‘I HAD TO SHOOT BIGFOOT’ – Police Officer Encounters Bigfoot During Distress Call

A Harrowing Night in the Woods: A True Police Officer’s Encounter with the Unexplained

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As a seasoned police officer with over 11 years of experience, I’ve seen my share of strange occurrences. From domestic disputes involving intoxicated individuals convinced their furniture is talking to them, to chasing down a man who believed he was a vampire, I thought I had seen it all. But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could prepare me for what happened one chilling October night three years ago.

I still wake up in cold sweats, hearing the massive footsteps of that creature thundering through my dreams. Those eyes, locked onto mine, watching me with a deadly calm that suggested it was deciding whether or not to kill me—it haunts me every night.

It all started on a Thursday evening around 11:30 pm. I was patrolling a rural part of our county, which stretches out into vast farmlands and thick forests. It’s a quiet area—drunk driving arrests, domestic calls, and the occasional break-in are about as dramatic as it gets. My partner was out sick, so I was working solo that night. Not a big deal—after 11 years in law enforcement, you get used to handling most situations on your own.

I was parked at a 24-hour diner, sipping my fourth cup of coffee, finishing some paperwork, when the call came in. Dispatch sounded concerned. There was a domestic disturbance on County Road 47, about 15 miles out. When the dispatcher added that the caller was screaming about something huge outside their house, I felt a sudden, sharp unease.

The woman was describing something “huge” outside. It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t an animal. It was something else.

I responded immediately. County Road 47 winds through some of the thickest, densest forests in the area, and it’s known for being incredibly remote. I’ve been there countless times, but it always felt like stepping into another world once you leave the main highway. The trees feel like they’re closing in on you, and when it’s dark—like it was that night—it’s easy to feel isolated.

The drive out was uneventful at first, just winding roads and a lot of trees. But as I got closer to the address, something made me slow down. My headlights caught a piece of white fabric hanging from a tree branch. It was a t-shirt, caught on the branch, about 8 feet up, like someone had torn it off and left it there. That was odd, but not alarming—just strange.

But when I looked closer at the trees, I noticed something even stranger. Large claw-like gouges in the bark, deep and deliberate, but too high for a bear to reach. Some marks were even 10 feet off the ground. This wasn’t the work of any animal I was familiar with.

I reached the house, parked in the gravel driveway, and noticed the front door was wide open. The screen door was torn off its hinges, like something had forced its way inside. A sinking feeling in my stomach told me that something wasn’t right. The house was too quiet. No sounds of arguing or shouting—just silence.

That’s when I noticed the handprints. On the windows, muddy and huge. Too big for any human hand. Some of them were so high up that they had to have been made by something 7 to 8 feet tall. I immediately called for backup and stepped cautiously inside.

The first thing that hit me when I entered the house was the smell. It was musky, like wet dog, but stronger, more animalistic. It seemed to come from somewhere deeper in the house, and it made my stomach turn. My flashlight illuminated the living room—furniture was overturned, lamps broken, and deep claw marks were visible along the wooden walls.

I found muddy footprints leading toward the back of the house. The prints were far too large for any human. They were easily 14 to 15 inches long, and whatever had made them was incredibly heavy. There were no smaller tracks, just these massive ones. That’s when I heard something faintly upstairs—a faint whimpering sound, followed by whispers.

I made my way upstairs and found an elderly couple in the walk-in closet, huddled together, terrified. They told me that something had been outside their house, pounding on the walls. When the man checked the front window, he saw it—something 8 feet tall, covered in dark brown hair. It had human-like features, but wasn’t quite human. The woman described how it pressed its face against the bedroom window and stared at them.

I went back outside to check around the property. The back door was locked, but I noticed deep gouges in the wood frame like something with large claws had tried to force its way inside. Nearby, a wooden porch chair had been destroyed, torn apart like it was made of paper. The force it would have taken to do that was unimaginable.

I stepped outside, and that’s when I saw it.

A dark figure moving between the trees, about 50 yards away from the house. I trained my flashlight on it, and it froze, staring directly at me. This wasn’t some wild animal. It stood upright, at least 8 feet tall, covered in matted fur, with massive arms and broad shoulders. Its face wasn’t fully visible, but I could make out dark eyes that reflected the flashlight’s beam back at me.

The creature stood still for a moment, watching me, sizing me up, before it slowly moved away into the forest. But I could still hear its footsteps—heavy, deliberate, and incredibly close.

I radioed for backup, but when I turned to check on the elderly couple, I saw more of those massive footprints around the house. They circled the building, as if the creature had been inspecting it, watching, and waiting. Then the pounding started again.

I went back inside the house, hoping to secure it, but that’s when things took a turn for the worse. A large rock came crashing through the kitchen window, landing on the floor with a thud. It wasn’t an accident. The rock had been thrown with precision, aimed directly at the window. The creature, or creatures, were systematically attacking the house, testing its weaknesses, and making their presence known.

I made the decision to protect the elderly couple. I couldn’t wait for backup any longer, so I went back outside, gun drawn, to confront whatever was out there. The creature was standing near the barn, only about 50 feet away from me. It didn’t run. It didn’t hide. It just stood there, staring at me with those unnervingly intelligent eyes.

I fired three shots at it. It staggered back, looking at its chest in shock as the bullets hit. But it didn’t fall. Instead, it seemed more… surprised, almost as if it couldn’t believe it had been hurt. Then, it turned and ran into the woods.

But the worst part came next—more creatures. I could hear them moving through the forest, responding to the sound of the shots. There wasn’t just one of these things. There were more, and they were communicating with each other. The creatures had surrounded the house, planning their next move.

I managed to get a call out for backup, but I knew help was far away. It was just me and the elderly couple now, stuck in a house surrounded by creatures that clearly didn’t want us there. They were intelligent, deliberate, and not afraid to make their presence known.

The whole night felt like a blur of terror, confusion, and helplessness. I eventually managed to get the couple to safety and get some help from other officers, but my mind never stopped racing. What had I encountered that night? And why did the creatures go after us?