10/11/2014

I grew up in Brookeland, a small town surrounded by the Piney Woods in Texas. One fall weekend, my buddies and I decided to camp deep in the woods. We set up a campfire, told stories, and everything seemed normal until the air got weirdly quiet.

Out of nowhere, we heard this low growl. It was deep and unsettling. The laughter stopped. We all felt it – something wasn't right. Then, we saw it – a huge, dark figure standing just outside the firelight. Covered in fur, it looked like the stories we'd heard about Bigfoot.

We were frozen. The thing stared at us, and then, like that, it disappeared back into the woods. The next morning, we checked the area, but found nothing. Still, we couldn't shake off the feeling of seeing something otherworldly that night