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