Speaker 1: The first time I heard about Bigfoot was when I
took my younger brother and a friend of his to
see the Legend of Boggy Creek. It was playing at
the drive in where we lived. My interest in the
subject was renewed years later when my son and I
started watching the Finding Bigfoot series together. It made me
think back to my childhood living in the country. My
family moved to a small town in southern Indiana when
I was little. I was a bit of a tomboy
and I loved going to the woods by myself just
to enjoy nature. We had a couple of horses in
the pasture way back in the woods, and I would
sometimes go to pet and hand and feed them, and
on occasion I would suddenly feel afraid, as if someone
or something menacing was watching me. When I gave into
the earths to run home as fast as I could,
I could hear the sounds of twigs snapping behind me.
I thought a bear was coming after me, and at
that age I didn't realize there were no bears in Indiana.
I live in Ohio now, and one evening I was
taking my granddaughter on her ride in the country. She
loves it as much as I do, and we would
point to houses that we like and enjoy each other's company.
She's also a horse lover and love seeing them in
the fields. As we drove, I was driving around, not
even sure where we were at the time. When I
started to turn onto a gravel road with trees lighting
both sides of it. It was right at dark and
the road was dark, and right before I turned, we
saw dark shape in the middle of the road. It
looked like it was an animal, hunched down and it
was eating something it had caught. Even at a distance,
we could tell it was huge, but it was too
dark to tell what it was. My granddaughter got scared
and rolled up her window. She closed the sun roof,
and she begged me not to get any closer to it.
I drove on, not knowing what it was and not
wanting to make her more upset than she had already become,
And then, to my surprise, out of nowhere, I got
scared too. It was like a light switch had turned on,
and I felt the familiar feeling of fear that I
had felt as a child in the woods by myself,
like something was after me and I had to get
out of there as fast as I could. It took
both of us a while to calm down. And though
I've always wondered what that dark shape was, part of
me is grateful that I never found out. Oh that's spooky.
You don't know what you saw, but you saw something
dark hunched over. Could it have been a bear? Yes,
but you had a good gut feeling about it. I
would trust my gut feeling on it. You think you
know what it is, I'd stay with that and nothing
else that'll keep you alert when you go to the
woods for the rest of your life. This was a
good story. Thank you man for sending it. All right,
all right, thanks for clicking on the video. I have
four I don't know other three to five minute stories,
and then I've got two really good archived stories that
will come after that. I think one of them is
almost thirty minutes long, but it's a really good one.
So I hope you all enjoyed this video. Thanks for
clicking on the video. All right, here we go. In
twenty nineteen, I was in East Tennessee staying in a camper.
The owner of the property lived in a mobile home
nearby and had dogs chained up in different parts of
the yard with doghouses nearby for shelter. On my first
night there, I heard a loud slap at the far
end of the camper. It was so loud that it
shook the entire structure, and it felt eerily deliberate, as
if something was trying to startle me into the open,
the way a loud noise can scare chickens out of
the coop. A week later, I had been in town
grocery shopping with my neighbors. By the time we got back,
it was dark, and just when I finished putting things up,
I shit you not, I heard a loud and clear
whistle outside the door. I thought I might have forgotten
a bag, so I called my neighbors on the phone,
but it wasn't them and they hadn't heard anything. Well.
Another week went by, and then at three in the morning,
a growl by the front door woke me up, and
I grabbed my knife and I eased up toward the
door to peek outside, and that thing growled again, this
time near the top of the door. The door was
at least eight feet tall. There was no local animal
I could think of that could stand that tall, and
it startled me so bad that I jumped back. I
mustard a rebel yell as loud as I could, and
I heard it run away from the door on two feet.
I stopped staying in the camper after that. Three weeks later,
the homeowner son came home from the National Guard. He
had been on duty. We were all getting ready for
bed when his girlfriend said she saw eyes shine outside.
I told her it was probably just the lightning bugs.
But I joined her at the window and I looked
outside with her. We focused in on a set of
eyes that I thought were lightning bugs, and then they blinked.
It was two sets of eyes standing eight feet tall,
right outside the window, looking in the sun. Grabbed his
gun in flashlight, but as soon as he went out
the door, the eyes disappeared. And that's the end of
that story. And at first I was thinking, who has
a door that's eight feet tall? But if he's in
a camper and it's up on its wheels, it could
be eight nine could be could be taller than eight feet.
I guess this was interesting this guy had. He's in
East Tennessee in his camper. A lot of people have
encounters while they're in their campers out in National parks
and such. This was a good story, man, I appreciate
you sending it. Thank you, sir. Many moons ago on
the Glover River in McCurtain County, Oklahoma, my grandparents were
at a fishing spot they called the Big Hole. They
were busy catfishing when they heard a yell from up
the river. For the fun of it, my grandma decided
to mimic the sound and she yelled right back. Not
long after, they heard a huge splashing coming up the river,
as if a large animal were coming quickly. As the
splashing sound got closer, they started feeling uneasy and decided
to pack up and leave. My grandmother went ahead to
the truck to start it up so that they could
get out of their faster, and she heard some leaves
rustling in the woods next to her. She rejoined my
grandfather to help with and once they got everything loaded up,
they saw this huge shadow in the trees. They didn't
wait around to find out what it was, and they
got out of dodge. She's told me this story many
times throughout my life, and I've always figured it was Bigfoot,
but I never paid any mind to what the yell
could have been until this weekend when I visited them
and I played the Ohio Howe recording. I had gotten
her attention, and she called my grandfather over so he
could hear it too. My grandparents both said it was
just like the sound they heard that day that they
were fishing at the Big Hole. Little did they know
at the time they had a near encounter with Bigfoot. Oh,
that's awesome that. You know, a lot of people write
in and they remember they listened to these stories, or
they watch other channels or whatever. They get some information
on these creatures, and they start remembering back on things
that they've never been able to figure out, and their
able to put two and two together and come up with, Hey,
must have been Bigfoot. It's perfectly logical. I mean, it
could be anything. Why not blame it on Bigfoot. That's
just my take on it. But this was really good,
kind of a spooky story, secondhand story. I thought it
was great. Thanks to the writer. All Right, here's a
story that I think is from Australia. My editor says
it's about Yaowei's and ghosts. Around twenty seventeen, I was
pregnant with my fourth child. We had been on a
walk going through an unused train tunnel, and I wasn't
feeling too good. My husband went with the two bigger
kids to get the car, and I was holding the
youngest in my arms. I had gotten back to the
road and was standing off to the side waiting for
my husband when something made me look up. In the trees.
About two meters from the road was a giant humanoid
creature just standing there watching me. I knew not to
turn my back on it, and I stood there terrified,
and I faced it. I was there for five minutes
in a stand off with this thing before I started
moving away, stepping back slowly, all the while watching this
thing watch me. When my husband showed up in the
car had backed up, and it retreated into the trees.
I was hysterical at that point. I loaded my daughter
into her seat and I told my husband there was
something in the trees watching me. I made him slide
over to the passenger seat, and I locked all the
doors and I got us out of there as fast
as the car would go. My husband believed me, and
at every chance he got he told me to share
with others that time that I saw a yowie. All
my life, I've had paranormal experiences from shadows turning the
lights on in my room, to doors opening and closing
on their own, the TV turning itself on, and mysterious
footsteps at all hours of the day and night. I've
had visits from the hat man and have even seen
objects thrown through the air, seemingly on their own volition.
One day, my husband was mowing the yard and I
was the only one in the house. I heard someone
walking outside, and I watched my husband go into our bedroom.
I started talking to him, when behind me, my husband
asked who I was talking to. I looked from him
to the bedroom and asked how on earth he had
gotten there. I told him I had just seen him
go in the bedroom, and he promptly searched the house
for an intruder. When we visited family, I did a
final check of the house while my husband loaded the
kids in the car, and as I walked around, I
always felt like someone was there doing the walk around
with me. As soon as I went out the door,
I would feel someone pat my bum as if to say,
it's all good, love, I'll keep an eye on the
place for you. My husband and I love historical tours.
One time we visited the grave of a captain who
was involved in a boat sinking in the Brisbane River.
The tour guide told us all about the deaths involved
and how it was the captain's fault. When suddenly I
heard very clearly in my ear again and again a
voice telling me it wasn't my fault. I told my
husband what I had heard, and the tour guide went silent.
I wasn't trying to undermine his tour, but the look
on his face was priceless. Now, I've had many strange
experiences in my life, and I found that sometimes the
best thing to do is to keep the stories to myself.
Even those with the biggest hearts have a hard time relating.
And that's the end of her story. And I would
say that last paragraph. You can keep them to yourself
if you won't, or you can send them to us
so that we can all enjoy them. I thought, there's
several incidents in this email, and it's very concisely explained.
She just tells she just deals with the strange events.
And I thought it was great. And if this writer,
I don't know when she sent it, probably send it,
probably a while back. But if you hear this send
us some more. Man, you're a good writer and you
really explain your experience as well. Thank you, ma'am for
sending this. I thought it was a great set of stories.
Thanks again, once again, thank you for joining me on
this video in this podcast. I certainly appreciate it and
we will see you guys on the next one. Thanks
so much.