All right, here's a really cool story. I don't know the Oh my
gosh, Gema link Jemma get and these chickens are driving me crazy. I'm
sending you my story of an interaction I had was something many years ago.
I'm sending you. I'm sending you this in a way to get it off
my chest. I've only told this story to two people before, one my
wife and the other my brother. But I still feel the need to sort
of get it out after all this time. Hold on just a minute,
y'all, Gemma get yeah, yeah, yeah, all right there I closed
my daughter. Now we shouldn't be interrupted anymore. About twenty eight or twenty
nine years ago, I work for a hospital in West Palm Beach, Florida.
The hospital has since closed down. I had worked there for a few
years and used the same route to go to and from work on every shift.
I lived in Royal Palm Beach at the time. That meant that I
drove east to work in the morning in West back home in the afternoon.
On this day I was leaving work for home. I had come to know
the streets on my drive quite well, and I came to recognize the scenery
for example, one house always had kids bicycles in the front yard. They
were dropped where they had left them. There was a basketball or two in
the yard, and certain cars in particular driveways. This was the normal scenery
for these streets, and I would notice if something was different or unusual.
I saw a large, dirty white object to my left up the street.
It was not normally there. At first, I thought someone had discarded an
old white or tan recliner, or that I was looking at a discarded washing
machine. It was far enough away that I couldn't quite figure out what it
was yet, and as I got closer to it, it took more and
more of my attention. I just couldn't figure it out. But there was
something about it that bothered me. As I got even closer, I continued
to look at it and wondered, what the hell is that. I looked
in my rear view mirror and I saw no cars were behind me, and
I began to slow down to get a better look. When I was several
car links from it, I took my foot off the gas and I slowed
down even more. My truck was just coasting now. When I got two
or three car links from it, I suddenly realized that the thing that I
was looking at was alive. I could see skin in pores, and it
looked like a plucked bird. Suddenly the objects seemed to be in hyper detail
to me, and I could see skin and pores and wrinkles and grass stains
here and there. I thought, this thing can't be real. It can't.
But I see skin, and I'm looking at something's back, and it's
huge. It's as big as a washing machine, and it's crouching down.
I didn't see arms or legs or a head yet, just the back.
When I was ten or twelve feet away from it, looking at its right
side and the back of its head, it slowly and very casually turned its
head to look at me. I looked directly into its face and eyes,
and again everything seemed to come into hyper detail, with its face seemingly to
be directed in front of my face. It had jet black eyes, no
visible whites. There was a small straight mouth and slits for nostrils, and
black freckles on its face. I don't remember seeing ears or hair. Its
face was devoid of emotion, completely blank. I got no sense of male
or female. It was intent on me, and then it considered me,
and then it dismissed me. I've had years to think about this part of
the interaction, and to say it studied me or examine me would be wrong.
Is that would imply too much effort. It considered me like I was
a bug on the sidewalk. At this point I felt a slight push or
pressure, like someone touching my forehead and upper chest gently with a finger,
And I felt and heard this one is of no consequence. The first two
words of this kind were implied, but the rest of the thought was clear
as a bell. This thing, this not human, not animal, considered
me of no consequence. I can't identify this thing, and it doesn't consider
me a danger. It doesn't consider my seeing it a threat. It considered
me of no consequence, like that bug on a sidewalk. While this thing
was considering me and pushing into my consciousness, I got to look into it,
a slight look, but it was a look. This thing was not
lost, It was not alien and not scared or hesitant. It was comfortable
and confident. It was in its natural habitat where it lived, and it
had been in contact with humans before. At no time was I scared during
this interaction. I was just confused, never having seen anything like this before,
and I had nothing to compare it to. I couldn't believe what I
was seeing. I thought to myself that I can't be seeing this, And
even as the truck was still slowly coasting, I closed my eyes for a
second and I put my head down, thinking I'm not seeing this. And
I picked my head up and I opened my eyes, and what I saw
only makes some sense at all. All these years later, I recently saw
video of one of the Navajo rangers and he said that some entities are able
to give us what he called snapshot memories or visuals, to substitute for what
you were really looking at. And I think that's what happened. When I
opened my eyes, I was looking at an Australian shepherd dog. It was
black and brown and white and sitting there staring at me. It didn't move,
it didn't blink, it didn't sniff, and it definitely was not a
normal dog. I kept looking at it and it never moved, and I
watched it in the side view mirror as it faded behind me, and it
never moved. It just continued to watch me drive away. I think I
might have forgotten about the whole thing if it wasn't for that push and the
hearing of that of no consequence, which ended up really angering me at being
dismissed like that. And that's the end of the story. Now. I
thought this story was appropriate because I I think in New Mexico or Arizona,
there's a story going around of a something streaking out of the sky. Many
people saw it, and then there's a call to nine one one from this
family who is claiming that something landed in their backyard and there are alien eight
or nine foot tall creatures walking around in their backyard. This story seems to
be getting traction. It's kind of it's kind of probably semigone viral. We're
hearing a lot of things. There was a whistleblower recently talking about the Roswell
incident and that the United States has a spacecraft or some kind of craft built
not on this Earth and creatures, or the pilots, at least the pilots
of the craft, they're dead, but they have them preserved and are studying
them and are trying to reverse engineer the crafts that they commandeered. And this
is all interesting and it's almost like after this whistleblower made these revelations. And
I don't know if that if what he's saying is valid. I have no
idea, but I'm following the story and trying to figure out, looking at
YouTube videos, reading articles, trying to find everything I can. But this
is really interesting stuff. There's a video of this family trying to get in
their backyard, the one that called nine one one, and they are scared
to death. They they're both all of them are armed, and they're trying
to walk in the gate and they keep seeing something and they're backing out and
you don't see it in the video anyway, Just to cut to the point,
it kind of seems like these incidents are kind of gaining frequency, don't
I don't understand it. But you know, the UFO thing has always been
interesting to me, but these reports that are coming out are fascinate. And
you know what's weird, Nobody cares. Nobody seems to care about it.
It's not front page news. It's not. Of course, there's a lot
of things going on in our country, a lot of corruption and things like
that, it's not front page news at all. It's like, it's like,
I don't know what the deal is, but the news cycle and the
news the way people report news is so foreign to what I'm used to all
my life. But anyway, I thought this story kind of went along with
or I think current events can compare and contrast to this man's experience. What
could that thing have been, I don't know, but it was a fascinating
story. Sorry, I'll talk so much after this story, but it's it
was really good and I wanted to make sure you heard it. So thanks
to the writer for sending it. All. Right, let's see if we
can piss a few people off in this segment of the podcast. I have
mentioned before to the greater audience of this podcast that I get crazy emails from
people you can imagine, you can just imagine, and I've never really gone
into detail about what they say, but I brought a couple up here just
to give you a little flavor of the kind of emails that I get.
And they make me laugh. And I'm going to read these and kind of
respond point by point because they're so absurd it's unreal. I have another one
on my phone. It's the best one I've ever gotten, and I can't
seem to transfer it. To my computer. But I will, I will,
I'll figure it out and I'll get it in a podcast coming up pretty
soon. But here's the first one, and this is this is one of
probably three hundred emails I've gotten over the years. The writer says, I
have a question for you. You seem pretty balanced and level headed and all
that I've heard over the years. I've been a subscriber to your YouTube in
podcast for a couple of years. Thank you very much. I appreciate you
subscribing and listening. But why the fascination with Steve Lily? From what I
gather, he's a paid sasquatch hit man, That is correct. I have
no love for this type of person. He's a cold blooded killer. Or
am I mistaken? The fact that you made a channel just for him is
beyond me. Are you so desperate for ratings you promote the senseless killing of
an obviously intelligent and feeling being. Okay, you have no idea if this
creature, if it even exists, or if it does, if it's intelligent,
or if it has feelings. I'm just I'm sorry to pop your bubble
there. He goes on to right, if I'm wrong, please educate me.
I'm just curious as to your reasoning for the support for Steve. No
disrespect meant to you. I love your podcast in videos, but do not
get your fascination and I do not get your fascination in support of Steve.
Lily be well. Eric. The only thing I can tell you, Eric,
is I write those stories because I want to. How's that. Okay,
here's the next one. I have two more. Here's one, y'all.
I have a chicken. I'll stop here for just a second. I
have chickens in my office. Now. I know y'all think that's funny,
but we have been covered up with snakes this year. The last seven days,
I bet I have pulled ten or twelve snakes out of my out of
the land boxes. They're not venomous snakes. They're not dangerous. They will
bite you. I've been bit in a couple of times. If I had
the camera and I'd show you this scab on my hand from where a snake
bit me. And I need to look up what kind of snake is.
But it's the most common snake in this little local area, at least on
my place. But they're these big snakes and they can fit an egg in
their mouth. They can eat chicks up to you know, maybe maybe a
couple of months old. And we do have some chicks, but they haven't
messed with our chicks, but they're eating the eggs. And so now these
chickens are shy of the nesting boxes and they want to come in my office
and lay eggs. We're finding eggs everywhere in my lawnmower seat and my tractor's
seat. So if you I don't know if y'all can hear that scratching,
But she's over there on the plywood floor trying to make a nest, and
I'm just gonna let her lay her an egg there, because then that's food
for me. So I'm gonna I'm gonna oblige her. And I've got another
one standing right outside the door, kind of scoping things out so that it
may get even louder. Okay, let's go to the next email. I've
got two more emails. This woman. I think the woman said. I
think it's a woman. She says, you've been honest, that you've never
had any contact with these beans, and it shows I think that's a I
think that's a cut to me. But I'm not gonna lie to you.
I've never seen any sign, never seen a foot, and never seen any
evidence of bigfoot. And I am a skeptic. I've said that ever since
I started this channel, but I do love the stories on with the email.
I've listened to your readings from people and that's fine, but I made
the mistake of tuning into your Steve Lily series and I find it horrific and
disgusting. These beings are just like people. Some are good and some are
bad. My experience has been good, nothing like what you portrayed. I'm
a fifty seven year old Native Mississippian who never ever thought I would experience a
relationship other than that, other than with my own family. Please stop vilifying
what you know nothing about. It only encourages people to hate and fear what
they don't know. I'm speaking from my heart, and I wish you know
ill well, ma'am. I wish you no ill either, But you have
no idea what these things are. We don't even have a verified picture photograph
of a bigfoot. Now everybody will say we do, but it's not.
We don't have us. They've not been studied, they're not recognized by any
university, any wildlife agency, and you have no idea. These things could
be vicious and they could be eating people if they exist, or they could
be Harry and the Henderson's. You don't know, but thank you for the
email. You don't have to listen to my Steve Lily stories. And the
reason I write them is because I want to. Okay, here's the last
email, and this is part of why I love writing. This is totally
This is on the other end of the spectrum, and this is why.
Yep, these chickens are getting real lively in here. They're ready to lay
some eggs on my floor. They're distracting me. So I'm sorry, but
here's a great email. And this is just to show you. On the
other end, I get way more of these than I get the negative emails.
I just think the negative emails are so to Chris. But here's what
the man writes. My father, staff sergeant. He gives his name.
I'm not gonna I'm not gonna say his name. But they're from Detroit and
he served in the Marine Corps during Vietnam. He was in six years of
combat and he passed away on April eighteen, twenty twenty two. I wanted
you to know how much your show meant to us. His PTSD could get
the best of him most days, but your shows with Steve Lily always brought
a smile to his face and gave us hours of conversations during his final months
on Earth. Sometimes the conversations were hard to come by on my weekly visits
with him, but when a Steve Lily episode was published, our weekend conversations
were long and winded. And I can't thank you enough for the good times
you gave me with my father towards the end, and I'm forever grateful to
you in your podcast, and he says, I'm a fan for life.
Kevin, Kevin, this is you know, to get to get an email
like this, to actually impress with my crazy, weird imagination with Steve Lily,
to impress a staff sergeant who served in the Marine Corps in combat for
six years invent now I'm one of the hardest words I think our men ever
had to fight. That means more to me than anything. This man has
credit. He has life experience, he knows what life is about. He
knows, he knows so much more, has so much more wisdom than any
of us, and he got a kick out of the Steve Lily stories,
and that's all. Therefore, they're just for you to laugh at, for
you to enjoy the action. I know they get violent, but that's part
of life. This marine knows that. So that's why I write these and
so and I'm gonna keep writing them. And the reason I write them is
I can add one more reason I write these other than because I want to,
is that people like this enjoy them. There's a lot of people who
enjoy them, and so I'm just going to keep writing them. You don't
have to listen to them. So all that to say, I just wanted
to give you a little taste to some of the emails. And if I
can find that really really alter a crazy one and get it up on my
screen on my computer, I'll read it to you. But just to give
you a little taste of some of the people out there and the things that
bothered them. I mainly just want to say, just listen to the story
or not move on with your life. You don't have to spend that much
time thinking about this. Steve Lily is not worth that much depth of thought,
it really is it. It's just a silly set of stories about a
crazy guy and his crew from Memphis. It's all fiction. None of it
is real. It's not modeled after anybody. The stories are not made to
cut into anybody else's yard. It's all just for fun. So I hope
you enjoy it. And okay, let's go into another story here. All
right, here's an email from Well, she didn't say whether to use your
name or not. I guess if I said her name. Well, now,
I'm just not going to I'm gonna stick with my policy. But here's
what she writes. Two of my granddaughters took my husband and me to the
Gatlinburg, Tennessee to the Bigfoot Conference two years ago. I was gravitated straight
to you because I heard your voice. I was pleased with the total package.
Well, I guess so, ma'am. I ain't just good looking,
I'm smart too. I'm glad she likes the total package. I'm just getting
with y'all. I know what she means, but it was I'm trying to
I met so many people there that Oh and by the way, I went
to the Bigfoot conference in Anniston, Alabama. It was a little lack luster.
There weren't many people there. It's kind of a letdown. Actually,
there was like six or eight vendors, and all the people there were nice.
I got to meet Chris and Lucas. Lucas my little buddy from Alabama.
I got let's see, let me try to remember all the names.
I met, met Jay Jeff, I met Jody and Joel. I got
to see Nioma and her husband Brad. My good good friend Lenida Bryant.
She was there helping organize it. I got to finally meet Mary Katherine Scruggs.
I got to let's see who else. I got to meet Texts from
Texas Front Porch where we had some good discussions. And I met two women
who have a podcast. They're kind of they're good friends with Texts called Blonds
and Booze. They have a paranormal podcast, and I'm gonna link their podcast
in the description below and you guys can check them out. A matter of
fact, I got one of them to talk to me. Everywhere I go,
I carry this little recording device where you can clip a livelier mic on
your shirt and I just hit a button and I can record anything. So
if you ever run into me somewhere and you want to tell a story.
I've usually got it with me and I can stick it on your shirt and
you can tell your story right there, and I'll put it in a podcast
because these stories are great. But let's see who else did I meet in
anist and I'm trying to run through. If I didn't mention your name,
I'm sorry. And the two girls with the Blinds and Boo podcast or Krista
and Brandy, and they're really fun. They're real talkative and fun and friendly
and Texas friendly. All these people I got to meet at these conferences is
really why I go. I didn't have a booth there. I just kind
of showed up and sat with Nielman and got to talk with them and got
to meet a few people. So it was a good thing. Okay,
back to the story. Almost fifty years ago, I had my experience with
Bickfoot. I remember every minute detail. After the incident, I went to
work and I told it and I was laughed at, so I shut up
about it. And with that said, I would appreciate being anonymous. Well,
you know what, it's a thing I didn't say her name because she
did tell me she wanted to be anonymous. We live in a small town
outside Kansas City, Missouri, and we bought a small place with several acres
surrounded by woods on three sides. I hung a sign on the gate,
and I named our farm. I'm not gonna say the name of her farm
because she wants to be anonymous, because there may be some people in the
area that have seen this side. But anyway, she hangs a side name
in their farm, and she said because it was one of the cheaper spreads.
Summer was winding down into fall, and I had canned and frozen a
garden bounty, and I made our own butter and I froze it too.
It was October and my husband took the pork and beef to the processor and
he told me to clean out the meat freezer before it was ready. There
are things the processor sins that I would starve rather than eat, like the
heart and the tongue and the brains and the tailbones and such. Always just
threw them away. But now we still needed to get a trash pick up.
There was a wash just a short distance from the back of my house,
and my husband said we could dump the trash down there and we would
have a friend of his covered up with a dozer. I threw about twenty
white paper wrapped packages of frozen meat down in that wash. By the way,
did I mention that I was pregnant. I was just past eight months
pregnant, which meant I made several trips to the bathroom each night. I
never turned on the light in my own house, and on my way back
to bed, I heard the unmistakable sound of someone in the dump walking over
the cans and bottles. I way back through the house and got my husband's
sizable battery powered lantern, and I quietly opened one of the new windows in
the nursery. I was twenty five feet higher because the dump was on an
incline, and it was thirty yards distancing below me. I saw a dark
silhouette standing half turned from me, holding and wrapping the frozen meat from the
white butcher's paper, and from my angle, the figure appeared to be six
feet or more. I turned on the lantern, and the figure threw up
his right arm and turned his face away, and then he bent down and
gathered more of the paper wrapped frozen meat, and then it took off down
through the woods. I did not see any clothes on this figure, but
it was large and dark, and it was massive. I never saw its
face and I did not smell anything. But still this experience changed many things,
such as not going out after dark. I never saw anything again.
I didn't hear any tree knocks or whoops. I never felt comfortable tilling the
garden or doing yardwork after that. Even during the day, I felt like
something was watching me from the woods all the time. I made it a
point to feed the animals along before dusk, and I moved shortly after this
incident. Now eighty years old, and this incident has caused a lifetime of
interest in everything bigfoot. You know, I get that. I get that
you see something strange, you see something weird, and you have to find
out what it is because there is no explanation. There would not be more
than likely there would not be a person down in the ditch where y'all dumped
your trash going through. And you know that meat was probably I don't know
if it was at night, it was probably in pretty good shape, but
if it was two or three days, it's probably getting kind of randy.
You know that meat doesn't stay good if it's out in the heat like that.
This sounded like it was in the summertime. So this is a wonderful
story. Eighty years old and that awesome. I love that. I hope
I make it to eighty years old. But I love the story and I
appreciate the woman sending it. And if I met you at Gatlinburg, I
know I enjoyed meeting you, ma'am. It was a pleasure to meet you.
And I was just joking about the total package. I know what you
meant. That was kind of ugly for me to say, but I always
said to my wife. She goes, you know, you look nice in
that shirt. To down I always go, I ain't just good looking,
I'm smart too, and she goes, I shrike, You're the total package.
And then I'll leave. And this is kind of a joke between us.
So I'm sorry if I offended you, but I was just playing.
But thank you man for the story. It was wonderful. All right.
Here's an email I thought was great. Here's what they write. I had
something happened that changed my view of the world back in April of twenty eleven.
At the time, I was living in a small house in a residential
area of Kocomo, Indiana, which is a bit north of Indianapolis as the
crow flies in my house, it was just me and my black and tan
docks and named Scooter, and Scooter has since crossed over the Valhalla Bridge.
But in that time and all the way up to his passing, he was
a faithful and loyal companion to me. He really seemed to like running around
in my small and close backyard like a nut until he was out of breath.
However, he also very much liked riding in cars and when I would
go to McDonald's for food, because he knew he was going to get some
tasty French fries as a treat. One of our favorite things we do together
would be the occasional camping day on a three and a half acre parcel of
land that I owned and still do that lays to the east. For privacy
concerns, I won't say exactly where my land is, but I will say
that it is out past Greentown, Indiana, and I'll leave it at that.
On this particular outing, it was for a single day with my intention
to stay from Saturday evening until earlier or midday Sunday, depending on my move.
So I loaded up my camping stuff and Scooter jumped into the passenger side
and took his rifle place next to his daddy. So I drove until reaching
the entrance of the rival road, which went almost the whole way to the
back of my property. And on the left driving in, there was a
row of fence posts, while on the right is a line of pine trees
that are right up close to one another, and that being the case,
a lot of sunlight does not get in through there. I drove back that
stretch of gravel road until coming to a small grassy field that I had cleared
out in the past. I got out of the car and I let Scooter
out to sniff and play, which was his usual routine, although he never
went for most of the time, and if Daddy called him back, he
would come running. So I put up a heavy doody tent that I had
and I placed my sleeping bag inside, along with my ice cooler and a
couple of matching small plastic dishes for scooters food and water. And once everything
was done, I got out my old and worn acoustic guitar, and then
I took a seat in the folding chair, and this was right next to
a fire pit that I had made and surrounded with large rocks, I think.
For the next forty five minutes or so, I played my guitar and
I sang some of my favorite rock and roll songs. Now I can't carry
a tune in a bucket, but I do rather enjoy singing anyhow, And
the only one subjected to it at the time we're Scooter and any birds or
other woodland creatures hanging around. The sun started getting lower overhead and night was
well on its way. I had some season firewood that I had previously chopped
up and left it in the trunk of my car until this day. I
brought it out and placed my heavy metal cooking grate over the top, and
I got the fire going. It wasn't long until I had a decent fire
going. And by that time I had pork chops in the skillet and two
big cans of baked beans and a heavy cooking pot, and there was enough
room on the metal grate where both could cook at the same time. And
by this time the sun was pretty much set and it was much beyond the
fire. Nothing was visible with the human eye. While the porch shops and
baked beans were cooking, I went into my tent I got out a small
portable cutting board, which I had brought with me to cut up my potatoes
and onions and carrots. At that time, my eyebought scooter at the rear
of the tent. He was laying on a sleeping bag where my head would
be if I were in it. While I looked at him, and then
I dutifully returned to cutting up my veggies because they would go real good with
the pork shops and baked beans. My mother always said to eat your vegetables,
and I surely wasn't about to disappoint my mother, whether I was a
grown man or not. I got everything cut up on the board, and
I figured I should better check up on those pork shops and that they probably
needed to be flipped in the skillet. Imagine my surprise when I got out
of the tent and I saw that both the skillet and the pork shops and
the cooking pot with my baked beans were nowhere in sight. I was thinking,
what the fiddle sticks? Is somebody out here pranking me? I looked
around the fire as best I could by the firelight, and I didn't see
a dang thing. Where was my food? I was mad. I remember
not only thinking that in my head, but saying it out loud. I
finally went back inside the tent. I brought my vegetables out and carefully placed
them on the metal grade as best as I could. I think about a
third of the carrots and potatoes and onions fell through the slots and into the
fire, so that made me even more mad. Once it was done,
I sat in my chair near the fire and I grumbled to myself about what
could have possibly been a delicious meal. The only other things I had to
eat besides Scooter's food, and I wasn't about to eat that well. Besides
his food and a banana and a granola bar, I ate both of them.
After eating what few veggies I had left, I got out the guitar
again, and I made up a sad song on the fly by my food
and how I was not happy that I didn't have it in my mouth and
belly where it belonged. I would say that. After another fifteen or twenty
minutes, I got up and I went to the tent. I tried to
get Scooter to go out and do his business, but he wasn't having any
of that. No amount of coaxing would get him to do anything. He
just lay there on the sleeping bag with his chin on top of it.
Well, I said to him and myself, Okay, if you don't want
to go, so don't go. So I lay down on the sleeping bag
and Scooter repositioned himself next to my head. I know I had to have
drifted off to sleep, because when I'm relaxed, it's usually not long until
I am sound asleep. But I was woken up by a metallic banging sound.
It was so loud and when it happened, it probably woke up people
in the next county that were asleep at the time. Scooter gave out two
half hearted barks, then he stopped. Usually the noise like that would have
him barking his head off, but no two barks, and that was I
yelled, hey, who's out there? I really did not know what to
think, and I had different ideas in my head, like maybe it was
someone playing a prank on me, or could it somehow be a coyote or
a cow that got out of the pasture. I had no good idea of
what really was going on out there beyond the walls of my tent. But
after regaining some composure, I clicked a little led blue light on my digital
watch and the time read one fifty seven am in the morning. I waited
and listening for a bit longer and more complete silence. I think I had
fallen back to sleep somehow, and it must have been because even with this
weirdness, I didn't feel like I was in danger. I woke up again
later and heard what sounded like heavy sticks or tree limbs being beaten on a
nearby tree, and as shortly afterwards, I heard the same sound coming back
from farther away. What in the world a Jimmy crickets is going on out
there? I thought. I pushed a button on the side of my watch
again and the led like did what it was supposed to, and now it
said three twelve am. I didn't think I would be able to get back
to sleep at this point. I was fuming again, thinking about those pork
chops and baked beans I paid for and never got to taste. I was
thinking this and a couple other random thoughts when I began hearing heavy footsteps around
my tent and do what I thought must have been circling it. Now this
might be speculation, but I think whatever was doing this was purposefully being loud
and annoying, maybe to see how I would respond. I don't know.
But then I heard something grunting, and that really put me on edge.
Scooter was now trying to climb under me and pawing like docsins are known to
do. Now I was thinking, did I need some kind of weapon for
protection, because I'm not a gun guy, nor have I ever been.
I did have a small kitchen knife that I used to cut up the vegetable,
so I kind of fumbled around inside the tent until I felt the plastic
handle, and then I clutched it to my chest. Now, don't any
of y'all worry. I could feel around and Scooter was safely off to my
side. It was now when I was hearing the footfalls of something I knew
was on two legs, and that deep guttural grunting had me completely stationary,
like I was a statue. And then I heard what sounded like a tuba
blast. I kid you not. It was quiet for a few more seconds,
and then another deep blast that could only be a fart of monumental proportions.
It was surreal, and I was on one hand completely terrified, and
on the other to my childish sense of humor, it was one of the
funniest things I had ever heard. Whatever it was, it kept going around
my tent and every saw often letting out a huge, deep fart that lasted
from a few seconds to several depending on whichever fart was coming out at the
time. Well, I bent down on my lip and tongue to stifle a
lap because I really really had wanted to do that, and I finally heard
one more huge fart, and this one was by far the loudest and probably
lasted a good twenty seconds or so. It didn't shake my tent, but
I surely smelled what had to be the remains of my baked beans, along
with the skunky and garbage smell. And then everything went back to complete and
utter silence. I heard nothing more the rest of the night, and when
the sun came up, I went outside with Scooter. He was more than
ready to do his business then, and while he was having his morning and
routine, I saw my heavy cooking pot. It had a huge dimple in
the side and the metal grate was now completely off the rocks around the fire
pit that it had been perched on. Clearly whatever or this was had stolen
my food and then thanked me by smashing my pot against my great I quickly
packed everything up in scooter and I boogie it on out of there. I've
returned to my land several times and I never have seen or heard anything like
I did that night. Oh and also I never did find my cast iron
skillet. Oh, this was a great story. This guy doesn't have he
had a full blown encounter. He doesn't have PTSD, doesn't have any trouble
with it. And he kind of made light of his story and added some
humor to it, and I love that and I appreciate the way he wrote
it. Such a good story. I'd love to hang around this guy.
He's got a great attitude. Hasn't seen anything since, and I guess that's
a good thing. Thank you, sir for the story. At the beginning
of this podcast, I told you guys that I got to sit down with
Krista of the Blond and Booze podcast. I asked, I said, do
you have a story that I could mike you up and you could tell a
story for our audience. And she goes, oh, yeah, yeah,
I've got a bunch of them. She goes, you want to hear one?
I said, man, let's do it. So her and I walked
out to a picnic area outside the conference and we were outside. You're gonna
hear some outside noises and stuff, and I think that's kind of cool.
Anyway. She tells a story of how they encountered what she believes as an
actual demon, and it's a bit haunting. I'd love to do a bunch
of these if anybody lives close to me and they want me to, they
want to meet somewhere and let me mike you up. You can tell you
whole story. You can go an hour if you want to and tell us
all about your experiences. I'll record them, put them on the podcast,
and we'll go from there. But this will be the last part of the
podcast. Thank you all for joining us, and I hope you enjoy Christa's
story. My name is Christa Tweety and I'm with Bonds and Booze paranormal podcasts
and we'd um a little bit of everything. But I got into this by
doing ghost stuff, paranormal type stuff. We um been doing that for twenty
years and I've always been a believer in the odd stuff. But um,
you care if I ask questions? Yeah? Ask them? Yeah? So
what got you interested? What? What piqued your interest in all the supernatural
kind of stuff and the supernatural kind of stuff. I've just seen things,
weird stuff my whole life, and I wanted answers. And it wasn't until
um, like, my grandmother passed away and she used to do a lot
of weird stuff. She had crystals and things like that, and I just
called him rocks. I was like, you're silly, you know for having
things like that. But uh so, I just I just came to love
it. And it was until she actually passed away that I found a lot
of her stuff, her books. She had books on big Foot, she
had books on go she had big books on metaphysics, a little bit of
everything. So it's a family, it is, it is. And I
always thought she was crazy, you know, and uh I realized that that
I think right now honestly, she's she's passed and I feel like I live
vicariously like through her. She's you know, she helps to guide me.
And I actually know she does because the story I'm going to tell you,
she was a huge part of that. After she had passed, so it
was so this was back in two thousand and eighteen. I know, like
I said, always done the ghost thing. We UM there's been several cases
that we've done and people have reached out and they don't get the right help.
And and a lot of them when somebody says, you know, it's
a negative type entity, people are scared. Who's going to help these people?
If there's not people out there like myself to do that. So I
took it upon myself. I started studying demonology and I studied under Jeremy Leonard.
We'll wait till that goes by edit about leon but uh, I studied
demonology under Jeremy Leonard and he's still to this day someone who I can reach
out to if I if I need to, yes, yes, and he
he's the Cajun demonologist and he uh, he's helped me out a lot.
But this one particular case, I've got a friend who um his name is
is uh Tony Pickman, and he's the one that made uh the Sally House
and Atchison Kansas kind of put that one on the books. UM TV show
sightings was when he first got his notoriety. So Tony also does the bad
stuff, and um, he kind of recruited me to help him out on
he had an upcoming case and he told me it's true demonic entity. And
uh, you know that's another thing. I'll back up. A lot of
people, you know, say, oh, I have a demon in my
house. No, you don't. Demons are out there, however, they're
few and far between. So, um, just because you know you have
doors opening or something like that, you know, it could be just Grandma
Sue trying to get your attention. You know. It's not always a bad
thing, but this one dead Grandma Sue. Dead Grandma Sue. Yeah,
he asked me to help him with this case, and it's like, you
know, of course I'm in you know. So the lady m backstory on
this location. The lady is one of the survivors of the BTK Killer,
the serial killer from Whichita Kansas and the and the the boyfriend he was.
He had done twenty seven years in prison for murder. He was one of
the M thirteen gang members. We didn't know that until we got there,
you know, and then ended up where it goes back. Don't judge a
book by its cover, because I mean, granted, I don't agree with
what he did, but he changed his life around. And and they were
good people, you know, just scared. And the man was probably I
would say, a good three fifty four hundred pounds. And he was thrown
in the room and that's where they reached out. And we're like, okay,
this a little more than Casper here, you know. So and and
Tony had told me that it's it's definitely, you know, something something negative.
You know, he's being thrown the whole nine yards. So we do
it. We do it. We go in and we do baseline readings and
walk through and I can usually I can pick up when there's a ghost or
you feel it, yes, and so um and same thing with demons.
When it's a true demon, I get dizzy. I feel like I'm going
to pass out. Walk through that whole house and nothing, nothing, absolutely
nothing. And I told Tony there's nothing here, you know. So um,
I have a bad habit. I smoked cigarettes and my friend Kathy and
I went outside to smoke, and so I told Tony nothing here. You
know, I'm not picking up on nothing. So I don't know if they're
b s and us or just to get us here or what And that also
happens because Tony is a well known investigator, and that's happened with him too.
You know, people say they have something just to get them there.
So they had a shout out back and it was probably twenty feet away from
us, and strang to it. Walked down there to it, my friend
Kathy and myself, and something came out and swooshed us, knocked us both
to the ground. True story. So I told Kathy, I said,
well, I'm going to stay out here and you go in and casually tell
Tony renege on my words, we found it. So Tony he has abilities
himself, and he didn't have the abilities until he lived in the Sally House.
And his abilities are just phenomenal. I mean he can name your great
great grandma by name. I mean, he's just he's amazing. And so
he came outside and I told him, you know what happened, Kathy and
I did. We're a little shook up, you know, And he kept
reminding me no fear, We showed no fear to these things. And we
went inside casually and the lady, she's Their house too was very dark and
somber. But their house was very you know, they kept the shades drawn
and it was just just a really dark house. You know, a lot
of depression and stuff going on there. And so we went inside and Tony
had the ladies sit down and he told her what he was going to do.
And when we go in and do this, it's literally it's full on
prayers. You know, before we go. There's preparation. You know,
you have to be right with God number one. You know, we don't
go in like if we're sick or you know, anything like that. We're
totally you know, you have to be stand your ground, you know.
And so Tony told me, he said, I'm gonna call it in.
He said, I need you to stand here at this hallway and don't let
it through. I'm like, okay, and he said he he said,
I got you. He said, just no fear. So he started taunting
and finally got it to come in the back door, which was led.
There was a hallway there. Literally this thing came in and I could feel
the breath. It was this close to my face. I could feel the
breath of this thing. Yes, it was literally that close breathing in my
face. This creature was right there in my face. Yep, within probably
three seconds, Tony said move and I moved to the side. He came
in. He held that lady's hands, and myself and Kathy we started praying
over them, and and Tony he he just goes into this place. Well
in the meantime, the lady she's lashing out things, saying things that she
shouldn't know. That only something from the other side about all of us,
you know. And that's the thing with the demonic. They know everything about
you. Your deepest, darkest secrets they can come out, and so you
need to trust the people you're with, you know. We kept praying,
and what I'm going to tell you, unless you witness it, people think
I am full of crap, but I swear it on the Holy Bible is
one hundred and ten percent true. We started watching slashes like invisible razor blades
coming onto Tony. His head started bleeding, his arms were being torn up
by excuse me, and some unknown force. Our praying got more and more,
you know, I started doing our Father, who aren't Heaven? You
know, and it was it was more forceful, and after a few minutes,
like you see, you you only hear about it on the TVs where
like the house gets lighter and brighter. That happened. I witnessed God come
in that house that night. The whole atmosphere changed, their attitude changed.
It was unbelievable in just a few minutes of what happened. But I witnessed
it, and God is my witness. It is one hundred and ten percent
the truth. And to this day, you know, I had I had
talked to them. We don't just like, okay, we're done, we're
leaving. We stay in contact, make sure everything's going okay. I told
her, I, so you need to open your house, you know,
you need to let some sun in and and you know, open your windows,
get some fresh air in here, and and things like that. And
that lady she went on to um uh try out for American Idol. She
didn't get it, she didn't get on there. But the fact that she
got out of her house and she went and did that, you know,
and and uh, and he now preaches whatever I'll do. These these questions
are just but so this line kind of just shows up and you think it's
the Lord. Yeah, and so the demon's fleet is that I know what
happened. So the cutting and stuff was that just something that was it was
attacking Tony because actually really getting cut. Yes, so he had wounds,
He had wounds, scar wounds and on top of this, he was not
even holding across nothing the palm of his hand. He had a burnt and
cross. Do you have scars to this day from that? Well, that
happens to him when he does these negative cases. So that's we knew it
was coming. We knew it was going to happen, but for me that
that was the first time I actually witnessed it with him and this happening.
You almost did an exorcism in this house. We did. That is phenomenal.
Yeah, we did. So you can't tell the exact location, what
state we're Selena, Kansas, Santas. Yeah, and it was it was
I witnessed evil, true evil, and then I witnessed God, the power
of God. Yeah. And they are living, you know, like good
Christian life. They're good people. You know at one time they weren't.
Now there are a lot of people who will say it's like you mentioned when
you were talking that it's like Grandma can contact you. There are a lot
of people. I've done a little bit not in death reading and listening to
podcasts yeah, I've done a little reading on it. There are a lot
of people who will say that is a damon these these entities. A lot
of people believe that that you're coming in contact with Yeah it's my grandma.
No, it's not. A lot of people believe that. I don't.
Don't think that. I don't. I don't I believe so goest to me.
They're stuck here. They they have not crossed over for whatever their reason.
A spirit is different. That is grandma or you know, a past
loved one, or they can come and go. They check on us,
you know, they're you know, when you lose someone, they're they're always
with us. You know, you just have to think about them. And
that's the spirit side where they've crossed that they can come back. And that's
what my grandma is. She she she was there that night. Yeah.
So it's a crazy stuff.