My grandfather passed away. My family chose me to wrap up his estate and the sale of his house. It was supposed to be an uneventful process, but it was not. Instead, I experienced the most incredible, wonderful, and yet the most terrifying moments of my life.

I had heard the legends of such things roaming the Pacific Northwest. When he was alive, my grandfather would tell me stories over the campfire as a kid about the beast that would visit the Logtown area from time to time.

I did not believe him then, but I do now.

Here is my story…