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Belleville, Ontario, Canada
I have to start by saying that I am a bit nervous about sending this letter because of all the hoopla that comes along with it. I was 14 at the time in 1988. A friend of mine and I had waited all week to go dirt bike riding in the woods near my house. It had rained all week and we new the trails would be sloppy but we were eager to ride just the same. We rode in the wood's pretty much all that day and it was starting to get dark so I had to head home because I didn't have a head light on my bike.
We rode through this one part of the trail that was narrow and dark and just on the other side was a small opening that is were I waved my buddy down because I had to stop and relieve myself. Where we pulled over was kind of muddy so I asked my friend to hold on to my bike so that I didn't have to put the kickstand down. I stepped off of the trail about five or six feet and proceeded to relieve myself when my buddy started screaming for me to hurry up. Both of our bikes were still running and I couldn't figure out why he was trying to take off on me. I turned and yelled at him to stop pissing around and he had this look in his eye that he just saw the devil himself. I turned to see what he was looking at and at the edge of the woods not more than 30 feet away was a figure that stood, I’m guessing at least 8 to 11' tall. It had very long and powerful looking arms and dark eyes. The hair on its body was long and matted.
I ran and hopped on my bike and took off all in one motion and I could feel something pulling at my coat, finally I got away from what ever was chasing me and was so scared that I never had time to finish what I started on the trail; I ended up finishing in my trousers.
The next day my buddy and I went back in the middle of the afternoon with a tape measure and a camera, we measured the spot were the "man" was standing and it was over 10' covered in short dark hair. We saw some of the tracks where it had been chasing me up the trail. The whole time that we were out there we both felt like we were being watched so we got the hell out of there again just as fast as our bikes would take us.
It has been over 15 years now and the only person that I have ever discussed this with was my friend that I was with that day.
Logged Tuesday, February 26, 2002 10:33 AM