PART 4: What Bigfoot Really Is…David Paulides Reveals the Evidence
THE ONES WHO CAME THROUGH — PART 4
The recorder clicked twice.
Then silence.
David Pites stared at the waveform frozen across his laptop screen.
For nearly twenty seconds, nothing had happened.
No footsteps.
No voices.
No wind.
Nothing.
And yet David knew something had changed.
The temperature inside the cabin had dropped so quickly that condensation had formed along the windows. His breath appeared as a pale cloud in front of his face.
Across the room, Marcus slowly lowered his headphones.
“Did you hear that?”
David looked at him.
“Hear what?”
Marcus pointed toward the speaker.
“The breathing.”
David replayed the recording.
At first, there was only static.
Then, beneath the static, something appeared.
A slow inhale.
A pause.
Then a deep exhale.
David increased the volume.
The sound became unmistakable.
Whatever had made it was standing extremely close to the microphone.
Marcus leaned toward the screen.
“That’s not one of the animals.”
David shook his head.
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
David didn’t answer.
Because he had already recognized the pattern.
He had heard that breathing before.
Not in person.
In another recording.
A recording collected nearly fourteen years earlier in Northern California.
A recording David had always considered one of the strangest pieces of evidence in his entire investigation.
The breathing was identical.
Same rhythm.
Same low frequency.
Same pause between inhalation and exhalation.
But there was something else.
Something neither man noticed until David slowed the recording down.
A voice.
Buried beneath the breathing.
Three syllables.
Marcus stared at the screen.
“What does it say?”
David replayed it.
Again.
And again.
Then he increased the frequency range.
The distorted sound became clearer.
The first syllable sounded almost human.
The second was deeper.
The third sounded like a whisper from somewhere much farther away.
David wrote the phonetic sequence in his notebook.
Marcus watched him.
“Can you translate it?”
David shook his head.
“No.”
“Then why are you writing it?”
“Because I’ve heard it before.”
Marcus froze.
“Where?”
David turned the notebook around.
Beneath the phonetic symbols, he had written a date.
October 17, 2009.
Marcus looked confused.
“What happened then?”
David stared at the dark window.
“I interviewed a man named Thomas Avery.”
“And?”
“He claimed he saw three Bigfoot creatures disappear into a light.”
Marcus frowned.
“You told me that story before.”
“I told you the public version.”
David closed the notebook.
“I never told you what happened afterward.”
Marcus waited.
David finally spoke.
“Thomas disappeared.”
The cabin suddenly felt much smaller.
“When?”
“Three days after I interviewed him.”
Marcus sat forward.
“You’re serious?”
“I spent six months looking for him.”
“Did they find him?”
“No.”
“His body?”
“No.”
“His vehicle?”
David nodded.
“Parked beside a logging road.”
“And his tracks?”
David looked at Marcus.
“There weren’t any.”
Marcus said nothing.
David continued.
“His boots were inside the vehicle.”
“Then where did he go?”
“That’s what I couldn’t explain.”
David reached into a drawer and removed an old evidence envelope.
The paper had yellowed with age.
He placed it on the table.
Inside was a photograph.
A forest clearing.
A vehicle.
And beside it, something David had never been able to explain.
A series of enormous footprints.
They began beside the driver’s door.
Then continued twenty yards into the forest.
Then stopped.
Marcus stared at them.
“Same thing.”
David nodded.
“Exactly the same.”
The room fell silent again.
Then the recorder clicked.
Both men turned.
The device was no longer recording.
It was playing something.
A new sound.
A low vocalization.
Then another.
Then another.
Marcus reached for the power cable.
“Unplug it.”
David stopped him.
“Wait.”
The sounds continued.
Three deep calls.
Pause.
Three calls.
Pause.
Three calls.
David’s expression changed.
“What?”
Marcus stared at him.
“What is it?”
David slowly opened his notebook.
He flipped through several pages.
Then he found what he was looking for.
“I’ve heard this sequence seven times.”
Marcus looked confused.
“Seven?”
“Seven different locations.”
David pointed to the notes.
“California. Washington. Utah. Montana. British Columbia. Minnesota.”
He turned another page.
“And now here.”
Marcus leaned closer.
“What’s significant about that?”
David looked at him.
“The locations form a pattern.”
He pulled out a map.
Then another.
Then another.
Within minutes, the cabin table was covered in maps.
David marked each location.
One by one.
California.
Washington.
Montana.
Utah.
Minnesota.
British Columbia.
Then their current location.
Marcus stared at the dots.
“That’s not random.”
“No.”
David connected them with a pencil.
The line formed a rough arc across the western United States.
Marcus followed it with his eyes.
“What is that?”
David didn’t answer.
Because the line wasn’t finished.
There was one final location.
A location David had deliberately avoided for years.
He took a red marker.
Then placed a dot in northern Idaho.
Marcus stared.
“Why Idaho?”
David swallowed.
“Because that’s where the first report came from.”
“What first report?”
“The oldest case in my files.”
David opened another folder.
Inside was a photocopied newspaper article dated 1891.
The headline was partially destroyed.
But one sentence remained readable.
LOCAL SETTLERS REPORT TALL MEN APPEARING IN FOREST LIGHT.
Marcus read it twice.
“1891?”
David nodded.
“Before the term Bigfoot became popular.”
“Who reported it?”
“Five settlers.”
“Did they describe the creatures?”
“Yes.”
“How tall?”
“Between seven and nine feet.”
Marcus looked skeptical.
“That’s normal Bigfoot testimony.”
David shook his head.
“No.”
He turned the page.
“They described something else.”
“What?”
“The light.”
Marcus leaned closer.
According to the article, the settlers had seen a glowing oval suspended between two trees.
Inside the glow stood three enormous figures.
The figures were motionless.
Watching.
Then one stepped forward.
And vanished.
Not into the forest.
Into the light.
The settlers claimed the light remained for several minutes.
Then it disappeared.
David pointed at the final paragraph.
“Look at this.”
Marcus read it.
His expression changed.
The article said the men returned to the location the following morning.
They found footprints.
But the footprints were strange.
They began thirty feet from the nearest tree line.
They crossed the clearing.
Then stopped.
There was no trail leading toward the light.
No trail leading away.
And in the center of the final footprint was something unusual.
A circular depression.
As if the ground had been pressed down by tremendous weight.
Marcus looked up.
“That’s exactly what you’ve been finding.”
“Yes.”
“Then why hasn’t anyone connected it?”
David smiled without humor.
“Because everyone has been looking for a creature.”
He tapped the map.
“I think we’ve been looking at a doorway.”
Marcus stared at him.
“You’re saying Bigfoot isn’t the mystery.”
David nodded.
“The mystery is where they come from.”
A sudden sound came from outside.
A branch snapping.
Both men froze.
David reached for his flashlight.
Marcus whispered.
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yes.”
Another crack.
Closer.
David slowly moved toward the window.
He lifted the curtain by half an inch.
Nothing.
Only trees.
Snow.
Darkness.
Then he saw something.
A shape between two trees.
Massive.
Motionless.
David’s heart began pounding.
He reached for the binoculars.
The shape was gone.
He moved the binoculars across the forest.
Nothing.
Then Marcus whispered behind him.
“David.”
David turned.
Marcus was pointing toward the other window.
A footprint had appeared in the snow.
Only one.
It was enormous.
And it was less than ten feet from the cabin.
Marcus stared at it.
“How did it get there?”
David didn’t answer.
Because another footprint appeared.
Right beside the first.
Then another.
Then another.
The tracks were forming in real time.
One after another.
Each print appeared in untouched snow.
But there was no sound of footsteps.
No movement.
Nothing.
Just footprints.
Approaching.
David reached for the rifle mounted above the fireplace.
Marcus whispered.
“Don’t.”
David stopped.
“Why?”
Marcus pointed toward the recorder.
The three vocalizations were playing again.
But this time they were louder.
And there was a fourth sound underneath them.
A whisper.
David turned the volume higher.
The whisper became clearer.
It was not English.
But somehow David understood it.
Not because he translated the words.
Because he suddenly knew what they meant.
You have been looking in the wrong place.
David stepped backward.
Marcus looked at him.
“You heard it too.”
David nodded.
Then the recorder stopped.
Every light in the cabin went out.
The heater died.
The refrigerator stopped.
Marcus reached for his phone.
Dead.
David checked his.
Dead.
Outside, the forest had become completely silent.
Then something knocked on the cabin door.
Once.
Both men froze.
A second knock.
Three seconds later, a third.
Marcus whispered.
“Don’t open it.”
David stared at the door.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Another knock.
This time softer.
Almost polite.
Then a sound came from the other side.
A voice.
Human.
“David.”
His blood turned cold.
Marcus looked at him.
“You know that voice?”
David couldn’t move.
Because he did.
It was Thomas Avery.
The man who had disappeared seventeen years earlier.
The man whose vehicle had been found abandoned.
The man who had never been found.
The voice came again.
“David.”
Marcus grabbed his arm.
“Don’t answer.”
David stepped toward the door anyway.
“Thomas?”
Silence.
Then:
“Don’t let them see you.”
David stopped.
“Who?”
A long pause.
Then Thomas whispered:
“The others.”
Something moved behind the cabin.
Marcus looked through the window.
His face drained of color.
“David…”
David turned.
“What?”
Marcus pointed outside.
There wasn’t one figure.
There were dozens.
Massive silhouettes stood between the trees.
Some were taller than others.
Some appeared almost human.
Others were enormous.
None moved.
They were simply watching the cabin.
Watching David.
Watching Marcus.
Then something strange happened.
Every figure turned its head at exactly the same time.
Not toward the cabin.
Toward the sky.
David followed their gaze.
A faint red light had appeared above the forest.
It was circular.
Perfectly round.
And it was growing.
The air around it began to shimmer.
Trees appeared distorted beneath it.
Snow lifted from the ground.
The windows vibrated.
David stepped closer.
The light opened wider.
And for the first time, he could see something on the other side.
Not darkness.
A forest.
But not their forest.
The trees were enormous.
The sky was a deep violet.
And shapes moved between the trunks.
Hundreds of them.
Maybe thousands.
Marcus whispered:
“Oh my God.”
David couldn’t speak.
Then one of the figures outside stepped toward the light.
It was the largest creature David had ever seen.
At least ten feet tall.
Its body was covered in dark hair.
But its face was unmistakably human.
It stopped at the edge of the glowing opening.
Then it looked directly at David.
And raised one hand.
Not threatening.
Not attacking.
Pointing.
Behind David.
He slowly turned.
The cabin wall was glowing.
A thin vertical line of light had appeared across the wooden boards.
A doorway.
Something was standing on the other side.
David heard a voice inside his head.
Not Thomas.
Not the creatures outside.
Something else.
Something older.
You wanted to know what we are.
David couldn’t breathe.
The voice continued.
Now you will see.
The glowing line widened.
And the wall began to open.
Not break.
Not collapse.
Open.
As if the cabin had never been solid at all.
David saw a landscape beyond it.
Mountains.
A black river.
Strange lights moving through the sky.
And enormous figures walking across a distant plain.
But there was something else.
Something that made David’s blood run cold.
Among the creatures walking in that impossible landscape were humans.
Hundreds of them.
Maybe thousands.
And they were not prisoners.
They were walking beside the creatures.
Together.
As equals.
Then David saw one final figure.
A man standing alone on the other side.
Wearing an old green jacket.
David recognized him immediately.
Thomas Avery.
Still alive.
Still looking exactly as he had seventeen years earlier.
Thomas raised his hand.
And mouthed four words.
You have to come now.
The doorway widened.
The creatures outside stepped backward.
The red light above the forest grew brighter.
And David realized something terrible.
The beings hadn’t been trying to hide from humanity.
They had been waiting.
Waiting for someone to understand the evidence.
Waiting for someone to follow the footprints.
Waiting for someone to find the door.
And now David had found it.
But as he took his first step toward the opening, Thomas suddenly looked terrified.
His expression changed.
He pointed behind David.
David turned.
Something enormous was standing inside the cabin.
Something that had not been there a moment before.
It was taller than the ceiling.
Its head nearly touched the wooden beams.
Its face was hidden in darkness.
But two pale eyes were visible.
Thomas screamed from the other side of the doorway.
“STOP!”
The creature behind David slowly lowered its head.
Then it spoke.
Not aloud.
Inside David’s mind.
You were never supposed to find us.
The doorway suddenly began closing.
David lunged forward.
Marcus grabbed his jacket.
Thomas reached toward them.
For one final second, their hands almost touched.
Then the light collapsed.
The cabin exploded back into darkness.
David hit the floor.
Marcus landed beside him.
The forest was silent.
The power returned.
The recorder was still running.
David slowly sat up.
He looked toward the wall.
There was no doorway.
No light.
Nothing.
Only wooden boards.
Marcus was breathing heavily.
“David…”
David didn’t answer.
He was staring at the floor.
There was something there.
A footprint.
Not outside.
Not in the snow.
Inside the cabin.
A massive footprint pressed into the wooden floorboards.
David touched it.
It was warm.
Then the recorder crackled.
A voice emerged.
Thomas.
But this time, he wasn’t speaking to David.
He was speaking to someone else.
“He’s here.”
A pause.
Then another voice answered.
A voice so deep that the speakers distorted.
“Good.”
David slowly looked at Marcus.
Marcus stared back.
Neither man said a word.
Because somewhere beyond the walls, something began walking toward the cabin.
One step.
Then another.
Then another.
But the footsteps weren’t coming from outside.
They were coming from beneath them.
And beneath the cabin, something enormous took a breath.
David looked down at the floor.
The wooden boards began to move.
Something was coming up.
Something that had been underneath the cabin the entire time.
And then the lights went out again.
This time, they did not come back.
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