Speaker 1: Here's an interesting story from Indiana. Yep, you can use
Speaker 1: my name if you want to call me Kelly, and
Speaker 1: that's the name on the email. Hi Cam. This is
Speaker 1: a short story, so here it goes. All right, here
Speaker 1: we go. I'm telling you this story because it's absolutely true.
Speaker 1: It's not a sosquatch story or ghost story, but it's
Speaker 1: very strange. Nonetheless, I grew up in southern Indiana in
Speaker 1: the late seventies and early eighties. Most people probably think
Speaker 1: of corn and beanfields when thinking of Indiana, and that's
Speaker 1: mostly true, but southern Indiana has some great rolling hills.
Speaker 1: It was nineteen eighty four in the forecast call for
Speaker 1: six inches of snow. My buddies and I knew we
Speaker 1: wouldn't have school the next day, so we planned on
Speaker 1: going out in a friend's four wheel drive Bronco. After
Speaker 1: finding someone to get us some liquid refreshments, we headed
Speaker 1: out to what we call the virgin roading. This is
Speaker 1: when you cruise the back roads and fine roads where
Speaker 1: the snow hasn't been driven on. And after hour or
Speaker 1: so of riding, we had to take a nature call.
Speaker 1: My buddy was on somewhat of a main road out
Speaker 1: in the stick, so we pulled off to the side
Speaker 1: of the road for some privacy, and after we finished
Speaker 1: up our business, we saw tire tracks in the snow
Speaker 1: leading down the road. The tires were pretty narrow and
Speaker 1: it looked like they were about three feet apart. We
Speaker 1: found this was strange, but it was going down this
Speaker 1: road just fine. We popped over a small hill and
Speaker 1: we found ourselves driving right into a graveyard. There was
Speaker 1: no other way out, so we started to turn around,
Speaker 1: and it was here that we noticed the tire tracks
Speaker 1: had stopped. There was absolutely no way the tire tracks
Speaker 1: could follow the exact path back out, and we noticed
Speaker 1: that there wasn't a bear spot where a car had
Speaker 1: been sitting, or footprints that had gotten out of the
Speaker 1: car to leave. There was also no wind, so the
Speaker 1: snow couldn't have blown over the spot where it had
Speaker 1: been sitting or the footprints covered up. Yes, we had
Speaker 1: been drinking, but we were not out of our minds drunk.
Speaker 1: Yet no one said anything. As we drove out. My
Speaker 1: friend's tire tracks were outside of the smaller vehicles tracks.
Speaker 1: We looked closely and it was definitely a one way trip.
Speaker 1: I finally asked when we got back on the main road.
Speaker 1: If anybody was screwing with me. Everybody said no. We
Speaker 1: headed back to town. I tried to find this road
Speaker 1: later in life, but I couldn't locate it. Everything looks
Speaker 1: different in the snow. You can use my name if
Speaker 1: you want. My name is Kelly, And everything looks different
Speaker 1: when you're sober to Kelly, when you're not full of beer. Yeah,
Speaker 1: that's kind of a creepy, interesting story. I don't know
Speaker 1: what to think about that. These two tire tracks. What
Speaker 1: do you think that could have been? I don't know
Speaker 1: what has small tires and the wheels are just three
Speaker 1: feet apart, but they go up in the graveyard and
Speaker 1: they just stop in the middle of a snowstorm and
Speaker 1: they just vanish. That's pretty odd, But that was an
Speaker 1: interesting story. I thought i'd share it with you guys.
Speaker 1: I grew up in eastern Washington in a hunting gathering
Speaker 1: kind of family, and by the time I was fourteen,
Speaker 1: my friends and I would regularly gather twenty two's and
Speaker 1: go off camping not far from home. All my friends
Speaker 1: also came from hunting families, and we had skinned and
Speaker 1: eaten every legal prey we could harvest. You sure you're
Speaker 1: not from Louisiana, sounds like you're a Cajun. One warm
Speaker 1: afternoon in the nineteen seventies, while hiking out a canyon
Speaker 1: from an overnight stay, we found something in a small
Speaker 1: drainage that scared me and my buddies to the point
Speaker 1: that we never spoke of it again. There in the
Speaker 1: drainage lade what appeared to be a bloody, skinned out
Speaker 1: monkey or ape. It had been perfectly skinned, as if
Speaker 1: someone had removed the hide for tanning. The creature was
Speaker 1: only the size of a small child. It wasn't a bear,
Speaker 1: though a skinned out bear, we had learned earlier in life,
Speaker 1: does have a human look to them. After the sight
Speaker 1: of this creature, we walked home a bit scared and
Speaker 1: in disbelief, and to this day we have never brought
Speaker 1: it up again. So a short story and maybe nothing,
Speaker 1: but monkeys or apes are not found in eastern Washington,
Speaker 1: nor did we know anyone who owned them. There was
Speaker 1: not even a zoo nearby, which makes it all the scarier.
Speaker 1: Thank you again for your time in sharing these incredible stories.
Speaker 1: I still hunt now near our home in western Montana.
Speaker 1: Other than a few hunts where not one critter can
Speaker 1: be found heard, not even a forest bird. I have
Speaker 1: never seen anything like others have, and thank God for
Speaker 1: that too. I do believe they're around here, but maybe
Speaker 1: they have no care about me and they stay clear,
Speaker 1: or maybe they know I carry much more than a
Speaker 1: bow and an arrow. They're pretty smart critters. I think
Speaker 1: he signs off Randy Yep. Apparently from these reports, they
Speaker 1: know what a gun is, and I don't know. Maybe
Speaker 1: they know I don't. Maybe they're scared of guns. Who knows.
Speaker 1: That's pretty interesting, you know, I don't know. When I
Speaker 1: read these stories from people and they are recounting events
Speaker 1: from their childhood, I remember seeing weird things in my childhood.
Speaker 1: Like now, this is going to be kind of off topic,
Speaker 1: but for some reason, this just popped in my head.
Speaker 1: I remember some buddies and I were We used to
Speaker 1: ride ditches in Memphis. We'd get out in these ditches.
Speaker 1: They'd go for miles and miles and you'd find all
Speaker 1: kind of stuff in these ditches, old bicycles, probably stolen bicycles,
Speaker 1: old radios and things like that. And one time we
Speaker 1: came up on it looked like just a magazine sitting there,
Speaker 1: and it wound up being a girly magazine. I think
Speaker 1: it was a Playboy, and of course we all grabbed it.
Speaker 1: We were looking through the pages, and that was interesting,
Speaker 1: you know, as a young teenager to look at those pictures.
Speaker 1: I mean, we were boys, but I have never forgotten
Speaker 1: the thought, and I always think about who takes who
Speaker 1: looks at those magazines in a ditch? I mean, how
Speaker 1: did that thing get there? I don't know. I don't
Speaker 1: of course, none of the other guys were thinking that,
Speaker 1: but I'm asking the whole time, how the hell did
Speaker 1: this thing getting down here? Who threw this thing in here?
Speaker 1: And I thought through the years, probably some other teenage
Speaker 1: boy who who was afraid his mother would find it
Speaker 1: in his bedroom or something chum from his backyard end
Speaker 1: of the ditch. I don't know why that popped in
Speaker 1: my head, but the story's kind of about finding something
Speaker 1: odd on the side of the road, and they found
Speaker 1: a skinned out monkey. Now that's a lot weirder than
Speaker 1: finding a girly magazine. But I thought that was very interesting,
Speaker 1: and yeah, let's move along. Hopefully I don't get distracted
Speaker 1: too much again. Twelve years ago, I found myself suddenly
Speaker 1: a single father with an amazing eight year old daughter.
Speaker 1: After her mother left our lives, I had to become
Speaker 1: both father and mother overnight and raise our beautiful daughter alone.
Speaker 1: I was lucky to secure a beautiful property north of
Speaker 1: Brisbane in Queensland, Australia, and we began to heal. This
Speaker 1: was an amazing old property around ten acres on the
Speaker 1: outskirts of a smaller township. The house was old, but
Speaker 1: the land had an amazing combination of old trees, small
Speaker 1: cleared paddocks for our horse, old tropical gardens, and a
Speaker 1: series of creeks that ran down one boundary to form
Speaker 1: a billabong. This was the place my daughter and I needed.
Speaker 1: Our horse was our buckskin lawnmower. He was like a
Speaker 1: puppy and he followed us around when we went on bushwalks.
Speaker 1: Given the size of the land, my daughter was also
Speaker 1: able to keep chickens and ducks. She would be their
Speaker 1: little mother. They all had names and would come to
Speaker 1: her for hugs and cuddles. We had no cats or dogs,
Speaker 1: so wildlife was abundant. We had black cockatoos and cuker burrows, possums,
Speaker 1: brilliant kingfishers at the creeks, and hundreds of lorikeets. One morning,
Speaker 1: I went out back of the house and discovered chicken
Speaker 1: feathers scattered in the backyard. I followed a trail which
Speaker 1: led to the far side boundary near the creek, and
Speaker 1: found a larger pile of feathers. I assumed that a
Speaker 1: fox had come in and taken one of my daughter's birds.
Speaker 1: During the night, I cleaned up all the feathers and
Speaker 1: later told my daughter what I had found. She asked
Speaker 1: if it could have put up a fight and gotten away.
Speaker 1: It was possible I had only found the feathers. We
Speaker 1: made sure the chickens were locked up tight that night. Onward,
Speaker 1: they were free range during the day. One weekend, we
Speaker 1: went away to go swimming at the beach, and when
Speaker 1: we got back we quickly realized that more chickens and
Speaker 1: ducks had been taken. The trail of feathers once again
Speaker 1: led us to the forest near the creek. Still we
Speaker 1: found nothing but feathers. A few weeks later, winter had
Speaker 1: set in. It does get cold here in Australia, but
Speaker 1: only for a few weeks. During that short time, we
Speaker 1: enjoyed fires outside. It was a good time on those
Speaker 1: chilly nights. Because the property was so big with lots
Speaker 1: of trees, I never had to buy firewood. I would
Speaker 1: just gather pine cones and branches from the property to burn.
Speaker 1: Some nights, I would take a large old washing basket
Speaker 1: and a torch and go stick picking around the property
Speaker 1: to gather something to burn. I wouldn't let my daughter
Speaker 1: come with me at night, but she would stand on
Speaker 1: the front veranda and watch me go around with a torch.
Speaker 1: I didn't want her to follow in case of snakes
Speaker 1: or spiders. We have some big ones here and I
Speaker 1: never traveled out of her sight. One such night, I
Speaker 1: had filled the basket with sticks and pine cones and
Speaker 1: was walking back up the long driveway back to the house.
Speaker 1: I had the torch in front of me and I
Speaker 1: walked alongside the driveway fence, which was about four feet high.
Speaker 1: As I got within around fifty meters of the front
Speaker 1: of the house, the front spotlights were on from the
Speaker 1: roof and I could see my daughter waving. Out of
Speaker 1: the corner of my eye, I saw a large black
Speaker 1: cat like creature run between me and the fence towards
Speaker 1: the house. It was fast, but very close, within two
Speaker 1: meters to my left. I turned the torch onto it,
Speaker 1: and I watched it loop forward until it got to
Speaker 1: a large, overgrown hibiscus that grew beside the car port.
Speaker 1: These gardens were old. The original plants had grown to
Speaker 1: enormous sizes over the years. The hibiscus had grown to
Speaker 1: a large, dome shaped mass of thicket and branches, but
Speaker 1: it was hollow inside. The chickens often nestled in there.
Speaker 1: My daughter saw the creature run past me, and then
Speaker 1: she asked what it was. I wasn't sure and still
Speaker 1: had the torch on it, and I saw it enter
Speaker 1: into the big hibiscus. I wasn't sure if it was
Speaker 1: still there or had gone out the back into the forest.
Speaker 1: I told my daughter to stay where she was at
Speaker 1: the front door, and I approached the big shrub, expecting
Speaker 1: to find nothing. I shown the torch into the bush,
Speaker 1: and staring back in the torch light was the biggest
Speaker 1: set of bright neon green eyes. The creature was so
Speaker 1: black that even the torch light was not picking up
Speaker 1: the detail. The eyes were really big. They were the
Speaker 1: size of golf balls and spaced it twenty five centimeters apart.
Speaker 1: There was no sound, but I could see its nose
Speaker 1: wrinkle up in snarls. It exposed a huge mouth with big, white,
Speaker 1: sharp teeth and whiskers. The eyes were wide open, but
Speaker 1: I could see its brow furrow down in anger. The
Speaker 1: thing that hit me was its wildness. This thing was powerful,
Speaker 1: large and foreign. Australia has no official big cats. But
Speaker 1: I could see from its eyes and their reaction that
Speaker 1: it was pissed and defensive. I've seen pictures of tigers
Speaker 1: with their ears laid back and snarling, nose wrinkled up
Speaker 1: with full fury, and this was exactly what I saw.
Speaker 1: I told my daughter to go straight back into the
Speaker 1: house and I backed away, slowly, keeping the torch on
Speaker 1: this creature's face. It kept shutting its mouth and then
Speaker 1: burying its teeth, but no noise ever came out of
Speaker 1: this thing. I backed away and made it to the
Speaker 1: house and I shut the door. A week later, I
Speaker 1: saw a council vehicle pulling up at our front gate.
Speaker 1: I walked down to the property entry, and the officer
Speaker 1: asked me about our buckskin horse. They had found one
Speaker 1: down the road an hour earlier and thought that it
Speaker 1: might be mine. I looked around the property and called
Speaker 1: out for him, but no sign of the horse. We
Speaker 1: walked the fence and found a spot where the fence
Speaker 1: had been crushed to the ground, obviously where the horse
Speaker 1: had escaped. This was unusual, as he was a real
Speaker 1: house pet, never flighty or spook. He was so docile
Speaker 1: that he was more like a dog than a horse.
Speaker 1: The council officer said it looked like he had been
Speaker 1: herded into a panic in the corner and pushed the
Speaker 1: fence down and then ran through. His guest was a
Speaker 1: pack of dogs had run the horse out. I didn't
Speaker 1: say anything about the recent encounter, feeling I would be
Speaker 1: seen as a nutter. The officer radio to his other
Speaker 1: council workers said it was our horse, and a few
Speaker 1: minutes later they came up the road leading him back.
Speaker 1: The horse was worried about the property, kept looking over
Speaker 1: all the areas, nostrils wide open and ears up and
Speaker 1: flicking around. I let him onto the property and he
Speaker 1: slowly calmed down, but he hung around me like a shadow.
Speaker 1: We noticed some big scratch marks down his left flank,
Speaker 1: four big scratch marks in a row from the middle
Speaker 1: of his back, down his leg, and around his backside.
Speaker 1: Each scratch was around three centimeters apart. They had broken
Speaker 1: the skin, but he would not need that treatment. One
Speaker 1: of the officers said it might have been by the
Speaker 1: fence when he got through. The other officer said it
Speaker 1: looked like a big cat, only to be shot down
Speaker 1: quickly by his superior, saying it was a fence injury.
Speaker 1: There have been many sightings of big cat encounters in
Speaker 1: Australia for many but the media and the public in
Speaker 1: general dismissed these as fantasy. I've never publicly admitted this
Speaker 1: encounter to anyone, and we have moved away from the property.
Speaker 1: All right, here's a story from a woman in Ohio,
Speaker 1: and she wants to keep her name out of it.
Speaker 1: She'll tell us why at the end, but this is
Speaker 1: really an interesting story. So here's what she writes. I
Speaker 1: was listening to your March four, twenty nineteen YouTube video
Speaker 1: and I thought I would share this experience with you. First, though,
Speaker 1: I wanted to tell you how much, okay, how much
Speaker 1: I enjoy your channel. It's great. It's a wonderful mix
Speaker 1: of music and storytelling and information. It's nothing better than
Speaker 1: a good story, y'all. I normally I'm reading these cold.
Speaker 1: I don't usually I edit that stuff out when people say, oh,
Speaker 1: we love your channel, and because that's really not pertinent
Speaker 1: to the story, but I appreciate people writing it. I'm
Speaker 1: trying to stick to the point here, but thank you,
Speaker 1: ma'am for saying that, she writes. I grew up on
Speaker 1: a big farm in southern Ohio, in between Cincinnati and Dayton.
Speaker 1: It was a great place to be as a kid.
Speaker 1: The first time I saw this craft was in the
Speaker 1: early nineteen seventies. It was on a ridge above a
Speaker 1: half mile training track, and it was longer than one
Speaker 1: side stretch of the track that would make it six
Speaker 1: hundred plus feet long. It was a long, cigar shaped
Speaker 1: object and glowed a soft pink lavender like an old
Speaker 1: Neon sign. It appeared to be floating or moving in
Speaker 1: the pink colored mist. The weather was warm and the
Speaker 1: mist was just short of boiling. Under the craft. I
Speaker 1: could feel it deep in my body. It vibrated the air,
Speaker 1: but it never made a sound. I was barefoot, and
Speaker 1: I could feel the vibration even in the ground. It
Speaker 1: had portals the whole length of the craft, and the
Speaker 1: craft was close enough that you could see that it
Speaker 1: was lit up inside. It was a summer morning, and
Speaker 1: there were already lots of people at the farm. It
Speaker 1: was a commercial horse training and breeding facility. I remember
Speaker 1: thinking the craft was so amazing, but being even more
Speaker 1: amazed that no one else appeared to even notice there
Speaker 1: was something taking up most of the sky. And then
Speaker 1: it was gone. I moved to Florida, and in the
Speaker 1: nineteen nineties I saw it again. I was driving down
Speaker 1: a major four lane highway in North Florida. It was
Speaker 1: a beautiful spring day and I was driving with the
Speaker 1: windows down. I felt it before I saw it, and
Speaker 1: I was surprised by the emotional response to the memory.
Speaker 1: The craft was right above the telephone power poles and
Speaker 1: just as big and pink as before. Everything was the same,
Speaker 1: except this was on a busy highway and no one
Speaker 1: else was even hitting their brakes. Cam This thing was
Speaker 1: a couple of football fields long, and it vibrated in
Speaker 1: the air so much that it hurt your heart. But
Speaker 1: it didn't make a noise. It was absolutely silent. I
Speaker 1: pulled over into a ditch and sat there watching the
Speaker 1: cars driving by, and the craft was barely moving. And
Speaker 1: then it sped up to tad and then it was gone.
Speaker 1: It didn't zip up into the sky or take a
Speaker 1: real fast approach. It was just gone. There was nothing
Speaker 1: in the news and no local gossip. Fifty plus cars
Speaker 1: passed it, and not one car hit their brake, swerved,
Speaker 1: or appeared to even notice something the size of an
Speaker 1: aircraft carrier a few feet above the power pole lines.
Speaker 1: I wondered if maybe the reality was that they couldn't
Speaker 1: see it, and not that they hadn't seen it, they
Speaker 1: just couldn't see it for some reason. Yes, I know
Speaker 1: I'm probably not completely right in my head and I've
Speaker 1: had too many rather strange experiences in my life. However,
Speaker 1: if you set that aside, I want you to know
Speaker 1: that I am a professional, I'm a responsible, educated person.
Speaker 1: I have a family, and I have no desire to
Speaker 1: be considered a looney tune looney been worthy fodder. I'm
Speaker 1: sharing this with you, and I would prefer to remain anonymous,
Speaker 1: and you there's no problem with that, man. But I
Speaker 1: love this story. And here's the thing. You know, these
Speaker 1: bigfoot stories, some people say, well, you have to kind
Speaker 1: of be chosen to see one. Could that be the
Speaker 1: same with some of these strange crafts that people see?
Speaker 1: Because this is one of probably two or three I've
Speaker 1: read where people see these things in the sky. They're
Speaker 1: in a crowded area and they're the only ones that
Speaker 1: see them. Nobody else is looking up. This thing, especially
Speaker 1: on the four lane highway, must have been very obvious,
Speaker 1: would have been very obvious to anybody driving down the
Speaker 1: highway because she couldn't miss it. Nobody else sees it.
Speaker 1: What a weird deal. Now, there are some stories I
Speaker 1: read where people see these strange crafts floating or flying
Speaker 1: in the sky and everybody sees it. Everybody around them
Speaker 1: sees it, and they're all gathered around looking at it.
Speaker 1: I always refer back to Close Encounters of the Third kind,
Speaker 1: and it reminds me of that scene where everybody is
Speaker 1: all these people, it's night. All these people are gathered
Speaker 1: on the side of this hill, around the curve of
Speaker 1: this highway and they know these things are coming, and
Speaker 1: sure enough they come flying through and around the highway
Speaker 1: and the police are chasing them. Do you all remember
Speaker 1: that one of the police cars flies off through the
Speaker 1: rail and down a ravine. So I don't know. It
Speaker 1: just kind of reminded me of that. But I just
Speaker 1: love this stuff. It's kind of I don't know. It
Speaker 1: just sparks your imagination and it makes you kind of
Speaker 1: dreamy and wonder filled with wonder and that's what I
Speaker 1: love about these stories. So thank you man for sending this.
Speaker 1: I know you think you're not right in the head,
Speaker 1: but I think you are, and I think you saw
Speaker 1: what you say you saw. And maybe the rest of
Speaker 1: us just don't have the insight to see those things,
Speaker 1: or maybe we're too busy to notice. Who knows, but
Speaker 1: I'm always looking for stuff like that. Anyway, thank you
Speaker 1: for the story. It was wonderful. In September in nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy four, my wife and I were living on a
Speaker 1: farm west of the small town of Leveland, Texas. Leveland
Speaker 1: is twenty five miles west of Lobock. I guess that
Speaker 1: part of Texas just about as flat as land can be.
Speaker 1: It's five and a half million acres of flat farmland
Speaker 1: sitting on the largest sand sheet on Earth. There are
Speaker 1: no trees except in towns and around farm homes. Otherwise
Speaker 1: it's just a wide open space. The local joke goes
Speaker 1: that you can stand on your front porch and watch
Speaker 1: your dog run away for three days. That's a good one.
Speaker 1: You may laugh, but that's pretty accurate. Oh, that is
Speaker 1: so good. On the weekend of the fifteenth, we had
Speaker 1: traveled to my wife's parents' house, one hundred and fifty
Speaker 1: miles northeast of us. We'd gone for a visit and
Speaker 1: to get her dog. He was a half rat terrier
Speaker 1: and half gaiter. He was a great watchdog and an
Speaker 1: even at her guard dog. We left to make the
Speaker 1: three hour drive home late on Sunday evening. The moon
Speaker 1: was bright that night and there wasn't a cloud in
Speaker 1: the sky. We pulled into the driveway at eleven PM
Speaker 1: and quickly unloaded the truck, and we showered, and we
Speaker 1: went to bed with Gator Dog curled up on my jeans.
Speaker 1: I was almost asleep when my wife elbowed me and
Speaker 1: asked if I quote heard that. Well, I didn't hear anything. No,
Speaker 1: I said, go to sleep. Two or three minutes went by,
Speaker 1: just enough time for me to drift back into that
Speaker 1: place between being awake and sleeping soundly. When she elbowed
Speaker 1: me again. Something's on the roof, she insisted, you must
Speaker 1: be tired. I grumbled, go to sleep. She sat bolt
Speaker 1: upright and said, there's someone on the roof. Wh I
Speaker 1: didn't hear a thing, but I knew I wasn't going
Speaker 1: to get any sleep until I got up and checked
Speaker 1: it out. I walked out to the living room mumble
Speaker 1: to myself. That's when I heard it. Someone was walking
Speaker 1: across our roof. It sounded like size twelve boots up
Speaker 1: there stomping around and chris crossing the roof from front
Speaker 1: to back. I swallowed my panic and turned around to
Speaker 1: go back to the bedroom, and I found my wife
Speaker 1: standing right behind me. And after I took another big
Speaker 1: gulp of panic, I knew I had to do something,
Speaker 1: but what. I put my boots on and grabbed my
Speaker 1: shotgun and I took a long, hard look at Gator Dog,
Speaker 1: who was sleeping soundly. The shotgun was all I had,
Speaker 1: so it was going to have to do. We went
Speaker 1: to the back door and listened, and the footsteps continued
Speaker 1: back and forth across the roof from one end of
Speaker 1: the house to the other. Whatever it was, it was huge,
Speaker 1: and it definitely was not trying to hide its presence.
Speaker 1: When the steps got just above the door we were
Speaker 1: standing at, it turned and walked back to the other
Speaker 1: side of the house and I used the opportunity to
Speaker 1: sprint out of the door. With my gun in my hand,
Speaker 1: I hugged the side of the house and I listened
Speaker 1: intently until I heard it directly overhead, and when it turned,
Speaker 1: my blood ran cold. I heard the rough surface of
Speaker 1: the shingles rub as it turned. It ground the asphalt
Speaker 1: as if it was wearing leather soles of a boot.
Speaker 1: I thought for a minute I was going to pass out.
Speaker 1: As it walked back over to the crown of the roof,
Speaker 1: I bolted for the other side of my truck that
Speaker 1: was part close by, and from there I could see
Speaker 1: the entire roof and I could see the roof jiggle
Speaker 1: as it stepped. We could both hear it clearly. Gaiter
Speaker 1: Dog snored in his sleep. When it walked back to
Speaker 1: the side of the house, I could see the roof
Speaker 1: shake and I heard everything, but nothing was there. I
Speaker 1: motioned for my wife to come out. Timidly, she stepped outside,
Speaker 1: and we both looked and listened for fifteen minutes as
Speaker 1: it continued. Once did we see anything. Gator Dog got
Speaker 1: a good night's sleep. We finally went back inside. My
Speaker 1: wife went to bed, and I sat in my chair
Speaker 1: with my gun in my hand until dawn. The marching
Speaker 1: continued on until daylight. I became a praying man that night,
Speaker 1: and I still am to this day. My wife went
Speaker 1: to work and I went to get my farming done.
Speaker 1: The elderly gentleman I was working for came out and
Speaker 1: noticed I was having a hard day. When I told
Speaker 1: him about our night, he just laughed. It's still going on,
Speaker 1: I said, and he laughed again. When I asked if
Speaker 1: he wanted to see it for himself, he agreed, and
Speaker 1: we walked through the pasture to the house. It was
Speaker 1: nine am, and that thing was still marching, as invisible
Speaker 1: as ever, back and forth across the house, shaking the
Speaker 1: roof and making as much racket as it was the
Speaker 1: night before. The old gentleman saw it and heard it,
Speaker 1: turned and ran home like a little girl. I stayed
Speaker 1: at the house until noon and it never did stop.
Speaker 1: At one PM, I gave up and I went back
Speaker 1: to work, and when we got home at six that night,
Speaker 1: the noise was gone. I could never get my employer
Speaker 1: to discuss it with me. My wife and I talked
Speaker 1: about it briefly, but we never figured out what it was.
Speaker 1: I still work in the area and From time to
Speaker 1: time we drive by just to sea. Fifty years later,
Speaker 1: the house is still standing there, just like we walked
Speaker 1: out of it yesterday