1950s Georgia Family Witnesses Mysterious Bigfoot Encounters

Hey there, Squatchable fans! We've got an intriguing video to share with you today that was uploaded to the YouTube channel Bigfoot Encounters Narrated. In this video, a woman named Shannon Morgan shares a chilling encounter her father had with Bigfoot when he was a boy in the 1950s. Shannon's father, who passed away in 2009, grew up in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in northern Georgia. His family lived in a simple, two-story wood house with no insulation, relying on a wood stove for heat and gas lanterns for light. The property was mostly wooded, with a garden and a few animals like chickens, goats, and sometimes a hog or two. One night, Shannon's father noticed something strange was going on. The chickens would get stirred up at night, squawking and flapping, but when her father would come up with a lantern and a shotgun, there wouldn't be anything there. Sometimes a chicken would be missing, but there was no blood or feathers, like it had just disappeared. Over time, they started finding things moved around in the yard in the mornings, tools out of place, the water bucket tipped over, and other strange occurrences. One time, a coil of rope hanging on a nail outside the shed was found 30 feet away, coiled neatly beside the garden. Nobody fessed up to it, and it wasn't the kind of thing that any kids would bother doing. A few weeks later, they started hearing something walking around outside at night. Heavy steps, two-footed, that's what stuck with them. Sometimes it would walk around the back of the house and then circle to the front or just stop under the window and stand there for a long time. It never made any other noise other than the footsteps. One night, Shannon's oldest brother thought he saw something standing near the garden when the moon was full. He didn't have his glasses on, but he told everyone the next day that he saw something really big standing still with its arms down, watching the house. They went out the next morning and found footprints. They were 16 inches long and 6 inches wide and sunk into the soft dirt. After this, they started to find more of these prints, usually near the garden or the chicken coop. Sometimes they would be leading down to the creek at the edge of the property. The tracks were always in a straight line, not waddling from side to side like a bear or a man, just straight one in front of the other. It creeped them out how purposeful it looked. Around this time, they also started noticing the smell. It was like dead animal and skunk mixed with old wet clothes. It would come and go and usually, they would smell it before the chickens got stirred up. It would hit you hard, and then fade after a few minutes. Shannon's mom used to burn sage or pine needles in the stove after smelling it and said it was evil. One night, Shannon's dad was upstairs with his brothers, and they were trying to sleep. The windows were open because it was hot, and they all heard something heavy step onto the front porch. Their room was right above it, and the whole floor creaked a little with the weight. They said it stood there for a long time and then they heard the door knob jiggle. Shannon's grandpa must have heard it too because he came out with the shotgun just before sunrise and stood on the porch for a very long time looking at the woods. The final straw came about a month later. It was late summer, maybe early September, and Shannon's little sister came running into the house screaming. She had been playing by the creek alone, picking flowers or stones or something, and she said she saw a big hairy man crouched down on the other side of the water watching her. It didn't move or do anything, just watched. After this, Shannon's grandpa got serious. He put the boys on a schedule to guard the yard at night in pairs with lanterns and rifles. He rigged some noise makers out of cans and string around the coop and the garden. For about a week, nothing happened, and then one night, something hit the back of the house hard, like someone had taken a log and slammed it against the wall. Shannon's dad said that the whole house shook. They all ran outside, expecting to see someone or something, but there was nothing there, just the smell, and it was very strong that time. They stayed outside till dawn with guns but they never saw anything. That was the last time they had any real event. After that, it just kind of stopped. No more prints, no more sounds, no more smells. It just left. Shannon's dad always said it was Bigfoot, even though he didn't hear that word until the late 60s when the Patterson-Gimlin film came out. He said that is exactly what he remembered. He believed that they had always been out there hiding deep in the woods and coming close when they felt like it. He never claimed to see it face to face, but the way he talked about it, you could tell he knew it was real, and he probably had a sighting of his own at one point. Shannon said her dad always paid attention when he was out in the woods, and he never doubted him one bit. He always said it was Bigfoot, even though he didn't hear that word until the late 60s when the Patterson-Gimlin film came out. He said that is exactly what he remembered. He believed that they had always been out there hiding deep in the woods and coming close when they felt like it. He never claimed to see it face to face, but the way he talked about it, you could tell he knew it was real, and he probably had a sighting of his own at one point. In the late morning, just before 6:00 a.m, in the late spring of 1990, a woman was driving alone between the Bridge of the Gods and Stevenson Washington. She was on Highway 14 to pick up her son who was returning from an overnight school event. The weather was sunny and dry, and she was traveling about 50 mph. Approximately 75 ft ahead of her, she saw someone standing on the shoulder of the road in the opposite lane. On that side of the road is a lake, and this person appeared to be leaving the lake and attempting to cross the highway. This person was very tall, 7 feet or better, and appeared to be dressed completely in dark clothing. I don't know if what I saw was truly a Sasquatch, but I don't know any person who can cross a two-lane highway