Speaker 1: A little monster seeing his believing right, or some things
Speaker 1: seem to the naked eye just too fantastic and therefore
Speaker 1: beyond belief. Chris Walker believes that he and a group
Speaker 1: of his friends witnessed such a sight just before midnight
Speaker 1: on July fourth, nineteen ninety, when he was fourteen years old. Chris,
Speaker 1: now forty six, is a no nonsense type of fellow.
Speaker 1: A family man with a wife and two children. He's
Speaker 1: worked in the construction industry for over three decades. He's
Speaker 1: not the type to liar or just make up stories.
Speaker 1: Chris later told a local researcher that he and his
Speaker 1: buddies had been sitting on a stack of old wooden
Speaker 1: skids behind the factory building located on the east side
Speaker 1: of Henderson, Kentucky. That night. One of the boys had
Speaker 1: pelled for the pack of camel filterless smokes from his
Speaker 1: old man and passed it around. The mischievous quintette was
Speaker 1: sitting there, watching the fireworks and smoking cigarettes. All of
Speaker 1: them knew they were too young to be doing it.
Speaker 1: One of them was only ten years old, but doing
Speaker 1: what wasn't allowed was a way to be cool. Still,
Speaker 1: the ten year old was in Chris's care, and if
Speaker 1: they'd gotten caught that night, he said, it would have
Speaker 1: been his ass. All around them were dumpsters and many
Speaker 1: stacks of old skids from the factory. Chris was busily
Speaker 1: engaged in the seemingly endless endeavor of being cooler than
Speaker 1: his other teenage buddies, tougher and braver, when all their
Speaker 1: boasts were cut short by a loud, banging sound coming
Speaker 1: from somewhere close behind them. They turned to look and
Speaker 1: saw about thirty feet away a wooden crate sitting atop
Speaker 1: a rusted old BFI dumpster, good old Browning Ferris Industries.
Speaker 1: The crate was moving each time the noise rang out,
Speaker 1: and the youth realized with much astonishment, that whatever was
Speaker 1: making the noise was inside the crate, trying to beat
Speaker 1: its way out. The crate started to rock back and
Speaker 1: forth until it finally toppled from the edge of the
Speaker 1: dumpster and fell to the ground with a crash. What
Speaker 1: happened next, he said, was the most frightening moment in
Speaker 1: his young life. Slowly rising from the wooden debris was
Speaker 1: a dwarf like creature covered from head to toe except
Speaker 1: for its face and hands. In short dark hair of
Speaker 1: uniform length. The street lamp just down the corner illuminated
Speaker 1: the thing clearly and reflected red in the creature's eyes.
Speaker 1: Fully erect, it stood only around three and a half
Speaker 1: feet tall. It started to look around frantically, turning this
Speaker 1: way and that, as if disoriented or lost. The voice
Speaker 1: stared wide eyed at the thing, glued to the spot
Speaker 1: by the numbing fear which froze them all. It had
Speaker 1: pointed ears like a pig's, he said, and red eyes
Speaker 1: with a flat, wide nose. Chris further described the creature
Speaker 1: as having a mangy appearance. Some of the hair on
Speaker 1: its body was thin or bald, and the skin beneath
Speaker 1: was dark brown, while on its bare face and hands,
Speaker 1: the skin seemed a lighter shade. The group watched as
Speaker 1: the thing continued to look around bewilderedly for about ten seconds. Then,
Speaker 1: when the reality of what they were seeing finally sank in,
Speaker 1: their paralysis broke and they all fled the scene with
Speaker 1: much haste, running all the way back to Chris's house,
Speaker 1: nearly half a mile away without stopping. Of course, no
Speaker 1: one believed them when they told their stories. When Chris
Speaker 1: spoke about the encounter. In two thousand and six, he
Speaker 1: was able to give even more details about the entity's appearance.
Speaker 1: He said it was muscular and it had the overall
Speaker 1: bodily proportions of a midget. Although the arms were of
Speaker 1: normal length, it had short, bowed legs. They couldn't see
Speaker 1: its feet. Moreover, it seemed like he had been wearing
Speaker 1: clothing of some sort which was threadbare and torn, hanging
Speaker 1: off its arms and legs in short, ragged strips. When
Speaker 1: the group fled, they dared not look back, he said,
Speaker 1: or feared that it might be giving chase. The next year,
Speaker 1: nineteen ninety one, Chris was surprised by the impromptu visit
Speaker 1: from another friend who was not involved in or even
Speaker 1: knew of the aforementioned experience. Something seemed wrong with him,
Speaker 1: to the point that Chris had blatantly asked him what
Speaker 1: was the matter. The youth was not willing to tell
Speaker 1: at first for fear of ridicule, but at length he
Speaker 1: acquiesced and said that as he was driving over the
Speaker 1: Washington Street Bridge, which spanned Canoe Creek near Lincoln Avenue,
Speaker 1: he heard what sounded like a woman screaming in pain.
Speaker 1: Then suddenly a small dark hair covered little thing ran
Speaker 1: out from under the bridge on two legs and up
Speaker 1: into the mouth of a large drainage tunnel. It stopped
Speaker 1: in and turned toward the passing vehicle, letting out another
Speaker 1: high pitched scream. It had red eyes and pointed ears.
Speaker 1: I still have absolutely no idea what that thing was,
Speaker 1: he said in twenty nineteen. But that was the scariest
Speaker 1: moment of my life. The Sturgis that's a vampire. What
Speaker 1: was it that one frightened witness saw while driving alone
Speaker 1: along the back roads of western Kentucky on a snowy
Speaker 1: Christmas Eve back in nineteen eighty three. It was certainly
Speaker 1: no animal that she had ever seen or heard of.
Speaker 1: The blood flecked albino creature looked like something out of
Speaker 1: a nightmare, and ran and stood on two legs like
Speaker 1: a man, glaring at her with its firy, red eyes,
Speaker 1: breathing heavily, fangs exposed. The vision of the bloody inhumanoid
Speaker 1: creature standing there in her headlights has haunted her for
Speaker 1: over forty years, yet it still seems like only yesterday
Speaker 1: to her. She says it was while traveling these back
Speaker 1: roads between Sturgis and Morganfield and Union County, Kentucky. She
Speaker 1: told me that a decidedly remarkable creature crossed my path.
Speaker 1: The incident left me in such utter terror that from
Speaker 1: then on I refused to drive alone at night along
Speaker 1: any deserted or isolated country roads. Again, this wasn't an apparition,
Speaker 1: a ghostly image, strange voices, or unexplained poltrygeist activity. There
Speaker 1: were no warning premonitions of something washing from the shadows,
Speaker 1: no omens, no mystic dreams, and no psychic sensations. But
Speaker 1: all that happened that evening, short as the encounter had been,
Speaker 1: will become intense memories of profound fear, one that still
Speaker 1: surfaces sometimes, like right now, sending chills all over my flesh.
Speaker 1: At the time of this recording, it was snowing that
Speaker 1: evening along Highway sixty on my journey from Evansville, Indiana,
Speaker 1: where I worked at the time, back to Kentucky to
Speaker 1: see my family for the holidays. Although it was late
Speaker 1: close to midnight on Christmas Eve nineteen eighty three, the
Speaker 1: roads were well traveled, not bumper to bumper congestion, of course,
Speaker 1: but enough of a line that it got on my nerves.
Speaker 1: The cars ahead of me evidently were not sure of
Speaker 1: the surface of the road is that it snowed, and
Speaker 1: they were keeping to an extremely safe speed, almost thirty
Speaker 1: miles per hour below the limit. I could not see
Speaker 1: the beginning of the line as it stretched along into
Speaker 1: the darkness ahead, nor see the end that drew out
Speaker 1: behind me. It was just a steady flow of cars
Speaker 1: going about twenty five miles per hour on a normal
Speaker 1: evening with dry weather conditions. All these cars that have
Speaker 1: been stretched far enough apart along the two lane highway
Speaker 1: that no one would have known how many there actually were.
Speaker 1: But that night we were all clustered together going along
Speaker 1: at the unseen leader's base. I was confident that I
Speaker 1: could travel safely at a higher rate of speed, so
Speaker 1: I decided to take an old country back road that
Speaker 1: would cut around the parade of cars and hopefully leave
Speaker 1: me ahead of the traffic where it joined Highway sixty again.
Speaker 1: About fifteen miles down the old back road, I chose
Speaker 1: ran past some of the abandoned Peabody coal mines, which
Speaker 1: made for an eerie picture against the peaceful snowfall. The
Speaker 1: snow itself had been powdery enough to get scattered in
Speaker 1: the whirl winds as I drove through it, revealing it
Speaker 1: relatively surprisingly dry pavement beneath the heavier snowfall must have
Speaker 1: stayed north of this road because Highway sixty had been
Speaker 1: much more slippery and slushian spots. This allowed me to
Speaker 1: do at least thirty five to forty miles per hour.
Speaker 1: The digital readout on the dash red twelve to seventeen AM,
Speaker 1: and I thought to myself, Merry Christmas. At precisely that time,
Speaker 1: I caught a movement in my peripheral vision coming from
Speaker 1: a field on the left side of the road. My
Speaker 1: first impulse was that it was a deer running over
Speaker 1: the expanse of the field and leaping upwards in overclumps
Speaker 1: of brush. Being familiar with the road, I knew that
Speaker 1: up ahead was a very sharp curve to the right.
Speaker 1: Letting up on the accelerator and lightly touching the brakes.
Speaker 1: I slowed my vehicle down to about twenty miles per
Speaker 1: hour to anticipate the deer crossing my path. As it
Speaker 1: was traveling closer to my side of the road. It
Speaker 1: remained a murky object until it reached the widespread beam
Speaker 1: from my headlights, and I saw that this was definitely
Speaker 1: not a deer, nor was it a four legged animal
Speaker 1: of any type for that matter. It ran on two legs,
Speaker 1: two human like legs. As it deliberately moved towards the
Speaker 1: road from the field just inside the curve, I feared
Speaker 1: a collision would ensue. I hit the brakes, fought a
Speaker 1: few skids, then came to a stop a few yards
Speaker 1: in front of what had jumped onto the pavement and
Speaker 1: was standing at a halt. In the beam of my headlights,
Speaker 1: it appeared to be a naked man, relatively tall, about
Speaker 1: six and a half feet in height, with milky white
Speaker 1: flesh that blended in with the snow. He was raised
Speaker 1: up on the balls of his large feet, with his
Speaker 1: legs slightly spread apart as if preparing to pounce, and
Speaker 1: his particular hairy back was hunched over slightly, with his
Speaker 1: arms elevated halfway up from his sides for balance. Its
Speaker 1: muscles were tight, solid outlines, resembling the finely chiseled marble
Speaker 1: on a statue from a museum. One of the upper
Speaker 1: legs muscles trembled like a horse after a hard race.
Speaker 1: Its sexual anatomy was matted with tangles uncircumcised and strangely
Speaker 1: hefty for a human. There were long, thick, disheveled patches
Speaker 1: of dark brown hair protruding from its body in various
Speaker 1: odd places, mostly on its upper torso. Its head was
Speaker 1: covered with the same untamed mess that hung like a
Speaker 1: lion's mane over its shoulders and down its back. It
Speaker 1: just stood there, staring at me through the windshield. Its
Speaker 1: eyes were like red fiber optic lights, with no white
Speaker 1: around the pupils. Its eyes were like red fiber optic
Speaker 1: lights with no white around the pupils, and they seemed
Speaker 1: to have the same iridescent glow that an animal has
Speaker 1: when caught in the beam of headlights. There were large
Speaker 1: clouds of warm air coming fast from its mouth as
Speaker 1: it momentarily rested from running through the field. Its nostrils
Speaker 1: were large and flared and seemed out of contour for
Speaker 1: a human. Between the thick exhales of breath, could see
Speaker 1: some color around its mouth, chin, and neck that went
Speaker 1: down to his chest. It too was red, but this
Speaker 1: glistened in the light's gleam as something wet wood. The
Speaker 1: large snowflakes fell around its hair, melting when it touched
Speaker 1: the red liquid it stained its skin. He appeared to
Speaker 1: have bled liberally recently from a wound somewhere in the
Speaker 1: facial area. My mind was racing with questions and possibilities
Speaker 1: as to what or whom it was that stood there.
Speaker 1: Was either victim of a practical joker. Was it a
Speaker 1: man who had been in an accident, or had been
Speaker 1: attacked and needed help and escaped convict? Nothing made sense really,
Speaker 1: as I took in more of his ragged features. His
Speaker 1: ribs were revealed with each heave of his breath, as
Speaker 1: if he was malnourished. Patches of hair hung in clumps
Speaker 1: on the torso, A few scattered leaves clung to his
Speaker 1: unruly mane. His arms were a muscular in his thighs
Speaker 1: and were abnormally long and slender, and his hands ended
Speaker 1: in spindly fingers with long ragged nails. They too, were
Speaker 1: covered with what appeared to be blood and dirt. In
Speaker 1: frightful silence, I studied the figure and saw that the
Speaker 1: blood and dirt was spread sporadically over its abdomen and
Speaker 1: on its chest. My eyes went back up to the face.
Speaker 1: Its breath had slowed, and more of its features were revealed.
Speaker 1: Its mouth showed boxy, outsized teeth and what appeared to
Speaker 1: be a hideous grin mixed with saliva and blood and
Speaker 1: stained pink. Its lips opened wider in warning and revealed
Speaker 1: two large canines that were thick and longer than the
Speaker 1: other teeth. Then it licked its bottom teeth, with its
Speaker 1: tongue running it across its bottom lip. It still maintained
Speaker 1: an unblinking stare, with eyes that seemed to pulse inside
Speaker 1: its sunken cheek bones, as if pondering what action to
Speaker 1: take next. It was in that one tense moment direct
Speaker 1: connection when I truly realized the strong difference between beast
Speaker 1: and man. I was the underwarried traveler who had interrupted
Speaker 1: his beastly movements, and we were now at a standstill,
Speaker 1: awaiting its decision whether to pass over my intrusion and
Speaker 1: go onward or engage in an attack. It closed its mouth,
Speaker 1: snorted a hefty gust of air, then, just as quickly
Speaker 1: as it had jumped onto the road a few moments before,
Speaker 1: jumped away to the other side with an uncanny grace,
Speaker 1: barely touching the ditch and running through the opposite field.
Speaker 1: I sat there in my car for a few minutes more,
Speaker 1: looking back and forth at the tracks that had left
Speaker 1: in the snow and from both sides of the road.
Speaker 1: The rest of my travels that evening were rushed and
Speaker 1: a bit too fast for the road conditions, I will admit.
Speaker 1: When it was time to leave the next day to
Speaker 1: return to Evansville, I opted to drive during the daylight
Speaker 1: hours and to stay on the main roads. Back at
Speaker 1: work that next week, several of my coworkers in the
Speaker 1: break room were discussing us There are cattle mutilations and
Speaker 1: farm animal killings going on in various surrounding counties. Some
Speaker 1: of the cattle were reportedly left alive, others ripped apart,
Speaker 1: and some just had certain organs removed. These incidents ranged
Speaker 1: from the farmlands of southern Indiana and down through western Kentucky.
Speaker 1: There were several gases as to what was attacking the animals,
Speaker 1: and they ranged from cooties, wolves, and one even suggested
Speaker 1: that aliens did it. I never spoke up as to
Speaker 1: what I had seen, and silently kept the knowledge of
Speaker 1: that strange nighttime visitor to myself for fear of ridicule. Inside,
Speaker 1: I knew that the extraordinary creature I'd observed that Holiday
Speaker 1: Eve could possibly be the culprit to all the carnage
Speaker 1: the farmers were experiencing. Years later, after I moved back
Speaker 1: down to Kentucky, I came upon some other witnesses that
Speaker 1: had seen the same type of creature around the Sturgis
Speaker 1: area in the same county. It prompted me to do
Speaker 1: some research, and I did indeed find that this scruffy
Speaker 1: biped have been given a nickname by the locals. They
Speaker 1: called it the Vampire of Sturgis. Over the years, I
Speaker 1: listened to stories of even more animals being killed, which
Speaker 1: included domesticated pets as well, supposedly snatched away from their
Speaker 1: own yards. Relatives were friends of the witnesses that lived
Speaker 1: in distant counties, reported that it had been spotted as
Speaker 1: far away as Madisonville and then in the Marion and
Speaker 1: Salem areas of western Kentucky. All the descriptions of the
Speaker 1: creature ran about the same, lean looking, naked, but with
Speaker 1: patches of long, straggly hair, humanoid but animalistic in features. Biped.
Speaker 1: Whatever this entity was, it seems to have faded back
Speaker 1: into the twilight world from which it came, and there
Speaker 1: have been no further reported sightings of this humanoid since
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty three. Mothman Terror from Above, by far the
Speaker 1: most famous and well investigated case of an alleged flying
Speaker 1: in humanoid, appeared in West Virginia in nineteen sixty six
Speaker 1: and sixty seven. The creature, which was seen or encountered
Speaker 1: by multiple independent witnesses, was dubbed Mothman, and even after
Speaker 1: the passage of some fifty odd years, the case remains
Speaker 1: one of the most fascinating and enduring cryptozoological slash paranormal
Speaker 1: events of the twentieth century. The name alone Mothman still
Speaker 1: makes some people shiver even today. Many people in retrospect
Speaker 1: considered the terrifying entity to have been a harbinger of doom,
Speaker 1: for its appearance presaged a terrible disaster which struck in
Speaker 1: the dead of night just before Christmas, causing the deaths
Speaker 1: of forty six people. Most researchers cite November twelfth, nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty six, as the date on which the Mothman phenomena
Speaker 1: first appeared in West Virginia, but in truth, a large
Speaker 1: winged humanoid creature was seen in Looneyville, West Virginia, several
Speaker 1: decades before the events of the mid sixties. Also in
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty four, two years before the series of mothman
Speaker 1: sightings which would eventually become famous, took place. A woman
Speaker 1: and her father were driving down Route to along the
Speaker 1: Ohio River on their way to the Chief Cornstack hunting
Speaker 1: grounds one night when a dark manlike figure stepped out
Speaker 1: onto the road in front of their car. The woman,
Speaker 1: who was driving at the time, decelerated as she approached
Speaker 1: the form, which now stood in the middle of the road,
Speaker 1: and she was horrified by what she saw when it
Speaker 1: came full into view in the car's headlights. It was
Speaker 1: larger than a man, the witness claimed, six to seven
Speaker 1: feet tall, and its skin was a dull pewter gray color.
Speaker 1: Its most shocking feature, however, was that it had no head,
Speaker 1: only an empty space between the thing's shoulders and two
Speaker 1: evil looking, brightly glowing red eyes set into the creature's chest. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a pair of gigantic bat like wings unfurled from the
Speaker 1: thing's back. They were so wide that they almost completely
Speaker 1: covered the entire span of the road, nearly twenty feet.
Speaker 1: The two washed in shock as the horrible Avian anomaly
Speaker 1: then soared straight up into the air without flapping its
Speaker 1: wings and disappeared into the night. We were both terrified,
Speaker 1: the witness said. I stepped on the gas and raced
Speaker 1: out of there. We talked it over and decided not
Speaker 1: to tell anybody about it who would believe us. The
Speaker 1: bizarre series of events which sparked the mothman craze officially
Speaker 1: began on November twelfth, nineteen sixty six, near Clinton in
Speaker 1: West Virginia, when five cemetery workers digging a grave in
Speaker 1: a local cemetery saw what they described as a brown
Speaker 1: human being with wings spring from its perch in some
Speaker 1: nearby trees and swooped down over their heads. They could
Speaker 1: hardly believe their eyes it was gliding through the trees,
Speaker 1: one of the men said. Three days later, around midnight
Speaker 1: on the evening of November fifteenth, two young couples made
Speaker 1: a wrong turn onto a country road in Point Pleasant
Speaker 1: while driving to a friend's house. As they traveled past
Speaker 1: what was called the T and T area, where a
Speaker 1: complex of old, abandoned bunkers once used to store or
Speaker 1: materials was located. Well of the women, Lisa Scarberry, saw
Speaker 1: two shining red circles about two inches in diameter which
Speaker 1: seemed to hang in the air. Her mouth dropped open
Speaker 1: as the glowing eyes started moving toward the car. It
Speaker 1: was about seven feet tall, she said. It had wings
Speaker 1: that were visible on its back. The tips of the
Speaker 1: wings could be seen above its shoulders. The body of
Speaker 1: it was like a slender, muscular man and was flesh colored.
Speaker 1: Its wings were ashen white in color. The wings looked
Speaker 1: like angel wings. Its face couldn't be seen because the
Speaker 1: eyes simply hypnotized you when you looked into them. If
Speaker 1: you looked close to its face, your eyes were just
Speaker 1: drawn to its eyes. When we first saw it, we
Speaker 1: had just topped a hill in the TNT area, and
Speaker 1: when the lights of our car hit it, it looked
Speaker 1: directly at us, as if it was scared. It had
Speaker 1: one of its wings caught in a guide wire near
Speaker 1: section of road close to the power plant, and was
Speaker 1: pulling its wing with both hands, trying to free itself
Speaker 1: from the wire. I felt sorry for it. The other
Speaker 1: three members of the group, however, did not share her
Speaker 1: pity for the creature, feeling instead the sharp bite of fear.
Speaker 1: One of them yelled, let's get out of here, and
Speaker 1: the group sped away in a panic. But only a
Speaker 1: couple moments later, as the frightened riders topped to hill,
Speaker 1: they saw the same creature, or one just like it
Speaker 1: the second time, standing near the road. As they passed,
Speaker 1: the thing spread its wings, rocking it up into the
Speaker 1: air and began chasing the car at speeds of upwards
Speaker 1: of one hundred miles an hour. The monster was making
Speaker 1: high pitched squeaking sounds as it flew above the car,
Speaker 1: like a record played at high speed, with the squeaking
Speaker 1: of a mouse, they said, thankfully. After a few minutes,
Speaker 1: the entity broke off the chase, allowing the witnesses to
Speaker 1: drive straight to the Point Pleasant police department, where they
Speaker 1: told their incredible story. Deputy Sheriff Millard Halstead believed them.
Speaker 1: He had known them all their lives and they were
Speaker 1: not the sort to get into trouble of any kind,
Speaker 1: and one look at their faces told him they were
Speaker 1: being perfectly sincere. Halstead himself drove out to the TNT
Speaker 1: area and later claimed that his police banned radio malfunctioned
Speaker 1: while there, victim of some kind of peculiar interference. According
Speaker 1: to Halstead, the only sound in his radio would make
Speaker 1: was a noise that sounded like a record playing at
Speaker 1: high speed. After a press conference was held the next day,
Speaker 1: the story hit the papers, and the enigmatic entity was
Speaker 1: quickly dubbed Mothman, after a villain in the popular Batman
Speaker 1: television show Roger Scarburry. Lisa's husband later told forty and
Speaker 1: investigator John Keel, author of the ground breaking Mothman prophecies,
Speaker 1: that bird kept right up with us. It wasn't even
Speaker 1: flapping its wings. They also noted that while on a
Speaker 1: route to the authorities, they passed a large dead dog
Speaker 1: lying beside the road, but strangely, the carcass was no
Speaker 1: longer there on their return trip. They had all wondered
Speaker 1: where the unfortunate animal had come from, and whether the
Speaker 1: creature was somehow involved. What they didn't know, however, was
Speaker 1: that just an hour or so before, on the same
Speaker 1: evening that their own experiences took place, a building contractor
Speaker 1: ninety miles to the northeastern Salem was about to have
Speaker 1: his own mysterious encounter. At ten thirty pm on that
Speaker 1: November fifteenth, mister Newell Partridge was relaxing in his living
Speaker 1: room watching the television when suddenly the screen went blank.
Speaker 1: A fine herringbone pattern appeared on the tube, he later said,
Speaker 1: and at the same time the set started a loud,
Speaker 1: whining noise, winding up to a high pitch, peeking and
Speaker 1: breaking off, as if you're on a musical scale, and
Speaker 1: you went as high as you could and came back
Speaker 1: down and repeated it. It sounded like a generator winding up.
Speaker 1: Outside on the front porch, Noel's dog, Bandit began to
Speaker 1: bark furiously. Mister Partridge got up and turned off the TV,
Speaker 1: thinking that was what was bothering the dog, but the
Speaker 1: barking continued unabated, so he grabbed a flashlight and stepped outside.
Speaker 1: Bandit was facing an old barn about four hundred and
Speaker 1: fifty yards away and absolutely raising hell. I shined the
Speaker 1: light in that direction, Partridge later told investigator Gray Barker,
Speaker 1: and it picked up two red circles or eyes, which
Speaker 1: looked like bicycle reflectors, but much larger. Something about those
Speaker 1: glowing orbs deeply frightened him. He admitted he was certain
Speaker 1: there were no ordinary animal's eyes. Then, with a snarl,
Speaker 1: Bandit loot out toward the barn, ignoring his master's commands
Speaker 1: to stop fighting. The wave of intense fear that had
Speaker 1: swept over him. Partridge went back inside and grabbed a shotgun,
Speaker 1: but something stopped him from going back outside. The fear
Speaker 1: was just too strong, and he slept that night with
Speaker 1: the weapon beside him, and it was never seen again, unless,
Speaker 1: of course, it was his carcass that was lying on
Speaker 1: the roadside as the Scarberry sped passed. The next morning,
Speaker 1: Partridge went out to the barn to look for his dog,
Speaker 1: but found only footprints going in a circle. He said,
Speaker 1: as if that dog had been chasing his tail, though
Speaker 1: he never did that. There were no other tracks of
Speaker 1: any kind. Later that evening, the sixteenth, three adults were
Speaker 1: returning to their cars after visiting with friends in the
Speaker 1: T and T area, when suddenly a big gray figure
Speaker 1: rose from behind the car, as if it had been
Speaker 1: lying down on the ground. One witness, a young mother
Speaker 1: named Marcella Bennett, was so frightened by the side of
Speaker 1: the beast that she dropped her baby. It rose up
Speaker 1: slowly from the ground, she later said, a big gray thing,
Speaker 1: bigger than a man, with terrible glowing red eyes. It
Speaker 1: had no discernible head and two glowing red circles near
Speaker 1: the top of its chest. The child's father, Raymond Wamsley,
Speaker 1: quickly grabbed the baby, its huge wings unfolded from the
Speaker 1: creature's back. Marcella stood there, horrified yet transfixed. It was
Speaker 1: as if the thing had her in some kind of trance.
Speaker 1: Her husband later said she couldn't move. Panic had set in,
Speaker 1: and the three managed to hasten back inside their friend's
Speaker 1: house and lock the door. Outside. They could hear the
Speaker 1: creature as it followed them, shuffling across the porch and
Speaker 1: even looking in one of the windows. The creature disappeared
Speaker 1: shortly before state police arrived. The incident reportedly traumatized Bennett
Speaker 1: for weeks afterward, and she eventually received medical treatment for anxiety.
Speaker 1: She suffered frequent nightmares for months and came to believe
Speaker 1: that the creature paid several visits to her home. I
Speaker 1: know it's been here, she said. I can feel it
Speaker 1: when it's around, and I've heard it. It makes a
Speaker 1: terrible sound that goes right through your bones. It sounds
Speaker 1: like a woman screaming. In fact, all the witnesses to
Speaker 1: the Mothman entity save for one, reported this same feeling
Speaker 1: of intense, almost unnatural fear. At around ten pm, On
Speaker 1: the twenty first, authorities in the city of Charleston received
Speaker 1: a call from one Richard West claiming that he had
Speaker 1: the creature in sight. In fact, he was sitting on
Speaker 1: a roof next to his home. It looks like a man,
Speaker 1: West claimed. It's about six feet tall. It has a
Speaker 1: wings spread of six or eight feet. It has great,
Speaker 1: big red eyes. Would asked if the being flew, West said,
Speaker 1: straight up, just like a helicopter. Four people saw the
Speaker 1: frightening entity on November twenty fourth as it swared to
Speaker 1: the skies of the now famous TNT area. Motorist Thomas
Speaker 1: Huriy saw the things standing in a field on the
Speaker 1: morning of the twenty fifth. It then spread its wings and,
Speaker 1: just as in the scar Very incident, took off straight
Speaker 1: up like a helicopter and flew alongside the car, giving
Speaker 1: chase without flapping its wings. He said, as you really
Speaker 1: sped down Rounte sixty two, heading straight for the police station,
Speaker 1: he says, it veered over my convertible and began going
Speaker 1: in circles three telephone poles high. It kept flying right
Speaker 1: over my car even though I was doing about seventy five.
Speaker 1: I never saw anything like it. I was so scared
Speaker 1: that I just couldn't go to work that day. The
Speaker 1: thing had a wingspan every bit of ten feet. It
Speaker 1: could be a bird, but I certainly never saw one
Speaker 1: like that. I was afraid it was going to come
Speaker 1: right down on top of me. A Saint Albans woman
Speaker 1: claimed to I've seen it standing in her front yard
Speaker 1: the next day, twenty fifth, but it was gone by
Speaker 1: the time help could arrive. It was standing on the
Speaker 1: lawn next to the porch. She later told reporters. It
Speaker 1: was tall, with big, g reight eyes that popped out
Speaker 1: of its face. My husband is six feet one and
Speaker 1: the bird loo like about the same height, or a
Speaker 1: little shorter. Maybe it had a funny little face. I
Speaker 1: didn't see any beak. All I saw was those big
Speaker 1: red poppy eyes. I screamed and ran back into the house.
Speaker 1: My brother in law went out to look, but it
Speaker 1: was gone. On the twenty seventh, another female witness from
Speaker 1: Mason claimed that she was pursued by the creature, and
Speaker 1: later that night it was allegedly seen by two children
Speaker 1: in Saint Albans. Connie Carpenter, eighteen from New Haven, West Virginia,
Speaker 1: at her encounter at ten thirty am on Sunday, the
Speaker 1: twenty seventh. She was driving home from church when she
Speaker 1: saw what she first took to be a large man
Speaker 1: dressed in gray, standing on the Mason County golf course.
Speaker 1: Then a pair of large wings unfolded from the entity's back.
Speaker 1: It took off straight up and headed for her car.
Speaker 1: Those eyes, they were very red, and once they were
Speaker 1: fixed on me, I couldn't take my eyes off them,
Speaker 1: she stated. It's a wonder I didn't have a wreck.
Speaker 1: The creature flew directly at her windshield, she said, and
Speaker 1: got quite close before it veered off and disappeared into
Speaker 1: the darkness. Carpenter was one of the very few who
Speaker 1: got a good look at the creature's face. It was horrible,
Speaker 1: she said, of it like something out of a science
Speaker 1: fiction movie. The witness was so upset by the encounter
Speaker 1: that she missed several days of school and sought treatment
Speaker 1: by a physician. She reportedly suffered an eyeburn for two
Speaker 1: weeks after the siding. A few weeks later, Carpenter was
Speaker 1: walking down the street when she was approached by a
Speaker 1: big black sedan. A some tanned man then got out
Speaker 1: and attempted to kidnap her, possibly an m I B.
Speaker 1: She struggled free and fled back to the safety of
Speaker 1: her house. A short time later, she moved in with relatives,
Speaker 1: whose house soon became plagued with poultergeist. On January eleventh,
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty seven, missus Mabel mc daniel, the mother of
Speaker 1: Linda Scarberry, was the original man. Witnesses witnessed a large
Speaker 1: bird in flight while driving down Route sixty two near
Speaker 1: Tiny's Restaurant on the outskirts of Point Pleasant. I thought
Speaker 1: it was an airplane, she said. Then I realized it
Speaker 1: was flying much too low. It was brown and had
Speaker 1: a wingspan of at least ten feet. I thought I
Speaker 1: could see two legs like a man's legs, hanging down
Speaker 1: from it. It circled over Tinyes and then flew off.
Speaker 1: She didn't see any head or neck on the thing.
Speaker 1: There was no sound, and the creature did not move
Speaker 1: its wings. An Ohio man would later claim that the
Speaker 1: creature pursued his vehicle down Route thirty three in March
Speaker 1: of nineteen sixty seven, and two women swore they had
Speaker 1: seen mothman fly up to meet awaiting UFO. On May
Speaker 1: nineteenth of that same year, According to one witness, Missus
Speaker 1: Brenda Stone, we were driving past the TNT area on
Speaker 1: Route sixty two around ten thirty pm when we saw
Speaker 1: two bright red lights on a shadowy form high in
Speaker 1: a tree just off the road. Suddenly, this big red
Speaker 1: light appeared and approached the tree, and the figure rose
Speaker 1: toward it and disappeared. Then the big light took off
Speaker 1: to the north. On November two, nineteen sixty seven, Missus
Speaker 1: Ralph Thomas heard a strange sound, like a squeaky fan belt,
Speaker 1: she said, outside her home in the TNT area. When
Speaker 1: she stepped out onto her porch to investigate, she saw
Speaker 1: what she described as a tall, gray figure bigger than
Speaker 1: a man, moving swiftly among the abandoned munition's bunkers. It
Speaker 1: didn't appear to be walking, she stated, but rather sliding
Speaker 1: or gliding along the ground. She was certain that the
Speaker 1: figure she observed was neither a bear nor a man.
Speaker 1: John Keel claims that over one hundred people saw Mothman
Speaker 1: over the course of the next year. Moreover, all, manner
Speaker 1: of strange reports began to trickle in from the Point
Speaker 1: Pleasant area concerning a variety of strange phenomena, and it
Speaker 1: is a curious. Note that the Mothman events occurred during
Speaker 1: a period of heightened UFO activity, what sometimes referred to
Speaker 1: as a flap, including the mysterious appearances of the unsettling
Speaker 1: Men in Black or MiB. According to Keel, over one
Speaker 1: thousand credible UFO sidings occurred in the area by the
Speaker 1: end of nineteen sixty seven. Numerous animal and even human
Speaker 1: deaths were retributed to this avian horror. Even Bigfoot and
Speaker 1: Poltergeist reports were surfacing. A veritable wha wind of fortyana
Speaker 1: hordes of journalists, monster hunters, and the just plain curious
Speaker 1: descended upon the area, adding fuel to the weird chaos
Speaker 1: that had engulfed this once peaceful community and electrified the
Speaker 1: entire nation. Everyone could feel the tension. Everyone knew that
Speaker 1: something bad was happening. Events were escalating out of control.
Speaker 1: The creature was encountered several more times that year, and then,
Speaker 1: on December fifteenth, nineteen sixty seven, about a month after
Speaker 1: the last sighting took place, the Silver Bridge, the seven
Speaker 1: hundred foot long suspension bridge connecting the cities a Point Pleasant,
Speaker 1: West Virginia and Canaga, Ohio, collapsed into the Muddy Ohio River.
Speaker 1: Because the event happened at the worst possible time during
Speaker 1: rush hour traffic. Seventy six people felled that day. Forty
Speaker 1: six of them were taken down to their deaths beneath
Speaker 1: the icy water. Two of the unfortunate victims were never found.
Speaker 1: So what was the mothman then? So called experts have
Speaker 1: suggested everything from sandhill cranes to oversized owls, both of which,
Speaker 1: by the way, must flap their wings to fly. But
Speaker 1: it seems obvious that the creature dubbed mothman should have
Speaker 1: been named mothmen, as two types of beings were described,
Speaker 1: one with bat like wings, no head and wider than
Speaker 1: a man with glowing eyes in his chest, and the
Speaker 1: other a more humanoid entity with feathered, angelic looking wings
Speaker 1: and glowing eyes on a human shaped head. Both tops
Speaker 1: were described as having glowing red eyes and the ability
Speaker 1: to ascend straight up like a helicopter. Two witnesses even
Speaker 1: claimed that they heard a strange mechanical humming sound as
Speaker 1: the thing flew above them. To complicate matters even further,
Speaker 1: there seems to be yet a third type of mothman
Speaker 1: frequenting the area. According to author Mark A. Hall, in
Speaker 1: the early nineteen hundreds, at point Pleasant, a large bird
Speaker 1: with the head of a man and a wingspan of
Speaker 1: at least twelve feet was seen. It happened just prior
Speaker 1: to or immediately after the occurrence of a tragic accident.
Speaker 1: It was also seen by rural foreign families in Mason, Jackson, Roan, Clay,
Speaker 1: and Canawa Counties. By World War one, bird man was
Speaker 1: observed flying over Looneyville, up Johnson Creek, down Gabe in
Speaker 1: Rhone County, then down Elk Valley into the kowanwa Its
Speaker 1: monstrous size and dark reddish feathers, which glistened in the sunlight,
Speaker 1: cast fear in all who saw it. After World War two,
Speaker 1: people said they were chased by a huge bird while
Speaker 1: traveling on the high ways of Mason, Jackson and Wood
Speaker 1: Counties near the Ohio River. Perhaps this first mothman is
Speaker 1: the real one, after all, a gigantic bird with the
Speaker 1: head of a man sounds crazy, yes, But it's been
Speaker 1: there all along, it seems, and maybe, just maybe it
Speaker 1: remains there still spring hil Jack. In the long history
Speaker 1: of mankind, few creatures can come close to matching the
Speaker 1: widespread terror that one fiendish and humanoid visited upon the
Speaker 1: citizenry of Victorian England, especially it's women, during the early
Speaker 1: eighteen hundreds Springheel or spring Hill Jack as he was called,
Speaker 1: and his name struck such a dread into the hearts
Speaker 1: of royalty and common alike, as was not seen again
Speaker 1: there until the eighteen eighties, when another Bite of London
Speaker 1: named Jack took over. That time Jack the Ripper. Unlike
Speaker 1: the Ripper, though mere mortal psychopathy, all they had eyes
Speaker 1: for women of who were reputed Springhiel Jack was a
Speaker 1: supernatural monster who plagued the city and all of its
Speaker 1: citizens with casual impunity, an evil looking, darkly dressed, pointy eared,
Speaker 1: unmanly brute who mocked with a sneer all attempts at capture,
Speaker 1: using his unnatural ability to leap impossible distances in a
Speaker 1: single bound. And whereas the Ripper was never seen and
Speaker 1: therefore indescribable, hundreds of frightened citizens claimed to have been
Speaker 1: victims of, and witnesses too, the antics of spring Heel Jack,
Speaker 1: and thanks largely to the penny dreadfuls of the day,
Speaker 1: there was scarcely a person in all of Europe who
Speaker 1: didn't know his ghoulish face in a nineteen sixty one
Speaker 1: article entitled the Mystery of Spring heel Jack, Jay Viner
Speaker 1: wrote quote, The intruder was tall, thin and powerful. He
Speaker 1: had a prominent nose and bony fingers of immense power,
Speaker 1: which resembled claus. He was incredibly agile. He wore a long,
Speaker 1: flowing cloak of the sort affected by opera goers, soldiers,
Speaker 1: and strolling actors. On his head was a tall, metallic
Speaker 1: seeming helmet. Beneath the cloak were close fitting garments of
Speaker 1: some glittering material like oil skin or metallic mesh. There
Speaker 1: was a lamp strapped to his chest. Oddest of all,
Speaker 1: the creature's ears were cropped or pointed, like those of
Speaker 1: an animal. End quote. In London, England, in the year
Speaker 1: eighteen thirty seven, people were much the same as people
Speaker 1: anywhere else. So much so, in fact, that a few
Speaker 1: of them would pay much serious attention to reports of
Speaker 1: strange apparitions, and predictably few did take notice when in
Speaker 1: September that year, persons crossing a common in southwest London
Speaker 1: reported witnessing an alarming figure as it flew through the
Speaker 1: air in great leaps, as they described it. Then, however,
Speaker 1: the attacks began There were four separate attacks in that
Speaker 1: year alone, three to four victims being women. One victim,
Speaker 1: named Polyatoms, suffered the indignity of having the top of
Speaker 1: her dress ripped off, as well as being scratched on
Speaker 1: the belly with clouded fingers that felt cold and hard iron.
Speaker 1: One evening that autumn, a businessman decided to take a
Speaker 1: shortcut to his residence, the route which led him to
Speaker 1: the local cemetery, where he allegedly encountered a tall, shadowy figure.
Speaker 1: The apparition vaulted over the railings and high into the air,
Speaker 1: landing with a thud right in front of the terrified witness,
Speaker 1: who understandably turned and fled. He later claimed that this
Speaker 1: menace had glowing eyes, appointed nose, and pointed ears. The
Speaker 1: following night, the figure appeared to three girls in the
Speaker 1: same area, once again springing from the railings and landing
Speaker 1: before them. The terrified females fled the scene when the
Speaker 1: ghoul attempted to rip the coat from one of them.
Speaker 1: The slowest of the trio was apparently caught by the fiend,
Speaker 1: who pondered her breasts and toward her clothes. She collapsed
Speaker 1: and was later found unconscious by local police. What marked
Speaker 1: these instances being any different from the many other conventional
Speaker 1: assaults of the time was the assailant's ghoulish and terrifying appearance.
Speaker 1: This criminal was always described as being tall and thin,
Speaker 1: wearing a dark cloak and type fitting garments. According to witnesses,
Speaker 1: he also sported some type of helmet and usually wore
Speaker 1: a strange light scrapped about his chest. More alarmingly, the
Speaker 1: phantom fiend also possessed the ability to spit blue fire
Speaker 1: from his mouth into the faces of his victims, blinding them.
Speaker 1: He had a pointed nose, pointed ears, blowing red eyes,
Speaker 1: and could leap astonishing distances through the air, moving so
Speaker 1: swiftly that it was impossible to either escape him or
Speaker 1: catch him, depending on the circumstance. Due to his unnatural
Speaker 1: leaping ability and his swiftness, the press quickly dubbed the
Speaker 1: entity spring heeled Jack, and the subject quickly became the
Speaker 1: talk of the town in no time at all. Spring
Speaker 1: hiel Jack was a household word synonymous with other words,
Speaker 1: none of them pleasant. Jack gave the children to the
Speaker 1: air a face to attach to the monster which they
Speaker 1: feared lurt beneath their beds and in their closets. Many
Speaker 1: an unruly childhoo could be said, requited with the word
Speaker 1: here comes spring hil Jack, Here comes the Boogeyman. A
Speaker 1: month after the attacks began, a servant girl named Mary
Speaker 1: Stevens was accosted by the frightening entity as she walked
Speaker 1: down Cutthroat Lane near Clapham Common. The tall figure, adorned
Speaker 1: in black garments, left from the darkness and grabbed hold
Speaker 1: of her, slobbering on her face as it attempted to
Speaker 1: kiss her lips and groped her breasts. She screamed and
Speaker 1: the figure fled into the night. Her screams attracted the
Speaker 1: attention of some passers by, who were able to calm
Speaker 1: the girl. The following evening, and in the same area,
Speaker 1: Jack appeared again, leaping in front of and halting a
Speaker 1: horse drawn carriage. On being confronted with the creature, the
Speaker 1: horses bolted in panic, causing the carriage to overturn, injuring
Speaker 1: the coachman. Jack escaped the scene by leaping effortlessly over
Speaker 1: a nine foot wall. Soon after, another woman was attacked
Speaker 1: by a dark cape figure at Clapham Churchyard. Again he escaped,
Speaker 1: but reportedly left behind two mysterious footprints and pressed three
Speaker 1: inches deep in the mud that appeared to suggest that
Speaker 1: the leaper had been wearing some type of apparatus. Several
Speaker 1: more attacks followed in the coming years, but Jack had
Speaker 1: never been accused of killing anyone. Then, in eighteen forty five,
Speaker 1: Jack appeared in a London slum. There, in full view
Speaker 1: of numerous witnesses, he brutally attacked a thirteen year old
Speaker 1: prostitute named Maria Davis as she was crossing a bridge.
Speaker 1: According to the eyewitnesses, the inhumanoid fiend leaped through the
Speaker 1: air and set upon the poor girl, grabbing her firmly
Speaker 1: by the shoulders and spitting fire into her face. Then
Speaker 1: he cruelly tossed the unfortunate child into the open store
Speaker 1: below and watched as she drowned to death. Spring Hill.
Speaker 1: Jack had committed public murder in broad daylight. The entire
Speaker 1: country was soon up in arms. This might be expected,
Speaker 1: but as always they were completely powerless against this devilish threat.
Speaker 1: Jack simply could not be apprehended, and the populace by
Speaker 1: now had become so terrified of him that most dared
Speaker 1: not venture out of doors once night had fallen. Sixty
Speaker 1: six years after his first appearance, Jack's hellish glowing eyes
Speaker 1: were seen for the last time in Liverpool. He created
Speaker 1: a public panic there one night in September nineteen oh
Speaker 1: four when he was observed bounding up and down the streets,
Speaker 1: making leaps of twenty to thirty feet from the cobblestones
Speaker 1: to the rooftops and back again. When cornered by some
Speaker 1: very brave individuals, spring Hill Jack simply vanished right before
Speaker 1: their eyes into the darkness, never to return. During the
Speaker 1: years between eighteen seventy seven and his final appearance in
Speaker 1: nineteen oh four, spring Hill Jack was not reported again
Speaker 1: in England. But unlike many of his diabolically bizarre kinfolk,
Speaker 1: who appear once or twice and are never seen again,
Speaker 1: Jack didn't exactly fade from sight and into legend when
Speaker 1: he left the home country. It maybe argued that he
Speaker 1: merely embarked on a lengthy tour of the rest of
Speaker 1: the world. If eye witness testimony is correct, sightings of
Speaker 1: spring Hill Jack and others like him have been happening
Speaker 1: right on down until recent times right here in America.
Speaker 1: But that, my friend, is a story for another time.
Speaker 1: Saint Helen's Michigan nineteen sixty eight. Nineteen sixty eight was
Speaker 1: my first year for deer hunting. I both hunted in
Speaker 1: the early season with my dad in Brighton that year.
Speaker 1: Gun season started on November fifteenth, so myself, my dad, grandpa,
Speaker 1: and my uncle all loaded up and went camping slash
Speaker 1: deer hunting. We tried hunting in the Hero National Forest
Speaker 1: at first, with no success. Two weeks later we pulled
Speaker 1: stakes and headed a little south to Saint Helen. We
Speaker 1: drove around public land looking for a place for an
Speaker 1: afternoon or evening hunt. After finding a place that looked
Speaker 1: like it had potential, we pulled off the road, loaded
Speaker 1: up our guns, and headed out. The plan was to
Speaker 1: go and fan out and look for game trails and
Speaker 1: hopefully a deer would come by. I was headed through
Speaker 1: pines that were planted in rows about ten feet apart,
Speaker 1: and the trees were about eight feet apart from each other.
Speaker 1: My dad had always told me when you walk in
Speaker 1: the woods, take a couple of steps, then stop and
Speaker 1: look around a couple of steps at a time. Resembles
Speaker 1: the way wild game go through the woods, and you
Speaker 1: won't spook the deer by walking like a human I
Speaker 1: decided that I would go through these pines until I
Speaker 1: found a clearing, then stop and wait for a deer
Speaker 1: to come by. About one hundred yards in, I did
Speaker 1: my three steps and stopped to look. When I started again,
Speaker 1: I thought I heard steps when I walked. This time,
Speaker 1: I looked all around and below the branches for deer legs.
Speaker 1: Didn't say anything. So I went again, and this time
Speaker 1: I could hear the steps matching my own steps. I
Speaker 1: thought that was weird. I looked again and nothing. I
Speaker 1: went again, and this time it sounded like the steps
Speaker 1: were coming toward me. I looked really hard again and nothing.
Speaker 1: I thought to myself that maybe it's a deer that's
Speaker 1: thinking I'm a deer by the way I'm walking. I
Speaker 1: was on high alert now, thinking I was going to
Speaker 1: harvest my first deer. Suddenly I got a whiff of
Speaker 1: something awful, smelling really bad. I never smell anything like
Speaker 1: it before. I got nervous and scared. I had the
Speaker 1: feeling I was being watched and felt sick to my stomach.
Speaker 1: Then the woods changed, and I don't know why. It
Speaker 1: was like time was standing still, no bird noises, nothing.
Speaker 1: I got really sweaty and fell a gloom come over
Speaker 1: me that I'd never felt before or since. I don't
Speaker 1: know what was going on, but I had the feeling
Speaker 1: that I wasn't going to make it out of the
Speaker 1: woods alive. I took three big steps, starting in the
Speaker 1: direction of where the steps were coming from. I was
Speaker 1: shocked at what I saw. The tree branches that were
Speaker 1: right next to me were being spread about five feet
Speaker 1: apart over my head. I didn't see anything walking, but
Speaker 1: I could see the limbs being parted and hear the
Speaker 1: footsteps right next to me. I was perplexed, how can
Speaker 1: this be happening. I leaped to the next door of
Speaker 1: pines and crouched down, hoping that whatever it was didn't
Speaker 1: find me. The footsteps kept going. After I stopped, the
Speaker 1: voice spoke in my head and told me twice not
Speaker 1: to look at his face. Now I'm breathing so heavy,
Speaker 1: I feel like I'm going to pass out. Where'd that
Speaker 1: come from? What just told me not to look at
Speaker 1: his face? I had to look around, but kept my
Speaker 1: face low. I looked under the branches to see a
Speaker 1: pair of white, hairy legs step into the row that
Speaker 1: I was in. I could see at least four and
Speaker 1: a half feet of legs, as big as they were
Speaker 1: and as safe as I felt looking it wasn't even
Speaker 1: up to the thigh. That thing was huge. It stood
Speaker 1: there for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, then
Speaker 1: walked forward. It only took two steps to clear the
Speaker 1: space to the next row, about ten feet, and it
Speaker 1: kept right on going. I didn't move until I couldn't
Speaker 1: hear it walking anymore. Then I went as quietly and
Speaker 1: as fast as possible back to the car, locked the doors,
Speaker 1: and waited for everyone else to come back. I never
Speaker 1: returned to the woods after that for eight years. When
Speaker 1: my brother finally taught me into going with him, I
Speaker 1: decided I wasn't going to ever say what happened in
Speaker 1: Saint Helen. Fast forward a new show on TV called
Speaker 1: Finding Bigfoot. I watched the first show and made a
Speaker 1: mental note to watch it the following week as well.
Speaker 1: The show starts, and my wife, who has known me
Speaker 1: thirty years, asked me why I wanted to watch a
Speaker 1: show like that. That's when I told her what happened
Speaker 1: to me in Saint Helen. She believed me from the
Speaker 1: first by just the way I was telling the story.
Speaker 1: My voice changed when I got into the details, she said,
Speaker 1: and I had a genuine look of fear on my
Speaker 1: face as I told her too. I started researching about
Speaker 1: sasquatch on the Internet and buying books and reading them.
Speaker 1: That incident was the only time in my life that
Speaker 1: I ever had a fear so bad and I thought
Speaker 1: I was going to die. It was a feeling I
Speaker 1: haven't felt since. I started telling what happened to my
Speaker 1: family member, not sure if they believe me or were
Speaker 1: just being nice to not hurt my feelings. My uncle
Speaker 1: doesn't go into the woods with no less than three guns.
Speaker 1: I joined some Facebook Bigfoot groups. The first one we
Speaker 1: were forbidden to talk about cloaking or be eliminated from
Speaker 1: the group. I felt really stressed that I could only
Speaker 1: talk about part of my story. I've learned a lot
Speaker 1: over the last few years. Yes, other people have seen
Speaker 1: them cloak too, And that voice that spoke in my
Speaker 1: head to not look at his face was a sasquatch
Speaker 1: warning me. I never said a word about it to
Speaker 1: anyone until the second season of Finding Bigfoot. Didn't think
Speaker 1: anyone would believe me the cloaking. I was too afraid
Speaker 1: to say that people would think I was nuts it
Speaker 1: or another one mine spoke to me, told me twice
Speaker 1: not to look at his face. I too, thought that
Speaker 1: I was going to die. That's the feeling it gave me.
Speaker 1: I was fifteen years old at the time even heard
Speaker 1: of these things. It had white hair, and everything I've
Speaker 1: told you is the truth. William W. Powlack, twenty sixteen,
Speaker 1: The Beasts of LBL Paranormal investigator the late Jan Thompson
Speaker 1: claimed to have had many brushes with unknown phenomena. One
Speaker 1: of her most frightening encounters concerns a dog man which
Speaker 1: attacked one of her cousins one day during summer vacation
Speaker 1: at their home near the Land between the Lakes in
Speaker 1: Livingston County, Kentucky. Here's what happened, in her own words quote.
Speaker 1: It was one of those typical sheltered July late afternoons
Speaker 1: back in nineteen seventy eight in Grand Rivers, Kentucky, when
Speaker 1: this encounter with the inexplicable creature transpired. I'd come down
Speaker 1: to stay at my aunt's house for a few weeks
Speaker 1: of summer vacation and spend some time with my two cousins.
Speaker 1: Her home was surrounded by generously wooded and hilly acres
Speaker 1: and sat at the end of a dead end road.
Speaker 1: There were several trails throughout the woods that led to
Speaker 1: more than a few places along out of service railroad
Speaker 1: track that went on for miles, an old abandoned sawmill,
Speaker 1: a large section of rough rock bluffs, and a lonely
Speaker 1: stretch of shoreline on Berkley Lake. Most of the trails
Speaker 1: were made by my cousin Joe's dirt bike and were
Speaker 1: well defined, as it was with almost every day that
Speaker 1: I was visiting. Joe, thirteenth at the time, was out
Speaker 1: riding his bike through those woods. His younger sister, Rohnda,
Speaker 1: she was around ten at that time, and myself were
Speaker 1: sitting outside on the porch swing waiting for their mother
Speaker 1: to come home from grocery shopping. I was seventeen years old.
Speaker 1: The stillness of the afternoon was interrupted by the distinct
Speaker 1: sound of his dirt bike in the distance, screaming through
Speaker 1: its gears, echoing inside the trees. I knew he must
Speaker 1: have been on his way home because his dad had
Speaker 1: forbidden him or anyone else in the family to be
Speaker 1: out in the woods after dark. I could hear the
Speaker 1: bike's motor as it approached us at full throttle. I
Speaker 1: was expecting him to slow down, but he didn't. Still
Speaker 1: at top speed, he reached the trail opening at the
Speaker 1: top of the driveway and burst towards us, actually going
Speaker 1: airborne for a few feet. The front tire crashed down
Speaker 1: on the pavement, and he continued his descent, Struggling to
Speaker 1: keep the bike upright. He hit the brakes hard to
Speaker 1: avoid going past the driveway and down an embankment, slid
Speaker 1: the bike sideways and jumped off in a daring maneuver.
Speaker 1: He had a look on his face like something terrible
Speaker 1: had happened. His eyes were wide with fright, and his
Speaker 1: body shook from the adrenaline. Sweat was rolling down his face,
Speaker 1: and he drew deep, rapid bress through his mouth, which
Speaker 1: was drawn taut in a strange grimace. Tears were coming
Speaker 1: down his cheeks, mixing with the dusty trail dirt, and
Speaker 1: they remained unblinking as he turned the stare at the
Speaker 1: top of the hill and at the end of the driveway.
Speaker 1: In fearful anticipation, the basset hounds that their parents raised
Speaker 1: began barking wildly, which turned to growls and into wines.
Speaker 1: They were kept in a pen across in the driveway,
Speaker 1: and all of them seemed to panic, itt wart on,
Speaker 1: digging and gnawing at the fencing, desperate to escape. This
Speaker 1: happened in a manner of less than a minute, taking
Speaker 1: Ronda and myself by complete and utter surprise. It grabbed me.
Speaker 1: Look at my leg, Joe screamed, making us jump with
Speaker 1: alarm at the sound of dread and his voice. His
Speaker 1: levies were scratched all the way through the flesh, leaving
Speaker 1: bloody marks on his skin. The claw marks were larger
Speaker 1: than what a grown man could have made. It walked
Speaker 1: on two legs, he yelled, scaring us again as he
Speaker 1: was trying to tell his story in between huge gulps
Speaker 1: of air. It was following me through the woods along
Speaker 1: the path from the old saw mill, Harry. It was
Speaker 1: so hairy, and it had a snout, and it walked
Speaker 1: on two legs. It ran on two legs. His voice
Speaker 1: was sputtering, and I could see his pulse throbbing under
Speaker 1: the skin of his temples. In that moment, the howling began.
Speaker 1: It came from the woods at the top of the driveway,
Speaker 1: stood deathly still. Even the hounds had suddenly grown silent
Speaker 1: and still. It sounded at first like a mournful wolf's howl,
Speaker 1: but more profoundly chilling, and as it came closer, more threatening.
Speaker 1: Joe began pushing us toward the front door, demanding us
Speaker 1: to go inside. When it came out of the woods above,
Speaker 1: with the sun just going down, it turned the creature
Speaker 1: into a silhouette of hairy blackness. It stood maybe a
Speaker 1: foot taller than a good sized man and was twice
Speaker 1: the breadth in the shoulders and chest, which was heaving
Speaker 1: quickly like someone who had just finished a long distance race.
Speaker 1: When it raised its head as well as its arms
Speaker 1: up into the air to continue its guttural vocalizations, I
Speaker 1: could make out the shape of a snout not as
Speaker 1: long as a canine, but not a nose either. The
Speaker 1: security light overhead popped on and suddenly illuminated the creature,
Speaker 1: making it raise one of its arms to shade its eyes,
Speaker 1: which appeared a bit oversized for its face and solid
Speaker 1: black in color from the glare. We tore the screen door,
Speaker 1: trying to get into the house all at once, and
Speaker 1: started barricading the main entrance. Then we heard another howl
Speaker 1: just outside coming closer, and we all retreated into a
Speaker 1: back bedroom and barricaded that door as well. The masket
Speaker 1: hound they had inside as a pet, had smelled around
Speaker 1: the front door, then tucked its tail and ran along
Speaker 1: with us. The other dogs outside were going crazy again,
Speaker 1: as we also heard items being thrown around on the porch,
Speaker 1: continuing all around the side of the home as well.
Speaker 1: There was also the unmistakable sound of a window being
Speaker 1: shattered just before we heard my aunt's horn blare from
Speaker 1: her car as she drove down the road. We didn't
Speaker 1: budge to help with the groceries. Later that evening, my
Speaker 1: aunt relaid our frenzied tale to my uncle. He was skeptical,
Speaker 1: but when he went out and witnessed the broken window
Speaker 1: with a huge mess outside the house, he decided to
Speaker 1: go out the next morning into the woods with a
Speaker 1: rifle on his shoulder. He returned a few hours later
Speaker 1: with such a look on his face that left no
Speaker 1: doubt he was now. He warned us all very sternly
Speaker 1: to stay out of the woods. He had found several
Speaker 1: large pits that had been dug and filled with animal
Speaker 1: bones and parts of rotting carcasses along the path that
Speaker 1: led to the old sawmill. He also saw where something
Speaker 1: had dug holes which looked like deep caves big enough
Speaker 1: for man to hide in, and the sides of the
Speaker 1: bluff along the hills that overlooked the mill. There was
Speaker 1: a rank smell in the area, which was unlike the
Speaker 1: stance of rotting animals. It literally turned his stomach, but
Speaker 1: he could not identify it. He related further that years before,
Speaker 1: when the Old Boy Scout camp used to be on
Speaker 1: the other side of Grand Rivers, then an unexplained two
Speaker 1: legged creature with wolf like features was seen along the
Speaker 1: water's edge close to the campsites, and that he and
Speaker 1: his son had witnessed it themselves. One evening on the
Speaker 1: Kentucky lake side, when summer was over and school resumed,
Speaker 1: Joe adventured gradually back into those same woods on his
Speaker 1: dirt bike with a pistol on his belt for protection.
Speaker 1: There were many times he felt at watching him and
Speaker 1: would actually turn and see it again, heavily jogging toward
Speaker 1: him with a warning howl. For safety's sake, Joe decided
Speaker 1: to make some new trails on the other side of
Speaker 1: the woods at night, though after all was quiet and asleep,
Speaker 1: sometimes the dogs outside would start acting erratic, trying to
Speaker 1: get out of their pin again, and more than a
Speaker 1: few times, when Joe had fallen asleep in the living
Speaker 1: room floor watching TV, that familiar feeling of something intently
Speaker 1: watching him would cause him to awaken. He would look
Speaker 1: over at the patio doors that were open to let
Speaker 1: the cool air in and see the creature leaning down
Speaker 1: and staring at him through the screen door. In the
Speaker 1: early nineties, Joe and my dad woud come down to visit.
Speaker 1: Would both travel on foot into those same woods and
Speaker 1: go all the way back to the old sawmill. They
Speaker 1: found old as well as freshly dug dirt pits with
Speaker 1: animal bones in them. The holes in the bluff were
Speaker 1: still there, and they both experienced the feeling of being
Speaker 1: watched and felt uneasiness that something just wasn't right. The
Speaker 1: area where the sawmill stood seemed to have no live
Speaker 1: stirring around it, no birds, no squirrels, crickets, bugs, et cetera.
Speaker 1: Even the small pond that lay separate from the lake
Speaker 1: shore stood still and lifeless, and all around it smelled
Speaker 1: like a combination of skunk and wet dog. When a
Speaker 1: large shadow moved from inside one of the holes in
Speaker 1: the bluff. The men retreated, walking backwards for a while
Speaker 1: before turning to make haste back home. Today, those trails
Speaker 1: have either grown over or there were bulldoze away. At
Speaker 1: some places. Construction crews came in where the saw mill
Speaker 1: was and demolished acres in the land to make room
Speaker 1: for condominiums and new homes. By Ant's home still stands
Speaker 1: at the end of the road, but even further neighborhood
Speaker 1: advancements are taking place all around them. I'm sure the
Speaker 1: creature we saw those years ago has left for more
Speaker 1: quiet surroundings and hunting grounds, but it must not have
Speaker 1: moved far, because there's still local sightings of it a
Speaker 1: few times a year end quote. Ms. Thompson also claims
Speaker 1: to witness this creature or others like it on more
Speaker 1: than one occasion in the general area, and has extensive
Speaker 1: knowledge of local folklore and events concerning these wolf like anomalies.
Speaker 1: One such event, as she claims to be aware of personally,
Speaker 1: is extremely disturbing and involves the gruesome killings of a
Speaker 1: vacationing family in the LB area back in the early
Speaker 1: nineteen eighties. She says, quote, I believe it was around
Speaker 1: the beginning of May, she told me just before the
Speaker 1: tourist season would start on Memorial Day, when the following
Speaker 1: event occurred. I must make note here that this story
Speaker 1: was never published in the paper or on the news,
Speaker 1: nor did it have any media attention at all. All
Speaker 1: the witnesses to the facts were contacted shortly after the
Speaker 1: incident and strictly instructed not to repeat anything they saw,
Speaker 1: share any information, or disclose where the actual location was.
Speaker 1: A few particular individuals said in later interviews that some
Speaker 1: high ranking government officials threatened to take away their jobs
Speaker 1: and pensions if they ever disclosed any aspect of this
Speaker 1: particular case. So for nearly two decades, most of the
Speaker 1: people that were involved kept silent. Two local police officers
Speaker 1: I'll name them Adam and Bill to protect their identities,
Speaker 1: came in while I was on duty at the same
Speaker 1: service station. They usually came by during the night, got
Speaker 1: coffee in a snack, chatted a bit, and then left,
Speaker 1: But on this night, they had just come from a
Speaker 1: crime scene in LBL and had been there for over
Speaker 1: eight hours. It was around three in the morning, and
Speaker 1: they both appeared particularly shaken, pale, and acting curiously bewildered,
Speaker 1: Adam sat on the curb next to some gas pumps,
Speaker 1: expelling his stomach contents, while his partner, Bill came in
Speaker 1: to get coffee for himself and water for Adam. Being
Speaker 1: a slow night, I went outside with Bill to see
Speaker 1: if I could offer some assistance. Fifteen minutes of hushed
Speaker 1: silence passed except for the occasion dry heaving sounds from Adam.
Speaker 1: They both appeared in a disoriented stupor, and it was
Speaker 1: Adam who spoke first. I can't believe it. It's not possible.
Speaker 1: I just can't believe it. The conversation that followed was
Speaker 1: in broken sentences at first, but ever so slowly fragmented
Speaker 1: descriptions of their recent ordeal were revealed. Finally, it was
Speaker 1: Bill himself who devoted the whole frightening account. They'd gotten
Speaker 1: called to help with an investigation at one of the
Speaker 1: many rural campgrounds down in LBL. Several types of law
Speaker 1: enforcement were already there state troopers, sheriffs and deputies, etc.
Speaker 1: When they arrived around sundown. Also present were several corners,
Speaker 1: each from different counties. A young married couple that was
Speaker 1: camping in the area had discovered the scene and reported
Speaker 1: to the authorities from a payphone into Grand Rivers. They
Speaker 1: had only given directions to the crime scene in their names.
Speaker 1: The officer said the lad out refused to return to
Speaker 1: the LBL area. The motor home was discovered with one
Speaker 1: of its doors hanging by one hinge, along with bloody
Speaker 1: handprints along the metal. Outside walls, ripped in bloody clothing
Speaker 1: and the remains of three bodies were also found on
Speaker 1: the property. The gouging wounds found in what remained of
Speaker 1: the bodies were made by thick, long claws, and the
Speaker 1: deep teeth and bite marks were made from some long
Speaker 1: incisors along with a large snout. According to one of
Speaker 1: the first examining corners, the rake marks in the flesh
Speaker 1: were made up of four distinctive long strokes with an
Speaker 1: additional smaller digit stroke like that from a thumb, and
Speaker 1: its span was much wider than that of a man's handprint.
Speaker 1: The theories that a bare wolf, mountain lion, or cowty
Speaker 1: could have done the damage were dismissed as the injuries
Speaker 1: were clearly made by much larger animal bears are not
Speaker 1: native to the area. Along with all the evidence collected,
Speaker 1: there was also found a clump of long, gray and
Speaker 1: brown hairs in the hand of war of the victims.
Speaker 1: From the clothing that was examined inside the camper, the
Speaker 1: authorities presumed that the victims had been a family consisting
Speaker 1: of a father, mother, a young boy, and a small girl.
Speaker 1: Yet there was only one body missing, that of the
Speaker 1: little girl. It was Adam that inadvertently discovered her up high,
Speaker 1: dangling from a tree, positioned on a limb. Parts of
Speaker 1: her body had been leisurely eaten. Some of the same
Speaker 1: long gray and brown hair was found sticking in the
Speaker 1: bark of the tree near her body. About a month
Speaker 1: after this incident, Adam and Bill stopped by during one
Speaker 1: of my midnight shifts. They seemed to have aged quite
Speaker 1: a bit, with streaks of gray in their hair and
Speaker 1: beards which had not been there before. Their faces showed
Speaker 1: signs of stress. They told me in confidence that they
Speaker 1: got word that the test results from the hair samples
Speaker 1: in saliva taken from the bite marks came back with
Speaker 1: an unknown origin of species, and that the closest animal
Speaker 1: that they could compare them to was that of a
Speaker 1: Cadus lupus, a wolf. Goat men and other horned devils
Speaker 1: Many people are of the mistaken opinion that the goat
Speaker 1: man phenomena is entirely contained within the state of Maryland,
Speaker 1: but in truth, the idea originated in the ancient world
Speaker 1: with the Greek satyrs, in the Greek god Pan who
Speaker 1: took the form of a sadder, and the Roman fawns
Speaker 1: and sylvans. Despite the passage of many centuries, people are
Speaker 1: still seeing these creatures in varying sizes and colors all
Speaker 1: over the world. These entities were classically described as having
Speaker 1: a human torso, arms and head, and the lower body
Speaker 1: and legs of a goat. They were thickly covered with hair,
Speaker 1: had short horns and hooked noses. They were also said
Speaker 1: to be very lustful and fond of strong wine, dancing
Speaker 1: and playing the pan pipes. People paid tribute to them
Speaker 1: by offering them the first fruits of their harvests, and
Speaker 1: lambs were also sacrificed in homage to them, and here
Speaker 1: we have a classic example of the continued activity of
Speaker 1: the pantheon of the old gods, now stripped of all
Speaker 1: divinity and delegated to the realms of the demonic. While
Speaker 1: not all horned in human woods fit neatly into the
Speaker 1: goat man category. It is interesting to note here that
Speaker 1: the Greeks also recognized other horn entities beside satyrs. The
Speaker 1: Kili Kanzaro's, for example, were said to be demonic creatures
Speaker 1: with shape shifting abilities, black skin, horns, sharp fangs, and
Speaker 1: long talons. Their name literally means beautiful centaurs in Old English.
Speaker 1: In eighty three b C. It was recorded that some
Speaker 1: of the Roman general soulish soldiers had captured a satur
Speaker 1: as the army marched against Greece through the city of
Speaker 1: Illyria and Apollonia, near today's Dirak Albania. They had surprised
Speaker 1: the avenue to a creature while it was sleeping, according
Speaker 1: to the account, and eventually trapped it in one of
Speaker 1: the area's steep canyons. With some difficulty, they captured it
Speaker 1: and brought it before their general. It had a man's
Speaker 1: upper body, with short horns on its head, harry arms,
Speaker 1: and the lower extremities of a cloven hoofed goat. It
Speaker 1: was said that the creature whined and moaned pitifully, but
Speaker 1: could not speak and uttered only in articulate sounds. Moreover,
Speaker 1: it carried with it a terribly offensive smell, and in
Speaker 1: fact its appearance was so loathsome to the eye's ears
Speaker 1: and nostrils that Selah had the creature immediately sent back
Speaker 1: to the wilderness. More recently, another witness claimed that he
Speaker 1: had seen a similar creature in Muniglossal, Spain. He had
Speaker 1: been searching through an old, abandoned house in his area
Speaker 1: in April of nineteen eighty six, he said, looking for
Speaker 1: old nails and wood and such, when he heard a
Speaker 1: commotion coming from upstairs. Thinking that he had disturbed another intruder,
Speaker 1: the man stood quietly for a few seconds neary uncomfortable
Speaker 1: silence then held sway over the dark and foreboding structure,
Speaker 1: and as the man turned to go, he was confronted
Speaker 1: by a creature wearing a long white cape which failed
Speaker 1: to cover its gnarled, goat like feet. Even more frightening
Speaker 1: was the creature's red glowing eyes, which bore into the
Speaker 1: witness zone and filled him with terror. Quite understandably, he
Speaker 1: then made for a quick retreat, leaving the demon alone
Speaker 1: to its haunt. Although they may or may not have
Speaker 1: originated across the Atlantic, the horny devils also seemed to
Speaker 1: find the shores of America, much to their liking making
Speaker 1: nearly simultaneous appearances in both Kentucky and Virginia. The earliest
Speaker 1: report of an American appearance of the horned ones comes
Speaker 1: from Bracken County, Kentucky. There in eighteen sixty six, residents
Speaker 1: of one farm were reportedly terrorized for over a month
Speaker 1: of the appearance of a most frightening creature, a giant,
Speaker 1: hair covered in humanoid with glowing eyes and two short
Speaker 1: horns jutting from its forehead. It was further described as
Speaker 1: being grayish brown in color, with a barrel chest and large,
Speaker 1: sharp looking claws at the end of its paw like hands.
Speaker 1: It also had cloven holes for feet and a long
Speaker 1: pointed tail. The entity h hiss like a serpent of
Speaker 1: the frightened witnesses before it vanishing in a column of flame.
Speaker 1: Another goat man type beast was seen in Virginia in
Speaker 1: eighteen sixty six and dubbed the Horror of Independent Hill.
Speaker 1: The witness, a man named Silas Brown, came forward claiming
Speaker 1: that a terrible monster with large horns and long, sharp
Speaker 1: claws was feeding regularly on his livestock. He was terrified
Speaker 1: of the thing, he admitted, which was three times the
Speaker 1: size of a man brown claimed that it was grayish
Speaker 1: blue in color, but when agitated, it turned completely white
Speaker 1: and gave off a sickening stinge. In nineteen eighty three,
Speaker 1: a group of Kansas miners claimed that they were attacked
Speaker 1: by a terrifying beast while working the night shift in Iola, Kansas.
Speaker 1: They described the creature as huge and hairy, with blood raizing,
Speaker 1: red eyes and horns. Terrified by the thing's sudden appearance,
Speaker 1: the miners all flooded their posts. In nineteen sixty four,
Speaker 1: a group of terrified camphers was said to have been
Speaker 1: harassed throughout the course of an entire evening by the
Speaker 1: Billy Whacked Beast, a gray colored manlike giant with long
Speaker 1: claws and horns on its head said to appear in
Speaker 1: the Aliso Canyon area in Santa Paula, California. The beast
Speaker 1: was allegedly known to attack the group of hikers before
Speaker 1: it vanished into thin air right before their eyes. No
Speaker 1: reasonable explanation for the creature was ever offered by local authorities. Then,
Speaker 1: three people observed a horny devil while hunting in the
Speaker 1: woods a Point Isabella, Ohio in nineteen sixty seven. The
Speaker 1: witnesses a father, his fifteen year old son, and his
Speaker 1: brother in law were all startled to happen upon a
Speaker 1: creature which the boy, Perry Adams, later described as ten
Speaker 1: feet tall, a light tan color, with long arms, pointed ears,
Speaker 1: and short horns on its head. Perry's father reportedly fired
Speaker 1: on the creature, which screamed loudly and dissolved into an
Speaker 1: eery white mist. Over fifty years later, just what the
Speaker 1: trio saw still remains a complete mystery. Fort Worth, Texas,
Speaker 1: was also played host of the goat Man or others
Speaker 1: of his odd can anyway back in the late nineteen sixties.
Speaker 1: The Lake Worth Monster, as it became commonly known, first
Speaker 1: came to public notice when it stepped out of the
Speaker 1: woods in nineteen sixty seven in front of a group
Speaker 1: of startled teens who were hanging out on the Mosque
Speaker 1: Point area of the lake. Terrified, they gave the typical
Speaker 1: goat man description of the beasts they saw, a sadder
Speaker 1: like ogre, half man, half goat, tall and hair. Other
Speaker 1: sightings of goat Man and similar horn entities have occurred
Speaker 1: in numerous locations throughout the country, but Kentucky, where the
Speaker 1: American versions of the horn devil seemed to have started this
Speaker 1: where we will end. Goat Man is well known within Kentucky,
Speaker 1: the Bluegrass State, especially in Jefferson County, where back in
Speaker 1: the late nineteen forties and fifties, the creature was remored
Speaker 1: to live beneath a railroad trestle over Popelic Road in
Speaker 1: the Fisherville area of Louisville. It was dubbed the Popelic
Speaker 1: Monster by the locals and was said to have the
Speaker 1: power to hypnotize area youth, making them walk out onto
Speaker 1: the trestle late at night to their doom, either beneath
Speaker 1: the wheels of an oncoming train or from the eighty
Speaker 1: foot fall into Pope Lick Creek. The numerous deaths which
Speaker 1: have occurred there are a matter of public record. Several
Speaker 1: resident farmers complained of finding livestock ripped to shreds there
Speaker 1: decades ago, and there is even one account of the
Speaker 1: creature chasing a boy scout troop from the area, screaming
Speaker 1: at them and throwing stones. Oddly, the Popelic Monster was
Speaker 1: commonly considered to have the upper torsov a man and
Speaker 1: a goat like head, and some even consider that it
Speaker 1: may have been nothing more than a bigfoot creature with
Speaker 1: mange as unlikely an explanation as anyone might suppose. Whatever
Speaker 1: the Popelic Monster is, the legend still has the power,
Speaker 1: it seems, even now, to lure victims to their deaths
Speaker 1: on the railroad trestle there on Poplic Road, with the
Speaker 1: last known victim, an Ohio woman, losing her life there
Speaker 1: in twenty sixteen Disappearing Act. This event occurred one crisp
Speaker 1: Bottom afternoon in nineteen ninety one in Reed, Kentucky. My
Speaker 1: best friend Dave and I had decided that we wanted
Speaker 1: to go fishing on the Green River out behind the
Speaker 1: old Booth Farm, so we loaded up the gear and
Speaker 1: the girls and had it out to do just that.
Speaker 1: After arriving, rather than walking the women through the woods,
Speaker 1: we took the more at circusius route along the edge
Speaker 1: of the fields. We finally made our way through the
Speaker 1: stretch of thin force that ran alongside the river and
Speaker 1: settled down with their fishing poles and bait on the
Speaker 1: river bank. After about half an hour with no bites,
Speaker 1: I became restless and moved my line a bit further
Speaker 1: upriver on the other side of d We were still
Speaker 1: all within twenty feet of each other, Me, then Dave,
Speaker 1: then the two girls who were sitting next to each other.
Speaker 1: The fish seemed in no hurry to bite, so we
Speaker 1: started talking idly about the place. I gave every one
Speaker 1: a brief rundown of the local history, and there was
Speaker 1: a lot of history there. We lived on the Booths
Speaker 1: farm in nineteen seventy one, but had fled one night
Speaker 1: after my mother saw a glowing red flying saucer come
Speaker 1: down from the sky and land out behind one of
Speaker 1: the old barnes on the property. Also told them about
Speaker 1: the history of bigfoot sightings there and the two times
Speaker 1: that my brothers and myself, while artifact hunting in the
Speaker 1: adjacent field, had found abandoned tents in this very spot
Speaker 1: where we were all fishing. Another thirty minutes went by
Speaker 1: with no activity, and it began it seemed like it
Speaker 1: wasn't going to be such a good day for fishing.
Speaker 1: After all. Everyone was getting somewhat bored, and my prankster
Speaker 1: nature finally got the better of me. I decided that
Speaker 1: it would be funny if I were to throw dirt
Speaker 1: clouds at the girls and pull it off without them
Speaker 1: seeing me. I looked down at the ground beside me,
Speaker 1: and there lay plenty of ammunition. Sure enough, I made
Speaker 1: certain no one was looking at me, then picked up
Speaker 1: a nice sized club, a soft one that would crumble
Speaker 1: on impact, and hurled the missile in their direction, giving
Speaker 1: it plenty of arts to allow me enough time to
Speaker 1: get turned back around and be just fishing before it
Speaker 1: hit the ground. I made sure I am away from
Speaker 1: them a little so as not to hit anyone, and
Speaker 1: the dirt clod landed about three feet behind them. When
Speaker 1: they turned around and asked who threw it. I had
Speaker 1: no idea, of course, what they were even talking about.
Speaker 1: In fact, I was sure they must be mistaken, as
Speaker 1: we were out in the middle of nowhere there was
Speaker 1: nobody else for miles. I was perfectly innocent of throwing
Speaker 1: anything at anyone, and even perhaps a little indignant at
Speaker 1: being implicated in such tall foolery while involved in such
Speaker 1: a serious endeavor as trying to catch catfish. Actors have
Speaker 1: received oscars for performances happy as convincing as mine was
Speaker 1: that day. I gave them a few minutes to get
Speaker 1: calmed down, then, after making sure they weren't looking, lobbed
Speaker 1: another one at them. It landed in the same spot
Speaker 1: and had much the same effect as the first one, accusations, denial,
Speaker 1: protestations of innocence, all of my incredulity and bewilderment. After
Speaker 1: a few minutes, I decided to let them have one more,
Speaker 1: and this time let them catch me in the act
Speaker 1: and thus ease any nervousness on their part which my
Speaker 1: highly accurate throwing skills and masterful acting abilities might have caused.
Speaker 1: Once again, I repeated the toss. I stayed turned in
Speaker 1: their direction, this time smiling, when the dirt clod hit
Speaker 1: behind them and looked up and saw me grinning, and
Speaker 1: knew instantly that I was the guilty one all long.
Speaker 1: And then something strange happened. As I was sitting there
Speaker 1: with a smile on my face, taking my well deserved
Speaker 1: cussing from the girls, another dirt clod, a slightly bigger one,
Speaker 1: came flying down from the river bank behind us and
Speaker 1: landed in the same spot in which my own had landed. Then,
Speaker 1: all at once, the smiles immediately departed from everyone's faces,
Speaker 1: including my own. From my peripheral vision, i'd clearly observed
Speaker 1: the object's trajectory and glassed back, but saw nothing as
Speaker 1: the river bank sloped up for around twelve feet behind
Speaker 1: and above us. One hundred implications ran through my mind
Speaker 1: at once, and I acted immediately. No sooner had the
Speaker 1: object struck the ground than I was up and on
Speaker 1: my feet, scrambling up the riverbank to see who threw
Speaker 1: that dirt clod. As soon as I jumped up from
Speaker 1: my sitting position, the footsteps began. There was a heavy
Speaker 1: carpet of dead dry leaves on the forest floor above
Speaker 1: us that day, and everyone could hear the footsteps plainly,
Speaker 1: which sounded like they belonged to a very large, heavy
Speaker 1: person walking noisily and away directly behind us. It only
Speaker 1: took four steps away from us as I was hurrying
Speaker 1: up the incline, then stopped one, two three. On the
Speaker 1: fourth footstep, my eyes leveled off with the upper banks,
Speaker 1: and I could clearly see the area from which the sounds,
Speaker 1: as well as the thrown object, according to his trajectory,
Speaker 1: had come. I immediately trained my eyes on this area,
Speaker 1: expecting to see a man, one of my brothers maybe,
Speaker 1: or another hunter fishermen slash pranksters such as myself, But
Speaker 1: there was simply no one there. The fifth footfall never came,
Speaker 1: so I knew he had to still be there, but
Speaker 1: where it was he the trees weren't very thick if
Speaker 1: his ability was good for quite a distance through the woods.
Speaker 1: Dave came up right after me, and we walked over
Speaker 1: to the spotting question and examined it closely. If I
Speaker 1: allowed as much as ten feet astride a reason for
Speaker 1: each step, which was surely a rather preposterous overshot, then
Speaker 1: the guy had to still be within forty feet of
Speaker 1: where I was now standing. But there was simply no
Speaker 1: one there. Dave and I I examined the entire area
Speaker 1: very thoroughly. They can find no sign that anyone or
Speaker 1: anything had ever been there other than ourselves, not even
Speaker 1: so much as a crushed or overturned leaf when our
Speaker 1: own trail through them on our approach was plainly visible
Speaker 1: to us. The girls now completely agitated again, and for
Speaker 1: genuine reasons this time, insisted on leaving immediately. As we left,
Speaker 1: I glanced back, knowing that whatever thrown that dirt clod
Speaker 1: and taken those four heavy steps was either still exactly
Speaker 1: where it stopped but completely invisible, or it had vanished
Speaker 1: without a trace into thin air. Was it bigfoot due
Speaker 1: to my previous experience, I think it was whatever through
Speaker 1: the object so accurately had to have opposable thumbs like
Speaker 1: a man. But I know of no man who can
Speaker 1: stand a mere twenty feet behind me, take four steps
Speaker 1: away from me, and completely disappear into thin air in
Speaker 1: broad daylight. Under any circumstances, do you attack of the reptilians?
Speaker 1: Sometime during the pre dawn hours on a June night
Speaker 1: in nineteen ninety eight, seventeen year old Christopher Davis was
Speaker 1: driving down a deserted road near the escape Or Swamp
Speaker 1: in Bishopville, South Carolina, when one of his tires blew out.
Speaker 1: He pulled over the side of the road and shut
Speaker 1: off the engine. As he exited the vehicle, walked to
Speaker 1: the rear to retrieve the spare tire. He heard a
Speaker 1: noise coming from the darkness near the woods a short
Speaker 1: distance away, and turning, was terrified to see a scaly,
Speaker 1: nightmarish lizard like creature running bipedally towards him with clearly
Speaker 1: aggressive intentions. Horrified, the teenager leapt back into the vehicle,
Speaker 1: slammed the door shut, and locked it just as the
Speaker 1: thing reached for the door handle. Local papers ran the
Speaker 1: story to the delight of local skeptics, who, much to
Speaker 1: be expected, ridiculed the witness, her at him a veritable
Speaker 1: laundry list of unsavory accusations and remarks, the very least
Speaker 1: of which perhaps was lying. But Davis never wavered from
Speaker 1: his claims that what he saw was a true monster
Speaker 1: and not a bear or something. He was quoted as saying,
Speaker 1: I looked back and saw something running across the field
Speaker 1: towards me. It was about twenty five yards away, and
Speaker 1: I saw the red glowing eyes. I ran back into
Speaker 1: the car, and as I locked it, the thing grabbed
Speaker 1: the door handle. I could see him from the neck down,
Speaker 1: three big fingers, long black nails, and green rough skin.
Speaker 1: It was strong and angry. I looked in my mirror
Speaker 1: and saw a blur of green running. I could see
Speaker 1: his toes, and then he jumped on the roof of
Speaker 1: my car. I thought I heard a grunt, and then
Speaker 1: I could see his fingers through the windshield, where they
Speaker 1: curled around the roof. Also in South Carolina, and only
Speaker 1: one month later, on July twenty fourth, two couples on
Speaker 1: a late night pleasure cruise were tear if I had
Speaker 1: to see a seven foot tall, dark figure with glowing
Speaker 1: eyes run across the road in front of the car,
Speaker 1: heading towards a nearby swamp. The four witnesses drove straight
Speaker 1: to the authorities and told their story. Investigating officers Lee
Speaker 1: County Deputy Wayne Atkinson and stayed true for Mike Codge
Speaker 1: returned to the siding location the next morning, and amazingly
Speaker 1: even troubled themselves to investigate the swampy area into which
Speaker 1: the group said the creature was heading. Hoaxers, after all,
Speaker 1: almost never rushed into a sheriff's office, acting terrified and
Speaker 1: spouting outlandish lies. Even so, the two officials were amazed
Speaker 1: to find forty gallon barrels of old trash thrown around
Speaker 1: like children's toys, broken tree branches eight feet above the ground,
Speaker 1: and bizarre three toed tracks over fourteen inches long in
Speaker 1: the mud. Wildlife officials later claimed the tracks were a hoax,
Speaker 1: but offered no explanation for any of the other aspects
Speaker 1: of the case. Perhaps they'd forgotten that only ten years early,
Speaker 1: in Brownstown, on South Carolina, two witnesses Tom and Mary
Speaker 1: Way also claimed to have experienced a similar attack by
Speaker 1: a scaly lizardman and Shortly thereafter, two more witnesses, both
Speaker 1: local hunters, also came forward to tell their encounters in
Speaker 1: broad daylight with a strange, scaly, human like creature which
Speaker 1: chased him from the swamp after they startled it while
Speaker 1: drinking water from a spring. Another South Carolina report from
Speaker 1: the nineteen eighties comes from the Lake Murray area. Three people,
Speaker 1: Buddy Browning, his wife Shirley, and friend Cord Brazzle, were
Speaker 1: fishing on the lake when they claimed they were attacked
Speaker 1: by a lizard man with gills. Amphibious inhumanoids attacking humans preposterous,
Speaker 1: you say, ask missus Darwin Johnson, the unfortunate victim in
Speaker 1: this next account, which took place only a short distance
Speaker 1: from the Evansville, Indiana twin Bridges. On October twenty first,
Speaker 1: nineteen fifty five, Miss Johnson of Evansville and a friend
Speaker 1: were swimming in the Ohio River at a place called Dogtown,
Speaker 1: just across the river from Henderson, Kentucky, when one of
Speaker 1: these unseen aquatic mysteries reached up from the depths, grabbing
Speaker 1: her firmly by the leg, and proceeded to drag her
Speaker 1: down beneath the murky waves, presumably to her death. It
Speaker 1: was only by kicking and beating her arms frantically beneath
Speaker 1: the water that she was able to break free and
Speaker 1: reach the surface for air, only to be grabbed again
Speaker 1: and pulled back under once more. Again, she managed to
Speaker 1: kick free and reach the surface, frantically swimming for a
Speaker 1: nearby inner tube and screaming to her friends yep. Once
Speaker 1: again she was grabbing the leg and pulled under. Miraculously,
Speaker 1: she escaped the clutches of her would be killer for
Speaker 1: the third and final time, with the help of her friend,
Speaker 1: one missus Lamble, somehow managed to make it screaming, crying
Speaker 1: and in shock to the shore in safety, where they
Speaker 1: found that her attacker had left green palm stains, as
Speaker 1: well as various abrasions and bruises where it had repeatedly
Speaker 1: grabbed her by the knee. Understandably, the incident left Johnson hysterical,
Speaker 1: and her husband was called from work and then summoned
Speaker 1: a doctor. Sedatives had to be administered to calm the
Speaker 1: poor woman's nerves. When a local newspaper ran the story
Speaker 1: the following day, several witnesses came forward and revealed that
Speaker 1: at about the same time of the reported encounter, they
Speaker 1: had observed a shiny oval object flying a few hundred
Speaker 1: feet above the river. It was later reported that an
Speaker 1: Air Force colonel had contacted the Johnsons and urged them
Speaker 1: not to speak further the incident to anyone. In any event,
Speaker 1: Missus Johnson found that the palmstain wouldn't wash off and
Speaker 1: remained with her for several days. She later said of
Speaker 1: her experience, quote, whatever this thing was, it had a
Speaker 1: strong grip and it was very furry. All I know
Speaker 1: is that I will never go swimming in the river
Speaker 1: again end quote. And she didn't. Now, nearly seventy years later,
Speaker 1: no one has since been able to offer a satisfactory
Speaker 1: explanation as to the possible identification with the creature involved
Speaker 1: in this terrifying account, and the case remains as baffling
Speaker 1: an unsolved today as it was way back then. Invisible Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: Sometimes it's not what we see that scares us the most,
Speaker 1: but what we can't see. Got a letter recently, Hi, Steve.
Speaker 1: I'm a big fan of your work, and when I
Speaker 1: read in your book that you have had experiences with
Speaker 1: a being that you were unable to see with the
Speaker 1: naked eye, I thought that I would share with you
Speaker 1: my own experiences with this subject. There's a place in
Speaker 1: southern Henderson County, Kentucky, just outside of the town of
Speaker 1: smith Mills called Burbank's Lake, which has a small lake
Speaker 1: on one side of Highway one thirty six and a
Speaker 1: larger lake on the hill on the other side. That
Speaker 1: lake is situated between two very old cemeteries from the
Speaker 1: nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. One of these crumbling graveyards
Speaker 1: still holds the remains of the poor black folk or
Speaker 1: the help who lived, worked, and died there long ago,
Speaker 1: and the other was used as a final resting place
Speaker 1: of the landowners, whose headstones were much more elaborate than
Speaker 1: the simple stone markers on the other side of the lake.
Speaker 1: The surrounding land is heavily forested, the woods having long
Speaker 1: since reclaimed that Forlorn Hills its own, completely enveloping Burbank
Speaker 1: Hill and stretching down to be lost in the river
Speaker 1: bottoms of the Ohio. Many tales are told concerning this place,
Speaker 1: Tales of ghosts and strange lights flitting through the trees,
Speaker 1: strange and eerie noises coming from the woods, and other things.
Speaker 1: One fellow told me that while walking down the road
Speaker 1: in front of Burbanks Like one night back in the
Speaker 1: nineteen eighties, after one of his tires blew out, he
Speaker 1: was glad to see a light coming down the road
Speaker 1: traveling in his direction, Hoping to get a lift into town.
Speaker 1: He paused and waited, only to find that when the
Speaker 1: light approached him, it wasn't a vehicle at all, but
Speaker 1: a glowing old style wooden coffin floating down the middle
Speaker 1: of the road. In fact, so many ghostly encounters as
Speaker 1: said to have taken place there that the location eventually
Speaker 1: became known as Spook Hill. But it was the large
Speaker 1: lake there that piqued the interest to my three brothers
Speaker 1: and myself. It is, or was back then, a fairly
Speaker 1: good size, deep, and rumored for as long as we
Speaker 1: could remember to contain monster bass. The male members of
Speaker 1: my family have always been avid fishermen, so one day
Speaker 1: back in the summer nineteen eighty seven, we all made
Speaker 1: up our minds to grab a couple of friends, sneak
Speaker 1: in and finally go fish that lake. This was totally
Speaker 1: against our dad's better judgment. He told us that after
Speaker 1: he found out about our plan, he'd lived in a
Speaker 1: small old house that in the field below Burbank's Hill
Speaker 1: when he was younger and had been personally warned by
Speaker 1: mister Burbank himself never to let dark catch him outside
Speaker 1: on the property. He never said why, only that he
Speaker 1: had taken the advice and didn't stay there long before
Speaker 1: moving on. Still, he heard all the story about the
Speaker 1: place and took them seriously. Also, my older half brother
Speaker 1: Harold proceeded to tell us the story about the time
Speaker 1: he and his brother in law dug And went night
Speaker 1: fishing there in a john boat a few years prior.
Speaker 1: He claimed that every time the two tried to land
Speaker 1: the boat and come ashore to leave, the woods would
Speaker 1: simply irrupt with the sounds of breaking branches and heavy footsteps,
Speaker 1: forcing them to shove back out into the lake. It
Speaker 1: sounded like a herd of elephants was chomping around in there.
Speaker 1: He told us every attempt to leave the lake was
Speaker 1: met by this resistance, which frightened them both so badly
Speaker 1: they were forced to spend the entire night out in
Speaker 1: the middle of the lake. Only when dawn finally broke
Speaker 1: were the two allowed to leave, which they did in
Speaker 1: all haste, never to return. This intrigued me to no end,
Speaker 1: but the lure of catching monster bass was too enticing
Speaker 1: for us to resist, and so undeterred my brothers and
Speaker 1: I said about putting our plans into motion, completely disregarding
Speaker 1: the preponderance of good advice that we were just given.
Speaker 1: As young men often do, We arrived at the lake
Speaker 1: in the early afternoon and quickly headed through the trees
Speaker 1: down to the water's edge. One of our friends had
Speaker 1: been able to bring a one man bass boat with
Speaker 1: a small trolling motor. It could hold two people, but
Speaker 1: just barely. As there were six of us, four brothers
Speaker 1: and two friends, this meant that four of us would
Speaker 1: be confined to fishing from the banks. We found the
Speaker 1: place to be absolutely teeming with water moccasins, and not
Speaker 1: one of us had brought a weapon of any type,
Speaker 1: not even a walking stick, only fishing gear. Since we
Speaker 1: all wanted to fish on the far side of the lake,
Speaker 1: nearly everyone opted to be ferried across the lake one
Speaker 1: by one rather than walk through the tall grass and
Speaker 1: risk possible snake bite. Except for me and my younger
Speaker 1: brother Victor. We took off on foot, making cast through
Speaker 1: the brush as we went. Whatever possible with our plastic lures.
Speaker 1: It sook forever for the little motor to chug everyone
Speaker 1: across the lake. The day was made memorable from the offset,
Speaker 1: as about two thirds of the way across the lake,
Speaker 1: I got my lure hung up in a tree limb,
Speaker 1: and in trying to get it free without breaking the line,
Speaker 1: ended up with a lure getting stuck in my face.
Speaker 1: It took a good deal of time and wirecutters from
Speaker 1: the tackle box to free me from my unfortunate condition.
Speaker 1: Let me tell you, but I did manage to save
Speaker 1: that lure. By the time we'd all made it to
Speaker 1: the other side, it was already afternoon, and the sun
Speaker 1: was already making a rapid descent below the trees behind us.
Speaker 1: We fished a while longer without much luck. I remember
Speaker 1: catching one large mouth that weighed a couple of pounds,
Speaker 1: and before we knew it, darkness was fast approaching. I
Speaker 1: quickly realized that we weren't set up for any nighttime fishing.
Speaker 1: We had no flashlights or lanterns of any kind, but
Speaker 1: for some reason, we'd thought to bring along about a
Speaker 1: half a gallon of kerosene in a plastic milk jug.
Speaker 1: My older brother who had been hogging the bass boat
Speaker 1: with a family friend all afternoon, finally uttered into shore
Speaker 1: and began the task of taking everyone back across the
Speaker 1: lake one at a time. This took about thirty to
Speaker 1: forty minutes round trip, with five trips to be made
Speaker 1: in total. Not one of us was willing to walk
Speaker 1: back around the lake into the road after dark. Vic
Speaker 1: and I had seen seven or eight water moccasins on
Speaker 1: our trip around the lake already, and that was in
Speaker 1: broad daylight. As it turned out, complete darkness fell, with
Speaker 1: just me and Victor remaining on the far side of
Speaker 1: the lake. We had that half gallon of caro scene
Speaker 1: and it earlier gathered what wood we could find, which
Speaker 1: was precious little and mostly wet since it had drained
Speaker 1: hard there a couple of days previously, and we used
Speaker 1: it to build a small campfire. We were sitting there
Speaker 1: bemoaning how ill conceived this trip was when all of
Speaker 1: the night's sounds seemed to stop at once, and an
Speaker 1: unearthly silence settled over us. The frogs and crickets, even
Speaker 1: the insects seemed utterly silent and still. Then suddenly that
Speaker 1: silence was broken by the deafening sounds of breaking branches,
Speaker 1: falling trees, and thunderous footsteps erupting from the woods in
Speaker 1: front of us. It was a terrifyingly loud commotion, and
Speaker 1: we both jumped our feet in fear. I have never
Speaker 1: before since been so frightened by any type of sound.
Speaker 1: It was looking back, totally unlike either of us to
Speaker 1: react in such a manner. Perhaps it was a cause
Speaker 1: that that first limb fracture. We both knew immediately while
Speaker 1: was out there in the darkness of those haunted woods.
Speaker 1: We both knew that there was only one extremely large
Speaker 1: animal in Kentucky that would theare approach men and fire
Speaker 1: at night, One animal that arrived with the sound of
Speaker 1: uprooting trees and breaking limbs, bigfoot. Worse, the sounds soon
Speaker 1: began to come from behind us and to our riote
Speaker 1: as well, and they were getting closer. There were no
Speaker 1: vocalizations of any kind. We heard, no grunts, no growls,
Speaker 1: not even the sound of heavy breathing, just the ground
Speaker 1: shaking footfalls and the terrific explosions of breaking tree limbs
Speaker 1: all around us. Even though there now sounded like at
Speaker 1: least four impossibly heavy creatures attempting to surround us. We
Speaker 1: thought we were both going to die that night without
Speaker 1: a doubt, and I still count myself lucky to have
Speaker 1: made it out of their live. We could see nothing
Speaker 1: beyond the light of our meager campfire, as it was
Speaker 1: completely dark now with no moon and heavy cloud cover.
Speaker 1: The sounds were staying just outside the circle of firelight.
Speaker 1: And as the fire faded and the sounds got quite close,
Speaker 1: I threw some kerosene onto the fire, determined to at
Speaker 1: least see what was about to eat us. Both the
Speaker 1: fuel ignited and the fire flared up, briefly, illuminating an
Speaker 1: area of about thirty to forty feet or more in
Speaker 1: all directions. We saw nothing. The light only lasted for
Speaker 1: a few seconds, then it subsided, plunging gas surroundings back
Speaker 1: into utter darkness. When this happened, the sounds would start
Speaker 1: to approach again. Over and over. This happened every time.
Speaker 1: I let the sounds come closer and closer to us,
Speaker 1: a little closer each time, then threw some more fuel
Speaker 1: onto the shrinking fire, washing the woods in sudden firelight.
Speaker 1: Each time that I did this, all the sounds would
Speaker 1: immediately stop for a couple seconds. Didn't resume. As soon
Speaker 1: as the light faded. We never did see a thing,
Speaker 1: not even a single eye shine, and the caro scene
Speaker 1: didn't last too long. When the sounds once again got
Speaker 1: very close to us, this last time at a distance
Speaker 1: of what sounded to be no more than ten feet
Speaker 1: or less away, I threw the last of the fuel
Speaker 1: onto the fire. There was nothing there now. We'd been
Speaker 1: yelling and making a good sized noise of our own
Speaker 1: to no avail. It seemed that only the light was
Speaker 1: holding our would be attackers at bay, but our small
Speaker 1: fire was fading fast. Soon it was reduced to a
Speaker 1: tiny flame at one end of a small wet branch,
Speaker 1: and the noises were closing in once again. The smaller
Speaker 1: the light became, the closer the ungodly racket approached. I
Speaker 1: grabbed the burning twig and held it up in front
Speaker 1: of me as we walked backwards down towards the water
Speaker 1: to our left, the only direction that was currently an option,
Speaker 1: and told my little brother, get ready to swim for
Speaker 1: your life. I'm ready, he said, I'm ready. I'm ready.
Speaker 1: The noises followed us down to the lake amazingly, even
Speaker 1: where the area had very few or no trees. It
Speaker 1: now sounded like invisible branches were being broken and tossed
Speaker 1: around by invisible beings. Lucky for us, just as we
Speaker 1: were about to get wet, we heard the sound of
Speaker 1: our brother on the boat shouting his approach. We yelled
Speaker 1: back for him to hurry. When he reached us, we
Speaker 1: were in a state of extreme agitation, to say the least.
Speaker 1: He wanted to know who was next. We're both next,
Speaker 1: I exclaimed, No way, bubb He said, this boat barely
Speaker 1: holds two people. Three will sink it for sure. Then
Speaker 1: all three of us will be swimming together. I said.
Speaker 1: To put it simply, we found out that night that
Speaker 1: a one man boat can actually carry three people in emergency.
Speaker 1: None of us ever returned to Burbank's Lake after that