The following story is one I've shared many times (though never in an online forum), and it has been met with varying degrees of skepticism. All I can
say is that this was my experience and the event described is what got me so interested in cryptozoology. My reasons for making this post mostly stem
from a desire to share the experience, but I also value the input of others more experienced than myself.
When I was 16 years old I lived in Coward, South Carolina. Its a small, no-stoplight town near the east coast. Coward is a good place to receive a
speeding ticket, but flashing red and blue lights would be the only compelling reason for most people to stop there. Myself and a good friend at the
the time named Matthew had been camping every weekend for a month in the woods behind his house. Feeling we needed a change of scenery, he and I made
plans to camp the following Friday night in the Middle Bay. The Bay is a large densely wooded area on the outskirts of town. There are trails and dirt
roads throughout the Bay and it is peppered with hunters' tree stands, but there are no homes beyond the outer edge of the woods. When Friday arrived,
Matthew and I, accompanied by his cousin Jason and a mutual friend named Stephen, loaded our gear onto a trio of four-wheelers and headed into the
wild. Now I will preface this next bit with a confession: there was beer. One of the guys had brought three or four cans of Budweiser that he'd
pilfered from his dad's mini-fridge. We all had a taste (lest our masculinity be endangered), but only he was drinking. I only mention this because
when things began to get intense he was certainly inebriated but the rest of our group was entirely sober.
Most of the night went exactly as anticipated. The tent was assembled, the campfire lit, and hot dogs consumed. It was roughly 2 AM when we heard the
first scream. We were laughing at a funny story when suddenly the most bloodcurdling shriek Ive ever heard echoed through the bay silencing all of us.
It sounded a lot like a woman screaming, but there was something I can only describe as animalistic about the sound as well. The scream seemed to have
come from fairly far away from us, so apart from being startled, none of us were really scared yet. That would come later. We briefly discussed what
the sound could have been. Steven claimed he'd heard a bobcat before and declared that was what had made the noise. We accepted that explanation.
Maybe 30 minutes passed and we had pretty well forgotten the scream until it ripped the night open again, this time much closer to our campsite. In
the stunned silence that followed we heard the sound of something very large moving in the woods. The footsteps sounded heavy and while the animal had
gotten close to us stealthily it was now making no attempt to move quietly. We heard bushes shaking and sticks snapping. Whatever it was moving out
there, it was clearly circling our campsite. I remember all of us looking wide-eyed at one another across the fire and whispering that it was circling
us and getting closer. All of us were terrified... except for Mr. Budweiser who'd had just enough canned courage to stomp over to the trees and
started barking and cursing loudly in an attempt to scare it off.
At this point the woods grew quiet again and it seemed his outburst had achieved the desired effect. For the next hour or so things returned to
normal. It was about 3:30 and all of us were in agreement that we were ready to move to the tent and get into our sleeping bags. The fire had died
down to embers and we were all cold and sleepy. We stood and began moving in the direction of the tents when we heard the scream again this time only
a yard or so away. We panicked and piled onto the four-wheelers. We left the tent and everything behind and made for home in a frenzy. We got turned
around in the dark a few times before finding the main trail out of the bay. By the time we got to Matthew's house our hearts were almost beating out
of our chests and we were all in tears. We spent the rest of the night on the floor of Matthew's bedroom.
When morning came our courage returned and we all admitted with great chagrin that we had probably just gotten spooked because it was dark. We had
certainly heard something, but it had probably just been a bobcat like Stephen had suggested from the start. We decided to head back to the campsite
and retrieve all of our gear. Before we got to the clearing we smelled an overpowering odor of dead animal. It smelled like Yankee Candle Co. had
released a roadkill scented and someone lit a hundred of them in the woods. The smell got worse the closer we got to our campsite and along with the
dead smell there was another stronger stink that was growing. We arrived to find the campsite destroyed. The tent was torn apart and the flexible
metal frame had been twisted into pretzel shapes. This struck us as odd because those frames are pretty strong and only something with hands would
have the dexterity to twist metal into loops. All our camping chairs had been similarly ruined and the entire area reeked of very strong urine. Oh,
yeah... there were enormous piles of feces everywhere. These poop piles were a good foot and a half high and there were several of them. At the time
we didn't know what to think, we were just glad we had chosen to flee the night before.
A few years later I was watching a show on either the Discovery Channel or the History channel about Bigfoot. On it they talked to a California police
officer who had responded to a call about a Sasquatch sighting. The officer claimed that when he stopped his car he saw a Bigfoot creature come out of
the woods on the opposite side of the road. He claimed it attacked his car screaming at him and hitting the back of the car with its fists. He showed
pictures of the dents on the back of the car then he played a recording from the camera in his cruiser. The creature wasn't visible, but you can hear
a scream on the recording along with the banging of its fist on the back of the vehicle. It was the exact same sound we heard in the woods. My blood
froze when I heard it.
From that point on my interest in anything Bigfoot related has been piqued. Does anyone have a similar experience or any ideas as to what may explain
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