This experience was reported to me from a lady who saw a strange creature when she was out with her dad. She lived in the Staffordshire area and saw what she described as a creature the resembled the creature from the movie American Werewolf in London.
American actor David Naughton on the set of An American Werewolf in London, written and directed by John Landis. (Photo by Universal Pictures/Sunset Boulevard/Corbis via Getty Images)
BBR Witness PD: “When I was about 5 and I saw something really scary and I had forgotten about this incident until I had something shadow me when I was out walking my dog. Something I couldn’t see was in the tree line following me through a local park. As I was hurrying away from the area the memory of being out with my dad and feeling the same kind of fear suddenly popped into my mind.
My dad would walk miles with me out in the fields and I would pester my dad to take me to a place called Devil’s hole and there a few times he said no but I was fascinated with it because the name is so strange. It’s like a huge rocky hole in the fields and there are lots of mine tunnels and natural tunnel systems here. I had run off a little way up the track and dad was behind me when I stopped and asked him ‘what’s that’? I could see an animal up ahead but I have no idea what it was. But I was sure my dad would. He said ‘come one we are going, that’s a wolf’. And it was a wolf but it was also standing on two legs. I didn’t think it was a wolf. I thought and have called it since, the devil’s dog.
American actor David Naughton on the set of An American Werewolf in London, written and directed by John Landis. (Photo by Universal Pictures/Sunset Boulevard/Corbis via Getty Images)
I called it that because for all it had a wolf’s head, fur and legs, it also had shoulders and a body like a man. We just got out of there and said nothing about it, but it really scared me. A few weeks later my dad got into trouble because I was out with mum and I saw an Irish Wolfhound and I was terrified and freaked out. I had to tell mum why I was so scared. Mum tried to explain it away as an oversized mangy fox. But my dad was insistent it was a wolf. To me it was the ‘Devils Dog. I called it that until I saw a film a few years later and I realised what it was we saw.
Do you remember the old pirate dvd’s that you could rent from the market? Well my friend had one and asked me to watch it. I saw the cover photo and that was enough for me. It looked exactly like the thing. I knew what I saw looked like a werewolf. That scared me so much I kinda shut down at that point. I just pushed it away for years until it was put into my head next to the brook. I don’t think people outside the UK realise how when we were growing up there was no mention of cryptids, dogmen, werewolves or Bigfoot. There was the odd American tv show. But nothing in the show we watched here. Some people in the UK still call it the abominable snowman because there is such a lack of information.
BBR Witness Tracy: “Hi Deb, I wanted to get in touch with you as I had a really strange experience when I was out walking my dog. I live in Ponteland in the North East of England and it’s a lovely area with lots of walks. I was out with the dog one night when all this happened. It was in the summer of 2023 and we were in the park. It was raining so I didn’t see any other people walking their dogs, or in the park at all.
We were not in the middle of nowhere or in a huge forest, in fact I was on a path with about two feet of hardly any cover to the side of me that got thicker as it met the treeline and I think I confronted a Dogman. I didn’t see it, but I heard it. And when I say heard it, I also felt it. There was a resonance to it. You could feel the sound it made as well as hear it. I consider myself empathic and I can struggle with other people’s energy at times and I think this is why I tuned into him. I’m the type of person that can go into a room and become overwhelmed by all of the energy. Or I can meet a person and know instantly whether I like them or not. I would also consider myself well grounded and not used to flights of fancy. I love the outdoors, nature and animals. And I am not the type of lass who scares easily.
My dog has recently passed away and that’s been very hard on me as you can imagine. He was 16 and still enjoying his walks and I had taken him out later in the evening as it was much cooler after the sun had gone down. The poor old chap had trouble seeing as he has cataracts and he is either selectively hard of hearing or his hearing was going due to his age. He was a little westie and his sense of smell was still amazing so walking with him in the dark was not a problem. He could hardly see or hear but we would go up to the little park and he would be sniffing as we did our usual route.
The River Pont runs close to the park and it’s a small setting on the edge of the green belt land. That night everything was normal but as we were walking I felt a feeling that made me want to be physically sick. It came on really quickly and it was overwhelming. Trying to rationalise it and the noise that it made I thought that maybe what I heard was a huge dog that was off its lead and was in the treeline so I just couldn’t see it. I actually thought ‘my! you’re a big bugger’ and ‘why would someone leave you out in the rain”? I was concerned for the dog. I would say concern was my first thought.
The first growl it gave out was low and drawn out, a rumbling growl that a big dog would make. I felt for the poor thing, no wonder it growled it was probably scared to death, out in the rain in the dark like that. My dog didn’t react. I felt that growl but my dog didn’t react. Then I was worried for my little dog. I was torn between helping this poor stray or keeping my dog safe. I know I can swear like a pirate and I swore a lot in my head at that moment. My main thought was ‘WTF!!’ Without thinking I stepped forward towards it in concern for my little fella.
Within two steps that growl came again but this time it was different, really different this had two tones to it. The only way I can describe it is I once heard Tibetan throat gargling, singing and that was close to the noise this ‘dog’ was making. I don’t know of any dogs that have two pitches within their growl. Then it growled like that again and when that happened I heard something in my head. It took a split second for me to get myself together.
This thing said ‘You don’t want to see me, now F off’ kinda thing. It didn’t speak out loud but I heard it. I turned immediately to the dog and said out loud ‘come on, I don’t think we are wanted here”. In my head I was explaining that we had got its message and we meant it no harm and that it better not upset my dog as we were walking off.
I went back a few days after this as it had rained so much it was too heavy, for me to go back. Myself and the dog were stuck at home for those days. I went through every possible explanation I could think of to explain this away. I wondered if I had hallucinated, or I had mistaken a situation and I was determined to not think about it when we finally headed out to the park. My dog was normal as usual, he didn’t seem scared or afraid at all. I kept telling myself I wasn’t going to go looking in that spot as we were walking. Remembering those growls made me feel sick in my throat but really curious at the same time.
But I did go back to that area and there was a lot of flattened grass like something had been laying there. Now I don’t know what we have in the UK that would be that big. Of course we would have to rule out a human doing this but I couldn’t see why they would? And if this creature was laying there why would it be in a setting like this just off a path where people walk their dogs every day? But when you look at the area it’s on a country lane, with lots of woodlands and fields. The River Pont runs through there. I remember thinking to myself ‘what if it was a huge animal like a Jersey cow. But when a cow lies down on the grass there is a particular shape that it leaves on the ground. This was very different, this looked like an oval shape and you could see what looked like an area a dog would have bedded down in. It looked exactly like your dog does when he circles the bed before laying down.
Even in the dark a creature this size should have been visible to me. I know it was dark and there were shrubs and bushes but I should have been able to see it. That has puzzled me ever since. Can these creatures be invisible even when you are really close to them? I didn’t feel like that creature was there for me, I think I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong times. Is it something to do with the land here? Is there something different about the energy here. I suppose I am wondering why he would be here?
Update 6/2/24 – I recieved a comment on the video upload of Tracy’s experience and a lady named Amanda added her information to the comment section: “I live just 2 miles from Tracey’s sighting. Last January, my hubbie and I were outside in the garden stargazing, and we heard this terrible, deep, bellowing scream. We still have no idea what animal made it”.
Witness Damon Driver: “Hi Deb Ilive in the biggest Hotspot for Dogmen sightings, in Western Kentucky right outside of The Land Between the Lakes recreational land. They are 100% real.
I’ve hunted, hiked, and camped at LBL for my entire 26 years and i’ve seen them twice. I’ve possibly heard them a handful of times.
Werewolves aren’t real, I don’t think. But Dogmen are. One of these beasts could have possibly killed an entire family in the area when they were staying in their camper in the 70s-80s. They found the mother and father inside the camper, mutilated and ripped to shreds. Their young 7 year old daughter was missing. They assumed it was a psychopath killer or something and the wee girl was kidnapped, until they found her torso a few days later, ripped to shreds, about 25 feet up in a tree.
It was blamed on bears but there are no bears out here, they don’t really do that anyways, a bear wouldn’t drag its prey up a tree. And mountain lions are very very rare here, but they don’t typically attack humans, and they definitely don’t bust through camper doors and drag prey over 2 1/2 miles. The authorities and the park rangers were, and still are, super weird and hush hush about it. They even tried to cover it up completely back in the 80s and 90s.
Also there was the case where 8 college kids in the 70s who were drinking and sitting by a fire, when they started hearing things. Then they started seeing large upright figures in the darkness. They all jumped in their van and gunned it out of there when they heard a ear piercing scratching noise on the side of their van. When they got back into civilization they looked at the rear passenger side of the van to see 3 large, somewhat deep scratches going along the side almost 2 feet in length”
I wanted to contact you Deborah as I have carried this with me for decades and whenever I have tried to share it I am never believed. It happened close to the Harvey Hadden stadium in Bilborough Nottingham. The area has changed a lot over the years as it’s all been built on now but at the time it was all open fields and a nice place to be.
Well it all happened about 24 years ago now, I live in Nottingham and I am a very open minded Person, back then I was going out with a girl and I always walked her home at night going the same way every time, we would walk through a path and then we always walked down a long cut through. We did the same walk every time and we never had any problems, until one night I had walked her home and I was returning to my home for the night. Im not the sort of person who scares easily, but this changed my perspective on things after it happened and I have never been able to forget it.
I was going through the cut through just minding my business then I heard a blood curdling growl I just froze. I was so scared, then I turned around and I couldn’t believe what I saw, this ‘thing’ I was looking at was about 7 ft tall, with a heavy build and black fur all over ‘Its’ body, now I am 6.8″ and I am scared of no man but this ‘thing’ scared the living hell out of me. I started to back up bit by bit and ‘It’ just stood there and looked at me, then ‘It’ started to come towards me and I ran like mad, I dont think I have ever ran that fast in my life before.
I knew ‘It’ was behind me all the way, I could hear ‘It’ breathing and running. How I managed to get home I will never know, but somehow I did. I came flying through the front door and I was as white as a ghost, my Dad asked me “what’s happened” and when I told him he said “it was the dark playing tricks on your eyes” After about week or so of him keep saying this I thought he was right so I left it at that.
I was so wrong though as year or so later I was walking over the place with my girlfriend’s Brother, it was a foggy night and we were just walking along and then just out of the blue he said “what’s that” I couldn’t see anything and said “what are you on about” He then pointed at this crouched ‘thing’ I literally could not believe my eyes, ‘It’ was moving through the fog swiftly, then ‘It’ stopped, and that’s when I heard that growl again and we both set of running, we ran like mad. I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw ‘It’ and I had convinced myself it was the darkness playing tricks, but not the second time, how do I explain this away? who can explain it to me as it feels like no way can.
I believe what I saw, ever since that night I’ve never walked that way again. And we have never talked about it to the lad I was with not even when I see him now. And I still think about those nights to this day Deborah, it still scares that much. I’m not nuts and I know no one will believe me but I saw a Werewolf and I will go under a lie detector test if you could arrange it to prove I’m not lying.
This ‘Creature’ that I saw was crouched over on all fours and ‘It’ was still huge, at least 5 ft high and if ‘It’ had stood up to its full height I think ‘It’ would be at least 7 ft tall. ‘It’ was very broad across the chest, the width wads bigger than mine and I have a 50 inch chest. ‘It’ was massive and all black in colour with longish arms, and ‘It’ was very dark and hair covered, but im sure it had a ‘dogs’ head. I do remember ‘Its’ eyes, I will never forget them or the colour as they were yellowish. To be honest I was so terrified I dont think I will ever forget that night.
Steve Hevican is a chap from the midlands who has always had strange experiences in his life even as a child. Steve had a number of experiences as a teen and throughout his adult life.
One night when Steve was walking along the canal in Hayes Heath with his girlfriend’s brother and the dog. They reached an overgrown section full of weeds, plants and blackberry bushes. The dog began to react in a strange way as if someone was hiding in that tangle of bushes. Steve tried to light up the bushes with his torch, but as he shined his light at the bush the torch would fail, but it would light when he pointed it away from that direction.
Both men set off and Steve felt the warning not to look back but he did. As he looked back he saw the weirdest thing, where the bushes were there was now a strange figure that emerged from the bushes. It looked for all the world like a Troglodyte or a Wildman creature that was just standing there watching us. It had a really strange glow to it, almost as if it was emitting “Its” own light source somehow. This creature glowed as it watched from the path.
Steve asked me if I felt that some of the creatures or beings people see can follow you home? A question many people will have asked themselves.
Steve also asked me if this kind of thing happens along bloodlines as some of his children began to experience similar things in their homes after he visited. And on a trip with his grand child the whole family group were confronted by a huge thud on the ground that shook the whole family. This was not the first time Steve has felt that thud on the ground.
Both of Steve’s daughters have had very strange experiences at their homes and his son has also felt shadowed in the woodlands too. Even the family dog began to act strange around the home. There have been ominous feelings around the home and there have been thuds on the roof. The events culminated quite recently when Steve was leaving the cemetery after a visit with a loved one and he saw two Beasts or Creatures he felt were almost Werewolf-like in appearance. The family members in the car did not see the creatures so were they meant for Stevie’s eyes only?
In 2017 Steve decided to visit an area close to where he lives on the edge of Cannock Chase and Hayes Heath. It was early spring below 20 and there was snow on the ground, so Steve decided this was a good day to look for prints in the snow. Whilst walking off the path and into the thicker vegetation Steve heard steps being taken around him. He felt watched and shadows on the entire visit . After a couple of visits with strange activity including bangs, thuds and whistles Steve decided to back off from that area as he felt things were taking a negative vibe. Listening to the many reports in the area of missing people, pets and livestocks it made Steve not want to go into the woodland alone.
The events unfolded over almost 4 years and they started on his very first visit to Cannock chase. At first it was footsteps by something unseen that followed him around. Then whistles and rock clacks. On each occasion Steve tried to find the reason for the things he was hearing. Was it a woodworker or a dog walker perhaps, but on all occasions he was there alone.
The events at his children’s homes have happened in the years since his regular visits, and we seem to have gone from some slight following attempts to showing themselves as a large canine creature as big as a horse. Is this being the one witnessed by many on Cannock Chase? Is it the same invisible being that followed him in the woods.
Dogman Witness Ontario: “When this happened I was heading back into town with my buddy Joe, after spending the weekend out on a frozen lake, ice-fishing and drinking beer. The fish were really biting, too. Joe’s SUV was stuffed to the gills with walleye and small-mouth bass. The northerly town of Kapuskasing was buried under a mountain of snow, the worst snowfall since the winter of ’97. I’ve lived my entire life in Northern Ontario, so I’ve seen my fair share of snow, but nothing like this. But you learn to expect the unexpected in Northern Ontario.
We were heading over a steep incline, enjoying a generous backdrop of pine trees painted in freshly fallen snow, when tragedy struck. We watched as two police helicopters landed on the small slice of highway, causing the trickles of traffic to grind to a halt. Not a good sign. This highway was the only road home. We later learned that a newlywed couple had collided with a transport truck, killing both the husband and wife.
We were forced to turn around and head back over the hill, where we found ourselves driving through a modest-sized hamlet consisting of one stop sign, a gas station/motel/restaurant, plus a smattering of war-time houses. Except, all you could see was the pointed rooftops. The houses were completely submerged in snow. It was an incredible site. Something you only see this far up north; and even then, this was rare. Joe didn’t want to stick around, waiting a good twelve hours for the road to clear, he had a wife and kids to get home to, so we pulled over, wondering what our next move should be. Joe had that look in his eye. The look he gets when he’s about to do something dangerous or stupid, or both. I know this look well. “Hand tight,” he said. “And hold on.”
We turned onto a crude version of a road, the kind designated for snowmobiles, with stop signs standing a mere three-feet tall. The road was extremely narrow; snowbanks as high as trees were towering over us like large, looming walls of white. If anything were to approach, we’d have nowhere to go. There wasn’t enough room to turn around. I was becoming increasingly uneasy. This is how people get hurt. Or worse. “Are you sure this is safe?” I asked, hating the sound of my voice.
Joe ignored me, or simply didn’t hear me. He was busy white-knuckling the minivan through the snow-tunneled trail, the glare of the setting sun blinding us the entire time. We drove for fifteen minutes, knifing our way along the icy road, which was bumpier than a wooden roller coaster. It was obvious that we shouldn’t be here. The impending darkness didn’t improve my mood one bit, either. I had a bad feeling about this. Joe stopped the van. “What’s up?” I asked, not trusting the look on his face.
Joe didn’t answer. I could see his mind at work, assessing the direness of our situation. “I’ve gotta turn this thing around somehow,” he finally said. I couldn’t see how this was possible, as we were sandwiched between two colossal snowbanks. Something flickered inside Joe’s dark eyes. “What’s that up ahead?” he asked, flashing on the high beams. “I think it’s a road.” It was.
We edged a bit further, stopping at this makeshift road. There were no signs or road markings to be seen. Nothing. In fact, this road looked worse than the one we were on. “Let see where it goes,” Joe said, cranking the wheel. As the minivan lumbered down the unmarked road, an ominous feeling swept over me. It was impossible to ignore. We were in trouble. There was no denying it. We were completely off the grid. Not even Google Maps could save us. There was only one way to go: straight. The road was leading us into the dark of the forest; and when you’re this far north, that’s never a good idea. Especially at night. That’s when the wolves come out.
It was looking to be a moonless night, which didn’t help us one bit. Joe’s hands were quivering as he clenched the wheel, keeping us from skidding into the towering snowbank. He kept assuring me we’d be alright, but I’ve heard that one before. Joe slammed on the breaks. “You see that?” He pointed. “Over there.” I squinted my eyes. “Look,” he said. “Fire.”
Deep into the forest I spotted a small, flickering flame, dancing blue and orange and yellow and wild. Probably a campfire. Just then, a strange and disturbing sound crackled through the night like a howling wolf. “You hear that?” he asked. The animal cried out again. It was the loneliest yowl I’d ever heard. “There it goes again.” It sounded like a wolf, except, it didn’t sound like any wolf I’d heard before, and I’ve heard plenty. Whatever it was, it was dangerously close. “Wolf,” I said nervously, but not believing it.
As soon as those words left my mouth, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared out of nowhere. Joe stopped the car and killed the lights. “Be still,” he said. I did just that. I sat motionless beside him in the car, but my hands were shaking. Those laser-red eyes were approaching at an impossible speed. “Reach back and grab the gun,” Joe whispered. I tried, but it was out of reach. They were on his side, closer to the back. Those glowing eyes flashed on and off, and for a moment everything was still. Then from out of nowhere the beast lunged onto the hood of the van. “AAAAHHHH!” we screamed in unison.
The thing was huge, unlike any animal I’d ever seen. It looked like an overgrown German Shepard, except it was standing on its hind legs, like a human. It was snarling at us, making ungodly noises, thrashing about. The creature was long and gangly, frothing at the mouth, clearly rabid. “Dogman.” Joe said, clearly astonished. “I don’t believe it.” Joe gunned it, looking to run the thing over and speed away, but the wheels were caught on ice. Without warning, the beast leapt off the hood and started scratching at my door; its claws like daggers, tearing the door from its hinges. It smashed through the windshield, shattering it into a million pieces.
With its dog-like face twisted in rage, the thing took a swipe at me. It’s long, toothy claws just inches from ripping my eyeballs from their sockets. The SUV shook, spilling the cooler of dead fish. The smell was atrocious. The Dogman disagreed. Before it could rip apart my throat with its curvy claws, the creature turned from me and trampled to the back of the van, where it devouring the fish in second’s flat. Its muzzle turned blood-red. Watching it lick the fish guts from its paws was sickening. This isn’t how I wanted to die.
The Dogman’s razor-sharp teeth were on full display. The insidious brute seemed hellbent on killing us both. We were, in fact, the main course. It took a tentative step toward us, licking its filthy face. I gave Joe a look that said ‘nice knowing you, pal,’ when out of nowhere came an ear-ringing blast, striking the creature in the shoulder. The thing screamed in protest. Then came another shot, hitting the beast square in the chest. Blood and gore spilled like wine across the interior of the SUV. “Someone’s shooting at it!” Joe proclaimed. Three more shots rang out. The creature snarled, wiped the fleshy cartilage from its bloodied face, then attacked.
BANG! The shot went wide, but it was enough to send the beast scurrying back into the woods. “Holy hell,” Joe said, in a shaky voice. Without a second thought, he pulled his seat back as far as it could go, then shimmied his way into the back of the van and grabbed the gun. “We’re gonna need this.” All of a sudden, it was freezing. With the vehicle off and the windshield busted in, it was an igloo inside the van. “It’s getting cold in here, eh?” I said, shaking uncontrollably, a large plume of steam escaped from my face as I spoke.
I was in shock. I had no idea what that thing was, but it damn near killed me. The scene inside of the minivan was that out of a horror movie. The smell was even worse. I tried opening the door but it wouldn’t budge. Joe tried his door with the same results. We were stuck. I’d slice myself to shreds before I got halfway through my windshield, Joe’s door had a bullet hole where the handle should be. We’d have to escape through the back. Blood and guts and fish bones and all. It was gruesome. But we did it.
Once outside, I scanned the area, searching for that dog-creature that almost killed me, but it had vanished. Joe’s shotgun was aimed at a spec of light approaching from straight ahead. A car. Withing minutes, we were greeted by a Volkswagen microbus. It stopped directly in front of us. The driver got out and ran toward us carrying a sniper rifle, wearing a belt of ammunition. He spoke fast and with purpose, checking his surrounding while doing so. “You saw it? You did, didn’t you? Excellent! Which way’d it go, by the way?”
This guy made Clint Eastwood look like a Boy Scout. I honestly thought he was going to kill us. He frowned as he surveyed the scene. Then he shrugged. “I suppose you’ll be needing my help.” He ran to the bus and opened up the hatch, exposing an array of military-style weapons to the likes I’d only seen in the movies. “Holy hell,” Joe said, clearly impressed. I remained quiet, unsure what to make of this heavily armed, red-headed stranger, who literally just appeared out of nowhere to save our lives. But there seemed to be no other choice. Whoever he was, he drove us back to his cottage, regaling us with the history of this Dogman creature. He told us some pretty tall tales.
His name was Patrick. Apparently, he’s a Dogman hunter. He says he’s never captured one, but claims to have seen four or five, wounding two of them. “Pesky bastards.” he says. “Hard to kill.” He’d been hunting the one that attacked us for weeks. Apparently, it’s been mutilating deer and coyotes, as well as regular cats and dogs all winter long, leaving their salvaged remains scattered along the sides of the road and in people’s backyards. The locals were starting to panic. Joe and I texted home, then we stayed up all night talking about Dogman. I was having a hard time coming to grips with all this, seeing as how I almost died at the hands of one of them. Joe on the other hand, was enthralled.
The next day we drove back to the SUV to inspect the damage. When we arrived, the van was completely dismantled and destroyed. It lay in ruins. Everything inside it had been ravaged and plundered. “This isn’t right,” Patrick said. “There must be an explanation.” We scanned the surrounding area for over an hour and came up empty handed. A fresh blanket of snow had falling over night, making track finding next to impossible. The disappointment on Patrick’s face was palpable. Reluctantly, we hopped into his microbus and he drove us home with our tails between our legs, where we arrived a day late and short one SUV.
We stayed in touch with Patrick going forward. Joe, coming from a long lineage of seasoned hunters, was intrigued by this Dogman creature. Naturally, I was skeptical. I’m fairly certain that beast meant to eat me. The last thing I wanted to do was volunteer to go searching for it. Yet, unbeknownst to me, this was the making of a team of hunters: Dogman Hunters. Still, amidst all the excitement, a feeling of trepidation had stolen over me. There was lesson to be learned from all of this, a lesson lost on my gun-toting counterparts: Some roads are best untraveled. Especially in Northern Ontario, where anything can happen, and usually does.”
Several people have shared their stories of encountering the creatures – armed with razor sharp claws and teeth – including park rangers and high court judges in the US and Canada.
One mab from Ohio shared a terrifying experience was a Dog man creature when he was visiting a lake. He said: “After what I have seen people need to be made aware of these creatures and should take what I’m saying seriously because they are as real as it gets and they are dangerous. I have always loved nature, I love the woods, I love hiking, camping and fishing but things are different now. On this occasion I was by a lake and everything was ok for 15 minutes when all of the sudden this overwhelming feeling of dread came over me. So I switched my headlamp on to turn around to start back up the river bank and right behind a big sycamore tree, I saw what looked to be a very large animal kind of kneeling beside it.
As I locked my eyes on it, I completely froze. I knew I was definitely seeing something there, but my mind couldn’t process it. What I was looking at didn’t make any f***ing sense. I kept saying to myself “animals aren’t supposed to look like that.“Right as I’m thinking this, it’s as if this thing read my mind, it stood up and made itself perfectly visible. You know, the monsters your parents told you weren’t real and couldn’t hurt you? Well this is what that was”.
Dont get me wrong Ive heard of the “Dogman” before but I never really took it seriously until I saw it. These things are perfectly adapted killing machines.”The way the arms and legs looked, it looked like it was perfectly adapted to walk on all fours as well as on two legs This experience has torn a huge hole in me.”
Another man shared his experience seeing a similar creature in Georgia when he was rafting with friends and he had to answer a call of nature. When he stopped in a clearing he saw what he described as “a genetically mixed entity of man, wolf and primate” that suddenly stepped out.
He added: “I spent 21 years in the Army, all over the world and in three different theatres of war and I have barely slept at all since seeing this thing, an enormous canine type creature. I can still taste the fear in my throat and my own vomit. I am six foot tall and about 250 solid pounds and this thing dwarfed me. At least 7 foot 6 and maybe 350-400 pounds. As a former college and semi pro football player and powerlifter, I know about big people and about strength and musculature and this was no normal creature that evolved somehow in that environment. I can promise you this is not something anyone would want to encounter twice.”
Another witness, a deputy sheriff said: “There ain’t many things in the world that scare me, put simply I’ve seen some s**t in my days, but nothing prepared me for that night. I recall there was a search for a young man sucked into a storm drain and I parked my cruiser at what I believe was the electric company storage yard. About five minutes passed before I heard a snorting almost sniffing sound coming from the other side of the tracks. I turned my light and to this day wish I hadn’t”.
“It had pointed ears and a long muzzle and it looked me right in the face before it bolted Into the timber. It was not a mask and it was NOT, a person in a costume. Who would walk up on an armed man with a police radio in full uniform and risk getting shot? I remember it was surreal, so final I guess.
Witness Report: “This experience happened back in the early 1990’s, possibly 1992. My brother Chris, now in his late forties had left school and he had just started working. It was roughly 10pm at night and he was sitting in the front passenger seat of his friend’s Citroen bx car. It was dark as it was Autumn. Sitting in the back were two girls who were talking amongst themselves. The car was parked with it’s back end facing the tennis courts of the park and the front end was facing the car park. For context behind the tennis courts there was the playground. A path led past the tennis court from the playground to where they were parked up. The train line hugs the park as it is the mainline GNER from Kings Cross to Leeds. The track is high up a steep embankment covered in bushes and trees.
His friend was a lad that was a couple of years younger than Chris. Suddenly Chris heard screaming from the back of the car. One of the girls was screaming “No, no, no. Go away, go away.” He looked through the rear view mirror and could see something leaning on the back window. It was fully leaned across the back window looking into the car at them. Its arms were extended with palms, arms, face and body flat resting across the window. He could see it in the wing mirror on his side of the car and it was standing on the ground leaning across the window. It had animal hair all over its body and head. He said it definitely was not a man dressed in an animal suit. He didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t a human. Its hair was matted. He could not say what it was. He doesn’t know. He could not see any eyes or other features. It had ears like a dog. It was black in colour.
At that point the girls screamed “Drive Drive” and his friend drove accelerating out of the park. It did not follow them and they didn’t see it again. The girls were really upset about what had happened. He didnt see them for about a month after that. But when he did they refused to talk about it, they were so scared. He also never discussed it with his friend who was the driver of the car and then they fell out. He always felt uncomfortable when going anywhere near or in the park. He had a constant feeling of being watched and feeling very uncomfortable even all these years later.
Snow hill Beck runs from the North east side of Wakefield under the embankment and resurfaces through a man-made culvert at the edge of the park. The tunnel runs all the way under the embankment and railway track but you couldn’t get through the other side because there were bars blocking it. Today the tunnel entrance in the park is blocked by bars as well but at the time it was open and accessible. My brother remembers going through the tunnel with friends and there were holes in the walls at intervals where candles could be placed. He is 6ft 3 and had to crouch down and shuffle.
At the time of the incident the playground was next to the embankment and this tunnel. The tunnel was known as the ‘devil’s archway’. When we used to hang out in the playground we found the tunnel very unnerving. The playground is no longer there, a new one having been built by the entrance to the park. The Beck flows out of the tunnel across the bottom end of Wrenthorpe park. On the other side of the beck are thick trees and further along, the beginning of the nature reserve that stretches from Wrenthorpe all the way over to Alverthorpe.
The Nature reserve is called Alverthorpe Meadows. At the time of this sighting there were far less houses and so a long wide corridor of waste/wild land that ran all the way from central wakefield to Wrenthorpe and Alverthorpe. Balne Beck flows into Wakefield City centre where it merges with Alverthorpe Beck where it finally flows into the River Calder. The Becks originate somewhere between Leeds and Wakefield in the corridor of open land through which the M1 runs. Ardsley Reservoir is in this area surrounded by Spring Wood Dogloitch Wood and Dum Wood all ancient woodlands.
One well known haunted military base in the UK is RAF Alconbury which has a reputation for its ghost activity as well as reports of UFOs above the base. In 1978, a flight engineer had some strange experiences with lights flicking off and on. Searchlights at the base would go out without any explanation or signs of a fault. Ghostly figures in World War Two uniforms have also been reported, especially near a building that had been used as a mortuary.
1974/75 – One evening a radio call came in reporting an intruder inside the perimeter fence.
It soon became clear it was no Russian spy. It moved with “unnatural speed” and was seen to vault a seven-foot security fence with just one giant leap. American sentries were forced to open fire but whatever it was disappeared in nearby woods. A serviceman drove to where the shots had been fired and saw a figure in the fog. He said he was confronted by a “shaggy haired creature which stood on two legs. The serviceman said later that ‘the thing’ screamed at him before racing off at high speed.
You don’t have to dig far to find other reports of an upright hairy two legged creature known as the ‘hard stand monster’ or the ‘standing wolf’
The Hard Stand Monster or the Standing Wolf at Raf Alconbury – This account was kindly passed to me by Chris L. Huff writer and researcher of all things strange who came across the story when researching accounts for his work into the paranormal accounts across the UK.
Witness Statement: “ I almost fell out of my chair when I read your intriguing story and the account of the “hard stand” monster at RAF Alconbury. Just tonight, my father shared with me his stories about this base. I think you’ll find my father’s experiences at this air force base in the early 1970s very interesting.
He was the NCOIC of a group of 3 men and their dogs, they were charged with guarding bunkers within a large, fenced off area. I believe that nuclear warheads were stored beneath many of these bunkers. One foggy night my father got a radio call that there was an intruder within the perimeter and that shots were fired. He tore out in his truck and sped towards the location of the shooting. Seeing a figure in the fog, he pulled over thinking it was one of his guards. He rolled down his window and was screamed at full in the face by what can only be described as a man-like, bipedal creature.
My father nearly soiled himself in fear. In an instant the thing ran off at incredible speed and my father drove after it. Within moments it had sped past another of the guards, who also fired upon it; he missed due to the fact that he was practically dragged backwards by his guard dogs who were yelping and straining to flee in the opposite direction. The third guard and his dogs were running towards the scene when they turned the corner of a bunker only to be intercepted by the creature running at full speed. As his dogs wailed, the thing hit the taut leashes and pulled them away from his grasp, lacerating a good deal of skin from the unfortunate man’s forearm in the process.
My father and these men witnessed this creature make fantastic, running bounds across the grounds before leaping over two tall, well-spaced barbed wire fences in a single bound. It disappeared into the surrounding woods.
My father’s description of the creature is a little vague, but in his defence he only saw it briefly and, as he puts it, the whole situation was fast, confusing and difficult to process. The creature was hairy, approximately 5’9” in height, and had intelligent, human-like eyes, a flat nose, and large ears. The teeth were large but not fanged. The lower face was rounded in a way that suggested the look of a walrus. The face was narrow around the eyes, but the head flared out again at the top. It had very muscular, frog-like thighs. He believes (but is uncertain) that it had reverse articulated legs like a horse.
Interestingly enough, my father also shared with me what I think is the same tale of the Phantom jet that you described Chris. Like you, he got the story secondhand, the mechanic involved lost his sanity after witnessing the “hard stand monster”, and was eventually kicked out of the service. Having seen this creature with his own eyes, he fully believed the account.”
RAF Alconbury itself has many reports of an upright hairy humanoid creature, described as either a werewolf, a standing wolf, or a human ape. It is known to run off when spotted into the North Woods known locally as Monks Wood. I have reported on these accounts but thanks to Chris I was able to find other reports from serving American soldiers who returned to the USA and reported their encounters with the hairy hominid at the base, and I also found reports made by British men who have served at the base who report the same creature.
A mechanic who was: “carrying out some routine work to an F-5 Aircraft, parked on the runway went missing whilst doing a job that should have been completed in an hour. When he failed to make the telephone call, requesting a lift back from the Hangar, a search went out to find him. They found him sitting in the aircraft, as white as a sheet, with the canopy closed. Although they asked him, many times, what it was that he had seen, he declined to share that information, saying that it had frightened him so much that he refused to go anywhere near that location again. We discovered, from another source, that the man had seen a terrifying hairy humanoid, which had walked past the aircraft.”
“Dennis Prisbrey, who was stationed at the base between 1973/5, told of his colleagues who saw a “creature” near the north side of the airfield. One sighting of it scared one man so much that he jumped into the cockpit of an aircraft and refused to get out. The creature was also seen climbing over the security fence, and entering the North Woods. Wesley Uptergrove who also saw the humanoid creature said he tried to pursue it in a truck. He described it as 5ft 9″ tall, with human-like eyes, a flat nose, and large ears.”
Sergeants Lee and Jackson had a terrifying experience one night, while on patrol with their two dogs, they saw some movement near the towers and called the Main Gate to check if any workmen were still on-site. As they approached the tower, they came face-to-face with a hairy figure. The dogs stopped in their tracks, absolutely terrified, frantically trying to get away. The truck arrived just in time to see the creature, whatever it was, climbing over the security fence, where it was last seen entering the North Woods.”
One chap reported in a paranormal blog: “I encountered a werewolf (for lack of better description) in England in 1970, I was 20 years old when I was stationed at RAF Alconbury. I was in a secure weapons storage area when I encountered it. It seemed shocked and surprised to have been caught off guard and I froze in total fright. I was armed with a .38 and never once considered using it. There was no aggression on its part. I could not comprehend what I was seeing. It is not human. It has a flat snout and large eyes. Its height is approx 5 ft and weight approx 200 lbs. It is very muscular and thin. It wore no clothing and was only moderately hairy. It ran away on its hind legs and scurried over a chain link fence and ran deep into the dense wooded area adjacent to the north end of the base. I was extremely frightened but the fear developed into a total commitment of trying to contact it again. I was obsessed with it. I was able to see it again a few weeks later at a distance in the wooded area. I watched it for about 30 seconds slowly moving through the woods”
Another gentleman said “In 1978 I was stationed with the US Air Force in West Germany and was sent to RAF Alconbury in England for a 30 day TDY (temporary duty.) When I mentioned to a co-worker I was going to RAF Alconbury, he told me that he had been there in 1972 when one of the aircraft mechanics in his squadron had been found late one night in the back seat of an RF-4C Phantom jet, supposedly after he had died of “fright.” The story was that a subsequent investigation revealed unexplained scratches on the glass of the canopy of the jet, and this started a rumour circulating that the unfortunate crew chief had been the victim of what came to be known as the infamous “hard stand monster.”
I can only imagine how hard it must have been for these witnesses. How do you explain to your superior officer what you saw that day. There is no getting around the fact that these people did speak out and make a report. It made no difference. As far as we are aware no follow up investigation was done. There may be mentions of these kinds of reports in archives somewhere but I doubt we will ever see them. I would love to know just how many serving personnel make reports like this. M.O.D land stands untouched and alone for long periods of time. It is usually out in the wilds where exercises don’t have too much of an effect on locals living in the area.
Witness Report: S- “Back in 2006 my Dad was sadly diagnosed with terminal bowel cancer. I think this was also the year I began seeing the Dogman. I am not sure if this is when I first noticed him? Or what he was at first.
After high school, my normal routine was to get changed and have a quick cuppa, do some homework while dinner was being made and take our dogs out for a quick walk. There was a field directly opposite our house with a railway line at the far end of it, which had a banking travelling the length of the field and beyond. It had steel palisade fencing which was quite tall as the banking was rather steep and it was covered with some shrubbery and small trees. The field was mostly disused back then, the grass would grow to about hip high and was rarely cut. I only ever remember it being cut in recent years.
Shrubbery and trees surrounded the boggy patch and the pond at the bottom near the fencing. This field was ideal for us to walk the dogs, we would still stay close to the fences though as we didnt want to ruin a crop just in case. We had a Labrador and a lab cross. Both medium to large dogs and rather friendly without being scared of anything. They’d bark for the doorbell but only play growl with each other unless there was aggression shown to one of their humans.
In the evening after people and animals had been fed, the dogs would go on another walk at 7-8pm and then a last walk, usually about 10-11pm. We all took turns taking the dogs out, but due to Dad’s illness sometimes he just couldn’t and I took on most of the responsibility. One evening, it was still light out and I believe it was September time, probably about 7 or 8pm.
The sun was setting and the yellow orangey red hues on the sky were so beautiful. I walked across the field with them and then the dogs began growling towards the bottom of the field. I wasn’t sure what they were growling at, until I saw a tall, dark figure. The figure was standing quite far down the field so I couldn’t see any features, however I did note that they were much taller than me. I recall how high the grass was and thinking “how can the dogs even see that guy? ” I thought this figure was an older teen, perhaps in a black hoodie. Suddenly the figure dashed into the trees and shrubs surrounding the bog. I felt a little uneasy as the dogs were barking now so I took them back to the house and thought little of it.
Later on in the year, I would need to take a little pocket torch with me at night to see where I was going and to see where the poop was to pick it up, and to untangle leads etc. Often I would be walking the dogs in the pitch dark and they would growl. I’d shine my torch and see nothing. After the ‘That’s not a cat incident’, I would see more.
So one night we were walking along the boundaries of the field on the railway side, as usual with my little pocket torch, and the dogs growled up at the banking. Now there were a lot of overgrown plants along the fence line, some nearly as tall as myself turned into decaying brittle stalks. I shone the light up the banking thinking there must be something up there. I caught some amber red eye shine in the torch light. “OK I thought, it must just be a cat or something on the banking”. My brain had registered that the eyes were forward facing and large, so I was mentally going through the list of indigenous predators which were the likely suspects. I settled on a big house cat as it hadn’t moved away immediately like a fox or a badger might. I had a Maine coone kitty so I was comparing the eye size to his when the owner of the eyes moved from left to right. The eyes never left me as it moved, whatever it was it continued to look right at me as I continued to shine my little torch directly into its eyes. Looking back it was no wonder it moved away, but I was utterly transfixed. I shook out of that pretty quickly once I realised that the fencing hadn’t broken up my vision of the eyes at all. It should have if it was behind the fencing. Whatever it was, it was on the same level ground that I was on and was tall. Far taller than my 5’5″. That’s when I turned tail and we all got back into the house.
I was shaken and I may have been mildly hysterical as I explained what happened in the field. My parents were pretty calm about it. They did say I could take the dogs into the back garden at night time from then on or mum would come with me into the field. So that’s what we did, when it was dark, we went out with the dogs to the back garden or went into the field together. Sometimes we would see eyeshine and if the dogs growled we would head back in. We gradually used the back garden more until we only used the field in the daytime. For a short time nothing untoward happened. Just long enough for my guard to get let down? I’m just not sure about that, but that was the feeling I had.
For context: standing facing the bottom of our garden there was a shed on the left with a small veg patch directly behind it. There is a larger patch of gravel and a dogwood tree and a large dark leafed shrub of some kind. We have a larger vegetable patch behind that and then some grass with more trees and a lilac shrub/tree, a long, plain grass lawn on the right, a small path between the lawn and vegetable patches. One night I didn’t make it very far up the path before the dogs ran back to me and cowered at my legs. I was a little put out that these big dogs were cowering behind my knees. As I got closer to the dogwood tree, they seemed to melt further away. The moon was full that night so I hadn’t bothered bringing a torch. I thought I could see a shape hiding in the tree which wasn’t very mature then, it only stood about 9′ at the most and retained a lot of its bushy twigs. I spoke aloud “who’s there? I can see you”. Then some gravel crunched and a twig snapped, the figure seeming to move behind the small tree. “I can hear you”. I should mention I was a stroppy brat of a teen and was beginning to feel ticked off that some weirdo was in my garden. A gentle breeze in the otherwise still and silent night brought with it the scent of wet dog fur. Unmistakable for any dog owner. “I can smell you” I announced softly, and just then the figure bounded away from the tree, away from me and towards the fence.
They leapt the 4′ fence so gracefully they may as well have stepped over it. This is when I got a really good look at what was hiding in our garden. Standing at about 7′ tall at least, It looked to be covered in dark fur but had a man’s torso and human-like arms just longer. It had some scary looking weaponized hands and Its mouth was slightly ajar as it loped and I saw teeth. Lots of teeth. Lots of long, sharp looking teeth in the moonlight. I noticed its legs looked wrong; they were backwards like a canine’s hind leg. I must have only been 6′ away if not closer before it had bounded away. This thing went wide along the fence line in our neighbours garden (I found out the next morning he had bought a lot of timber and it was placed there), It then hopped the fence back into our garden as it disappeared into the mass of shadows surrounding the lilac bush/tree.
I know this next part was dumb. Hindsight is 20/20 and I 100% do not recommend what I did next. I don’t know if it was teenage hormones or a fight or flight instinct but all I knew was that my life was falling apart as it was, and I was filled with self protective instincts in a surge of adrenaline. I stalked up to the lavender bush and growled like some dog imitating demon possessed child and said “if you ever hurt my dogs I will kill you” I then growled again for good measure and stalked back along the path giving this thing my back. Stupid, stupid and sloppy.
By the time I got to the living room I was shaking and panting. The dogs had their tails firmly curled between their legs and I was in full blown hysterics. I explained to my parents what I had just seen, what I could only describe as a Werewolf. I noticed their exchange of looks and they immediately began to placate me. “My Mum said “We know, we’ve been seeing it for a while but it won’t hurt you. Just don’t communicate with it and pretend it doesn’t exist” Well hadn’t that ship bloody sailed? My Mum also admitted that she had thought it was something up in a tree when she had been taking the dogs out in the back garden and caught eyeshine up high. I thought she had meant how tall it was, but after hearing some other peoples experiences perhaps it really was sitting up in a tree.
My Dad subtly interrogated me, and made remarks about its snout, “was it long like this, like a greyhound but wider?” He had drawn on the margins of the Mirror newspaper to show me what he meant. My Dad was the biggest sceptic you could meet, but he moved an old coal bunker to where I had seen it jump over the wall. I remember asking what he was doing and he muttered something about ‘It is not getting over that’. Anyway. I began ignoring it mostly and it became a lurker on the edges, something we didn’t know what it was but something that didn’t seem to want to hurt us.
My Dad passed away in 2008. Life moved on. I moved out at 20 and moved in with my current partner in 2012. We adopted a dog that October. A big mastiff cross which weighed more than I did at the time. One night I was walking it alone up a country lane for its last walk of many and it began growling at some trees. I was a little spooked as I was suddenly aware I was on a dark lane with a dog with behaviour problems. I thought it was just a huge shrub and that maybe a cat or even a badger was in it, and the dog was picking up on that. I realised that there was a drop behind the fencing and that the shrub was just the top of a small tree which sat behind tall shrubs on our side of the fence. I was looking down at the dog’s head as I tugged on his lead when I saw a furry thigh emerge from the twiggy foliage and it moved towards us. I did not look up, I swivelled my hips and dragged the now snarling dog up the road. We had many problems with that dog and despite having experts come to assess him and give us training plans, we had to give him back that December. He was a truly dangerous dog who would flip from best-est boy ever to scary human and dog aggressive behaviour. I was not the first person he attacked while under our care and it was not the first time, we did our best and it tore us apart having to give up on him after such a short time. I’m digressing, sorry.
Fast forward a few years, we had another dog. He really was the Best-est. Walking him, I would have some deja-vu. My dog would give a growl towards hedges or seemingly empty fields and we would hear twigs crunching behind a hedgerow next to us as we walked on the road or I’d see eyeshine about 6′ off the ground. I had a feeling my old pal had found me and was joining in on our walkies. Unsettling as it was, I realised he had ample opportunity to kill me and he hadn’t bothered. So I began to sing to him when I walked up there without a dog. The singing helped relax me when Adrenalin would flood into my system when a twig crunched a little too close which would bring on an overwhelming feeling of fear. I sang louder.
This is how things went on for a long time. My bf didn’t really believe it but he would hear twigs crunching and would eventually come to the conclusion that myself and my Mum hadn’t been having mass hallucinations, because that would mean he had them also.
That year was awful. I received some messages from a deranged neighbour basically regarding how he would take me off the street , and where my trousers would be when he finished with me. I don’t particularly wish to write it out, it is something I have put behind me.
I was nervous from then on walking up there past his house alone but I had livestock to tend to so needs must. One night I was halfway there when I saw a torch light bobbing up and down in the lane I was walking on. It filled me with complete fear, I was trembling and I called out for Wolfie. (I’m either very unimaginative or go way overboard when able to give names) I don’t know why I called out for him, but I did, I did it instinctively. I got to the gate and waited. I didn’t want to be trapped in a stable with him. I wanted the opportunity of space to get away.
At that moment I could see my partner and I was so relieved but he looked a little squirrely. We hugged, I went inside the field and did what I had to do. When I came out again, my bf was pale. “Something just breathed down my neck and I swear something shadowed me the whole way up here” he had been putting the twigs cracking on all of our walk as simply sheep in fields, nothing untoward, nothing scary. He didn’t feel like that anymore. I’d asked my bf to come up with me due to having to walk past that mans house but he’d hummed and hawed then felt guilty after I left on my own.
Having something breathe down his neck he was now beginning to put two and two together and finally believed I wasnt delusional. Since then we have noticed a trend over our nearly 9 years together: Whenever I’m incredibly scared or upset he shows up soon. After an accident I had in 2015, my partner has heard something softly growling and pacing around below our bedroom window as I lay in bed. I was bruised, beaten and not with it due to the knock on the noggin. And a neighbour said they saw a giant dog running towards our back garden when I returned from a hospital stay last October.
When my Mum passed away last spring, I would sit in the back garden at night and cry by myself so I wouldn’t bother my partner. He saw me cry enough during the day; I wanted to give him some space. I knew Wolfie was there, I heard him rustling the leaves on the hedge or I’d see his shape behind the hedge or behind the shed watching me. I don’t think he would hurt me and he seems to understand that I find him physically terrifying to look at, I may have told him that he was a scary looking motherfucker one night and he seems content to just follow us but he lets us know he’s there most times and keeps out of sight. I haven’t seen him like when he was in Mum and Dad’s back garden. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough and he will feel comfortable enough to show himself fully. I’m sorry this was so long. I’m sure I’m missing parts out, there is just so much to fit in.
I’ve seen a lot of odd things before. UFO’s, paranormal events but nothing I couldn’t explain away with enough incentive. Although one UFO sighting I do remember is when Mum & Dad and I were watching the sky. We saw either the quickest helicopter known to man with the worst pilot or a lost alien with a broken compass lol. I can explain away most things but I can’t explain away Wolfie though.Update: 17/3/21 – 12.48am: “I just let the dogs out the back garden about 20 minutes ago and I walked away to feed the cats and by the time I’d poured food into their bowl our 8yr old collie was at my feet. He was looking scared and he didn’t want to go back out. So I went to check on our nearly 2yr old Retriever and he was standing upright as tall as he could get, standing against our fence and sniffing at the neighbours hedge. The hedge is probably about 7ft-8ft tall. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing, but I couldn’t see as our outdoor light isn’t very powerful. I shone my phone torch towards the hedge and he immediately started barking at the hedge. He calmed down and came away but my 8yr old dog was hunkered in the kitchen staring at me with wide eyes. He’s currently hunkered down at my side of the bed and acting like someones given him a telling off. Could be nothing but with my older dog’s behaviour I’m thinking it might be an early visit from my old friend.
Deborah Hatswell - BBR Investigations 