All right, I have an email here, this person wrote me, and
it has six encounters, and I'm going to read every one of them.
Do y'all, it's all you dudes that wear two pays. Put that chin
strap on. Go. Do you a bowl of popcorn and a microwave,
warm up some hot dogs or some leftover spaghetti, and sit down and get
ready for some really good stuff. Here's what this person writes. Like many
of your stories that you read, I'd like to say that each story that
I'm about to relate to you is true. I'm in my late fifties and
I can remember this as if it happened yesterday. I could still see and
feel everything in my mind's eye. And I never told anyone about this encounter
until thirty or forty years after it happened. I told my cousin, who
I will refer to in later stories, and then recently my wife. This
encounter is still so real to me. When I was ten years old,
I loved to go deer hunting with my dad and our neighbor and his son
on the weekends. It wasn't so much that I wanted to make a kill.
I just loved to get out in nature. I enjoyed seeing everything that
was out there. I watched several deer pass over the years, and I
never raised my rifle to shoot. We hunted several areas around central and northern
Louisiana, and many of the areas which we like to hunt were also a
part of the Kasachi National Forest. Our home borders the National Forest and as
close to Kencaid Lake. That fact will play into later stories that I will
tell you. It was a cold winter morning, and as far as winter
cold could be down here in Louisiana, it wasn't uncommon that over Christmas Break
to be in shorts. For Christmas Eve, you're heavy winter coat for Christmas
Day, ring in New Year's back in shorts. We like to say that
we have about four days of winter each year, but I know that's an
exaggeration. My dad, our neighbor, and our neighbor's boy and I got
up early at three am and we loaded up for a long ride toward northern
Louisiana. We would always get up early and ride at least an hour to
an hour and a half. We didn't see deer in the forest around our
house, so we would travel up to the Williana Pacton area to hunt.
I was at the age that it would always seem like it would take forever
to get there. We all piled into the cab of our neighbour's old four
single cab truck this morning, like many others before, with all our heavy
coats on. We were wedged in like sardines. It wasn't unusual to take
his truck due to the fact that he would want to load a six wheel
yellow ATV in the back. That ATV could do everything. It had a
joystick to maneuver, and it could even float. My friend and I I
spent several days in the past fishing off of that floating ATV. Our neighbor
would always scout out the different places in the fall for deer signs, and
then when the season rolled around, we would set off. There was no
such thing as a deer stand for us, or even having a fee plot
to hunt. We just went out in the woods and did our best.
This morning was no different than any other. We arrived at our scouted out
location and we were ready to hunt. We gathered up all of our gear
and then set out on foot on the trails in the old logging pass to
reach our prime location. My dad and our neighbor had the flashlights. Us
kids never did have one when we went out. As always, since I
was the youngest, I would get put out first so I would be closest
to the truck. I tended to take the kidding as well. It wasn't
uncommon for me the first to make it back to the truck on hunting trips.
Most times I would make it back early and be into the snacks and
drinks before anyone else made it back. The hunting gun that I used was
my great grandfather's four to ten single shot gun, for which I was only
given a handful of slugs. Now looking back, I wouldn't have been able
to kill a deer if I tried. It probably didn't even shoot straight anyway.
The slug had a star on the end of it. When looking at
the shell, and my neighbor would always laugh and say that if I shot
a deer that the star on the slug would brand it so I would know
it was my deer. On this morning, as we walked out into the
woods, we only went about one hundred yards off of gravel Road, and
my neighbor pointed and said that this would be a good spot for me.
I did as I was told, and I stepped off the trail and flopped
down on the stump. And as I look back up, I watched the
flashlights bob in the dark as they walked out of sight, leaving me sitting
in the pitch black dark. As always in the past, I looked up
into the night sky and there were stars everywhere. And I sat there in
the dark, the stars and waiting for daylight. It seemed like it was
taking for hours for daylight to get there. Usually, as it starts to
get light, a person can hear the forest come to life, birds will
sing, and the movement will begin and start the day. This morning,
though it was quieter than normal, I didn't hear the normal sounds, but
I didn't make anything of it. After all, it was below freezing that
morning and it was very cold to me. I didn't figure much would be
moving on a morning like this. Once a day began to break, I
began to take notice of the woods that were around me, and I saw
that the area in which I was sitting was more open than most places that
I had hunted. This area had a lot of young growth everywhere. There
were lots of high grass and other stumps, and behind me it was more
heavily wooded. Across the logging path, it had been clearcut in recent past
and was beginning to grow back. I was able to see mainly down the
trails and into a few open areas between the small saplings at this point.
I don't know for sure, but I think that I probably dozed off as
the sun started coming up, and as I began to wake up, I
started looking around me and had a very uneasy feeling come over me. Something
really didn't feel right. I felt like something was watching me, and I
couldn't help but want to get out of there. I felt like something else
was there with me, and that's when I saw it. About forty or
fifty yards away was a metallic silver gray object. I could see about half
of it due to being blocked from sight by the bushes in the high grass.
It was round and about twenty feet in diameter. If I had to
guess, I could see that it was a couple of feet off the ground,
but I couldn't see underneath it due to the high grass and weeds around
that area. As a kid, it looked to me like a wheel laying
on its side, two or three feet thick. It seemed to have a
ledge with a smaller dome on top of that. There were no markings.
There was nothing that was when I noticed a sound like a slight hum in
the air. It was like what you would hear around a transformer with electricity
flowing through it. It was real faint, but you could hear the slight
hum, and I was overcome with either curiosity or fear. I didn't know
if I should get up to see what it was or continue to sit there.
I elected to sit there, very still and watch it. It was
beginning to get very light outside, and my mind started working overtime at that
point. Was I really seeing this or is my mind playing tricks on me?
That's what I was thinking. Am I going crazy? Or is this
some kind of machine that the Forestry Service had in the woods. The forest
was still and it was really quiet. I didn't hear any wildlife that I
would normally hear. All I could hear was the buzzing hum. I started
looking around to see if I could see anything else in the open area that
I was in, and I sat there for a while, and I continued
to keep my eye on the object, but still had that uneasy feeling.
I wanted to leave, But then I thought back to how most times when
I went hunting, I was always the one to make it way back to
the truck first, and I was always ribbed about that. This time I
didn't want to go back so soon and take the ribbing again. Everyone would
always say that I probably left too soon and would probably miss the biggest buck.
One time that was the case, and I did miss a big buck
when we found huge tracks by my spot after I had left. I didn't
want to go through all that again, so scared or not, I was
going to stay put. I nervously began to look around, and I took
my eyes off the object for a short time, and when I look back
at it, I could have sworn that it had moved. It appeared that
it was closer to me than it had been to begin with. This made
me really nervous, and I cocked the hammer on my four to ten and
I pourting it toward the object. I said to myself, if you come
any closer, I'm going to shoot. And I sat there for only a
few more moments, and as I watched the object, it did move.
It looked like it moved forward and drifted up a bit, and then it
moved back and down like it was before. It appeared like the object was
hovering from the movement. This time, I knew it was time to go,
and I took off, making my way as fast as I could back
toward the truck without running. And I kept looking behind me as I went
to be sure, but I didn't see anything following me. I did make
it back to the truck before anyone else made it back, and I ate
a few snacks and I drank some water, and I stayed at the truck
for an hour. During that time, I noticed squirrels moving in the trees
and the birds chirping, and I didn't have that uneasy feeling anymore. Curiosity
got the best of me again. I just had to know what it was
that I had seen in the woods, so I took up my shotgun and
I left the truck and I crossed the gravel road back down the logging path,
making my way back to the spot that I was hunting in earlier.
Just before I ran to the corner, I cocked the hammer on the gun
again and I headed to see what this thing was. I went around the
corner, and to my surprise, there was nothing there. The spot was
empty, The thing was gone. That was all it took for me.
I was done. I looked around once more and turned around and ran as
fast as I could back to the truck. An Olympic sprinter would have had
a hard time keeping up with me at that moment. This time, I
stayed at the truck and I waited for everyone else to return. I didn't
tell anyone about it when they came back to the truck because I knew that
no one would believe what I had seen. For some strange reason, we
left early that day. On our normal hunting days, we would stay out
until someone killed a deer or it got late. But that day everyone arrived
back at the truck to eat their snacks and lunch, and then we all
left to go home. No one talked about anything as in a normal conversation.
Maybe they had an uneasy feeling as well. Looking back at it now,
I wish I would have gone back and seen where the object had been
and looked to see if there was any evidence of it having been there.
But at that time I was too scared and I wanted to get as far
away from it as I could. Even though this was a frightening experience,
it didn't keep me from going back in the woods. I continued to hunt
with my father and neighbors for years to come. I still love to explore,
make trails, and enjoy being out in nature. All right, since
this is a long podcast, let's just take a break, I want to
tell you one thing. Friday, May tenth, I will release the first
part, the first six or seven chapters of Blood Eagle. It should be
maybe a two or three hour podcast, and then Saturday Part two, and
then Sunday Part three. I think in another video I had said I was
gonna put it in four parts, but I think I'm gonna do it in
three. I don't know. It may be four, we'll just see.
But I just wanted to tell you that. And then real quick there,
I try not to make this long and get back into this series of stories
as quickly as I can. But I have to say this. About a
year year and a half ago, YouTube approached me. They assigned me like
a consultant to talk about, you know, how to grow your YouTube channel
and all this stuff. And basically what they wanted me to do was turn
on a bunch of features that I haven't turned on, like, uh,
I think I've used the Premiere feature once, and I've done some lives a
few times. And I don't do memberships because all my stuff is free to
you. But one thing I did agree to turn on after they really put
the pressure on me, was to turn on the super chats where you can
donate to the channel. Now, there's probably in the last year and a
happened, about ten people donate, you know, small amounts of money,
and I appreciate it so much. But there's one woman who donate. She
has donated like one hundred and fifty or two hundred bucks in increments, like
twenty five or fifty dollars increments over the last six months or so. And
her name is Kim Jones and she's you can see her in the I'm not
I mean, I don't mind saying her name because it's her handle on YouTube.
And she does these super chats for me in like twenty five fifty bucks
at a time, and I just want to say, thank you, Kim,
that is so nice to you to do that. But I don't want
anybody to give me money. I just turned on that feature because they kind
of pressured me to do it, and I have struggled with turning it off.
I've wanted to turn it off ever since I turned it on, because
that's not what It's just not my nature to take money from people. I
just have too much pride. But I turned it on, and you know,
over the last year and a half, I bet I've been donated maybe
three hundred bucks. And it is so nice of you guys to do that.
I'm not asking you to do it now. As a matter of fact,
I don't want you to do it. But the people that have and
just kind of noticed it down there in the corner and donated. Thank you,
and especially thank you to Kim Jones for being so generous with me.
Every time she gives me twenty five bucks or whatever. YouTube gets about half
of it, by the way, that's why I don't want y'all to donate
to it. But every time she donates twenty five or fifty bucks, I
take my wife out to lunch or dinner and she's buying us lunch or dinner.
And so, Kim, thank you so much. You're a very nice
and generous person, and I just wanted to thank you for that. Okay,
let's get back to this podcast story number two Lights near the Cemetery.
When I was in high school, every Friday night, several of my friends
and I would go out. We attended a rural high school and I was
a junior, and our idea of a night on the town was driving thirty
minutes to where everything was happening. There was roller skating, or watching a
movie and playing video games, or cruising the town and hanging out watching girls,
And that was our idea of a good time. None of my group
of friends had girlfriends, and we were too busy working on our cars and
racing. If it didn't have four wheels and a steering wheel, we didn't
fool with it. On this night, we did our normal trip to town.
I drove because I had the most dependable car out of all of us.
Most of us had to be home before midnight, and being that we
lived thirty minutes from town, we would leave around eleven o'clock. And as
you traveled out of town, heading toward where we lived, you went miles
down a two lane highway through the woods. The land was flat when you
left town, but at a point changed into rolling hills and It was at
these hills where you would be approaching the Kencaid Lake Kasachi National Forest Area.
There were no street lights, no houses that you could see from the road,
and as you made the gradual turn where the hills began, directly to
the right, about one hundred feet off the road was an unkept, small,
old family cemetery. At that time, one of my buddies had taken
an interest in my sister. He and my sister were riding in the backseat
of the car and paying no attention to anyone but each other. My other
buddy was in the front of the car while I drove. We weren't talking,
we were just looking out the windshield as I drove down the road.
We had finished our night on the town and we're headed back home through the
woods, and we entered the gradual turn into the hills where the cemetery was
located, and just as we were passing it, I saw a rather bright
flash of light go across the front windshield of my car. It was like
the glare of a street light streaking across, but it was brighter. It
went from right to left, and it was lower than treetop level over the
car. Initially I thought it was a street light, and then I realized
that there was nothing around here. There are no street lights, There's only
woods. I realized this, and I turned to my buddy beside me and
I looked at him. He was looking at me and his eyes were as
big as saucers. He said, did you see that? Yeah? I
saw that. What was that? I don't know. Did we just see
a UFO? I said maybe. My sister and my friend in the back
never saw anything or even knew what was going on. It was a bright
light and there was no sound. It was right in front of us,
and it streaked across right in front of the top of the car, and
it was really fast. We only mentioned it a few times to each other
through the rest of high school, but never gave it much thought. We
never knew what it was. I mentioned it to my mother and she said,
we were just seeing things. Many years later, my cousin and I
were talking about strange things that happened out here in the middle of nowhere,
and I told him about this night in high school when we had the light
dart in front of the car. I didn't mention to him where it was
that we had seen the light, but the look on his face changed almost
to shock, and he immediately said, it happened in front of that old
cemetery, didn't it. He began to relate to me about an incident that
he had encountered at the same place around nineteen sixty nine. This was fifteen
years earlier. He said that he was driving home by himself after having been
out for a while. He couldn't really tell what time it was, but
he knew it was late. When he came around the curve and passed the
cemetery, he said that a bright light came up across the road right in
front of his old GMC pickup. He thought that he was going to hit
it, and he swerved to avoid it, and as he went off the
shoulder, he blew a tire. He gained control of the truck and got
it stopped, and then he realized that he didn't have a spare. It
was a cold night and he had been drinking. There was no traffic on
the highway, and just past the cemetery there was a roadside picnic area.
He eased into there and he stopped and back then there were no cell phones
to call for help, so he decided to lay down on the park bench
and he went to sleep. When he woke up the next morning, he
had covered himself up in leaves, all except his nose to stay warm.
Only his nose was cold. He said it was so cold it almost froze
off. And after getting up he hitched a ride home. But after hearing
his story, we really don't know. But we could have seen the same
thing only years apart. We both described the same details. My cousin always
did say that there was something out there, but no one ever knew what
it was. This is his third story. It's called the orange ball incident.
These five incidents happened over a span of time, starting around the late
seventies to about twenty and sixteen. We are patiently watching and waiting for it
to come about again. The locations are each anchored around central Louisiana. Kencaid
Lake is a man made reservoir that borders Kasachi National Forest, about a mile
through the woods from the dead end road mentioned in these stories. Each story
describes encounters that could possibly be of the same object, but I will leave
that up for you to decide. The first incident was related to us by
our neighbor who lives across the road. It is a short story, but
it is unnerving all the same. Sometime during the late nineteen seventies to early
eighties, he decided to go fishing at night on Kencaid Lake. He went
out on the lake with his boat and went to one of his favorite night
fishing holes. And as he was fishing, an orange ball of light rose
up out of the water near his location. It was so bright that it
lit up the area of the lake all around him, and there was no
sound, and he had no idea what it was, and he decided at
that moment to get the heck out of there. He threw his fishing pole
in the boat and he took off. He was lucky to have gotten out
alive. As he sped back through the stumping fested lake to the dock.
He hurriedly loaded his boat and he tore out towards home. Moving ahead to
two thousand and eight, our two sons and a friend were driving home one
night from church. It was a bit late, since they usually stopped off
for a bike to eat before heading home. They were driving my truck since
I was working nights at the time and I wasn't home. We live on
a dead end road, and when you turn off the highway, you travel
a short distance to a fork in the road, and at the fork,
which we call the wy, you turn on our dead end road. As
the boys returned home and made the turn at the why, they noticed that
the headlights on the truck began to flicker, and the dashlights went out.
It was then that they saw there an orange glow beginning to illuminate the outside
of the truck. It lit up the truck so bright that the inside of
the truck began to glow. An orange ball of light passed over the truck
and headed due south, straight down the road, and it was gone about
a mile from the end of the shroad. As ken kaid late, the
boys, shaking up, drove quickly down to the end of the road to
their grandparents' house, and they rushed inside. My mother opened the door to
let them in, and they ran in, and they stopped in the utility
room. And when she got a good look at them, she said that
they looked like they had seen a ghost. She asked them what was the
matter. All three of them didn't say anything, and she asked them again.
Something must have happened. What is it. The oldest son, who
was driving, said nothing, Grandma under his breath, Yeah, something happened.
She said, y'all look like you've seen a ghost. What is it?
And reluctantly they started to explain that they had seen an orange ball.
They explained that it came over the truck as they turned at the wy in
the road. They further explained how it headed south and it disappeared. Well.
I found out what had happened the next day after I got off work.
Since time has passed, my middle son has recalled the incident more clearly.
He said that when he looked out the window and saw the glow,
he bent down to look up into the sky and he could see three lights
in a large triangle shape. As it started to move up and away from
them, it looked like it flipped. The bottom light rotated to the top,
and then it quickly rose out of sight in an instant. The summer
following this incident, about six months later, I was beginning to wax the
top of my cab, which I did religiously, and I noticed several places
in the paint where it had bubbled. Shortly after that, the paint on
the hood on the top of the bed started cracking and bubbling. I had
never seen a base coat and a clear coat suffer paint failure that quickly.
My son has an identical truck. It's the same color and all, and
he's never washed or waxed it in years, and his paint still looks good.
Is this a coincidence or not? Three years later, our oldest son
came home from a visit from college around the Christmas break. He pulled into
the driveway around midnight and parked in the front yard, and as he got
out of the truck, our two dogs and the neighbor's dogs, who is
usually fearless, ran as if to greet him, but instead tried to crawl
into the truck and stayed between his legs. They were completely scared of something,
And at that point he saw a glowing orange ball about the size of
a basketball at the top of the hill by the house, about fifteen feet
off the ground. It was was moving eastward down the hill, twenty yards
from the woodline. It floated past him and across the road toward his grandparents'
house, and then it raised up to go over the house and it continued
east out of sight. During that time that it was going down the hill.
He fumbled for his phone to take a picture while trying to keep an
eye on the object. Being scared and shaken up, he couldn't find the
right buttons to take the picture with his phone before it went out of sight.
Now, our middle son, who had seen the orange ball years earlier,
always joked to his best friend that strange things happened in the middle of
nowhere, quoting courage the Cowardly Dog. His best friend had heard the stories
many times. He always told our son that he was full of crap and
didn't believe any of it. Late one evening in the fall of twenty twelve,
our middle son, his best friend, and I were working in the
shop behind their grandparents' house. His best friend had inherited his grandfather's old truck
and needed help working on it. The repairs took longer than we thought they
were going to in about two am. When we finished up, my son
asked if his friend wanted to spend the night. He replied, now,
I need to get home, and he hopped into his truck and drove down
our road and he left. My son and I cleaned up in the shop.
We put things away and we walked home. Later, his friend called
and told our son, I'm never leaving your house that late ever again.
I believe you now. When I got to the end of the road,
you know what that why I saw the orange ball come right over my truck.
He didn't explain anything else about what happened. He just said that he
floored the old truck and got the hell out of there as fast as he
could. Now. I have lived in this location bordering Kasashi National Forest most
of my life. My wife and I walked the logging trails to ken Kaid
Lake all the time, and over the years I've been working in the shop
late at night, hearing coyotes and panthers and screech owls and strange noises,
but nothing that couldn't be explained. I walked at all hours of the night
back and forth to the shop to work, and I sit outside for hours
stargazing. I had never seen the orange ball that the boys had seen.
It did become such a curiosity that our neighbors and family made a pack that
if we ever saw anything, we would immediately call the others and just say
orange ball, so that the others could come outside to see And in April
of twenty sixteen, right around midnight, I was coming home from Shreveport after
working all day. It was a clear, cold night and there was no
moon. And as I turned from the highway and approached the wy my truck
likes began to flicker and the dashlights went out and the motors skipped. I
immediately said, what the heck is wrong with you? Now? I knew
that this would be something else that I was going to have to fix,
and that a diesel motor usually doesn't miss unless something major is going on.
And as I turned right on the why, I noticed the light going right
over the treetops directly above me. I wasn't even thinking about the orange ball,
and my first thought was, wow, that helicopters really low. Our
home is in the flight path of a military base and an airport. Military
helicopters fly all the time from east to west and west to east, and
they never north to south. And as I said that to myself, I
noticed that there was no sound and that the light was glowing orange and moving
pretty fast. It was headed straight down our north south road at treetop level.
The light from this object was illuminating the tops of the trees. Now,
conventional aircraft don't do that. I realized at the moment that this was
like the orange ball that the boys had seen. I sped up my truck
to try to get a better look. The road is about a quarter mile
long. Where it did end, the road gradually goes downhill to our driveway.
And as I drove and it began going down hill, I turned off
my lights to try to get a better view without the glow of the instrument
panel. And I continued to watch it, and I was driving at a
good clip, and it was a wonder that I didn't hit a tree.
And as I neared my neighbor's driveway, I came almost to a stop.
The orange ball veered slightly left, heading out toward Kasachie and Kencaid Lake.
And as I continued watching it, as far as I could see, it
didn't look like it continued going straight. It looked like it dove down until
I couldn't see it anymore. I don't know how to describe it any other
way. It looked like it went out over the woods and then it went
down. I turned my lights back on and I raced up to the driveway
and I ran into the house and I woke my wife up. I excitedly
told her that I had just seen the orange ball. And as I told
my wife about what had happened, we remembered our security cameras. We had
recently installed several security cameras around our place. The camera on the front door
points directly toward the end of the driveway in the main road. The camera
range, though does not catch above the treetops due to our house as eve.
But upon reviewing the footage, we can see a bright glare illuminating down
the road heading south. At a point after the bright glare passes by,
the road is dark and the next thing we could see was when the lights
on the truck were turned on and the truck drove into the driveway. Now
we are left wondering when we might see it again. Now this is story
number four. It's called possible Bigfoot. At a family get together one evening.
This story was related to me by two of my cousins and my aunt
and my uncle. I have no reason to believe that this story isn't true.
They live across the highway about a mile and a half from us,
and are probably a mile from Kasachi. National Forest woods connect the whole area,
and behind my cousin's house is an area of dense woods and lots of
pine saplings and brush, And my cousin didn't tell this story to too many
people. He didn't want a lot of people coming out there, especially with
guns and messing around. Between late nineteen seventy nine to nineteen eighty this started
up one night anywhere from eleven to one am. They were hearing noises of
something moving around in the woods behind their house and the sounds of tree branches
snapping. He said when it first started, his dogs were going nuts and
barking and raising cane. One dog was a huge Doberman pincher. Also there
was a small mixed breed hound and another medium sized dog. Sometimes they would
go into the woods and bark continuously, and other times they would only go
to the fence line and bark, and even with all the motion whatever,
it was never messed with the dogs. As time went on, though,
the dogs became used to it. They wouldn't even bother barking. One time,
he and his dad took cubeams spotlight. They went to the edge of
the woods to the fence line. He shined his light to where the noise
was coming from, but whatever it was would just be out of range of
the light. And other times they would get by the edge of the fence.
His mother and his father and he would walk the length of the fence
line, which was a couple of hundred feet. Every two or three steps
they would take. Whatever it was would take one step and keep up with
them. They did this all the way to the end of their property line.
They would then turn around and come back, and it would pace them
all the way back. One night, my cousin decided that he was going
to walk back into the woods with his cubeam to see if he could see
anything. He thought about taking a gun, but he figured if he saw
it he might have to shoot it then he would feel bad about that since
it never bothered them. He went ahead and walked into the woods, and
the farther he went, and the farther it would move away from him,
and as he came back to the house, it followed, but seemingly kept
the same distance. One day, he must have mentioned it to some service
guys at work about what was going on at his house, and they were
curious, and they decided that they were going to come see what it was.
There were four or five Service guys that showed up, and they were
armed with guns. They got to my cousin's house about eight pm and waited
until ten or eleven o'clock. They didn't hear any sounds. Everything was quiet.
My cousin said, well, looks like it's not going to move around
tonight. When all of a sudden, the dogs took off at a dead
run into the woods. The noises had begun again. You could hear the
big dog running like it was after something. He was grunting and huffing as
he ran, like he was really on the trail of something. The little
one was right behind him, barking all time. When all of a sudden,
whatever it was, the big dog must have hit it. It sounded
like the dog ran into a brick wall with a big thud. Next,
the little dog started screaming like she was being killed. My cousin figured that
that was the end of his dogs, and that whatever this thing was had
done gotten his dogs. The Service guys, after hearing all of this going
on, they jumped in their car. My cousin asked, where are you
guys going. They said, we're getting out of here. They laughed as
fast as they could, and a minute or so later, both dogs came
walking out of the woods like nothing had happened. However, when he went
to check to see them if they were all right, the small dog was
covered and slimy spit or saliva. It was like, whatever this thing was,
it seemed to have put it in its mouth or licked the dog and
covered it. My mother was listening as my cousin told us this story,
and she said, oh, that's not really what happened. My aunt was
there and she replied, yes, that is exactly what happened. My mother
then said that it must be true. Then she always said that my aunt
never exaggerated. My cousin told us that they had taken a sample of the
saliva on the dog and sent it to be tested, and it came back
with the result stating they didn't know what it was. That was the only
answer that he ever received. Some time later, my cousin and his dad
decided to go back into those woods during the daylight hours to see if they
could see anything else, and the only thing they found were several trees which
were about eight to ten inches in diameter that had their top snapped off at
about seven to eight feet in the air, and brush was pushed over it.
There were no tracks to be seen due to all the pine straw and
hard ground and heavy undergrowth in the area and the movement of whatever this thing
was, and the occasional loud branch is snapping went on every night for six
months, and then it all just stopped and they never knew what it was,
all right. This is story number five. It's titled I See the
Moon. My wife and I would always joke around every time we would see
the moon, because one of us or the other would exclaim I see the
moon, and the other would reply. It was like a competition who could
see the moon first. One night, my wife and I were returning home
from town after grocery shopping. It was a very dark evening. A storm
had moved in and there was a lot of thunder and lightning, and the
flashes of lightning lit up the sky and it almost blinded us. As we
were traveling out of town due west toward home. I was driving slowly.
The rain was coming down heavy, and, as my Papa would say,
like a cow peeing on a flat rock. My wife was looking in my
direction. As we talked about the day. About that time, the bright
streak of light lit up the sky. Now she looked out driver's side front
windows. She exclaimed, I see the moon, and I replied I see
the moon too, And at that instant we both said, wait, that
camp be right. We both had observed a perfect round sphere like a moon.
It was all white with no detail larger than the moon due to it
being closer and at about a forty five degree angle southwest through our windshield.
That's when we realized that it couldn't have been the moon, first off,
because it was cloudy and storming, and secondly, it was in the wrong
part of the sky. Strange things happen in the middle of nowhere. All
right. Now here's story number six. It's called lake Watchitaw. My wife
and I enjoy camping. Weeks earlier, we reserved a campsite at Lake Watchtaws
State Park in Arkansas. Hey. By the way, I want to say
so, I know people correct the way I pronounce things all the time.
For some reason, when I pronounce lake watching it tall, people correct me
in the comment section and they say, no, it's like watch it all.
And I think, well, that's what I said. It's watch it
all, oh Uacha Lake, watchitall. It so all you people who don't
think I'm saying it right, it's watch it all, and don't comment and
say it's like watch it all, because that's what I said. Anyway,
back to the story. We left home after work and we drove the five
and a half hours to our camp site. After winding through a scenic mountain
highway curving back and forth. It was close to midnight when we got there.
As we came into the campground and search for our camp site, we
realized that quiet hours began at ten pm. We decided to pull into the
site to sleep for the night and not unhook the camper until the next morning.
We would wait until daylight to unload and back in correctly when we could
see much better. The night was cool and beautiful, with the moon seemingly
full. There was an ice breeze to enjoy, and we walked to the
edge of the campsite to look out over the lake with all the beautiful reflections,
and the edge of the lake by our campsite continued one hundred yards to
the left and then it circled back to the other side, and as we
stood there admiring the view, something screamed and yelled. I really have nothing
to compare it to. It was loud, and it was long, and
it was guttural. It seemed as though something with a huge lung capacity made
it. We've heard many sounds in the woods and we've never heard anything like
this before. At that moment, my wife only said one thing, I'm
going back in the camper, and like that, she left me out there.
I stood out there for a while longer, and I didn't hear anything
else, so I joined her in the camper, And now that we both
think back on that night, we realized that there were no sounds other than
the breeze and the trees when we stood out there, and the quietness of
that night. It was one of the reasons that we were drawn to the
beauty of that evening before the silence was shattered. We did stay there for
the following few days, listening at night, but we never heard that again.
The next February, we reserved another site at Lake Watchtoss State Park.
The site was on the end of the campground loop, in the direction in
which we had heard the guttural yell. The year before, we put out
our chairs and we made a campfire to enjoy the extremely cold night. Across
the road from the camping loop, the mountain rises up to a crest over
into a valley. As we sat enjoying our fire, we heard a short,
high pitched scream to the north of us. Instantly, as the scream
stopped, a large pack of coaties began yipping and howling and moving from the
north to the south across the ridge through the valley. The noise they made
never stopped as they moved until they were out of range. The next few
nights were quiet, but on our last night there there was another loud scream
and a pack of coyotes started up again, this time, though they were
further away and didn't yell for as long. As we spoke to another couple
the next day, they were quickly to say that they were shaken by the
noises as well. And that's the end of this couple stories. They say
thank you again for giving people a place to share these things that have happened
to them. I asked that you do not give our names. Feel free
to contact us. Blah blah blah. We do some We have some other
stories. That our relatives have shared with us over the years, and may
include them in a future email. We love you and God blessed well.
I love you too, two you guys, thank you for sending this.
And this is one of the rare, you know, five percent of the
stories that I didn't have to have anybody look at it to edit it,
to correct it so I could read it. It was just like perfectly written.
May have changed a word or two as I got to it, but
that's because as I got to it, and that word came to my mind,
and I just kept reading. These people go through a lot of stuff,
their whole family, These orange orbs and lights stricking across the sky and
possible bigfoots yelling at them. This is really good stuff. So I appreciate
the I appreciate the email. I appreciate you sharing all these encounters with us.
I thought they were great. And uh, that'll wind up this video.
I appreciate you guys listening, and we'll see you on the next one.