Speaker 1: Hey, guys, thanks for joining me on this podcast. The
first thirty or forty five minutes of this podcast, I'm
going to be sharing with you the first five chapters
of a book called Paranormal Bedtime Stories. It's book number
one in a series of five by a man named
Todd Chapman. I'm not sure I fully understand exactly what
he did. He's a paranormal investigator slash story collector. He
was also a guide for a paranormal outfit out west
in the Desert. These stories are centered around a Skinwalker
Ranch type area where he has experienced all the same
kind of thing things that you would experience, or that
you've probably read or heard people have experienced at the
skin Walker Ranch. It is absolutely fascinating. Here's the thing.
I want to recommend that you go look his book up.
Just do a search for Todd Chapman Paranormal Bedtime Stories.
He's got five of these books out. Now. Here's the thing.
They're short, little chapters. They take ten minutes to read.
He named the book perfectly because I like to lay
down at night. The minute I lay down, I can
never go to sleep. But if I crack a book,
I'll be asleep in ten minutes. That is just enough
time to read like one story a night, so I
thought it was cool that he named it that. But anyway,
Todd is an extremely interesting guy. I read some of
these stories on the Dixie Cryptid podcast, not the ones
you're about to hear. He's just prolific at remembering down
and recording stories that he has heard, and he has
hundreds of them, and this is the first five. I'm
gonna record his whole book. It will eventually be out
on audio book on audible Isome. I don't know where
he's gonna put it, but he's letting me put this
stuff on the podcast before he releases it in audio book.
And as you hear these stories, you may hear some
little chirps in the background. I recorded these this week,
and my wife has got little chicks, about thirty of
them brooding in my office here and they're constantly chirping.
I don't know if you're going to hear them or not.
I'm about half death. But I let somebody else hear
one of these stories and he's like, well, the story
sounds good, but what the hell is that noise in
the background? And I knew it was. He said, it
sounded like chirping. I said, it's it's little chicks my
wife is raising. Don't let it take away from the story.
And I think it's only one or two of them,
but I think you'll enjoy these. And then at the end,
I've got a really awesome bigfoot story that I think
you're gonna love. Down in Mississippi. All right, here we go,
Chapter one. His name is Todd. Ghosts show themselves from
the first night they lived in the house. Bumps or thuds,
the sound of feet running in the attic, and beings
walking past windows, and the sounds of doors shutting all
begin at eleven pm every night. After a long tour.
I'd often get back to their house well after midnight,
even as late as three AM. I would drop off
their truck and then drive my car home, which was
a good thirty five minute drive. Already tired, it was
common for me to spend the night on their couch
rather than driving all the way home. My boss's daughter
always had friends staying over, even on week nights. They
were always up at night playing and talking in her bedroom.
One night, while sleeping on the couch, I woke to
find three of them curled up together on the floor
next to the couch. They hadn't slept yet, and the
sun was on the rise. I asked, hey, what's going on?
How come you're not in your room? And one of
them said, well, we can't sleep in here. But what
do you mean, Well, we hear noises and we see
things outside the window. Their daughter said, well, what sort
of noises? Like people running on the roof. She replied
it always happens at eleven o'clock. Okay, I said, as
I rolled back over and went to sleep. Over the
next several weeks, the same thing played out again and again.
Finally her mother changed bedrooms with her, but that didn't help.
Then their daughter's birthday arrived and they took her to
Las Vegas. They asked me to house sit and keep
an eye on the dog. It was business as usual
at the shop, and i'd crash at their place afterward.
The dog and I got along great, and when it
was time for bed, she slept close by. On the
first night, I heard them become active. The house was
previously quiet and then sounded as if a family returned
home from vacation or something. Doors were slamming, kids were
running around, et cetera. And when I turned to see
what time it was, the clock said eleven pm, just
like clockwork. I thought to myself, she was right. There
was a lot of noise, and it sounded like a
bunch of people up on the roof or in the attic.
While I lay there awake, I listened to them and
mentally followed their activities around the house, and I made
notes of where I heard them. The following night, I
went to bed before eleven o'clock so I could send
them a bit of an invitation. As I lay under
the blanket, I sent them a fault that if they
were they were okay with it, I would like to
see them. My name is Todd, and I'm watching the
house and the dog, I said to them, and my thoughts,
if you would rather not show yourselves to me now,
maybe you could appear to me during my dreams, I added.
Sometime in the early hours, I heard someone near me
whisper his name is Todd. With this, I woke to
see two women in period dresses, maybe from the eighteen hundreds,
standing four feet from me. One of them was facing me,
while the other, who I believe was the one talking,
was slightly turned to the side with her back to me,
as if looking at the other woman while she talked.
The more I tried to focus on them, the more
I woke, and the less I saw them, And within
about five seconds I no longer saw them. After this encounter,
I never again heard them in the attic, and that
was the only time I'd seen them. Chapter two, Stalked
by a Sasquatch a boy Scout survival story. Have you
ever shopped at Arii Sportsman's Warehouse, Bass Pro Shops, Cabella's,
or a similar outdoor store. Well, if so, take a
moment to consider what it might look like to work
at one of these stores and some of the strange
stories you might hear from customers. In a way, it
is actually a great place to engage people about their
experiences and if they ever encountered something strange or unusual
while biking, boating, camping, hiking, or hunting. This story is
about a twenty eight year old man that walked into
a bass Pro Shop store in central Florida. He was
looking for a new compound bow for the upcoming elk season.
While chatting with the store's employee about hunting locations, big
game and such. The customer opened up and shared a
traumatic story that he'd never shared with anyone during the
twelve years since it happened. He only did so after
the employee admitted he believed in Bigfoot and actually saw
one out west where he used to hunt. In fact,
they'd both been to and hunted the same area. The
man's story took place twelve years earlier, when he was
just sixteen years old and while hiking with a friend
at the Filmont Boy Scout Ranch in New Mexico. A
Filmont currently covers one hundred and forty thousand acres of
wilderness near the southern end of the Rocky Mountains, and
he began his story during our two days of hiking.
We both put over one hundred miles on our boots.
We enjoyed the rugged terrain, the lashmadows, the thick forest,
and the trout filled streams and the hidden natural treasures.
In fact, we were having a great time until we
realized we were lost. Imagine being sixteen years old and
lost within an area that large. It was crazy. The
ranch land covers over two hundred square miles and is
full of all sorts of wild animals, namely black bear,
to add to the respective to their situation. In nineteen
eighty six, Felmont had five separate bear attacks on campers
during a two week period, and the year two thousand
and four more campers reported being attacked, and most recently
in two thousand in tent, a fourteen year old boy
was sleeping inside his tent when a bear climbed onto
the tent and bit him. There was even a version
of this report that claimed the boy was dragged out
of the tent by his butt. He'd gone to sleep
with a candy bar in his back pocket and that
attracted the hungry bear. The man continued his story, saying,
during our second night being lost, we had just finished
making camp and had started a small fire. Was getting
pretty cold at night, so we both wanted to warm
up a bit at the fire before collecting more wood
to get us through the night. That decision might have
actually saved our lives. While sitting next to the fire
and contemplating our situation, we both realized we were not alone. There,
standing quietly next to a tree at the edge of
our campsite was a massive hairy creature. Where it came
from and how long it had been watching us we
did not know. We didn't hear or see it walk up,
and as we both sat frozen in fear. I remember
being unable to rationalize a way out of our situation,
and even thought that we were going to die, and
nobody knew where we were. Besides, if we could somehow escape,
we did not know which way to run and for
how long we were lost. This thing was just massive,
and we were sitting on the ground at a distance
too close for comfort. In a manner of speaking, we
were sitting ducks. The storemployee jumped in with a question, Well,
what did you mean that the decision to warm by
the fire may have saved your lives? Can you imagine
what might have happened if my friend and I left
our camp in different directions and went into the darkness
looking for firewood. What if the creature or creatures were
out there waiting for us. Oh, I see what you mean,
said the employee. Yeah, that could have been really bad.
The man continued, I'm not sure how long we sat
there looking at it without making a sound or making
a move. Likewise, it remained there motionless, but we could
hear it breathe. It must have huge lungs with the
sound it made breathing. I still can't get over how
massive it was. I keep using the word massive, as
that's all I can think of to describe it. And
then the employee asked, so, what happened? How did you
get away from it? Well, after a while, it's simply
turned around and walked deeper into the forest. The re
us slept a wink. The whole experience from our trip
and everything we thoroughly enjoyed up to that point has
been for the most part forgotten or may be replaced
as a better word. The confusion and the fear, compounded
with being lost so far from home, made us want
to repress what happened. In fact, my friend and I
never talked about what happened or told anyone until now
talking with you here, man, that's really a crazy story.
You obviously found your way back to civilization. How did
you get back? Well, at first light, we broke cap
and we headed for the nearest high point. When we
started climbing, we found some landmarks which were on our map,
and that led us back to the main buildings and
parking area. Well, we were thrilled, but also mentally and
emotionally exhausted. Neither of us has returned to Filmont or
New Mexico. So where you headed with this new boat?
Asked the store employee. I'm going on a solo hunt
with a guy in Idaho. I hear they have nice selt.
Is your friend going with you? Then? Now he doesn't hunt,
Actually he doesn't get out that much anymore. He's got
a family and a demanding job to keep him busy. Well,
thanks for sharing your story, and I'm glad you guys
made it out safely. I don't know what I would
have done in the same situation. Good luck with your
hunt too. Now, this was an amazing story, But what
you don't know is that the store employee has also
been to Filmont Boy Scout Ranch. What are the odds
of that? Having a fellow hunter to confide in is great,
but it's even easier when they've seen one of these
creatures as well, and have even been to the area
where you saw it. Over the years, I've met for
service rangers, rock climbers, and a handful of others who
once worked at Pilmont. I bet there are many more
Filmont stories out there. Chapter three, The Boys Scientist Human
looking aliens. We were in the process of moving into
a new store location, and while taking down and dismantling
the sign out front, a stranger approached me. He wanted
to share a few stories with me, so I stopped
what I was doing and I listened. This story begins
when I was four or five years old. I remember
my parents taking me to a location with small hills
surrounding the area. We went there often. One day, while
en route to the location, I could see up ahead
a metallic discs shaped craft sitting on the ground, and
people appeared to be working on it. I remember thinking
that it was being built by these people. Once we
parked and got out, the workers asked me to come
over and inspect the craft. Also recall walking around it
and somehow knowing where to place my hand to open
a door into the craft, and when the door did open,
I was just about to go inside when someone stopped
me to ask my advice on some other matter. That's
really all I can remember. I don't remember if I
eventually went inside the craft. Over the years, as an adult,
I've been plagued with those memories, and I even set
out multiple times to find that place, but I never succeeded.
I remember the tiny location with the hills well, but
I cannot remember anything beyond the surrounding hills or how
we got there. He told me he's also asked his
parents repeatedly about it and where they lived when he
was four or five years old, but they've continued to
withhold that information. And then he went on, either they've
been told to keep it a secret, or they really
don't know what I'm talking about. It's really rather strange.
His next story developed while he was on vacation. He
was out near two popular hiking canyons when he saw
some strange lights in the sky. From his experience, he
told me he felt they were not conventional aircraft, so
we wanted to start up a conversation with some people
who were parked nearby. Something was strange about them, but
I couldn't be sure what it was. And when I
turned around to look at them again, they were gone,
and so was their vehicle. He told me. He recalled
going home later that evening and asking for a sign
that those were in fact the UFOs he'd seen over
the canyons, and then he clarified, my request was specific
to the day time and location where I wanted to
receive the confirmation, and when the time neared, I drove
up to the lookout near the airport. There were other
people there, so I wasn't alone. Two of the people
standing near me seemed a little odd too, so I
turned to the man and asked what had drawn them
to the lookout that day. The stranger told me that
they heard what was going on and it was going
to be a large sighting in the sky at sunset.
Because of the odd coincidence of what the stranger had
said where he pointed, he turned and walked away. He
pointed to the same location I saw the light, and
that freaked me out. As I walked away, I thought
to myself, that's enough of a sign for me, and
then I heard a woman who was with him say, well,
I guess there won't be a sighting after all. The
next story was his final experience that he shared with me.
After possibly feeling separation, anxiety, or to assure himself that
he wasn't crazy and that his memories of seeing a
craft and interacting with other beings were real, he again
asked for contact and selected the time and location. This time,
I arrived at my preferred location a bit early, and
I parked the car and I waited. As the minutes passed,
I grew restless, and then right at the prescribed time,
an old, beat up truck pulled up beside my car.
It was driven by a woman. I couldn't believe it.
There were so many other places to park, why a
shift park right next to me. I looked back at
my watch, and it was past a requested meeting time,
and I became frustrated, and I huffed as I reached
for the keys and started my car. As I backed
up and shifted into drive, I looked back at the
mother and child one last time. It was at that
moment a newborn set up and waved goodbye to me.
It wasn't until miles down the road and about halfway
home that I realized what had happened. I replayed in
my mind all the details from that brief period in
the park and left me no choice but to conclude
that they were there to meet me, and I blew it.
They were setting up some sort of picnic, and it
wasn't warm out, and what mother would bring a newborn
child out into the cold elements for a picnic. The
child was not dressed warmly either, And what newborn baby
can sit up on its own, lift its arm and
then wave goodbye to me looking right at me. He
asked me this while shaking his head. Chapter four, attacked
by an unseen creature, researcher clawed and suffocated. Be careful
what you wish for, because you just might get it.
If the two men in this story didn't believe it before,
they soon would. One afternoon around thirteen years ago, I
was informed that a couple of guys were driving up
to meet with me later that evening. They wanted me
to take them out to a local hotspot with the
intent of video recording their experiences. When they arrived, I
was surprised at what I saw. The camera was huge,
like one of those TV news cameras. However, this one
was equipped with night vision and an infrared flashlight. They
told me they ran a popular paranormal investigation website and
hoped to come home with some great stories in video
footage for their subscribers. After showing me all their equipment
and explaining what it was used for, we climbed into
my vehicle and began recording. On the way to the
highest elevation point of the evening, I learned the cameraman
was terribly afraid of heights. I can't even stand on
a chair to change the light bulb without getting sick,
he said. His friend laughed, yeah, he has to ask
his wife to do it for him. After the laughter subsided,
I asked, so are you going to edit that part out?
And they both laughed, all joking aside. It's getting dark fast,
so let's pull over here and get the equipment ready,
I suggested. Surprised at what I was hearing, I asked
the camera guy what was wrong? The infred isn't working.
I don't understand it. The battery is brand new and
it worked just fine when I tested it before we left.
This meant they couldn't use the camera after dark. A
bit of a misnomer. Night vision still requires light to work.
Light be it moonlight, flashlight, car headlights, street lights, or
in this case, their infrared flashlight gets amplified over thirty
thousand times by using a phosphorus tube. The phosphorus makes
night vision appear green. Stranger things have happened, I said,
I wouldn't worry about it. It'll probably start working once
you get back to your hotel. While he was putting
the camera away, I pulled out our night vision goggles
to see what was happening above us. This was just
in time for them to witness three objects. Two of
them appeared to be satellites traveling north together with some
distance between them. As they neared the point of being
directly above us, a third object heading east raced by
them at a very fast grate and intersected their path
directly overhead. Oh that was pretty cool, they said, it's
a good sign. Okay, let's get going. We still have
a long drive ahead of us. I told them we parked,
and they checked the infraread again. Now it's still not working.
I took a minute to point things out and briefly
explain what I had planned. As they had more of
an agenda, I asked if there was anything in particular
they were interested in doing. The camera guy asked, well,
where's the buildings? Is there a way we can see
them from here? I pointed toward the east and said
we can look around for a few good viewing spots
after I get the flashlights out. While standing at the
tailgate and pulling out the gear we'd need, I heard
them commenting about something. They were no longer standing behind me.
They found an opening in the fence leading into the pasture. Well,
I stopped what I was doing and I went out
to meet them. What's wrong, I asked, do you feel that?
The cameraman asked, what do you mean, what's weird? I
feel something's about to happen. Something is close to us.
I can feel it. All of us looked around, but
we couldn't see anything. Oh my god, he said, my
heart's racing and I can't breathe. Let's get back to
the truck, I said, while pulling his arm. Once at
the tailgate, he was struggling for air and said, his
chest hurt. Man, my skin is on fire, he said,
while fumbling to pull his shirt up. I grabbed a
flashlight and shined it on his stomach. Oh shit, his
friend yelled out. There were fresh claw marks going from
his stomach to the right side of his body. He
was still having a difficult time breathing and couldn't see
very well. So I grabbed my camera and took a
photo to show him. Look, I said, while holding up
the camera, what the hell. I gave him some water
to pour on the wound and Shortly thereafter, he started
breathing normally. Again, let me see your shirt, I said,
and when he pulled it down there were no cuts
or tears in the fabric. Did you see or hear
anything out there? I said, no, something or someone just
attacked you good without lifting your shirt. What do you
want to call it a night or go back? No,
he said, I'm breathing better now, so let's stay a
bit longer. His friend asked, are you sure I'm okay
with going home? No? No, no, let's stay a little
while longer. I'm fine with that, if you guys are,
I said, Taking a few minutes to regain his composure,
I asked him if they were interested in a short
hike up the hill so they could get a better
look at the buildings. They wanted to do the hike,
but the friend was wearing flip flop sandals, so we
had to go slow and easy. Cactus is everywhere there,
and walking the desert hills at night is not easy.
No more than a minute or two into our hike,
the cameraman, who was right behind me, said he couldn't
go on. I'm going back to the vehicle. What's wrong,
I asked, while still marching up the trail. Man, I
can't breathe? What I thought to myself, This was so odd.
I had literally just inhaled a deep breath of cool
night air and thought to myself how wonderful it was.
And when I turned around to talk to him, I
saw that his friend had also turned back and was
already heading to the bottom of the hill. Hey, what's wrong, guys,
I shouted. I can't breathe either, said the other man.
I followed them back to the truck. Man, what's going on,
I said both men they felt heavy pressure on their chest,
which effectively created a feeling of being suffocated. As it
turns out, around ten years earlier, a few other people
experienced this same feeling just a few miles away while
hiking in a canyon. For them, it only happened in
a small area of the canyon and could be repeated
if they tried to continue up the trail. In another instance,
a couple of hikers were able to sense the presence
of two large beings. These beings were invisible to the
human eye, but somehow they could intuitively since where they
were and even their physical dimensions. As they approached the
invisible beings. The beings appeared to back up to keep
a safe distance. They must have suspected the men could
see them, because they reportedly moved in a zig zag
pattern while backing away. With each change of direction, the
two men were able to follow them, and finally, once
the perceived creatures were backed up against the cliff wall,
the two men began to feel pressure on their chests,
and they experienced the same feeling of suffocation. If they
backed away from the beings, they said, the pressure was
released and they could breathe freely. They said they tested
this by moving closer and closer and then backing away repeatedly.
The men later gave a friend of theirs a map
and directions to the location of the cliff wall. When
she arrived at the spot, she said she also felt
the pressure on her chest, but she didn't sense a
presence when entering the area like they had. She only
felt the reaction to being too close to them. Now,
one of the men was a friend of mine, so
I asked him if, to his knowledge, this suffocating experience
was ever reported outside that canyon. He said it wasn't,
and he wasn't aware of any other locations. I then
told him it just happened to two guys who were
with me. Getting back to my two guests. Now, they
had enough and wanted to call it a night, and
I asked them to come by the shop the next
morning and i'd have a copy of a video for them.
Earlier in the night, they asked for some footage so
they could use on their website. Unfortunately, the video I
gave them was only footage they took home with them.
The next morning, I saw them pull up and went
outside to greet them. How are you guys feeling, I said,
They were laughing. We can breathe better now here. Well,
how's that scratch? I asked. You won't believe it, he said,
while lifting up his shirt is completely gone. WHOA, that
was fast. Tell them what else happened, his friend said,
I interrupted, Let's first go inside and sit down, and
then you can tell me. The camera guy went on
to say, after we got back to the hotel, I
developed a sudden urge to climb up on the balcony
railing and jump. Well, obviously you didn't jump, because you're
here with me now, I joked. The urge was stronger
than anything I've ever experienced. He said, but I was
able to resist it. His friend added, man, I had
in a similar experience while we were out with you
last night. What do you mean, Well, it was pretty
compelling urge, like someone or something was calling from me
from that house. It was in my head and it
was asking me to come inside. Well, dang, why didn't
you say something last night? We already had the wind
knocked out of us and we got clawed, so we
just wanted to go home. They said, yeah, I get it,
and then the camera guy got up and walked over
to me. Look at this. He showed me his watch.
I discovered around three hours of missing time this morning.
His friend chimed in, Yeah, it's weird because the the
watch is actually adjusted behind by three hours. It's like
he went someplace that there's three hours behind, and maybe
while they're reset the watch to the current time. I
thought about that for a minute, right, People with missing
time don't normally report the time being adjusted like that.
They have the feeling or knowing that something happened, like
they went to the store around noon and got home
when it was dark outside. Clarke says the same, And
that's not all, said the cameraman. You were right. As
soon as we entered the hotel room and unpacked the
camera gear, the battery for the infrared light worked to
just fine. We all laughed and we shook hands. Thanks
for coming up, guys. It's a great meeting you, and
I hope you can salvage something to share with your subscribers.
I learned later that when they got back home they
found their website offline. They told me that it had
crashed the night they were out with me. Us was
the end of their experience, but not the end of
the story. Allow me to ask a question, do you
believe these men were victims in any way? If you do,
remember that they said they had operated a paranormal investigation service,
and even said they hoped for some interesting stuff to
happen to them so they could share it with their followers.
And actually that's the entire reason they took time away
from their work and families to drive up and go
out with me that night. They wanted my help in
making that happen, so they were actually successful. They returned
home with a lot to tell people about. Their cameras
stopped working for no reason. Their website had crashed. One
guy was clawed and suffocated by some unseen force, and
he was coaxed to jump from the balcony railing, and
then he had a missing time event. Who knows what
happened there. His friend also suffered fromification and was being
spoken to in his mind to trespass and go inside
a deserted building in the middle of the night. Now,
allow me to ask another question. Could there have been
another reason for being coaxed up onto the railing other
than to jump? That is, Remember, he was terribly afraid
of heights and couldn't even get up on a chair
without getting sick. So what if it was really an
effort to get him up on the railing but not
to jump. What if he had been healed of his
fear and getting him up on the railing was actually
so that he could see that he was no longer
afraid of heights. Could that be possible? The reason I
bring this up is that people have been healed while there.
It's happened so often I honestly keep the idea in
the back of my mind. When crazy things occur and
for no apparent logical reason. What follows or some examples.
Number one, I have seen implants, Yes, implants ejected or
removed from two different people. The first was a twenty
somethter year old father, and the other was a teenage
boy while sitting beside his parents. The second, a middle
aged man, was in a great deal of pain following
an injury to his right shoulder while lifting heavy furniture.
The pain grew and grew for a couple of weeks
and finally reached the point where it was keeping him
up at night and he could no longer lift his arm.
We went inside and pulled back the collar of his shirt,
revealing a small puncture wound in his shoulder. He said,
while preparing to take a shower that morning, something caught
his attention out of the corner of his eye in
the mirror. It was a line of dry blood which
had run down to his waist from this hole. If
he pressed fingers against the hole, he said, he could
feel the track of the incision or probe upward into
his shoulder. Swinging his arms in full clockwise and counterclockwise
movements while laughing, he was obviously no longer unable to
lift his arm. He also said there was no pain.
He had absolutely no memory of what happened or who
may have helped him with this need for relief. The
next day the hole had completely healed. Incidentally, his girlfriend
was sleeping beside him that night and she had no
memory of what may have happened. Third, a college student
had such a great experience on the first trip out,
where a weather vane began to spend very fast while
he stood underneath it for a photo. It spun for
sixty seconds. There hasn't been power to that water pump
for years, and there was absolutely no wind that night,
So being a student of meteorology, that was quite special
for him. So special in fact, he returned with a
good friend who was pregnant, effered from severe anxiety, and
was fearful for her child's safety. I shared the story
of a resident and female sasquatch visiting a pregnant mayor
in the corral every night. The mayor gave birth to
a healthy colt, while other horse ranchers in the area
were having complications with births. Then I told her that
the sasquatch left footprints in the corral one day, and
beside hers were smaller, tiny prints. She had a child too.
It was right after I finished this story that this
woman cried out to the Sasquatch to help protect her
and her child. Immediately, we all heard a powerful vocalization
from the corral area, followed by an intense wave of love.
We all felt it wash over us and through us.
That night, this woman was healed of her fear and anxiety.
The fourth, a young man told me he was having
problems with his marriage where his wife didn't understand his
interest in such things. He told her he wanted to
come visit the hotspot, and surprisingly she said okay. Nothing
happened during his outing and that depressed him. But he
emailed me after he got home and told me a
Ufo had visited their home and actually hovered low above
the house. She was home and went outside to see it,
and now she believes and they have a wonderful relationship.
And fifth, a woman told me that prior to his death,
she was not on speaking terms with her father, so
the evening for her was about making contact with him
and healing unresolved differences and guilt that she had been
carrying since childhood. His spirit visited her and she recognized
his smell and presence. When he was beside her, she
felt his love and found forgiveness and healing that night
the sixth. My landlord even went with me one evening
and had quite the experience, and this is how she
described it. As I began to step from the edge
of the forest, quite plainly, I heard a voice right
alongside of me that told me that I no longer
had to see anything and to just believe that they
were there. I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't move,
and in the blink of an eye, my vision completely
left me and total darkness absorbed me, and somehow I
felt my feet leave the ground. What immediately followed was
a floating sensation. I screamed for Todd, who instantly grabbed
my arm, which seemed to pull me back to earth. Todd,
I can't see, I said, What do you mean you
can't see, I asked, My vision is gone. Hang on
to me, please. We stood there for what seemed like
an eternity to me, waiting for my vision to return.
It eventually did, and Todd suggested that we go down
to the corral. No, I'm not supposed to go any further,
I said. He didn't understand until I told him what
I'd heard, that they were there and that I didn't
need to see them that I was just supposed to believe,
and he understood perfectly. We turned around and headed back
up the hill, through the woods at the top and
back down the other side, And as we reached the
last ascent, I heard footsteps snapping and sloshing behind me,
so I stopped and listened, and the footsteps got closer
and finally stopped next to me. I told Todd that
someone was following me. I know, he replied. We headed
for home, and my dreams that night could not be explained.
I didn't even try. I just went with the flow
and accepted everything that happened. During the course of the
following morning, I grabbed a large outdoor watering can and
filled it to the brim. Was at least ten pounds
of water in it, and I began to water the
multitude of plants throughout my home. Something seemed different, so
I stopped and tried to figure out what it was,
but kept watering the plants. Lifting the heavy can up
to water a wastehil plant, I suddenly realized that the
watering can was in my right hand. There was no
pain whatsoever as I carried and lifted it for the
next half hour. I couldn't believe it. For some reason.
My right forearm had bothered me for quite some time,
to the point I could not pick up a glass
of water without such pain and almost dropping it. Many
people had worked on it, but it continued to be
a mystery for almost ten or eleven months. Now that
was twelve years ago, and I still have no pain.
Someone had fixed me, I felt strongly as a gesture
of simply believing whatever happened to me out there, I'm
still in awe now. These are just a few of
the healings which were made possible being at the right
place at the right time. So could the camera guy
have been healed? Possibly? But I lost touch with him
over the years and never found out. Often wonder about
his friend and the reason for his being called to
visit the house that night, what could have been in
store for him? But in both instances, these men were
able to resist that beckoning, as though they had been
given a choice, and they chose to say no out
of fear. What would you have done? Chapter five Motel
Room one nineteen chased out by coyotes. It was New
Year's Eve two thousand and nine. After reaching our destination,
a group of us stood beside the fence talking. Before long,
one couple broke off from the group and pulled me
to the side with them. We walked down the fence
line so they could talk with me in private. They
informed me of their plans to return later that evening
after the tour was over, and that coming out with
me was about showing them how to get there. I
asked them that if anything was to happen, that they
would contact me. Also wanted to see their photos in
case anything was to appear in them. Before we rejoined
the group, the husband snapped a flash photo of a
corner where two fences met where we were talking, and
in that photo was a silhouette of a man invisible
to the human eye. He was on the other side
of the fence and appeared to have a cigarette or
toothpick in his mouth. This reminded me of a photograph
taken in the same location back in the nineteen nineties
by a previous homeowner. In their flash photo, a humanoid
figure was leaning against the fence. His face looked flat,
he had large yellow eyes. Was this the same guy
and was he listening in on the conversation about them
sneaking back later? That night, you know he was, and
boy did he have a surprise waiting for them. We
drove back to the shop and everyone said goodbye. And
a few days later I received an email from them,
and here's what the husband wrote. While standing close to
where we took the photo of the invisible guy earlier
that night, my wife felt her hair stand on in
something or someone is right behind me, she said, and
we need to leave right now. As we began walking
back to our vehicle, we felt someone following us, and
fear sank in and we quickened our pace and then
out of nowhere, we estimated a dozen coyotes were only
a few yards behind us, and they were forcing us
into a full on sprint back to the vehicle. Those
coyotes were so clear that we could hear them panting
right behind us at our feet, but when we turned
to look, we didn't see anything. Well, this freaked us out,
so we started running as fast as we could. We
made it back to the truck in one piece and
never saw those codes again. We raced back to the
motel and when we got back it was one thirty am.
At three am, the walls of our motel room began shaking,
violently and it lasted for over ten minutes. At first,
we suspected someone next door banging on the wall, but
we heard no one talking. This was unusual because for
the whole week we always heard conversations on both sides
of our room. The walls seemed thin, so this made
little sense. The next strange thing happened the following day,
this time around five am from the same motel room,
we heard a loud, humming sound throughout our room for
almost thirty minutes. It was strange because when we walked outside,
we didn't hear the sound. As soon as we walked
back into the room, it became loud again. We suspected
it was a washing machine or something, and when we
checked the laundry room, it was on the other side
of the motel and the sound we were hearing was
only in our room. So before checking out, we asked
about the noise complaints from our other guests, but nobody
else heard the noises either night. When I visited their
motel to see if Room one nineteen had a history
of poltergeist or other paranormal activity, they said that it
used to, but because the attendant hadn't heard of any
recent activity. She believed it must have been some time
ago since the last haunting. Honestly, I don't believe the
motel was haunted. I wanted to check to see if
there was a history in that unit. I also think
someone out at the ranch had a bit of fun
with them and kept them from getting a good night sleep.
After all, they were the only people ever to admit
being up to no good and wanting to go back
and look around when nobody was looking. You keep us awake,
We'll keep you awake. I used to live in an
old house in the country in a community called China Grove, Mississippi,
off Old Highway twenty four. There was a particular stretch
of Old twenty four where I always felt like I
was being watched. On the weekends, when I walked that
road to my cousin's house, I could hear something following
me from the woods. And when i'd stop, it would stop,
and when I went on it did too, and when
I ran, it would run. This went on for two weeks,
and when I told my cousin, he just brushed it off,
and he told me that it was a deer or something. Well,
I invited him to come over to my house, hoping
we'd hear it again, and seeing that I was bothered, obliged.
At first, we didn't hear anything, and when we did,
he was still convinced it was a deer. So I
started asking him things like why would a deer follow
a person? And of course he could not come up
with a good explanation. On a Saturday morning in nineteen ninety,
that same unconvinced cousin came to my house and he
woke me up. I got dressed and we went on
a walk toward the neighboring town. We stopped to take
a break when I looked over his shoulder and I
saw what I thought was a man looking around on
the ground for something. He was dressed in a strange outfit,
and he moved about in a weird way. I bought
my cousin, who turned and stared at this strange man,
and then the guy shot behind a tall bush. My
cousin told me it was just a hunter. When the
man swiftly hopped closer to another bush and crouched behind
it for a moment, and then stood up, holding his
long arms out to his sides. The morning sun was
shining through what reminded me of an orangutang fur draping
from the arms. Well, I realized quickly that it was
no man, This was a Si squatch. He held his
gaze on us, and then angrily approached, swinging his arms
and clearing brush without effort, and small trees like they
were twigs. We couldn't move it first, both of us
were in shock. I managed a deep breath and I
ran as fast as I could. And I realized I'd
left my cousin standing there in shock, staring at this
thing lost budd and yelled his name, and he snapped too,
and shooting past me in a blur. My muscles burned
from the fright. I was too scared to look behind me,
and I charged the rest of the way home as
fast as I could. Later on, one time, when the
family was hanging out at my house, I made mention
of what we'd seen. My cousin pretended he didn't know
what I was talking about. Later, in private, he told
me to never talk about that again. He said the
obvious that folks would think we were crazy. I said, well,
we both saw it, we knew it was real. And
then I said, and if we told people they'd believe us,
but he refused to agree to that. One night, I
came home late from hanging out with some of the
family and I had to walk home. This was the
first night I had to walk through the hall near
the incident, a space where the trees came together over
the road going uphill toward my folks. As I walked along,
the sound of pacing in the woods started up again.
I walked, and it walked, and I stopped, and it stopped.
I found a two inch thick stick to protect myself,
and then I took off as fast as I could
toward the corner of Old twenty four. The footsteps followed me.
They ran after me in the cover of the trees,
and when I stopped to get my breath, I heard
it approach the edge of the woods and come to
a slow stop. Now I had a bad temper back then,
being a late teenager, and even though I knew that
it was a sosquatch, I was sure that the stick
I had would make it behave So I hollered something
to the effect of I'm sick of you following me,
and if you want to fight, come on at which
points it kindly obliged me. I could hear its long
legged strides coming toward me, and I glanced at my stick.
Suddenly it didn't seem as mighty as before, and I
dropped it and I ran home. Now that thing didn't
bother chasing me. The whole situation must have been amusing
to him, my brief show of bravery, But that night
he decided to pay me a visit. My dad was
in bed propped up watching TV. He kept thirty eight
Special beside the bed in a twelve gage in the
corner by the fireplace. I had never told him about
the Sasquatch. I knew he'd never believed me. While I
was in my room watching TV two and my head
propped by the window, and I kept hearing a noise outside,
So I turned the TV down and sat back on
the bed, and I caught a silhouette slowly passing by
my window. It was my buddy, the sisquatch, standing at
least nine feet tall, three feet wide at the chest,
and full of muscles. I could tell he was harry
and that his face was flat, and he walked slumped
over with his mouth cracked open, showing long teeth. He
breathed the throaty, chesty sound. It was low, like the
base in a car stereo, and it was loud enough
that I could feel it in my room. Well. I
was terrified, and I leaped to my door and in
a loud whisper, I told my dad, get the gun,
Get the gun, there's something outside. Before he could doubt me,
I added, I don't play like this, Dad. With that,
my dad was outside with his thirty eight, and within
seconds I heard gunshots. I was terribly shaken and my
body was buzzing with anxiety. A minute or two passed
and there was no sound of my dad or his gun.
Felt like I was in a nightmare, and for a
minute there I wondered whether or not my dad would
come back. In Another minute later, he came in, saying
he hadn't seen a thing. I didn't tell him what
I had seen, but I did tell a few of
my buddies. About four or five of us went into
the woods during the day, Mainly I went to break
the constant anxiety i'd been feeling, to find some kind
of explanation for what I had seen, and to feel
like myself again. All of us brought guns. We didn't
have anything big. Nobody was taking it too seriously other
than me. There was a spot near my grandfather's that
I called the Ridge. It was a big, perfectly formed
crater in the side of a hill that was to
be our bay. It was a raised platform, and just
to make sure we could always find it to meet
back there after our search, I put an old soda
bottle in the middle of it, which hopefully we could
see from wherever we were. After hanging around the ridge
for a while and talking, we split up into little groups.
Some of the guys went too far into the woods
for my taste, so I decided to head back and
wait as my partner went to try to find the others.
I got back to the ridge and the bottle was gone.
I lifted the rifle and pointed it as I looked
around me, but I didn't see anything. I left and
waited at my uncle's house instead, wanting to be anywhere
but in those trees. That same night, near the ridge,
one of the guys started a little fire in the
middle of the road. We were sitting around it and
discussing what we'd seen, when behind my buddy I saw
another sasquatch, smaller and younger than the one outside my window.
It had the strangest gait I had ever seen, like
the ghost girls in the horror movies, steady but fast,
a regular sort of gate, but in a fast forward motion.
Years later, in early nineteen ninety four, i'd left work
late one night. A coworker of mine dropped me off
on a road leading to my house, and I had
to walk the rest of the way. There was a
new moon and so dark that I had to occasionally
stop to let my eyes adjust. I heard it almost
immediately on my walk, the sasquatch pacing me from the woods.
I had given my life to the Lord back in
nineteen ninety one, and I began to pray. I could
hear it clearly in the trees, only this time it
was getting closer, closing the distance between us. No matter
my prayers, it slowly and steadily kept walking toward me,
and then, filled with the boldness of the Lord, I
pointed in its direction in the darkness, and I let
it know that the Lord who made both of us,
gave man dominion over everything that creeps on the earth,
and I demanded that it go back into the woods. Well,
my words only encouraged it and it picked up its pace,
and it rushed toward me. I took a step forward,
pointed again, and repeated what I had said, louder and
more confidently, and then it stopped. It hesitated a second,
and it did turn back into the woods. It turns
out that these things do understand authority. I love the
Lord too much to lie about him. He's my witness
on this and every other encounter I've ever had. Okay,
that'll wind this podcast up. Thank you guys for joining me,
and we'll see you on the next one. Sure appreciate you.