The email has no name, but here's what no name writes.

This happened in Brass town, North Carolina in 1986.

I was 15 and staying at my grandparents' place.

They lived in the sticks and they had no neighbors close by.

The woods circled my grandparents' trailer about eight miles in every direction.

As an adult looking back in hindsight, I can say it was really beautiful.

And being that far back in the woods, we, being non-hair humans, were not in our element.

We were only guest actors in Mother Nature's stage.

I always played in the woods.

My grandfather taught me how to carry and use a gun when I was ten years old.

He never let me leave the house without protection.

I've always wondered if my grandpa knew about these beings that dwell in the woods,

and if that was the real reason he taught me how to use and carry a gun at such an early age.

I once wrote a comment in response to a YouTube video that really got me angry.

I edited it at the time, and I wrote it because I wasn't nice.

It was making fun of the notion of Bigfoot and the people with the courage to report

their encounters, and that's why people won't step forward about what they have seen

and what it did to them mentally.

It's not a joke when you're staring down a monster and you're the poor bastard who's

just stumbled into the domain of a predator.

When suddenly everything becomes primal and your gut reaction is to either fight or

flight.

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