Back in 2015, I was sent by my security company to work at a construction site in False Klamath near the Trees of Mystery attraction in northern California. I never believed up to that point that Bigfoot existed, but they do, and I saw one while there.
The sighting was brief, yes, but I got a pretty good look at one of them, a male by the way. I believe there was multiple Bigfoot as I also heard and experienced a lot of weirdness over a week’s period of time.
Here is what happened that week that creeped me out, and what I saw that had me asking to be assigned anywhere but northern California unless it was absolutely necessary.
The Bigfoot of False Klamath.
I am not from the area. I am from SoCal, Redondo Beach to be exact. I have been in the Pacific Northwest a few times, but most of my life was spent in sunny southern California working, and Baja, Mexico surfing.
My idea of fun is not galavanting in the woods like some. I prefer surfing.
But, my work has taken me a few times to the northern part of the state of California. I am still a security guard today, after getting out of the military and opting not to head to college, I instead got a good job as a security guard through a friend’s dad.
Other than that, as I said, I don’t do a lot of wandering around the woods, most of my time is spent on a beach, or just off of it surfing.
And, I’ll tell you this, after what I saw and experienced, I only venture into the woods if I have to due to work today, and personally, I’ve asked not to be sent there anymore if possible.
So, here is what I noticed and experienced in the middle of the woods in northern California not even three years ago.
Crazy sounds in the night.
So, the first day I arrived I had to get some sleep as I was scheduled to work that night. I was there to guard some big equipment that was going to be used for the latest phase of some road work that was being done.
I would be there for a whole week, Sunday to Sunday
The crazy and strange stuff started that first night, and personally, I think they, some Bigfoot, were there already messing with stuff, or at least passing by nightly down to the river and back up into the forest.
I did get a chance to talk to a guy from the Cresent City area who had an experience not long after this, and one person on the crew herself swears she made out large foot impressions near the gravel piles, but she could not be sure.
But, back to the craziness, or weirdness of the first night.
As I said, I live in the heart of the beaches in Los Angeles, and I hear some crazy stuff at night sometimes, but nothing like this, ever. This was creepy, weird, and an Iraq veteran like myself who saw some action was feeling very uneasy.
I showed up the first night ready, awake, and willing to take care of and watch over their goods. It would be a long night, that’s for sure.
After the foreman of the site left, I headed over to the small trailer and signed in, grabbed the emergency numbers files, and sat them on the small table next to the sink inside.
I turned on the television, yes it had one and started watching some late evening comedy thing that was not all that funny after all.
I heard nothing until later in the evening when I had to take a pee break in the portapotty about 20 yards to the south from the so-called office/trailer.
Of course, a car or two here and there would be heard on and off all week, it is the main highway, 101 usually is. But, at night, the highway is usually a lot quieter than the day, and that is why hearing much of anything was odd, especially when you hear people!
I was relieving myself when I thought I heard gibberish or low mumbling from not far away. I figured I was about to earn my keep in a second.
I stepped out of the portapotty, and it stopped almost immediately. But, I knew what I heard, and I knew, or at least had a feeling whoever it was was still nearby. I was correct.
I shut the portapotty door slowly, and that is when I heard some pretty heavy footsteps move off from my right and head off uphill and across the main highway.
I figured it was probably just a vagrant passing by possibly wanting to see if anyone was around and maybe break into the office and grab some food or something, that is a pretty common thing to happen on sites like these.
I took a look around and headed back to the office after seeing nothing.
Later that night, well, early morning, I would say 3-4 AM would be my best guess looking back, I decided to do a walk-through again, I would do three each night.
This time I took out half a sandwich with me just in case the person earlier was hungry, and I happened to find them. I did not, but I believed he or they were nearby as I started hearing whistling off in the distance. I left the sandwich on top a large container near the portapotty.
Back and forth it came from down the hillside to the river and back again up the hillside across the road, even during the third walk-through I heard it. They were pretty far off, but I could make out whistles.
Yes, it was all pretty strange I admit, but I was not thinking Bigfoot or anything else at the time, I had no reason to until the third day on the job. And yes, the sandwich was gone.
Umm, what in the world was that?
The second night was so uneventful I remember I fell asleep for an hour and a half. But, the third night would start my mind to wondering what is in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, and how do I avoid ever coming back?
No, I do not think these things were killers looking to eat me, but good lord they are monstrous, scary sounding, and visually frightening!
That is why I would not want to be there again; I do not want to be any closer than I was that night with these things, ever. And if that means not venturing out into the forests up north, I am good with that. Personally, I’ll take my luck with a shark in the water.
Without a reference in your mind for what you are hearing and seeing when it comes to Bigfoot, you truly get a sense of what real fear and wonder can feel like all at once.
The third night I would see something, and the fifth night I would get an even better visual, but it started with a sandwich.
The moment I started my shift or showed up, the foreman of the site was letting me know that he never noticed anything out of the ordinary when walking around back and forth on the site.
I told him what I experienced after he saw my log one morning and asked. He mentioned that some of his crew who live in the area have seen or known for a fact that Bigfoot roam the area.
We both laughed that off. The foreman himself I would learn was born and raised and still lived in the San Diego area, so he was as skeptical as I was, and a former beach bum too.
That evening when all was quiet but the occasional car or semi-truck moving through the bends slowly, I started my first walk-through for the night.
I stopped by the portapotty once again and not a second later the talking was back!
I zipped up and stepped out as fast as I could. The talking stopped immediately for the last time. I stood there and turned on my flashlight and looked around.
Nothing was out of place. However, I noticed something in the light when moving the beam near a pile of gravel that was backed by the treeline that led down to the river.
A plume of mist was constantly coming from the side of a tree not 30 yards from me.
I yelled out the typical ‘who’s there‘ and got no response. I moved towards the tree itself as I was sure that was someone’s breath creating the plume of mist in the cold night air.
At that moment I heard the craziest thing and scariest thing I’d ever heard in my life, and trust me, I’ve heard tanks go off in the desert not 50-feet away from me!
It was a scream that had my bones vibrating out of my skin.
I shuttered and shook a bit, literally, and just as I moved the beam of my flashlight back at the tree, that is when I saw a massive blur of black move off faster than Todd Gurley through a defensive line.
I have to say, however, this thing seemed much larger than Todd, and anyone on that offensive Rams line for that matter!
It was massive; it seemed to almost fill up space between two large trees and poof! it was gone. I heard someone running downhill, crashing through the forest. If that was a person I thought, they were going to injure or kill themselves running that fast downhill in the dark.
But, I knew in my gut that was not a person, not even close.
Last, but not least!
I was a little apprehensive about going back to work that night, the fifth night. For some reason my gut was telling me to head home, but how often does a guy listen to his gut, right ladies?
But, I am a man of my word, and I love my job.
I did talk a bit with one of the guy’s on site, a younger guy by the name of Rob if I remember correctly. He talked a lot about Bigfoot, what they are, their presence around the area, and how he thinks they are, well, “nice folks.”
A little weird if you ask me calling them folks but to each his own. Rob was a true believer with accounts and stories of his own for sure.
The fifth night started off quietly.
The evening before there were no visitors I know of, but the whistles and even some screaming way off in the distance could be heard. Every night since the third night I carried a taser and a much larger flashlight after that.
It was quiet, like I said, not a sound except the crickets and the occasional passerby on the highway. Which, by the way, I had come to find lots of road crossings of these things reported in the area!
But, seeing how there was a river below, and mountains above, maybe they were making their way back and forth to their food source, and the site was simply in their way at that point I thought.
I headed out, however cautiously, on my second walkthrough around midnight.
I walked around some of the larger equipment that was finally going to be leaving the next day, and I would be there two more nights, even after this event that had me seriously freaked out.
I walked around a roller and a large loader when I heard a car slam its brakes on and then take off real fast. I did not see the car; I just heard what I heard.
Not seconds later I heard someone or something walk or run really fast down the hillside, cross the road, and stop near the part of the large lot cleared out for gravel that was all but gone, and equipment.
I flashed my light in the direction of the footsteps, and that is when I saw a large two-legged creature staring right at me. It stood there no longer than a second or two, but it was long enough to see that Rob was telling the truth, Bigfoot is real, and really big too!
It was massive, like a bodybuilder, or some of my friends in the military, buff I guess you could say. It was almost a perfect V-shape of a thing with what seemed long shaggy, almost dread-like hair. The color was most likely black or dark reddish brown I think, but it was pretty dark outside at that time.
It seemed twice as tall as me, and I am 5’9. It was at least 9-feet tall for sure, no doubt about that. Its neck was nonexistent, and its arms were huge, muscular.
As quickly as I could I looked at the face, and yes, I believe it was more monkey-like than human. However, the rest of the body seemed very human, and you could sense it was male, but I did not see any proof of that, really, it just seemed male for some reason.
I was scared, my heart rate was fast, but for some reason, I did not feel threatened as in this thing might attack me at any moment. It just turned and walked off faster than I could move my flashlight to keep up with it!
I remember the hair, it was all hair except a bit around the cheeks and nose. I could not make out a skin tone, but the hair seemed reddish or darker brown perhaps. Its arms were massive and long, much like what I had heard Rob describe beforehand.
The face was frightening, but looked much like a sad monkey-like face, like it was droopy or something. Not sure if you understand me, but suffice it to say, it was scary looking for sure.
I was pretty freaked out though after the encounter, and I decided to forget the last walkthrough that night. However, I did leave half a sandwich on a barrel that was about ten feet away from the office.
The next morning it was gone, again.
Looking back, I think gifting was taking place, but at the same time, my gut told me that these things were wild animals and to give them space.
I have not since worked up north. Personally, I am not much for Bigfoot, and I am not actively researching or reading books about them anymore either. I just want to surf and take my chances with a bunch of people in a city than out in the woods with that massive thing.
So, that’s my story of Bigfoot in Northern California, and no, I seriously do not wish to see another one again, ever.
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