Speaker 1: All right, all right, this person rode in with two experiences.
One is with a bigfoot and I think another's with
an alien. But let's see what they write. In the
late nineteen eighties, my stepfather Rick had a hab enough
smoking pot. At that time, it was still illegal and
people had to find places to smoke where they wouldn't
get caught. One time, Rick went with his friend up
into the mountains, parked on an old logging road, and
turned the lights and engine off in his truck. When
everything seemed clear, they pulled out their stashed and sparked
it up. Whoop. They were sitting there when out of nowhere,
a large man appeared in the middle of the road.
There were no vehicles or buildings in the area. The
entire reason they chose a back road on the mountain
was because they knew no one would be there. Well,
seeing this man come out of nowhere startled Rick and
his friend, who immediately got paranoid, thinking they were about
to get busted with pot. Paranoid. No, how would they
be paranoid? Then, just as quickly as this man appeared,
he vanished. He reappeared a moment later, with three more
of his kind behind him, That's when Rick and his
friend realized they weren't regular people. They were far too tall,
and it was a family a bigfoot. They walked across
the road right in front of the truck, from the
tallest to the shortest, and then they disappeared into the
trees on the other side. Rick and his friend got
out of there as quickly as they could, desperate to
get off the mountain before they had another run in
with these creatures. That was pretty good. Let's go to
story number two. In nineteen ninety seven, near the small
town of Oro Fino, Idaho r f I No, Idaho,
my family and I were staying with their friends Louise
and Kelly. The first night passed by uneventfully, but the
next morning, my stepdad Rick told us something terrible happened
to him in the night. He said he woke up
and was unable to move. His eyes could look around,
but the rest of his body was paralyzed. Then he
watched five little creatures travel right through the wall and
they surrounded him in the bed. He described them as
the classic gray aliens you hear about in abduction reports.
They had big heads and big black eyes, and they
were no more than four feet tall. He looked at
our dog, Daisy, and he said her eyes were open
in fear, but her body seemed to be paralyzed too.
As he laid there helpless, these creatures began to pump
some sort of orange substance down his throat. When his
body couldn't take any they helped him regurgitate it. The
next thing he knew, he woke up in bed in
just his underwear, which was unlike him normally, Hi went
to bed in full pajamas. As Rick told this story,
I could tell that he was visibly shaken. I didn't
know him to be afraid of anything, so I believed him,
but his friend Kelly didn't believe him. We consoled Rick
as Kelly went outside, only to see him walk in
moments later with his face as white as a sheet,
and he told all of us to come outside and
look at something. We followed him outside and saw a
two foot puddle of gelatinous orange goo in the middle
of a patch of snow in the front yard. There
were no signs of footprints anywhere, and we never did
get an explanation for what it could have been. Most
of us cannot openly discuss these experiences, but you give
us a platform to speak freely and tell the world
what happens in the dark corners of this world. So
thank you Cam for all that you do. And he
signs off, well, I appreciate it. That wasn't really the
intent when I started this podcast. I just wanted to
tell fun stories. But apparently, and I've said this before,
people get some kind of relief, They get a little
sense of peace when they're able to share a story
that probably most people they've told don't believe, just like
this guy did with the orange stuff pumped down his throat.
Nobody believed him until they saw the orange goo out
in the front yard. That's weird. That is a weird story.
But I certainly appreciate the gentleman sending the story to me.
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All right, here we go, all right, all right, we
got a Bigfoot story. Everybody's favorite Bigfoot stoory. This is
a little bit longer than some, and it's very interesting.
Here's what the writer says. My encounter with Bigfoot started
in nineteen seventy seven and continued until we moved in
nineteen seventy nine. I was seven years old at the time.
My parents had rented a house right up against the
San Bernardino County Mountains in California. We lived in a
small town called Ukuipa. Why you caipa u Kaipa, I
think that's how you pronounce that. And our house was
ten or more miles away from town. It was an
older home on thirty five acres of land full of wildlife,
and our only neighbors were a chicken ranch a quarter
mile away down the road. We lived there for six months,
and it was in the winter time and we had
settled in nicely. We were all sitting in the family
room watching TV one night when we heard a loud
thud on our roof. Well, whatever this was, it walked
over the roof, stopped at the chimney, and it all
went silent again. We all looked at each other, none
of us having any idea what it could have been,
and then we settled back down and we watched TV again.
An hour later, we all settled into our beds for
the night, and not long after that I heard my
father talking to my mother. He was telling her to
hand him a shotgun. My siblings and I came out
of our bedrooms and we looked down the hallway in
time to see my father go out the back door
with his shotgun in his hand. Right then we heard
the thud on the roof again, only this time it
was louder. It was like a giant was running on
two feet over the roof. It ran from the chimney
to the other side of the house, and it landed
on the ground with a massive thud that we could
feel all the way inside the house. The next night,
as we gathered together to watch TV as a family again.
My father returned from his usual Friday night poker game
and he was looking upset. He kept saying he saw
something walk out in front of of him as he
was pulling into our driveway. It was massive, he said,
and it stood on two feet, looked like it was
wearing a mink coat or a heavy hairy jacket from
head to toe. He said. It stepped out in the
middle of the road and paused for a second to
look at him, and then it stepped right over a
four foot fence like it was nothing, and it disappeared.
My dad said it was so scary that he stopped
dead in the middle of the road. When he got
his wits about him again, he drove as quickly as
he could down our driveway and he ran inside. Over
the next two months, every evening when we had the
fireplace going, all of us were sitting in the dining room,
we would hear something on the side of the house
climb on to the roof and walk on two feet
over the house and sit by the chimney. We figured
whatever this was it was trying to get warm. I
remember my dad and my oldest brother running out opposite
doors on different sides of the house to get a
look at this thing, and then we would hear it
sprint over the roof with its massive thudding feet, jump
off the house, and disappear into the night. During the summer,
when things were warming up, my mother would keep all
the windows open to get a nice breeze inside the house,
but late in the evenings, in the wee hours of
the morning, an extremely foul smell would waft inside. One night,
I was laying in my bedroom looking out my window.
I could always see the bright lights from the chicken
ranch in the evening, but that night there were no lights. Well.
I stared out the window for the longest time, thinking
maybe they had had a power outage and the lights
would come back on again at some point, but they
never did. Finally, I got out of bed and went
to my window, and I put my face right up
against the screen, and I looked out, and I heard
a horrendous growl. To this day, I tear up thinking
how frightened I was. I screaming out of my bedroom
to my parents' room. They followed me back to the window.
Shining clearly in the night were the lights from the
chicken ranch. Which meant something had been staring at me
the whole time that I was lying there, and it
was blocking my view. For the rest of that year
that we lived in that house, my siblings and I
slept in my parents' room. My brother and I were
on the side of the house cleaning up the garbage
because of the codies had gotten into it, or at
least that's what we thought. We were gathering the garbage
back into the bins when something started to throw little
sticks at us. We thought it was my father playing
games with us, and we hollered at him that he
wasn't scaring us. But when we confronted him later in
the house, he looked at us like we were crazy.
He said he had been on the couch watching TV
all that time. I made friends with a kid whose
parents owned a chicken ranch, and one night I got
to spend night at their place. He told me that
something had been getting into their chicken coops late at
night early in the morning. Also learned that they were
dealing with the very same mystery creature that had been
bothering us at our house, only it had been terrorizing
them for much longer. He told me that on many nights,
he and his parents had to sleep in the basement
because they were afraid that whatever it was outside was
going to get into the house. The way his father
described the creature was just like my father had. It
was hairy and tall, and it walked on two legs.
He said, the smell of this thing was so foul
that when they caught a sin of it, his father
sent them to the basement while he stayed upstairs with
the shotgun well. The next morning, I rushed home and
I told my parents, and that same day my dad
went and bought a couple of extra shotguns to have
on hand. Winter was coming again and it was starting
to get cold, and one night we heard the creature
walk on our roof again and straight to the chimney well.
My dad got the idea that he and my older
brothers should go out opposite doors again, only this time
they would shoot around from their shotguns. He was sure
this was scared of the thing away for good, but
it turned out to be a big mistake. Soon after
that night, my sister and I were playing on the
side of the house near the field where we would
run and play. We were digging in the dirt when
we heard a loud roar from the brush not far away.
We ran into the house and when we turned around,
we saw a large, dark figure in the field behind us.
My sister and I froze in our tracks and just
stared at this thing. It was so tall that its
kneecaps were just above the top of the bushes, which
were four feet tall. It started to walk toward us,
but we were so terrified we couldn't move, and right
then our German shepherd came running around the side of
the house and it charged at the creature. Seeing our
dogs snapped us out of it, and we ran inside
and we told our mother, so she locked the doors
and forbade us from going outside and grabbed her gun. Later,
when my father got home, we told him what happened,
and from that day on we were not allowed to
play outside without an adult present. We were so frightened
by what we had seen that we didn't want to
be outside after that anyway. Not long after that day,
we were sitting around watching TV together again with the
windows open, when in drifted that horrible foul smell. Each
of us turned and looked at each other in silence.
My father ushered us into the bedroom and told us
to settle in for the night while he and my
mother got the house locked up well. That night, we
tried to sleep, but there was no use. We were
all wide away lying there in silence. Since my parents'
bedroom was high enough off the they left the window
open for fresh air, but the smell still managed to
intensify and find its way into the bedroom. At one point,
my father stood up and looked out the screen on
the window. Now I remember hearing him muttering to himself
that the smell was really bad, when right in front
of him, a large, hairy creature stood up and stared
him right in the face. It had been kneeling down
beneath the window. My father yelled at the top of
his lungs that it was an ape man, and he
fell back on the bed, and the rest of us
jumped up in panic, and we turned on the lights.
After that night, these creatures harassed us all the time.
Something would hit the side of the house and it
would jump on the roof or even try our door handles.
One night, some of my parents' friends stayed over. My
dad had come up with this plan to have more
men in the house so that when this thing would
come around on the roof. Everybody would run out of
one of the five doors and catch this thing and
kill it. Sure enough, that thing jumped onto our roof
that night. But when everybody ran out of each of
the doors to catch it, all they could hear was
the massive thud of it hitting the earth again, and
it disappeared into the night. I spent two years of
my childhood living in fear in that house. We were
afraid to play outside, and when we were asked to
get the mail, we went out with our German shepherd.
We knew we were being watched, not just because we
could sense it, but because our dog would stop and
stare into the woods like he knew exactly what was
out there and was waiting for it to make a move.
The day we finally moved out of that house was
the happiest day of my life. Today, I'm fifty years old,
and every time I'm out in the mountains or driving
through the forest, I am on alert. It's not something
I can shake. That's how badly Bigfoot affected me. I
now live near the San Bernardino County mountains again, and
to this day I wonder if Bigfoot is still terrorizing
the family at the Chicken ranch, or if they decided
to move too. Whether your experience with Bigfoot is positive
or negative, it will stay with you for the rest
of your life. Oh I agree without one hundred percent.
If you see something like this, just forget that it
terrorizes your family every night. If you just see something
like this out in the woods, your outlook on nature
and wildlife and everything has to change. Everything has to change.
But this family was actually terrorized by a monster. I
know some people will say, oh, well, you're in their territory,
it's your fault, or they'll give the Bigfoot some kind
of excuse. I don't think there is any excuse for this.
I wonder if we ought not I don't know, start
slinging lead at these things and trying to get if
you can get them. These people couldn't even see it.
They had five men at the house one night trying
to kill it, and it was just gone, just gone.
So they're crafty, they're clever. They can get up on
your house, make all kinds of noise. It's like they
can see through the house. They know you're coming out,
so they leave. Maybe it's good that they know guns
are dangerous to them. So I don't know. I don't
know what I'm talking about, but it makes sense to me,
and as long as it makes sense to me, I'm
gonna say it all right. I love this story. It
was a great story, very detailed story. I certainly appreciate
the gentlemen for sending it. Thank you. In nineteen seventy two,
I was just old enough to carry a shotgun to hunt.
Our grandparents lived in a deep holler at the end
of a gravel road on the Kentucky Tennessee border. There
were three routes out of the haller, either through the
mouth of the holler or over two different mountains. My
cousins had twenty two rifles and I had a four
to ten shotgun. One day, we decided to hike up
the top of the ridge and shoot some squirrels for grandmother.
It took us some time to get there, but we
did not see any prey, so we started traveling along
the ridge and some of the fingers that branched to
it to see if we'd have better luck. We had
been gone for several hours when we saw the sky
changing quickly to a terrifying black. We started back toward
the farm as quickly as we could so that we
could miss the storm, but we didn't go the way
that we came. We took a shortcut down the side
of the ridge to save some time. We had never
been in this part of the mountains, and actually we
were lost, and with the storm raging behind us, we
realized we weren't going to make it back to the
farm without getting wet, and worse than that, we were
afraid that we were going to get struck by lightning.
Ran through some of the dense thickets until we found
what appeared to be a small abandoned house. We sprinted
to the house and ran onto the broken down porch,
just as the rain started. We shouted to see if
anyone was home, but there was no answer. We weren't surprised.
There was a thick layer of dirt and dust that
was left on the floor. There was some old furniture
in there, and ten cooking utensils. Well. We did some
snooping around to see if we could find any treasures.
As a storm intensified outside and the lightning became more frequent,
then we gravitated to the windows. There in the darkness,
we could not see anything beyond the steps of the porch,
and as we looked out, the sky lit up. There
just fifty feet in front of the porch stood an
older man with a jacket and a hat on. He
was holding an axe in one hand and a rope
in the other. The sky darkened and it lit up again,
but there was nobody there. We stepped back from the
windows to the center of the room and we heard
footsteps on the porch. Mike, the oldest of us, yelled
out that we all had guns and we knew how
to use them. Shortly after that, we heard hounds baying
in the distance, and the back door burst open. We
jumped and we moved closer together, but when we looked
there was nobody there. But we stood there wondering what
was happening. And then we heard heavy footsteps walk across
the room from the corner. The lopsided rocking chairs started
to rock back and forth. As if that wasn't enough
to stop a young man's heart, the screaming started. It
was a woman crying for her life, and it sounded
like something was killing her. And then there was a
massive clap of thunder and a flash of lightning just
outside the house, and a massive poplar tree came crashing
to the ground. Well that was enough for us. Hotail
and ran like the gates of Hell had just opened
up and released the hounds. I was the youngest, but
I did my best to keep up with my older cousins.
It wasn't long before we popped out on the road,
just past the lower tobacco field and toward the abandoned
timber camp. But at least we knew where we were,
and it was only two miles from the farmhouse. We
dragged our tired bodies up the hill toward the house,
and we could see our parents looking at us with
concern and worry. Well, we were soaked a out of breath,
but once we caught our breath, we were able to
tell everyone about our adventure, which was when we all
realized that one of my cousins had left his twenty
two rifle in the abandoned cabin. I could still hear
his screams and crying as his father broke out the
belt and tore his tail up. The next morning, my
uncle took my cousins up the road toward the cabin
to retrieve the missing firearm, but after looking for the
entire day, they were not able to find the house,
and my cousin got another beating for losing his gun. Well.
This repeated for the next three days, but they never
did find the cabin, and my cousin lost a couple
of inches off his butt. Our grandfather returned home from
the mines that Friday night and told us that there
was once a couple that lived way back up in
the haller when he was a boy. We learned that
the man who lived there was not a peaceful man,
and he had taken to beating his wife because she
wasn't able to give him children. In one of his
fits of rage, he killed her, and afterward he burned
his house down with himself inside. The entire holler community
saw the smoke and ran to their homestead to see
if they could save anyone, but everything had burned to
the ground. Saturday morning, our grandfather took all of us
up to where the couple's homestead had been, and there,
sitting in the middle of an open space, was a
giant poplar tree lying on the ground that had been
struck by lightning. We could see the large stones that
had been used for the cornerstones to stabilize the house,
but there was no sign of a house that night.
My cousin did not get his beating for losing his gun,
and everything seemed to go back to normal. That Sunday
we headed back home and we never spoke of that
night again. Oh man, that is a spooky story. It's
like this house just appeared in the woods where these guys.
Oh man, what a great story. Heck, I'd like to
read that. I want to read that story again. It's
so good, excellent story. I appreciate the writer for sending it.
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