In June 2025, a newly licensed bush pilot named Timothy borrowed his brother's Piper Cub to fly from Lake Hood to a remote cabin site between Anchorage and Fairbanks. After topping off fuel from his friend's remote cache, Timothy began a solo exploration of the nearby backcountry. Landing his plane on a short tundra strip, he hiked a low ridge at 11:00 PM to photograph wildlife.
While resting, a primal, shiver-inducing dread overcame him, followed by a series of high-pitched siren-like shrieks echoing through the black spruce valley. Realizing a 14-foot-tall, ash-gray skinned entity with grizzled hair was watching him from 50 yards away, Timothy fled to his plane. While prepping for takeoff, he was paced by a coordinated group of entities that stalked him back to the landing strip, screaming and thrashing through the brush to prevent his escape.
During his takeoff roll, he was forced to slam his door shut while a creature shadowed the aircraft. Upon landing back at his friend's remote property, he was so shaken he could barely stand, his confidence in bush flying shattered by the intense psychological and acoustic terror inflicted by the coordinated unit.
