Speaker 1: Thirty years ago, when I was a young teenager in
West Tennessee, I frequented the woods to go hunting after
school and on the weekends. On one such weekend, my
father and older brothers set up a deer stand in
a large uninhabited forest near our home. The stand had
a ladder and a sitting area on the top. It
was sent several hundred yards into the woods, and it
was twelve feet off the ground. On a cold and
quiet November morning, I was in the stand with my
two seventy rifle waiting for that big buck to come through.
I'd gotten to the deer stand early that morning, and
after a couple of hours of sitting in the dark,
daylight finally made its appearance. I started to hear lumbering,
bipedal footsteps coming from my left side, crunching and snapping
the leaves as they went forward. It couldn't have been
a deer, because even the most heavy footed buck still
sounded like a squirrel on the ground to me, if
that made any noise at all. But the sound was different,
so many things started crossing my mind about what it
could be. I knew it wasn't a deer, and it
was unlikely that it was another hunter because no one
lived nearby. Even then, the footsteps were far too heavy
to be a human. I thought maybe someone's cow got
loose and was wandering through the woods, but there were
no cows in the nearby area, and certainly none that
walked on two feet. Whatever it was, it had my
full attention. The footsteps were so heavy that I was
sure I would see whatever it was because the woods
weren't very dense. All the leaves had fallen to the
ground by that point in the season, and I could
easily see sixty yards through the trees. The footsteps stopped occasion,
as if they were checking out the surroundings and smelling
the air, and then they continued toward me. This happened
several times until they were I guessed fifteen yards from me.
I was on the edge, to say the least. I
had my weapon ready, but I never took off the safety,
and I never pointed it at anything because it was
nothing to point out. I scanned the area in the
state of confusion because I was clearly hearing these footsteps,
but there was absolutely no living thing to be seen
anywhere around me. It was moving invisibly through the woods
without disturbing a single twig or branch. I didn't know
what else to do but sit there and be still
and be as quiet as I could until it was gone.
At one point it must have seen or smelled me,
because I heard it turn around and move in the
opposite direction. And when the sound of its footsteps faded
to nothing, I exited the deer stand and I went
back home, and I looked over my shoulder the whole
way back. The incident left me baffled. There was simply
no way that I would not have been able to
see this creature. I've heard other stories of similar experiences
people have had about hearing something close by but never
seeing it, and recently I heard of the concept that
bigfoot have cloaking abilities. I have never experienced anything like
that again, nor do I want to. Maybe it saw
my weapon and decided to go in another direction. Maybe
it was a cloak to bigfoot or something else paranormal.
No matter what it was, I couldn't see it, though
I'm sure it could see me. That's enough to make
a young teenager think twice about going into the woods again.
Thank you for the work that you do on these podcasts.
You're welcome. Sharing all these people's experiences has helped many
of us realize that strange occurrences are more frequent than
one might assume. Yes, that is true to the writer.
He didn't say to I don't think he said to
say his names. All won't. But fear's as he knows
who it is. That is true people, I mean, not
just by you know, the evidence are the fact that
I get so many emails is that strange things happen
out in the woods. But this is a small podcast,
and you know, we get hundreds of letters from people
describing every kind of weird thing you can imagine. But
just imagine all the people who actually do experience it,
who've never heard this podcast. They don't send them in.
I mean, the numbers must be huge, and it makes
you wonder what's going on out in the woods. I've
never experienced anything really weird. There has been something going
on lately here around yet y'all know, I don't really
show it much anymore, about me taking my dog's walking
every morning around a path that we have and my
property and my neighbors perty, and it's just a good
relaxing time for me, you know. I ride my bike
or I walk or whatever, and it's quiet, especially this
time of year. It's so quiet. In the fall, the
bugs are quiet, and I don't know, it's just real
peaceful out there, and the sun's coming up. It's so pretty.
But this thing's been happening, and it's never happened before.
I did have five dogs. I've only got three now,
and there's one that stays home. She never goes walking
with us. She's my little pug. She's little, the little
she's her highness. She thinks she doesn't have to exercise,
and so she doesn't. But I've got two dogs that
usually go with me, and normally they know our route.
They're way ahead of me, sometimes where I can't even
see them, or they get hung up on a smell
behind me and I get way ahead of them. So
half the time I'm riding or walking that route, I
never know where they are. They're out in the woods sniffing,
and you know what dogs do. But the last couple
of weeks, there's been two days where we get to
my neighbor's property and we're about to go on his
property and they just stop and they will not go
any further. And they've never done that, and I get
frustrated with them. I'll get one hundred yards ahead of them.
I can see them, maybe down a levee or down
a you know, a straight path, and I'll start whistling
at them and calling to them to come on, and
they just stand there and look at me, and they
won't come. They won't do it, and so I'll have
I mean, I don't want to leave them if these
dogs follow me everywhere, But if I left them, I
don't know where they would go. They might wander off
in the woods, and I don't want them to do that.
So I want them. Keep them close where I'm keep
an eye on them and call them back when they
run off. But so I go back and we just
go home. They don't, they don't want to do it. It's
happened twice. I have no idea what that's all about.
We have had some some uh I want to call
them wild dogs or stray dogs. And this county is
full of stray dogs, and we're lucky that we don't
get too many come up on this property. But when
they do, they usually kill a couple of chickens or
and most of the time when we're not here, sometimes
we come back, we'll have lost eight or nine chickens.
They're just laying out in the yard dead. As a
matter of fact, that happened about three weeks ago. We
think we lost six or eight. We had our flock
up to about thirty or thirty five birds, and we're
now down to maybe twenty five twenty eight birds. And
we've just lost a We've just lost a lot of chickens.
But and then the other day I was sitting in
here working and I saw this flash. I had my
door open. I saw this flash go by the front
of my little recording working shock out here, and I
jump outside and there's this big, old, muscled up, tan
colored pit bull chasing my chickens. He was trying to
kill him. I keep a shotgun right next to the door.
I raised it up a shot behind him. I had
the beat on him. My instinct was to shoot him,
but I just can't shoot a dog unless they need
to be shot, and this dog had a collar on.
I didn't want to kill somebody's dog, but I did
want to run him off, so I shot, and I
may have peppered his butt just a little bit with
some gravel. I didn't hit him with any shot. But
I made sure that he knew that this was not
a good place to be, and he ran around the
house and I've never seen him again. I don't know
where he went. I don't know what was happening, but man,
that was a big old It's like one of those
big pit bull, muscled up bodybuild of dogs you see
in these pictures on the internet. I kind of wonder
if these dogs are not marking out there and my
archiotes maybe, and my dogs aren't wanting to cross that
barrier normally they want to. They kind of claim that
area as their own. That's a long story to say.
There are weird things that happen in the woods, and
they don't really happen to me. I've never had anything
really strange. I've always enjoyed being in nature and looking
at the wildlife and just being in a peaceful place.
Sometimes I'll take a long chair and just walk right
out in the middle of the woods and sit down,
and I'll just sit there and read a book. It's
the most peaceful. If you have any woods near you,
you ought to try that. Pick up a book, take
you a light long chair, just walk out in the
middle of the woods, find you a log or a
stump to prop your feed up on and kick back
and read a book for a couple hours. You will
love it. It's if you like peace and solitude. It's
really something fun to do. All right, how about we
go to another story. Thanks for listening to my yacking.
All right, all right, thank you for clicking on the video.
We got five five five, not five five, not five
five five, just five Bigfoot stories in this podcast. I
really hope you like it. Most people like the Bigfoot
stories I get. So I made her and found five
Bigfoot stories for this podcast, just for the Bigfoot people.
And I appreciate you clicking on the video. Now, y'all
ready for some stories. All right, here we go. I'm
from South End in the UK, which is about thirty
five miles east of London. Ten years ago, when I
was seventeen, my sister, our friend and I went out
for a walk one evening. We ended up on a
new road that had only been opened for maybe a year.
It was in the middle of a farmer's field and
near an old World War II bunker. They were round
and reinforced concrete buildings that were dotted all around southeast
England and were used as lookouts for German aircraft. This
bunker hadn't been used since the war. One of the
doorways had been blocked up with dirt and overgrown with plants,
and just behind it was a long dirt footpath with
trees hugging both sides. When we got to the bunker,
our friend Matt went inside to explore it. My sister
and I stayed on the path and we joked with
him that he shouldn't get scared. Don't get scared, we said,
But just as we started to tease him, we heard
a noise coming from the trees to our right. When
we turned to look, we saw what I can only
describe as a thing. It had two large red eyes,
at least seven feet high, and it crashed through the
trees toward us like a derailed train. I couldn't call
it a monster, and I can't call it a human
because all we saw were the eyes. My sister and
I ran for our lives, shouting at Matt as we
went to get the hell out of there, And when
we made it back to the road in the field again,
my sister and I stopped to catch our breath. We
looked worriedly back toward the wooded area, but Matt still
hadn't come out, and we were both bouncing on our
toes and pacing restlessly, half expecting to hear him scream
or cry for help, and half expecting to see the
eyes chase after us again. After the longest five seconds
of my life, we saw Matt sprinting out of the
wooded area, and when he got to us, we ran
the rest of the way home, looking over our shoulders
the whole way. I'm not sure if this is connected
at all, but something strange happened. Two weeks later. I
had gotten up from a deep sleep in the middle
of the night to get some water, and when I
looked out my window I saw a bright, glowing light
hovering twenty feet from the ground. I watched it for
an entire minute as it floated motionlessly, and then in
the blink of an eye, it shot up into the
air and it was gone. Out of caution, I looked
in the direction of the bunker, sort of expecting to
see the glow of the red eyes again. Thankfully, I
didn't see anything but the darkness of the woods I
couldn't get over or the coincidence, though, What are the
chances of two strange events like this happening in the
same area just two weeks apart. Maybe the light was
looking for the creature, or maybe it wasn't related at all.
Either way, I started locking my windows after that. Stay
safe in this weird time. Oh man, what a good story.
Thank you for that story from England, thirty five miles
east of London. Wow, that's pretty cool. Was it a ufo?
Was it a bigfoot? Was it some kind of demon?
I don't know. I don't know. You never know on
these things, but this was really good. I love these
stories from the UK. Certainly appreciate the writer sending it. Okay,
here's an email about the Alabama White Thing. My wife
and I bought property in Coleman, Alabama a few years ago,
and not long after moving in, we heard a story
about a sighting of the Alabama White Thing. My wife
was talking to someone at the beauty shop and they
told her about a sighting that occurred only a mile
from where she lived. According to the story, ten years earlier,
a young man was visiting his folks who lived down
the road. When he left to go home, he witnessed
a large white animal running across the field on all fours.
The animal stood up at the edge of the field,
stepped over a barb wire fence, and walked into the
woods on two feet. After hearing this story, my wife
asked me about Bigfoot and whether or not I believed
in it and if I thought the creature was still
lurking in the area. While I was honest and I
told her I had seen so many unusual things that
did not discount the possibility that some sort of humanoid
throwback existed. And I also told her I had no
idea if the creature was still in the area, but
I thought it was unlikely. What she didn't know is
that I have a number of friends who say they
have witnessed a bit foot type creatures. One in particular,
was witnessed by four separate people at the same time
in Blunt County, just thirty miles from where we live.
According to the story, the group was hunting in the
woods on a mountain. It was late at night, and
the dogs were out ahead of the group, chasing raccoons.
They were following a creek bed when all of a sudden,
the dogs came running past the hunters yelping what their
tails took low. My friend said that they rounded a
corner in a creek when a large, hair covered creature
stood up and ran across the water in up a
steep bank. The creature used its hands to grab roots
and tree branches to climb out, and then disappeared into
the darkness. Now I was not a stranger to these tails,
but my wife had never even thought about such things
until she learned about the white Thing. When her curiosity grew,
I eventually told her the various sightings I had been
aware of around the area over the years. Well, not
long after that, in December of twenty twenty three, she
came home again with yet another story about the white thing.
This time it was a more recent story, and in
this story, a coworker said that one night, the herd
of ruckus in the woods behind their house. The noise
was a mix between a baby crying and a woman's
screaming bloody murder. Days later, the same people said that
they went out at the break of day to carry
out the garbage or something like that, when they saw
a large, white haired creature walk behind their barn and
disappear into the woods. I have come to believe that
these creatures lurk much closer to civilization than most people realize.
Since many of these stories happen right where I live,
I've taken up an interest in cryptis and I'm looking
for a group of like minded people who are willing
to share stories and information. To any of your listeners
who live in Alabama and have heard about the White Thing,
be careful out there. You are not alone. I hope
you find a group in Alabama to kind of settle
your curiosity and your newfound enthusiasm to look for cryptids.
You can I know my friend cat Rabbit has a
little group that they get together, and Lenita Bright, She's
has claimed she has bigfoot come on her property all
the time. You can probably look them up on Facebook.
I'm trying to think of the name of cat Rabbits group.
Maybe it's Alabama Bigfoot Hunters or something like that. But
if the writer will email me, I'll connect you with them.
But this white thing, this bigfoot, this white thing, Alabama
white thing phenomenon is coming up more and more. And
I don't know if it was because I've come across
a few stories and read them on the pot cast,
but it's almost like the there's two, two or three.
Let's see, there's three that I can that come to mind.
Number one the stories that recur a lot is the
Jersey Giant and the pine barrens of the northeastern United States.
I think they're in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, I don't know.
And then there is the Mogolon. I know it's mogi on,
but I call it moglon because the l is a L.
It's not silent. It is in Spanish but not in English,
so I call it the Moglon monster out in Arizona.
Got tons of stories of that, the Jersey Giant, and
then Momo in Missouri, the Missouri Momo monster, which is
a bigfoot. I bet I've gotten a dozen of those.
So you got the Jersey Giant, the Alabama and now
we have the Alabama white Things. So you got the
Jersey Giant, Oglon monster, Momo in Missouri, and now the
white Thing. And these are local tales about creatures that
creep around in the woods and people see them all
the time. I mean, I've gotten tons of emails on
all these, and it really is an interesting phenomenon. So
thank you to the writer for this email. It was
really good. I enjoyed it. Thank you. All right. This
is a Mississippi story. This is a good one. One
time in Mississippi, I was on my way to work
on a billboard. To get there, I had to drive
on a hidden road with three houses on it. Two
of the houses were abandoned, but an old man lived
in the third one. Both of the abandoned houses had
cars and trucks and even campers parked out front. Everything
looked like it was just left behind. As I was
heading to the end of the road, the old man
came out and we got to talking, and he asked
if I believed in squats, and I told him, yeah,
I believe any That's when he told me about the
two other houses. A couple and their children moved into
one of the houses, and for about two years, the
old man would hear gunshots from their direction in the
middle of the night. He said, gunfire out there is
normal since they're in the woods and have black bears
to deal with, so he didn't think about it too much.
But one day he was going down the road when
the neighbor man walked out and stopped him. He asked
him if he had seen something creeping around his house
in the middle of the night and beating on his house. Well,
the old man told him no, but said that there
were lots of critters out theres that would do such
a thing. The neighbor asked him if the critters that
he was talking about were eight or nine feet tall
with hair all over them, and the man was honest
and he said, yes, there are what people call bigfoot
living in these woods, but to just ignore them, and
if they come, shoot once or twice in their direction
and they should leave you alone. Two weeks later, the
old man was woken up in the middle of the
night by multiple gunshots and he heard something screaming louder
than anything he had ever heard. The next afternoon, when
he was heading to the store, he noticed a moving
truck in front of his neighbor's house, and as he
drove by, the guy stopped him again and he said, hey,
old timer, I'm leaving this place. Well, the old man
asked what had happened and said that he had heard
the gunshots the night before, and the neighbor said that
in the middle of the night something was beating on
the house again, but this time it was worse. Than ever.
He said that not only was the creature beating on
the house, but it was also trying to open the door,
and the neighbor shot at the door, but it only
made things worse, and the creature started ripping the siding
off the back of the house and it was shattering
the windows. He fired more shots toward the thing. Everything
got silent, and then all of a sudden, a tree
slammed into the back of a house, and the neighbor
said that he had had enough and he and his
wife were leaving. He said he and his brothers would
come back another time to pack everything and move out.
Two weeks after that, the people who lived in the
other house left too. That was three or four years ago,
but no one had ever come back to get their stuff.
The old man told me to keep my eyes open
while I was working, and to make sure that I
was out of there before dark, because that's when things
started happening. I told him I had my own experience once,
and I asked him if he minded if I came
out one evening to investigate. He told me that I
could come back anytime I wanted, as long as I
called him first. So he was expecting me and to
come before dark so we wouldn't accidentally get shot, he said.
If I do come back, to come back with a
big gun. He said. The creatures have been in the
area for years, but they usually don't anyone. But once
in a great while he'll hear the screams and chatter
coming from the woods, but for the most part, they
leave him alone. He has lived in this house most
of his life, and his father and mother before him.
His son comes to visit on occasion, but never stays
overnight or after dark. Now, I'm not gonna lie. I
got the creeps being out there, and I haven't been
back yet, but I definitely will, and I'll keep you
posted as to what I find or what happens. And
when I go, I'll go with my forty four magnum
and my rifle, and I will not go alone. I
guarantee you that, Oh man, that good grief you could man,
you could write, that's like a two hour story when
you love to find these people who have had these
experiences and just sit down and I don't know that's
the way I think. Just record what they say and
you know, get the get the vibe from them, or
try to get the mood or the you know, see
if you could hear it or see the fear in them.
I don't know. That may be sound, that might be
too invasive. But if they were willing to talk, I'd
love to talk to them. Of course, they're gone. They
hadn't even come back to get their stuff, so I
bet you they're not interested in even talking about it.
They just want to put it behind them. But apparently
in Mississippi the bigfoots will attack a house and tear
sighting off of it and put trees over on it
and try to open the door and scare people off.
That's terrifying. That is terrifying. And I live in Mississippi.
Holy crap. Anyway, I've never had any experience like that,
but that is interesting. Okay, thanks for the writer for
sending this. It was a great story. I really appreciate it. Okay,
I've got a minute to do one more. Let's go, please
in one more story before we quit this podcast. The
writer says, I've been meet to write this for a
while now, but I always talk myself out of it
or find something to stare at on TV. I didn't
see anything or smell anything, but I had something really
strange happen to me while squirrel hunting one day. It's
kind of dull, but it's one hundred percent true. I
live in northwest Arkansas, and from two thousand and three
to two thousand and nine I lived up in the
woods on the southern edge of the Boston Mountains, which
are the foothills of the Ozarks. There are thousands and
thousands of acres of National forest lands and some pretty
rough country with steep mountain sides and deep, dark hollers.
For folks who don't know what a holler is, it
is a small, narrow mountain valley akin to a ravine.
Most of the time, a holler is pretty steep on
the sides and it's hard to get down into, completely
inaccessible to wheeled vehicles. There was such a holler as
this on the backside of the property where I lived.
It was steep and deep and dark, with giant limestone
boulders on the sides of where it started descending from
the top of the property. I used to hunt a lot,
and I loved just going into the woods by myself.
I hunted on one side of the holler, which gave
me a good view of the opposite hillside where the
boulders were scattered out. It was one of my favorite spots,
but every time I hunted on that side of the
holler with the boulders, I had an uneasy feeling. It
was weird and hard to explain. I just wasn't comfortable
around those giant boulders when I was alone. In two
thousand and six, I was squirrel hunting one morning in
the early winter on the boulder side of a holler.
I was on the fringe of that area that made
me feel uneasy, and as I was getting deeper into
that area, I began feeling like something or someone was
watching me. I crept slowly through the hardwoods and stopped
off in to look for girls and checked my surroundings.
There was one area toward the top of the haller
that I was drawn to and I kept looking at.
But even though I didn't see anything unusual, it still
felt like something was watching me from that direction. But
there was nothing I could do about it, though, so
I blew it off and I kept going. The game
trail that I was on angled down and away from
the top of the hill. I had used it many
times and it was easy walking as I got deeper
into the woods and closer to the area where I
felt the eyes, I noticed something lying in the trail
ahead of me. I thought it was a piece of
trash carried in by some critter, so I kept going,
and when I reached it, I was pretty stunned to
find two possum skeletons laying parallel to each other, only
inches apart, right in the middle of the trail. Both
skeletons had the skulls attached and had a patch of
firs still attached back toward the hips, and neither had
front legs. Both had a few ribs still attached, but
most of them were broken and incomplete. The bone was
bleached white, and the small piece of hide holding the
hair was dry and stiff on the hip of both skeletons.
It was just weird. The only way those skeletons could
have gotten there and been so deliberately displayed was if
something laid them there for me to find. There were
a lot of coadies and raccoons and possums and bobcats
and everything else around there, so I know these two
possums didn't die natural death and end up on the
trail by coincidence. My gut told me why they were there,
and who put them there, and why I felt like
I was being watched. As I stood there, dazed and confused,
I tried to decide what to do. I knew no
one was going to blieve me, so I picked the
skeletons up. I took them home with me. You can
believe that when I left those woods, I left a
lot faster than I went in that day. Wow, that
would be weird to walk up on a trail and
find two possums or any animal skeletons laying side by
side like they had been laid there. This writer's right things.
I guess they could have got shot there, you know,
one bullet to two kills. I don't know. I don't.
I always try to be the devil's advocate and try
to figure out ways that things could happen. They would
explain it, you know that, you wouldn't. You wouldn't blame
everything on Bigfoot, which is what a lot of people
who believe in Bigfoot do. Anything they see in the woods,
all Bigfoot? Did that Bigfoot? Did this? See that trail
of their Bigfoot? Did that? See that little branch broken? Bigfoot?
Did that, see that little depression in the woods. Bigfoot
did that. But this is one of those things that's like,
I don't know. I mean, it could have been a human.
It could have been a person with a very weird
sense of humor. They could have had a trail camera
on you just to see how you reacted. You never know.
But if there was none of that, and this really
was just kind of a random two possum skeletons together.
And you know what's sad of the saddest of all
is I love possums. They're so sweet. My little my
little granddaughters have a someone gave them a baby possum.
The mama had been run over and the baby possums survived.
I don't know how, because the babies usually are attached
to the possum's back. But she had been hit. She
wasn't dead. The mama wasn't dead. But they picked up
the mama and the babies. The mama eventually died or
never recovered, and so they kind they kind of unlived it,
which was a merciful thing to do. And my granddaughter's
got one of the babies, and they are so sweet.
Now they're wild, they're not they're not meant to be pets.
They're not a domestic animal or domesticated animal. But you
can habituate them and get them used to you, and
they'll crawl around on you, and they get man the
males get really big, they get big, big old heads
on them and stuff. But it would be it would
be interesting. But anyway, back to the story, it's kind
of sad that there were two possums there. Anyway, I
love the story. It's kind of mysterious and creepy and
I thought it was great, so didn't mean to talk
here off. But it's on a row. Thanks to the writer.
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