Speaker 1: During the early two thousands, my husband and I were
Speaker 1: enjoying the American dream in Texas. He was a teacher
Speaker 1: and a coach, and I was the jill of all trades.
Speaker 1: I was an elementary school tutor, cosmatologist, hairdresser, newspaper editor,
Speaker 1: and an advertiser. We were fortunate to live in the
Speaker 1: wonderful community of Lockhart, the barbecue capital of Texas, where
Speaker 1: my husband had a sixteen year coaching job. After several years,
Speaker 1: we purchased our first home there. Oddly enough, we had
Speaker 1: passed this house for years, never noticing until the for
Speaker 1: sale sign went up in the front yard. It spoke
Speaker 1: to me. It was Tudor style, a huge wooden oval door,
Speaker 1: plant boxes, a clay toil roof, and a full sized basement.
Speaker 1: In the South, that is unheard of. Well, being a hairdresser,
Speaker 1: you have connections, because when you cover a lady's gray,
Speaker 1: she is forever in your debt. I called up a
Speaker 1: favor and my realtor friend got me into the house
Speaker 1: for an unofficial peak. The house was sad and neglected.
Speaker 1: The walls were painted sherbet green, and the heavy dust
Speaker 1: covered slated blinds kept it dark like a cave, dimming
Speaker 1: the already stained stucco walls. There was standing water in
Speaker 1: the basement and some of the ceiling tiles were falling in,
Speaker 1: but there were hardwood floors and ornate light fixtures with
Speaker 1: sconces on the walls. When I walked into the kitchen,
Speaker 1: I knew it was mine. Red countertops and tattered rooster curtains.
Speaker 1: I collected roosters at the time, so for me it
Speaker 1: was a sign. Even in such a sad state, it
Speaker 1: was clear that the house had once been cherished, and
Speaker 1: something in me wanted to pour my whole heart into
Speaker 1: fixing it back up. So that's what we did. But
Speaker 1: when we moved forward with the loan process, we hit
Speaker 1: a snag it seeing the house needed extensive repairs and
Speaker 1: upgrades that we hadn't anticipated. We were crushed. And then
Speaker 1: after a wonderful turn of events, the seller instructed the
Speaker 1: realtor to take the cost of the repairs off the price.
Speaker 1: The realtor told us that in all her years, she
Speaker 1: had never seen that happen. The house had belonged to
Speaker 1: the seller's sister, Miss Sunshine, and her husband. They were
Speaker 1: the Crags, and they had no heirs. The seller was
Speaker 1: in a rest home and took comfort in knowing that
Speaker 1: a young family would be moving in well. We had
Speaker 1: a three year old son at the time, and when
Speaker 1: the repairs were finished, we had a beautifully renovated nineteen
Speaker 1: twenties Art deco gym, and I loved that house. One day,
Speaker 1: I was in the basement doing laundry when I heard
Speaker 1: the door to the stairs open, and I expected my
Speaker 1: husband to call out, because he came home sometimes during
Speaker 1: the day if he got a break. When he didn't
Speaker 1: greet me as usual, I turned and looked towards the
Speaker 1: sound of the footsteps coming down the stairs. But it
Speaker 1: wasn't my husband that I saw. It was a ghostly
Speaker 1: man wearing shined black leather shoes and dress slacks. I
Speaker 1: gasped and I squeezed my eyes shut, hollering and falling
Speaker 1: backward at the same time, and when I stood up
Speaker 1: again and composed myself, there was no one there. We
Speaker 1: loved this house and we will be very good to it.
Speaker 1: I said to the staircase and my empty basement. You
Speaker 1: can stay, but please don't ever show yourself to me,
Speaker 1: or I'll get scared and move out, and this place
Speaker 1: will become a rental. After that, I never had another problem.
Speaker 1: A year or so later, our daughter was born and
Speaker 1: life rolled on. Football season came and went. We had
Speaker 1: killer parties at the house. Kids were everywhere, men yelling
Speaker 1: at the game downstairs, and the wives having good gossip
Speaker 1: sessions upstairs, and we were very happy. One night, when
Speaker 1: my daughter was about four, she fell asleep after dinner
Speaker 1: at the bottom of our bed. I didn't want to
Speaker 1: wake her up and didn't be awake for the rest
Speaker 1: of the night, so we decided to let her stay there.
Speaker 1: Then in the middle of the night, she started shaking
Speaker 1: my leg, mommy, mommy, wake up. I heard her whispering.
Speaker 1: I thought she was just wanting to get me up,
Speaker 1: and after several tries she stopped. And the next morning
Speaker 1: I asked her why she had tried to wake me.
Speaker 1: I was trying to tell you that those people were
Speaker 1: coming in the room, she said, in a matter of
Speaker 1: fact tone. What people, I asked her, trying to look indifferent,
Speaker 1: while my mind started racing. Well there was a man
Speaker 1: and a woman, she said, that came from the kitchen
Speaker 1: up the hall to your room. Well, what did they
Speaker 1: look like? I asked her, and she thought about it
Speaker 1: for a while. The man had a hat that went
Speaker 1: down over his eyes, and the lady's hairs was in
Speaker 1: rolls and all over her face. She said, Well, I
Speaker 1: pictured mister Craig and I Fedora and Miss Sunshine with
Speaker 1: that classic Great Gatsby style air, which would have best
Speaker 1: described the era in which the house was built. Well,
Speaker 1: what did they want? I stammered, daring to ask. They
Speaker 1: wanted to play with your feet, my daughter said, nonchalantly,
Speaker 1: But I told them to go away. That's what I
Speaker 1: always tell them. I was floored, and after that I
Speaker 1: was so afraid that I couldn't even go to the
Speaker 1: bathroom at night or to the basement after dark, which
Speaker 1: was ridiculous because nothing ever happened. There were several times
Speaker 1: my son had tried to tell me that his beanie
Speaker 1: babies played together. I felt guilty because I didn't listen.
Speaker 1: I should have asked him what he meant, but I
Speaker 1: knew it wouldn't be able to handle the answer. The
Speaker 1: beauty shop sure got a kick out of my story, though,
Speaker 1: a few weeks later, my friend called after touring an
Speaker 1: old home in Fredericksburg. The tour god explained that they
Speaker 1: had an entity that liked to play with the guest's feet.
Speaker 1: She called me and we both screamed like girls. Well,
Speaker 1: we lived in that house for a few more years
Speaker 1: until coaching took us to the coast, and when it
Speaker 1: was time to go, I more in the house. Literally,
Speaker 1: I made everyone go to the car and I bawled
Speaker 1: on the floor. It was a hot July in Texas
Speaker 1: and a fluke of rain poured on us. When we
Speaker 1: left town, I took all the fixtures from the house,
Speaker 1: which I carried guilt about. But this past summer we
Speaker 1: visited our old town and after twenty years, we saw
Speaker 1: the house again, and it broke my heart. The fence
Speaker 1: we built had fallen down, and all my flower beds
Speaker 1: were gone. I was glad I saved the fixtures for
Speaker 1: Miss Sunshine and for me. Though it was hard for
Speaker 1: me to see the house in such a lapidated state again,
Speaker 1: I took some comfort in knowing that Miss Sunshine and
Speaker 1: her husband had gotten their home back. Hopefully they still
Speaker 1: saw the house in its full glory, just as my
Speaker 1: daughter had seen them. I love your stories, and as
Speaker 1: a proud coach's wife, I'd love to meet your wife. Well,
Speaker 1: you're welcome to meet my wife. I'm not a coach,
Speaker 1: but I did play. I did play the game. I
Speaker 1: love the game. I know a lot of coaches. But anyway,
Speaker 1: this was a wonderful story. This isn't one of those
Speaker 1: stories it just makes your ears bleed that it's so scary,
Speaker 1: But it's just a good, well put together story, and
Speaker 1: it's she claims it's true, and I have no doubt.
Speaker 1: I have no doubt that this woman and her family
Speaker 1: went through this. And I'd be curious to what her
Speaker 1: husband said about all this. I wonder if he experienced anything.
Speaker 1: I guess, is what I'm saying. So I've had this
Speaker 1: for a while. I'm glad I got to it. I
Speaker 1: appreciate the woman sending it to me. It's a wonderful story.
Speaker 1: Thank you, Hey, welcome to the podcast. This is Cam Buckner.
Speaker 1: I appreciate you clicking on the video. Did you guys
Speaker 1: have a good Labor Day? Let me know in the
Speaker 1: comments section. We had a great weekend and we're having
Speaker 1: a great week. My old lady, she's been behaving well.
Speaker 1: She's been doing a lot of work around the place,
Speaker 1: and I took her as a treat to the ever
Speaker 1: delicious Taco Bell today. We've changed our diet recently. We're
Speaker 1: feeling great, we're losing weight. Everything's going great, and we
Speaker 1: decided to just be bad and cheap today. And let
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Speaker 1: up in the morning and I drink a cup of coffee.
Speaker 1: When I go in, I drink a glass of water,
Speaker 1: and then I take a shot of Magic Mind. Let
Speaker 1: me tell you what I like about it. You know,
Speaker 1: reading these stories off of a computer screen, I use
Speaker 1: this little clicker when I mess up, and in a
Speaker 1: normal story that I read that might be fifteen twenty
Speaker 1: minutes long, I have to click this thing twenty times.
Speaker 1: Here's what I found. Since I've been drinking Magic Mind
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Speaker 1: now let's get back to what I ate it. Taco
Speaker 1: bell I got the seven dollars Cravings Box, which includes
Speaker 1: a seasoned beef Chiloupa Supreme, a double stack taco beefy
Speaker 1: five layer burrito, chips of nacho cheese, and a medium drink,
Speaker 1: all for the low low price of seven dollars. She's
Speaker 1: been doing a lot of work around here. She got
Speaker 1: all the garden pulled up. We left a few tomato plants.
Speaker 1: She's dug a ditch between the double wide and the
Speaker 1: septic tank. She power washed off the back porch. She's
Speaker 1: got a bunch of vegetables canned. She did that on
Speaker 1: about three days. So my old lady's doing good. So
Speaker 1: I rewarded her with a taco bell, the ever delicious
Speaker 1: taco Bell. All right, enough of that, thanks for joining
Speaker 1: me on this podcast. Let's get into some more stories.
Speaker 1: Think you gonna like this? All right, here we go. Okay,
Speaker 1: here's a story from my friend kat Rabbit. I've had
Speaker 1: this a while, just now getting to it, but it's
Speaker 1: a good story. It's about an Alabama white thing, Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: Truly good. In nineteen seventy three, when I was thirteen
Speaker 1: years old, my sister lived in a small two bedroom
Speaker 1: trailer behind my parents' house. She worked an evening shift
Speaker 1: at Olympia Mills, and her husband worked out of town.
Speaker 1: She had a one year old son that my mother
Speaker 1: would keep in the afternoon, but at night I put
Speaker 1: him to bed. And stayed with him until she got home.
Speaker 1: I had suffered from insomnia at that age, so I
Speaker 1: didn't mind staying up late. I loved going to her
Speaker 1: trailer each night, and when I was there, I felt
Speaker 1: like it was all grown up, like I was my
Speaker 1: own boss. She had a new Donnie Osmond album alone together,
Speaker 1: and like all little girls at that age, he was
Speaker 1: my idol. I would listen to his album all night
Speaker 1: until she came in, and then I'd head to my
Speaker 1: house and jump in bed. My house was a good
Speaker 1: walking distance away, about half a football but my sister
Speaker 1: kept her porch lights on and my parents kept theirs on.
Speaker 1: For me, it was no biggie for me, and walking
Speaker 1: alone at night never bothered me. But one night I
Speaker 1: was doing my thing, and I was eating junk food
Speaker 1: and listening to Donnie and checking on the baby, when
Speaker 1: all of a sudden, I got so tired that I
Speaker 1: could hardly hold my eyes open. I normally didn't get
Speaker 1: sleepy after midnight, so the sensation was strange to me,
Speaker 1: to say the least. Try as I might, I couldn't
Speaker 1: find it. I was so overcome by exhaustion that I
Speaker 1: lay down on my sister's bed at the end of
Speaker 1: the trailer, and I instantly went into a trance like state.
Speaker 1: I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't fully awake either. As
Speaker 1: I lay there in this sudden, confusing fog of tiredness,
Speaker 1: I saw what I can only describe as the Abominable
Speaker 1: Snowman through the open window at the end of the bed.
Speaker 1: Alabama is known for its white thing, not but white
Speaker 1: thang thha n g. It's our version of Bigfoot. But
Speaker 1: there I was paralyzed in my sister's bed as this
Speaker 1: creature that looked like the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph the
Speaker 1: Red Nosed Reindeers film stared at me through the open window.
Speaker 1: But unlike a children's movie, I wasn't so sure there
Speaker 1: would be a happy ending, and there was no turning
Speaker 1: this white thing off. The creature had shaggy white hair
Speaker 1: that waved around as he moved and fell around his face.
Speaker 1: He was dark around the eyes, and his mouth was
Speaker 1: curled into a distorted smile, exposing his sharp teeth. He
Speaker 1: slowly reached his arm through the window at me, but
Speaker 1: I was powerless to do anything about it, to just
Speaker 1: lay there and let it happen. Even if the paralyzing
Speaker 1: fatigue hadn't overcome me, I'm sure by that point I
Speaker 1: would have been paralyzed by fear. I couldn't scream, or
Speaker 1: run or any thing. His long white hair dragged across
Speaker 1: the bed as he reached his arm toward me, and
Speaker 1: without touching me, he hovered his monstrous hand over my stomach.
Speaker 1: Donnie singing in the background, twisted into a faded jumble
Speaker 1: of sounds, and then everything went dark. It couldn't have
Speaker 1: been but just a few minutes, and I came to
Speaker 1: again to the sounds of a record player skipping. I
Speaker 1: didn't wake with a jerk like you do from having
Speaker 1: a nightmare. Instead, I felt rested and calm. I checked
Speaker 1: on the baby, and I spent the next thirty minutes
Speaker 1: trying to figure out what the hell had just happened
Speaker 1: to me. When my sister came home, I didn't dare
Speaker 1: tell her about what happened. It would have frightened her
Speaker 1: and she would be moving back in with Mama and Daddy.
Speaker 1: And when she got settled, I realized I still had
Speaker 1: to walk home alone in the dark. The walk was quiet,
Speaker 1: but I knew something was lingering in the darkness and
Speaker 1: watching me. I wanted to run, but I didn't let
Speaker 1: myself because I didn't want to give into the fear.
Speaker 1: I wanted to look over my shoulder, but I was
Speaker 1: too afraid, just in case I saw the white thing again,
Speaker 1: and if I saw it, that meant that it was real,
Speaker 1: and if it was real, that meant there was a
Speaker 1: monster in the woods. But my shaking legs got me
Speaker 1: home safely, and when I got inside, I locked the
Speaker 1: door behind me, and I made up my mind that
Speaker 1: I wasn't going to tell anyone what had happened. I'm
Speaker 1: the baby of the family and my older siblings would
Speaker 1: have ragged me to death. Years later, in twenty twelve,
Speaker 1: I had a game camera pointed at my chicken house
Speaker 1: in hopes of capturing whatever or whoever I suspected had
Speaker 1: been coming into my yard at night. Each day I
Speaker 1: would check the camera, but I didn't have any luck
Speaker 1: until my buddies Ashley and Denise came over. We decided
Speaker 1: to get the SIM card out of my game camera
Speaker 1: to check it because maybe they would to something that
Speaker 1: I had missed, and as soon as I pulled the
Speaker 1: footage up on my laptop, de Nise pointed her finger
Speaker 1: at the screen and shouted, what is that. The three
Speaker 1: of us huddled our heads closer to the screen to
Speaker 1: see what she was looking at. And at first all
Speaker 1: I could see was my husband's truck going down the driveway,
Speaker 1: which had set off the camera. But in the background
Speaker 1: there was something massive and white standing on two legs.
Speaker 1: Old boy. Were we excited? And we shouted and hollered
Speaker 1: for my husband to come and see, and then ran
Speaker 1: outside and put the SIM card back in the game camera.
Speaker 1: I got my friend de Nise to run out there
Speaker 1: to try to get a comparison picture, but it was
Speaker 1: too far for her to set the camera off. I
Speaker 1: took the picture of her with my phone anyway, excited
Speaker 1: to get them professionally printed as soon as possible. The
Speaker 1: next day, I went to the picture developer with the
Speaker 1: images from my game camera and my phone. The man
Speaker 1: working there told me that he had to blow up
Speaker 1: the picture of Denise just to get a glimpse of
Speaker 1: her white baseball gap, but otherwise she was way too
Speaker 1: small to see. But in comparison, the picture of the
Speaker 1: white figure standing exactly where Denise had been was big
Speaker 1: enough to see even without blowing it up. He slid
Speaker 1: the picture of the white creature toward me, and, out
Speaker 1: of curiosity, asked what it was, but I had lost
Speaker 1: focus on his voice on the radio behind him, Donnie
Speaker 1: Osmond started singing from the album Alone Together. Without looking
Speaker 1: at the picture, I put it in the envelope he
Speaker 1: gave me, and I wished him a nice day, and
Speaker 1: as I drove back home, the memories of what happened
Speaker 1: to me when I was thirteen all came flooding back.
Speaker 1: I glanced at the envelope of pictures on the seat
Speaker 1: next to me, wanting to see the image of the
Speaker 1: white Thing, because I knew I hadn't imagined it. But
Speaker 1: if I saw it, that meant that it was real,
Speaker 1: And if it it was real, that meant there was
Speaker 1: a monster in my woods. Oh cat Rabbit. I remember
Speaker 1: getting this email, and I remember several months ago, thinking
Speaker 1: I can't wait to read this to the audience. But
Speaker 1: I had so many stacked up in front of you.
Speaker 1: I didn't know this story about you. You and I
Speaker 1: have communicated a little bit, and I didn't know this
Speaker 1: story about you. This is really good. This is a
Speaker 1: really good story. Alabama's White Thing. If any of you
Speaker 1: guys know anything about Alabama, the Alabama White Thing, talk
Speaker 1: about it in the comment section and let others know
Speaker 1: what it is, and I'll do some digging on it and
Speaker 1: see if I can find some other stuff about it.
Speaker 1: I know cat Rabbit probably has tons of stories from
Speaker 1: others in her area. She's a Bigfoot group, kind of
Speaker 1: an organizer, investigator. She knows a lot about these creatures.
Speaker 1: So thanks for the email. Thanks for the story, kat Rabbit.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate it. Love you, Thank you. Hope your
Speaker 1: husband's doing well. My wife and I reconnected at our
Speaker 1: thirty year class reunion in two thy and eleven. She
Speaker 1: was the homecoming queen and I was the quiet kid
Speaker 1: in the back of the class. I wasn't social at all,
Speaker 1: and as you would imagine, she was exactly the opposite.
Speaker 1: But my career in the army brought out the man
Speaker 1: that was hidden within me, and I wasn't shy after that,
Speaker 1: and we got it together and the rest is history.
Speaker 1: And it's kind of funny you travel throughout the world
Speaker 1: have to come back home to find what you've really
Speaker 1: been looking for. I was working at Fort Bragg at
Speaker 1: the time she moved in with her items and we
Speaker 1: made it a home. In the spare bedroom, she ushered
Speaker 1: in her grandmother's dressing table and large chest of drawers.
Speaker 1: The room had a creepy vibe, and I thought I
Speaker 1: was the only one who noticed it. I rarely went
Speaker 1: into that room, and I noticed that the dog didn't
Speaker 1: go in either. I mentioned that I didn't like the room,
Speaker 1: and I explained to my wife why, and she told
Speaker 1: me that after we had set up the house, she
Speaker 1: decided to go in there and sleep while I was
Speaker 1: away on a work related trip. She wanted to see
Speaker 1: how quiet it was during the night, and she told
Speaker 1: me that in the middle of the night, she heard
Speaker 1: what she described as an electrical snapping or popping sound,
Speaker 1: and when she opened her eyes, she saw a ball
Speaker 1: of hazy light off the foot of the bed. She
Speaker 1: looked at it for a few seconds, and then it
Speaker 1: faded away. She admitted that she didn't want to scare
Speaker 1: me over this. She had heard my ghost stories from
Speaker 1: when I was in Germany and knew I had issues
Speaker 1: with the topic, but overall, she didn't have a bad
Speaker 1: feeling about it. It was just something that happened without explanation.
Speaker 1: Sometime after this I was awakened in the night by
Speaker 1: the same loud, popping noise that lasted for a few seconds,
Speaker 1: and I told my wife about it. We'd agreed that
Speaker 1: maybe it was just someone checking on us. My wife's
Speaker 1: dad was having repeated cancer issues at the time, and
Speaker 1: her mother was having problems coming to grips with his
Speaker 1: death spiral. They lived in a small town just north
Speaker 1: of the New Orleans area, so I found myself a
Speaker 1: job out there and we began the long process of
Speaker 1: getting the two commands to allow me to move. And
Speaker 1: during these four months of moving prep, my father in
Speaker 1: law died and after that we ended up buying a
Speaker 1: house just a few neighborhoods from my wife's mother. We
Speaker 1: set the house up and again the activity started, and
Speaker 1: within a month or so we got the house situated
Speaker 1: to include grandmother's furniture and a spare bedroom. And in
Speaker 1: addition to the strange things coming from that room, we
Speaker 1: would also occasionally smell pipe and cigarette smoke wafting through
Speaker 1: our house. Well, we're not in smokers, so it was
Speaker 1: pretty distinct and out of place smell. I don't sleep
Speaker 1: with the doors open if I have the choice, might
Speaker 1: be a military thing, I'm not sure. I also don't
Speaker 1: tolerate a door left a few inches open because it
Speaker 1: creeps me out. Either door should be completely open or
Speaker 1: completely closed, but not a little one or the other.
Speaker 1: Within our first few days of living in the new house,
Speaker 1: we were getting ready for bed when my wife asked
Speaker 1: me to open the bedroom door just a little. Well,
Speaker 1: because I loved that woman, I reluctantly did it for her,
Speaker 1: and in the split second that I glanced into the hallway,
Speaker 1: I saw a white figure floating there. It immediately shot
Speaker 1: up through the ceiling and set off the smoke alarm. Well,
Speaker 1: I told my wife about it. She said it was
Speaker 1: just my imagination, but I know what I saw. Two
Speaker 1: months after moving in, I noticed that our dog would
Speaker 1: go to the back door every night at the same
Speaker 1: time and wait. Well, this wasn't unusual if one of
Speaker 1: us was coming home from work, but even if we
Speaker 1: were both home, he would still go out there and wait.
Speaker 1: The first night had happened, I saw the dog at
Speaker 1: the back door, wagging his tail with his ears pulled back.
Speaker 1: Obviously there was someone there that I couldn't see. For
Speaker 1: three nights after that, I'd get my digital camera and
Speaker 1: sit in the kitchen and watch the dog sit at
Speaker 1: the back door waiting for someone. And believe it or not,
Speaker 1: the dog never did that again, So maybe whoever it was,
Speaker 1: realized what I was doing and stop. One night, we
Speaker 1: had the mother in law over for dinner. She had
Speaker 1: started to tell us about the ghost cat that she
Speaker 1: had and her husband had observed just before his death.
Speaker 1: She thought the cat had come to help him cross over.
Speaker 1: I'm not sure how it happened, but we started talking
Speaker 1: about dark spirits. My wife and I like to watch
Speaker 1: some of the paranormal shows whenever we have the time,
Speaker 1: and the topic just came up, and I told my
Speaker 1: life and mother in law about a particular episode that
Speaker 1: I saw where a guy was being pestered by a
Speaker 1: demon and about his journey in coming to terms in
Speaker 1: dealing with it. I don't believe that junk, not at all,
Speaker 1: my mother in law commented, and right then, directly over
Speaker 1: her head, a loud, popping noise went off and lasted
Speaker 1: a full five seconds. The three of us exchanged excited looks,
Speaker 1: and I suggested that we change the subject. To this day,
Speaker 1: my mother in law denies that the incident happened. Go
Speaker 1: figure that out. There was another time I was in
Speaker 1: the bathroom doing my business. As older married couples will understand,
Speaker 1: I had the door open. As I sat there, I
Speaker 1: heard the latch pull on grandmother's furniture. I could distinctly
Speaker 1: hear it dropping against the metal back plate in a quick,
Speaker 1: rapid manner for about fifteen seconds. I finished up and
Speaker 1: I asked my wife if she had heard it, and
Speaker 1: of course she had not. I took her into the
Speaker 1: room and recreated the sound, and I told her to
Speaker 1: listen for it in case she heard it for herself.
Speaker 1: One day, a few months later, she called me at
Speaker 1: work and we played guess what. She said that she
Speaker 1: had just heard that noise. Months later, at about nine
Speaker 1: in the evening, my wife was going to bed. I
Speaker 1: had just emptied the dryer and I was folding clothes,
Speaker 1: standing in front of the TV and directly behind my
Speaker 1: head again I heard the snapping noise. You better believe
Speaker 1: that I dropped those clothes and I moved quickly to
Speaker 1: the bedroom. My wife told me that I was as
Speaker 1: white as a sheet, and she asked if I was
Speaker 1: all right, and I told her what had happened, and
Speaker 1: we joined hands and asked the Lord to rid our
Speaker 1: home of any unclean and trouble making spirits. I assumed
Speaker 1: that whatever it was decided that it would stop bothering
Speaker 1: us because we no longer had any interaction with it.
Speaker 1: During this time, my job required me to work shifts,
Speaker 1: which meant I would be gone for nearly fourteen hours
Speaker 1: a day several days a week. My wife told me
Speaker 1: several times that she thought I had come home early
Speaker 1: because she would often see a man in the open doorway,
Speaker 1: only to realize to her dismay that it wasn't me.
Speaker 1: But one afternoon she called me. Let me ask you
Speaker 1: a serious question. She said, are you really at work? Well?
Speaker 1: I assured her that I was, and I asked her
Speaker 1: what had happened. She told me that she was soaking
Speaker 1: in the bathtub reading when on the wall behind her
Speaker 1: head inside the bedroom, she felt three large knocks behind her.
Speaker 1: She said. She called out to me, but there was
Speaker 1: no answer, And at that moment, my wife had gone
Speaker 1: from being a skeptic to a believer. I have an
Speaker 1: ex wife in Germany. My daughter visits me often in
Speaker 1: the United States. She's now a young woman and she
Speaker 1: enjoys reading and on one particular visit. On her second
Speaker 1: night with us, she had jet lag and she couldn't sleep,
Speaker 1: so she stayed up reading past midnight with her clip
Speaker 1: on light. One she told me that the light kept
Speaker 1: flickering and turning off. Well, this went on for half
Speaker 1: a minute or so when she looked off to the
Speaker 1: edge of the room, and in the front of the
Speaker 1: chest of drawers was a white, misty figure and it
Speaker 1: moved toward her, and when it got next to her
Speaker 1: at the head of the bed, it went up the
Speaker 1: wall and through the ceiling. She said that she wasn't
Speaker 1: scared at all, she was just amazed, knowing how I
Speaker 1: would have personally reacted, I was amazed that she didn't scream.
Speaker 1: And then in October of twenty twenty, we sold the house,
Speaker 1: and prior to doing so, we cleaned it out. And
Speaker 1: while I was at work, my wife was clearing things
Speaker 1: out of the attic when out of the blue, she
Speaker 1: noticed something that looked like a roll of wallpaper. She
Speaker 1: pulled it out and dusted it off and peeked inside
Speaker 1: the roo that was tied up with a string, and
Speaker 1: she discovered inside a half a dozen cartoons of the
Speaker 1: original owner of the house. In every drawing. It was
Speaker 1: an older man, sometimes in an Air Force uniform, with
Speaker 1: either a cigarette or a pipe in his mouth. Was
Speaker 1: that the source of the smoke that we kept smelling?
Speaker 1: I don't know. We completed our move to a smaller
Speaker 1: place and grandmother's furniture is now in a storage area
Speaker 1: until further notice. I wonder how the spirit is coping
Speaker 1: with that. Oh, that's cool. A harnted piece of furniture.
Speaker 1: Everywhere they moved and brought Grandma's furniture, a dressing table
Speaker 1: and large chest of drawers. These things would happen in
Speaker 1: their house, and then when they put it in storage
Speaker 1: everything quit. Could there be horned furniture? I don't know,
Speaker 1: but this was a really good story. I've had this
Speaker 1: a really long time. I think I've had this for
Speaker 1: three years, and I'm so glad to be able to
Speaker 1: pull it up read it to you guys. All right,
Speaker 1: this is a story about a demon. My editor is saying,
Speaker 1: this story was so creepy that I had to edit
Speaker 1: it on the bike at the gym, just so I
Speaker 1: wouldn't be alone. If you want to listen to this,
Speaker 1: fore you let your kids listen to it. You might
Speaker 1: want to do that. But I'm gonna go ahead and
Speaker 1: read it now. But you've been warned. This might be
Speaker 1: a scary story, and there might be some subject matter
Speaker 1: that kids would not need to hear. All right, so
Speaker 1: here we go. When I was twenty one years old,
Speaker 1: I decided to move out to Albuquerque to be with
Speaker 1: my high school sweetheart. Being that we were still young
Speaker 1: and dumb to some extent, it seemed like a great
Speaker 1: idea at the time. Oh what a huge mistake that was.
Speaker 1: But either way, if I had not moved out there,
Speaker 1: I would not have had this experience. In two thousand
Speaker 1: and one, while living in Albuquerque's Northwest Heights neighbors, I
Speaker 1: encountered a demonic spirit that was out to ruin me.
Speaker 1: I should have packed up and moved back home the
Speaker 1: second I noticed the activity, but in my young mind,
Speaker 1: this spirit couldn't hurt me. I first realized something strange
Speaker 1: was happening when things would move right after I put
Speaker 1: them in their place. Most of the time it would
Speaker 1: be keys, or paperwork or important phone numbers, or sometimes
Speaker 1: they would be well hidden and not at all where
Speaker 1: I left them. None of it made any sense. I
Speaker 1: had a friend who was a staunch Catholic, and she
Speaker 1: advised me to pray to Saint Anthony to recover my
Speaker 1: lost items. I started doing this and it worked because
Speaker 1: I would find every item in short order. But the
Speaker 1: occurrences started happening more often, and a weird smell was
Speaker 1: starting to envelop the condo. It was something between sulfur
Speaker 1: and the stench of a dead animal. And then something
Speaker 1: started writing things on the carpet. It was a longer
Speaker 1: type carpet and it was very thick, so you could
Speaker 1: brush the carpet in the opposite direction of which it
Speaker 1: was made and you could see what you wrote. The
Speaker 1: words that were being written were obscene and nasty and
Speaker 1: downright demonic. And I accused our roommate of doing this
Speaker 1: as a joke because I never actually saw it being written,
Speaker 1: but both my boyfriend and his roommate vehemently denied it.
Speaker 1: One day, I had just finished vacuuming the living area
Speaker 1: left to go start cleaning our bedroom, and as soon
Speaker 1: as I walked in the room, I heard a big
Speaker 1: crashing sound, like a big window in the living room
Speaker 1: was being broken and crushed. I ran out to see
Speaker 1: what had happened, but nothing was awry except that horrid
Speaker 1: smell of sulfur and death permeating through the room. I
Speaker 1: caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and
Speaker 1: I could have sworn I saw someone dressed in black.
Speaker 1: I checked our roommate's room, but he wasn't home. Then
Speaker 1: I checked everywhere else. Every door was locked and no
Speaker 1: one was home besides me. And then right in front
Speaker 1: of my eyes, I watched something right hell into the carpet.
Speaker 1: It continued writing other horrible words that I'm not comfortable repeating,
Speaker 1: mainly unspeakable things that were degrading to women. I called
Speaker 1: my Catholic friend, who suggested getting some holy water and
Speaker 1: some sage to burn. She also suggested saying the Saint
Speaker 1: Michael's prayer while doing the cleansing and whenever something was
Speaker 1: happening in the condo. At first, this angered the entity.
Speaker 1: I would be getting ready for the day, and while
Speaker 1: I was putting on my makeup, the entity would grab
Speaker 1: my hair and literally rip some out of my head.
Speaker 1: I could sit there looking at the bedroom mirror and
Speaker 1: see the entity lift my hair up and then yank
Speaker 1: it out violently. Things with my boyfriend were getting worse
Speaker 1: by the day too. He was becoming violent and more angry,
Speaker 1: and he started abusing drugs and alcohol. It seemed that
Speaker 1: the more that I called on Saint Michael and Jesus,
Speaker 1: the worst things got. The attacks in the subsequent event
Speaker 1: were getting more frequent and worse in nature, and I
Speaker 1: finally decided to go home for a little while just
Speaker 1: to see if the attacks would stop. When I was
Speaker 1: packing my last items into my car, my boyfriend honked
Speaker 1: his horn behind me. He wanted to talk to me,
Speaker 1: so I ran over to his car and got inside
Speaker 1: to discuss some things with him. And when I was
Speaker 1: about ready to get into my vehicle, I saw a
Speaker 1: man getting to the back seat of my car. My
Speaker 1: boyfriend saw him too, and I sat in his car
Speaker 1: while he went to check it out. But all he
Speaker 1: found were my belongings, without any sign that someone had
Speaker 1: been in there besides me. I had some holy water
Speaker 1: on me, so I went over to my car and
Speaker 1: I started shaking the water into the vehicle and chanting
Speaker 1: the Saint Michael's prayer while doing so. And every time
Speaker 1: I would sprinkle the holy water into my car, it
Speaker 1: would immediately be thrown back into my face. And when
Speaker 1: it was thrown back at me. It wasn't cool in
Speaker 1: temperature like it was when I sprinkled it into my car.
Speaker 1: It was boiling hot and it burned when it hit
Speaker 1: my skin. Something told me not to leave that night.
Speaker 1: On the six hour drive home, I left my car
Speaker 1: packed up, got just what I needed out of it,
Speaker 1: and spent the night with my boyfriend. I thought that
Speaker 1: I would revisit leaving the next morning. In the daylight,
Speaker 1: I woke to being strangled by something that I couldn't see,
Speaker 1: and when I tried to get out of bed, I
Speaker 1: had to fight to get up. I realized that my
Speaker 1: holy water was in the living room, and when I
Speaker 1: ran to get it, I was tripped on the way
Speaker 1: by what felt like an an invisible leg. And I
Speaker 1: eventually got the holy water, and I knew I had
Speaker 1: to go to war with this entity. I went back
Speaker 1: to the bedroom and started chanting the Saint Michael's prayer
Speaker 1: and sprinkling the holy water. And each time I sprinkled it,
Speaker 1: the water was thrown back into my face, and then
Speaker 1: my hair started to be yanked out of my head. Thankfully,
Speaker 1: I had the stubbornness of a twenty one year old girl,
Speaker 1: and I chanted with even more conviction, refusing to let
Speaker 1: it deter me. Now, I would take breaks from the
Speaker 1: prayer and plead with Saint Michael and Jesus to save
Speaker 1: me from this demonic entity. I sat in the center
Speaker 1: of the bed, cross legged and eyes closed, and continued
Speaker 1: to go between chanting the prayer and saying heartfelt prayers
Speaker 1: to Saint Michael and Jesus. The sound of breaking glass
Speaker 1: jolted my eyes open, and I saw through the blinds
Speaker 1: a hazy sunlight coming through. It was not just regular sunlight,
Speaker 1: but a beautiful array of colors. Then I saw a
Speaker 1: figure form out of the hazy life. It was Saint Michael,
Speaker 1: and he looked just like he did and all the
Speaker 1: paintings that I had seen of him. He was gorgeous.
Speaker 1: He was seven feet tall with glowing skin, and everything
Speaker 1: about him flowed with this incandescent light. I've never seen
Speaker 1: anything this beautiful night before or after this event. He
Speaker 1: had a sword and he looked like he was ready
Speaker 1: for battle, and he pushed the sword through the demonic entity,
Speaker 1: and I watched it slump into a massive goop and
Speaker 1: just disappear right before my eyes. Saint Michael never said
Speaker 1: anything to me, but When he looked at me, all
Speaker 1: I could feel was this immense love and devotion. Then
Speaker 1: he sat down beside me, and I could even feel
Speaker 1: the mattress being depressed by his weight. And he sat
Speaker 1: there for just a second or two, and then he
Speaker 1: literally flew out of the window. It felt like the
Speaker 1: entire ordeal only lasted a few minutes, but when I
Speaker 1: looked at the clock, it was eleven eleven am. This
Speaker 1: whole ordeal took four hours. After that, I felt comfortable
Speaker 1: enough to get the heck out of Fair. I never
Speaker 1: went back to that place again, and I moved on
Speaker 1: from that boyfriend too. I later looked up the address
Speaker 1: and found out that a teenage boy had committed suicide
Speaker 1: there in nineteen ninety seven. The boy was supposedly into
Speaker 1: devil worship. I thought you and your viewers might like
Speaker 1: to hear something paranormal for a change. People need to
Speaker 1: know that whether or not we can see these things
Speaker 1: with our eyes, they exist. I have many more tales
Speaker 1: that I will send to you at a later date,
Speaker 1: and one is about a dog man in New Mexico,
Speaker 1: and the other is about a chupacabra in Central Texas
Speaker 1: near Abilene. My daughter, and I love your channel and
Speaker 1: I think that you are an ambassador of all things
Speaker 1: crypted and paranormal. Her name is Stella and she just
Speaker 1: turned ten this year, and it would mean so much
Speaker 1: to her for you to wish her a happy birthday. Stella.
Speaker 1: And to the woman who wrote this email to me,
Speaker 1: Happy birthday, Stella. I don't know when your birthday is.
Speaker 1: I've had this story a long time and as you
Speaker 1: all know, and I keep saying, after I read these stories,
Speaker 1: I'm reaching way back and getting I've got some pretty
Speaker 1: good help with editing now and it's making it easy
Speaker 1: to send these off and I get them back real quick.
Speaker 1: It just makes it easy to read these. So anyway,
Speaker 1: thanks to the woman who wrote this. What a scary,
Speaker 1: scary story, and happy birthday to Stella. Stella's ten. Heck,
Speaker 1: she might be twelve by now, but happy birthday, Stella.
Speaker 1: I'm so glad your mom sent me this story. And
Speaker 1: hope you're having a good school should be starting right
Speaker 1: about now, and I hope it's all started well for you.
Speaker 1: It's a happy birthday, Stella. All right, Thanks for the email.
Speaker 1: Thanks for listening to this array of different kind of
Speaker 1: stories on this podcast. I love the variety of stuff
Speaker 1: that I can reach back and get in. Some of
Speaker 1: my older emails are all good stories. I kind of
Speaker 1: mix it up on these latest podcasts and I'm really
Speaker 1: loving doing this. So thank you for watching, and we'll
Speaker 1: see you all on the next podcast. Thank you,