A Canadian motorcyclist was riding near French River Provincial Park. He had run out of fuel, stopped, and called for help. He then encountered an upright canine after hearing crying sounds.
I received the following account:
"First, here is some backstory. For the biggest part of my life, I lived in Greece and I recently moved to Canada. In Greece we don't have tales of skinwalkers or any other sinister being so if I say something incorrect, it's probably because I lack information and knowledge.
I started riding my motorcycle to Ontario at around 10 pm (a 7-hour trip from where I lived). Roughly halfway through the trip (I guess at around 1 am), the fuel tank was empty. Now I need to note that I was sure I had a full tank before leaving, so this was very weird. I called 911 since I didn't know who to call at that point and the dispatcher said that although I shouldn't call for this kind of issue, she'd send someone to help me. I apologized and thanked her. The place I was stopped was a straight road with trees on each side. A forest. I was near French River Provincial Park.
When the conversation ended, I noticed something extremely weird. Silence. Extreme silence, as if everything around me had died. The crickets that were previously getting on my nerves, had stopped. The owls were nowhere to be heard.
Then I heard a dog crying from inside the woods. It was extremely distinct since it was the only thing I could hear. Since I love dogs, I slowly and hesitantly started making my way inside the woods to see if that dog was hurt.
I was approaching. I could hear the crying louder with each step. Then I stopped. The crying was now taking place in front of me. But then it stopped and instead of crying, the sound that I could hear now was an aggressive growl behind me.
I turned around and saw it. It was not a dog, not a wolf, not a bear, in fact, it wasn't anything animal-like. It was a 7-something-foot-tall thing with a dog face and extremely sharp teeth. I literally crapped my pants. My survival instinct kicked in and I immediately started running back to my motorcycle. I was crying as a result of being so terrified.
I finally made my way back to the road and saw a firetruck and 2 firefighters. They asked me if I was OK but I couldn't say a word. I was shivering. When I was finally able to talk I told them everything. They said that this was a common thing there and that rangers had been looking for that thing for more than a decade.
They checked my bike and when they looked at the tank they saw claw marks all over it and spilled fuel. They took me with them and helped me with my motorcycle.
I am completely traumatized and I still can't explain what I saw. That's the reason I share this story with you. To see if anyone else had any similar experiences." N
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