It was the end of July beginning of August 1981 when, well let's just call him JT had one of the worst nights of his life. A life and personality changing encounter that he has kept secret for over thirty-five years
JT held a position of authority and was afraid of telling his story as he felt it might affect his job. He had suppressed the memory of the incident, but he was getting more and more anxious and had psychological problems that had changed his whole personality over the years. This is his story.
It was very hot that night, so JT had his windows down as he had no A/C in the car. JT had just been given a new car by his father, he was 17 and had just passed his test so was keen to show off his new car to his girlfriend.
His new 1968 Dodge Coronet was a beauty; burnished copper coloured cherry bomb muffler all the bells and whistles. JT was gunning it through the East Tennessee countryside. Revving it into corners and testing its power as he booted it out of the bend.
It was nighttime, but there was a full moon so that he could see the rolling countryside around him, the cornfields and tobacco growing side by side. Cows and horses lay under the trees swishing the persistent flies. JT could even see some whitetail deer among the trees as he twisted and sped through the single lane road.
His heart was beating hard in his chest. There was a barbed wire fence between him and the beast, and he thought that maybe it would stop, but it jumped straight over the fence until it was beside his car. He moved over on to the other side of the road trying to avoid it; he could hear its nails click-clacking on the tarmac. He now had a really clear view of it. He was terrified; he was driving on the wrong side of the road as he drove around the bend and his fear that another car would come and wreck him leaving him to the mercy of this creature.
At first, the dogman paid him no attention and just kept pace with him as he rounded the bend. But that soon changed, it turned its head and grabbed his door. He could see its hands with these long black nails as they dug into the upholstery. Now, this thing was tall at least seven foot tall, and it towered over his car. It looked in through his window, and even though he didn’t want to look at it he could help it, he looked straight into its eyes. They were black and soulless, he had such a sense of evil from it, and he believed that this thing was able to look into the very soul of him, he had been touched by evil.
He wanted to scream, but his mouth had dried up, and he couldn’t utter a sound as the dogman put its left hand on his door handle and tried to open it. It curled its lips back and snarled at him all the while its nails were click-clacking on the tarmac. JT felt its hot foul breath on his face, and he could smell blood and decaying meat. He truly felt he was going to die.
God must have been looking down on him as he came out of the bend he was able to put his foot down and get away. It’s nails scraped down his paintwork as he pulled away from it and watched it veer off to the right and jump the fence.
JT had to sell the car; he couldn’t sit in it without thinking about the encounter
So what do you think? Is Dogman real or just a figment of JT’s imagination? When you listen to the podcast, and you can hear the fear in his voice, I think it’s really hard to discount his account. Have a listen and let us know your view or share your story.
Jo has been interested in the supernatural since long conversations with her invisible twin friends. Ghosts or imagination? who knows but her insatiable thirst for the paranormal was born in those long forgotten conversations