It Had a Human's Eyes Ch.1

before i post chapter one id like to give you guys an idea of what the book it about.-Mark Price was a normal happy family man living in Ontario, Canada as a Geologist. There has always been stories about the legendary Sasquatch in the area, but rarely anyone believes in it. After a hunting trip that changed their lives, Mark and his close friend become obsessed with finding the creature. they search for hours on end and quit their jobs and swear to a pact that they will find it. But they soon find out the more and more they go into the life of tracking Sasquatch, their old lives begin to disintegrate.

It Had a Human's Eyes

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CHAPTER ONE:

I’m going to tell you this but I don’t expect you to believe it. Truth is, most people probably won’t believe me, but why should they? I'm looked at as an insane old man now, I wouldn’t even believe myself had it not happened to me. Here in Ontario, we always hear the stories; Stories of hunters who were just going out to get Deer for Christmas, who run into a strange creature with human like features, but also features similar to that of an ape. Stories of how this creature came into their line of sight and they apparently fired all their rounds at it, but none of their rounds actually went off. Stories about how they were too scared to shoot the creature. Stories about how they had put at least ten bullets into the thing, and it ran off into the woods, never to be seen again. Stories of the large footprints in the snow and dirt, measuring fourteen to sixteen inches in length were found near a stream. Stories of the hunters hearing two pieces of wood knocking against each other off in the distance. Stories of hunters seeing something leap across the road in front of their car. Stories of hunters waking in the middle of the night to loud screeches that send chills down their spines.

Around here most of the people will call you crazy for telling such a tale. They accuse even the most pure, to be drunks or under some sort of influence at the time of the sighting. The only people that believe in the stories are the individuals that had the experiences and their families and friends, but sometimes they don’t even believe them. That is what happened to me.

My name is Mark Price. At the time I was just an average Joe. I was slightly taller than most people my age, had short blonde hair and a medium build. Up until I was thirty-five, I can’t really tell you I had an eventful life. I didn’t have much of a childhood; same as everyone else up here. I went to school and had good grades, but that’s about it, just like everyone else. My family wasn’t the richest, but we weren’t poor either, just like everyone else. My father was a wildlife biologist, so I was always outside playing. My mother worked in town, at a gunstore, so I knew how to handle and maintain a rifle, but I rarely actually used one. Me and my few high school friends would go out drinking beer in the mountains, but we never ran into any creature, or heard any strange noises, so at first I never believed in it. If I were to ask my father about it, he would always go on the same rant he always did about how “he was a wildlife biologist for seventeen years now and knew every animal in Canada, and how the so called ‘Sasquatch’ did not exist, if it did, he would have ran into one, or at least found a footprint, by now”.

I met my wife, Elena, just after high school. She was the most beautiful woman I ever met. I loved how her medium length brown hair would flow even at the slightest turn of her head. I could stare into her green-brown eyes for hours on end. I loved to hear her talk; she had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, and her laugh was the happiest, sweetest sound I had ever heard. She had a perfect body, she wasn’t a model or anything, she still had flaws, but it’s those very flaws that made her perfect. We fell in love right away and had a quiet little relationship, just like everyone else. We got married in college, at twenty-one, very young and unheard of around here. Her major was in Accounting; she was always good at math and loved numbers. My major was in Geology, I had a fascination with how the Earth was formed, but that all changed in a couple years or so- after It happened... We had our first child, Benjamin, when we were twenty-three, now a tall, lanky boy for his age. He had his mother’s brown hair and his mother’s green-brown eyes. And at twenty-five, we had our daughter, Julia; she also had Elena’s eyes, but my blonde hair. It was hard raising two kids while in college, but we managed.

After I had gotten my degree, I started working with this firm, studying the rocks in Canada and how they originated but that’s not important. Probably the most important thing about my work was that I met my best friend there, Kurt Anderson, a big guy, muscular and sort of heavy. Short, dark-brown hair and a face that was almost always smiling.He had a short mustahce-goatee combo. He and I had a lot in common. We both loved the outdoors, naturally. We both had grown up in similar conditions, his family was gun-crazy and his dad was a biologist. We would always joke around at work, and he would always tell me old hunting stories that I bet weren’t even true. Like one for example, he said he and his dad were hunting and there was this huge Buck, 7 feet tall, he would tell me. He told me how he shot it right in the neck and it sort of lifted its two front legs up like a horse would do and began to charge him and his dad. He was only 15 at the time so it was scary for him, but luckily they had strapped themselves into trees with tree-seats. And aparently the thing got underneath Kurt’s tree and started ramming its antlers into the bottom of the tree with “blood squirting out of it’s neck each step dude, so I was like trying to aim my gun directly down at him, but you know me, even at the time I packed big ones, so I couldn’t figure out how I could turn my Remington 700 right down on him and end it, so my Dad in the tree about fifteen yards from mine tried to do the same, but this thing’s moving like crazy, so he can't get a shot at it either. And I'm like almost falling out of the tree from the vibrations this thing is giving off each time it smashes into it man, so I just tried to hold on as long as I could and wait for the damn thing to die of bloodloss, and after like nine hours it finally gives up and dies right there, with blood all around it, dude, I'm serious, I’ve never seen so much blood! You really should have seen it man!” Kurt. What a guy. He had a very outgoing personality, but he did exagerate a lot. He was the kind of guy that if you had talked with him for an hour or so, you really wouldn’t think he was too smart, but in reality he was. He would always make simple mistakes, but when it was time to be serious, and he knew it was time to be serious, the guy could cut a piece of hair inhalf, longways, with a razor.

Elena was still in school, she also wanted to get a teaching degree in Math, typical for her. So for the most part, I was taking care of the kids with my one job while she was in school, but that was fine with me. The kids and I would play outside and I would teach them a little bit about the rocks in our back yard like how to identify limestone and such. We had a pretty decent sized backyard, it was on the top of a small hill, and at the bottom was a stream and a treeline, behind those trees were just a few acres of woods, not much wildlife in them, if we saw a deer there, it was pretty rare, but we saw lots of frogs and rabbits down at the tree line. Benjamin would always run up to me when he had found a rock with a fossil of a fish in it. He had quite a little collection, he loved fish. Just as Julia was beginning to learn to speak –her actual first word was “rock”- little Benjamin started to try and teach her what I was teaching him, of course he had gotten a lot of little things wrong, but I thought it was cute and let him teach her. They would always play in the backyard as I would be making lunch for the three of us.

I remember one day in the summer when the kids were out of school, they had just come outside to me while I was doing some gardening asking me about Sasquatch. Benjamin came up to me and said “Hey Dad?” his face was sort of scared, and Julia was close behind him. “Yeah?” I asked him. It took him a while but then he asked me “Is Bigfoot real?” I sort of laughed at the way he said Bigfoot. I turned to him and asked why, then he told me how he and Julia were eating their mac ‘n cheese and watching the TV and there was a program about Bigfoot on and how it had picked up large rocks and was throwing them at a fisherman. And how the next day the fisherman returned to the spot and found a huge footprint. I could see how he was scaring Julia by repeating what happened in the show, they both looked at me with such curious, trusting eyes. “No,” I replied. “Those stories are all fake, they just make them up, most people confuse what they think was Bigfoot, with a bear or some other large animal.” I could see his little mind could rest now. “Yeah they did mention something about bears on the TV” he said, this time he wasn’t as scared but he was now looking off into the woods behind our house. His mind was still on the TV program, I could tell. “Hey,” I said after a while, “why don’t we all go inside and have some icecream?” That changed the looks on both of their faces quickly. Julia ran into the house screaming “Yay! Yay! Icecream!” She was wearing this little orange dress Elena had bought for her. It swayed left and right as she ran through the door, into the kitchen. Benjamin followed her but then stopped about ten feet from the door, looked back into the woods, shook his head a little and then ran inside.

-Matt