Report Received From: The GCBRO Online Report Submission Form.
 
Report Posted To GCBRO Web Site On:   February 28, 2005

DATE:    1994 - on
 

TIME:     Different Times and Different Dates
 

LOCATION:   Forsyth County, North Carolina
 

TERRAIN:    Wooded
 

OBSERVED:    It was a cool summer evening, I was probably about ten years old. I spent the entire day running around the neighborhood and playing in the woods with none other than my best friend Ben. We retired back to his house for the night, which
was small, and sat right at the edge of a small but dense thicket of forest. The house had been built on the sweat and toil of Ben's family, which was comprised of his grandpa, father, uncle, and brother. They must have liked windows, because their were large ones that spanned each wall, as well as glass doors. We wasted the evening playing Sega, and around 2 am, decided to call it a night and pass out. Ben slept in a tiny room with his father and brother on a large bunk bed, so there was no room for me. I was volunteered to sleep on the couch. This was much to my dismay, due to the openness of the room and all the windows. It always bothered me you couldn't see out at night, but someone could see in. The couch sat in the middle of the living room/kitchen combination, with its rear facing the back door to the woods. I fell asleep after awhile with my head under the blanket. I awoke suddenly, with the dreadful feeling that someone was
standing over me. I was terrified, but I slowly crept up to look over the back of the couch. That was when I saw the creature standing outside the door, on the porch. I could make out in the pale blue porch light that the thing had to be at least 9 feet tall, because it towered over the glass door and its frame. Only its body was visible to me, which was as big and round as a body builder, and covered with matted and tangled white hair. Its large hands, bigger than my head, were pressed against the glass, and it must have had some kind of claws, because I could hear them clicking against the door. I tried to choke it back, but I let loose a loud scream. The thing bounded off the porch and into the forest as Ben and his father burst from their room to see what the trouble was. I told them what had happened, and they could still see the cloud on the glass from its hot breath. The both looked at each other, and without saying a word, made me a cot on their bedroom floor. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling for the rest of the night, too scared to sleep.

I probably would have passed this off as a simple nightmare, but Ben told me an interesting tale later that day.

There was a small building behind Ben's house, made of wood with a tin roof. It was mostly used as a storage shed, but had been cleaned out earlier that summer, so that we could use it as a clubhouse. It had electricity running to it, to power the small overhead light. We furnished it with a couch, a small coffee table, a hammock, and stacks of magazines and comics to read. Ben would sometimes sleep out there in the hammock, when he spent all evening wandering the streets thinking, and didn't want to come in late and disturb his family. He would just take the lock off the door and move it to the inside. Late one night, he lay in the hammock reading a comic by flashlight, when he heard something rustling in the leaves behind the shed. The building was backed right up to the woods, and next to it was a trash pile. The sound was of heavy footsteps, dragging through the leaves of the woods, and then lumbering around the
building. Ben froze in fear as he listened to it, the footsteps now accompanied by a deep, rasping breathing, as whatever was outside rummaged through the garbage. He managed to get a grip on a small metal tee ball bat, and he clutched it to his chest in fear. Ben could see through the cracks of the loose planks that held the building together that the thing was taller than a man, and seemingly shaggy like a large dog. It approached the building's door, fumbling with it as if to open it, when men mustered up a great deal of courage and
yelled "Go the #&@# away!", rapping the door as hard as he could with the bat. The thing ran quickly off into the woods, and Ben took off into his house. The next morning, he found a tuft of white hair hanging from some splinters on the door of the shed.

We dubbed the thing "The Yeti" because it looked like the legends of Bigfoot, but was white like the creature of lore from the Himalayas. Fortunately, this would not be our last encounter with the beast.

About three years ago, Ben and I were visiting his old home, where his grandfather and uncle still lived. It had been years since we had stayed there, but the building was still out back, just the way we left it. We spent the day walking the old streets we grew up on, and that night, we shot basketball in his driveway as we chatted. It was late, probably around 10 or 11pm, and we were playing by the pale green light of the street lamp down the road. A large truck belonging to Ben's uncle was pulled to the end of the short driveway, so that we
wouldn't hit it as we played. The bed was full of trash bags, because the house was just outside city limits, and they had to haul away their own garbage. A large blue tarp covered the stinking mess. We got thirsty as we played, and decided to go in and get into his uncle's beer stash. On our way out, we noticed an odd sound. It was as if someone was in the bed of the truck, jumping up and down, and making the shocks squeak. We figured it was Ben's brother, Matt, trying to freak us out, so we were preparing to go around the corner and rough him up, when he came out of the house complaining about the sound and telling us to cut it out. We both looked at each other and then to the truck. Matt's yelling must have startled the thing, because we saw something larger than a man jump from the bed of the truck, and like a white blur, run off into the woods.
We could hear a strange roar/howl from the woods off and on for about 10 minutes. Matt got his pistol and shot blindly into the woods. Upon investigation of the truck, we found every bag torn open, and most of the food scraps gone. Most of the trash was pressed down, as if something of great weight had been standing on it.

We adventured into that forest many times during the day, trying to find this creature, but the only thing we ever found out there was an very old and abandoned church, that most have dated back to the settler times of the town. Its walls were spray painted with odd symbols, and the whole thing had a bad feeling about it, so we never went back. I recently became aware of some sightings in the 70s in that area of a large, white, Bigfoot like creatures in people's backyards. It makes me wonder if its the same thing, or if it is a family of these beasts in the woods of Rural Hall, but whatever it is, its out there.
 
 

Activities of Witness:   N/A
 

Description of Creature:  It was about 9 to 9 1/2 feet tall, probably weighing between 350-400lbs.  It was covered in white hair, and had claws on its large hands.  It walked upright like a person, but ran with a speed no man could achieve.

Other Notes:    N/A
 

Additional Notes and or Follow up Comments:  Upon contact the witness had no additional information to add to this report.

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