Terror in the Woods (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Bigfoot/Ghost cave - full transcript

I think the ghosts
probably wanted us out of there.

I don't stay
in old cabins anymore.

I think it was grandma

Trying to
get us out of her house.

All the noises were angry, angry
noises intended to scare us.

She lived there her whole life.

She had died in that house

And that she didn't want
strangers staying there.

My friend weste and I
were with our friend rob.

Our friend rob was going to be
shipping out to afghanistan.

He was getting married
before he was leaving.



He was marrying a girl
from forks, washington,

And they were going to have
the wedding in forks.

It's about a 50-mile drive
along kind of a long,

Winding, you know,

Highway 101, two-lane highway.

As we were driving out there,
my left tire blew,

Which meant that we had
to change the tire on the road,

So I had a spare on,

So we could only drive
about 20 miles an hour.

And we figured it was too
dangerous to drive back,

So I was going to have to wait
until the morning,

So I could get a replacement
tire for the car.

It was cold. We weren't
ready for that at all.

We thought we were
going to drive out,



Go to the wedding, go home.

We didn't have sleeping bags,
no change of clothes,

Really didn't think
things through at all.

We made it on time, and they had
a nice little ceremony,

And then they had the reception.

We'd asked if we could stay
the night

At the bride's family's house,

And they had said
that we couldn't.

And we didn't have enough money
to rent a hotel room

For the night,

So we didn't have
anywhere to stay.

There ain't no spare beds
anywhere.

Not even a couch?

No.

The bride offered to take us
to her grandma's cabin,

Which was out towards la push,

And that grandma had died
about 6 months beforehand,

So it was sitting there empty
with nobody there.

Rob's wife said her uncle
had been using that house

As a hunting lodge.

And she warns us that the uncle

Doesn't know the wedding
is happening,

Doesn't know
we were staying there,

And he didn't take
his mom's death very well.

If he shows up, he might be
really mad that we're there.

My friend weste and I got
in a car with rob and his wife,

And they drove us out
to the house in la push.

So we're out there
with no vehicle.

We don't think anything of that,

And it's several miles
from town.

It was already dark by
the time that we had arrived.

The house was in
the middle of nowhere.

The place was completely
surrounded by forest,

And the forest was pitch-black.

I was relieved that we had
a place to stay that night,

But being out in the middle
of the woods in a cabin

That somebody had died
in just a few months

Before was a little weird.

Aaah!

Things don't feel right.

There's something wrong.

Rob's wife opened
the porch door,

And we walked into the kitchen.

And there was a card table, and
there were some metal chairs.

There was a refrigerator.

There was an old phone
on the counter.

She showed us the fridge
and told us

That we could help ourselves.

And then, we went and explored
the rest of the house.

She took us into the bedroom.

What?

There was a nest made out
of old women's clothing

In the middle of the floor,

And there's a man-sized hole
in the nest.

So she notices that we're
looking at the nest of clothes,

And she explains,

"well, my uncle hasn't really
gotten over his mother's death."

He had been sleeping in a pile
of his dead mother's clothes.

Which isn't normal,
people don't normally do that.

I look at the nest,
and even though I feel sympathy

For someone who's disturbed,
he's really disturbed,

It just fills me with dread,

And even though I joke
with james about, "ree, ree,"

Norman bates, you know,
it doesn't go away.

There's just this nagging dread
in the back of my head.

All right.
Well, good night.

Good night.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

We were in the middle
of the woods.

It was the middle of the night,

And it was below
freezing outside.

We didn't have any choice
but to stay.

When they left,
we felt pretty nervous.

We had just found out
about her uncle.

We didn't know that this was
going to be a problem

When we went out
to the cabin that night.

I think her uncle is out of her
mind and that we're in trouble

If he shows up that night.

We decide to keep all the
lights in the house off.

Just in case the uncle
were to show up,

We don't want him to suspect

That there's anybody
in the house.

Weste and I started talking
about trying to find

A place to sleep

But also some place to hide
in case the uncle showed up

And some place that we could
defend if we had to.

And that's when we found that
there was a retractable stairway

In the ceiling
of the living room.

I'll be right back.

Wait.

Where...

Rob's wife did say that he
doesn't know we're out there,

And he would probably be upset
if he came to the cabin

And saw us there.

She said that it was
a hunting lodge,

And so we thought her uncle
might be armed with a gun.

We decided that
we needed to have a weapon

To defend ourselves with,

And I had seen an axe
when we walked in.

James!

Come on, man!
What are you doing?

I grabbed the axe,
and I brought it up the stairs.

Now, when we got to the top
of the stairs,

We found an old,
dusty attic.

The attic was
an unfinished attic.

There was exposed
wood everywhere.

We could see the rafters.

And then, we retracted
the stairway,

So maybe, the uncle wouldn't
know that we were there.

On one side of the attic,
there were a couple of dirty

Mattresses lying on the floor
with some dusty quilts nearby.

There was a window right there,
facing out over the driveway.

We can watch the driveway to see
if her uncle is coming.

We went, and we sat
on the mattresses

And opened up a bottle of booze

That we brought with us
and starting drinking

And talking about old times.

We're drinking and joking.

He was at college.

I was out of state,
so we're catching up

And joking at rob's expense
about just getting married.

Even as we're talking
to each other,

We never forgot that the uncle
might be showing up at any time.

Trying to focus
on something other than,

"we're stuck out in this cabin.

There's a nest where a man
has been sleeping

In his mother's clothes."

We had been talking to each
other for quite some time,

And all of the sudden,
we heard something.

Dude, did you hear that?

We heard the doorknob on the
door being shaken violently,

Like somebody
was trying to get in.

I just sit really still,
and, you know,

James and I look at each other,
and we're like,

"crap. Somebody is here."

We were terrified.

I, like, tense up, and it's like
my heart is in my stomach.

It sounded like whoever
was trying to get in was upset.

They were angry.

And the door opens.

And when I looked at weste,
I saw that he was

As scared as I was.

We were sitting there
in the dark,

Staring right at each other,
holding our breath.

We thought it was
the uncle coming in,

And so we were terrified.

So we're sitting quietly
for a few more minutes,

And then we hear something else.

We hear the sound of the card
table and metal folding chairs

Downstairs being dragged
across the floor.

We were just full-on
freaked out.

It was just terrifying.

I'm pretty scared.

My heart is pounding.

We just sit there quietly,
listening and hoping

That he doesn't find out
that we're upstairs.

We're hoping that whatever
it is down there goes away.

Well, what now?

I'm just trying to calm down.

I'm making a decision as to
whether I can really

Stay the night in that cabin
or if I have any other options.

We didn't have cell-phone
reception.

We didn't have any choice
but to stay.

So weste and I hadn't heard
anything downstairs

For about a half an hour,

And so we started talking
to each other again,

Whispering.

We heard the phone
in the kitchen

Downstairs begin to ring.

And we waited for a while to see

If anybody was
going to answer it.

It probably rang about 30 times
before we decided

That if the uncle
was downstairs,

He would have
picked it up already.

People don't let the phone
ring that long

Unless it's really important.

I decided to go downstairs
and answer the phone.

I picked up the axe,
and I climbed down the stairs.

I can't see anything
at the bottom of the stairs.

I'm afraid that the uncle
is still there,

And he's awake and that
he might attack me.

The living room
is completely dark,

But I can see
inside the kitchen.

I started feeling like there
was somebody

Watching me from the dark,

And all of the hair
on my body stood on end.

The phone was sitting on
the counter and ringing.

hello?

The phone is dead.

There's nothing.
There's no dial tone.

There's nobody
on the other line.

There's no sound at all.

I check the plug-in
for the phone to the wall,

And I see that the phone
isn't plugged into the wall.

It had been ringing by itself.

Instantly, this feeling
of dread washed over me.

And then, the phone
began to ring again.

I had to get out of the kitchen
as fast as I could.

James, you there?

aah!

I climbed back up
into the attic.

I feel like there's
something in the dark

Watching me the whole time.

So he gets up, and he just pulls
the stairs up as fast as he can.

He's weirded out, and I'm like,
"well, who was it?"

He goes, "dude, there was
nobody on the line.

There's no dial tone, nothing."

I told weste he could go down
and look at it himself,

But he decided he didn't
want to go downstairs.

I'm still freaked out.

I'm on going to volunteer
to go down there at all.

I think he could see
that I was really scared.

Dude,
there's no one there.

I mean...

Well, at that point,
things are lining up,

And it's kind of like, "okay.
This place is fricking haunted."

I didn't really feel like
talking after that.

And then, the phone
began to ring again.

It just didn't stop.

So I just started to count.

"one, two, three, four.

"97, 98, 99, 100."

Ninety-nine.

I count to well over 100 rings

Before I decide there's
no point in counting anymore.

The last thing I remember before
I fell asleep was just thinking,

"what am I doing here?"

When I woke up, I still had
that same feeling of dread

That I had when I was downstairs
and answered the phone.

The type of person that I am,

I wanted to find
a rational explanation

To help me deal with my fear,

And so I decided I wanted to go
downstairs and investigate.

I had hoped to find evidence
that the uncle had been there

And that he had left and that
it had all been a dream,

That the phone was plugged in,
and I had imagined it all.

So weste and I
dropped the stairs,

And we climbed down
into the living room.

We found it exactly the way that
we had left it the night before.

I let weste examine the phone.

I didn't want to go
near it again.

Weste went and
picked up the phone.

I go down and check
on the phone,

And I find out that
it wasn't plugged in.

Part of me felt vindicated
that I hadn't made it up,

That what I had
experienced was real.

The other part of me
was pretty creeped out.

We looked all over
for another phone.

That was the only phone
in the house.

Come on, now.
Let's get out of here.

- Aaah!
- Hey. What's going on?

- Did you try to call us?
- No, we didn't call.

Because...

We chewed them out for
leaving us there overnight

And told them
what had happened.

I'm telling you,
that house is haunted

Come on.

We asked them if they had
tried to call us

In the middle of the night,
and lacy said that they hadn't.

I think the ghost probably
wanted us out of there.

I think that all the noises
were angry, angry noises

Intended to scare us.

I think it was grandma trying
to get us out of her house.

I don't think that she...

She had lived there
her whole life.

She had died in that house

And that she didn't want
strangers staying there.

Sitting there in the dark
in that attic,

Listening to the phone ring,
it was terror in the woods.

My name is eric sterwerf.

In 2013, I was doing what was
called the hikers challenge.

I arrived at the trailhead
the second week of August, 2013,

And the weather was pleasant.

It was probably in the 80s.

Hardly a cloud in the sky.

I like to walk alone because
it's kind of meditative to me.

It's great for thinking and
hashing things out in your mind.

The section I'm hiking
is on the border

Of rockcastle
and laurel county in kentucky.

The day was only about 15 miles,

And I wanted to go
a whole lot longer

Just so I didn't have to hike
as much the next day.

The trail was well maintained,

But it was thick, nonetheless.

There were parts of it that
weren't really blazed well,

So you could easily get lost.

It was exactly
what I was looking for.

It was dense.
It was hilly.

It was a challenge.

By the time I got
into the thick of the woods,

It was probably about 10:00
or 11:00 in the morning,

So I decided to sit down

And take a quick snack
and get a drink.

That day I carried with me
a small pocketknife

That has, like,
a corkscrew on it

And a pair of scissors,
and that's it.

I got up,
and I went right back to hiking.

I was feeling really excited.

You know, I was roughly
halfway finished with the trail.

It started getting dark,
so I decided to stop there.

It's pretty much
an "a"- frame tent,

So you could see out of it
either end.

But on the sides,
you're covered.

Usually in the forest,

You take your food
and you put it in a dry sack

And you throw it up
over a tree

To keep it away from bears.

But that night,
I decided to just take my food

And sleep with it,
because I was way too tired.

I just took it
in the tarp with me.

I know a lot of people are
screaming at me right now,

Saying that's a bad thing to do,

But I've spent months
out in the woods by myself

And never really had a problem.

When I got into
the sleeping bag,

The sun was just setting
over the horizon.

It was a long day.

It was a 26-mile day,

So as soon as my head hit
the pillow, I was out.

A couple hours into sleep,

I wake up to something
crawling on me.

Got up out of my tarp, started
running around like a crazy man.

I must have set my tent
up over an anthill.

The ants are crawling
all over my body,

All over my arms,
all over my face.

I swat them off me,
and that just angers them,

And they start
biting me all over.

I hear a sound down
the ridge a little bit,

And it stops me in my tracks.

Being out in the woods
in the middle of the night,

You know, you hear
any kind of noise,

And you immediately think, like,
"man. What's out there?"

It was moving around
like it was startled.

Hey!
Who's there?

Who's there?

I figured it was a big animal

Because nothing in the woods
is that clumsy

And makes that big of noise.

I've seen bears before,
so I just, you know, head back,

Pick up my tarp, and move
it away from the anthill.

I crawl back in my sleeping bag

And don't even worry
about the sound

And fall right back asleep.

I wake up again to something big
on the side of my tent.

This thing, it definitely
had mass to it.

It wasn't just like
a deer's hoofs walking.

It was something
with large feet.

I've came across pretty much
every single animal

That is believed to be
in the eastern united states,

And none of them
really fit the description.

It sounded like it was inches
away from my head.

The tarp itself was, like,
swaying with every step it took.

Roof! Woof!

Many other hikers I've
backpacked with told me that,

When they've had
encounters with bears,

Barking like a dog
would scare them off.

Woof!
Roof!

It started running away,
like I startled it.

I hear the impact
of the feet rustling

The leaves along the way.

The sound, like, seems,
like, super aggressive,

And it seemed like it was
coming from a creature

That was very, very big.

It didn't sound like any animal
that I've ever heard of.

I know, like, deer make
a wheezing noise,

But this sounded much deeper,
much more guttural,

So it was either
a mutant deer,

Or it was something
entirely different.

I wanted to run,
but I didn't know,

Like, where to run to.

A lot of times with, like,
large predators, if you run,

They think that you are
some sort of prey.

It terrified me.

I knew it was probably
afraid of me.

But I was just as
equally afraid of it.

When I didn't hear anything
out there anymore,

I packed up my tarp,

Packed up my sleeping bag
and my sleeping pad.

And I made a pretty large fire.

Then, I took out my knife,
and I made sure I had it,

You know, ready.

And I sat there
with my little pocketknife.

I don't know what good
it would have done.

I knew, whatever was
out in the woods,

It probably wouldn't
have done any good,

Fighting it with this knife.

I was too worried that I
if would leave

In the middle of the night,

I would either fall of a cliff
or run into this creature.

I was actually too scared
to do anything,

And I was kind of waiting
for it to make the next move.

So I sat next to the fire
for the rest of the night,

Jumping at shadows.

I put out the fire,

And I hightail it out of there.

If a guy like me can have
an experience like this,

There's definitely a possibility
that some large

Unknown creature exists

That, you know,
we don't even know about,

And I thought about it all
the way until I got to my truck.

I think a lot of people,
like, have these very, like,

Valid experiences,

And a lot of times,
people just discard them

Just because
there's so much, like,

Stigma surrounding,
you know, the legend of bigfoot.

After the experience,

I'm definitely more tolerant
of people's stories.

I don't just, like, you know,
like, "okay, yeah.

Whatever, buddy."

You know, I take time
to listen to them.

I never really, like,
considered

I'd come across something
of this nature.

You know, it wasn't even
in my mind.