West Virginia Bigfoots Residents

I was divorced after 30 years of marriage and raising 3 children. It was difficult living alone in a big house that backed up to the woods. All bedrooms are on the 2nd level. The exterior windowless wall of my bedroom that was near the woods is above and to the side of the cellar. The cellar sits a couple of feet lower than the floor of my bedroom. One Fall in the early morning hours around 3 a.m., I was sleeping soundly. I was awakened by a sound no more than 3-4 feet to the exterior wall of my bedroom. I couldn’t wrap my head around the sound of something pulling up from what I knew to be the cement top of the cellar 2 feet below the floor and some 9 feet up to the top of the metal roof over my bedroom ceiling. That’s a reach of about 11 plus feet! I could hear what I guessed was the underbelly of the animal scraping on the metal edge of the roof. After pulling itself up, it stood and proceeded to take large widely spaced bipedal steps to the other end of my house which is 42 feet from where it pulled up. I’m lying in bed cowering under my bed covers, listening; hardly breathing. Then it walked back over my bed, but did not jump the 11’ down onto the cellar the way it came up. Instead, it walked directly over my bed and apparently pushed off the edge over the only window in my bedroom, dropping some 20’ to what I call the “pebble patio”. The headboard of my bed sat directly under this window above the pebble patio. My window shook so violently that I feared it would break and fall inwardly on me, still lying in bed. Even worse, that the “animal” would somehow gain access to me all the time my heart raced inside my chest because of the extreme fear I felt! I lay awake, but heard nothing more. I waited for daylight so I could leave my house to go down the hill to my Mom’s house to let family know what had happened to me and see if we could make sense of it all. My brother just laughed when I demonstrated the gait of the animal when I spread my legs apart as far as I could to take a step but it was not far enough! From that night I began searching online for “what kind of animal walks on your roof?” That’s when I discovered that I was not alone in my experience. I can not prove that Bigfoot walked on my roof, but given how it happened, I can’t explain it any other way. Thus began my armchair campaign to become educated about Bigfoot.

A few years after the roof walking experience, my son and daughter were on top of the roof installing a new antennae. When my son came into the kitchen he said I must have “Big Bird” leaving droppings on my roof. I asked what he meant, he said there was a big pile of animal feces near the fireplace chimney. I couldn’t get much more information from my son, so I instructed my daughter to pay attention and to give me a detailed report when she came down. She told me that there was a pile of feces white and desiccated the size of a large dinner plate. When I asked the shape, she said it was circular like a big cinnamon roll. I immediately thought of the creature that had walked to the fireplace end of the house and back and sprang so far down to the “pebble patio!” When I expressed that to my kids, they had a good laugh at my expense. There have been many over the years.

I had remembered the old TV show “In Search Of” with Leonard Nimoy. My only awareness of the possible existence of the animal known as Bigfoot was that show. I believed it was possible, but it didn’t affect me, or so I thought, since it was a West Coast possibility. That was some 40 years prior to my experience. I began listening to everything I could about Bigfoot. That’s when I began to put together things that had happened here over the years. For example. A number of years prior to my experience, my ex husband and I were helping my brother’s family build an addition onto their house. In the evenings we would hear a peculiar noise far up into the hollow that was a dead end above his property. It was some type of moaning, bellowing cry. I had never heard anything like it before, nor since those days spent there. Although both myself and my brother have both heard very strange calls, yells and noises since then.

After the walking on my roof episode I recalled some things that had happened over the years in my hollow. I am now convinced that the Bigfoot were in this hollow before we ever called it home. It had been many years prior to our moving onto this land that humans had lived here. My Mom and stepdad always raised large gardens. On two separate occasions and summers, my stepdad went out to harvest his crop for canning, and it was gone, taken during the night. Once it was fresh corn. Another time it was his ripe tomatoes. It was all stripped clean. We had an above ground swimming pool for our kids while they were growing up. I was standing by the window looking out at the pool, and I couldn’t understand why I didn’t see any water. I went out to investigate. The sides of the pool lining had deep gashes in it and the water had nearly all leaked out. The sides were not caved in, so whatever took a swim, had entered and departed from the small deck where the ladder was located. At the time I though perhaps since it was August and the creeks were dry, a bear had taken a little swim. Who knows, it could have been the Bigfoot instead.

Here are some strange things that happened here at my house. One time I had my cellar door opened, and left open with the padlock lying on a table beside it. I had the padlock on the door but not locked. It would be unlikely a human came at night to do that. I live on a hill, the driveway dead ends at my house, and I have woods, no close neighbors. So it’s not reasonable a person would walk the long distances in the dark to play such a joke. Plus most of my neighbors are also my family. I’ve had artificial plants moved from where I had them in a window box at one end of my house and left in my driveway at the other end of my house, and it was not weather related. I’ve had a drain cover removed many, many times. I will replace it, it is taken off again. I’ve been gifted with objects. Once a child’s metal bracelet, obviously weathered and old, was left in the middle of my front sidewalk. So that when I left I would have to see it. I’ve had my screen door opened and a beautiful but dead yellow bird in the middle of my welcome mat. I’ve had my artificial flowers removed from an outdoor wreath and placed inside my screened porch. I had a wooden arbor with climbing roses broken all to pieces being tossed out into the driveway! My beautiful roses were totally uprooted this happened in one summer night, being discovered in the morning.

My Mom lived with me for 5 years. She slept downstairs, in a little nook. She had to use her potty chair often. She had a habit of walking to the doorway where she stood to see out the window into the pebble patio. One morning when I came downstairs she had something to tell me. By this time I was leaving all my outside lights on since the years before when something bipedal walked on my roof. She said she walked to the doorway and when she looked out, she saw a big hairy back, no head because it was above the window. When I asked what she did, she said she quietly backed up and eased back into bed as quietly as she could. After that I put window shades on all the downstairs windows. In fact I have window shades on all the windows and they are drawn right before dark every evening!

My brother and I used to play guitars and write songs. My brother came up, I handed him a guitar, and he began playing while I went back inside for something. The dogs had been barking like crazy. Just as I stepped onto the screened in porch to hear his newly written song, we heard the most terrifying scream. It was an angry scream. It was louder than any lion roar and deeper in resonance than any bull and ended in a guttural growl. My brother said “What was that” I knew it wasn’t a dog, but I said “just a dog” about that time it yelled again, it sounded like it was close. My brother said “that was no dog” by that time, the dogs had gone completely silent! We walked to the sidewalk, we listened, but didn’t hear anything else. My brother said he was going home. I said I was going inside and locking the doors and that is what we did! I’ve never heard that exact sound again. But I have heard other vocals too many to recount. I have heard too many wood knocks to recount. I have heard the death noise of a deer after hearing a wood knock a little way away, then out at the end of my yard hearing another wood knock and the obvious sound of a deer dying.

For a long time I would hear wood knocks and try to explain to my brother what it sounded like. He would call me and I would go out on my porch to listen. It took awhile, but one day he called and I went outside and YES, it was a wood knock! After that he learned to tell the difference. I explain their knocks as a Louieville Slugger hitting a tree in such a powerful way, no human can duplicate it! It sounds like it vibrates from the inside out with such force! I’ve had my door bell rang, no one there. I’ve had my house slapped. I’ve heard something heavy step onto my deck, especially when I used to have pets and fed them in the evenings. I learned to fed in the mornings! I’ve had Walnuts thrown at me from the hillside. My friend that was visiting me had Persimmons thrown from the hillside at her. There are no Persimmons near my house. I’ve heard clacking rocks in the Fall that made me think of cracking Walnuts. As I’m getting older and I’m outside less, I don’t hear as much as I used to. But I still hear them hunting or calling out to each other, even twice this past week. I always marvel as to why my neighbors aren’t hearing this. Two of these neighbors are a son and a grandson and their family. They sleep with a fan going, s