We moved outside of the Prospect area back in the mid 1990’s. And while the community seemed pretty nice, there was one thing nobody talked about, and that was Bigfoot. We learned this when a Bigfoot terrorized our family not even a week or two after moving there.
Seriously, the community of Prospect, it’s people, and everything else were and are great, but there are Bigfoot that roam there, and the locals know all about it.
Why they keep it under wraps and what happened to us I will share with you here…
Prospect, home of the Bigfoot.
Prospect is a close knit town, and it is literally located in what most would call the middle of nowhere. That is why we liked it and why we moved there in the first place.
The people were great, kind, and once you were better known, well, the conversations about life and everything else could be shared for hours upon hours in the cafe or the steps of the old general store.
There was only one conversation that was not so popular, one that kept some to a complete hush, and others, well, they simply acknowledged it and left it at that, and that conversation was all about Bigfoot.
We would come to know this thing in a hurry actually, and we would know how scary it can be as well.
There are places like Bluff Creek, California and so on that get a lot of the spotlight and are called the “home of Bigfoot.” Personally speaking, the real home of Bigfoot is Prospect, Oregon, and the locals and state officials know it’s true.
The screaming hills.
I will mention this, but not to be haughty or anything like that, I say it because it is true, and it is why we moved way out here. My husband is rather semi-famous, an actor. He has co-starred in some pretty popular films, especially westerns back in the 70’s and 80’s and even up to that point in the 90’s when we had our incidents with a Bigfoot.
People did not treat us “extra” special like they often did when living in southern California, and being down there, well, we did not want to raise our children there, and at that point we just had our first child, a boy.
When the screams started, my husband was actually on site out in Montana shooting a new film, this was around 1994 I believe. This would be one of his last films as he would jump in to directing and creating commercials for an auto company and a couple other Fortune 500 type companies.
We had just moved in, it was just after fall started, around the first week of October that year I recall. I was still unpacking things, like I said, my husband was pretty famous, but we lived normal quiet lives without the need for assistants like some in the industry.
I was upstairs I remember, our son needed to be fed and put down to sleep. It was still warm outside so I had a window open. At first I thought it was the sound of a truck or large vehicle with a bad belt heading up or down Crater Lake Highway about half a mile back down the driveway.
It kept getting louder, and louder until I finally realized it was not the sound of anything mechanical, instead, it sounded like an animal, or a person screaming.
Of course, my husband the next day swore it was either coyote or possible wolf as they are back, not many, but there are a few roaming around then and today. The other possibility was a fox, and I have heard fox before so I took his word for it and left it at that.
For nearly a week and a half at least every other night, the screaming would come and go, I finally decided after that to keep the windows shut from then on. Besides, it would be getting colder soon enough.
Eventually, at night, I felt as though I was being watched.
Being watched in the woods.
By late October my husband had wrapped up what would end up being his next to last film, ever. He was taking a few months off before he started directing commercials come the beginning of January, so that was going to be great we thought.
But, instead, we ended up feeling so scared that we decided to move, and did by spring of the following year.
It started with the screams, and one night, while enjoying a drink around the stone fire pit off the back deck, it started up again, only this time my husband heard it.
I noticed his eyes seemed, well, like the had a quizical look as if he was confused about what it was himself. He stood up, walked over towards the forest and just stood there listening intently.
The scream became louder and louder as what ever it was came closer. Then, it stopped. My husband stood there staring off into the dark. Next thing I knew, he was walking rather fast telling me under his breath to get inside, fast!
After we were back in the house he shut off the kitchen light, he stood there still as a rock staring towards the northeast part of the property. He pointed and told me to look towards a group of Douglas Fir trees that edged the property.
It was the scariest moment of my life, a large shadow stood out from behind a tree. My husband said later it had to be at least 9-foot tall with further inspection the next day. It seemed to be looking in our direction as it moved back and forth from behind a tree that did not hide all of its massive silhouette.
My husband got on the phone with the local police, which were few up this way. The next day we would start to learn quickly what we were dealing with as a couple law enforcement officials showed up in the morning, and what suprised us the most, a representitive from the Forestry department that was actually located not far from our home itslef accompanied them.
My husband took them out to where the person or thing was seen and what they found was rather crazy to tell you the truth. Footprints, large, human-like footprints.
They came from the thick of the forest and then headed back the way they came it seemed. My husband would tell me that the Rep from the D of F gave a call to her office, but then walked away out of ear shot.
It was one of the police officers, well, deputies that stayed behind and told us something we just simply could not believe at first.
After they all wrapped up, the one deputy stayed behind and began telling us of his own experiences out here, plus the many reports of, well, Bigfoot, quiet a few of them that roam this area.
He told us of reports up and around the Crater Lake area over the years, plus that of near the natural bridge and the outskirts of the town of Prospect itself.
It was believed that the people in town, most of them lived in town for the very reason of avoiding these things. Of course, nobody had every been hurt or killed by one of these things that they know of, but there have been many missing people over the years out this way, and more often than other places in Oregon.
Basically, it sounded as if there was a family or group of these things that lived in the area and were long time residents themselves. And, he warned us to stay out of their way. His own experience was that of being chased out of the woods, even the feeling of being hunted crossed his mind.
But, he was also sure that the Forest Service, located not too far away from us actually, knew of these things, and kept tabs on them as much as possible. Seeing how the lady from the department had acted earlier, that pretty much was how I felt, I knew that they knew.
We still sat out at night on the deck in the evenings, however, my husband always kept a rifle nearby from that day on, always.
Chased out of the woods.
My husband had a small role back in the day with an actor named Charles Bronson. He told me that Charles was as fearless it seemed in life as he was on screen.
My husband was also fearless if you ask me, even when he was chased by a Bigfoot, and realized that these things were in fact Bigfoot that one late afternoon.
The Rogue River is not that far from our home actually, just a few hundred yards or so, okay, maybe it was a little farther, but my memory of the layout of the land is fading today as I did not spend much time out there because of these animals.
Anyways, he woke up early that day to get some yard work done, that way he could spend his time getting some fishing in late in the afternoon.
It had been a few weeks since we heard or had seen anything, and the fact that the seasons were changing rapidly, we figured they must have left. They did not.
His experience started right before he decided to head back home along a wide trail that led from the house to the river.
He said it started with clicking sounds, not rocks either, but more like tongue-in-cheek clicking. Mixed in with that were the sound of voices, one voice from up the river, the other down river. They were not that far away either, possibly he said within about 30 yards or so.
Being a mostly cloudy day he could not see anything until a couple minutes later when out of nowhere a large stick came hurling at him from down river landing by his feet.
He turned and looked and immediately watched as a large bipedal and hairy monster, a Bigfoot that is, and about 10-feet tall he swears, pick up a large rock and threw it at him landing in the water and splashing it up on him.
He said his heart jumped and he grabbed his stuff and ran back down the trail towards home.
He also heard footsteps and looked to his right to see another one, a dark brown colored smaller Bigfoot practically running right at him!
He stopped, pulled out his revolver and let off a round in the air.
Everything, every noise came to a sudden stop.
He watched as the Bigfoot stood there, partially covered behind a large Spruce tree, stare at him allthewhile barring its teeth. It did not take long, however, and he was soon hearing what was the other one he first saw walking fast up behind him.
He bolted all the way back down the trail.
By the time I saw him come crashing through the trees and into the more open backyard, his face was white as a ghost, and he had his gun drawn and at that point and pointing into the forest itself.
My husband is no weakling, and whatever made him that fearful, well, it must have truly been the monster he described.
He said it seemed to be or look like the ugliest ape he’d ever seen in the face, but the body of a man or person. The first one he saw seemed to be growling at him, and was huge! The other, a lighter colored one and smaller was literally chasing him through the woods all the way back.
It woudl stay back about 20 yards or so, but kept pace with him all the way back. It was also mumbling and making that clicking sound he said as well all the way back.
From that point on, it was a scary place and environment to be in for us.
Shrieks, slaps, and a rock through the window.
For nearly another whole month or more we had several slaps on the side of the house near our baby boy’s bedroom, so we moved him in with us for the time being.
I can’t tell you why they do that, but once, I actually watched as one ran right up to the house, slapped it, and ran back off into the woods as if it was simply toying with us!
It was not until Christmas, almost, that we decided to get out of town and simply leave for good.
It was a few days, a week perhaps before Christmas day. We were sitting there watching the old black and white version of A Christmas Carol on t.v.
I jumped out of my skin, and my husband ducked, covered, and rolled right into the hallway to get his rifle as a large rock, the size of two softballs, came crashing through the window of the living room.
That was it, my husband jumped out the front door and started firing off shots randomly into the forest without a care in the world, and I was fine with that.
We called the sheriff’s office and the same deputy showed up within a half an hour. He notoced tracks all around the house in the snow, and it seemed there were literally several of them large and small walking around and around the house all that evening.
He helped us board up the window for the night until we could get someone from Eagle Point to come and fix it the next day, fortunately.
But, that did not stop us from deciding to leave, and for good.
I remeber the last night there, my husband and I stood out there on the deck, it was nearly dusk at that point, and mid-Janruary and it was time to go in for sure. As if to give us one more thrill and a chill down our spine, a shriek from the pit of hell came from about 50 yards away in the forest, near the trail.
My husband is a great guy, a patient man, and rather quiet and peaceful. But, he walked in the house, came back out with his rifle, pointed, aimed in the direction the shriek came from and pulled the trigger.
That was the last gun shot and scream we would hear on that property, or in Oregon, ever.
We moved back to sunny southern California where he retired not long ago. And to tell you the truth, we want nothing to do with those things, they are wild animals that need to be left alone, period.
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