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Stay tuned for the craziest possible bigfoot stuff Shehry:
(5th August 1992)A handsome man who is also the elder brother of Hussain. He rocks!
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He tends to have the limelight along with his brother during their Youtube videos, especially starring as Dolly Aunty. Hussain Asif:
A 20 year old (19.10.1993), who first started 'DhoomBros' 6 years ago along with his elder brother (Shehryaar Asif). His dashing looks and sweet personality portrayed in the DhoomBros productions gets everyone hooked. This talented actor, dancer and DJ has won the he

arts of many around the globe and will do anything to keep his fans entertained with his contagious smile. Waqas Riaz:
12th february 1989 Waqas is the cousin of Shehry and Hussain. Despite being the eldest, his personality and love for having fun makes him seem much younger. Atif Khan:
28th March 1994, is the youngest and joined Hussain, Shehry and Waqas in some of their later videos.Shehry's friend, the two of them make a cheeky, immature pair with personalities that are impossible to dislike.

29/10/2025

1 MINUTE AGO: Bryce Johnson Confirms the Drone Footage Discovery Never Aired...

Deep in the untouched wilderness of Oregon, where fog drifts through ancient pines and silence feels alive, a group of explorers thought they were chasing a legend. What they found instead was something that defied explanation. When Bryce Johnson and his Expedition Bigfoot team launched a drone into an abandoned mine, it wasn’t supposed to disappear. Yet seconds after it entered the darkness, every signal — video, telemetry, sound — was gone. Then, a single frame flickered through the static. Something was moving in the dark.
At first, they thought it was interference. A glitch. But the shape that appeared — tall, humanlike, breathing — was unmistakably real. The air turned heavy, the forest fell silent, and even the equipment began to fail. Batteries drained, cameras froze, and what was meant to be a routine survey became a descent into the unknown.
Locals called the place The Hollow, an old collapsed mineshaft buried under red stone and myth. They said lights moved there at night — and that whatever lived inside wasn’t human. The team had come for science: data, evidence, proof. Instead, they found fear.
What shut down their drone that day wasn’t terrain, or weather, or mechanical failure. It was something else — something aware. And as the crew watched the static pulse on their monitor, one thought echoed through every mind on site: We didn’t lose contact. It cut us off.
This is the story of the mine that shouldn’t exist… and the moment Expedition Bigfoot realized they might not be the only ones searching the dark...

22/10/2025

Guys, what you’re about to hear doesn’t just sound unbelievable—it shattered the internet. In less than 48 hours, this footage racked up over 50 million views, crashed Reddit’s servers, and even forced Wikipedia to temporarily lock its Bigfoot page. By the third day, the University of Washington had called an emergency press conference. Why? Because one man’s hiking trip may have just rewritten human history.
October 2024. Jake Jackson, a 34-year-old software engineer from Seattle, set out alone into the Cascade Mountains. He was nearly 40 miles from the nearest town, completely off-grid, when he stopped at a creek to refill his water bottles. That’s when it happened.
With his Canon R5 camera, Jake captured something so impossible, so crystal clear, that experts are still struggling to process it. Not shadows. Not blurry silhouettes. But four massive creatures—tall, muscular, covered in thick fur—moving with intelligence, using tools, and even communicating. The video is in 4K, 120 frames per second. You can see water dripping from their bodies. You can see the expressions on their faces.
The footage was quickly analyzed by Dr. Jennifer Hullbrook, a primatologist at the University of Washington. Her verdict was blunt: “This cannot be faked with current technology.” Hollywood’s top visual effects teams tried to replicate it. They failed. Every detail—the muscle fibers, the bone structure, the anatomy—was flawless.
And then came the DNA results. Samples of hair Jake collected from the site revealed a new primate species that split from humans nearly two million years ago.
In less than six months, the U.S. government went from denying Bigfoot existed… to passing emergency legislation protecting them under federal law.
But the most chilling part?
One of the creatures stopped. Looked directly at Jake. And seemed to know.

20/10/2025

I Became Close Friends With Bigfoot" - Boy's Shocking Sasquatch Encounter
When I was nine years old, I met something that shouldn’t exist. Something that’s haunted the edge of my memory ever since. I’ve never told anyone outside my family—not because I’m ashamed, but because no one would ever believe me. But it happened. I know what I saw. I know what I heard. And I know what I felt that day, deep in the forest behind our farm.
We lived miles from anyone else, surrounded by nothing but fields, dirt roads, and endless trees. Our house was small, old, and creaked when the wind blew, but the forest—it was alive. My parents always warned me not to go too far in. “Stay where you can still see the house,” they’d say. “Don’t lose sight of home.” But when you’re nine years old, rules feel more like challenges. And I was always curious about what lay past the line where the yard ended and the wild began.
That summer, I started pushing deeper and deeper into the woods. At first, it was just to climb higher trees, find new creeks, or see how far I could go before I got scared. But every time I went back, something pulled me farther. Like the forest wanted me there.
The day it happened, the air was heavy and still, the sky bright and merciless. I remember stepping past a fallen log covered in pale mushrooms and thinking I’d only go a little farther—just to see what was beyond the next ridge. Two hours later, the light had changed. The air turned cold. Thunder rumbled. And when I finally turned to go home, I realized something that made my stomach drop—
I didn’t know the way back. And that’s when I heard it...

14/10/2025

Bigfoot Attacks Cyclists On Appalachian Trail In 2025 | BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER
High in the mist-shrouded ridges of the Appalachian Mountains, three cyclists disappeared without a trace. What began as a thrilling backcountry expedition became one of the most disturbing wilderness mysteries in recent history. Their names were Devin Matthews, Jake Rodriguez, and Marcus Thompson—seasoned riders, explorers, and friends. They set out for adventure. Only one of them would vanish into legend.
When rescuers finally reached their last campsite, what they found didn’t belong in any survival manual. Torn tents. Shredded gear. Two lifeless bodies showing trauma unlike any known predator attack. And 200 yards away, buried beneath a mess of branches and dirt—a single GoPro camera and a waterproof journal.
Inside those pages, Devin Matthews had written his final words. They weren’t just travel notes or weather updates. They were a desperate record—a minute-by-minute account of something stalking them through the woods. Something that watched. That mimicked. That spoke.
Locals had warned them. The old stories about Jefferson National Forest—about the sounds that echoed at night, about the eyes that gleamed from the treeline. But no one ever believed them.
Now, for the first time, the recordings from that GoPro reveal what might have really happened in those mountains. And perhaps, who—or what—has been trying to communicate all along.
This isn’t just a story about three men who got lost. It’s about what found them. And once you hear the sounds they captured, you might never walk through the woods the same way again

12/10/2025

Veteran Found a Giant Bigfoot Chained To a Tree With a Note — What Happened Next Was Unbelievable
They said the war had taken everything from him — his brothers, his peace, even the sound of silence. But Daniel Cross knew better. The war hadn’t ended when he came home. It had simply changed shape. Now it lived in the frozen valleys of Montana, in the echo of his boots on hard ground, in the ghosts that followed him through every sleepless dawn.
That morning, the sky hung low and heavy, the kind of gray that swallowed sound. Frost glazed the pines, the air so sharp it bit his lungs. Daniel followed the creek like he always did when the nightmares drove him outside, hoping the cold would numb what medicine couldn’t. The world was still — too still — until he saw it.
At first, it looked like a shadow slumped against a tree, half-buried in ice and mist. Then the wind shifted. The smell hit him — blood, sweat, iron — the unmistakable scent of something that had fought and lost. He crept closer, hand on his knife, every step a memory of battle.
What lay before him wasn’t any animal he knew. Broad shoulders covered in matted hair. Chains sunk deep into skin that looked carved from bark. Steam rose weakly from its breath. And around its neck — a torn scrap of leather, a note fluttering in the wind.
Forgive me.
The words bled across the paper, trembling in his hand. Daniel looked up — and met its eyes. Not wild. Not empty. But ancient, human, and unbearably sad. For the first time in years, something inside him broke the silence.
“Who did this to you?”
The mountains didn’t answer. Only the sound of chains, and a dying thing that shouldn’t exist

11/10/2025

I Found a Hungry Young Bigfoot Lost in the Woods — Then The Incredible Happened - Sasquatch Story

You’re going to think I’ve lost my mind. Honestly, I thought the same thing for days after it happened. But I can’t keep it to myself anymore—because what I saw in the Oregon wilderness changed everything I thought I knew about what’s really out there in our forests.
Three years ago, I set out on a solo camping trip deep in the Cascade Range, about forty miles northeast of Bend. Remote country. The kind of place where you can hike for days and never see another human being. That was the point—I needed solitude. After my divorce, I craved silence, space, and the raw comfort of nature. Just me, my tent, and a week’s worth of supplies.
The first couple of nights were perfect. Clear skies. The clean, pine-heavy air. The crackle of my fire under a sky crowded with stars. I felt like the last person alive, tucked in a cathedral of Douglas firs older than memory itself. But on the third night, everything changed.
I woke around midnight to a sound that froze me in place. Crying. Not animal sounds. Not the shrill screech of an owl or the eerie bark of a fox. This was different. Fragile. Heartbreaking. It sounded exactly like a child—lost, alone, terrified—wandering somewhere out in the trees.
The sobbing drifted in waves, sometimes closer, sometimes farther, as if whoever it was had no direction. I sat upright in my sleeping bag, pulse hammering, every instinct torn between fear and responsibility. My rational brain tried to dismiss it—wind, maybe, or some animal call I didn’t know—but deep down, I couldn’t shake the truth.
This was human. Or at least, it sounded human.
And the next morning, when I followed the sound’s direction, what I found nearly made me drop my camera...

11/10/2025

Hunter Films a Sasquatch Fishing in a River - Terrifying Bigfoot Encounters

I shouldn’t have gone to the river that morning. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can still see it—the way the light broke through the trees, the way the air shifted, and the sound that made my stomach twist. Part of me wishes I’d stayed in camp, wrapped in my damp sleeping bag, ignorant of what waited beyond the tree line. But another part knows I couldn’t have avoided it. Some things demand to be witnessed, whether you’re ready or not.
It was the fifth day of my hunt, deep in the Pacific Northwest backcountry, farther from civilization than most people ever dare to go. Eight hours of driving, twelve miles of hiking, and suddenly I was in a place where cell phones were dead weight and the only neighbors had claws, fangs, or antlers. I’d come for elk, hoping to fill the freezer before winter, but all I’d found were empty tracks and fading droppings. By the time dawn broke that morning, I was tired, dirty, and more discouraged than I cared to admit.
Still, I could hear the river calling. Every night it had been there, a low rushing in the dark, a reminder of cold water, clean air, maybe even fish. I wanted to wash, to feel human again. So I left camp with my rifle slung over my shoulder and picked my way through the ferns and moss-covered logs, careful as I could be. The forest was thick, swallowing sound, but I knew I was making noise. And then, as the first pale light filtered between the trunks, I froze.
Something wasn’t right.
I held my breath, listening. The river roared louder just ahead—but beneath it came another sound...

11/10/2025

'I HAD TO SAVE IT' - Hunter Saves a Wounded Bigfoot from a Frozen Lake - Sasquatch Encounter Story

I know how insane this sounds. Believe me, I’ve tried to explain it to myself a thousand different ways—hypothermia, exhaustion, some trick of the mind brought on by too many hours alone on the ice. But then I look at the scars across my palms, the rope burns that lingered for weeks after, and I know the truth: it was real. I know what I dragged out of that frozen lake.

It was late January, the kind of cold that crushes the air in your lungs and seeps into your bones. I’d gone ice fishing on a lake so remote you can’t even get a radio signal. No cabins, no other fishermen, just white silence stretching miles in every direction. That was the point—solitude. After the chaos of the holidays, I needed it.

By midafternoon, I’d caught a fair haul of perch and was thinking about packing up when I heard it. At first, I thought it was the ice shifting—the kind of low, booming cracks that make the hair on your arms stand up. But then came the splashing. Violent. Desperate. Something was thrashing in the water, fighting for its life.

A moose, I thought. Or maybe an elk. They wander too close to the thinner ice near shore sometimes, and once they go through, they don’t last long. I should have turned back. That’s what every rational part of me screamed. But there was something in those sounds—a raw, frantic will to survive—that pulled me forward.

When I finally reached the eastern shore, I saw it. A jagged hole in the ice, fifteen feet across, black water heaving inside. And in that water, something was fighting to surface. Something I will never forget... Ẩn bớt

11/10/2025

THEY CAGED BIGFOOT' - Rangers' Terrifying BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER STORY

I never believed in Bigfoot. Not in campfire stories, not in blurry photographs, not in the late-night whispers people tell to scare each other. Monsters don’t exist—or at least, that’s what I thought. But three years ago, in the deep backcountry where cell signals die and shadows live longer than the daylight, I came face to face with something I still can’t explain. Something that wakes me up drenched in cold sweat, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape my chest.

My name doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve been a park ranger for fifteen years, and in that time, I’ve stared down every predator these mountains can spit at you—bears, wolves, even a cougar that came at me with a hunger I’ll never forget. I thought I knew fear. I thought I understood the rules of the wild. I was wrong.

It began with a phone call on a Tuesday morning in late September. My supervisor’s voice was different that day—tight, strained, like every word weighed something he didn’t want to carry. He told me there was a “special assignment.” Triple pay. Classified. And one condition: silence. Not a word to anyone.

That should’ve been enough to make me walk away. But my truck was broken, my daughter was starting college soon, and desperation makes you ignore the warning bells. So the next morning, just before dawn, I showed up at the ranger station.

A black pickup waited in the lot. Three men inside, all of them strangers to me except for two fellow rangers—men I trusted with my life. None of them smiled. None of them spoke. And in the silence, as we drove deeper into the forest on roads I’d never seen, I realized something.

We weren’t hunting an animal. We were being led into something else

11/10/2025

Sasquatch Spoke To Me" - Old Man's Terrifying Bigfoot Encounter Story

I’m seventy-three years old, and I’ve never breathed a word of this to anyone—except my neighbor, the only soul who saw me through the worst of it. Most folks would probably chalk it up to old age or an overactive imagination. But what happened to me this past April, high in the mountains, ripped apart everything I thought I knew about these ancient woods.
For fifteen years, I’ve lived alone in a weather-beaten cabin, eight miles up a dirt track so forgotten you wouldn’t even call it a road. It’s just me, a vegetable garden, and enough firewood to survive the kind of winters that kill the unprepared. I’ve always liked the quiet. Always thought I understood it.
Then April came. And with it, something else.
At first it was subtle—small disturbances I brushed off as wildlife shaking off winter’s sleep. My neatly stacked woodpile began to change overnight. Not toppled, not vandalized, but rearranged. Heavy logs on top one day, lined up by length the next—patterns I never made. I told myself I was misremembering. At my age, that’s easy enough to believe.
Then I saw the prints.
In the damp soil of my garden, where nothing should have been, lay tracks that froze me to the spot. They looked human at a glance, but no human foot was that big, that wide, that wrong. Eighteen inches long at least, toes splayed like grasping fingers, each impression sunk deep as if made by something far heavier than any man.
And that’s when the nights changed—the footsteps, the circling, the sense of something vast and patient just beyond my walls, waiting...

I took this picture of my buddy filming this Bigfoot we snuck up on, this thing had to be pushing 20 feet tall. It ended...
07/10/2025

I took this picture of my buddy filming this Bigfoot we snuck up on, this thing had to be pushing 20 feet tall. It ended up shape-shifting into a grasshopper so my buddy caught it And put it in a glass jar. He left it on his kitchen table and when he got home the table was flattened and there was a big hole in his Wall where it busted its way out

06/10/2025

'I HAD TO SAVE IT' - Hunter Saves a Wounded Bigfoot from a Frozen Lake - Sasquatch Encounter Story

I know how insane this sounds. Believe me, I’ve tried to explain it to myself a thousand different ways—hypothermia, exhaustion, some trick of the mind brought on by too many hours alone on the ice. But then I look at the scars across my palms, the rope burns that lingered for weeks after, and I know the truth: it was real. I know what I dragged out of that frozen lake.
It was late January, the kind of cold that crushes the air in your lungs and seeps into your bones. I’d gone ice fishing on a lake so remote you can’t even get a radio signal. No cabins, no other fishermen, just white silence stretching miles in every direction. That was the point—solitude. After the chaos of the holidays, I needed it.
By midafternoon, I’d caught a fair haul of perch and was thinking about packing up when I heard it. At first, I thought it was the ice shifting—the kind of low, booming cracks that make the hair on your arms stand up. But then came the splashing. Violent. Desperate. Something was thrashing in the water, fighting for its life.
A moose, I thought. Or maybe an elk. They wander too close to the thinner ice near shore sometimes, and once they go through, they don’t last long. I should have turned back. That’s what every rational part of me screamed. But there was something in those sounds—a raw, frantic will to survive—that pulled me forward.
When I finally reached the eastern shore, I saw it. A jagged hole in the ice, fifteen feet across, black water heaving inside. And in that water, something was fighting to surface. Something I will never forget...

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