Speaker 1: I'd prefer my name and email not be used, even though,
Speaker 1: as I've said before, the ship has already sailed. In
Speaker 1: regard to people thinking I'm crazy, lol, he writes, this
Speaker 1: is in reference to a comment that you made about
Speaker 1: elders with dementia in the video Bigfoot Kills a Rogue Gugwy. Now,
Speaker 1: no worries. I'm not attacking or a complaining, but rather
Speaker 1: suggesting an alternative explanation for occurrences of that sort. In
Speaker 1: any case, A funny thing back several weeks to a
Speaker 1: month ago, when my dad was in rehab after having
Speaker 1: a pacemaker installed. He kept complaining for three or four
Speaker 1: days about being able to hear a conversation in his
Speaker 1: room in the wee hours of the morning between two
Speaker 1: people who weren't there. We checked the area around the room,
Speaker 1: and on one side there was in fact another room,
Speaker 1: and the walls in the place were notoriously thin, But
Speaker 1: on the nights in question, no one was in that room,
Speaker 1: so it would have been unlikely that he would have
Speaker 1: heard any voices from that source. The other side of
Speaker 1: the room shared a wall with a nurse's station that
Speaker 1: was only occupied during the day in a broom closet
Speaker 1: on the adjoining hallway that was never used. Several others
Speaker 1: who had been assigned to that room, I was told
Speaker 1: by one of the orderlies or maybe it was a
Speaker 1: nurse I can't remember, had reported and complained about similar
Speaker 1: occurrences there. He said that he didn't know, but maybe
Speaker 1: that room was haunted. There had been at least one
Speaker 1: death in the room, he said. One of the residents
Speaker 1: apparently overheard and later told me that several people had
Speaker 1: had similar experiences that he had heard about. All of
Speaker 1: that made me think about your comment in the Bigfoot
Speaker 1: Kills the Road Gugwe video about people in nursing homes
Speaker 1: walking around talking to people who weren't or aren't there.
Speaker 1: Maybe the people those residents are talking to are really there.
Speaker 1: Maybe they're ghosts or similar or you and the staff
Speaker 1: just couldn't see them. And as I said, maybe that's
Speaker 1: on an alternative explanation to just dementia. I'm reminded of
Speaker 1: Terry Pratchett's line about wizards, something to the effect that
Speaker 1: wizards can see what's really there. Maybe the elders who
Speaker 1: are talking to the air, as it were, are actually
Speaker 1: conversing with someone invisible who is really there, and that
Speaker 1: could very well be the case whoever they're talking to.
Speaker 1: In just a few instances I've seen in the nursing home.
Speaker 1: Like I refer to people who don't know what I'm
Speaker 1: talking about, I was talking about visiting my mother in
Speaker 1: law in a nursing home. I haven't spent much time
Speaker 1: in nursing homes. My grandmother was in one for years
Speaker 1: and we would go see her, but we would just
Speaker 1: go straight to her room and sit with her for
Speaker 1: a couple hours, and then we'd leave. We didn't really
Speaker 1: interact with the other patients at the at the care facility.
Speaker 1: But in this case, this nursing home, retirement home, whatever
Speaker 1: you want to call it, here seemed to be a
Speaker 1: little more maybe crowded, I'm not sure how you would
Speaker 1: say that, but the people were more active and they
Speaker 1: would walk around and there were a couple that I
Speaker 1: would see just talking. They'd just be sitting there, like
Speaker 1: you walk by their rooms. All the rooms are open,
Speaker 1: and they're just sitting there on their bed just talking
Speaker 1: to somebody. I don't know what it is, and I
Speaker 1: don't know if someone is there or not. There's so
Speaker 1: many mysteries to this and what happens to the mind
Speaker 1: when we get older we or if we begin to
Speaker 1: experience the effects of dementia and Alzheimer's. And I don't
Speaker 1: know the connection between the two. I pretty much just
Speaker 1: know it's two different words, and one of them means
Speaker 1: one of them means one thing, one of them means
Speaker 1: the other. Not other's experts out there, your parents or
Speaker 1: someone you know, your wife's spouse, somebody's had Alzheimer's and dementia.
Speaker 1: So I'm not trying to be an expert on any
Speaker 1: of this. The point was is that they're talking to
Speaker 1: somebody and in their mind there is somebody there that
Speaker 1: they see. I could tell you some stories about my
Speaker 1: mother in law had a roommate a she was just
Speaker 1: living on Social Security, and you have to they stack
Speaker 1: people up in rooms. She was very comfortable, everything was
Speaker 1: working out pretty good. I honestly, I don't really think
Speaker 1: she knew where she was, but she was happy. She
Speaker 1: was always smiling, and she was a lovely, lovely woman
Speaker 1: and I miss her terribly. My wife does too. But
Speaker 1: her roommate would often go off on these tirades about
Speaker 1: people she would see in the corner, and she would
Speaker 1: be screaming at them, screaming at him in the corner
Speaker 1: and saying really really kind of strain stuff. And so
Speaker 1: she was seeing or imagining someone and maybe there was
Speaker 1: someone bad, some entity bad there in the corner. Actually,
Speaker 1: she was kind of pointing. At first. I thought she
Speaker 1: was pointing at me, and I was like, you're not
Speaker 1: talking to me, are you. She never acknowledged me. She
Speaker 1: just kept pointing, and I can't tell you what she
Speaker 1: was saying. It was kind of it was kind of creepy,
Speaker 1: but she was a sweet old lady and she passed
Speaker 1: away a couple of months after that. But maybe there
Speaker 1: was some kind of evil entity in the corner sitting,
Speaker 1: you know, I don't know. Maybe it was ready to
Speaker 1: pounce on me. Who knows. But anyway, all that to say,
Speaker 1: I thought this email was interesting. I thought i'd share
Speaker 1: it with you. Has nothing to do with cryptids, but
Speaker 1: you know me, I'm always doing something different. So let's
Speaker 1: go to another story. A few years ago, I was
Speaker 1: sitting home alone on Saturday night and I was looking
Speaker 1: for something to do, and I couldn't find anyone to
Speaker 1: hang out with. So I headed an nor to a
Speaker 1: secluded spot that I used to frequent to do a
Speaker 1: little target shooting. The moon was bright and the lonely
Speaker 1: Arizona desert at night, and I drove seven miles down
Speaker 1: a two lane highway to where a hidden dirt trail
Speaker 1: took me a mile and a half to another trail
Speaker 1: that wrapped around the mountain. My plan was to fire
Speaker 1: each of the weapons that I'd brought until they were empty,
Speaker 1: and then head back home. The whole time I was there,
Speaker 1: I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Man.
Speaker 1: That is a huge theme of this podcast, isn't it.
Speaker 1: Everybody feels like they're being watched. Anyway, back to the story.
Speaker 1: I had tracked a movement on the mountain side fifty
Speaker 1: meters away when I got there, and it looked like
Speaker 1: large piercing eyes of a towering being. But I wrote
Speaker 1: it off as a coyotee or something that only looked
Speaker 1: a big because of the angle I was viewing it from.
Speaker 1: I figured it would run off when I started firing.
Speaker 1: The first guy and I planned fire was a pistol.
Speaker 1: I took an aim and I pulled the trigger. Clicked.
Speaker 1: That's odd, I thought, and I racked the slide and
Speaker 1: the round fell out, and I pulled the trigger again. Click.
Speaker 1: For seven rounds it was click, rack, drop. I must
Speaker 1: have some bad AMMO, I told myself. I picked up
Speaker 1: my eighteen fifty one and I cocked it and I
Speaker 1: squeezed the trigger. Click. The cap didn't discharge. I tried
Speaker 1: it again. It didn't discharge again, and there was a
Speaker 1: hiss from the fourth attempt, indicating a partial ignition. But
Speaker 1: other than that, all five rounds were duds. It was
Speaker 1: a piece of crap, anyway, I said. Next was my
Speaker 1: hunting rifle. It was my favorite. So I brought two
Speaker 1: stripper clips and I cycled it and clicked. Every round
Speaker 1: was cycle, rinse, repeat in both magazines. It was the
Speaker 1: same for every other gun i'd brought with me that night,
Speaker 1: and I'd brought quite a few. The best I'd managed
Speaker 1: was one partial ignition in my eighteen fifty One. Months later,
Speaker 1: I tried this same AMMO in the same guns, and
Speaker 1: I had no problems at all. My frustration with my
Speaker 1: weapons took a back seat when I suddenly tasted a pungent,
Speaker 1: foul smell, followed by the sound of footsteps, and I
Speaker 1: glanced back up to where I had seen the eyes earlier,
Speaker 1: and it was back, and I got the impression that
Speaker 1: it was glaring at me. Adjacent to it on the
Speaker 1: other hillside were two or three more sets of eyes,
Speaker 1: and I looked around and I saw five more figures
Speaker 1: down in the valley in Unison. They all moved in
Speaker 1: on me, and I left all the guns in the
Speaker 1: bed of my truck, and I slammed the tailgate shut
Speaker 1: and jumped in the cab and turned the key to
Speaker 1: start it. The fear was welling in my stomach and
Speaker 1: it jumped into my throat when I realized that my truck,
Speaker 1: for the first time ever, failed to start. I turned
Speaker 1: the key again. Nothing, and three more times I turned
Speaker 1: that key, and then finally, as a delayed reaction, it
Speaker 1: sprang to life. I threw it into driving a massed accelerator,
Speaker 1: and twice it spun in the soft sand and the
Speaker 1: cac die before it caught and lurched forward. I never
Speaker 1: dropped it below thirty miles per hour until I hit
Speaker 1: the asphalt, where I pushed the speedometer to one hundred.
Speaker 1: I opted to take the interstate home that night and
Speaker 1: stay off the dinky desert bike roads. As I drove,
Speaker 1: I called my girlfriend to help calm me down, but
Speaker 1: that didn't work. So I called my buddy, who was
Speaker 1: always out there with me, and when I told him
Speaker 1: everything that had happened, he and I had the same thought, Well,
Speaker 1: I'm so anal about my guns having even one act
Speaker 1: up as a rarity, but all of them. I happened
Speaker 1: to glance down at the clock as we were talking,
Speaker 1: and it was one am. I left home at eight pm.
Speaker 1: I drove forty five minutes to the spot, and I
Speaker 1: was there for less than an hour and was back
Speaker 1: on the highway in less than twenty minutes, talking to
Speaker 1: my friend on the phone. It shouldn't have been any
Speaker 1: later than ten pm, but it was one am. How
Speaker 1: did that much time pass so quickly? And to this
Speaker 1: day I have no explanation for it. When I got
Speaker 1: home that night, I'll pull the powder from the black
Speaker 1: powder rifles to investigate, and every one of them had
Speaker 1: exactly the same amount of powder they would have if
Speaker 1: they'd been fired. I waited till the next morning to
Speaker 1: go check my Kentucky rifle, but all the measurements were right.
Speaker 1: I'll never go out to the desert alone at night again.
Speaker 1: It's been a few years since this happened, and it
Speaker 1: still shakes me up to go out at night at all.
Speaker 1: I won't write what I know these creatures to be.
Speaker 1: I am superstitious, and after that night, I don't want
Speaker 1: to take any chances. It's taken me years just to
Speaker 1: write down this incident at all. I'm riding it now
Speaker 1: because a few days ago I went back. I had
Speaker 1: to get some answers. My friend came with me this time,
Speaker 1: and we arrived before the sunset and we walked the
Speaker 1: whole area. The spot where I first saw the eyes
Speaker 1: is inaccessible by humans. The distance they covered when they
Speaker 1: moved in on me was too far and too difficult
Speaker 1: to do in the time that they'd done it. We
Speaker 1: found evidence of dwellings made by something beside Cody's and
Speaker 1: Jivelina's and the Palo Verde tree that had been snapped
Speaker 1: off seven feet off the ground and bent down to
Speaker 1: create a wall that blocked the sun on that side.
Speaker 1: We climbed up to it and found scratch marks that
Speaker 1: looked suspiciously like claw marks, and the ground underneath it
Speaker 1: had been picked clean of stones. Considering the fact that
Speaker 1: the entire area was made of stones, that was a
Speaker 1: bit odd. As night drew near, we walked further down
Speaker 1: to the U shaped valley and I made a fire
Speaker 1: to burn some of the rains trash left by other people.
Speaker 1: I was hoping it would draw in the prying eyes
Speaker 1: I had seen before. It was uneventful until it wasn't.
Speaker 1: I heard a rustling of what I thought was a
Speaker 1: rabbit or a cody and the bushes to our east,
Speaker 1: and seconds later I saw a figure crossing the slope
Speaker 1: we had just walked down. I knew immediately that it
Speaker 1: was not a hiker. I trained my rifle on it
Speaker 1: and watched as it traversed the hard terrain, and it
Speaker 1: stopped behind a tree that partially blocked my view. It
Speaker 1: was too dark to get a clear picture, but I
Speaker 1: could see well enough to know that the creature was
Speaker 1: staring at us, and it didn't like what we were doing.
Speaker 1: A feeling of ill intent swept over me, and I
Speaker 1: realized that I may not like what this creature was planning.
Speaker 1: It stood behind the massive paaloverde for five minutes, staring
Speaker 1: through a fork in the tree that I knew was
Speaker 1: well over six feet above the ground. I was not
Speaker 1: comfortable with the idea of being stared at by one
Speaker 1: of these things that had run me off years before.
Speaker 1: My buddy suggested that I fire a warning shot, and
Speaker 1: I managed to prove a large branch above its head,
Speaker 1: and the branch fell at its feet as the shot
Speaker 1: echoed through the valley, but the creature never moved. A
Speaker 1: few minutes later, we decided it was time to leave,
Speaker 1: and I maintained my staring contests with the beast while
Speaker 1: my buddy packed up. I knew not to back down
Speaker 1: to this animal. I've always been told they'll charge and
Speaker 1: if I turn my back, but if I stay firm,
Speaker 1: they'll be more wary. Although I didn't see any others
Speaker 1: that night, I felt their presence as we drove back
Speaker 1: around the mountain. The Sognooran Desert is my home. I
Speaker 1: grew up here and I camped here since I was
Speaker 1: a kid, and I know the Native Americans who have
Speaker 1: lived here since long before the Europeans arrived. I've shared
Speaker 1: this story with them, and they've told me their own tales.
Speaker 1: I don't know for certain what these creatures are, but
Speaker 1: I'm sure that you can guess the name that I
Speaker 1: would give them. The supernatural is never my first thought.
Speaker 1: But if anyone else has an explanation, I'd love to
Speaker 1: hear it. What I need most of all is answers.
Speaker 1: In nineteen ninety, my husband and I moved to Bentonville, Arkansas,
Speaker 1: from Texas, Okay. The event takes place in Arkansas, close
Speaker 1: to Bentonville, up in the northwest part of the state.
Speaker 1: She writes. My parents helped us load the U haul. Dad,
Speaker 1: my husband, and my little brother went in the truck,
Speaker 1: and me and Mom and my sister were in the car.
Speaker 1: There's a turnpike that starts near Paris, Texas, and it
Speaker 1: goes to Tulsa, Oklahoma, and it's called the Indian Nation Turnpike.
Speaker 1: This turnpike in nineteen ninety was the loneliest road in Oklahoma.
Speaker 1: Mom said that I should get some sleep deep and
Speaker 1: I could take the wheel in Muskogee. I was asleep
Speaker 1: when I heard my mother scream What the hell was that?
Speaker 1: With sleepy eyes, I could see that she was pale
Speaker 1: with fear. Maybe it was amazement, and I told her
Speaker 1: to stop and let me dry, but she wouldn't. Dad
Speaker 1: stopped at the gas station in McAllister, and he looked worried.
Speaker 1: He and my mother hugged each other and he said,
Speaker 1: no one says a word. Well, we were all asleep,
Speaker 1: so none of us had seen it. And later Mom
Speaker 1: told me in the car that she had seen an
Speaker 1: eight foot tall naked man covered in hair walking on
Speaker 1: the side of the road, and when we passed it,
Speaker 1: it ran between our two cars. I guess my father
Speaker 1: had seen it too, but he didn't say anything, and
Speaker 1: my mother swore it was a bigfoot up until the
Speaker 1: day she passed away. We never told our kids this
Speaker 1: story until my son had his encounter. Willis, Texas is
Speaker 1: like any small town, and when we moved here, the
Speaker 1: population was four thousand people. We moved to a neighborhood
Speaker 1: of mobile homes and it was wooded in some spots
Speaker 1: and heavily wooded on the north side of the street.
Speaker 1: In that area, a young boy could explore to his
Speaker 1: heart's content. Sam Houston National Forest is connected to those woods.
Speaker 1: One day, my son and his friend came into the
Speaker 1: house and they were breathing hard and scared to the
Speaker 1: point that he was shaking. I asked them what had happened,
Speaker 1: but his friend kept telling me that he just wanted
Speaker 1: to go home. My husband told him that he would
Speaker 1: take him home, but he said he had called his
Speaker 1: dad and they were going to meet us on the trail.
Speaker 1: At this time, my son was eleven years old. My energetic,
Speaker 1: talkative boy was quiet, and he went to his room
Speaker 1: and he shut the door. My husband and I were concerned,
Speaker 1: so we went in to talk to him. The blinds
Speaker 1: and curtains and sat in the dark, and when we
Speaker 1: came in, he asked us not to turn the lights on,
Speaker 1: but he knew that I have a phobia of the dark,
Speaker 1: so he turned on his lamp. He kept saying, please
Speaker 1: believe me, I know what I saw, and we said, well,
Speaker 1: tell us what you saw and we will believe you.
Speaker 1: He and his friends went to do their boy things
Speaker 1: in the woods, exploring and all, and soon it was
Speaker 1: getting late and the other boys decided to head home,
Speaker 1: and he and another friend decided to check a pond
Speaker 1: to see if there were any fist jumping. Then they
Speaker 1: heard footsteps in the woods. They thought maybe it was
Speaker 1: an animal like a deer or a cow, but then
Speaker 1: they figured out it was walking toward them, and then
Speaker 1: they heard a whistle and then the walking stopped. His
Speaker 1: friend told him that he was getting spooked and they
Speaker 1: decided to walk back to their bikes, and then the
Speaker 1: thing started walking beside them in the woods. Well, my
Speaker 1: son looked over and he saw something red and dark
Speaker 1: in the trees. He said it was tall, and he
Speaker 1: kept telling his friend to walk faster. He knew if
Speaker 1: he ran, this thing would chase after him. And finally
Speaker 1: they got to their bikes and they took off. They
Speaker 1: could hear the creature running beside them in the woods still,
Speaker 1: and at one point his friend's chain broke on the bike.
Speaker 1: My son stopped long enough for his friend to run
Speaker 1: and jump on the bike, and at that time he
Speaker 1: looked over and there was a face of a human
Speaker 1: ape man looking right at him from the woods. He said,
Speaker 1: the teeth were the scariest thing about it. Well, my
Speaker 1: son took off, and when he looked back in the
Speaker 1: mirrors of his bike, this thing stepped out in the road.
Speaker 1: He said he about peede his pants, but he kept
Speaker 1: on going until he got to the house. And then
Speaker 1: he looked at me and he said, Mom, this thing
Speaker 1: is real and it's here. Two days later, I was
Speaker 1: doing dishes late at night. I had six children in
Speaker 1: the house and they were all teens except this one son,
Speaker 1: and it was the only time I could really clean
Speaker 1: and watch TV. I looked out the window because my
Speaker 1: dog was whimpering and scratching at the door. That was
Speaker 1: weird because he loved being outside. Well. I went to
Speaker 1: the door and he ran inside, and then I looked
Speaker 1: toward the woods and I saw something in the dark,
Speaker 1: and it was moving and it was big. I slowly
Speaker 1: closed the door and I locked it, and I ran
Speaker 1: to my daughter. My husband was working nights then, and
Speaker 1: she turned off the lights and we looked out the
Speaker 1: window and she saw it too. I told my husband,
Speaker 1: but he told us that we were imagining it. And
Speaker 1: then one night, taking out the trash, something happened to him.
Speaker 1: I don't know what it was, but what I do
Speaker 1: know is he said that we're moving. Years later, my
Speaker 1: son told me that the creature knew where we lived
Speaker 1: because it waited for him to come outside, but he
Speaker 1: never did. He is a father now, and when I
Speaker 1: go to Bigfoot conferences, it is for him and my mother.
Speaker 1: He tells me, I know you believe me, Mama. Thank you. Well.
Speaker 1: He's one tough young man, but look into his eyes,
Speaker 1: and you know the event is very real. I don't
Speaker 1: know if you take alien abduction stories, but I'm compelled
Speaker 1: to tell my story to you. I think there are
Speaker 1: many stories out there, but they don't dare talk about it. Anyway,
Speaker 1: Here goes mine. Let me start to tell you that
Speaker 1: I was an RN for thirty five years. I was
Speaker 1: an educator and a director. I lived in Florida for
Speaker 1: many years and got my nursing education there. Back in
Speaker 1: my college days, it wasn't uncommon to go on a
Speaker 1: date and then go parking on a deserted country road.
Speaker 1: Those days, it was just a big kiss fest. After
Speaker 1: a while, I had to step into the bushes and
Speaker 1: use the restroom. Eventually he took me home. He kissed
Speaker 1: me good night, and I got ready and went to bed.
Speaker 1: No drama at all so far. I woke up the
Speaker 1: next morning when I was getting dressed, and I noticed
Speaker 1: a deep wound in my right hip. It was one
Speaker 1: and a half inches deep. It had a dark ring
Speaker 1: around the entrance. I could put my little finger down
Speaker 1: in it, almost to my second knuckle. Normally, when you
Speaker 1: get a wound like this, it bleeds and it hurts.
Speaker 1: It usually gets infected. It drains until healed up, and
Speaker 1: then it leaves a scar, but not this wound. It
Speaker 1: didn't hurt at all, and it didn't bleed, it didn't
Speaker 1: get it infected, and it never drained. I eventually healed up.
Speaker 1: It did not leave a scar. I didn't tell anyone
Speaker 1: for years, except one time I told a lady doctor
Speaker 1: about it, and her eyes got really bad and she
Speaker 1: freaked out a little. She told me that it was impossible.
Speaker 1: Well impossible or not, it happened. I'm retired now, and
Speaker 1: throughout the years I've had occasional visions of a white
Speaker 1: alien face staring down on me while I lay on
Speaker 1: a stretcher. I was watching one of the alien abduction
Speaker 1: TV shows a couple of months ago, and in that episode,
Speaker 1: this poor guy was being tormented by aliens flying around
Speaker 1: his property. They brought in a hypnotist to uncover his memories.
Speaker 1: He reported that he had been abducted at one time
Speaker 1: or another. I thought that this is a good idea.
Speaker 1: I wanted to get to the bottom of what happened
Speaker 1: to me that night. I had a friend who was
Speaker 1: a psychologist and she was trained to do hypnosis. I
Speaker 1: was a bit scared, but I went through with it anyway.
Speaker 1: I was taken back to the scene of that night.
Speaker 1: I was walking back to the car after spending a
Speaker 1: few minutes in the bushes, and suddenly a clear white
Speaker 1: light came down on me and pulled me up into
Speaker 1: a spacecraft. When I got into the craft, there were
Speaker 1: two tall white aliens to greet me. It was small
Speaker 1: in there, and to my right there were controls to
Speaker 1: the craft. In the back was a white bench with
Speaker 1: what looked like specimen tubes lined up, and in the
Speaker 1: middle was a narrow white bed. One of the whites
Speaker 1: made it known to me that I was to lie
Speaker 1: on the white bed. I protested, but I laid down
Speaker 1: as directed. He took a green, glowing stick that looked
Speaker 1: like a pencil, pulled down the corner of my pants
Speaker 1: and on my left hip, pierced my skin with it.
Speaker 1: Things got fuzzy after that, but I asked him why
Speaker 1: he was doing that. He telepathically said to me d
Speaker 1: n A. That totally freaked me out as to why
Speaker 1: they wanted my DNA. I will leave you to speculate
Speaker 1: why this alien wanted my DNA. I have my own theories.
Speaker 1: I would like to say that that was the end
Speaker 1: of the story, but it's not. When I was in
Speaker 1: my fifties, I woke up one morning and I noticed
Speaker 1: that the outer eyelashes on both eyes were neatly clipped
Speaker 1: off at an angle. The shortest cut off lashes started
Speaker 1: at the outer corner of my eye. The cut angle
Speaker 1: up to the lashes in the middle. This made a
Speaker 1: nice triangle cut of my outer lashes on both eyes.
Speaker 1: I thought, what in the world would cause this. I
Speaker 1: then remembered that when doctors want the eye wide open,
Speaker 1: they would put a clamp on the outer lashes that
Speaker 1: could potentially break off in the same pattern. All I
Speaker 1: could think is that they came back for a checkup.
Speaker 1: May I add that I was not scared of the
Speaker 1: watch during my hypnosis. They seemed familiar. I do know
Speaker 1: that me and both of my sisters were terrified of
Speaker 1: aliens at night when we were little girls. That's the
Speaker 1: end of my true story for now. I don't know
Speaker 1: if this is appropriate for you or not. Use it
Speaker 1: if you like. Please don't use my name. I don't
Speaker 1: need any men in black coming to bother me.