(E.127) Dogman Kills Hiker

Tales of the Supernatural Presents (E.127) Dogman Kills Hiker Don't Forget to Check Out My New Book Series- SOMETHING CREEPY Book 1- Werewolf Ranch https://a.co/d/fPflJs8 Book 2- The Haunted Doll https://a.co/d/6BTaWv1 Book 3- Stay Out of the Forest https://a.co/d/098ak5ye Book 4- Why I Quit Ghost Hunting https://a.co/d/0aD9yIut This is a firsthand account from a seasoned search volunteer who spent years navigating the mountains of Virginia—someone trusted when people went missing, someone who knew how to read the land, the signs, and the truth hidden in the woods. In October of 2007, he was called in to assist with a search for two missing hikers near Staunton, Virginia. What began as a routine search-and-rescue operation quickly turned into something far more disturbing. One hiker was found alive, barely coherent and unable to explain what had happened. The second… was not as fortunate. Deep in a narrow valley, the search team discovered a violent scene that didn’t match any known animal attack or accident. Blood, signs of struggle, and a body left in a way that defied logic. But what truly set this case apart were the tracks. Large. Canine in shape. But wrong. They were too long, too heavy, and spaced in a way that suggested something walking—not on four legs—but on two. The deeper they investigated, the stranger it became. The disturbance in the forest followed a clear direction, as if whatever had done this had moved with purpose, not panic. It hadn’t fled. It hadn’t hidden. It had simply… left. Then came the witnesses. A couple hiking the same trail earlier that day reported hearing something large moving through the brush beside them. At first, they thought it was a dog. Until it stood up. What they described was something no one could easily explain—a massive, wolf-like creature walking upright, with unnatural proportions, controlled movement, and eyes that didn’t reflect light… but seemed to hold it. It didn’t charge. It didn’t flee. It watched them. And when it finally moved, it did so calmly—like it already understood exactly what they were. The official report was filed. Nearly ten pages of detailed observations, carefully written and reviewed. But instead of answers, the investigator was told to stay quiet. No discussion. No speculation. Shortly after, the calls for help stopped coming. He was never asked back. To this day, he stands by what he saw, what he followed, and what those witnesses described. This wasn’t confusion. This wasn’t imagination. And it wasn’t anything that belongs in those woods. Somewhere in that valley, something moved with intelligence, strength, and purpose—and it knew exactly what it was doing. And whatever it was… It was real. Don't Miss Your Chance to Scream, Creatures of the Night