Tales of the Supernatural Presents
(E.90) 3 Dogman Encounters by the same witness- Was this is Taylor Mississippi?
Some people only need one encounter to believe.
For me, it took three.
My name’s not important. What matters is what I’ve seen — and what’s still out there. This is my true Dogman encounter story, spanning decades and three terrifying confrontations across Mississippi.
The first time, I was just a kid — ten years old, camping with my half-brother deep in the pines of Mississippi. The night was calm, the fire low, until the woods went dead silent. That’s when we heard it — heavy, two-legged steps circling the tent, and the smell of wet fur and copper in the air. What stepped into the firelight wasn’t a bear, and it sure as hell wasn’t a man. That was the night I learned the word Dogman meant something real.
Years later, I saw it again. Different place, different color, same nightmare. I was a young adult fishing alone in a Mississippi backwater when the silence fell again. It stepped from the treeline — gray and massive, eyes burning green this time. It circled me slow, like it remembered me. That was the moment I knew I wasn’t imagining it. I was being hunted by Dogman.
The third encounter happened decades later, on a lonely road near Taylor, Mississippi. I’d spent years avoiding the woods, avoiding the dark. But that night, driving home from Oxford, the headlights caught a shape on the shoulder — eyeshine, low and amber, like a deer. I slowed… until it stood up. Seven feet tall, long arms, claws glinting wet in the light. It didn’t attack. It didn’t run. It just followed us — pacing the car through the trees, watching, confirming.
Three encounters. Three Dogmen. Three different shapes, colors, behaviors.
Coincidence? No.
This is my Dogman encounter story — a lifetime of sightings that have convinced me they’re not myths, not isolated creatures, but something older. Smarter.
They’re watching us.
And some of us, for reasons I’ll never understand, they just don’t let go.
Watch this full account of real Dogman encounters told firsthand — a chilling reminder that sometimes, the monsters we meet once are never truly gone.
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