Speaker 1: I live in a house in the country near Eldorado, Texas.
I woke up one morning and looked out in my
bedroom window toward my chicken coop, and I saw a
figure standing there. Judging by the height of the coop,
the creature was at least seven feet tall. The only
way to describe it is that it looked like a Chewbacca.
The way its hair flowed and the fact that you
couldn't see a neck rubbed my eyes several times, but
it was still there. It was like it wanted me
to see it, It wanted to be seen. It just
stood there, looking at the house. Finally I looked away,
and when I look back again, it was gone. I
never said anything for a while, although I never saw
it again. I would carry my pistol if I went
outside after dark. We would hear strange sounds at night,
but we never saw anything again. Now my friend had
to run in with a dog man, but that was
months later. We had a tracker come in to look around,
but he found nothing, or at least nothing that he
would admit to. I told my family, and they gave
me the strangest looks. Some of them think I should
quit listening. To shows like yours. They think I'm seeing things.
Oh well, these stories are great. People are seeing things,
and I'm just so glad you sent this in. It
was a short, little story, but it was great. I
am an outdoorsman and I live in Middle Tennessee. During
the last deer season, I was out hunting one evening
with my bow, trying to spot and stalk a deer
when I felt the sudden urge to look up at
a nearby sycamore tree. There, hovering by the branches, saw
a brown object that somewhat resembled the batman's symbol if
you were to cut off the ear and jagg at
the edges. It was some sort of flying, silent creature.
It wasn't a bat, but it wasn't a bird. This
thing just hovered there above me for what felt like forever,
and when it finally moved from its stationary position, it
shot straight up in the sky until I couldn't see
it anymore. That was the most interesting UFO encounter I've
had up close, but I've seen more than my fair
share at a distance. In fact, I see white lights
in the sky so consistently that it's become as interesting
to me as seeing an ordinary plane pass by. They
never make any sound, and I'll notice multiple of them
in a night. The lights don't blink, and their speeds
very dramatically. Sometimes they move slowly and other times incredibly fast.
Sometimes I see them ascend into the sky, and sometimes
they shoot up rapidly and disappear. I hope you get
to see them one night. All you have to do
is look up and wait. I've been a lifelong transmission rebuilder,
and in the year two thousand I opened my own
shop in Summerville. It had three lifts and it was
joined by an automotive shop, with a solid block wall
dividing the two. The automotive shop was run by a
man named Keith, who had been there for twenty years.
Keith was a good man, and he and I became friends.
My nephew, Raymond, was also a transmission man. About four
weeks after I opened, he would come to help me.
I opened my shop and I was there all day.
That night. I had another friend who would come in
and pull the transmissions out so I could rebuild them
the next day. The following night he would put them
back in. One morning, I arrived at seven am. I
opened the roll up shop door and out of the
corner my I saw a black looking animal run by
me and then hide behind a trash can. It looked
more like a shadow than a solid critter. I picked
up a shovel, ready to defend my shop. Now quickly
pulled the can back and there was nothing there. I
soon forgot about it. But at that point things started
to happen. I would be in the shop during the
day rebuilding a transmission, and I would hear a wrench
or a metallic object hit the floor as if it
had been dropped from six feet in the air. I'd
walk around the cars and there wouldn't be anything there.
I knew right off it wasn't from the shop on
the other side. It was in there with me. I
had a restroom at one end, and I could see
the mirror in the hallway from the shop. Around the
corner from it was a toilet, and sometimes when I
would go to relieve myself, I would smell a woman's perfume,
and sometimes I would smell pipe tobacco. Sometimes I would
hear a loud bang on the side of the building.
I would walk out and look, but nothing would ever
be there. One night, my friend Benny, was putting a
transmission in for me. Around eight pm. He called me
and he told me that I needed to come in.
I asked him why, and he said the lift wouldn't
come down and the car was stuck up in the air.
I hung up and I started putting my shoes on
when he called back and he said the lift had
come down on its own and he was leaving. The
next day, Keith came over and laughed. He said he
was up there working late when Benny came over to
his shop scared to death. I asked him why, and
Keith told Bennie that he had seen Henry. I asked
who that was, and Keith informed me that it was
a ghost that lived in the building. Henry was the
name his wife gave him. I asked Keith if he
had seen strange things too, and he said strange stuff
had happened all the time for the past twenty years.
I called Benny and I asked him to come up
and put in a transmission for me that night. He
asked if I was going to be there, and he
said that he wouldn't come back by himself to work
in that shop again. He told me that I had
a ghost. I asked him what had happened, and what
he told me made my hair stand on in. Benny
said that when he worked, a man in a burgundy
colored shirt watched him from the mirror. Benny heard him sometimes,
and sometimes he'd see him walk by. My nephew finally
came to help me. Instead never told him anything. He
had an old race car and at night he would
stay and work on that. After maybe three weeks, I
asked him if he had seen or heard anything strange.
He started telling me stories about all the strange noises
and shadows that he would see walking by. One day
he went out of town for a race and I
was in the shop with the doors closed and I
was working. All of a sudden, I felt a pair
of lips against the back of my neck, and I
felt air blow and took on me. I turned around.
I was ready to fight, but there was nothing there.
There was another time I was walking across the shop
when something put its fingers in my right back pocket
and gave me a hard tug. I turned around, and
again there was nothing there. My nephew and his friend
were in the shop one night talking when his friend
did a double take he swore that he saw a
man standing there, and then the man vanished. On another night,
my nephew was working on his race car. He was
by himself, and he was whistling a tune, and when
he stopped whistling, right in front of him, someone whistled
the exact same tune. After that, he left for the night.
And then on another time, I had a customer in
the shop and we had a slight disagreement. We were
raising our voices at each other, when suddenly he stopped talking.
In the corner, about five feet away, he could hear
muffled voices of two people arguing back and forth, just
like we had been arguing. The man looked in the
direction it came from, and then he turned white. He
turned around and just left. Finally, after a year, I
closed up and moved to another shop closer to home.
I have many other stories from that creepy place, but
I'll save them for another time. I'm retired now, and
every time I ride by that old building, I still
think about Henry