The following is an account of a dogman encounter a man had with his father when he was a child in Pennsylvania:
On this night, we were woken by a loud commotion near our front porch. We had outside cats that hung around the porch, and they would scatter when a raccoon or other animal would approach the front of the house. When they scattered, it was quite loud, hence the noise that woke us.
I remember hearing dad giving his typical angry sigh because he had to get up and see what was out there. He had gone downstairs, the house was quiet, we were all waiting to hear the door shut. Instead we heard dad let out a bellow. This had us all running for the stairs. He was standing back from the door, gun in hand, and his face was, well, I guess you would say, scared. As I've said, nothing seemed to scare dad so seeing that look on his face made us all stand there uncertain.
Outside, standing in profile, looking right back at us, and no fear, this thing showed no fear at all. In fact, I remember thinking that it was angry, it just looked mean. It was a canine, certainly NOT a dog. It looked like a hyena from the front shoulders to the head, the back end was way smaller than the front shoulders and head. I do not remember seeing a tail. The fur was odd, sparse and shaggy looking, it just didn't look like fur, it's hard to explain. The snout was not long and narrow, it was 'stubby', but big, the whole body was huge. From it's back end to it's head, it was almost the width of our porch, this would put it at least seven feet long. It was huge.
It stood looking in at us then looked out towards our barn, back at us again then just simply, and very slowly, walked a few steps, then it took off. It was so fast, literally it was like seeing a blur of color, then it was gone. We all just stood there, then mom asked dad what it was and dad yelled for us all to get upstairs.
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