Cabin deck in the Siskiyous; photo shared by Anonymous
"A Dark Figure on Two Legs Appeared Right in Front of Me..."
This story comes to us from a visitor to the Forks Sasquatch The Legend store. The visitor first told me this story in person, and was later kind enough to write it down and send it to us so that we could share it with you, our readers. Thank you so much for sharing your story, Anonymous!
"I was visiting friends in the Siskiyou mountains of Southern Oregon in late fall/early winter 2013. They were kind enough to put me up in their cabin furthest up the wooded hillside that backed up against thousands of acres of sparsely inhabited land. It was fairly secluded and hadn't been occupied for many months. Brush was overgrown and the field mice found some holes.
Because it was a little chilly in the mornings, I had gotten into the habit of getting up early before sunrise to stoke the wood stove and get it going again. It was still dark. The moon was fairly full and the skies clear. There was a slight dusting of snow from the day before so the moonlight bounced off tree limbs and the forest floor which was covered in dry, frozen leaves.
The fire was going strong so I damped it down and grabbed my coat and coffee and went out the back door that opened to a small deck about 10 X 10 feet. There was a patch of grass and young madrone trees that went uphill for about 30 feet where they reached the edge of the thicker, older forest which was a mix of conifers and hardwoods. There was a 6 to 8 foot wire fence that followed this edge around the cabin. It was easy to see through. Maybe 2 x 2-inch squares.
View from cabin deck, photo shared by Anonymous
I took two or three steps out the door and onto the deck with my coffee mug to my lips. I stopped suddenly when I heard steps like a person's crunching the leaves coming toward me from my right and up the hill just a little bit. I froze. My brain went into overdrive trying to quickly make sense of it. Was it the neighbor? But his house is way down the gulch. And it's so early in the morning. Just a few seconds later, an upright, dark figure on two legs appeared right in front of me, up the hill just behind the wire fence a few feet. He turned his head, which was a little above the fence, to look at me, hesitating for just a split second before continuing to walk by. In about three more steps everything went quiet. No more crunching. He/she was just gone.
It was still pretty dark, but there was enough light from the moon reflecting off the snow that I could see his hair. I couldn't tell how long it was but it was blackish with dark gray highlights on the edges from the moon. I remember seeing texture, not just a blob of black. It took me a while to catch my breath and calm down.
Later that morning, during daylight, I looked around the area where I saw him. I realized the hill was steeper than I thought, so the fact that his head was above the fence doesn't mean he was necessarily really tall. In fact, I got the sense that he was more like 6 or 7 feet tall. His or her build was bigger than an average man.
During another visit with these same friends, but during the summer, I took a walk on a fairly overgrown trail that headed past this same cabin and continued along their property line. About 200 feet from the cabin a game trail crossed the trail I was on and led toward the cabin. Exactly at this intersection was a young sapling about 2 inches in diameter that was broken at about 4 feet off the ground. As if someone just snapped it like a twig. It looked to be a fresh break. The inner wood was moist and yellowish.
My friends didn't know what to make of it. They weren't sure if they believed me or not, but they said they'd heard of other sightings in the area. I have shared this story with some people over the years and never once cared if they believed me or not. It's one of those experiences in life where you just know what you saw. No doubt about it. I saw what I saw."
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