When Terry and Bradley found the cave deep in the Missouri woods they didn’t tell anyone about their find.
The two teenagers decided to make their discovery a secret because they didn’t want their classmates, or anyone else for that matter, to explore it before they were done. The cave was vast, stretching out in a network of tunnels that disappeared into the darkness.
They didn’t go far the first day they found it. Without flashlights they’d be lost. Terry kept flicking his bic lighter to give them quick glances. The two long-time friends agreed to come back the next day with some supplies.
Bradley adjusted his backpack for the third time as they trudged through the woods.
“Damn thing doesn’t fit right,” he complained for the third time.
“Like I told you when we left, you just have to adjust the straps on it,” Terry said.
“I did. It still doesn’t fit right…”
Bradley’s words trailed off as they both saw the cave. A skull lay in the entrance! There was a brief silence as they both absorbed the shock, then Terry said, “Looks like someone is messing with us Brad.”
“I don’t know Terry. This is real creepy. Maybe we shouldn’t explore the cave.”
Terry’s eyes glowed with defiance.
“Nobody is going to get away with trying to intimidate me with a prop skull.”
Bradley bent over and examined the skull closer.
“This ain’t no prop buddy,” he assured him.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, with a tone of defiance.
Terry pulled the utility flashlight off his web belt and looked at Bradley, “Well?”
Bradley hesitated for a moment then pulled his out, “Okay, let’s go.”
Side-by-side, the two friends walked into the cave and turned their flash lights on. Terry took his back pack off and opened it. He took out a hammer, wooden stake, and a ball of heavy twin.
After pounding the stake into the center of the entry way of the cave, he tied the spool of twine to it. After he was sure it was securely fastened with numerous knots he took the spool, pulled on his back pack, and headed for the first tunnel to their right.
They flashed their lights at the stalactites high above them. They looked like dragons teeth to Bradley’s active imagination. As they continued on they noticed marks on the walls, and thought nothing of them at first. But as they went on the marks started looking man-made.
Terry, a history buff, examined one wall for several minutes, muttering to himself a he tried to decipher what the figures meant. Oddly, they didn’t look like any prehistoric caveman art that he’d ever seen in books.
“What do you think?” Bradley asked.
“I don’t know man…I’m no expert. Let’s see what else we can find.”
Curiosity was driving Terry forward. Bradley was grudgingly following, as his fertile imagination slipped into overdrive.
The both smelled it at the same time. The stench assaulted their nostrils. They both automatically pinched them shut.
“Cripes!” Bradley sputtered.
“C’mon…let’s see what it is,” Terry encouraged him.
The tunnel opened up into a large cavern with purplish stalactites. Tapering columns of dark purple stalagmites rose from the floor of the cave. The floor itself was rocky and uneven.
The whole effect was like looking into another world. An alien landscape. Perhaps even a hostile one as Bradley dreaded. The smell was almost overwhelming! Terry noticed a large circle of rocks and went over to it.
When he saw the partly burned and chewed on bones, his eyes widened. Arms. Legs. No skull among the ashes. When Bradley approached and saw the contents of the circle he vomited violently!
It took him a few minutes to get his breath back, and to speak, “Let’s go man.”
Terry’s eyes were fixed on a ledge above them. Huge hairy human-looking things were staring down at them. They had crude spears, and some were holding big rocks over their heads.
When Bradley looked up, he grew even more pale than he already was! Terry took his back pack off and opened it. He pulled out a vintage “Lemon Squeezer” Smith and Wesson revolver with pearl handled grip. It was his great grandfathers. It was loaded.
“What now?” Bradley softly asked.
Terry was looking up at the hairy creatures and saw that there were young ones among the adults. This was their home. They were invaders.
“We slowly walk out of here,” Terry finally said, waving the pistol back and forth warningly.
The creatures never made a sound, and waved their weapons threatenly as the two boys backed out.
Once they got outside the cave Bradley unleashed a torrent of questions.
“What were those things! Who should we tell about this? Should we tell anyone? They might think were crazy. And…”
“Take it easy Brad. Let’s just think about this for a little bit,” Terry pleaded. He paced back and forth in front of the cave for several minutes, then broke his silence, “I don’t think we should tell anyone,” he said.
“They kinda looked like Bigfoots,” Bradley suggested.
“I wonder if it was human remains in the circle, or one of their own?” Terry speculated.
“We’ll probaby never know. They didn’t attack us as you noticed. Just the same, I don’t ever plan on coming back here,” he assured him.
“I’m with you on that buddy!”
As they walked home, Bradley suddenly said, “Hey! We could be famous!”
“Don’t even think about it Brad!” Terry growled.
As It Stands, the Bigfoot legend get’s another look.