more times and then paused to wait for a response. Craig heard nothing in reply, and yet he still heard no crickets or frogs in the night. No chirping insects, no croaking toads—there was just nothing there.
Craig again swung the piece of wood into the side of the tree six more times, the sounds of the echoing strikes being driven into the forest, echoing one on top of the other. Craig stopped and listened into the night. Nothing. No response. Again, Craig struck the side of the tree six more times with the piece of wood, and again he heard no reply back.
“Well, must have been some sort of animal that had made the sound of tree limbs breaking in the distance,” said Craig to himself. Craig set the piece of wood down on the ground and reached into his pocket for his flashlight. Turning around to walk back, he clicked the flashlight on. In that moment, Craig heard a sound from behind him—off in the distance of the woods, south, toward the mountain range—the sound of wood clanking against wood. Craig stopped in his tracks and turned to look into the forest with his flashlight. Again, Craig’s light was swallowed by the darkness of the forest. The sounds of knocking came again from the forest, this time sounding closer than before, but still far off in the distance, south of the trailer. Craig clicked his flashlight off and bent down to pick up the piece of wood from off the ground. Craig gripped the wood like a baseball bat and swung into the tree six more times, each time causing an echo sound to reverberate into the forest. Craig waited for a moment and heard a reply—more knocking of wood coming from within the forest. This time four distinctive knocks in reply back to his six. Craig chuckled to himself. He was certain that he was communicating with what he thought to be a Sasquatch through the communication of tree knocking. Craig again struck the tree six more times with his piece of wood, then quietly listened for a response back. Craig heard silence in the night. He continued to pause for a moment to listen but heard nothing in response. Then Craig heard it—the knocking of wood striking a tree, but from much closer than before. Craig would have estimated now maybe fifty yards away from where he was standing. The sound of the knocking being so close startled Craig back a couple steps toward the trailer. Craig gathered his emotions and then laughed to himself, took the piece of wood, walked up to the tree again, smashed it into the tree four more times this time, and listened. The sound of wood knocking in reply was getting closer to him now. Craig swung the stick and struck the tree four more times again, but this time nothing. There was no reply. Craig’s smile turned into a frown as he swung the piece of wood into the tree four more times. No reply. Whatever was replying to the knocking Craig was doing was either gone or lost interest and would not reply back to his communication.
“Ugh…shit,” said Craig, sighing to himself. Perhaps the creature got close enough to see that it wasn’t communicating with a creature of its own kind. Perhaps it had seen or caught Craig’s scent through the forest and took off. Regardless though, Craig knew that he was communicating with a Sasquatch. But again, as times before, he couldn’t prove it. Craig dropped the stick on the ground again and reached into his pocket. Turning the flashlight on, Craig shined it back into the woods, hoping to catch some kind of evidence or maybe even a pair of reflective eyes in the darkness. There was nothing. Craig however did catch something different about the area though: the smell. There was such a pungent rotten odor that smelt very similar to body odor, mixed with decaying fish, mixed with skunk. The smell was terrible, and it hadn’t been there before. Craig had never smelt the creature but had found through studies and research that the smell that the creature emitted was awful. Craig took steps into the forest, looking for any kind of sign from footprints or hair in the area on the trees or branches. Craig found nothing in the area. Craig went back to his table with his equipment and grabbed his audio recorder. Craig began recording.
“The time is now approximately 9:10 p.m. at night. Temperature tonight has dipped down into the high thirties. After attempting wood knocking, I did get a reply back from something south of the camper in the deep forest. Each time the reply in knocking from the creature deep in the forest had drawn the animal closer until finally it stopped when it sounded very close. Perhaps whatever was doing the knocking had seen me or had smelt my natural body scent, because it had stopped in replying to my knocks. I would estimate that the knocking sound got as close to me as about fifty yards. Something else to make note of…the smell. After the replies to my knocking had finished, the smell in the area was the worst smell I have ever smelt in my life. I would have guessed a skunk had just sprayed its own scent in the area, but it smelt worse than just a skunk. It smelt as if it was a combination of skunk, decaying corpse, and body odor. The scent of the creature nearly causing me to vomit.”
Craig set the audio recorder back down on the table. Picking up the parabolic dish and headphones, Craig walked to the back of the trailer again. Craig placed the earphones on his head and powered on the parabolic dish. Craig pointed it in the direction of the forest. He was away from the river now; though he could hear it, the interference from the water wasn’t as bad as it was back at the table. Craig pointed the dish toward the forest, toward the darkness of the woods, and listened intently. Craig again did not hear the sounds of crickets chirping or toads croaking—the first telltale sign that a predator could be in the area. Craig at first did not hear anything with the dish, but then something did become audible in the headphones. In the deepest corner of the forest, Craig could hear it—a faint sound. Screams. Haunting sounds of screaming in the night, along with screaming and guttural groans. Craig thought the sounds sounded like what a mad man would make talking to himself. Then there was another sound. It sounded like someone trying to talk but very garbled and very unintelligible. Craig listened intently to the sounds he was picking up. It sounded as if they were coming from four distinct creatures as the vocalization in all four were different in volume, tone, and cadence. Craig listened to the audio sound for nearly twenty minutes as the sounds seemed to communicate with one another. Craig was astounded as it sounded as if the creatures were indeed communicating with one another. From the parabolic dish, Craig guessed that from how audible the sounds were, they could be approximately half a mile away—so close yet so far for Craig. But then as soon as Craig had found the sounds coming from deep within the forest, they were gone. Craig continued to try and find the sounds again with the parabolic dish, but they were gone. Disappointed and discouraged, Craig turned and walked back to the table with his equipment by the camper. Craig took his headphones off and set them on the table, along with the parabolic dish. Craig picked up the audio recorder, turned it on, and recorded the following:
“The time is now 9:47 p.m. I just finished trying a very unscientific approach, yet such a crude way of making contact with the creatures I believe worked and worked rather effectively. I had attempted the communication of tree knocking with the beings. After a few attempts at this old technique, I received a reply back that I would estimate to be approximately half a mile away from my position. As is the case most of the time, so close but yet so far away. At this time, I will play more audio sounds of the creature’s screams and vocal communications made from the creatures in the previous research investigations into the forest and toward the direction of the tree knockings.”
Craig turned the audio recorder off and set it back down on the equipment table. Craig turned the megaphone and amplifier back on and pressed play on the audio equipment. On the audio player, Craig turned the repeat option on so that the sounds of the creatures would loop over and over again. The sounds of high-pitched screaming and loud deep guttural bellowing blared through the megaphone into the darkness of the forest. It played repeatedly across the river water and through the forest. Craig stood back from the megaphone while the sound blasted from the device, penetrating through the darkness of the night. Craig sat down in a foldable lawn chair and listened intently. It amazed him how the vocalization sounds eerily sounded similar to that of a human, yet so animalistic. Craig tilted his head back and let out a yawn. Looking down to his wrist, Craig saw that it was late in the evening now: 10:29 p.m., and he was getting tired fast. He stood up from the lawn chair and walked over to the audio player. Craig turned the audio equipment off and grabbed the megaphone and amplifier. Craig placed the earphones over his head and pointed the parabolic dish into the forest and listened intently while staring into the forest. While looking into the forest, Craig thought he may have seen a pair of red, glowing orbs peering around the corner of a tree in the darkness, just around the border
