south side camera, the one pointing toward the forest. Craig looked at the lit monitor and saw a large dark shadow moving toward the trailer from the darkness of the forest. Craig could faintly see the outline of what appeared to be a very strong upright bipedal creature, tall as it was wide. Craig couldn’t be certain what he was looking at, but he could see a set of two small red eyes glowing in the darkness. Craig turned the TV off, careful not to emit any light from within the trailer to indicate to whatever it was out there that he was in the trailer. Craig was in a position where he couldn’t defend himself; being away from civilization didn’t help his matters much either. Craig knew in that moment that he may have to defend himself and his dog in any way that he could. He had a baseball bat in the clothing closet where he hung his jacket up. He could grab that and keep it close. His cell phone. Craig just remembered that he had his cell phone with him too. It was up toward the front of the trailer, in the glove compartment. Craig first grabbed the bat from the clothing closet, then made his way toward the front of the trailer. Craig cautiously looked out the windows of the front of the trailer. He could hear Max, still lying in bed and still growling as if an intruder was outside. Craig reached past the passenger seat and opened the glove box where he found his cell phone. Craig grabbed his phone and checked that his phone had exactly 73 percent battery power.
“Thank God,” whispered Craig to himself as he backtracked his way back into the middle of the trailer.
In that moment though, something had run into the side of the trailer from the side, nearly tipping it over. The trailer shook and loose notepads and pens fell from the dining table onto the floor. Pots and pans fell out of the cupboards by the kitchen area. The trailer shocks creaked under the pressure of the impact and was moving up and down. Craig nearly fell over from the trailer moving, bracing himself on the opposite side wall of where the impact from the outside hit the trailer. Craig didn’t know who he could call for help. No one knew that he was out here in the forest. He tried to remember how he had exactly got to where he was. He could call for the sheriff to come out and help. It was his only chance. Craig turned his phone on and began to dial when he heard a loud noise from outside the trailer. The noise sounded like humans talking, but Craig could tell they weren’t humans. It didn’t sound exactly like humans. The vocalization sounded deep, guttural, but worst of all, it sounded as if it was coming from all around the trailer. The sounds sounded like the creatures in his recording and what he had heard deep in the forest earlier in the evening. Craig turned around and looked at the security monitor that he had turned off. Grabbing his jacket from the closet, Craig put the jacket over the top of the monitor and ducked his head under the jacket. Craig turned the security monitor back on. The screen glowed brightly back to life. It took a moment for Craig’s eyes to adjust from the darkness to the light of the monitor again, but when they did, he regretted ever coming out to these woods. From the monitor Craig saw large humanoids standing around the trailer, looking at the outside of the trailer. All three of the cameras outside were powered on from motion. The creatures were walking around the outside of the trailer, and to Craig’s horror they appeared as if they were trying to see into the trailer through the windows. Craig knew if the creatures saw the light of the security monitor, they would know for sure he was in there, if they didn’t already. Craig reached under the jacket and powered off the monitor. Craig could hear weird animal sounds coming from outside the trailer. Grunts, squawking, chatter, all filled the early morning darkness. Craig slowly took his jacket and set it down on the floor. Craig laid down on the floor, stuck his head and hands with his phone under the jacket, and turned his phone on to get an exact location on the GPS he had on his phone. While his phone was loading the coordinates though, Craig looked up from under the jacket and toward the front of the trailer and out the windows. There he saw a set of red glowing eyes, watching him through the glass. In a moment he locked eyes with the red glow, and in a brief moment, the eyes backtracked and disappeared back into the darkness. Craig knew that the creatures knew he was in the trailer now. Craig watched as a large branch slammed into the glass of the front of his trailer. Craig got out from under the jacket and crawled backward toward the bed. Max, the dog, jumped off the bed and onto the floor, crawling under the bed to hide. Max had an intuition that whatever was outside the trailer was a predator that he wanted no part of. Craig knew now for sure that the creatures knew he was in the trailer. He grabbed the baseball bat lying on the ground by him and took his phone and dialed 911. The phone rang twice before being picked up by an emergency service operator.
“911, what is your emergency?” said the operator.
“Yes, hello,” whispered Craig. “I need help. I’m out camping in the woods, by the Elwha River, and I need help.”
“What is the nature of your emergency, sir?”
“I was sleeping in my trailer, and someone is trying to break into my trailer from the outside.”
“Is someone threatening you, sir?”
“Something is…outside my trailer.”
“Something, sir?”
The operator could distinctly hear loud growling coming through Craig’s receiver in his phone.
“Yes, something.”
“Sir, what was that noise in the background?”
“That is them. Look, please send the sheriff, send help. They’re outside my trailer, and my dog and I are in very serious danger.”
“Sir, you need to be more specific on what is going on here, I need to be able to tell the officers what they are to expect when they arrive at the scene.”
“It’s Sasquatch. A group of them.”
“Sir, have you had anything to drink this evening? Do you use recreational drugs? Take any medications?”
“No, this is real!”
“So your trailer is under attack by a group of Sasquatch?”
“Yes, can’t you hear them?”
“Are they the ones that are making the growling sounds in the background?”
“Yes.”
“Are you with anyone else, sir?”
“Just my dog, Max. He’s in the trailer with me, hiding under the bed.”
“Sir, can you hide under the bed too?”
“No, there isn’t enough room for me to get completely under the bed.”
“What is your address, sir?”
“Jesus, you’re never going to believe me. I’m going to fucking die out here.”
“Sir, what is your address?”
“Um, I don’t have a specific address. Look, I drove from Port Angeles to Elwha on Highway 101. Then I turned off onto Herrick Road, all the way to where the pavement ended. Near the end of the road, I found a small gravel dirt road, which led down toward the Elwha River. The road is really unkempt and filled with large bumps and holes in it.”
“Sir, can you be more specific than that? Are there roads with names?”
“I can’t be any more specific. I’m down at the end of that dirty road that leads toward the Elwha River, parked next to the river. I didn’t see a name to the road I took.”
Suddenly, Craig’s trailer was hit with such great force it rocked the trailer.
“Stop it! Leave me alone!” yelled Craig.
“Sir, what is going on?” asked the operator.
“They’re outside my trailer, ramming into the side of it and trying to tip it over.”
Again, the trailer was hit with such great force the trailer rocked back and forth on its wheels. Finally, the trailer tipped over onto its side with a loud crash. Craig fell against the side of his trailer, clutching his phone in one hand and his bat in the other. The sound of breaking glass rang out through the trailer.
“Sir, what was that loud bang? What is happening?”
“They