>live out in rural Alaska on my own far away from people, used to live with fiancée but we got in a fight weeks ago and she left with some of her stuff for a plane home. This is only relevant because my mental health can be called into question here, her leaving hasn't affected me too much except for the fact I miss physical comfort.
>Again live out in the fucking nowhere isolated, love the snow and can stand the cold. Yes I trip out here sometimes and there's fantastic meditation spots but I don't do it often and I'm usually under the influence, haven't done it in a while and no I'm not experiencing any kind of withdraws from shrooms.
>two days ago I go take a smoke outside to blow off steam because I got to thinking about the fiancée, lets call her Kim. Think about mediating sober and putting my feelings on the entire situation far from me but I can't get comfortable enough, blow off some steam with a smoke, I only smoke outside because I'm not a barbarian and if I smoked in the house I'd go through my cartons way too fast.
>get my Winchester Model 70 no scope or any tacticool shit. This is a nice gun encase I run into a bear, kind of hoping I do so I can eat bear again, we have a law stating you can kill any animal in a survival situation. Only take a few rounds because 30-06 is hard to stockpile and I end up taking too many potshots at stuff.
>go through an entire pack just wandering around enjoying the atmosphere, completely calm now until I THINK I see a human in the distance.
>again I live far from anyone else and my neighbors don't poke around in my side of the wilderness so I'm curious, the closer I get the bigger I realize this thing is and feel stupid for mistaking a bear for a person.
>know this thing looks too humanoid to be a bear but too big and animal like to be human.
>honestly doubt bigfoot lives in Alaska
>spend an entire three minutes I'd assume watching this thing and getting closer until it notices me and I become sure what this thing is.
>A tall very very lightly furred humanoid that literally walks on two legs and has a goat-like head without horns.
>completely inhuman, doesn't have fingers but seems to have paws. Visable muscle tone
>completely fucking stumped on what the fuck I'm shooting at, yes I shot it while it walked towards me. Thought I missed the first shot and quickly knocked back the bolt while holding my ground.
>adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I completely forget I'm cold but I start to shiver from something that is 100% emotional. Not quite fear but there is a good bit of that.
>second round hits the chest, this causes it to speed the fuck up and I aim for the leg and it doesn't fall, it completely stops.
>shoot it again as it turns around aiming for the head but miss, it runs away and I'm not sure I hit the knee anymore. A short holy fuck moment ensues and I pursue it with my last round in the chamber, no blood anywhere.
>lose sight of it around a hilly area, this thing had white fur and I'm 100% sure I'd either become famous or killed by the illuminati if I actually bagged the thing.
>give up because I'm still shivering and trek home while shaking deciding if I did shoot the shit out of this thing it'll die not far from here and the December cold will keep it fresh atleast a day.
>get home and my door open, don't lock the door because the only person who lives near me is a really good ways away plus he's white.
>this scares the living fuck out of me
>go around sticking my gun in the windows and searching my house from the outside before actually going in
>100% sure I shut my door to keep the heat in.
>nothing inside out of the ordinary except my fucking bed has been moved from the wall to the middle of my room
>try to call up my neighbor to lie about my heater being broken and ask if I can stay with him for a day.
>no answer
>super fucking paranoid I push my bed back into place and sit all night with other guns pointed at the door until I become too tired to care, locked everything down and literally built a hall of death with some furniture strings and bipods to let me shoot a semi-auto shotgun, double barrel and an AR15 at once down the hallway that should be easy enough to point at windows.
>get too tired to about personal safety care and fall asleep. Everything is fine the next day.
>Today when I woke up I went piss when I was coming back there was a literal snake hanging from the light on my ceiling right above my door.
>snakes aren't native here because it's super fucking cold and hard for a carnivorous reptile to survive here.
>shot it with a 22 and still beat the thing with a replica sword I had from a fare I went to when I was 13
>literally have a dead snake in my house so I know I can't be tripping, closed eyes and looked at it for a while, left and came back to find it still there.