Paranormal Bedtime Stories

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I used to live in an old house in the country, in a community called China Grove, Mississippi, off of old Highway 24. There was a particular stretch of Old 24 where I always felt like I was being watched. On the weekends, when walking that road to my cousins' house, I could hear something following me from the woods. When I'd stop, it would stop. When I went on, it did too. When I ran, it ran. 
This went on for a couple of weeks, and when I told my cousin, he brushed it off, telling me it was a deer or something. I invited him to come over to my house, hoping we'd hear it again, and, seeing I was bothered, he obliged. At first, we didn't hear anything, and when we did, he was still convinced it was a deer. I asked him things like, 'Why would a deer follow a person?' and of course, he couldn’t come up with a good explanation. 
One bright Saturday morning in 1990, that same unconvinced cousin came to my house and woke me up. I got dressed, and we went on a walk toward the neighboring town. We stopped to take a break when I looked over his shoulder and saw what I thought was a man looking around the ground for something, dressed in a strange outfit and moving about in a weird way. I bumped my cousin, who turned and stared as this strange man shot behind a tall bush. My cousin told me it was just a hunter when the man swiftly hopped closer to another bush, crouched behind it for a moment, then stood up, holding his long arms out to his sides. The morning sun was shining through what reminded me of orangutan fur, draping from them. 
I realized, all too quickly, that it was no man. It was a Sasquatch. He held his gaze on us, then angrily approached, swinging his arms and effortlessly clearing bushes and small trees. We couldn't move at first, both of us in shock. I managed a deep breath and ran fast as I could, realizing that I'd left my cousin standing there in shock, staring. I spun and yelled his name, and he snapped to, shooting past me in a blur. My muscles burned from the fright. I was too scared to look behind me, and charged the rest of the way as fast as I could.