Sheepsquatch

Sheepsquatch looks strange, and that's the first thing witnesses agree on. The body is like a bear. It's heavy through the shoulders, low-slung, maybe four feet tall when on all fours. Standing upright, which it does when surprised or cornered, reports put it between six and nine feet, though the higher end comes from night encounters and adrenaline. The fur is white or dirty white, thick and matted, hanging in clumps like wool on a neglected sheep. Several witnesses have noted it appears to be shedding or molting, the coat patchy and uneven. The head is long and narrow, more dog than sheep, with a pronounced snout. The horns vary across accounts with some describing a single set of short, goat-like points, others report curling ram horns. The teeth are the detail that sticks: long, sharp, saber-like, set in a jaw that looks built for browsing grass but furnished for tearing flesh. The eyes are dark and reflective, throwing back light in ways that have led a handful of witnesses to report a second set of eyes. The forelimbs are the strangest feature. They end in paw-like hands, oversized, with something resembling fingers. They look like raccoon hands scaled up and attached to a creature that has no business having them. The tail, when visible, is long and hairless, like an opossum's.

“I was walking back to the truck after evening sit, just after legal light, when I heard what I thought was somebody's goat having a full meltdown in the trees above the road. It was a high, broken kind of bleat, over and over, with branches snapping like something big was crashing around. I stopped at the bend where the road cuts along the old strip job and that's when it stepped out. White fur, matted and dirty, hanging in clumps. Big curling horns like a ram, but the body was all wrong. Too tall in the shoulders, too long in the arms. It looked around like it was drunk or confused, sniffing and snorting, then turned and dropped to all fours and scrambled back up the bank. The smell hit me a second later. Barnyard mixed with something sour and swampy. I've been around livestock my whole life. This was not somebody's goat.”