The watchtower was quiet and smelled like the woods.
Deep and dark and damp.
That odd smell that you get in the woods after a rain, almost like a burning campfire, but is isn't. It is just the smell of wet timber.
And you are there, and you are all alone.
And the night sounds like silence and cicadas and nothing else.
And from the woods, you hear a Cry! A Screech! Knowing all other animal vocalizations in the area, you immediately recognize it as nothing you have ever recognized before.
Guttural and proud, it must be the call of the mighty Sasquatch! No time to think, you must grab your camera, this is your only chance to document this Beast of Legend!
Jumping over logs and ferns, you rush towards the sounds of the howling, only to see a strange, glowing light...
The watchtower was quiet and smelled like the woods.
Deep and dark and damp.
That odd smell that you get in the woods after a rain, almost like a burning campfire, but is isn't. It is just the smell of wet timber.
And you are there, and you are all alone.
And the night sounds like silence and cicadas and nothing else.
And from the woods, you hear a Cry! A Screech! Knowing all other animal vocalizations in the area, you immediately recognize it as nothing you have ever recognized before.
Guttural and proud, it must be the call of the mighty Sasquatch! No time to think, you must grab your camera, this is your only chance to document this Beast of Legend!
Jumping over logs and ferns, you rush towards the sounds of the howling, only to see a strange, glowing light...
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