Living Among Bigfoot: Volumes 16-20 (Living Among Bigfoot: Collector's Edition Book 4): Living Among Bigfoot: Collector's Edition, #4

By Tom Lyons

The most shocking, TRUE bigfoot encounter you will ever read.

This special collection contains books 16-20 of the best-selling Living Among Bigfoot series from Tom Lyons, as well as brand new cover art by the talented Charles Guthrie!

Books that are included:
Living Among Bigfoot: Rose and the Tall Men
Living Among Bigfoot: Shots Fired
Living Among Bigfoot: Words of Warning
Living Among Bigfoot: A Gala to be Forgotten
Living Among Bigfoot: Last Resort
 

Read it now to find out why it has become the most popular bigfoot book series ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Lyons Books
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9798224105632

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LIVING AMONG BIGFOOT

VOLUMES 16-20

A recount by:

Tom Lyons

Cover art by:

Charles Guthrie

www.CharlesGuthrieStudio.com

LIVING AMONG BIGFOOT: VOLUMES 16-20

Copyright © 2019 Tom Lyons

All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior consent of the Author, with the exception of brief quotes used in reviews.

All information and opinions expressed in Living Among Bigfoot: Volumes 16-20 are entirely the Author’s and are based upon his own personal perspective and experiences. He does not purport the information presented in this book is based on any accurate, current or valid scientific knowledge.

Acknowledgments

It’s no easy task for someone to discuss their encounter with the sasquatch species. I would like to thank the many good people out there who made me feel as though my story matters. And thank you to those who obtained the courage to share their experiences.

This book is dedicated to my family and friends, as well as the believers, the knowers, and each and every individual who pushes for mainstream science to acknowledge the existence of these mysterious and elusive beings.

Contents

ROSE AND THE TALL MEN

SHOTS FIRED

WORDS OF WARNING

A GALA TO BE FORGOTTEN

LAST RESORT

Conclusion

Author’s Note

Mailing List Sign Up Form

Social Media

About the Author

ROSE AND THE TALL MEN

Chapter 1

Without a moment’s hesitation, I reached for Sarah’s hand and gently guided us both toward the nearest haystack. Every inch of my body was screaming at me to just run as fast as I could in the opposite direction, but my intuition insisted that doing so would be unwise. The sickening sound of teeth tearing at ligaments persisted in emanating throughout the vicinity; it was so loud in the surrounding silence that it felt as though it was broadcasting through a loudspeaker. I internally braced myself for the moment where the ugly hominid shifted its focus from its prey to its observers. With each trembling step that we took towards the relative safety of the haystack, I felt more and more panic-stricken. We were only inches from the barricade when suddenly the creature performed what I can only describe as an unconventional handstand.

It held this ‘handstand’ momentarily, before swiftly launching itself off its palms and leaping over the bloody corpse to obtain a better angle at another meaty location. To me, it seemed clear that we were now both standing within the scope of its peripheral vision, but it continued to pay full attention to its prey.

I let out a small sigh of relief as we made it behind the haystack undetected. I couldn’t help but reflect on how completely reckless it was to come out here, especially unarmed and without any means of protection whatsoever. Initially, I had understood why Sarah wanted to head on out here. I had empathized with her desire to tackle her fears head-on. However, all I could think about at that moment was how I had allowed her to step into harm’s way.

On the other hand, what were the chances that we were going to encounter something this gruesome and disturbing? To make things even more peculiar, this was all taking place in broad daylight. Perhaps these creatures weren’t as nocturnal as I had assumed.

We kneeled behind the haystack, and I began to soothingly rub Sarah’s quivering upper back while trying to decide what we ought to do next. There was not a single doubt in my mind that she was experiencing flashbacks to her first frightening encounter with this utterly bizarre ‘swamp ape’ species. I can’t lie; I was also scared out of my mind. I had to continuously remind myself that allowing us both to become paralyzed with fear would drastically decrease our chances of making it out of there unscathed.

After finally gaining the courage to take another look at the creature’s whereabouts, I peeked my head out ever so slightly past the wall of hay. The jaggedness of the tightly packed straws produced an unpleasant sensation against my right cheekbone as I struggled to get a good view. By the time I located the hominid, it already had its nostrils aimed high in the air. It was sniffing as if it had caught a whiff of something other than the fresh meat that lay before it. To make matters worse, Sarah’s breaths were becoming louder. I began to worry that she could be on the brink of an uncontrollable panic attack, something that would almost undoubtedly draw the creature’s eyes our way.

I’m not sure how I had failed to notice it sooner, but I suddenly saw that another one of the creatures was crouched on all fours only a few yards beyond the corpse and just off to the left. I suppose it was its shadowy fur, as well as its placidity that camouflaged it into the shaded, tropical backdrop. Though this creature didn’t seem to pay us any real attention, the fact that I couldn’t see its pupils made it difficult to know for sure. From where I stood, the eyes were nothing more than clouded, emotionless, dark marbles.

My anxiety grew as it occurred to me that we were nearly surrounded by woodland; there was no telling as to whether something might be viewing us from a different angle, even if my own eyes told me otherwise. I kept thinking about the photo that Mason had emailed to me, the one that captured a group of the creatures as they skulked around the marshland near his home. It was that image that had led me to believe these beasts were truly social beings. It wasn’t long before the original creature disregarded whatever scent had infiltrated its gaping nostrils. It resumed its ravenous feasting.

What should we do...? Sarah suddenly murmured under her breath. I steadily withdrew back behind the shield of hay. Her question reminded me that she perceived me as some sort of expert in this situation... if there even can be such a thing. I was having trouble coming up with the right thing to say; I didn’t want to reveal the truth about what I was thinking; that there was a damn good chance we were going to die. Our position made it much too risky for us to run in any direction; there was just too much distance between us and any kind of shelter. The stable had to have been a solid 50 or 60 yards away, and the path that would lead us there was a wide-open, straight shoot.

I think our best bet is to stay put, I whispered, at least for now. She continued to stare at the ground. It was as if she was too frightened look in any other direction out of fear for what she might lay eyes upon. I could still hear the bloody consumption and decided to take yet another peek. The second hominid was no longer visible; it had disappeared completely from view.

Out of the blue, our eardrums were shaken by another sound of excruciating anguish; the noise was so terrifyingly foreign that it took me a moment to realize it was emanating from the lungs of yet another horse. Sarah couldn’t help but look up to see what was unfolding. Four or five horses fled the scene.

Chapter 2

The tall and lanky hominid had one of the smaller horses in its grasp; its left arm was wrapped around the top of the head, while its right hand was around the muzzle. I’m not certain as to whether my assumption was accurate, but it appeared that the horse’s desperate squeal had angered the hominid. At this moment, the mysterious creature took on a more humanlike persona than ever before; it was exhibiting a very human emotional response. I’m still not exactly sure why the revelation was so stunning to me; after all, researchers have documented advanced expression in a wide array of primates. I suppose it maybe had more to do with the idea that something so large and agile could also have such a short temper. Further, it made me wonder whether heightened intelligence was at all beneficial to our survival, or if it merely increased the chances of us getting into trouble.

Sarah immediately began to weep as we witnessed the aggressor silence the screaming herbivore by rotating its head counterclockwise an entire 360 degrees. The sound of snapping ligaments and crackling bones would’ve been enough to make anyone with a sensitive stomach vomit. It exhibited such marvelous strength that it was almost incomprehensible. The hominid then released the prey from its grasp, seemingly causing the ground to tremor, as the massive, heavy torso plopped down upon the soil. Sarah couldn’t take it any longer. Before I could even attempt to stop her, she rose from where she knelt and began to sprint in the direction of the stable. I was on the brink of yelling for her to stop but quickly recognized that that would increase our chances of being spotted. At that moment, I felt there was no option other than to follow her lead.

As I ran, it was as though everything fell silent. I remember that I didn’t even glance over to my right or to my rear to check if we were being acknowledged by the creatures. It was like I had tunnel vision; my focus was on Sarah’s back, and I was fully prepared to launch myself at anything that might’ve tried to intercept her before she reached the open stable. I managed to catch up to her a second or two before we both made it inside.

Now soaked in sweat, Sarah and I sat with our backs against the side of a tractor that was likely used to haul the haystacks around the paddock. What do you think happened to Hal!? Sarah said between heavy breaths and sobs. I was much more concerned by the whereabouts of the creatures than a missing individual I had never met, so I didn’t reply. I peeked underneath the tractor to see whether I could see anything approaching. There was nothing. I turned my gaze to the side door that we originally came through. Suddenly, I heard the clicking of the teeth. The intermittent and irregular spacing of the noise immediately brought me to the conclusion that what we were hearing was a form of communication. As afraid as I was at the time, I was also fascinated. I had come across numerous accounts on the web that discussed this sort of thing taking place, but none of the creatures I had experienced out west displayed anything like this.

From what I could tell, the clicking noise was emanating from a lot closer to us than where the second horse had been killed. The clicking persisted for about 10 seconds until it was met with a more distant whoop, which sounded as though it came from the creature that was responsible for the initial kill. There was no doubt in my mind that we had been seen during our run for cover. However, I found it peculiar that we hadn’t yet been pursued. What was the reason for this delay?

As stealthily and as silently as possible, Sarah and I listened for anything entering the stable. Aside from the nearest exit, I was also surveying the room for any objects that could suffice as weapons; I was especially hoping for something sharp, as I had little confidence that I would be able to deliver an impactful blow with a blunt object.

The strange clicking noise began again, only this time it sounded as though it was emanating from back over where the second horse was slaughtered. Relief washed over me as I acknowledged the possibility that the hominids might be more interested in guarding their fresh kills rather than approaching us. Let’s go now...quickly, but stay quiet, I whispered to Sarah, gesturing in the direction of the door that was probably 20 yards from the tractor. I watched as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes in concentration for another moment; she needed to prepare herself mentally.

On the count of three, I whispered, One... two... three. It was right when I said the word three that I heard the clicking of the teeth once again, only this time it was much, much closer. The possibility that the hominids were only seconds away from stepping through the large entrance was enough to make me rethink our sprint for the doorway. I gripped Sarah’s hand before she had time to fully stand. Only a few seconds after I signaled for her to remain quiet, I saw them. As I ducked and looked through the open space below the tractor, I caught sight of the somewhat patchy and unkempt feet of the hominid on the dusty barn flooring. I couldn’t help but be reminded of when the beast had unexpectantly entered my home in Idyllwild. Though these creatures appeared different in a variety of ways, they had a similar way of instantly instilling fear.

I held my breath out of fear that the slightest inhale or exhale might give us away. I was unsure whether the thing knew our exact whereabouts. I continued to watch the feet without moving a muscle and internally prayed that Sarah sensed that she should do the same.

Chapter 3

The creature just stood there. I so badly wanted to know what it was thinking, what it was planning. I could only see below the creature’s shins, but I could tell that its humungous frame was swaying from the way the toe and calf muscles contracted. It felt like time briefly stood still. I attempted to predict how things were going to unfold and what my most practical response would be. Another whoop abruptly echoed throughout the air. The sound still seemed to be coming from the place where the first horse had fallen in a pool of its own blood. I held my breath as I watched the hairy legs rotate 180 degrees; the hominid nimbly dropped down onto all fours and left the stable.

Sarah and I both sprang up and powerwalked for the door. I gripped her hand in mine. I remember feeling immensely grateful that the side door did not make any noise as we opened it. The hinges seemed to have been recently greased. I began to feel a hint of confidence that we were going to make it out of there safely.

We must’ve been a good 70 yards away from the stable when Sarah began to sob hysterically; the tears that she had been holding back for the last few minutes poured out of her. I could tell that she wanted to stop and talk for a moment, but my intuition told me that we needed to continue moving. Suddenly, a couple of dogs came into view; it wasn’t long before I realized that it was Bert and Ernie, the canines who had eagerly greeted me when I had first arrived at Midwood. As they came closer, it was obvious that they weren’t in a playful mood; instead, they seemed wary, and Ernie even let out a menacing snarl. I was in disbelief; how could they treat us as though we were strangers or intruders? Suddenly, I remembered the frightening time that Lyle, Abigail, and I were attacked by the pack of coyotes at my property. Could these southern creatures also potentially possess the ability to command and manipulate other animals such as the domesticated dogs?

I was fully anticipating that Bert was about to pounce, so I quickly stepped in front of Sarah to shield her from the oncoming attack. I planted my foot and readied myself to deliver a kick to the animal. Bert snarled once more and sprinted towards the two of us full speed. As I was almost in range to kick him, Bert suddenly changed directions and ran right around us. Sarah and I spun around to see a dark figure rise out of the marshland. Bert lunged at the thing’s lower left leg. The pitch pierced my ears, causing them to ring. The large, hairy, almost tarantula-like organism tried to swat Ernie away, but the loyal canine continued to circle and snap at the monstrous beast. It was clear that the creature was