Speaker 1: When I was a little girl around six years old,
Speaker 1: I saw Bigfoot on my family's farm in southern Alabama,
Speaker 1: fifteen miles from the Mississippi line in Marion County. I've
Speaker 1: never forgotten it. It scared me more than anything before
Speaker 1: that day or since I was an active child, sliding
Speaker 1: down road ditches in that soft Alabama sandy clay and
Speaker 1: climbing up into the barn loft and jumping out onto
Speaker 1: the haywagon. My cousin and I did both of these
Speaker 1: things all the time. The law always got switched on
Speaker 1: the back of the legs for it by my grandmother.
Speaker 1: She thought I was going to break my arm jumping
Speaker 1: out of the hay loft, and of course sliding down
Speaker 1: road ditches doesn't do much for one's clothing. My family
Speaker 1: grew cotton huge gardens. We had many chickens and a smokehouse.
Speaker 1: Every fall, my grandmother plowed with one or two mules,
Speaker 1: which she harnessed up and guided as she hung onto
Speaker 1: the plow behind them. I thought she was the most
Speaker 1: fascinating person that had ever lived. And being the only
Speaker 1: young child on the farm, my grandmother always took me
Speaker 1: to the cotton field or to the garden with her.
Speaker 1: I didn't mind, because I loved watching those huge mules,
Speaker 1: listening to the way my grandmother would command them and
Speaker 1: talk to them. Looking back, I suspect there was another
Speaker 1: reason she took me with her to the cotton field
Speaker 1: or into the garden. It was because she was afraid
Speaker 1: of what would happen to me if she didn't have
Speaker 1: her eye on me. Not just because I was an
Speaker 1: active child, but because strange things happened on that farm,
Speaker 1: especially at night. In addition to the whooper will that
Speaker 1: was very loud, I recall hearing strange whistlings. Sometimes there
Speaker 1: would be something or someone outside that would bang on
Speaker 1: the house, and the hound dogs would bar can yelp
Speaker 1: and go up under the house and they would cry
Speaker 1: as if something were hurting them or trying to get
Speaker 1: a hold of them. My grandmother slept with her thirty
Speaker 1: thirty Winchester rifles standing up by her bedpost. As a child,
Speaker 1: I never thought anything about all that because the rifle
Speaker 1: was always there. But looking back, I wonder if there
Speaker 1: was another reason she felt the need to have that
Speaker 1: rifle next to her as she slept. On a Sunday afternoon,
Speaker 1: I went onto the side porch where the swing was.
Speaker 1: I looked to my left down the barn path and
Speaker 1: something caught my eye. It stepped out of the apple
Speaker 1: orchard on the side of the path, and it walked
Speaker 1: swiftly toward the house, looking directly at me on the swing.
Speaker 1: But it was not a man. It was something I
Speaker 1: had never seen before. I know it wasn't a bear either.
Speaker 1: It looked like a giant person covered in hair. I
Speaker 1: was completely transfixed and I couldn't move, and I didn't
Speaker 1: know what to do. It's like time slowed down. Everything
Speaker 1: was in slow motion, and I heard a voice in
Speaker 1: my head shouting my name, telling me to run. But
Speaker 1: the swing went forward and back and forward and back,
Speaker 1: and I just sat there. I could not figure out
Speaker 1: what the heck that thing was, but I knew it
Speaker 1: was coming after me. I finally came to my senses
Speaker 1: and jumped out of the swing and ran to the
Speaker 1: screen door and right to my grandmother. I was hysterical,
Speaker 1: and I was pulling on her apron and jumping up
Speaker 1: and down and saying, it's the big hairy man, It's
Speaker 1: the big hairy man. And she went with me back
Speaker 1: to the side porch and looked all around, but there
Speaker 1: was nothing anywhere. I went to my great grandfather and
Speaker 1: I climbed up in his lap and I sat there
Speaker 1: for a while. I never went on that side of
Speaker 1: the house to the swing by myself again. I never
Speaker 1: went into the musky dye vines to pit musky dines,
Speaker 1: and I never went to the barn either. I was
Speaker 1: so afraid I did not understand and what I had seen.
Speaker 1: We had men in our family who were six foot
Speaker 1: seven and six foot eight, and they would have looked
Speaker 1: small next to this creature. All my life I wondered
Speaker 1: what it was, and I never got over it. But
Speaker 1: I know now that bigfoot are real. They are everywhere.
Speaker 1: They're in Alabama, and they're in in Tennessee, and they're
Speaker 1: in Kentucky. We were on a hiking walk and a
Speaker 1: nature sanctuary that closed at sunset, when out of nowhere,
Speaker 1: something started throwing rocks at my children. It was a
Speaker 1: warning to move along. That was the time for us
Speaker 1: to go, and we left immediately. Now my family goes
Speaker 1: hiking at the Red River Gorge in Kentucky, but you
Speaker 1: couldn't pay me money to go there. There was a
Speaker 1: couple in my community that went to the gorge and
Speaker 1: they camped out. It was a windless, clear night sky
Speaker 1: in the late summer, and it was still very warm.
Speaker 1: A tree fell on their tent and killed them both.
Speaker 1: As soon as I heard what had happened, I knew
Speaker 1: that that tree had not fallen. It was pushed on
Speaker 1: to them. They were not supposed to be there. Be
Speaker 1: wise and never go into the woods alone, and always
Speaker 1: let people know where you are. Stay respectful of your environment.
Speaker 1: It's in the realm of possibility that these creatures move
Speaker 1: about in a different time frame than ours. After what
Speaker 1: I've seen, I do stay out of the woods. Thank
Speaker 1: you for giving people a place to tell these life
Speaker 1: changing stories and life haunting experiences. I think that these
Speaker 1: creatures should be left alone. That was a great story
Speaker 1: about her experience as a little girl. I can't imagine
Speaker 1: what that would do to a kid. You know, any kid,
Speaker 1: boy or girl that age, sitting down on the side
Speaker 1: porch and seeing a monster coming at him that was
Speaker 1: bigger than her six foot eight uncle or grandfather or
Speaker 1: whoever it was. But the thing about the tree being
Speaker 1: pushed on to some campers on top of their tent,
Speaker 1: I've never heard that before. That is, that's unreal. I
Speaker 1: wonder if the tree was green or you know, isn't
Speaker 1: that a freak accident. My wife was hiking with our
Speaker 1: grandchildren one time over in Arkansas, and she was they
Speaker 1: were walking up actually a mountain. They were walking beside
Speaker 1: a creek and the kids were down in the creek
Speaker 1: playing and getting wet and playing in the mud and everything,
Speaker 1: and my wife was just standing there watching them. My
Speaker 1: son came up and a tree branch fell out of
Speaker 1: a tree and missed my wife's head by like two
Speaker 1: or three inches and kind of nicked her shoulder. If
Speaker 1: she'd have been a couple of inches to the right,
Speaker 1: I wouldn't be married now, I'd be a widow. And
Speaker 1: she talks about it all the time, how close she
Speaker 1: was to that limb when it hit, and when it hit,
Speaker 1: there's no doubt it would have hurt her. I cannot
Speaker 1: imagine a whole tree falling on a tent while you're
Speaker 1: to sleep. Just imagine that. That's horrible, horrible, What a
Speaker 1: scary story. Thank you, ma'am for sending this story. It's
Speaker 1: it's kind of sad to know you had relatives that
Speaker 1: died while camping with a tree falling on them. But
Speaker 1: the story was great and I appreciate you sharing it
Speaker 1: with us. Thank you. Here is a story that a
Speaker 1: woman sent to me that I thought was great. It's
Speaker 1: going to be a short little podcast. I think you
Speaker 1: guys will really like this story. She titles it The
Speaker 1: Lurker and the Sundown Town Curse. I live in a
Speaker 1: tiny town in the middle of North Carolina. Our town
Speaker 1: is quaint on the outside, but it has a dark history.
Speaker 1: A certain organization that dates back many years is what
Speaker 1: put our town on the map in the first place.
Speaker 1: It is a violent and discriminating group, and unfortunately it
Speaker 1: is still active to this day. In secret, most would
Speaker 1: refer to my town as a sundown on town. The
Speaker 1: evil ones tell on themselves. My father always says, you
Speaker 1: don't have to know they're in this group. To know
Speaker 1: they're in the group. They're suffering will tell at all.
Speaker 1: He told us. When my sister and I were younger,
Speaker 1: we just kind of nodded and shrugged our shoulders. Yet
Speaker 1: it wasn't until we were older that we could see
Speaker 1: what he was talking about. Some of these people in
Speaker 1: this town are the definition of evil. A terrible energy
Speaker 1: lingers from the things that they've done, and it seeps
Speaker 1: into the ground and it spills into the heart of
Speaker 1: the community. And for all the terrible things these people
Speaker 1: have done, this energy seems to come back, however subtle,
Speaker 1: for each and every one of them. You'll see a
Speaker 1: family with old money and they're suffering. The families of
Speaker 1: some of these evil men destroyed themselves from the inside out.
Speaker 1: The children marry into abusive relationships multiple times, they buy
Speaker 1: and lose multiple homes, cannot hold jobs, or their children
Speaker 1: end up on drugs, and they steal from everyone in
Speaker 1: the family to the point that the family is on
Speaker 1: the brink of poverty. Everything they touch falls apart. As
Speaker 1: my old man always says, it's coming out in the wash.
Speaker 1: I believe that the awful things these men did have
Speaker 1: invited an evil presence into our town born from their
Speaker 1: vengeful acts of vile, anger, and hate. Cornwallis and his
Speaker 1: men came through our area, and with them they carried
Speaker 1: a violent nature against the natives. One of the areas
Speaker 1: in particular is a highway not too far that has
Speaker 1: seen almost four hundred wrecks in the past two years
Speaker 1: and almost one thousand in the past ten years. Every
Speaker 1: year it claims multiple lives, and it's one of the
Speaker 1: strangest roads you'll find, but it's one of the most dangerous.
Speaker 1: Too many locals avoid this road for fear that it
Speaker 1: holds a curse, and I can't say that I disagree.
Speaker 1: This road was once part of the path that Cornwallis
Speaker 1: and his men took. There are several reports of cryptids
Speaker 1: and supernatural beings in our area. The most disturbing one
Speaker 1: in my book is nicknamed the Lurker. Those who have
Speaker 1: seen it described it as a lanky, white skinned creature
Speaker 1: about the size of a human but emaciated. It has
Speaker 1: scaly skin, the texture of dry human elbows, and two
Speaker 1: sunken cavities where its eyes should be. It crawls around
Speaker 1: like a hairless sloth with disturbing, long clawlike appendages, and
Speaker 1: one resident in our town drew a picture of it,
Speaker 1: but it was too horrific to look at more than once.
Speaker 1: The individuals who saw it said that it creeps from
Speaker 1: home to home through a trailer park in town. All
Speaker 1: the witnesses who see it said it gives them a
Speaker 1: feeling of dread like they've never felt before, and the
Speaker 1: night of a sighting they are afflicted with terrible knots.
Speaker 1: One man said he saw it crawl over the tops
Speaker 1: of the trailers and he could hear the scratching. Most
Speaker 1: residents don't go out at night. In fact, most people
Speaker 1: don't go out after dark at all in our town.
Speaker 1: There are several other cryptids in our tiny town, including
Speaker 1: some I've witnessed with my own eyes. I'd be happy
Speaker 1: to share my encounters with you if you'd like to
Speaker 1: hear them. Some will make your skin crawl. Thank you
Speaker 1: for your time, Cam and God bless keep doing what
Speaker 1: you do. First, thank you to the writer for sending
Speaker 1: this story. I thought it was very interesting. The curse
Speaker 1: part of it was interesting that Sunday. If you guys
Speaker 1: don't know what sundown rules are in some of these towns,
Speaker 1: and let me tell you, you might think they only
Speaker 1: happened in the Southern States, but it didn't. It happened
Speaker 1: all over the country. It's a shameful, horrible thing that
Speaker 1: people did to try to keep the towns. They were
Speaker 1: trying to keep their towns like they were. They didn't
Speaker 1: want anything to change. But it's a terrible thing that
Speaker 1: these sundown rules. But maybe sometimes that kind of meanness
Speaker 1: and evil brings on evil and brings on a curse
Speaker 1: on a town. And maybe that's what happened to this town.
Speaker 1: Sounds like it did. Sounds like it did. All right,
Speaker 1: that's a couple of stories. I had some time this
Speaker 1: morning to record these. It's six o'clock Friday night, and
Speaker 1: I'm gonna edit these real quick, get them up, get
Speaker 1: them on a podcast. I'm gonna try to get another
Speaker 1: one up this weekend. I hope you guys are enjoying
Speaker 1: your start of your weekend. I appreciate you listening. We'll
Speaker 1: see you guys on the next one. Thanks.