Speaker 1: My brother in law and his wife live in East Texas,
Speaker 1: out in what we affectionately call the Boonies. I guess
Speaker 1: boondocks would be the technical term. They live in a
Speaker 1: farmhouse on top of a hill, looking down into an
Speaker 1: open meadow with pine woods beyond that. It's beautiful and
Speaker 1: it's peaceful there, well, it used to be. Last fall,
Speaker 1: my husband and I went to their home so my
Speaker 1: husband could help his brother with some carpentry work. This
Speaker 1: is not my forte, so I decided to take the mule.
Speaker 1: I think that's the term for a four wheel type
Speaker 1: vehicle that you can haul stuff with, although I think
Speaker 1: I would have preferred an actual mule because the mechanical
Speaker 1: one I rode was about as smooth as taking a
Speaker 1: spin and a washing machine, not that I've ever done that.
Speaker 1: I took some trash bag so that I could gather
Speaker 1: pine needles to use my chicken coop and garden. After
Speaker 1: an hour of bouncing up and down on that hard seat,
Speaker 1: I found a great spot to gather up some pine needles.
Speaker 1: It was at the back of their property, where there
Speaker 1: are a lot of trees in a creek that zig
Speaker 1: zags back and forth across the property. It was a
Speaker 1: beautiful fall day. The only thing I was concerned about
Speaker 1: at this time was watching for snakes as I gathered
Speaker 1: the pine needles, and I love listening to the birds
Speaker 1: seeing as I went about my work. I had gathered
Speaker 1: a lot of pine needles and loaded them on the mule,
Speaker 1: and I was still wishing it was the four legged
Speaker 1: kind of mule. I decided to walk for a little
Speaker 1: while before I bounced back to the house, thinking maybe
Speaker 1: I could somehow use one of the bags as a cushion.
Speaker 1: I'd been walking for about a half an hour and
Speaker 1: had come to a washed out area that made sandy
Speaker 1: high banks on each side. The banks were fifteen feet tall.
Speaker 1: There were several rocks exposed from the creek flooding, I guess,
Speaker 1: and some of the rocks were really pretty, so I
Speaker 1: amused myself by digging around and looking for neat rocks.
Speaker 1: Now I had been doing this for a while when
Speaker 1: I noticed everything got real quiet. It was then that
Speaker 1: I heard a rustling coming from the top of one
Speaker 1: of the banks. I couldn't see anything from where I was,
Speaker 1: so I just froze, waiting to see what was going
Speaker 1: to happen. And then I smelled it. It was horrible smell.
Speaker 1: It was the worst thing I've ever smelled in my life.
Speaker 1: It was a combination of cat poop, smelly old mop water,
Speaker 1: and skunk that had been dead in the road for
Speaker 1: a while. And then the rustling stopped. I was getting
Speaker 1: nervous now, thinking it was a wild hog, because I've
Speaker 1: heard they can be mean. I decided just to stay
Speaker 1: still and hope it would go away, not that my
Speaker 1: legs would have worked right then anyway. And then I
Speaker 1: heard the oddest sound. It sounded like someone clucking like
Speaker 1: a chicken. It was comical and amusing, and I wondered
Speaker 1: what in the world was going on. A million things
Speaker 1: flashed through your mind. I began to think that I
Speaker 1: was going to be murdered by a mad clown that
Speaker 1: thinks he's a chicken. I leaned up against the bank
Speaker 1: and still hoping it would go away, and then a
Speaker 1: rifle shot rang out, and it sounded like a cannon,
Speaker 1: and it was followed by a big thud, and then
Speaker 1: I heard voices. There were men's voices talking. I was
Speaker 1: thinking that it was the hunters and they had shot
Speaker 1: the hog, and one of them said, damn, good shot.
Speaker 1: You got that, Sorry devil, Steve, You're one crazy son
Speaker 1: of a gun. I can't believe that stupid chicken dance
Speaker 1: of your still works. And then one said to get
Speaker 1: the head. And I heard a chopping noise and a
Speaker 1: thud and a thunk and a thud, and something came
Speaker 1: rolling down the bank and it was the head. It
Speaker 1: was a huge, ugly, hairy but it wasn't a hog.
Speaker 1: All I could do was stand there frozen, thinking, there
Speaker 1: really are bigfoot creatures in these woods. No, it can't be.
Speaker 1: I must be having a stroke, I thought. I was
Speaker 1: jerked back to reality by someone saying, you go get it.
Speaker 1: You're the one that dropped it. The next thing I know,
Speaker 1: here comes a man scrambling down the bank with a
Speaker 1: burlap sack. In kind of a Southern voice. He said,
Speaker 1: excuse me, ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you, dear,
Speaker 1: but I really do need to get that head that
Speaker 1: I dropped. He came over and he shook my hand,
Speaker 1: introducing himself as Steve Lily. He gave me his thanks
Speaker 1: and said they were sorry to have bothered me. He
Speaker 1: picked up the head and put it in the sack,
Speaker 1: and then he tipped his hat and he said, well
Speaker 1: by now, and he climbed back up the bank. And
Speaker 1: that's how I met Bigfoot and the hero named Steve
Speaker 1: Lily that apparently saved me from a Bigfoot. It's been
Speaker 1: seventeen years since this incident took place. Until recently, we
Speaker 1: had not discussed what happened to the five of us
Speaker 1: while camping at Bailey Cove Campground. It always felt like
Speaker 1: a taboo subject to bring up. This past Mother's Day
Speaker 1: in twenty twenty one, we were able to get all
Speaker 1: of our adult kids to travel home to celebrate their mother.
Speaker 1: We had a great visit with everyone, and one of
Speaker 1: the big topics of discussion was our upcoming camping trip
Speaker 1: into the Sierra Nevadas. Later that evening, we were all
Speaker 1: out on the patio talking about the upcoming camping trip
Speaker 1: when my youngest spoke up and said, hopefully we don't
Speaker 1: have any unwelcome visitors this time. Everyone laughed, and then
Speaker 1: my oldest spoke out, Hey, Dad, what do you really
Speaker 1: think happened to us that time on Shasta Late Oh Man,
Speaker 1: I thought to myself, please let this be going in
Speaker 1: the direction that I I have wanted it to go.
Speaker 1: For the last seventeen years. What trip does Shasta Lak
Speaker 1: are you talking about? I ask Dad? Everyone said, are
Speaker 1: you talking about the Bailey Cove campground trip? Yes? That trip,
Speaker 1: said everyone. I glanced at my son and daughter in
Speaker 1: laws and saw a bit of confusion in their faces.
Speaker 1: So I said, let's talk about it, but maybe we
Speaker 1: should start at the beginning, so folks here that weren't
Speaker 1: present at the time can better understand what happened. The
Speaker 1: next ninety minutes was great. I started off the conversation
Speaker 1: and we all took turns telling what we remembered happening.
Speaker 1: I think it was good therapy for all of us
Speaker 1: to talk about it. September tenth, two thousand and four,
Speaker 1: would forever change our young family and the belief that
Speaker 1: only four legged creatures live in the wilderness. Our family
Speaker 1: had a summer routine of two camping trips each year.
Speaker 1: September approached in two thousand and four, we had not
Speaker 1: been able to go camping yet. It had been a
Speaker 1: busy summer. My wife mentioned that she wanted to plan
Speaker 1: a quick camping trip to Shasta Lake for the following weekend. Well.
Speaker 1: I thought it was great idea because I had the
Speaker 1: next Saturday through Monday off from work. We just needed
Speaker 1: to decide what campground we wanted to use. My wife
Speaker 1: suggested Bailey Cove Campground because it was only a twenty
Speaker 1: minute drive. Now I was able to get the reservations
Speaker 1: with no problems. We arrived at Bailey Cove Campground and
Speaker 1: checked in with the park ranger, who told us not
Speaker 1: many folks were there and we could choose our own campsite.
Speaker 1: We got the trailer backed onto the pad. Not long
Speaker 1: after we were cooking hot dogs over the campfire, and
Speaker 1: then we got the kids ready for bed and tucked in. Afterward,
Speaker 1: I joined my wife out by the fire pit. We
Speaker 1: stayed up for another couple of hours, enjoyed the evening.
Speaker 1: Once the flames had died down, I doused the coals
Speaker 1: with water, and by eleven thirty PM we were all asleep.
Speaker 1: At some point in the middle of the night, a
Speaker 1: loud cracking sound woke me. A large branch was snapped
Speaker 1: off a nearby a tree. It was loud and I
Speaker 1: could hardly believe I was the only person awake. I
Speaker 1: thought about shaking my wife away, but it was quiet outside. Now,
Speaker 1: maybe I had imagined that loud noise. I lay there
Speaker 1: on my back with my eyes wide open and listening,
Speaker 1: and all I could hear was my heart beating. And
Speaker 1: then I thought that was no sound at all. I
Speaker 1: must have dreamed it. It was freakishly quiet though there
Speaker 1: were no crickets, no breeze, no traffic sounds. It was
Speaker 1: almost suffocating. That's the only way I can describe it.
Speaker 1: And then I heard the sound of footsteps on pine
Speaker 1: needles and twigs. Whatever it was, it was toward us.
Speaker 1: My imagination was starting to mess with me too many
Speaker 1: CSI Las Vegas episodes with a crazed killer on the loose.
Speaker 1: I guess it was most likely a deer. I thought
Speaker 1: maybe a bear or a raccoon. So I closed my
Speaker 1: eyes and I think I fell back to sleep. But
Speaker 1: what happened next is when things got real. My eyes
Speaker 1: opened with a loud, crunching sound of something walking on
Speaker 1: the crushed rock that surrounded the asphalt pad, and I
Speaker 1: sat straight up. I noticed that my wife and son
Speaker 1: were now moving and confused. One of the kids asked
Speaker 1: about the sounds. It's probably a bear, I said. Whatever
Speaker 1: was outside started walking slowly back and forth in the
Speaker 1: crushed rock, I could tell it was heavy. My wife's
Speaker 1: white knuckle grasp on my arm was intense. She finally
Speaker 1: spoke up and said, it sounds like person walking, not
Speaker 1: a bear. That's exactly what I thought, but I played
Speaker 1: it off again as a bear, and through the mesh
Speaker 1: screen we couldn't see anything moving. Now. Finally, I said,
Speaker 1: whoever's outside, you need to leave now. I'm armed and
Speaker 1: we're about to call the police. That only woke up
Speaker 1: our two daughters and the youngest one immediately since the
Speaker 1: tension of the situation, and she started crying. I told
Speaker 1: my wife to call nine to one one, and she
Speaker 1: asked me if I was really armed, and I told
Speaker 1: her to know that I had left the handgun locked
Speaker 1: up in the truck. Whatever was out there ignored my
Speaker 1: demands anyway, and the pacing increased. There was no cell
Speaker 1: service where we were. I couldn't believe how close we
Speaker 1: were to civilization with no cell service. You know, twenty
Speaker 1: years later, nothing's really changed. It was two thirty am
Speaker 1: at this point and all five of us were in
Speaker 1: the die in Nette area. I double checked to make
Speaker 1: sure the flimsy camper door was locked, and I grabbed
Speaker 1: the flashlight I called out again, and the pacing back
Speaker 1: and forth stopped. One of the kids said, Dad, you
Speaker 1: should go outside and check to see if it's still there. Well,
Speaker 1: I didn't know what to say. I had to figure
Speaker 1: out a reply that made me sound like the protector
Speaker 1: of the family, but gave me any excuse for not
Speaker 1: going outside. I was about to speak when something or
Speaker 1: someone tried to open the door. Everyone freaked out, and
Speaker 1: the screaming inside the camper was deafening. I have never
Speaker 1: felt such fear in my life. I felt certain we
Speaker 1: were all going to die a horrible death. I really
Speaker 1: did feel powerless. Whatever was outside was now grunting and
Speaker 1: breathing heavy. Feeling like my next move was going to
Speaker 1: save us, I started zipping up all the windows actually,
Speaker 1: like that would protect us. Next, a loud slap from
Speaker 1: the side of the camper happened. It was near the
Speaker 1: back and on the same side as the door. One
Speaker 1: of the kids yelled at Dad, do something. I didn't
Speaker 1: know what to do. There's not a worse feeling as
Speaker 1: a father when you can't protect your loved ones. The
Speaker 1: next thing this monster did was a slap dead center
Speaker 1: on the roof of the camper. And then it scraped
Speaker 1: its fingers across the top, like fingernails across the chalkboard.
Speaker 1: Screams for help came from all of us inside the camper.
Speaker 1: My ears were ringing from the extreme decibel levels coming
Speaker 1: from everyone's cries. And then I heard footsteps in the
Speaker 1: crush rock again. I tried to get everyone to quiet
Speaker 1: down so I could listen. It was relatively quiet except
Speaker 1: for the heavy breathing and sniffing from inside the camper.
Speaker 1: I thought I heard a couple of small branches break
Speaker 1: and few faint footsteps heading up the steep hill. Maybe
Speaker 1: it was leaving. Everything was silent for five minutes, and
Speaker 1: I told my wife what I wanted to do next.
Speaker 1: My plan was to run to the pickup and drive
Speaker 1: off as quickly as possible with the trailer in tow,
Speaker 1: and get to the ranger station and then go from there. No,
Speaker 1: I had not unhooked the trailer from the truck. She
Speaker 1: liked the plan, and we explained to the kids what
Speaker 1: we were about to do. Trying to quietly open the
Speaker 1: camper door wasn't going as planned. Usually the thing just
Speaker 1: swung open at the slightest turn of the handle, but
Speaker 1: it didn't this time, so I turned the knob fully
Speaker 1: down to the open position and gave the door a
Speaker 1: pop with my right shoulder. The door popped open and
Speaker 1: flew out of my grip, smashing into the side of
Speaker 1: the camper. I rolled out onto the asphalt, and I
Speaker 1: sprinted like an Olympic hurdler, jumping over the fire pit
Speaker 1: and a chain or two as I headed around the
Speaker 1: front of the truck. Just as I got to the
Speaker 1: truck door, a blood curdling scream blew up the night.
Speaker 1: It was so deafening and long that it made my
Speaker 1: insides churn. It scared me so bad that I dropped
Speaker 1: the keys. I finally found them, and I fumbled to
Speaker 1: get the correct key and get it into the walk.
Speaker 1: I was doing all of this in the dark. Then
Speaker 1: the next scream came. You could not tell where this
Speaker 1: monster was. It sounded like it was coming from every direction.
Speaker 1: The truck started and I threw it into drive and
Speaker 1: floored the gas and I went forward a foot or two,
Speaker 1: and then the tires began to spin. That's when I
Speaker 1: remembered the wheels on the trailer were choked. I put
Speaker 1: the truck in reverse and backed up a little, and
Speaker 1: then put it back into drive and said, hold on, guys,
Speaker 1: and I pushed the gas pedal to the floor. The
Speaker 1: truck shuddered and the trailer launched into the air like
Speaker 1: a kid jumping a BMX bike. And in the glow
Speaker 1: of the tail lights, I could see that the trailer
Speaker 1: was still behind the truck. And I kept the hammer
Speaker 1: down as best as I could on the narrow road.
Speaker 1: And when we got near the ranger station, I pulled
Speaker 1: to the side and then ran back to get my family.
Speaker 1: The door on the camper flew open, almost hitting me
Speaker 1: in the face. You've never seen a wife and three
Speaker 1: young kids sprint so quickly, and they dove into the cabin.
Speaker 1: I yelled to my wife to get behind the wheel
Speaker 1: and lock the doors while I unhooked the trailer, and
Speaker 1: in thirty seconds I was back at the truck and
Speaker 1: I met my oldest daughter's crying face at the window
Speaker 1: as she unlocked the door. Let's get the hell out
Speaker 1: of here, I said. As I slammed the door shut.
Speaker 1: My wife fish tailed up the road for two hundred feet.
Speaker 1: We climbed the winding road faster than any vehicle should
Speaker 1: be allowed. The crying now was because we had escaped
Speaker 1: whatever it was that had terrified us. What should have
Speaker 1: been a twenty three minute drive home took much less time.
Speaker 1: Our youngest daughter, who was and still is the family's
Speaker 1: back seat driver from hell, chimed up and said, Dad,
Speaker 1: it's okay that she's going fast. We just want to
Speaker 1: get home. We made it home in ready and pulled
Speaker 1: into our driveway just minutes after four am. Everyone rushed
Speaker 1: into the house, and I locked up the truck and
Speaker 1: headed for the front door. Once in the house, everyone
Speaker 1: had their pillows and blankets from their beds on the
Speaker 1: living room floor. Everyone laid there with their eyes wide open.
Speaker 1: I asked if anyone wanted to talk about what we
Speaker 1: had just experienced. Nobody said a word. That was fine
Speaker 1: with me. I didn't want to talk about it anyway.
Speaker 1: Everyone eventually dozed off. It was the phone that woke
Speaker 1: the next morning at eight o'clock. It was the park ranger.
Speaker 1: She seemed concerned. Our camper trailer was left in the
Speaker 1: middle of the park road and our campsite was in
Speaker 1: total disarray. I apologized, and I told her that I'd
Speaker 1: be there soon to clean everything up. As I backed
Speaker 1: up the truck, to the tent trailer. I saw the
Speaker 1: ranger was there waiting, and I told her I'd have
Speaker 1: our mess cleaned up within twenty minutes and be gone.
Speaker 1: She didn't seem too concerned about the mess, but more
Speaker 1: concerned about why we left so quick. She mentioned that
Speaker 1: the other family in the campground had packed up too
Speaker 1: and left before she arrived at seven thirty am. She
Speaker 1: said that they were supposed to have stayed another five
Speaker 1: days and she hadn't been able to contact them by phone.
Speaker 1: I told her that we had had a couple of
Speaker 1: bears the night before, and they were not the normal
Speaker 1: friendly type we usually see while camping here. I pretty
Speaker 1: much kept it at that, and our camp site well,
Speaker 1: isn't really that bad. One of the older lounge chairs
Speaker 1: was completely bent, and one of the large air mattresses
Speaker 1: that I had blown up before dinner had been ripped
Speaker 1: in half. I was five minutes from being finished with
Speaker 1: loading up when the ranger's truck pulled up alongside mine.
Speaker 1: She commented on how quickly I had loaded up. I
Speaker 1: felt like she was trying to get me to talk
Speaker 1: about what happened. I continued throwing stuff in the back
Speaker 1: of the truck, and I started to cover it up
Speaker 1: with a tart. I was just about to say goodbye
Speaker 1: when she asked me where the iron grate insert for
Speaker 1: the campfire pit was. Well, I didn't know where it was.
Speaker 1: It was there last night, I said, when we had
Speaker 1: our campfire. Well, it's missing. Now. If you can't find it,
Speaker 1: we're going to have to bill you for a replacement.
Speaker 1: She said, go ahead and bail me. I said, because
Speaker 1: I'm not looking for it. And I jumped in the
Speaker 1: truck and I left. The ranger called the house the
Speaker 1: next afternoon to let me know that the firepit grate
Speaker 1: had been found. It was two hundred feet away from
Speaker 1: our camp site. She made a big deal on how
Speaker 1: strange it was for that to have happened, and she
Speaker 1: asked me what really happened, And I told her those
Speaker 1: bears were just a couple of real pranksters, I guess,
Speaker 1: and I said goodbye and I hung up. After I
Speaker 1: hung up, I wondered about the things that had happened
Speaker 1: that could not be explained. The heaviness of the bipedal steps,
Speaker 1: the slap on the middle of the roof that was
Speaker 1: eight feet tall, and the turning of the doorknob on
Speaker 1: the trailer, ignoring the threat of being shot, the sustained guttural,
Speaker 1: ear piercing screams and the howls, and the feeling of
Speaker 1: immense dread and shock I had. Why did that other
Speaker 1: family leave five days early? Did they have a visit
Speaker 1: as well? I'm sure they heard the insanely loud screams
Speaker 1: maybe most of all, How does a fifty pound, one
Speaker 1: inch thick iron grate travel two hundred feet up a hill?
Speaker 1: I don't think a bear would do that. Well, that's
Speaker 1: my story, and it feels good to write this down
Speaker 1: and share our story with people who won't judge us
Speaker 1: as freaks. This event really happened, And even though I've
Speaker 1: injected a little humor here and there, it was absolutely
Speaker 1: nothing funny when this happened. Maybe the humor I used
Speaker 1: is a self protection mechanism that helped me pin this
Speaker 1: on paper. He says, I'm a truck driver and I've
Speaker 1: driven all over and I've seen a lot, but there's
Speaker 1: one piece of road from Coos, Texas, over to Conrod,
Speaker 1: Texas that I'll never drive again, not after what I
Speaker 1: saw that night. I was driving the highway when something
Speaker 1: hit the road with a boom. There was a full moon,
Speaker 1: so I could see it was there, but it wasn't
Speaker 1: until I got a ways down the road that my
Speaker 1: headlights hit the body of a two hundred pound pig
Speaker 1: with its back quarter chewed off. I was just beginning
Speaker 1: to register what I was looking at when something jumped
Speaker 1: up out of the ditch and crossed both lanes in
Speaker 1: one step. I was pulling a flat bed with a
Speaker 1: load of lumber, and I'd just come around the corner,
Speaker 1: so I was only going five miles per hour. The
Speaker 1: ditch there was about six feet deep. When it stood
Speaker 1: up on two legs, I nearly lost control of my bowels.
Speaker 1: Even standing down in the ditch, there was at least
Speaker 1: four or five feet of upper body clearly above the roadway.
Speaker 1: It was covered in long, shaggy red hair with arms
Speaker 1: that reached down to its knees. It meandered along like
Speaker 1: it didn't even care I was there, swinging its arms
Speaker 1: and walking with a weird gait. I will never forget.
Speaker 1: The only words I can find to describe it are
Speaker 1: werewolf on steroids. Not long after that, I moved to
Speaker 1: Buena Buena, Buna, Buna, Texas. My next door. Neighbor's dad
Speaker 1: had passed away and left him his truck. I was
Speaker 1: parked behind the trailer I was living in, and we
Speaker 1: were using it for part storage. One night, I heard
Speaker 1: a bunch of rattling out there, and I assumed it
Speaker 1: was my neighbor digging some parts out until I smelled
Speaker 1: an odor coming through my window air conditioner that was
Speaker 1: like a rotten skunk sweat running through a backup sewer.
Speaker 1: I know this guy was probably scared, but oh man,
Speaker 1: the the way you guys described these smells are just awesome.
Speaker 1: They're just awesome. Uh. He said. It burned his eyes,
Speaker 1: and it burned his nose. It even burned my throat.
Speaker 1: It was out there for three or four minutes. The
Speaker 1: smell was so bad and so strong that I couldn't
Speaker 1: even take a breath. Worse yet, I was afraid to
Speaker 1: move and attract the attention of whatever was out there.
Speaker 1: Because the windows in those little house trailers aren't more
Speaker 1: than a sixteenth of an inch thick. It wouldn't have
Speaker 1: taken much to peel that window open like a sardine can,
Speaker 1: and I wasn't about to be a sardine. The next morning,
Speaker 1: I went out and walked around the trailer to see
Speaker 1: if I could find anything that might tell me what
Speaker 1: had been there the night I keep thinking about this. Ooh,
Speaker 1: I'm sorry, y'all. I'm just gonna leave this in because
Speaker 1: I gotta move on. Okay, where was I? The next morning,
Speaker 1: I went out and walked around the trailer to see
Speaker 1: if I could find anything that might tell me what
Speaker 1: had been out there the night before. Under the kitchen window,
Speaker 1: I found a footprint. I've never seen one like it before.
Speaker 1: It had three toes with long claw indentions in the dirt.
Speaker 1: The size of it sent a shiver down my spine.
Speaker 1: I took a picture of it, but I don't know
Speaker 1: where it's at. It could be on a computer I
Speaker 1: have that's broken right now, or maybe a on an
Speaker 1: old cell phone. Either way, it's probably lost forever. My
Speaker 1: trailer was just off of ninety six, heading out of town,
Speaker 1: and there were just a few houses and then nothing
Speaker 1: but forest. My two neighbors, the guy down the road,
Speaker 1: and I all owned dogs. I had three, and my
Speaker 1: neighbors each had dogs, and the guy down the road
Speaker 1: had two pit bulls. Three weeks after I found the footprint,
Speaker 1: every one of those dogs, except my little rat terrier
Speaker 1: was found dead. Not too long after that, I had
Speaker 1: gone over to visit my friend and his wife. They
Speaker 1: lived about fifty yards over from my trailer, off the
Speaker 1: main road. I got there at eight o'clock, so it
Speaker 1: was already dark when I stepped through their French doors
Speaker 1: into the deck for a cigarette. I was scanning the
Speaker 1: tree line about twenty feet away when I saw a
Speaker 1: pair of red eyes staring back at me. They had
Speaker 1: to be nine feet off the ground. I stared at
Speaker 1: it for what felt like in a turity, but was
Speaker 1: probably only a few seconds, and then I turned around
Speaker 1: and went back inside right away. My friend asked me
Speaker 1: why I came back in so quickly. I didn't know
Speaker 1: what to say, so I told him I forgot my lighter.
Speaker 1: We went back out together with a couple of beers,
Speaker 1: but the eyes were gone by then. I can't help
Speaker 1: but wonder why I have these encounters. The first time
Speaker 1: I saw one was north of Roanokee, Virginia. After that,
Speaker 1: I didn't go outside at night for a long time.
Speaker 1: After the incidents in Buena or Buna, a medicine man
Speaker 1: and a healer told me that I had great powers
Speaker 1: and that's why I see them. They're drawn to me
Speaker 1: for healing. The worst part is the dark forces and
Speaker 1: the demons, but that story is for another time. Oh
Speaker 1: to the writer, what a great story. You really do
Speaker 1: seem to attract these things. I mean, I counted one
Speaker 1: to three encounters in your lifetime. And you know there's
Speaker 1: people like me who never see anything. So I'm a
Speaker 1: little jealous in a way. And you might say, well,
Speaker 1: think about what you wish for, But I really do
Speaker 1: wish I could see one. I do. I'm not lying.
Speaker 1: I really wish I could see one. But thank you
Speaker 1: for writing this. We had to edit it a little bit,
Speaker 1: but it wound up being just a fantastic story to
Speaker 1: share it and I really appreciate the man taking the
Speaker 1: time to write it down and send it to me.
Speaker 1: Thank you, sir,