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