Mrs. Delburt Gregg of Greggton, Texas, told of her encounter with a shapeshifting creature in the 1960 issue of Fate. The other surveyed sightings below are of creature that looked like man-wolves but no one have seen one becoming another. Mrs. Gregg have not seen a man turned into a wolf but she has actually came closer then anyone else in telling a tale that sounds like a chapter from a werewolf novel than a real life experience.

Mrs. Gregg said that one night in 1958 when her husband was on a business trip, she moved her bed close to a screen window hoping to catch some cool breeze from a thunderstorm brewing on the south western horizon. She heard a scratching sound from the window shortly after she fell asleep. In a flash of a lightning, she saw a huge, shaggy, wolf-like creature clawing at the screen and staring at her with baleful, glowing, slitted eyes. She saw its bared white fangs.

The creature fled from the yard into a clump of bushes as she leaped from her bed to grab a flash light. Mrs. Gregg said “I watched for the animal to come out of the bushes, but after a short time, instead of a great shaggy wolf running out, the figure of an extremely tall man suddenly parted the thick foliage and walked hurriedly down the road, disappearing into the darkness.”

( Wisconsin Werewolf Sighting)

Mark Schackelman was driving east of highway 18 near Jefferson, in southeastern Wisconsin on an evening in 1936 when he saw a figure digging in an Indian mound. He saw a hair covered creature that is over six feet tall with both ape-like and dog-like features with pointed ears standing erect. Its hands have shriveled thumb and a forefinger on each and also three fully formed fingers.

Schackelman went back to the sighting the next evening hoping to see the creature again and he did. The creature was making “neo-human” sounds with a three syllable growling. Years later, his son who is a Kenosha newspaper editor, wrote that his “father’s first sighting.

( Werewolf Creature in Ohio)

Between July and October 1972, a number of residents of Ohio allegedly saw a werewolf-like creature. Some people reported encountering a six to eight-foot tall creature that a witness described as “human, with an oversized, wolf-like head, and an elongated nose.” Another said it “had huge, hairy feet, fangs, and it ran from side to side, like a caveman in the movies.”

(Werewolf Attack Reported in New Mexico)

Four Gallup, New Mexico, youths allegedly encountered a “werewolf” along the side of a road near Whitewater one day in January 1970. One witness reported “It was about five feet seven, and I was surprised it could go so fast. At first I thought my friends were playing a joke on me, but when I found out they weren’t, I was scared! We rolled up the windows real fast and lock the doors of the cars. I started driving faster, about 60, but it was hard because that highway had a lot of sharp turns. Someone finally got a gun out and shot it. I know it got hit and fell down, but there was no blood. I know it couldn’t be a person because people cannot move that fast.”

(warewolf skin walker)

Skin-walker is another name for a werewolf that the Navahos of the southwest. In 1936, in Yale Publications in Anthropology, anthropologist William Morgan recounted an interview with a Navaho identified only as Hahago. Hahago said of skin-walker “They go very fast.They can go to Albuquerque in an hour and a half” – a four-hour trip by automobile, according to Morgan.

(Red Eyed Werewolves of Pennsylvania)

In the fall of 1973 western Pennsylvania played host to dozens of reports of strange apelike creatures, sometimes seen in association with UFOS, said to have (in one witness’s words) “fire red eyes that glow in darkness.” To be seven to eight feet tall, and gives off a strong unpleasant odor. “Another type of creature” investigator Stan Gordon noted, “was said to be between five and six feet tall. It was described as looking just like an extremely muscular man with a covering of thick dark hair. Again in these reports, the arms were very long and hung down past the knees. This creature appeared to have superior agility exceeding that of a deer. From footprints discovered, the stride of creatures varies between 52 and 57 inches. In these reports there was no indication of odors.”

(Wisconsin Werewolf Attack)

On October 31, 1991 at 8:30pm, a woman drove on Bray Road near Delavan, Wisconsin which is approximately thirty miles south-southeast of Jefferson(site of Schackelman encounter in 1936), felt her right front tire jump off the pavements if it had hit something. The woman stopped her car and looked into the misty darkness and saw a dark hairy creature with a bulked-out chest racing towards her. She went back into her car and tried to speed away when the creature leaped onto her trunk. The creature eventually fell off from the trunk because the trunk was too wet to have a firm grip. Later, the woman returned with a friend and they had a glimpsed of a big form rising from the side of the road.

( Wisconsin Werewolf Encounter)

Lorianne Endrizzi had a similar encounter as above in the fall of 1989. She was driving on Bray Road, a half a mile away from the above encounter, where she thought it was a person kneeling in a haunched position at the edge of the road. She slowed down and to her surprise, the figure stared at her at no more then six feet across the passenger side of the car. The figure was covered with grayish brown hair, with big fangs and pointed ears. “His face was long and had a snout, like a wolf.” She told reporter Scarlett Sankay. The figure’s eyes glowed in the darkness and they were a yellowish-gold color. ‘The arms were really a kind of strange; jointed like a man or woman would be,” she said. “He was holding his hands with his palms upward. The arms were muscular ‘like a man who had worked out a little bit.” The backed legs looked like they were behind him, like a person kneeling.” The sighting lasted about 45 seconds and she had no idea what the creature could have been until she saw an illustration at the library of a werewolf.

(Werewolf Sighting)
Around that same time as above in Elkhorn, near Delevan, a dairy farmer named Scott Bray saw a “strange looking dog” along his pasture on Bray Road. It was bigger and taller than a German shepherd, it had pointed ears and hairy tail, with long, scraggly grayish black hair. It is “built heavy in front – a real strong chest.” In the soft soil nearby he found enormous footprints which is four to five inches in diameter



Tavern of Lost Souls, Wisconsin

As I drove down the infinitely dark street, I cursed my old friends. “A curious little tavern in the middle of nowhere,” they said. Well they got that part right, there was not one indication of civilization to be seen out in these parts. Just after that, I finally got a glimpse of a building not far off. Human life! finally!
I slowed down and pulled up to the round building. My headlights lit up various motorcycles parked in front of it. They were having an old motorcycle gang meetup, I thought as I pulled in and went to the entryway.
The celebration was going full swing as I ventured through the large entryway. The inside of the building was loaded with drunken couples wearing the ensembles of old western wear. It was surreal.
A giant unshaven beast of a man clasped me on the shoulder in welcome and gave me a mug of lager. I took a taste and after that swallowed it down willingly. It was the best brew I’d ever tasted. At that point a brunette with gorgeous brown eyes pulled me by the hand and hauled me out onto the floor. I was flying high, dancing, drinking, and grooving about.
Around midnight, the band enjoyed a break and I remained with my new acquaintances before a large round of drinks. “Provide for us a toast to the night,” laughed my intoxicated lady.
“To a delightful night,” I said, noisily. “Favorable luck and long life to everybody present.”
Old Tavern
Old Wisconsin Tavern
The swarm of people went quiet when they heard my words. A stillness developed, streaming over like a wave, until you could have heard a pin drop. As I looked uneasily about me, I saw the skin gradually peeling far from the joyful faces, until all that remained were bone, dead skin, and empty eye sockets. The young lady in my arms was only a skeleton in a rotten blue dress. With a gasp of horror, I dropped my mug and jumped far from the skeleton. The mug hit the floor with a blast. What’s more the lights went out. I shouted in dread and fumbled in reverse, hammering into a stinky, noxious heap of dry hay. I desperately attempted to find my path to the exit. As my eyes acclimated to the darkness I recognized the exit way. I surged towards them, shriveled and boney hands snatching at me as I ran. At that point I was out in the moonlight and running to my car.
I jumped into the car and made the path as quickly as I could go. My headlights lit up a condemned shelter with a large portion of its roof missing and support beams drooping inward. I slammed the pedal to the floor and drove as quick as possible.
Some way or another, I discovered my way home and used the rest of that anxious night stirring with the light on in my room.
Up until today I have no clue where I was. I heard later that people in Vernon County once in a while hear bizarre music coming over the hills around evening time, however nobody can recognize its source.
Inside my mind, I can still see the beautiful faces of the people partying the night away in that busted old tavern.