posted on Apr, 1 2008 @ 11:54 PM
I've lurked on ATS for awhile, but as you can see, a new member.
I'm a video artist (and work as a freelance cameraman for independent productions) living in Brooklyn, NY. Due to my young career, I'd prefer to
remain relatively anonymous at this time. I hope you understand why- the repercussions of perceived crackpot-dom can be pretty severe, especially in
such a competitive market.
In September of last year (September 11th, actually, go figure) my P.A. and I had an encounter with at least two seemingly anomalous creatures while
searching for a hard-to-find abandoned structure in northern Ohio, about 40 minutes outside of Cleveland. I can be more specific privately to users,
but I'd prefer not to publicize the exact location, as it seems to be a spot used over time by what I gather is an endangered species.
We were making our way down a trail alongside a creek (the creek was on our left side going in, about 15-20 feet over from the trail after a steep
drop of about 6 feet in general) hoping that it was the trail we'd heard about in regards to this structure we were looking to film at. There was a
sharp bend in the creek and trail, around some dense brush past the base of a slow incline. Just before making the bend, we were faced with an
odd-looking pile of branches and logs crossing the path, about 3 feet high. Right after we crossed this light obstruction, we both heard loud
repetitive percussive sounds from across the creek, what sounded like a baseball bat being hit against a tree. We weren't immediately sure if there
was a correlation, but the noise did catch us off guard, as we hadn't seen signs of other people in the area at that time.
Immediately after making the bend, however, we saw a series of primitive lean-to/teepee-like assemblages built along the path. I say "primitive"
mainly because they didn't look like tools had been used, and most of the branch ends looked broken or ripped. A moment later we heard some loud
brush crashing, as if something was running from about 60-70 yards ahead of us to a position almost directly to our right and uphill about 40-50
yards. A rock or some small hard object hit a tree trunk behind us, startling us both, and as we turned around to source the noise, we heard another
movement through brush- a little quieter, from uphill, but from the back, over the incline we'd just passed. It sounded as though two animals or
large people had navigated towards each other, but were still at a short distance, maybe 20 yards, if I were to assume that neither had quietly moved
closer to the other.
I asked Jeff if he wanted to go back the other way, and admirably he said something along the lines of "We came all the way out here to find (the
building), we should probably just keep going. Besides, whatever's out there, they sound fast, and there's one kind of in front of us and one behind
us. If it's dangerous, right now we're f***ed either which way." Then- "But what's up with this ****?!", pointing at the structures. I had heard
about stick structures in speculative relation to sasquatches before, due to stories I heard and read about while at an art residency I did in Maine
several years before, in an area that some people thought was sometimes populated by...well, you know. As we were chatting somewhat nervously, we
overheard weird whisper-like vocalizations from up the hill. These sounded like stage whispers in a way, overly loud, as if something was quietly
"talking" over a distance or just couldn't speak any quieter. We paused, then "they" paused, then Jeff- "Ok, that's super f***** up." I
agreed. We looked around, as I started to unpack my camera gear. I handed Jeff my digital still camera after deleting some shots on my almost-full
card. More rustling from uphill happened, and another hard object hit a tree trunk right near us.