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