Alaskan Survivor Discovers Ancient Carvings in Glacier Cave, Haunted by Shadow Creature

Intriguing discoveries await us today, as we delve into the latest Bigfoot encounter stories from the YouTube channel, Legend Of Bigfoot Encounters. This particular video, titled [3 Hour] TOP BIGFOOT Encounter Stories | BIGFOOT Documentary | BIGFOOT Sighting Latest [Vol.217], presents a harrowing tale of survival and encounters with the elusive creature in the Alaskan wilderness. The story begins with a research team studying seismic shifts in the Choo Gash Mountains. A freak storm causes a small plane crash, leaving the survivor stranded in a glacier cave. The team didn't make it, and the wreckage is presumed to be buried under the ice. As the survivor navigates the labyrinth of ice and shadow, he hears an eerie, low hum echoing through the passages. It's not the wind, but something else. The hum grows louder, closer, vibrating through the ice like a tuning fork. He recalls tales from the Tlingit guides about the Gutle, a shadow being that haunts the glaciers, neither man nor beast, tied to the land's ancient wrath. The hum stops abruptly, and the silence is worse. The survivor swings his headlamp around, catching jagged walls and deep fissures, but nothing else. Then he sees it. A massive footprint pressed into the frost on a cave floor, too sharp, too deliberate to be old. It's wider than his hand with claw marks that curve like scythes. The survivor tells himself it's a bear, maybe a wolverine, but the print is too humanoid, too large. His chest tightens as he follows the draft, the air growing colder, the walls narrowing until he's squeezing through a tight passage. The hum returns, closer now, and with it comes a strange pressure, like the air itself is heavier. The survivor stumbles into a wider chamber, the ceiling glittering with ice stalactites. And that's when he sees the carvings. They're etched in the walls, crude but intricate spirals and jagged lines forming shapes that don't make sense. Eyes within eyes, limbs bending at impossible angles. The Tlingit never mentioned this, but the guides had warned them about places the ice remembers. The carvings don't look human-made, and the survivor, no archaeologist, is baffled. His headlamp flickers, and he curses under his breath, smacking it until the beam steadies. Then he hears a crack, sharp and deliberate, like something massive shifting its weight. He spins around and there it is, crouched at the far end of the chamber, half hidden in shadow. It's not like the Bigfoot from grainy videos or tabloid sketches. It's taller, leaner, its limbs unnaturally long, its fur or whatever covers it, glistening like wet obsidian, blending with the ice. Its face is wrong, too angular, with eyes that don't reflect his light, but seem to glow with their own faint green shimmer. Like the auroras the Tlingit spoke of. It doesn't move like an animal either. It shifts sideways, its body bending in ways that make his stomach lurch as if it's folding itself through the space. The creature doesn't charge or roar like he expects. Instead, it points one long clawed finger at the carvings on the wall. His headlamp catches the motion and for a moment he's transfixed. The carvings seem to shift, the lines pulsing like they're alive. He blinks, thinking of the trick of the light, but the patterns are moving, spiraling inward. He feels a pull like gravity tugging at his core. The creature's eyes lock onto his, and he swears it's not just looking at him. It's seeing something deeper, something he doesn't understand. The creature doesn't follow him as he bolts for another tunnel. The carvings are still glowing, and the water in the pool is rising, spilling over the edges impossibly fast. He realizes it's not water. It's too thick, too dark, and it's moving toward him like it's alive. He stumbles toward another tunnel, the liquid lapping in his boots. The carvings glow lights the way, their patterns burning into his vision. The tunnel ends at a sheer ice wall. No exit, no way out. The liquid pools around him, warm now, almost hot, and the hum is deafening. He swings the axe again, desperate, and the ice wall cracks, revealing a faint light beyond. He hits it again and again, until it shatters, and he tumbles into blinding daylight. He's outside, sprawled on a snow field. The cave behind him sealed as if it never existed. The air is still, the storm gone, and the carvings glow is fading from his mind. But his reflection in the ice shows those same glowing eyes just for a second before they're his again. He stumbles across the snow field, his breath ragged, the cold biting through the tears in his suit. The head of the creature, the Gutle, is still etched in his mind, a haunting reminder of the encounter. The Tlingit stories warn of Gutle marking those it spares. But he doesn't know what that means yet, only that he feels different, like something's watching him from inside his own skin. He keeps moving, driven by instinct, toward a distant ridge where he hopes to find a signal or a landmark. The hum follows, faint but constant, vibrating in his bones like a second heartbeat. And every few steps, he catches himself glancing back, expecting to see that impossibly long figure folding through the shadows. Instead, he sees nothing but snow and the faint outline of trees in the distance. Then he notices something strange. Marks in the snow, not footprints, but deliberate scratches forming spirals and jagged lines like the carvings in the cave. They're faint, almost invisible unless you're looking for them. And they lead toward the forest. We encourage our readers to watch this video and share their thoughts on the encounter. The Alaskan wilderness continues to be a hotbed for Bigfoot sightings, and this video offers a chilling account of a survivor's encounter with the Gutle. Stay tuned for more Bigfoot encounters and updates on our channel, Squatchable.