These shares involve window peeking or tapping—faces, knocks, and scratches at glass while people are inside.
Common threads are night windows, kids noticing first, and the terror of something looking in. Browse these shares for glass-level contact at homes and cabins.
Greg, who lives in Europe, used to spend a lot of money to fly his dogs and equipment to Alaska to participate in the Iditarod. About five years ago, while training a few months prior to the race, he and fellow team members stopped a few miles outside of Rainy Pass to camp out in an area with multiple available cabins before continuing the next day. That night, his dogs were huddled together in fear and kept moving around the cabin away from something outside.
Jim and his neighbor on the Kenai Peninsula thought the other was causing problems on the other's property until they saw the Sasquatch about 3 weeks ago. About a week after the sighting, outside Jim's house, it mimicked a meow that was unique to his cat that died the previous year.
In the winter of 1970, Thomas traveled to Kaltag along the Yukon River to help his recently widowed niece with house repairs. Hyper-vigilant from his past terrifying encounters, Thomas spent his afternoons scouting the nearby valleys on a snowmachine. His worst fears were realized when he spotted a Hairy Man sprinting up a mountain and disappearing into a cave. For weeks, he desperately tried to keep his niece’s two young children close to the house, but his refusal to explain exactly what was out in the woods caused a bitter rift between them.
A veteran 92-year-old trapper recounts a terrifying ordeal from the twilight of his trapping career in 1984, northeast of Bethel in the remote Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta. Relying on an isolated backup cabin he typically avoided due to eerie sounds in the distance, his trapping season began smoothly—until he discovered his newly set wolverine traps repeatedly sprung and empty, reeking of a potent, musty ammonia odor.
This share is an encounter experienced by a couple, Tom and Mary, while setting up their commercial set-net fish camp in Bristol Bay. Being the first to arrive for the season, they were alone on the remote beach when they began hearing strange, moose-like calls and noticing dark figures darting between the massive rocks along the shoreline. Their curiosity quickly turned into terror when they realized they were being actively stalked by at least three entities—one standing over ten feet tall, a smaller scraggly creature, and a massive black shape maneuvering along the bluff above them.
Former cabin builder Jeff shares his story about encountering The Hairy Man while building a remote cabin for a wealthy client. He experienced this encounter with an assistant named Art, a native gentleman from up north who had a previous encounter of his own with The Hairy Man.
This encounter shared by former Alaskan Don is one of the saddest I've recounted so far on this channel, especially for dog lovers. This story also supports the case that The Hairy Man is no friend of ours, and as recounted in stories all over, they have a real disdain for man's best friend.
A terrifying encounter for Monica and her two kids in a remote lodge in the Wood-Tikchik State Park.
I share an encounter from my cousin Nicholai and a few other relatives that happened on the Nuyakuk River.
I recount a story from Brandon, a winter caretaker for a remote fishing lodge in the Bristol Bay area. As these encounters often do, Brandon's easy winter job was ruined and he no longer comes to Alaska.
