Over 1000 Hikers Went Missing, Then Trail Cam Caught Bigfoot Dragging Bodies | Bigfoot Story
Over 1000 Hikers Went Missing, Then Trail Cam Caught Bigfoot Dragging Bodies | Bigfoot Story
Two of my friends, Mark and Jess, didn’t come back from the Grand Canyon. When people talk about the Grand Canyon, they often imagine a picturesque lookout spot with a railing. But the reality is much darker. It’s a city-sized hole in the earth that eats people. That place has more missing reports than any other national park. According to Google, over a thousand people have vanished there. The official explanations are always the same: dehydration, falls, heat stroke. They said it to me, too. But I watched something haul a human body uphill like it was nothing.
Look, I’m not saying all those disappearances are because of that creature. I don’t know. But what I caught on camera was terrifying. I’m not going to show you the footage right away; first, you need to hear what actually happened and how it started. That’s the part nobody wants to hear. So, let me begin with this: we were four people when we went down there, but only two of us came back. I’ve watched that video so many times now that I can’t sleep without hearing that dragging sound.
Before all this, I wasn’t some crazy guy hunting monsters. I wasn’t sitting up at night on message boards. I was just a regular guy, 32 years old, working at a garage in Flagstaff. I fixed brakes, pumps, electrical shorts—just your average mechanic. I wasn’t a survivalist or anything, but I hiked. You kind of have to when you live up there. The canyon’s right there. You go on weekends, joke about the tourists who show up in white sneakers and no water. That’s who I was.
There were four of us: me, Danny—29 at the time, the other one who made it out—Mark, 33, and Jess, 28. We’d all done little overnight trails before. Nothing insane. Mark was the guy who always pushed farther. He had the ego. He carried more weight than anyone else, and he wanted you to see it. Jess was the planner—actual notebooks, printed maps. She was the one who told us to drink water before we got thirsty, the one who would say, “No, listen, that’s not smart,” and actually make you stop being stupid. Danny was just Danny. He was the joke buffer, keeping things light when tension started.
So when I tell you this, understand how crazy it sounds to me, too, because these were not people who just wandered off. That’s what we were told later—that they wandered off like kids in a grocery store. But that’s not what happened.
It was a Friday when we set out. The weather was perfect, the sky a deep blue, unmarred by clouds. Jess had planned the trip meticulously, mapping out a route that would take us to a secluded spot away from the crowds. The plan was to camp for two nights, explore, and enjoy the beauty of the canyon.
The first day went smoothly. We hiked for hours, laughing and joking, the sun warming our backs. We set up camp just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. That night, we shared stories around the fire, the crackling flames a comforting presence in the vastness of the canyon.
But as night fell, an uneasy feeling settled over me. It was as if the darkness had a weight to it, pressing down on my chest. I brushed it off as paranoia, a natural reaction to being in such a vast, wild place. I tried to sleep, but every rustle of leaves outside my tent made me jump. I finally drifted off, but my sleep was restless.
The next morning, Jess was the first to wake. She had planned to get us up early to explore a nearby trail, but when I crawled out of my tent, I noticed something was off. Mark was gone.
“Where’s Mark?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“He went to scout the trail ahead,” Jess replied, glancing at Danny, who was still half-asleep. “He should be back soon.”
We waited for what felt like an eternity. After an hour, Jess’s concern grew. “I’m going to look for him,” she said, grabbing her backpack.
“Let’s give him more time,” I urged, but Jess was already determined. Danny and I exchanged worried glances but followed her lead. We set off along the trail Mark had taken, calling his name, but there was no response.
As we hiked deeper into the canyon, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, and the vibrant colors of the canyon seemed muted, shadows stretching longer than they should. Panic set in when we reached a clearing, and there was still no sign of Mark.
“Maybe he got lost,” Danny suggested, trying to stay optimistic.
“No,” Jess said, her voice trembling. “He wouldn’t just wander off. Something’s wrong.”
We decided to split up—Danny and I would search one way, while Jess went another. I didn’t like the idea, but we had to find Mark. As I searched, I couldn’t shake the feeling we were being watched. Every rustle in the bushes made me stop and listen, my heart racing.
After what felt like hours, I stumbled upon something strange—a torn piece of fabric caught on a branch. It was dark red, unmistakably part of Mark’s shirt. I felt a chill run down my spine as I picked it up. “Danny!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the canyon. “I found something!”
Danny rushed over, his face paling as he looked at the fabric. “What the hell?” he whispered. “Where’s Mark?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, panic rising in my chest. “We need to find Jess.”
We retraced our steps, calling for her, but the canyon swallowed our voices. As we neared the spot where we had last seen her, I heard a faint sound—a dragging noise coming from the direction of the trees. My heart raced as I exchanged a worried glance with Danny.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” he replied, fear evident in his eyes. We crept toward the sound, the dragging noise growing louder. When we reached the edge of the trees, we stopped dead in our tracks.
What we saw was beyond comprehension. A massive figure was dragging something heavy through the underbrush. It was too far away to make out details, but its shape was unmistakable—a hulking creature, covered in dark fur, moving with a purpose. It was dragging a body.
I couldn’t breathe. The reality of what we were witnessing crashed over me like a tidal wave. “We have to get out of here,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
But before we could turn back, the creature paused, lifting its head. It turned toward us, and in that moment, our eyes met. I felt a primal fear grip my heart. It wasn’t just big; it was monstrous, with deep-set eyes that glowed in the dim light.
Danny and I bolted, racing back down the trail, adrenaline fueling our escape. We didn’t stop until we reached the campsite, panting and terrified. We grabbed our gear, ready to leave, but Jess was still missing.
“We can’t leave without her!” I shouted, but Danny shook his head.
“We need to get help!” he insisted. We made the decision to hike back to the car, hoping to find someone who could help us search for Jess.
When we reached the parking lot, we reported everything to the park rangers. They listened, but their skepticism was palpable. They assured us they would send a team to search, but I could see the doubt in their eyes. They’d heard stories before—people wandering off, getting lost, succumbing to the canyon’s dangers.
Days passed, and search teams combed the area, but Jess and Mark were never found. The authorities chalked it up to another tragic disappearance, but I knew better. I had seen something that defied explanation.
I returned to the canyon weeks later, armed with a trail camera, determined to capture evidence of the creature. I set it up near the clearing where we had seen it, praying for a glimpse of the unimaginable. For nights, I waited, but nothing happened. Just as I was about to give up, I heard the dragging sound again.
I reviewed the footage, and what I saw made my blood run cold. The creature appeared, dragging a body once more, its massive form moving with an eerie grace. I felt sick to my stomach, the reality of what I had recorded weighing heavily on my conscience.
Now, I sit here, unable to sleep, haunted by the memories. I can’t show you the footage; it feels too real, too terrifying to share. But I need you to know—there is something in the Grand Canyon, something that watches and waits. Over a thousand hikers have vanished, and I can’t shake the feeling that they’re not just lost. They’re gone, taken by something that lurks in the shadows, something that drags its victims into the darkness.
So, if you ever find yourself near the Grand Canyon, heed my warning: stay on the trails, stay with your group, and never venture into the unknown. Because some things are better left undisturbed, and some creatures are not meant to be found.