By Kristi O’Toole

Before the two men headed off into the woods, Jon wanted to feed the families pigs. He grabbed the feed and headed off towards the pen which was located about 100ft from the home behind the barn. As he approached, Jon became concerned because there was no noise coming the pigs. Typically, they would squeal and carry on as food approached. When Jon arrived at the pen he was shocked to see it empty. There were no holes or damage to the gate, the pigs were just gone. Something had the strength to lift two pigs over the fence and carry them off.

The two men entered the woods along the same trail as the previous night. They wandered quiet a distance and as they went Jon pointed out broken tree limbs and foot prints, but they never did see anything out of the ordinary. Around mid-day the men were hungry and decided to call off the hunt and head back to the house. By the time the family had arrived home, Patrick had retrieved a bottle of booze from his car and was well on his way to being smashed; deciding he didn’t want a scared drunk around his family, Jon sent his friend home.

Telling his wife that he would keep watch, Jon took up residence on the front porch with a lantern and a gun. He instructed his boys to sleep with their mother that night and he would keep them safe. Jon’s wife insisted on keeping the shot gun with her, reluctantly Jon relented.

As the night wore on and Jon tired every shadow become the beast. Trying to put his mind on something else, even if only for a second, he strolled to the end of the porch and let a cigarette. Glancing towards the barn he noticed something was wrong. At that moment every cricket and croaking frog fell silent. Looking into the dark open door of the barn Jon strained to see, but he was certain he saw two red eyes looking back at him. As it was the nature of darkness, when he looked at the eyes directly he could see nothing, but when he turned his eyes slightly away he could see them. They would disappear while the animal blinked and then reappear.

Jon watched until the eyes didn’t reappear. Not wanting to, but knowing he had to go investigate, though he was scared he didn’t want to fear living in his own home either. Lifting his flashlight and holding it along the barrel of his rifle, he cautiously approached the barn door opening. The beam from his light barely cut through the darkness, but did well enough that he scanned the entire barn and saw nothing. Jon was so scared that he could hear his heart thumping in his ears, he just knew at any second a giant hairy arm would reach out and grab him. After calling the barn clear, he turned to leave when his eyes caught the wide ladder leading up to the hay loft. Jon’s heart stopped when he realized the creature had climbed up to the hay loft. Just then he could hear floor boards creaking above his head, he knew the creature was waiting to leap down on top of him. Paralyzed with fear, he literally could not move. He couldn’t remember breathing.

Just as a cold sweat broke out on his brow, a blood curdling scream and shot gun blast came from the house. It was his wife. Instantly forgetting the beast in the hay loft and no longer paralyzed, Jon tore towards the house nearly taking down the front door. A terrible roaring yell could be heard retreating into the woods. Racing to the master bedroom, Jon burst in and was met by the shot gun, he dropped to the floor and waited for the blast. Thankfully it never came.

Slowly rising to his feet, saw his wife extremely distraught and still clutching the shotgun, little Jon was crying into his mother’s shoulder while Tim was shouting asking why his mommy had shot the Cowman. Grabbing his family up, Jon Sr rushed them to the car where they drove to his brother’s house for the weekend. On the way there Jon’s wife had calmed down enough to tell him what had happened. She explained that she had fallen asleep around midnight and was awoke by Tim talking to someone. She heard strange noises, like a bird chirping with a few pig grunts mixed in coming through the bedroom window. Noticing a very large shadow in the window and knowing there wasn’t a tree outside, she instantly became alarmed. Whispering for Tim to step away from the window, she reached up and had grabbed the shot gun from the headboard. Calling on Tim to move away again, he told her to listen to the Cowman, he could make silly noises and sound like a birdie.

Just then Jon Jr awoke and rather loudly asked what was happening, this apparently upset the creature as it suddenly slammed its fist through the window and reached for Tim. When the boy’s mother saw the arm reaching for her son, she aimed the shotgun over his head and took a huge risk by firing though the window. The buckshot evidently hit the beast as it roared and yelled as it ran off into the woods.

Jon told his brother what has happened, and though he didn’t believe him he agreed to go back to the house with him. When they arrived they noticed right away that the front door was standing open, fearful of what they may find, the two entered cautiously to find the house was destroyed. The furniture was flipped over, the floor model TV, which weighed about 200 lbs had been tossed across the room and lay in a pile of shattered glass. The bed in the master bedroom was flipped and the pillows shredded. The kitchen was also destroyed with the refrigerator flipped over with food strewn all over. The two boy’s bedrooms and bathroom were left untouched with the doors closed.

Jon’s brother insisted he call the police but Jon refused by saying, ‘What do I tell them? A bigfoot wrecked my house?’

Leaving the home and heading to work, Jon went in and spoke to his boss. He told him everything. Jon’s boss told him they would go to the house and have a look. While they were there, Jon’s boss pointed out cracks in the ceiling that Jon hadn’t noticed, he figured it was from where the creature had stood up and bumped its head. Believing Jon’s story and wanting to help out, his boss helped them find and new home and gave them a loan for new furniture and needed items. Jon’s house eventually sold and that was end of the family’s nightmare.

Somewhere around the early 1980’s Jon and his wife moved away and lost contact with everyone. While we’ve no evidence of what was reported to happen, I personally feel every single word of it could be true. At the end of the day, what did Jon stand to gain? You can only gain when make a story like this public, and Jon tried everything in his power to stop that from happening.

Living in the secluded woods I often think how awesome it would be to see such a creature, but then I read a story like this one and think to myself maybe not.

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When Kristi isn’t writing for NewzBreaker, she writes supernatural suspense novels having three currently published. If you would like to check out any of her books they can be found online and at other major retailers like Books a Million and Amazon. Never one to rest, she also paints/designs shoes and items for the home. Check out her eBay store, Watered Down Vodka and her FB page.

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