7ft Bear Killer 1989

7ft Bear Killer 1989

It was October 31st, 1989. Halloween night. It was already around 8pm and I was getting ready for a party, even though I wasn’t really feeling it, my friends insisted I go. After taking a shower and getting my outfit sorted out, my friends came to get me. I remember walking out to the car, smelling this weird, disturbing smell, I had no idea what it was though, but it was very unsettling. My friends greeted me and we headed to the party, which keep in mind was 40 minutes away. I decided to roll a joint for my friends and I to share since we’ll be driving for a while. 20 minutes into the drive we had noticed there was strong fog building up making it difficult to drive, we were also on a long straight road with tree’s all around us. I looked outside my window and noticed a tall figure out in the woods, “anyone else see that?” I asked my friends, “saw what?” my buddy asked me. The other 3 passengers didn’t say anything, just kept enjoying the music being played, “nothing never mind” I said. We made it to the party, which looked packed which I was stoked about, we went straight inside. Everyone there seemed to be having a great time, lots of girls, people taking shots and some doing party drugs. 20 minutes later into the party I smelled the exact same disturbing, unsettling smell from earlier. After noticing, my buddy came up to me, “hey bro, how you enjoying tonight!“, “it’s fantastic man, lot of girls and booze” I said. My buddy reached into his pocket and pulled out what seemed to be like candy, “bro give these a shot, your night will become 10x even better”. I honestly had no idea what they were, but being the druggie I was, it didn’t take much to convince me. 30 minutes later, the drugs kicked in and honestly, was having the best time of my life. 3 hours go by, the party is settling down, people are leaving. I go and look for my friends, found my Buddy Chris and we set on an adventure to find the rest of them. After a good while, we realized they aren’t here. “Did they really fucking leave us??” Chris asked, “hopefully not dude, we have no other way to get back home” I said. We kept looking around for them and come to our surprise, they left. “Fuck man, how are we gonna get home??” Chris asked, I looked at my phone to see if I could call a taxi, beats walking home. *phone dead* “Fuck my phone died, Chris please tell me you have yours”. I stared blankly at Chris hoping he would say he does, but I was worried because he tends to leave his phone in the car. Chris proceeded to check his pockets, he pulls out his phone, “thank fucking god man” I said. Lot of people would say why didn’t we look for someone at the party to drive us, by the time we realized our friends were gone, there wasn’t many people left. Chris dialed a taxi, “Hey man we need a Taxi at 1190 Wilke Ave”, at this moment I was still high on what ever my other friend gave me and was just waiting patiently. “So? Is he coming or not?” I asked, “well good and bad news dude, good news is yeah he is coming, bad news is we have to walk down where we came from, a good mile”. Fuck, I thought to myself, at this time it was already around 12 am, where we came from was just big woods with a small road. “Taxi said he’ll be there in 10 minutes, so we best start walking” Chris said. We ended up starting the walk, a mile isn’t that far but being on different drugs and alcohol feels like eternity. After walking 3/4 of a mile, I began to smell that same exact odor, “hey Chris, you smell that?“, “smell what?” Chris said. “Nothing, lets just keep going, I think we are almost there.” After another few minutes we noticed the taxi pulled up just down the street from us, a good 200ft. “Finally dude, we can go home now I’m fucking exhausted” I said, before Chris could say anything we both heard a few twigs snap in the woods to our right, we both looked and saw a tall person standing there looking straight at us, we couldn’t make out what he looked like, or if he was even a man at all. Before we could do anything, or say anything, the man ran out from the woods at full speed towards us with an axe. We darted as fast as we could down the street, I had noticed Chris was slightly behind me, “Chris hurry the fuck up dude, he’s gonna fucking kill us” I yelled. I kept running and I heard behind me Chris tripping, I turned around and tried to run back to help, but it was no use. The man we saw was running 2x faster than the both of us, the moment I turned around I saw the mans tall shadow behind Chris. The taxi driver put on his bright headlights on, illuminating all of us, including the man who was chasing us. I had noticed what the man was wearing, he was in a full bear suit, something like those kids play places, like Chuckie Cheese but more disorientated. Before I could do anything, the man swings his axe in the air and chops off Chris’s leg clean off, I heard Chris scream in pain and begging for him to stop. There was nothing I can do, I ran towards the Taxi, still hearing Chris get slaughtered, got in and yelled at the driver to drive. Before I could even breathe, I had noticed the driver was dead. “What the fuck? How could this be?” I said, quickly getting out of the car to try and drive it my self, I looked forward and stood in my tracks, Chris and the tall man disappeared.