Around March 2023, an outdoorsman in his early 60s named Hank was walking his black Labrador retriever along a remote shoreline within the Prince William Sound region. Two miles into the beach walk, Hank discovered a large, fresh pile of shellfish and clams that had all been freshly broken open, accompanied by massive, ambiguous depressions in the sand and gravel. Turning back as the sun began to set, the dog suddenly exhibited unprecedented behavior, running in frantic looping circles and barking wildly into the air. Moments later, the dog locked up in complete terror, hackles raised and ears pinned back, whimpering continuously while involuntarily urinating on the sand. Hank unsnapped his .44 Ruger Redhawk revolver and cocked the hammer.
Walking past a stretch of massive driftwood root balls 75 yards behind him, Hank caught sight of a dark, shadowy humanoid quickly ducking out of view, causing the terrified dog to bolt down the beach. As Hank fast-walked, he heard heavy, bipedal footsteps thumping heavily behind him—vibrating the gravel under his boots—accompanied by loud tree branches snapping in the timber canopy. Spotting what appeared to be a shifting shadow near a bend in the trail ahead, Hank approached with his revolver drawn, only to realize the visual was a trick of the ocean breeze moving the old-growth tree line. However, upon stepping onto the forest trail, Hank looked back toward the shoreline brush and spotted the massive creature standing perfectly motionless between two large trees 50 yards away, its natural coloration blending seamlessly into the bark contours. Hank lowering his pointed weapon appeared to de-escalate the tension, and the creature instantly took off uphill, moving as a silent, high-speed blur.
Hank safely reached his vehicle but found his dog missing; the lab eventually sprinted back from the beach with a scratched paw. While sitting in the driver's seat shaking from adrenaline, Hank unholstered his long 8-inch barrel pistol and placed it on the passenger seat. Turning around to calm his whimpering dog, Hank looked out his side window and was horrified to see the massive entity squatted flat in the immediate shoreline brush just feet away, swaying slowly back and forth while staring a hole straight through him, prompting Hank to start the engine and rapidly flee the site.
