Sasquatch. A group of them.”
“Sir, have you had anything to drink this evening? Do you use recreational drugs? Take any medications?”
“No, this is real!”
“So your trailer is under attack by a group of Sasquatch?”
“Yes, can’t you hear them?”
“Are they the ones that are making the growling sounds in the background?”
“Yes.”
“Are you with anyone else, sir?”
“Just my dog, Max. He’s in the trailer with me, hiding under the bed.”
“Sir, can you hide under the bed too?”
“No, there isn’t enough room for me to get completely under the bed.”
“What is your address, sir?”
“Jesus, you’re never going to believe me. I’m going to fucking die out here.”
“Sir, what is your address?”
“Um, I don’t have a specific address. Look, I drove from Port Angeles to Elwha on Highway 101. Then I turned off onto Herrick Road, all the way to where the pavement ended. Near the end of the road, I found a small gravel dirt road, which led down toward the Elwha River. The road is really unkempt and filled with large bumps and holes in it.”
“Sir, can you be more specific than that? Are there roads with names?”
“I can’t be any more specific. I’m down at the end of that dirty road that leads toward the Elwha River, parked next to the river. I didn’t see a name to the road I took.”
Suddenly, Craig’s trailer was hit with such great force it rocked the trailer.
“Stop it! Leave me alone!” yelled Craig.
“Sir, what is going on?” asked the operator.
“They’re outside my trailer, ramming into the side of it and trying to tip it over.”
Again, the trailer was hit with such great force the trailer rocked back and forth on its wheels. Finally, the trailer tipped over onto its side with a loud crash. Craig fell against the side of his trailer, clutching his phone in one hand and his bat in the other. The sound of breaking glass rang out through the trailer.
“Sir, what was that loud bang? What is happening?”
“They just tipped my fucking trailer over!” yelled Craig. “Get out of here! Leave me alone! Go!”
The sounds of the creatures were getting louder. They continued to bang at the sides and now the undercarriage of the trailer. The creatures screamed and growled as they worked on destroying the outside of the trailer. Craig looked toward the back of the trailer, by the window where the bed was. Craig watched as a large hairy arm with a balled-up fist broke through the window glass.
“Please send help!” said Craig in the phone.
“Sir, remain calm. We’ve found your location using the GPS function in your phone. Stay on the phone with me. There are sheriffs on their way to your location right now. They are coming from just outside Port Angeles, so it will be a bit before they get there. Can you hide somewhere in your trailer until the deputies can get to your location?”
“There is nowhere to hide! They already know I’m here! Get the hell out of here! Leave me alone goddamn it!”
The creatures were more vocal and more audible than ever before now, growling, squawking back and forth with one another, and screaming. The screaming was horrendous. The creatures began to tear parts of the trailer walls apart.
“Go away! Leave me alone! Get out of here!” Craig continued to yell at the creatures.
“Sir, you need to do your best to find a safe place to go in your trailer. Somewhere you can hide in your trailer. Sheriff deputies are on their way. They’re trying to get there as fast as they can.”
Over the phone the operator could hear the sounds of metal being torn apart, along with the sounds of breaking glass. The operator continued to hear the creatures’ sounds, although she didn’t know what to make of it. The operator then heard the sounds of Craig screaming through the phone, yelling at the creatures.
“They’re almost through the trailer wall,” said Craig as he dropped the phone on the ground and took his bat into both hands and started swinging at the creatures. From the other end of the phone, the operator could hear the sounds of bone breaking, a man screaming, and then silence.
“Sir,” said the operator. There was nothing but silence for a few seconds and then there was another sound the operator had never heard in her life. It was a deep, guttural growl that came through the receiver of the phone—maybe a foot or two away from the receiver of the phone that the operator would never forget for the rest of her life. The growling was followed by a loud audible scream and then a crunching sound from the phone being crushed.
*****
About half an hour later, Clallam County Sheriff Deputies responded to the small town of Elwha, Washington. Three trucks in total drove through the main street of Herrick Road until the road ended. They found the small dirt road where they believed Craig must have taken down to get to the bank of the river. They noticed a road sign that said Wapiti Way. Deputies took the road down toward the river that did eventually turn into a dirt road that led all the way down to the river. Here the deputies came to a clearing by the riverbank and found the torn apart remains of what was left of Craig’s trailer. Equipment and personal effects were scattered all across the campsite. One deputy stepped out of his truck and walked up to the trailer that was pushed over and torn apart. There he found blood and tattered human remains of what he thought could have been the caller to 911—part of a human arm and a hand. Deputies looked around the trailer and found multiple large footprints in the mud and in the ground around the trailer, along with pieces of hair that were left behind in the torn metal walls of the trailer. The other two deputies joined the first in viewing the area. The first deputy reported in.
“319 to dispatch,” said Deputy Fox.
“Dispatch to 319, go ahead,” replied the dispatch operator.
“319 observes the campsite of the location or origin of the 911 call. Observed a camper trailer has been pushed over. Upon observation of the trailer it does appear that there are some human remains from the trailer, as well as large human like footprints outside the trailer.”
“Dispatch to 319, clean up the campsite, whatever human remains that are there as well. Write this up as a missing person investigation and report back no signs of human life.”
“319 to dispatch, that doesn’t seem like the right thing to do. Should we call Detective Cameron to investigate?”
“Dispatch to 319, these were the orders of Sheriff Mitchell. He’s on his way out to the location as well and said you would say that. Sheriff Mitchell wanted me to ask you when you did if you wanted chaos and a pandemic of media to report that a group of unknown creatures killed a man. Elwha is already a small enough town, and we want to keep it that way.”
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