My older brother, who had been hogging the bass boat with a family friend, finally sputtered in to shore and began taking everyone back across one at a time. This took about 30-40 minutes round trip, with five trips to be made. When complete darkness had finally fallen, just myself and one of my younger brothers remained on the far side of the lake. Luckily, we had brought with us half a gallon of kerosene and had earlier gathered what wood we could find, which was mostly wet since it had rained there a couple of days previously, and used it to build a small fire.
We were sitting there bemoaning so little reward for so much trouble and effort, when the sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps erupted from the darkness of the woods in front of us. It was a terrifyingly loud commotion and we jumped up in fright. I have never before or since, been so terrified by any type of sound. It was, looking back, totally unlike us to react in such a manner. Perhaps it was because, at the first limb fracture, we both knew immediately what was out there in those haunted woods.
Somehow, we knew that the same creatures that we had encountered as young children back in 1975 were out there in the darkness. A feeling such as this is never forgotten, I assure you. Worse still, the sounds soon began to come from behind us and to our right as well, and they were getting closer. We heard no grunts; no growls; no breathing. Just the heavy footfalls and the terrific explosions of breaking tree limbs all around us. We thought we were both going to die that night, without a doubt, and I still count myself and my brother lucky to have made it out of there alive.
We could see nothing as it was quite dark, and the fire was pitifully small. There was no moon and heavy cloud cover. When the sounds got quite close I threw some kerosene onto the fire, determined to at least see what was about to eat us. The fuel ignited and the fire flared up, illuminating an area of about 25 radial feet in all directions. We saw nothing. The light would only last for couple of seconds, then it would diminish again, plunging our surroundings back into nearly utter darkness.
As soon as this happened the sounds would start up and begin to approach us. Over and over I waited until the sounds got to within ten feet or so then threw the fuel into the shrinking fire, washing the woods in sudden firelight. Every time I did this all the sounds immediately stopped, only to start again when the light was gone. We never did see a thing. Not even a single eye-shine. And the kerosene didn’t last too long.
We had been yelling and making a good sized noise of our own, but whatever it was that made the sounds refused to be intimidated at all. It seemed that only the firelight was holding our would be attackers at bay. But the fire was fading fast and the fuel was spent and the smaller the light became the closer the ungodly racket approached. Soon only a tiny flame at one end of a small, wet branch remained of our fire; and the noises were closing in once again. I grabbed the small burning twig and held it up in front of me as we walked backwards down toward the water’s edge, the only direction not blocked by the invisible creatures.
My mind was reeling from the turn of events; from the very real possibility that we might not make it out of this one alive. I was sure that I could make it to the other side of the lake. It was only about a fifteen minute swim at full throttle, I gauged. But my brother was not as strong a swimmer as I was, and if he faltered I knew that it would be up to me to see him to the other side safely.
We made it down to the edge of the lake, the water seemed black as pitch in the darkness. I told him to get ready to swim for his life, but it was a needless command. He was as ready as I was. The noises followed us down to the lake without abating at all, amazingly, even though this area had very few trees! It sounded like invisible branches were being broken by invisible beings. I could see no movement at all save our own.
Luckily for us, just as we were about to get wet, we heard the sound of our brother on the boat shouting his approach, and at this the noises finally stopped. We yelled for him to hurry the hell up. When he reached us we were in a state of agitation, to say the least. He wanted to know why we had been shouting; and who was next. To put it simply, we found out a one man boat can actually carry three people in an emergency. We never went back and tried fishing the lake again.
Demon Lovers and Bedroom Invaders
“It was in my bedroom in Crowborough,” wrote Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1930.
“I awakened in the night with the clear consciousness that there was someone in the room and that the presence was not of this world. I was lying with my back to the room, acutely awake, but utterly unable to move. It was physically impossible for me to turn my body and face this visitor. I heard measured steps across the room. I was conscious (without seeing it) that someone was bending over me, and then I heard a voice saying in a loud whisper, “Doyle, I come to tell you that I am sorry.” A minute later my disability disappeared, and I was able to turn, but all was black darkness and perfectly still. My wife had not awakened, and knew nothing of what had passed.”
A New Zealand ufologist named John Stuart and his secretary had several up-close UFO sightings in 1954, after which the two received threatening phone calls admonishing them to give up their interest in flying saucers and discontinue their research. His secretary claimed that she’d come home one night and found a foul odor in her apartment. She was then brutally attacked and raped by a creature she could not see. It had skin the texture of sandpaper, she said, and left her body covered with scratches.
Both she and Stuart later saw a loathsome hair-covered monster with spindly limbs. ‘It had no hands,’ Stuart later wrote, ‘the long fingers jutting from the arms like stalks.’ This is a clear case of the ‘bedroom invader’ phenomenon, inexorably linked to both the UFO and the inhumanoid enigmas. The bedroom invaders have often been associated with the appearance of modern ‘flying saucers,’ but it has not always been so. Not so long before the notion of “extraterrestrials” became popular, these things were called “demon lovers,” the Incubi and Succubi of Biblical legend.
Mrs. Anna de la Rovera, of Pretoria, South Africa, returned home one evening in February 1968, to find a strange man dressed in gray sitting on her front porch. When she asked him what he wanted, he simply “stood up and walked into the house, through the closed front door.” The mysterious visitor appeared frequently after that, often in her bedroom where it would make “amorous advances” towards the woman.
“About a month ago after I had gone to bed one night,” she said, “I saw a dark apparition coming out of the kitchen. It was covered with long hair, and I particularly remember its long, curved fingernails.” Her children also saw the creature. Mrs. Rovera appealed to the Pretoria City Council in April, citing that her house was haunted. Haunted house, bedroom invader and a hairy inhumanoid all appearing in one place in a short span of time. What are the odds?
Another sexual attack happened in Fort Worth, Texas in 1997. Susan Keibler, an attractive young attorney, had just finished a long, hot, candle-lit bath. “I was still feeling extremely relaxed,” she stated, “So I walked into the bedroom and lay down on my stomach across the bed, my feet sticking out over the sides. I had lain there, nearly asleep, when I felt someone grab my ankles and start to turn me over on my back!” Susan screamed out, certain that she was about to be raped by a prowler who had forced his way into her apartment.
But her screams of indignation dwindled to gasps of horror as she was forced onto her back. There was no one there. “Yet something invisible, but of tremendous strength, was trying to spread my legs apart,” she claimed. “I fought against the thing with all my will. The struggle must have continued for several minutes. Every muscle in my thighs and lower back was burning with the pain of the constant tension; yet I would not yield and permit my genitals to be exposed in such a vulnerable manner.”
At last the struggle ended. The pressure on her legs released and, as she lay there gasping for breath, the edge of the mattress sank down as if something had just sat down beside her. “Then, suddenly, he was there...” she said. “...solid,
visible, repulsive. His eyes were snake-like with the pupils thin slits against yellow-gold retinas. His skin appeared smooth, kind of grayish-green in color. And his teeth! They were rotted, brownish stumps in what appeared to be set in double rows in purplish jaws. And this thing was very large and very muscular.” She couldn’t quite recall if the thing spoke aloud, or only in her mind, but it said, “You will want me. You will desire me.”
Susan lay sprawled there, staring in disbelief like she was caught in some terrible nightmare from which she couldn’t awaken. “And then the ugly thing smiled and reached out a hand with long fingernails to caress my hair, still soaked from the tub,” she said. “The monstrous gargoyle was changing its tactics from attempted rape to seduction. But those putrid brown teeth jutting from its jaws in its pathetic attempt at a smile made a travesty of gentleness and compassion. It was only after one thing from me, and by now it was very apparent that the creature was very definitely male.”
The creature gazed at her with eyes that had somehow become very compelling, very “hypnotic.” “There was something in those reptilian eyes that wanted to make me stop resisting its sexual advance,” she said. “I found myself staring into their depths, and it suddenly seemed as though I had been mistaken. My uninvited guest was really not so bad. In fact, he was really quite handsome and virile.”
Fortunately, the woman realized what was happening; that she was being seduced by the creature’s nearly irresistible powers of mind control. “I cried out for my guardian angel to help me,” Susan stated. “I started to pray the Lord’s Prayer and cry out for all things holy and of the Light to drive away this creature of darkness.”
And that’s just what they did for, presently, the foul creature disappeared back into the netherworld from which it came, leaving the woman shaken and exhausted but otherwise unharmed.
In the summer of 2006, as I was becoming actively involved in the circus that is loosely called the Bigfoot research community, many people began contacting me from every part of North America and confiding in me experiences and troubles they’d had, or were still having, with these mysterious creatures.
This surprised me as I was not a well-known figure in the cryptozoology arenas. But I had divested some of my own experiences which had occurred to me since childhood, and there was “just something about me,” they inevitably claimed, that made them feel that they could trust me. They somehow knew that I would never divulge information regarding their identities, which ranged from common citizens to police authorities to well-known writers and political figures.
But even more startling were the stories some of them were telling me; stories of being contacted on a regular basis by these Bigfoot creatures. The entities were, moreover, communicating with them ‘telepathically’ some very strange and disturbing messages. Many felt intimidated and threatened and didn’t know what to do about the situation. They needed advice.
One man from upstate New York told me that the creature that was appearing to him and leaving signs scrawled into the snow outside his rural home had at first seemed benevolent. He had found an ancient “medicine wheel” made of carefully-placed stones near his property which seemed to mark the beginning of his interactions with the huge, hairy creature.
The witness had shot a deer while hunting one day and followed the blood trail until it disappeared but could not find the carcass of his supposed kill. Disappointed, he had given up, but while returning to his truck, he found the dead deer lying in the middle of the trail as if it had been placed there purposefully for him to see. An accomplished tracker, the man was nonplussed to find no sign or tracks of any kind nearby; not even the deer’s.
He had even seen the creature a couple of times in the woods, he told me, always keeping a good distance between them. It was obvious to me that the creature was attempting to gain the man’s trust. My advice to him was not to trust the monster, for that is what it was; as he would soon find out. I had a strong feeling that the beast would soon reveal the true nature of its intentions and told the fellow what he should do when this event occurred.
Not long after, while the man’s wife was luckily in town shopping, the entity appeared. The witness was inside the house, he later told me, but he was alerted to its presence by an urgent message inside his head to come outside. He opened the front door and saw it standing in his front yard. It had the most evil looking face, he claimed, and it continued projecting the urge for the man to step outside. He became extremely frightened because he could tell that the entity was mad at him, apparently for talking to me (!) and he had no doubt whatsoever what the thing intended to do to him if he would but leave the safety of the house.
It wanted to kill him. Yet the subliminal command to come out was so strong that he found himself reaching for the screen-door handle, all the while fighting the urge with all his might; and losing! Luckily, he remembered what I had told him and was able to break the creature’s spell. It angrily departed and bothered the man no more. He later wrote to thank me most graciously for my help, and the last I heard he was running for office in the small town where he lived. My advice was simply to invoke the name of Jesus Christ in the creature’s presence.
Another man living in a mid-western state had informed me that he was “habituating” a group of Bigfoot and they were divesting to him alarming messages of a coming global “apocalypse” which would pit mankind against the “star people” who were determined to enslave us and seize earth for their own. I was immediately reminded of the reaction of famed California psychic Joyce Partise when she was handed the sealed envelope containing a picture of a bigfoot track in 1976.
Taking the envelope without opening it she exclaimed; “This envelope is like a death certificate. I foresee an impending disaster. I see people gathered together, frightened and praying. Some think it’s spiritual, those craft in the sky. Some think it’s the so-called ‘Second Coming,’ but God help them!”
Partise received strong psychic impressions from the envelope that the Bigfoot creatures were subterraneans who were somehow connected to the UFOs, and that the UFOs were somehow connected to the impending doom of the human race. But how could this be? The answer is not as fantastic as one might think.
The mid-western Bigfoot claimed that their people and the star people were enemies of old, and they would fight at mankind’s side against them when it came to it. People must soon choose which side to fight for, they told him, either the Bigfoot people’s or the extraterrestrial’s.
Furthermore, they claimed, the humans they were contacting in preparation for this coming global “event” should immediately pack up and head as far north as possible. This man, who had a wife and three young children, was indeed making plans to do just that; intending to strike out with his family for a remote region in Canada. Despite my strong protestations against that plan, the witness and his family soon left their homes and no further contact from him was forthcoming. But I was contacted by something else.
A few days later, as I was lying on the bed of my home in western Kentucky, attempting to take a nap after work one day; I felt someone poke me in my back. Thinking it was my wife, I rolled over to ask her why she’d poked me; but there was no one there. This puzzled me, as it had felt like someone had just taken their finger and jabbed me sharply in the ribs below my left shoulder-blade. I tried not to let it bother me. One thing I learned a long time ago concerning the unknown is, once you start taking a closer look at these things, these things start taking a closer look at you. It is an uncomfortable realization at best.
Another realization, and a more recent one, was that these things don’t like to be talked about. At least not when the truth about them is concerned. I had already been ‘warned’ earlier in the year. I had become acquainted with a well-known writer/Bigfoot researcher from a mid-western state who had been experiencing Bigfoot activity for many years and was involved with several people attempting to “habituate” a group of these creatures.
As it turned out
this woman had been a lifelong experiencer of unexplained events in addition to hairy inhumanoid activity, which included living in a haunted house as a child and several UFO sightings. Given the nature some of the events which she described it was highly likely, in my own opinion, that this woman was even a victim of possible ‘alien’ abduction.
She had never connected any of this, she told me, thinking it was all entirely unrelated. She had recently become alarmed, however, because one of the creatures with which she thought she was well familiar had attempted some kind of ‘psychic attack’ on another female researcher whom she had allowed to accompany her into one of her research areas. I pointed out to her that which I hope this book makes abundantly clear, that these creatures are but varying manifestations, or guises, of the ‘gods’ of old, demonic entities whose sole purpose is to confuse, mislead, harm and even destroy if possible; human beings.
Later that week I was stricken with the most unimaginable pain that I had ever endured in the form of two impacted molars on the right side of my lower jaw. I had never had any problems with my teeth before, not even a single cavity in my entire life, yet now I was in excruciating pain and, in addition, the hinges of my jaw had seized up, leaving me completely unable to open my mouth to eat or speak. The loss of those two teeth did not deter me, however. I eventually recovered and continued on as before.
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