In 1985, my older sister rode her bike down an abandoned road near Monroe Reservoir in Brown County, Indiana, looking for her lost cat. What she heard in the dark that night, and what chased four of us down that same road the next day, is why my family has called it Monster Road for forty years.This is a true story, told from the firsthand accounts of my brother, my sister, and my own memory. Our father, a lifelong woodsman, examined the footprint himself. What he told our mother the next morning, when he thought no one was listening, still unsettles me.