Secret Sasquatch

Jerard and Red are sitting on the couch watching tv, Red leaning against his right side, a blanket wrapped around her. A fire crackles in the fireplace, providing warmth to the house alongside the heater. Randy enters the house, soaking wet from the rain, his boots tracking mud as he hurries to the kitchen.

"Everything alright?" Jerard asks as him and Red turn to him. Randy pulls out a camera and some batteries from his inside jacket pocket. He leans onto the counter by the stove, putting his elbows on it as he puts the batters inside the camera. Jerard and Red walk up to him as he turns the camera on, playing the most recent video on it. They can hear something rummaging and hitting metal as the video shows the hole in the side of the locker room. As the camera moves to inside the locker room, there's a loud sound of a foot hitting concrete, followed by an angrily grunt. Suddenly, something large and covered in brown fur appears from behind lockers a couple rows down. The thing turns showing a face, dark brown eyes glaring at the camera.

It suddenly lets out a roar and starts charging toward the camera, it's not until it's only a few yards away does however's holding it finally starts to move. The camera is pointed to the ground, moving all around before the front gate and someone's leg appears in frame.

"Take off your jacket!" Someone yells.

Suddenly the camera moves forward and then the video ends.

Jerard, Randy, and Red are all left standing there, staring at the camera as the tv plays in the background. They all look up to the tv when it says something that catches their attention.

"Next up on Monsters: Myth or Reality, we'll be trying to track down the elusive Bigfoot,"

"Where did you find this?" Jerard asks Randy.

"I was given it by a police officer outside the sawmill. It belonged to two kids who had trespassed,"

"You don't think that, there's really a Bigfoot here, do you?"

"Their car hood was smashed, and last I checked you were here with Red, so it couldn't have been you. Only question is, why is it here?"

"What do you mean?" Red asks.

"Surely if it had been here while for awhile, Jerard would have killed it, after all sasquatch aren't exactly the friendliest of creatures,"

"I've never seen anything like that for as long as I've been here, I've never seen anything except myself to be honest,"

Randy just stares at the camera, and replays the video, pausing it when the creature first turns to the teens. He deletes the video and turns the camera off.

"Why'd you delete it?" Jerard asks as Randy heads for the front door.

"We can't let the town know that there's a monster on the loose, they'll all freak out," Randy stops at the front door, placing his hand on the doorknob, "Just stay here until I get back, let me know if you see anything, got it?"

Jerard nods in response, and Randy leaves for the station.

"Dad, are we going to be hunting down a sasquatch?" Red asks as she looks up at him.

"Of course not, it'd be too dangerous for you. Besides, I'm sure Randy has other plans. Come on, let's go back to the couch and change the tv to some cartoons,"

Driving to town, Randy reaches the station and parks by the front. He gets out and heads inside, where Helena greets him from behind the front desk.

"Where's Billy at?"

"He's in the interrogation room. The parents of the two kids arrived not long ago, I imagine they're being scolded as we speak,"

"Thanks," Randy replies before heading down the left hall and to the interrogation room. He heads to the side hidden by the two-way glass where Billy and one of the boy's mothers is standing. One of the boys from the sawmill is sitting at a table on the other side of the glass, his father leading down toward him and looking very upset.

"Here's the camera," Randy says as he takes it out from his jacket pocket and hands it to Billy.

"Thanks," Billy replies as he takes the camera, "Find anything interesting?"

"Nope," Randy turns to other room, listening in on the conversation.

"Dad, I didn't break the fence it was-!"

"Todd," His father interrupts, "If you say it was sasquatch one more time, you're going to be grounded for another weak,"

"But dad I swear, I'm telling you the truth!" Todd whines "You've seen it, I heard you talking about it and how all the other workers have seen it too!"

"I don't wanna hear another word from you, you're grounded for two weeks and that's that. You'll be lucky if Randy doesn't come in here and start questioning you himself," And the father leaves the room, the kid looking baffled and worried. He slumps down, looking down at the table. The father comes walking into the the room behind the glass.

"Sorry for all the damage my kid did," The father apologizes to Randy, "I can pay you back if you-"

"No need," Randy interrupts, "I'm not going to press charges and I'm not going to cut your pay or anything of that sorts. Just, take your kid and go," Randy states, knowing he wouldn't be able to ask the kid for more details without sounding like a crazy person or raising suspicion. Randy leaves the station, the two teens and their parents shortly following afterwards. As Randy gets into his truck he hears the parents of the other kid shouting at him for wrecking the car and leaving it at the sawmill.

He heads home, thinking of a plan on how to find the real culprit.

…

"At the sawmill? Alright, I'll head over there right now," George puts the phone down, takes the last bite of his cheeseburger and grabs his keys, heading out of his office and into the garage. He walks past all the machinery and runs out from the shelter into the rain, hurrying to his tow truck. He takes off, leaving town and heading into the woods to the sawmill. Driving through the empty woods he hears nothing but the low hum from his radio as he quietly plays music, the rain falling on top of his car to the rhythm as his windshield wipers occasionally brush off all the water and let him see the road ahead more clearly.

Nothing is in sight all around except trees. He suddenly slams on the breaks as a deer comes running across the road.

"Jesus…" George says as he remembers to breath again, turning off the radio.

He's too startled from the deer to notice what had been chasing it. He stares in the direction the deer had taken off for a few seconds before he turns forward and takes his foot off the breaks. He continues his drive through the woods, reaching the sawmill after a couple more minutes. He parks in front of the car and gets out of the truck. The engine hums as his boots step onto the mud. He moves to the back where the hook is and looks at the hood of the car, seeing how heavily damaged it is.

"Looks like a bear fell onto it or something…" He mutters to himself as he stares at it. He walks over to a small panel on the side of the truck bed and opens the flap to reveal the controls for the hook. He lowers the chains and as the hook goes underneath the front of the car he realizes something.

"Aw shit, I don't have the key to this," He walks around his truck and to the driver's side of the car, checking if the door's unlocked. The door opens with no problem and he checks inside the vehicle. He's startled by a sudden eruption of thunder echoing through the mountains. He checks the ignition and sees the keys are inside it still. He lets out a sigh of relief and turns it forward. He then puts the car in neutral and hurries back to the controls for his hook, the rain starting to fall harder. He pulls the car closer to the truck and pulls the front part off the ground, the wheels hanging like limp feet. He heads around to the driver's side of his truck, opening the door, but stopping when he sees something in the reflection of the rear view mirror. Something large, and covered in brown fur.

He turns around, seeing the creature standing yards away, behind some trees. It's watching him. The man is frozen with terror until the beast lets out a viscous roar.