I’ve had two encounters with The White Beast. Both occurred around or near my best friend’s house in New Cumberland, West Virginia. I used to spend more time there than at my own home. His dad owned about three acres of land, but only about three-quarters of an acre was cleared for their house and yard. The rest was thick woods.
The first incident occurred around 1994, right in his front yard. We were playing, running in and out of his dad’s small pull-behind camper. Around dusk, we decided to leave the camper and go inside to play some games. I stepped out of the trailer first, followed closely by my friend. When I looked to my right, I saw something that looked like a large, white bear. When my friend looked to see what I was staring at, the thing looked back at us. It was approximately fifty yards away from us. Then it stood up on it’s hind legs and was about six and a half feet tall. It turned and ran through the woods away from us, breaking sticks and medium-sized limbs off of trees as it went.
The next incident occurred around 1999, in the same woods. This time we were camping out in the woods. The only trail leading to the camp site was a little less than a mile long. Around 2 AM, we began hearing something moving around just outside of the light provided by our campfire. All of the sudden, the White Beast appeared out of the darkness and charged at us. We jumped up and ran back to his house, all the while this thing was chasing us. The thing stopped at the wood line and let out a terrible scream. Then it just turned around and headed back into the woods. The next morning, we examined the trail, and the ground was so torn up that it appeared as though someone had taken a tiller all the way out the trail.