I always remember a story my grandad told me when i was younger,
he used to live on a remote island in the south atlantic and said that he
had seen many strange things while out in his boat around the island,
This one story always stuck with me tho, it was around the 1950's
when my grandad, his brother and a few of their buddies took a trip
round to the back of the island and camped out in "the caves" (which
are located on a beach) he said that they were all settling down for
the night n made a fire inside the caves for light and warmth, they
were sat around the fire when their dogs started growling and ran
out of the cave, as they all stood up about to go and investigate
the dogs ran back in behind them and the fire cowering and whinning,
then as they looked towards the entrance it was filled by "something big"
because of the pitch black of night they didnt see it in great detail but knew
whatever is was was a danger to them, i remember my grandad sayin the eyes
on this thing was as big as frying pans or dinner plates and it stood towering above them
as they tried warning it off with the fire until it left.
He said none of them got a wink of sleep afraid that this thing would return,
when they left the cave the next morning there were marks or as my grandad said
giant foot prints leading away from the cave back into the ocean.
I know this story may sound far fetched but i strongly believe everything he said
as he seemed a bit unsettled tellin this story to me.
hope you enojy!