A Wyoming, Michigan boy encounters a mind-speaking Sasquatch as he is walking home. The juvenile Sasquatch, after some communication, warned the boy to leave and not return.
“My first experience with Sasquatch was when I was living in Wyoming, Michigan. I was eight years old. It was the last day of school and I decided to cut across the plowed fields to get home and save about 20 minutes. None of the other kids wanted to come with me so I headed off towards home. I'd always sing as I walk and not go into any depth, I learned how to mind speak at a very young age.
As I was walking, I saw an old red truck facing me sitting to my right out where the two fields met. The wheels were gone as were all the chrome, windows, and lights. The passenger door was closed and the driver's door open about halfway. I looked at it and saw no one and walked around the back of it, not looking at it as I passed. He must have been laying in the cab and heard my singing. I got about 20 feet past it and heard in mind speak, 'What are you doing here?' Like you would say if you locked up the dog and then found it sitting on your porch a few hours later. At that point in my life, all I knew was mind speaks with angels and so I thought you must be friendly and I turned around. I saw what I thought was a friend of my best friend's brothers. I didn't question why he could mind speak because I figured everyone could if they wanted to.
I started walking toward the truck. He leaned forward out of the driver's door window area as I walked. I asked, 'What's your name?' Then I heard something like the word 'Ken.' I walked within a few feet of him and he leaned out further. He was looking down just a bit and I was looking up. I would say he was at my 10 o'clock. We just stare at each other. His skin was like my mom's kid gloves. It was much thicker looking than mine. He did have freckles and red hair. His nose looked like my brother's which had been broken so many from so many fights that even after surgical repair, looked flattened and broad. He had finished lips and teeth like ours. His eyes were a golden brown and to me showed expression. I got the distinct impression that he was young, late teens.
As we stared at each other I started asking questions. Please remember, I was only eight years old. I first asked him in mind speak, 'How come your parents let you grow your hair so long?' He didn't answer but I could see a smile coming across his face. And then I asked, 'Why are you allowed to go to school with a beard?' Then, 'Where's your neck? I can't see a neck?' And with that, he broke into a smile. As I was going to ask another question, his attention was broken by something to his left. He looked back at me with a word expression and said, 'Go now!' with power in the words. I turned and started walking away.
I got to the hole in the hedge that separated the field from the street and a four-foot drop and turned around to wave goodbye. He had exited the truck and was standing on the other side of the cab. I was shocked that he was so tall. My dad and grandfather were six foot four inches, he was at least a foot or more taller. He was looking toward my right but I could not see what was going on from the protection of the hedge. He was flailing his arms and then he saw me standing there. He said, 'Go now. Don't come back!' and I said, 'You're mean' but I didn't move.
All of a sudden I heard someone screaming and realized it was me. He had sent what I would call a cloud of fear at me and my body reacted. I turned around. I jumped down the embankment through the hedge and ran down the street to my house.
When I got home I told my mom about what had happened and that he had red hair and I told her his name was 'Kenny.' She said she would find out who he belonged to. That meant his mom. So she could smack some sense into him.
Well two days later, my mom came home from the store and told me she stopped at both farms attached to the fields. Neither of them had a red-headed son. My mom claimed Chickasaw heritage. She followed native beliefs and told me that Kenny was a forest person living in the woods. I told her he was nice at first but then told me not to come back. She said if he had told me not to go back then respect his wishes and do not go back there. That was that. Until that point, I believed that he was just one of the boys that hung around with my friends' brothers and I have to add he smelled. I would have told him he needed a bath. I was shocked about forest people but I was pissed about not being able to go back to see him again.
As years passed I realized that he wasn't being mean, he was protecting me from whatever was coming from the woods. I got the impression that he was not where he was supposed to be either.
Shortly after that, we moved out of the state. This whole thing is like it happened yesterday. I can close my eyes and see him clearly and it happened in 1957. The fields are all houses now. I haven't heard of this happening to anyone else but I'm sure it has and I am including it so they know they aren't alone.”
Transcribed Source: "Flattened Nose Red Hair Slight Freckles And No Neck", An Up Close Detailed Experience”
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