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Much has been made of mysterious 'men in black'. Here is chapter two of my novel where they make their first appearance:

'Bob, what in hell happened here?’
Bob Gurney turned and watched as the Park Ranger approached him from the direction of the road. The Ranger’s eyes were wide as he stared at the torn up tent.
'Hi Sam. God, you took your time, it’s midmorning. I called you right after I called 911! That was at 2:30!’
'Yeah, I know. Thanks for dragging me out of bed.’
'I think this is worth it, don’t you?’ Bob asked as he gestured over to where the campers' headless corpses lay.
Sam's eyes followed the direction of Bob's arm and he saw the bodies for the first time, ‘Oh sweet Jesus! What in hell...’
Both men were silent as their eyes took it all in, Bob for the umpteenth time since he had come across the camp several hours ago, Sam for the first time.
Bob watched Sam’s eyes go almost immediately over to the brush, scanning it with more than a touch of fear in them. They widened further when he noticed the two clear paths of broken brush leading into the trees. It looked like someone had driven a small tractor through them.
He looked back towards the bodies, hesitated, then started over towards them.
'Stop! There are tracks everywhere. Don’t mess them up.’
Sam froze and looked down. There, in the crazy mix of ash, blood and dirt was a perfect footprint. It was like a human’s but far too big for any human. Bob noticed Sam’s eyes widen again as he studied the print he knew was there. He had used his time waiting for Sam wisely and had already carefully surveyed the area, being extra careful not to tread anywhere there was a semblance of a print, and they were everywhere. Sam was no fool. He knew what he was looking at. He looked at the headless bodies then up at Bob.
'How many Bob?’ His face was white.
'Three. But they didn't kill the campers. Two Dogmen did.’
'Dogmen? Here? Don’t Dogmen and Sasquatch hate each other?’
An experienced tracker and hunter himself, Sam knew Bob would by now have a pretty good picture in his mind as to what happened just from reading the ground. ‘Goddammit Bob! What in hell happened here?’
'I’m not sure. But it appears the Dogmen arrived first and attacked the camp,’ gesturing towards the bodies, he continued,
‘Poor fella got off several rounds. He was loaded with double-ought buck for deer. Fat lot of good that did him.’
Bob pointed at a basketball sized rock lying near the fire. It had what looked like strands of stringy black hair caught in dried blood on one side, ‘A Squatch family got involved and chased them off.’
'What? Why in hell would they do that?’
'I wish I knew... but there’s more. The campers had a baby here. I found this about a hundred yards into the forest.’ Bob held up a diaper and passed it to Sam. ‘It’s clean and fresh. I'm guessing the baby was took by the Squatches. I suppose they don’t see the point to diapers and discarded it.’
'Oh Jesus. It gets worse.’ Sam was looking past the diaper he was holding up at two men approaching the camp. One was completely out of place in the forest with a dark shirt sporting a plain blue tie. The crisply ironed shirt was neatly tucked into tight dark trousers. Morning dew and dust clung to his shiny black city shoes. His partner was much larger and relatively unkept, wearing dark glasses that were almost hidden behind his long hair and untrimmed beard. Although bulky, this man moved with a fluidity that spoke of military and familiarity with the forest.
Bob frowned. ‘Feds?’
'Looks like it.’
'Gentlemen...’ the sharp-dressed one spoke first, not even looking around him at the devastated camp. ‘Which one of you would be Mr Gurney?’
'That’d be me.’ Bob held out his hand.
The smile didn’t reach his eyes as the man refused Bob's offered hand. Instead he raised his own holding a black wallet that was displaying a card with a printed badge on it. He snapped it closed before Bob could read it, explaining his credentials instead, “Mr Black, Department of the Interior. This is Mr White. Tell me Mr Gurney, how did you happen upon this dreadful scene?”
Bob glanced at Sam, who rolled his eyes.
'Well, about 1:20 this morning I was hiking a couple of miles down the valley when I heard screaming and gunshots. So I headed out here towards the noise...’
'What were you doing way out here in the middle of the night?’
'I am a researcher.’
'Researcher of what, Mr Gurney’
Bob hesitated, but plunged in... ‘I research Bigfoot.’ He turned to where Mr Black’s partner was walking into the camp.
‘Hey! That’s a crime scene! You’ll disturb the prints!’ The man ignored him and finished walking over to the first headless body to stand over it and look down.
'Are you a police officer, Mr Gurney?’ Asked the man calling himself Mr Black.
'No Goddammit! I told you. I’m a researcher!’
'Oh that’s right. A Bigfoot Researcher... very amusing.’ Mr Black did not look the slightest bit amused, 'I will ask you again Mr Gurney... what do you believe happened here?'
Bob went quiet, then said between gritted teeth, ‘Something attacked the camp last night and ripped these people’s heads off.’
'Really? Some of your Bigfoot friends?’
'No. They came later.’ Bob said, as he glared into the Fed’s eyes. The man was cold as ice.
'Perhaps they arrived in flying saucers, Mr Gurney?’ Bob fought the urge to punch the man right in his deadpan face. His thoughts of violence were interrupted by Mr White approaching.
The big man's voice was deep even for his size. He said one word
‘Grizzly.’
Bob felt the anger burning his face, ‘Wasn't no goddam Grizzly that did this and you know it!’
Sam grabbed his arm.
Mr Black was unperturbed by Bob's barely controlled rage, ‘It was a Grizzly Mr Gurney. We will resolve this matter from here. Thank you for your good citizenship in reporting it. If you don’t immediately leave we will arrest you as a suspect in a double homicide.’ Both men turned away dismissively and walked back towards the road.
'Why you son of a...’ Bob started and made as if to follow them.
'Bob!’ Sam pulled at his arm. ‘Leave it!’
Just then a clattering roar filled their ears as a dark black shape loomed overhead, the downdraft from its rotors thrashing the trees, showering leaves and sticks down upon them.
Bob stood and watched in disbelief as the camp was flattened even further. Ash from the dead fire kicked up in a thick grey cloud and spread everywhere. Dust and leaves formed a maelstrom, obliterating the tracks and blowing bits of camp detritus about like fall leaves.
Before the clattering storm had even begun to fade another helicopter flew over in the same direction. Where the first had been bristling with heavy machine guns in this one Bob caught a glimpse of grim, camouflage-painted faces looking out of its open sides before it too disappeared over the trees.



<em>This chapter immediately follows chapter 1 which can be read for free here:</em> https://www.sasquatchstories.com/sasqua ... st-a-novel

[Wolf]

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[Wolf]

A little while ago I asked followers of Sasquatch Sagas on Facebook which one of my short stories they wanted to see turned into a novellete.

Overwhelmingly the story about the baby Bigfoot discovering a road was the favourite, which works out great because I was thinking of turning this story into a prequel for ‘A Violent World’.

As you all know I write to portray typical Bigfoot behaviours in an attempt to speculate and share said behaviours.

I want to make this story a collaborative effort of squatchers everywhere so am asking people if they have a particular behaviour they want me to write about.

Do you have an incident type or behaviour you would like to see portrayed from the perspective of the animal? If so, please comment below and I will try to work it into the storyline.

Once written the book will be made available to download for free.
Thanks.

[Simon M]

I have complete faith that whatever you write will be insightful and worth reading. It'd be interesting to read a description of what they think of cars and roads. Might they perceive cars as living things? How would they understand or interpret any form of technology we employ? Maybe they don't care all that much about it, and they just respond to things without analysing things in the same way we might try to do?

[Wolf]

Well, apparently they have less frontal lobe mass (and possibly more mass in the rear) than we do, so following that logically they would certainly think about things more intuitively rather than analytically...

[Wolf]

A little while back I asked followers and fans of Sasquatch Sagas which short story they wanted to see extended into a novel (which will be free to read, like the short stories themselves).

Overwhelmingly Baby Bigfoot and the Road was chosen... which is perfect because it allows this particular novel to be a prequel to A Violent World and the planned sequels.

It is currently at around 10k words and will end up somewhere between 30 and 50k.

I am curious how many people would like to read each chapter as it is written (bearing in mind there will be subsequent edits) compared to how many would prefer to read the full book at once as a finished, polished novel?

If you have not yet read the short story fans chose to be extended into a novel, please go here: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/baby-b ... nds-a-road

[Wolf]

The Baby BIgfoot story, 'A Curious World', Chapters 2, 3, 4 & 5 have now been published on SasquatchSagas.com for those who expressed a desire to read each chapter as it was drafted. (A lot of Bookface requests)

Please visit this link to start with chapter 2: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... -chapter-2
At the bottom of each page is an arrow which will take you to the next chapter (up to Chapter 5, Chapter 6 coming soon).

If you have not yet read the short story that inspired this new novel, please visit chapter 1 here: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/baby-b ... nds-a-road

[Wolf]

Chapter 6: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... -chapter-6

[Wolf]

Chapter 7: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... -chapter-7

[Simon M]

This is extremely generous of you, Wolf. You're a champion.

[Wolf]

No worries Simon. I am trying to publish a chapter a day.
Here is chapter 8: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... -chapter-8

[Wolf]

Chapter 9: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... -chapter-9

[Wolf]

Time to increase the tension a little more in the free novel 'A Curious World' by introducing the Genoskwa (southern relative of the dreaded Wendigo).
This type of Sasquatch is renowned for being a strict carnivore. If you ever see one, be thankful you saw it before it saw you.
https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-10

[Wolf]

The next chapter of the free novel, 'A Curious World' has just gone live at https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-11

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Chapter 12 of 'A Curious World', A Killer in the Park, is now live at https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-12

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[Wolf]

As this chapter of the free novel, 'A Curious World' is a short one I thought I would try posting it here in its entirety. This chapter details the curiosity of these animals and follows a known behaviour of investigating noises similar to their own 'wood-knocking' communication techniques.

The story is about to get very intense...
A CURIOUS WORLD, Chapter 13

The young juvenile sat bolt upright from his position in the sentinel tree.
He had been daydreaming, almost asleep himself while he knew full well he was supposed to be keeping watch, especially in this new spot. His father had made it very clear he was to be extra alert as just over the hill was a home of the Hairless Ones.
The sound that had woken him from his doze had come from that direction. Holding his breath he listened for it again.
There! A faint, cracking bang... much like the tree knocks his parents sometimes used while hunting. But this was different... sharper, and repetitive, tap tap tap.
There was a pause and it came again, tap tap tap.
Intrigued, he wondered what it could possibly be.
He looked down to where both parents were sleeping at the base of the tree he was in. The warning from his father was stern, he was not to go exploring.
The sound carried faintly to his ears again, tap tap tap.
Maybe if he just went to the top of the hill he could see what was making it. He would stay in sight so technically he would not be abandoning his task of watching over the troop. And was it not the duty of a sentinel to watch for unusual things that might pose a threat?
What if whatever was making that noise should come closer?
Would it not be better to know in advance what it was?
Mind made up he leapt into the branches of the neighbouring tree as silently as he could. From there he dropped to the ground and on all fours was on top of the hill in no time.
Atop a large boulder he peered down into the small valley beyond.
The rooftops of a what must be the dwelling places of the Hairless Ones his father had mentioned could just be seen through the trees.
The tapping came again, louder and clearer now he was on top of the hill. But he could still not see what was making the sound.
He looked back to where the bedding area was. Although he could not see the spot itself he could still see the sentinel tree above. What to do?
The tapping came again, drawing his eyes back towards those strange structures he could see through the tree tops.
He had to see, maybe if he got just a bit closer?

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Chapter 14 of 'A Curious World' is now live: https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-14
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Chapter 15 of 'A Curious World':

In the trees the young juvenile stayed perfectly still, trying with all his might to resist the temptation to flee.
He knew any movement would draw the eyes of the Hairless Ones instantly.
His father's teachings were firm in his mind and he closed his eyes and connected with the tree he was clinging to, feeling its bark under his skin, becoming one with it, a part of it, just like a branch.
Had they seen him?
He was fairly sure the girl had spotted him bound off as the two approached.
Opening his eyes he saw all three peering into the trees, trying to spot him in the branches.
He focused his eyes off to one side a little, knowing instinctively not to look at them directly for to do would draw their attention. He was just a branch, part of the landscape itself.
They soon gave up trying to see him, even though he was sure they had looked right at him several times in their search. The older male grabbed the back of the strange thing the boy was sitting in and pushed it back down the ramp towards their dwelling, the girl running ahead and the boy twisting in his chair to look back at where he clung in the branches.
He had felt no fear, no trepidation at this small creature. Curiosity overwhelmed him though. Why was it not walking about like the others? Not once had he seen its legs move, not even when he had pulled at the strange material covering them.
The young juvenile had to know more.
Finally moving once they were all out of sight in the house, he leapt from his position in the tree and followed them.
Night was coming. It emboldened him and despite his young years he sensed there was safety in the darkness. And none of them carried a weapon like he had seen the hunter use.
Leaving the trees he crossed the small yard and crept towards the bright light that was streaming from a big square hole in the wall. It was way above his head because the dwelling was off the ground, leaving plenty of space underneath in which to hide while he listened to the movements and chatter within.
He had not been there long when he heard a whistle.
Looking back he saw his father standing just inside the tree line in the swiftly darkening shadows.
His curiosity and wonder at the strange Hairless boy had completely distracted him from his duties as sentinel. His father whistled again, low and soft, just loud enough to get his attention without alerting the Hairless Ones inside.
The young juvenile could tell from the continuing sounds over his head the Hairless Ones were none the wiser. What was his father worried about? He had not seen any of these Hairless Ones carrying weapons. they seemed friendly… at least the boy did.
He considered his next move. His father was obviously anxious but the encounter with the Hairless boy had only increased his desire to know more about these strange animals.
For the first time in his short life, he ignored his father and turning, scampered under the dwelling and out the far side.
As he went he heard his father hoot, loud enough to stop the chatter over his head. There was a medium sized tree on this side, which would give him a vantage point to see into the house and observe what was going on, so in two quick leaps he was up into its branches and peering into the windows, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement.
Frustratingly, from this side he could not see far enough into the dwelling, but he clearly heard the door on the other side slam open and over the roof of the house he could see light flashing through the trees. Maybe if he got up on the roof?
In three more leaps he was up on the roof and bounding up to the highest point, his feet and hands slipping on the strange surface. He caught himself before he could slide over the peak and down the other side. From his new vantage point he could see a bright light had come on and lit up the whole yard. There was another bright light flashing through the trees as the Hairless Ones chattered away, obviously searching out the source of his father’s warning call.
The light flashed across his father’s form, catching and reflecting his eyes a bright, burning red. It went past, then quickly flashed back, holding on his father’s eyes for a moment.
There was a scream from underneath his feet and the reflection of his father’s eyes instantly disappeared.
By now night had fully fallen and even though his own night eyes could clearly see his father drop to his belly and crawl backwards into the darker shadows the Hairless Ones obviously had lost sight of him for they chattered amongst themselves noisily while the light swung back and forth above his body.
The youngster watched as his father quietly moved sideways on his belly and looked right up at him on the roof. Even from here the youth could see the angry scowl on his face as he again whistled a command.
The torchlight jolted and swung back and forth, seeking out the sound’s source with no success, for it stayed at the height his eyes had been. The chattering mixed with not a small amount of fear coming from under the youngster’s feet.
Suddenly a new sound reached his ears and he remembered it from a few nights ago when he had discovered the road. Looking back over his shoulder he saw two bright lights approaching the dwelling from the side he had just come. The lights came right up to the house and stopped beside what he now saw to be a similar type beast to the one that had zoomed by that night. The lights suddenly went off and he saw they had been coming from yet another metallic beast.
Panels on both sides of the strange beast opened, and two more Hairless Ones stepped out, carrying what he recognised as the long weapons that killed deer from a distance!
A flash of fear joined the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched them approach the house. Thankfully they did not look up. Instead they climbed the steps to the door and banged on it.
On the other side the roaming light went out and there was a bang as the door slammed closed.
The youth looked back to where his father lay, hidden behind a tree trunk, watching him.
What to do?
If he leapt off the roof and ran to his father he would be exposed in the bright light the whole way. He had seen what those weapons could do. Maybe he could leap back into the tree in front once the two men had gone inside?
But before he could make a move bright lights came on this side as well, flooding the tree he had used as a pathway to the roof. There was more chattering as the door opened, then another bang as it closed with a slam. But the lights stayed on.
Now he did not know where they were in the house. Whichever side he went down he would be lit up like it was day.
Suddenly he felt very scared.
Looking back to where his father still lay he saw him gesture with one arm to stay where he was.

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[Wolf]

Chapter 16 of 'A Curious World' has just gone live. The tension is building as Bob Gurney the local Bigfoot researcher and Sam the Park Ranger have tracked the 'rogue bear' heading towards the Armstrong's house... having no idea a young Sasquatch is trapped on their roof while its enormous concerned father is hiding in the trees...
https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-16
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Chapter 33 of 'A Curious World', 'Night is Coming' is now live! Bob and Vicky are fast running out of time in pursuit of the wounded Genoskwa for it will have a distinct advantage over them once night falls. And neither thought to bring a torch.
https://www.sasquatchstories.com/a-curi ... chapter-33

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