When Bigfoot Comes Knocking

What happens when your quiet fishing retreat becomes the stage for a nightmare on two legs? We take you from golden-hour beers on a west-facing porch to the breath-fogged minutes after 2 a.m., when heavy footsteps circle the cabin, windows rattle, and a pair of eyes stare back from the dark. Leonard’s hand-built getaway near De Queen Lake starts as a rustic slice of heaven—lanterns, a jon boat, and a loft bed—then levels up with electricity, water, and the kind of comfort that whispers you could live here forever. That confidence breaks on the water with a “bear” that refuses to drop to all fours, a face that reads human, and hands where paws should be.

The night escalates from stew and jokes to a measured test of nerve. Something tries the door, then each window, breathing like a furnace. A warning shot punches the ceiling. The intruder moves to the shed and the boat, rummaging through the place where snacks sleep. When Leonard steps outside to check the yard, he meets it—massive, black, and close enough to see yellow teeth. He doesn’t fire. He calculates. The scream that follows is a body-blow, and then the woods swallow it whole. Dawn reveals a dragged ice chest, empty of food, and a sheriff’s office that’s heard too many stories to mount a search without injuries.

Across the arc of this tale, we explore the tension between evidence and survival, the way fear rearranges priorities, and why “get the photo” vanishes the moment something impossible stands twenty yards away. Expect vivid storytelling, backwoods details, and a grounded look at what a Bigfoot encounter means when you live with the consequences. If you’ve ever wondered how you’d react when the unknown finds your front porch, this is your blueprint for fight, freeze, or rethink your life choices.

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Transcript

Leonard’s Cabin And Lake Life

Upgrades And A Plan To Settle In

The “Bear” That Walked Like A Man

Dusk, Doubt, And No Footprints

Footsteps On The Porch At 2 A.M.

Face To Face With Bigfoot

Dawn, Missing Food, And The Report

Aftermath And Parting With The Cabin

Closing And Subscribe

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Welcome to Creep Radio, where we dive deep into the dark, the bizarre and the unexplained. Dim the lights and lock your doors. Prepare to get creeped out. Because the unknown is calling. We're about to answer. I'm your host, the Master Freed. Tonight's story: Bigfoot tries to break into our cabin. My name is Leonard, and I love to go fishing. I owned a small plot of land just outside of the Queen, Arkansas. It was near De Queen Lake. And in 1984, I built a cabin from a kit to have a place to go vacation. Now my cabin was just a small one-room cabin with a kitchen area and a living area. It was about 600 square feet. It had a tall roof and I had a sleeping area in the loft. I didn't have electricity or running water, so we had to use lanterns and we brought in our own water. I had an outhouse about 40 yards away from the cabin. The cabin had windows on three sides and it had a front door. I had a small fireplace. I also built a great-looking covered front porch. My cabin faced west, so I often would sit on the front porch and drink beer and watch the sun go down. I also owned a John boat that I kept in a covered shed close to my cabin. My cabin was very close to the lake, but I couldn't launch the boat at the cabin, so I had to drive about three miles away to a boat ramp. In 1994, ten years after I built my cabin, I had the opportunity to have electric power and running water added. This was going to be a major expense, but I decided to go for it. The electric company agreed to put in a power pole and an outside light on the pole, but I had to do all of the electrical work inside the cabin and get it inspected before they would hook up my cabin with electricity. I decided to spend an entire month redesigning my cabin floor to run electrical and water pipes. A good fishing buddy of mine named Steve joined me. Just so happened that Steve was a licensed electrician. I had Steve come out to the cabin over the weekend to install a power circuit breaker box and do all of the wiring. I was really looking forward to getting running water and electric power to my cabin. A bathroom was added so that I had to expand the cabin by another hundred square feet. I remember telling Steve that I could actually live out here if I wanted to. After making all of the improvements to my cabin, I invited Steve to come down for a week of fishing. We took the boat to a local boat ramp and decided to drive the boat back to the shore close to my cabin. As we got closer to the shore, Steve shouted, Look, there's a bear. We do have a lot of bears around my area, and most of them are smaller black bears. I looked up at the bear which was about a hundred yards away. This bear was scratching his back against the tree so he was standing up on his back legs. But then I saw the bear do something that most bears just don't do. He walked from the tree to where he was scratching his back down a trail and disappeared in the woods, but he never went down on all four legs. He walked like a person, not a bear. Steve asked, Are you sure that was a bear? And I said, Well what else could it have been? It was strange that he didn't go back down on all four legs. I pulled out a set of binoculars and I focused on the area. And then I saw the bear return to the tree. He was still standing on just two legs. This was the largest black bear I've ever seen. He must be standing eight feet into the air. I focused on the bear's head and then I saw a face. That's not a bear. That looks like a a giant hairy man. And then I noticed at the end of his arms, those were not paws, they were hands. That's a that's a Bigfoot, Steve. Steve said, What? I gave Steve the binoculars and he looked through and he said holy shit. And at this point, Bigfoot looked up our way and he saw us, and then he took off in a flash into the woods. Steve said, You know that thing was pretty close to your cabin, and I said, Yeah, I do. I do have a gun, but I don't usually carry it around unless I'm going out into the woods to look for firewood. I said, I think I'll start carrying my gun all the time. Steve asked, Do you want to go back and look for this thing? We need to at least get a picture. I said, Are you serious? Did you see the mouth on that thing? Steve said, Well at least go back and let's see if there's any footprints. So Steve and I walked back over to the lake over to the area where we saw a Bigfoot, but we never found any tracks. It was pretty dry on the ground, it was hard. We did find an area where there was a dead deer, and it looked like something had been eating it. The sun was starting to set, so we decided to go back to the boat and take it back to the ramp and put it back on the trailer and call it a day. After the sun went down, Steve and I cooked some beef stew and had a few beers. We went out on the front porch and talked about fishing and told a few jokes, but mostly we talked about seeing a Bigfoot. Steve said, You know, no one's gonna believe us. And I said, Well, I don't really care. I know what I saw. We decided to go inside and go to bed. Steve slept in the living room area on a couch and I had my bed in my loft. About two in the morning I woke up to the sound of someone walking around on my porch. I climbed out of the loft and Steve was already awake. Steve said he heard someone trying to open the front door. I grabbed my gun and I yelled, Who's there? And all I could hear was something very big breathing. It sounded like a large grizzly bear, but it was walking around like a man. We stood in the center of the room and listened as this thing walked around the outside. I could hear him trying to get into each window, and then back to the front porch again. He was breathing very hard and started to make sounds like he was frustrated. I was scared to death. I didn't know what to do. I fired my gun up at the ceiling just to let him know that I had a gun. Steve didn't know that I was gonna do that, and he let out a scream and he ducked his head. I think I scared Steve more than our Bigfoot. And then I heard the Bigfoot open my shed and I could hear him going through my boat. After a while everything got quiet, and about ten minutes later, I carefully unlocked the front door and I stepped out into the porch with my gun in my hand. Steve was right behind me. I noticed a big black hairy Bigfoot standing between me and my shed about twenty yards away. He was enormous and he had yellow teeth. His eyes were piercing and he was focused on me. I didn't shoot him because at the time I thought I would just piss him off. I thought Steve was behind me, but Steve had bolted back into the cabin and slammed the front door, and now I was stuck on the outside with Bigfoot, and he wasn't too happy that I was there. He yelled out the most terrifying scream that I have ever heard in my life. Then he turned and he ran back into the woods. I was so scared that I could hardly move. I ran back to the front door and started screaming for Steve to open the door. Open the door! Open the door, it's me! Steve opened the door and later apologized for locking me out of my own cabin. And I never got a picture, but I can tell you this. When you come face to face with Bigfoot, believe me, getting a picture is the last thing on your mind. I was just happy to still be alive. By this time it was about 3.30 in the morning. Both Steve and I were too worked up to go back to sleep, so we stayed up and waited for the sun to rise. After it was light, we went exploring around the cabin and we found Bigfoot took our ice chest down a small trail and he had opened it up. We had some food in it, but of course now it was gone. Steve and I went into the Queen, Arkansas, and we visited Xavier County Sheriff's Office to file a report. We talked to an officer who said he had several reports of things like this happening before. He said unless there was an actual attack where someone got hurt, he couldn't really delegate any resources to finding a Bigfoot. Looking back on this, I'm not even sure if the sheriff took us seriously. Maybe he thought we were just a couple of guys who had too much to drink. We didn't have any evidence to show. No pictures of Bigfoot, nothing but a broken screen on the window and an empty ice chest. Steve is still one of my best fishing buddies. Steve and I get together every once in a while to go fishing, but we don't go camping anymore. I ended up selling the land and the cabin just because I was too scared to go back there at night and sleep. Of course, I didn't tell the new owner about my Bigfoot encounter. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do, but I had the feeling that he wouldn't have believed me anyway. Thanks for listening to Creep Radio. Don't forget to subscribe and share with your friends. For more links to other creepy content, visit us at creepradio.com. Oh, but wait, we're not done yet. Listen to this.