Speaker 1: In twenty and nineteen, I took a security job night
watching equipment in the middle of the woods at a
temporary concrete plant close to the town I used to
live in. It was a blessing for me to land
this job at that time, and on the first night there,
I relieved my uncle's best friend, who I had not
seen in forever, so I knew I should be just
fine there. The first few months were uneventful. I would
leave the windows down on my truck, and that's when
I started hearing tree limbs breaking off in the distance
and gravel hitting the metal pieces of the plant. I
wrote that office wind and rocks falling off the conveyor belt.
I left it at that. Sometimes I would take my
dog to work with me. He was a tough dog,
but he wouldn't even get out of the truck and
these noises started. He just stayed on the floor all
night with his hair standing up and he would growl.
I didn't think much of it at the time. Winter
started and I ended up getting a new car to
save gas and be able to stretch out. The first
night I drove the car to work, I parked it
behind these water tanks that were on the ground. They
were laid over, so you couldn't see me until you
walk right up on me. It was a good plan
to catch trespassers, but a bad plan for everything else,
because it meant something could walk up on me too,
and I wouldn't see them until it was too late.
It was around midnight. I had just laid my seat
back and I looked over my shoulder and I saw
this giant, white, gray looking thing walking up the driveway.
It looked like a guy in an Alabama sweatsuit. At first,
I'm six foot four and I weigh three hundred and
seventy five pounds, and I'm not scared of anything, but lord,
this scared me. All I could think of was what
an idiot walking up here at this time of night,
in the middle of nowhere. When whoever it was got
closer to the street light and I could see it,
I saw that it had a tan colored face, and
what I thought was a jumpsuit was actually hair, and
then it turned to look at me with that old
snap look on its face. Normally my truck was visible
from anywhere in the area, or you could hear it
pull up, and apparently I snuck in unnoticed that night.
When I got a good look at it, I spun
my car around and shined my headlights on it, and
I grabbed my AR fifteen. It has a vortex scope,
tack light and a laser on it. In these couple
of seconds, it made it to the woodline sixty yards
away with a light and laser on it, and looking
through the scope, all I could see was its eyes shining,
and I bet they were seven inches apart. It was
cloaked like in the movies, the predator being the dummy
that I am. I fired twenty rounds at its feet
and over its head and it never blinked once. I
wasn't going to stay in that spot any longer, so
I hauled to a lit parking area to finish my
shift out that night. The next night, at work, I
was nervous, so I carried my bullpop shotgun loaded with
one out slugs. All night I heard trees falling and
got awful howls. There was no wind or a cloud
in the sky. I ended up telling my uncle's friend
what had happened, and he was relieved to hear it.
Apparently he had been going through hell with these creatures.
According to him, there was more than one. There was
a new story a long time ago from this area
about a local man's livestock coming up dead, and if
I'm not mistaken, something broke the donkey's neck. This happened
right down the road from the area, not too far
from the woman who who had made friends with them.
You had her on at one time. Cam. There are
several more stories just about that job site, and if
you and the audience would like to hear more, let
me know. I could probably write a book on it.
Heck ya, we want to hear a man? Send them,
send them, send them. You can write a book, but
let me put them on the podcast. The man didn't
say whether to use his name or not, so I'm
not going to. But he's talking about the Alabama white thing,
and I think the woman he's referring to as my
friend kat Rabbit in Alabama. Anyway, this was, man, what
an exciting story. I really appreciate him sending it. Thank you,
all right, all right, thanks for joining the podcast. In
the last podcast I put out at the end, I said,
if you listen to the end of a two and
a half hour podcast, I'd shave your name in my back.
But there were too many names to do that. I
can't reach back there, and my wife's not going to
touch that, and I was afraid y'all wouldn't be able
to read it. So I just didn't do it. So
I didn't lie to you. That was kind of the intention,
but it became an impossibility because so many people listen
to the end. So I appreciate all you guys listening
to the end. Hey again, thanks for joining the podcast.
I don't know how many stories are going to be
in this podcast. I think four, couple of long ones,
a couple of short ones, whatever the deal. I hope
you enjoy it all. Right here we go. I have
a story that has haunted me my entire life. I
want to know what you think about this. I grew
up in West Tennessee, in a small community on the
other side of our town. Back in the early sixties,
we only had black and white television with three channels.
Our mom would tell us that there was no such
thing as monsters, and she allowed us to watch movies
with for ten monsters or aliens, as at the time,
looked robotic and cheesy. I was about four or five
years old and I slept on a makeshift feather bed
in the room with my parents. One night, I was
awaken from a deep sleep with a bright light on
my face. I would not open my eyes because I
was confused about why my mother would do that. It
was not like her at all to turn on a
light while I was sleeping. I waited and the light
stayed on, and I was feeling a bit cool. What
is my mother doing? I wondered in my half sleep state.
I could sense something standing at my head, and I
noticed that I couldn't move anything but my pinky fingers.
I felt the edge of my bed, only to feel
that it had a cool, metallic feel to it. I
was lying on my back and my head and feet
were straight. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw
that I was naked. I was in a sterile looking
room with no windows that I can remember. Each side
of me, there were two gray alien beings, and there
was one at my feet. I could still sense the
one at my head too, and all there were six
of them in the room with me. As soon as
I focused on these things, they simultaneously leaned over toward
my face. They looked alike with their big heads and
black eyes and slits for nostrils and mouths. I panicked
because I had never seen such things in my life.
I couldn't scream. I just kept trying, and the third
time that I tried to scream, I suddenly woke up
in my bed. My nightgown was on, and there was
like nothing had ever happened. This incident has stayed with
me my entire life. I was in my mid twenties
before I saw a real picture of a gray alien,
and I was shocked that picture was identical to those
six beings. My thoughts were instantly flooded with that memory
at that very moment. I have told one person about this,
and when I told them, that person looked at me
as if I was crazy. I've heard that when abductions occur,
these people are visited on a regular basis, but this
has not been the case for me, at least not
that I can remember. I have had other odd things
happen to me during my lifetime, but this one was
one of the most terrifying. Oh wow, you know, I
get these stories every once in a while, and I
hear them from people. I'm not going to say anything
that I don't think this woman has thought of herself
but could it have just been a very vivid dream
and those images in your mind of these aliens could
have been something you saw on television or in a
magazine or in a book. I'm not saying that's the case.
I'm just saying, could these things be explained like that?
Because every time I get one of these the person
is having, it's like they're unconscious but they're conscious. It's
almost like they're awake but they're not awake. Just sounds
a lot like a dream to me. I grew up
with the night terrors, and I can remember those dreams.
I'm sixty two and I can still remember those dreams
from fifty to fifty five years ago, just as clear
in my mind as I had just woken up from them.
Those night terrors, those night horrors, they imprint on your psyche,
and it's like a lot of people never forget them.
I would love to explain to you all some of
my night terrors that I've had, maybe I will someday,
and they're kind of silly. And I think one of
my sons had night terrors at night, and you know
now that I'm talking about that. I've never asked him
what those dreams were about, or if he can even
remember them. But now that I'm talking about it, I'm
going to see him at Christmas. I'm going to ask
him that this is very interesting. I don't doubt that
this woman had some kind of experience. That's not the
reason I said, could it be a dream? I'm always
looking for answers to a lot of these. I love
the story. If this is something that really happened to
this woman, doesn't matter. What matters is it bothers her
still today and she can't figure it out. So thank
you for sharing it with us. Okay, this is a
little This is a short, short, little story about a dog.
It's not a monster story. It's not Bigfoot, not dog Man,
not aliens. But it's a really good little story about
how intuitive dogs are. Let me read it to you.
Olympia was a beautiful, gentle golden retriever. Everyone loved her.
My friends used to argue over who got the babysit
her when I had to go away for a few days.
She was intelligent and intuitive. She knew when I was ill,
and she would stay in physical contact with me all
day and all night if I were ailing her hip
against mine, until I felt better. Once It was a
knock at the door, and outside was a big, scary
looking guy replete with leathern studs and tattoos. He had
a mohawk and a mean angry expression. Olympia became enraged
at the sight of this man, and I had to
restrain her or she would have gone through the screen
door after him. I had never once seen her act
like this. Could she smell his aggression? Could she smell
my fear? Olympia's best friend was a yellow lab named Katie.
Katie and her humans lived a few blocks away from us.
She was a frequent visitor and I used to take
care of her when her family had to go away.
If you've ever had a dog, you know that they
have specific places in the house that are their very
own place. Olympia liked to be on or next to
my bed, and Katie used to like to hang out
under the bed. Olympia never went under the bed though,
never that was case Eady's place. But one day she
suddenly went under the bed in Katie's spot, and for
two weeks that's where she stayed. And then suddenly she
re emerged and never went back under there again. Later,
I learned that just when Olympia started going under the bed,
poor Katie had died. When I found out, Olympia's behavior
made perfect sense. She was, after all, an incredible dog
with an incredible intuitive gift, and I was lucky to
call her my own. And that's the end of it.
But I thought that was good. I wanted to share
it with you because I like to talk about dogs,
and dogs seem to have a sense about those things.
Nobody can explain it. If you have a story that
you could send me that's an unusual story about a dog,
or just about a dog that you love, man, send
it to me. I'll put it on the podcast. I
love those stories. Sometimes it's good to break away from
the monster stuff and just read something good and heartwarming.
I really appreciate the writer for sending this. It was
late summer of two thousand and nine in a small
Minnesota town north of the Twin Cities. I was staying
in my buddy John's house on ten acres of forested land.
We were just seventeen at the time. John's dad built
a million dollar home on that plot of land, with
more rooms and doors and windows than you could count.
He even had a gun room, John's parents were out
of town on vacation in Mexico, and his sister was
at a friend's house for the week. So John came
and picked me up in his maroon Grand Marquee and
we went to his house. Nothing was out of the ordinary,
but I remember when I got out of the car,
I smell something rank in the air. I don't really
know how to describe this smell, but it made me
sick to my stomach. John said there was probably a
dead animal somewhere, not to worry about it. We got
inside through a couple of steaks on the grill and
enjoyed the view from his million dollar back patio, which
faced the vast wilderness and the ponds surrounded by trees.
Now I could hear the frogs sounding out different calls,
but otherwise there was no noise but the gentle breeze
and the leaves. But there was that smell again. It
was so bad that I had to go inside to
find a handkerchief to put over my face so I
could breathe. It didn't work very well, but I was
thankful that it helped it a little. By the time
we finished eating, there was nothing left but bones on
the plate. It was dark enough that you couldn't see
an inch into the tree line at the edge of
John's thick, beautiful golf course green lawn. We looked at
the steak bones on our plate and decided the only
rational thing to do was to see who could throw
them further in the woods. So we chunked them as
hard as we could, and we listened to the rustling
of them falling through the trees. We heard them hit
the ground, but what we didn't expect were the noises
that came after that. It sounded like a bear crashing
through the trees. The bears are rare in Minnesota, but
they are here, make no mistake. John and I decided
to get out there and go for a drive so
that whatever was crashing through the trees wouldn't be tempted
to come and check us out. We brought the grill in,
we hopped in the car, and we sped out of
there as quickly as we could. We drove around for
about an hour, listening to loud music, and made the
same trip over the same roads until it was pitch
black outside. It was about the sixth time that we
had made that loop when I started getting a funny feeling.
It was a sense of anxiety that I'd never felt.
Adrenaline immediately started coursing through my veins. I felt like
I was being watched by something big. I stopped listening
to the music and I was looking straight ahead. John
was barely paying attention other than he was going straight.
I saw a huge figure walk across the road. I
couldn't see its face, but I saw the shine of
its eyes. That some bitch had to be ten or
eleven feet tall, and its arms were unnaturally long to
be a human in a suit or a bear. It
was walking on two legs, but it walked more like
an ape than a human, and its feet were massive
and flat, and I could see the muscles rippling through
its thick, red gray fur. I felt fear like I
had never felt before in my life, and every hair
on my body stood straight up. It was like I
had been struck by lightning. I remember trying to scream
and I couldn't breathe. John never saw what crossed the road,
even though he came a foot from hitting it with
his car, But he noticed that something was wrong with me,
and he slapped me across the chest, which made me
catch my breath. What the hell's going on with you?
He asked. It was a bigfoot, I managed to get out.
John knew me as the craziest, most fearless person he
had ever met. He knew I never backed down from
any challenge or any dare, anything that was stupid and
could result in broken bones or death. But there I was,
his fearless friend, scared straight and barely able to speak.
My fight or flight response was always fight first, and
asked questions later. But I won't lie though I was
all flight that night. He slammed on the brakes and
spun the car around to go back to where I
saw what scared me, and we drove a little until
I could see footprints out the window, and John turned
his car so the headlights pointed into the trees. In
the light from the headlights, I saw the creature standing
behind a tree, and it was holding on to a
tall branch. If I didn't know what I was looking for,
I would have never have seen it. Right away, I
lost my breath and all my hair stood up again.
I felt like it was radiating anger straight at me.
John asked if I saw it, but all I could
do was point, So we rolled down his window and
stuck his head out, and he called out to it,
but the creature didn't move. And then he opened up
his door and got out and whooped into the forest,
and right then a loud, angry growled like I had
never heard before in my life, came right back at
him from the woods. John saw the creature as it
raised its hand in the air and threw a large
rock at the car, busting the headlight on his side.
He jumped back in the car and popped it in
reverse and kicked up rocks and gravel in the road
as he peeled out of there. We got back to
his house, pulled the car in the garage, and assessed
the damage. Then we started hearing banging on the house
and screams coming from outside, just like we heard on
the road. Well, we looked at each other and headed
to the gun room in the basement. John retrieved us
both a gun and a rifle, and the banging got
louder and more intense, and the screams were becoming deafening.
We headed upstairs to the ground floor and went out
the front door with our weapons pointed. John went left
and I went right. We were going to meet up
in the back of the house, and if we saw
this creature, we agreed we would shoot it. We ran
around the entire house and right into each other without
either of us seeing anything, but we could still hear
this thing screaming and banging around. We went inside through
the back door and closed and locked it, and then
went upstairs to their bonus room, which had a view
of the front and left side and the rear of
the property. There was a point at every window in
that room that you could open it up, step out
on the roof, and walk anywhere you wanted. And as
soon as we got in the room, we realized the
creature was screaming and banging around on the roof. John
opened up one of the windows, pointing his gun and
fired three shots into the air. That's when my fight
response kicked in, and I climbed out the window with
the rifle in my hand, and I turned to the
left and started onto the roof, and I saw the
creature standing there staring at me. I froze in fear.
At that moment, it seemed like Tom stood still, and
I was sure that I was gonna die. This thing's
fists were clenched and his arms looked like clubs, and
he was growling and showing me his long, gangly teeth
Behind me, John climbed out the window too, and he
saw me standing there, frozen and pointing the rifle at
the creature. And when John ran toward me, the creature
started to charge. I pulled the trigger as fast as
I could, and I fell backward. John grabbed me and
hoisted me back to my feet and started firing at
the creature while it was still charging us. He landed
a shot in the creature's left leg, right shoulder, and forearm,
and it let out a howl of pain, and I
pulled my trigger again, this time hitting him twice in
the chest. But it just kept coming at us even
after we had shot it. The creature jumped right over
us and off the roof, and it landed on the
earth like it was nothing. We heard him running back
into the forest, screaming and growling as it went, crashing
through the forest away from the house. Back inside the
Bonus Room, we sat at opposite windows, holding our guns
in hand and talking until we both passed out sitting up.
We woke up the next morning, both of us startled
and looking out the windows to see if there was
anything out there that shouldn't have been but it all
seemed clear, so we went out of the windows to
look around on the roof to see if we could
find blood. We did find a little, and John took
pictures of them to prove to his dad that we
weren't just messing around. Since then, I have lost contact
with John and his family, and I no longer have
access to those photos on the camera. But after we
took pictures, we washed all the blood off the roof
and the grass leading up to the tree line, and
then we followed the path that the creature had made.
We found its massive footprints and took photographs of them.
We followed it all the way down to the water
that's where it disappeared. I stayed there another three nights
with John at the house with absolutely no activity. We
called his father and his mother and explained what had happened,
and if it weren't for the pictures of the footprints
and the blood, they would have never believed us. We
never really spoke of it again, and this is the
first time I'm telling of it since I'm twenty nine
years old, and I still dream of that night, and
I wake up shivering. I hope you enjoyed the story.
Not gonna lie, reliving that moment isn't exactly a pleasant experience,
but I'd liked my story to be out there. Thanks
for listening this far. I appreciate you. Christmas is coming up.
I know everybody's getting excited. Today is December thirteen, twenty
twenty four. I've got about I don't know what's that
twelve days before Christmas. I'm looking forward to it. I
hope you guys are. Let's all get in the Christmas spirit.
Be good to everybody, be a light to everybody. Breathe
life into everybody you come across, and display that Christmas spirit.
I know they would appreciate it. Thanks for listening to
the podcast. See you guys on the next one.