NABS Investigator: Richard Hucklebridge
This report takes place in Alabama just inside of the Mississippi state line about 49 years ago now; where this young lady, Rhonda, at the age of 7 had a face to face encounter with what she called a big hairy man who was possibly in route to abduct her. I can only say this because of what was taking place in Rhonda’s mind at the time of this hostel advancement of this creature. This young lady who is now a grandmother herself still has this encounter vividly imprinted on her mind to this day, and has lived with that event ever day of her life since!
After talking with Rhonda; where I can believe her, mainly because of her voice inflections; which still indicating fear, and especially how this video of this creature closing in on her was still imprinted on her mind; as if it just took place. This grandmother gave me a very strong impression that this had to have been a life changing event that she has had to have been living with all of these years. She impressed me as a very responsible, intelligent and a truthful person while she related her story to me.
We’ll let you read her story first; where I will give you my take on what may possible have been taking place during this encounter that she feels saved her life.
Subject: sighting from the porch swing
Dear Mr. Paulides, I heard you speak for short time on late night radio. I am pleased that you are investigating these elusive creatures in the detailed ways you are using. I have known since childhood they do exist. My family claimed it was my vivid imagination and dismissed my claims of seeing one of these creatures. However, with all that happened on our land at night my maternal grandmother must have believed me. In short, my maternal great grandparents owned a good bit of land in southern Alabama, about 15 miles from the Mississippi line.
I lived there with them and my grandmother, one of their 10 kids till the age of 7 years old. My mother was there but, she was young and she worked in a sewing factory in Mississippi. They were my care givers. It was a very happy life with many animals and lots of hard work farming and sewing and quilting and keeping up with a huge family. I was the firstborn of my grandmothers 18 grandchildren. She taught and instilled in me values that I have carried with me throughout my life. I have many memories of that period of life.
There is one that has troubled me. Many of my great grandparent’s children, my aunts and uncles and their offspring, my cousins would come to the farm on Sundays after church. They brought food, my grandmother cooked lots and there was a grand feast that went on all afternoon till almost sundown. Everyone went home. My grandparents readied for bed, and the curtains were closed, lamps and matches were placed and checked in their spots. My grandmothers 30/30 Winchester rifle and a box of shells were always standing at her headboard which, she checked each night as she got into bed. We had an outhouse but, we never went out after dark, we used chamber pots.
It was common for the dogs to go under the house and begin barking and growling as if something were there that they were absolutely terrified of. I heard this many many times. Seems it happened more so in warmer months than winter. Those poor dogs would every now and then yelp and cry out as if something had hurt one of them. We did have dogs disappear a time or two. Then, there were the thuds on the house. Like something hitting the house very hard, maybe only once or twice on those nights. It would frighten me. I would whisper to my grandmother asking what was that sound and she would whisper back for me to stay still and close my eyes to sleep. I recall her even reaching for her 30/30 and laying it in the bed next to her. She and I slept in same bed. She always put me on the side next to the wall.
On a Sunday afternoon, one summer day, she was in the cook room with my aunt. It was hot so I walked thru the inner room, thru the upper room onto the side porch off of it. My great grandfather had put up a swing there which I loved to swing high as possible in and jump out of. He and my uncle Veto were in the inner room talking. I had been swinging for a time when I noticed a large dark figure step onto the path between the barn and the house. It had stepped out of orchard area onto that path. It walked directly at me moving swift with large, wide steps. I don’t know why but I thought it was a man; as in a huge harry man. He didn’t blink or make a sound. I thought for a moment maybe one of my older cousins or uncles were playing a trick on me. The swing kept going forward and back, I sat there thinking it was not right. Something in me was yelling run Rhonda, jump and run, run NOW.
I was scared. He got close enough for me to see just how thick his hair was and the steady not friendly look in his eyes. I would estimate he got within 15-20 feet from the side porch before the fear instinct in me sent me sailing out of that swing and running screaming thru the house to my grandmother in the cook room. I was very upset pulling on her apron begging her to come and see the big hairy man. She went reluctantly, but, he was nowhere in sight. She fussed and admonished my imagination again. I told her he was right there. He was going to take me away. I went and sat in my great grandfather’s lap for a few minutes and talked to him about it.
They never let me out doors without watching me closely after that day. I never forgot that Sunday. I know what I saw. I was younger than 7 years, but it was terrifying. My great grandmother had cancer and died when I was 10. Before I moved from there to Nashville with my mother, she would call me to her bedside and tell me she saw the gorilla men in the tree way in the distance. When I ask my grandmother about it she would only say that Granny’s mind had gone due to the cancer but, I believed her. I did not connect the gorilla men she saw in the tree and the huge harry man who came to take me off the side porch.
It was only last few months I have sort of pieced that together possibly connected. Anyway, I know they are real. I know they are everywhere. How they stay under the radar is part of the mystery. I for one do not hold them as mystical friends like the Hoopa or others. I do not like the idea of such things. I am not the sharpest person, but I do trust my true instincts and they tell me those creatures are a threat to all unarmed weak ones. That is my story. I would sign anything saying such is fact. Sincerely, Rhonda
Continuation of the NABS investigators report:
One of my reasons for wanting to post this report; is the fact that during this encounter she was being spoken too, in her head, during this extreme hostel encounter with, what she called that huge hairy man! This voice that was in her head, was telling her to get off of her swing, and get into your house right now, because he is coming after you, to take you! She was surprised that this voice even knew her name; where it even called it out several times for her to jump from that swing and get into the house. This voice was shouting and screaming at her to comply with its demands.
At that time until we talked she, Rhonda thought it was her guarding angle speaking to her, mainly because it knew her name! This could very well have been a truism, but as I can now understand that our Forest People are capable of this kind of mind communicate with us, especially when they have to get a strong point across to us humans, so that we might understand them. I am thinking that those other Forest People in that area who also knew Ronda and attempted to warn her, because of that pending abduction by this young male; where that voice in her head advised her what was about to happen to her.
After our conversation regarding this encounter: I believe that Rhonda’s grandparents, who she was living with at that time, knew that these creatures were in there area, especially during those summer months; where they would get those Forest People slapping and banging on the sides of the grandparents home from time to time. Rhonda’s Grandmother also slept with a 30/30 Winchester Rifle that she checked each night to make sure it was loaded before she crawled into bed.
A year or so later after this encounter, Rhonda went to live with her mother in Tennessee, and only went back after she had her own children; which was only for short visits.I tried to get all of the information about what she called that huge hairy man as possible from Rhonda at the time of that hostel encounter. This sighting just took place for a few seconds; where this creature stepped out from that orchard; which was about as long as an 18 wheeler is long; where she told me that this creature was about a foot or so taller than her cousin and uncle who are both in the 6 foot 5 inches height range. So, for me that puts this “hairy man” in the neighborhood of being a young male.Yes, she knew it was a male, but she didn’t want to go there with a stranger; where I can respect her thinking on this subject.
Here is one more message that I received from Rhonda after our phone call! April 14, 2015
“I will do my best to describe the creature. It is exactly how people say, huge, tall, like a man covered in hair, who had a normal huge man’s face, but with bigger features, long arms, with very big hands and feet, that with dark fur or hair all over its body and feet. Who moved very fast while walking on two feet like we do. For some reason it thought it had a right to take me. For some reason I was saved. I have always wondered why and understood how fortunate I was. If it ate the dogs home cooked food I am certain my grandmother did not intend for that to happen.
The one and only time she ever remotely discussed that incident with me was when I took my children back to Alabama to visit her one spring. I was expecting my 4th child. I begged her to please tell me what that thing was. I told her it was so terrifying I could not forget it and it had always troubled me. I knew she knew something. She only said that if there was something there then, it was still there.
My great grandfather died when I was 14. She my grandmother moved away to live next to her youngest child, my aunt. That land was purchased by other family members. The children inherited it I suppose. I have had no contact with any of them for many years. I am fine leaving it all in the past. Anyone that meant anything to me has long since passed away. I will send pictures of the house and of me as a little girl within a couple years of that time. You can use my first name in telling of story. Thanks, Rhonda“
