All right, this is a uh, this is an email I got,
and I think this person is confirming a previous story I did. It's a
UFO story that I did in uh. It happened in Oklahoma. I don't
remember the story and I don't remember what video it was, but I'm going
to read this account. It's a woman. She doesn't want me to use
your name. But let's find out what she says. Because I haven't read
this, I'm reading it cold. She says, the account you read of
the UFO account in Oklahoma from Rusty is one hundred percent true. Now,
if you guys remember what video that was, maybe you can drop a link
in the comments. If you drop, if you put any kind of link
in a comment, it gets kicked oat, kicked over for me to review.
But I look at those all the time, and I delete the ones
that are terrible, you know, the ones that are in review, and
I approve the ones that just kind of get kicked over there by accident.
But if this is a link to that video, I'll I'll approve it and
let it go in the comment section. So let's go on with her story.
I was a police officer at the time. I'd rather not say what
department. That night I was on duty, but I was planning on using
a few hours of comp time. As I was headed in, a traffic
officer called the police department advising that it appeared that a jet was in trouble
and to please contact the base. We had previously served as support after one
of the training jets had crashed, so this was not an unusual request.
Everyone was immediately on full alert waiting for confirmation, and a few minutes passed
and I headed toward another area for better observation, and meanwhile, the public
had lit up the phone lines to report them that they were seeing. We
watched this ball of light as it descended diagonally toward our city, and suddenly
it appeared to stop in midfall, and Dispatch advised east side officers to go
to a different radio channel for further instructions. After switching to a different channel,
we were advised to stand by and we watched the light stop and remain
stationary before dispatch ordered me to the station to help with the phone traffic.
A few minutes later, when I arrived at the police station, I was
informed by my sergeant that we were on a full alert from the base,
and a minute later, the infamous red telephone rang. Now this phone had
never rung before. Everyone always said that it was a hotline to Washington,
d C. And that night we found out that that was true. My
sergeant had a deer in the headlights look on his face as he stared at
that phone. The other sergeant answered it and immediately jumped out of his chair
instead of attention. I know that's weird and it's almost comical. But after
several yes, sirs, he hung up and looked at us and he said
it's him. He said that until we know the situation, the base is
in charge. He also said that we were not to speak about this incident.
It was then that the base contacted the police station, advising us that
they had fully armed jets in the air and we were advised that they were
in pursuit of this object. And for the next hour, that craft was
between Kansas City and Houston Airspace and it was going back and forth. No
aircraft on Earth could have covered the distance between Kansas City and Houston in six
minutes flat. It was like a game or something. It would stop until
the jets got closed, and then it would take off again. Radar documented
every bit of this. The lights of the jets looked like ping pong balls
compared to the beach ball sized light of this object. After the incident was
called, everyone was told to stand down. The military in some odd ball
suits showed up for deep briefing. Well, I played it off as if
I didn't see anything. Being a female back then was reason enough for the
suits to ignore me. I was told later that the military instructions were don't
acknowledge anything and keep it out of the press. From what I saw,
it appeared that over half of that craft was in shadow. I honestly couldn't
begin to estimate the size. The last time I saw it, it went
straight up and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Whatever it was,
it wasn't from our world. Okay, okay, this is I love
these stories, and I wish I had noticed this email. I bet she
sent it pretty quick after I did the video. But I'm telling you,
and I want to share the video with you, But I do so many
of these that I just can't remember, and it would take hours to find
it because it could be it could be in a video where you know Bigfoot
is the main topic of the video, and I dropped this US folk story
in in the middle of it. It would just take forever. But this
is confirmation on citing another writer saw this person was in law enforcement. She
was there to witness all the communication between the army base apparently Washington, d
C. When her sergeant said it's him, Who does that mean? Was
that the President? I don't know. I don't know who it's him means,
but they were given strict orders to not talk about it, and I
don't know. Maybe I hope her writing this email to me doesn't get her
in trouble, but she sent it, so I'm gonna share it with you
anyway. I love these flying objects, this UFO stuff. It is so
interesting to me. Honestly, it's a lot more interesting to me than the
bigfoot stuff because it's just it's spectacular. Plus there are so many more authentic
videos and film and testimonies about these flying objects, and it's and it's becoming
more and more and more common, and more government agencies who probably at one
time would keep this stuff quashed or whistle blowers are coming out, Pilots are
coming out saying we don't know what this stuff is it's real interesting stuff and
it I always say I'm gonna dig deeper, and I never do. I
I'm just every time I read one of these stories, I'm thinking, man,
I want to know more about this, so maybe I'll find time to
do that. But this was a wonderful story. And thank you to the
writer for sending it. I'm sorry I didn't get it up almost immediately after
the other video, because I'm sure that's when this came in. Okay,
thank you. I hope you guys enjoyed that. Let's go to another one.
This writer doesn't give his name, but he writes a really good story
and he claims this is true. My grandfather had a hunting camp in Texas
that he sometimes took me and my cousin too. I don't want to say
the exact location, but it's near a particular ranch that was famous for being
one in a game of poker. Our property was positioned so we could turn
off the main road and go straight through the gate at the front, and
then down a dirt road to the camp. It was nothing more than a
portable trailer that slept five people comfortably and another trailer that was used for storage.
The whole place was surrounded by barb wire. I wasn't too familiar with
the layout of the property, but I could follow the fence lines more of
the last day we planned to hunt. At five am, we were leaving
to go to our deer stands. It was cold and dark, and my
grandfather and my cousin had already left. My four wheel there was so cold
that it wouldn't start no matter how many times I tried, and after five
minutes, I decided it was best to start walking. This was a situation
I was afraid of out here. There was no telling what kind of animals
were around. Across the road was a canyon famous for mountain lion sightings.
But I didn't have any choice. It was walk or missed the last day
of deer hunting. So I grabbed my backpack, my three eight my thermos
of coffee, and I headed off to find the fence line. I had
a headlamp that I was using to light my path as I followed the barb
wire fence, and on the right over I had heard my grandfather talking to
his neighbor on the phone about a cow that had disappeared from the herd a
couple of days before. But he said it couldn't have wandered off, but
there was no trace of it anywhere. I was walking down the fence line
when I saw something that made me stop and take a harder look. Fifty
feet on the other side of the fence were the remains of a fully grown
cow. It looked like something had been eating on it for a while.
There was a little meat on the ribcage that looked like a pack of coaties
had come up and fed on. But that wasn't what got my attention.
The cow's head was separated from its body. It was lying five or six
feet from the cow, as if something had ripped it off. I stood
there and looked at it for no more than fifteen seconds when something else off
in the distance caught my eye. All the way down the fence line,
it comes to a corner, and at that point there are two red lights
flickering on and off. I thought it may have been some kind of machinery
at first, but the longer I looked at it, the more I began
to realize that it was a pair of red eyes. Nothing I know of
has red eyes like that out here. I chambered a bullet in my rifle
had the stock resting on my shoulder just in case. Those eyes were blinking
and they were looking right at me. I stood there looking back at it
until they went out like a candle. I hesitated to approach the spot,
but I had no choice if I wanted to get to my deer stand.
And when I got there, I realized how tall that thing must have been.
I had seen the glint of the barbed wire from where I was standing,
and now that I was close up, I could see that the fence
was four feet tall. The eyes had been two or three feet above that,
So whatever those eyes belonged to had to be between six and seven feet
tall. I was never one to believe in bigfoot, but those measurements had
me questioning my belief. I had to tell my grandfather about the cow,
but I didn't mention the eyes to him. Later that day, we went
over to investigate the cow, and to our surprise, it was gone.
The head was gone, the ribs were on the legs and everything. It
was as if something had picked it up and hauled it off. And for
a minute they thought I might have been telling tales or had a location wrong.
But could a cow that weighed over five hundred pounds have just disappeared.
That night was quiet. It was unusually quiet, and I couldn't stop thinking
about those red eyes. So I laid there and I watched the clock.
At one point thirty, I was still awake. Every time I closed my
eyes, all I saw were those red eyes. And then I heard something
outside the trailer. The trailer had a porch on it, so I could
hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and the wood creaked loudly with every step
as it made its way to the porch and approached the door. Now my
bed was a rollout couch positioned right in front of that door, and the
green light of the alarm clock lit up the room well enough that I could
see the door. Lying on my back, I watched it in terror as
the door handle jostled back and forth just a little. My grandfather and my
cousin were sleeping next to me in the bunk beds, but I was wide
awake, and the handle went from side to side as I watched it,
barely able to breathe. At any moment, I expected the door to open
and I would be face to face with a monster that was five feet away
from me. I was already sitting up to grab my rifle that was beside
my bed when the thing outside walked back down the steps and off the porch.
I got up and went over to make sure the door was really locked,
and to my horror, it wasn't. I quickly and quietly locked it,
and I went back to my bed, and I had barely had time
to lie down when I heard the thing come back up the stairs and cross
the porch again. This time it jiggled the door a little more forcefully.
I figured it must have heard me lock it, and that's why it came
back. And then I heard whatever this was walk toward the window near the
clock. That was the most terrifying moment of all. I saw a dark
shadow peering in the window, and in the upper part of the window I
saw those same two red eyes that I had seen by the fence earlier.
This thing had tracked me all the way back to camp, and it was
looking at me through the window. What's more, this thing really was massive.
I pulled the blanket up until I was under my eyes and I watched
in horrified disbelief. I was actually afraid to move. I was afraid to
wake up my grandfather. I was afraid not to. All I could do
was stare back at the red eyes that were staring at me. After a
few minutes, just like they had done on the fence line, the eyes
went out like a candle, and I never saw them again. Five minutes
of pure terror later, I heard a loud vocalization a half a mile off
in the distance. It was like a loud whistle or a siren, but
it was coming from the direction of the woods where the dead cow had been.
The next day, we packed up and left. That had always been
our plan, and I never told my grandfather or my cousin about what happened
that night. I didn't want them to think that I was crazy. But
one question has bothered me more than anything. What would it have done to
me if it had gotten in? That's exactly the question I'd be asking,
What if that? What if that thing didn't you said it was? The
door was unlocked when it was jiggling it before. Maybe it didn't quite know
how to turn the doorknob to open a door. I don't know how would
it even know to reach for a door handle. These stories just generate so
many questions in my head. That's right. I would think if it had
gotten in, what would I have been dealing with? Then? Man,
you're I don't I don't even know what to say about this story. There's
just so many things running through my mind that I can't I want to have
to think about this, and by the time I get it sorted out in
my head, I'll already have this podcast up. But anyway, this was
a great story. I loved it. The man claims it's true the red
eyed monster that stalked him from a col carcass all the way back to his
cabin and tried to get in the cabin. That's crazy. That's just crazy
scary. But thank you to the writer for sending it. It was a
great story. Appreciate you all right. This writer has a YouTube channel called
Trailhead Adventures, and they related this story on their channel, just in their
own words. But she's written me the story to share on my channel.
I'll put the link for Trailhead Adventures in the description. She says, I'm
not sure if this is a Bigfoot experience, but something was happening. I
have a YouTube channel that this experience is on, but my channel is all
about camping and hiking with my family. It's good wholesome activities for the family,
and I hope you guys would enjoy it with your kids. Anyway,
she says, here's what happened to us. My dad and I enjoy hiking
anywhere there is or isn't a trail, so we decided to let Nana watch
my boys, and him and I go up to the mountain. I had
scouted this trail beforehand, so we knew the trail and how far it took
to the peak. On this particular day, it started like any other,
warm and the sun beaming on our heads, and there was a general breeze
smacking our back and dry dirt under our boots, and we were ready for
the trail. As always, we always said a prayer before heading out,
making sure all was well, and we had plenty of snacks and a flashlight
and a rope and my dad's he's an over preparer sometimes, and we had
plenty of liquids. We started the trail excited to escape the many pressures of
life and chores, and we had a wonderful couple of miles, and as
we reached halfway, the clouds were coming in heavy and it looked like it
might rain, and rain it did. In fact, it poured. Not
only that, since we were halfway to the top, the clouds just opened
and then it really poured. It was like standing under a waterfall with lightning
and thunder all around. We were in a bad spot. There was no
shelter or trees or anything to hide under, so we did the best we
could. There were plenty of shrubs that we had to lay low and shelter
in place by, and we put our coats over the tops of our heads.
And this downpour lasted fifteen or twenty minutes. We just had to sit
there and wait. When it was finally done, we stood up because the
wind was still pretty strong, pushing us here and there. The clouds still
hung around, but the rain had moved on over the canyons and into the
town below. We were finally able to reach the peak, which really wasn't
that large, just a cute little hilltop with nothing on it. So we
climbed around taking the videos and pictures. For whatever reason, and we got
turned around. That has never happened to us before. We were at the
peak walking back down the trail and had a blank moment and my dad looked
at me, and I looked at him, and we were both at a
loss for words. He then proceeded to walk back to the peak and make
a slight right turn, saying that we missed the trail on the opposite side.
The trail was supposed to make a loop around the peak and then back
down the opposite side. When we made that slight right turn, the path
ahead turned into a small thicket on both sides. The thicket was dark and
dreadful looking. Maybe the rains and dark clouds gave it that creepy look,
but I took one look into that place and my happy feeling was gone,
and all the Spidey senses were on high alert to note we're not going in
there. For whatever reason, it was not happening. We then collected our
thoughts and made a left turn off the nose of the hill, and we
walked downward, crunching our kneecaps as we went. After twenty minutes, we
finally made it back to the trail where we had to honker down from the
storm, and somehow we had turned around from the loop and made it back
to the front of the peak, not to the back. We both looked
at each other. Again confused as to what had just happened. My dad
told me to look down at my feet, and there in the mud was
a five dollar bill, and in the bush next to me was a red
bandana. We were the only ones on that trail that we knew of.
I don't know what the deal was, but I was done. We didn't
pick up the five dollars or even touch the bandana. We just continued on
the trail and headed back towards the car. I would have picked up the
five dollar bill. I'm just kidding. I don't know why that popped out
of my mouth, but I would have picked up that five dollar bill.
I would have left the bandana, But I'm not walking by a five dollar
bill. Now. You can offer it to some you can give it to
somebody on down the trail, but pick that money up anyway. The wind
was still strong, as if pushing us further and further away from the peak,
and after about an hour we had finally made it back to the car.
And it was a good thing too, because the rain was starting to
kick up again. To this day, we have no clue how we had
lost the trail and why that creepy feeling set over us. But I'm grateful
to listen to my feelings and I had my dad there with me. I
don't think I want to find out what could have happened if we had chosen
the wrong path. And then she writes, I'm sorry, this is not
what you expected, but it wasn't for me either. I think she's saying
this wasn't like a really crazy Bigfoot story, but there, you know,
there a lot of people have experiences they claim with Bigfoot. Well, they
get confused, they have time loss, all kinds of things happen because they
claim these creatures are around. I don't know how that happens. I don't
have any idea. I've never had any kind of experience like that, so
it's hard to relate. But I can relate to the fact that people do
get turned around. And people, you know, they'll even walk up a
mountain and they think they're walking down, but they think they're walking up.
I don't know the four to one one is that right? Is that what
it is? The four eleven one one four for David Pilate's whatever those stories
are called. I think that happens to people with those stories. They get
turned around. And they just start walking, and I don't know, they
wind up on a highway somewhere, you know, in another state. Weird
things happen out in the woods. Who can explain it? This was very
interesting. Go check out her channel, Trailhead Adventures. It is in the
is in the there's a link in the description. Now, my last video,
there were some girls here in Mississippi where I live, who have a
channel. I did a little fifteen second blurb of them then, and I
said I would put their link in the description, but I couldn't find their
channel anywhere. Thankfully, about four hours into the video, I was watching
the comments and someone had found it and put the link in the comments.
So I grabbed that link added to the description. It was there. I
don't think I'm going to have any trouble with Trailhead Adventures, but I'm gonna
look so anyway. If it's not there, it's just because I couldn't find
it. Maybe someone else can find it and let me know what it is.
But take a look at the description and go over there and say hi
to Trailhead Adventures. Okay, right, man, I can ramble on.
Let's go to something else. This is a story that's a little bit different.
It's not like a person is describing their encounter. But just listen to
the story and tell me if you don't think this is very intriguing. Writer
says Hi Cameron. I have debated relating this to you and just decided that
I should just go ahead and share it. I swear it's the truth,
and frankly, I'm surprised at the results. For over thirty years I taught
adult education classes to corporations who needed employees to learn software programming, etc.
Each seminart would last for a day or two usually and consisted of maybe twelve
students per class, so you got to know the students very well. We
would do two breaks and a lunch daily, but sometimes people were tired and
just needed a mental break as they were becoming overwhelmed with the information. I
would call these mental breaks. I would ask crazy questions just to see what
people would say. Who has met someone famous? Who is vacationed in Europe?
Who's been hit from behind in a car, who's gone to a Rolling
Stones concert? So one day I just threw this one out, who has
seen a ghost? Well? I expected no one to fess up to that,
as coworkers might think that they were crazy or something. Instead, about
one half of this particular class told their ghost stories, and I was shocked.
The ones who had not seen ghosts knew people who claimed to have seen
one or more. Anyway, I became curious, and I started asking the
ghost questions in about every classroom. I would warn them that I had some
fun questions during the day, and a few weird questions as well. They
were more than willing to share their experiences, and I would guess that all
of my students, and we were talking thousands of students, about one third
had had experiences with ghosts. Later, I started throwing in who has seen
a bigfoot? And at that question I would get laughs. But I did
end up with four students who swore they had crossed paths with a bigfoot.
And then I found out that our office manager had come face to face with
one. And Idaho when she was twelve years old. She was out at
night running around the weekend getaway cabin with her siblings and they came face to
face. She said that this thing smelled awful, it was a reddish brown
color, and was a he, and that he was just as shocked to
see them as they were to see him. They ran, and the creature
ran beside them, with trees and limbs as a divider between them. And
the next day they went back with their parents and found thick branches broken on
the side the bigfoot was running on. For my students, the bigfoot sightings
were always in the woods, and even though these people said they were scared
to death, no harm came to any of them. The creatures would just
walk away and disappear. And then he goes on to write, yes,
you can use this story if you wish on your podcast. Personally, I
have not seen a bigfoot, and I may have seen at once, but
it was a quick flash in the corner of my eye. Again, all
of the above is the absolute truth, and if you have any questions,
please feel free to reach out. I love your podcast and never thought I
would relate any of this, but now I feel like it's the right thing
to do. Best regards, and he signs the email. That's interesting,
people, That's why I do this channel. I mean, it wasn't the
plan to begin with. I just wanted to do something on YouTube, and
you know, I wasn't good. I'm never good at putting the camera on
myself. I thought I loved these stories. My grandkids love these stories,
and so I just thought I'd give it a whirl and come to find out,
people all over the world have I mean just regular people, regular people,
you know, just average people like me. They just have strange experiences
and they have really no one to tell them to. I mean, they
can tell them to their friends, they can tell them to their brothers and
family members, whatever, and they usually get laughed at. But it really
is amazing how many people have these weird stories, and this is just a
good place to share them with You's we just stay in our lane. We
just tell weird stories. And these are real, actual stories that people send
to me. And we do edit a few just to make them more legible
because some people aren't great writers. And that's fine. Didn't I read this
word for word. It needed no editing. This man can obviously put sentences
together and thoughts onto papers, so it made perfect sense. Anyway. I
thought this was intriguing because it kind of clicks with my channel because I'm looking
in my inbox and I've got over eighteen hundred emails in my inbox that I
haven't even opened yet. And I get to two or three, maybe four
in every podcast, and I'm gonna do my best to get to every single
email. If you've sent a story and I just can't make heads or tails
of it, sometimes I delete those. Believe me, some of them are
really they're just they're just illegible. I can't understand what's going on at all.
And some of them, if they're not that bad, I edit them.
Neoma edit some. Trust me. If I read them just like people
send them, very about twenty percent of them, you would have no clue
what's going on in these stories. So I try to make them enjoyable and
readable. I don't know, I guess I'm saying this for the newer people.
That's what this channel's all about. We just are over here in our
little corner having fun, telling these cool stories for your entertainment. We're not
here to help people. We're not here to get people therapy. You've if
you've had trauma with some kind of weird experiences, experience with a bigfoot or
a ghost or a UFO, you don't need to rely on a YouTube creator
for your therapy. You need to go see a therapist. That is not
what we do. We just share these stories for your entertainment. If it
helps the person get it off their chest, that's a that is a great
little bit of icing on the cake. But I've never claimed to do that.
I don't want to do that. I don't want to give anybody any
kind of false hope that I can help them in any way emotionally or mentally
with some bad experiences you've had. If you don't want to send your story
because of what I just said, don't do that. Just don't send it.
It's for me. This is all fun for some people who send these
in. Send these stories in. I know it's it's quite for some people.
It's therapeutic. For most people, it's a lot of fun to rewrite
these and send them in and listen to them read back, knowing that you
know, maybe ten or fifteen thousand people heard their story. You can write
in anonymously. Nobody has to know your name or where you're from or anything
like that. Haven't talked about this in a while. This letter, kind
of, I don't know, got me thinking a little bit about exactly why
I do this and what I do here. So that there's just a ton
of new people following along and I just thought i'd let you know this channel's
just for fun. It's for entertainment, so enjoy it. And I guess
that's all I wanted to say, just rambling on as usual. All Right,
that's going to be the last story in this podcast. I really appreciate
you guys clicking on this video or clicking on the podcast in whatever podcast app
you're using, because I'm so thankful for the people who listen and enjoy this,
especially the people who leave great comments. And even you know, there's
only about ten percent of people, probably less, who actually make comments in
the comment section, so thanks to all the people who never comment. You're
so appreciated. If there was a way that I could make you feel that,
I would, but you're just going to have to listen to my voice
and know that I'm truly, truly thankful for the people who listen and keep
this storytelling experience in the spirit that it is intended, and that is for
fun. It's just for fun. So thanks again. I hope to see
you guys on the next podcast. They'll be one up pretty soon. I
appreciate you and we'll see on the next one. Thanks