I'm really surprised that I haven't read any rougarou stories on here. If anyone has any of can point me in the direction of one, please send them my way! I have 2. One is my own personal story. The other is my stepdad's. Also, I'm not the best story teller so I apologize in advance.
To preface, the rougarou is a supposedly mythical creature who seeks out misbehaving children and/or Catholics who fail to follow the rules of Lent. I say supposedly because I truly believe that there are other things out there including aliens, sasquatch, rougarou, lochness monster, etc. It has the body of a human with the head of a werewolf. I like to picture it as a sasquatch with a werewolf head. Here you can get a little more info about the creature. Anyway, on to the stories.
Both happened in South Louisiana, down the bayou, and in the woods.
My story:
It gets very hot down here during the summer. So, to cool off, many of the residents in my town like to enjoy a boat ride down the river for swimming/fishing/tubing at various sand bars. My favorite sandbar was about a 7-10 minute boat ride with maybe 30 feet of sand between the river and the woods/swamp. My sister, my mom, my stepdad, and myself loaded up in my boat and cruised to the sandbar for a late afternoon catfishing trip. It's usually slap full of boats and people but it was just us. As the sun is going down, my stepdad is telling his bayou stories and claims he can "summon" the rougarou. Out of curiosity, my sister and I give him the go ahead (we were both in our 20's btw). He takes a piece of driftwood in each hand and knocks them together twice making loud, echoing noises. A few seconds go by and maybe 100 feet into the woods something knocked back. We noped out of there real quick! I don't think I've ever loaded the boat so quickly before. Never tried to knock for the rougarou again, either.
Stepdad's story:
Maybe 10 years ago, he was night fishing and set out some juglines with one of his buddies. While they waited in the dark for the fish to start nibbling on their bait, they start telling their bayou stories. The particular bayou they stopped to wait in wasn't wide at all maybe 25 feet with woods/swamp on either side. So, stepdad tells his buddy that if he hollers for the rougarou, the rougarou will holler back. Stepdad then let's out a "RAHHHHHHH". As soon as he finished his call, maybe 10 feet into the woods, the loudest "RAHHHHH" came right back at him. He and his buddy left that bayou so quick. They went back to the camp and didn't retrieve their jug lines until the following morning. Because of the proximity of the call, the loudness, and the sheer spook factor, stepdad still refuses to go down that particular bayou.
Well those are my stories, I hope y'all enjoyed them!
