Dear Dogman Sightings Blog,
My name is Rachel, and 'm going to tell you a story about something that happened to me a few years ago.
I was 19 years old, and still living with my parents. They have this pretty big house, and it's located pretty far back in the woods. The town itself is suburban, but we were in one of the more remote sections.
It was mid-July. I was on break from community college, and was working at a local grocery store. My parents were on a two week long cruise. They didn't invite me, since they knew I had work, plus they probably wanted time alone.
One of my duties while I house-sat was to take the trash cans out to the end of the street on Sunday night so that the truck could pick it up super early Monday morning. I woke up to use the bathroom around 2Am, and realized I had forgotten. I hated going outside this late at my parent's house. It was really creepy, but I didn't want to deal with an over flowing garbage for a whole week, so I decided to suck it up and go wheel the can out.
It was warm, so I didn't put on shoes or a coat. I went out in my pajamas, which consisted of black panties and a purple tank top with a skull on it. I went to the back yard, and froze in my tracks. I heard a rustling of a large animal retreating. The garbage can was tipped over. This was just great! I cursed the stupid animal, and bent over to pick up the spilled garbage.
I looked over in the woods, to where I heard the creature. What I saw was both beautiful and terrifying. The creature was about seven feet tall, and standing on two legs, like a human. The body was covered in shiny black fur. He was only 10 or so feet His knees were bent backwards, like a dogs. His face was hairless, and looked pale in the moonlight. The face was in that uncanny valley of almost human, but not quite. It was beautiful and wrong.
We looked at each other for what felt like longer than it probably was, and then he ran deeper into the woods, dropping to all fours as he did so.
I ran inside so quick after that. I ended up shaking under my covers, even though it was too hot, until morning. I took the trash out at 5:45, and made it just in time for the garbage truck, thank God.
I asked my co-worker if there were any Bigfoot sightings here in Michigan. She gave me weird look, so I laughed it off and lied about a drunk neighbor making stuff up.
A few nights later, I was getting dressed in my bedroom, when I caught glimpse of a beautifully wrong face staring at me through the crack in the blinds. I screamed, and face was gone.
The next day, I researched it online. I learned about something called the Dogman. He was sighted in the other side of the state, mostly, but also where I lived. The stories were different from mine though. All the others reported terrifying eyes and teeth. My beautifully wrong creature's eyes were curious and bright, not threatening or burning at all, his face more human than the crazed wolf creatures in the artist's renderings.
That night I had a bizarre dream. It was too hot to wear clothing, and nobody was home anyway, so I slept in a black thong and not shirt. I was tossing and turning, until I fell into a fitful sleep. I dreamed that I was in a clearing in the woods. Green mist was rolling in all around, and I was wearing a thin gauze dress. My nipples were as hard as rocks underneath, despite the air being warm.
