“My aunt won’t go to the dump anymore!” A resident of Topsfield, Maine reports after his Uncle called the authorities when his aunt spotted three huge “wild monkeys” at the town dump.
“She came home white as a sheet and went right to the gun cabinet and pulled out the 12 gage shotgun.” She insisted I drive her back to the dump and shoot the “wild monkeys” that had terrified her, reports a resident of Topsfield, Maine.
“I asked her what in the world she was going on about and she told me, “I was driving up to the dump and about to turn around to back in when I saw what I thought were three black bears rumaging around in the garbage, two huge ones and a smaller one off to the side. I didn’t think much of it because bears are common around here at the dump, but I didn’t want to get out of the truck until they had left, so I honked the horn a couple of times and gunned the engine.” According to the resident’s wife.
“Both of the big ones stood up, turned around and faced me, and the little one ran up behind the female “giant monkey.” They looked at me for a few seconds and I could see right off they weren’t no bears! The big male took a step toward me and showed me his teeth while the female grabbed up the little one and ran off into the woods. I could tell they were male and female because those parts clearly showed. All three were covered in dark brown hair right up to their eyes. The male looked like some of the hair on his chest and shoulders was kind of salt and pepper. The little one was about three feet tall with long arms and legs and reached out for the female with two hands that I could clearly see. As the female picked him up and settled him on her left hip I could see the palms of his hands and the bottoms of his feet briefly. They were light colored and bare. The female was a little shorter than the male and was maybe six foot tall. She had large breasts that hung down and swung from side to side when she ran into the woods. The male had a large male member hanging between his legs and was about six foot six or so. He held his hands at his side as he looked at me in the truck with his teeth barred. Straight, dirty white teeth, like a man’s, only huge. He looked back at the female and the little one several times until they disappeared into the woods. When they were out of sight, he let out a roar at me that almost made me faint dead away. He hit his chest with his right fist twice, turned, and walked quickly into the woods towards the other two. He seemed to stumble once on the edge of the woods. Just as he entered the woods he turned and looked back at me as he let out a sound like a loud, “hoot! I never was so scared in all my born days and got to home as fast as I could. I was so scared I almost got stuck in the ditch trying to turn around. I guess my husband must have thought I was out of my mind when I told him what happened,” recounts the resident’s wife.
“The wife was hysterical, so I got her back in the truck and we went to see what we could at the dump. When we got there we couldn’t see no bears, nor any other varmits thereabouts, so I stopped the truck where the wife said she saw the “monkeys” and started looking around for sign. I took the shotgun and got out thinking the wife had just had a fright over a couple of bears. Well, let me tell you! There was sign aplenty alright! I found hundreds of huge barefoot tracks in the mud all around the dump, and I could see that one of the critters was a little fellow. His prints were about six inches long and very wide with five long toes showing clearly in the muck. The larger tracks were huge. The biggest were maybe sixteen inches long by six inches wide. Along with these were some medium sized tracks, maybe fourteen inches long by six inches wide. They looked like barefoot human tracks, only much larger. They weren’t bear tracks. I’ve tracked and shot many a bear in my day. These were something different entirely.”
“I followed the tracks across the dump to where they went into the woods. At a particularly greasy (sic) spot I could see where the big one had slipped in the mud on one leg and quickly recovered. There looked to be a partial hand print in the mud to one side. I followed right up to the edge of the woods as I said and was going to go in when the hair on the back of my neck and on my head stood straight up and a powerful fear overtook me. I was afraid to run, so I backed quickly toward the truck before I turned and ran faster than I had since my school days. All the while I felt like something was watching me. Something unfriendly. And me with aught six buckshot in my gun! I smelled something. I’m not sure what it was exactly. It smelled bad like a rogue bear, but worse. The dump doesn’t exactly smell like roses, but there was something else in those woods I’ve never smelled before.”
“The wife was crying and begging me to get out of there fast, so I did. I put the truck in reverse and gunned the old girl. She started throwing mud all over creation and I nearly stove her up against some trees before I was able to straighten her up and get on the dump road. The old truck hadn’t run that fast since I bought her back in ’74! Well, we got back home fast alright and the first thing I did was call the Sheriff. The woman who answered down to Machias laughed at first. I guess she thought I was joking, but soon enough she took me for serious. She said she would report the incident to the Sheriff.”
“It was twilight by then and the wife and I went about the house barring all the windows and doors and closing the curtains. We felt like school children afraid of the boogy man. I felt a powerful fear. About an hour later, maybe eight o’clock, all Hell broke loose on the main road! We heard sireens screaming up from the South and from the East toward Vanceboro. At the junction of Route One and Route Nine we could see flashing red and blue lights through the trees from the house. More sireens were still coming. We wondered what kind of a mess we had stirred up. The lights werre still flashing when the wife and I went to bed. Neither of us slept a wink that night, or for many nights after, jumping with fright at every knock and groan the old house made in the wind.”
“Next morning, after coffee, curiosity got the best of us. We bundled up and took the truck down to the dump, but we weren’t able to get in. Neither were half the towns folk who had also showed up. There was a yellow plastic tape stretched across the road advising caution and a young game warden standing on the other side with a smug look on his face as some of us ventured up,” according to the unnamed witness.
The Game Warden was asked by a number of unnamed witnesses what was going on.
According to a witness, he answered, “Just a wounded bear reported in the dump. We’re gonna take him out so no one gets hurt.”
“A bear you say? Not no wild monkeys, ” was asked by one witness?
“Ain’t never heard of no such thing,” was the Game Warden’s reported reply.
“He laughed a nervous laugh and wouldn’t let us through,” according to an another witness.
“The dump was closed for two days and when we went back there was no sign of any “wild monkeys,” nor anything else. The town’s garbage was pushed back into a smoldering pile, probably by the town loader, and no varmit tracks of any kind were to be seen,” according to a local resident.
Subsequent inquiries to the Washington County Sheriff’s Department, and the Maine State Police resulted in, “No comment,” and, “We know of no such incident.” Witnesses refused to release their names fearing ridicule and harrassment from the press. “We have a quiet town here, and we plan to keep it that way,” was the most common comment heard.