Speaker 1: All right, here's a story or an email with a
Speaker 1: story from I don't know how to pronounce her name.
Speaker 1: It's spelled Dha and a Dana, Dahnnahnah, Dohnnah, Johanna, do Hannah, Hannah, Dana.
Speaker 1: I think it's Dana. I'm just playing. It's a pretty name,
Speaker 1: she writes. Hello. My name is Dana and I live
Speaker 1: in the Pacific Northwest in a small town in Washington.
Speaker 1: My husband and I have a story to tell that
Speaker 1: happened to us in twenty and fifteen. In November. We
Speaker 1: had moved into an off grid RV park alongside the
Speaker 1: Lewis and Columbia River in April of that year, and
Speaker 1: during the summer we began exploring the wooded area behind
Speaker 1: the park. In the fall, I started having the uneasy
Speaker 1: feeling that we were being watched, but I never saw
Speaker 1: anything out of the ordinary. When winter came, we had
Speaker 1: stocked up supplies and were preparing to deal with the
Speaker 1: cold weather coming on. We would not go in the
Speaker 1: woods hiking around, but around the third week in November,
Speaker 1: we noticed unusual activity going on. The area got quiet
Speaker 1: and I never heard so much as a frog croaking,
Speaker 1: and that's when I knew we were being watched. My
Speaker 1: husband and I were woken up to feel something large
Speaker 1: slap the side of our trailer from the backside. Our
Speaker 1: bedroom faced the woods, and it seemed that the woods
Speaker 1: amplified the sound, then the sound of something moving around outside.
Speaker 1: Neither of us dared to step foot outside, nor would
Speaker 1: we allow our animals out. We could hear branches breaking
Speaker 1: in the woods behind us, and a little later we
Speaker 1: heard screams that would scare the Bejesus out of us. This,
Speaker 1: unfortunately was not the end, because whatever was out there
Speaker 1: terrified the dogs in the camp, and I heard more
Speaker 1: than one screaming as it was killed. That happened at
Speaker 1: least three nights in a row. The screams from this
Speaker 1: creature could be heard from near the river and would
Speaker 1: start from around nine pm until three or four am
Speaker 1: in the morning. We didn't sleep much during this time.
Speaker 1: Then the third night, this creature came around again, and
Speaker 1: this time it shoved at the trailer. My husband was
Speaker 1: alone at the time, so I only had this accounting
Speaker 1: for this incident, but it scared him to death. I
Speaker 1: came home from staying over at a friend's house and
Speaker 1: gave her heads up. She was skeptical, but didn't outright
Speaker 1: call me a liar. That night, the whooping and screaming
Speaker 1: went on again and again, and I heard dogs barking fiercely.
Speaker 1: Pretty soon, a neighbor living on the other side of
Speaker 1: the park grabbed his gun and emptied a magazine in
Speaker 1: the general direction of where it was. I didn't return
Speaker 1: after that. There was one rumor that said bear tracks
Speaker 1: were found, but I doubt that was it. Bears don't
Speaker 1: scream and whook. But the most bizarre and scary point
Speaker 1: of this whole encounter was when my husband and I
Speaker 1: and our cats heard heavy pounding steps that literally shook
Speaker 1: the ground behind our trailer. We also had a swampy
Speaker 1: area behind the trailer that filled whenever the heavy rains came.
Speaker 1: My cat went on guard duty during that time and
Speaker 1: would lay between me and the window at any rate.
Speaker 1: My husband and I have talked to quite a few
Speaker 1: folks at the RV part, and the odd thing was
Speaker 1: none of them claimed to hear or see anything out
Speaker 1: of the ordinary. We still live at that part. We've
Speaker 1: heard no more unusual activity, but have gone into the
Speaker 1: woods only during the daylight. We look up at the trees,
Speaker 1: and it does not appear that something very large passed
Speaker 1: through there. High branches are broken, and large trees are
Speaker 1: toppled over and right in the middle of the woods.
Speaker 1: That was enough, plus our experience, to make believers out
Speaker 1: of my husband and I. The end, Oh wow, that's
Speaker 1: a good story. You know. The strange thing about that
Speaker 1: is you have all this stuff going on around around
Speaker 1: your trailer. And I'm assuming that the camper trailers I'm
Speaker 1: sure they're fifth wheels or you know, big box trailers
Speaker 1: are probably fairly close together. I mean, you can probably
Speaker 1: see neighbor after neighbor, and all of this noise, all
Speaker 1: this racket, this thing slapping the side of your your
Speaker 1: caravan or your trailer, and nobody else in the whole
Speaker 1: place has any idea what's going on. They don't they
Speaker 1: don't hear it. The thing doesn't slap their trailer. But
Speaker 1: you seem to know what this thing was. Plus that
Speaker 1: premonition that you had of something watching you, you know,
Speaker 1: sometimes that sixth sense tells it all. This was a
Speaker 1: great story. Dana, Dha and A. I'm very sorry if
Speaker 1: I butchered the way to pronounce your name, but it's
Speaker 1: it's spelled pretty it's spell and I think it's Dana.
Speaker 1: All right, Well, thanks Dana for the email. It was
Speaker 1: really great. Here is an email from Ted and here's
Speaker 1: what he writes. I'm not just a fair weather camper
Speaker 1: and fisherman. I love the outdoors and exploring it. And
Speaker 1: this is a true story. I'm now fifty eight years old.
Speaker 1: On this evening, I was in my mid forties. My
Speaker 1: wife and I used to camp a lot in a
Speaker 1: big one ton truck and a camper rig that we own,
Speaker 1: And on this evening, myself and my friend Tom had
Speaker 1: just made camp on the edge of a secluded lake
Speaker 1: midway up Vancouver Island on the coast of British Columbia.
Speaker 1: We left our wives at an event in the town
Speaker 1: of Nanimo and we were going to continue on up
Speaker 1: the island. Okay, there's nothing funny about that sentence. However,
Speaker 1: I think it's funny that Nannimo is spelled Naimo and
Speaker 1: the right phonetically wrote it out for me. And I
Speaker 1: don't know if he did that for me or if
Speaker 1: he probably does that for a lot of people. But
Speaker 1: I've had a lot of people say hey, I can
Speaker 1: do some editing for you, and I can even phonetically
Speaker 1: spell out the words that you probably can't pronounced, y'all.
Speaker 1: I'm not embarrassed that I can't pronounce some words. And
Speaker 1: there are some words that I know how to pronounce,
Speaker 1: but I cannot get my mouth to form the words.
Speaker 1: I don't know what it is. Anyway, I'm digressing quite
Speaker 1: a bit here. I just thought that was funny that
Speaker 1: he phonetically spelled it out. All right. Back to the story.
Speaker 1: The plan was to rough it fishing in a rugged
Speaker 1: spot that I knew of, just us guys. After leaving
Speaker 1: the main highway, we had traveled for the better part
Speaker 1: of the afternoon down a gravel logging road to reach
Speaker 1: the spot. It was late spring and there was still
Speaker 1: a chill in the air. The trip in was long,
Speaker 1: but I was excited to experience these secluded lakeside ca
Speaker 1: caampsites again. I expected some monster trout to be waiting.
Speaker 1: I had been there once before to visit a large
Speaker 1: cave that was at the very end of the road
Speaker 1: into this area. We made our way around to the
Speaker 1: backside of the lake and we had our pick of campsites. Well,
Speaker 1: if you could call them that. This mountain side came
Speaker 1: straight down to the lake without a natural beach. Whoever
Speaker 1: had created the campsites had cut away material for a
Speaker 1: road and then left it natural around the lake. The
Speaker 1: campsites themselves were nothing special. They were just reasonably flat
Speaker 1: spots cut into the wild lakeside. Once we parked, looking
Speaker 1: back at the mountains, seemed to reach right down to
Speaker 1: the very edge of the lake, and it was an
Speaker 1: odd place, and I remember not being so happy with it.
Speaker 1: The truck was parked and the jacks were down, and
Speaker 1: I got on with building a campfire. We pulled out
Speaker 1: our chairs and began to talk and relax. Now Tom
Speaker 1: is a notorious loud talker. He had no sense of
Speaker 1: how a private conversation worked. So what was once silent
Speaker 1: wilderness was now wide awake. The two of us were
Speaker 1: probably now audible all across the lake. That said, we
Speaker 1: heard no other voices. We were there on our own,
Speaker 1: and there was still a bit of daylight, and we
Speaker 1: were enjoying recounting the events of previous fishing trips. I
Speaker 1: was starting to talk about dinner when Tom's face took
Speaker 1: on a startled Look, Hey, you just about got hit
Speaker 1: by that rock. He said, Well, I was oblivious. I'd
Speaker 1: just been gnattering away, but he'd seen a large rock
Speaker 1: fly by and land not far away from me. A
Speaker 1: few minutes later, another rock bounced past us, and I
Speaker 1: saw this one. It was a softball sized rock, and
Speaker 1: I couldn't help but be concerned. I recognized the danger
Speaker 1: of being hit. I figured they were rolling down the
Speaker 1: mountain side because of snow melting. It was certainly steep
Speaker 1: enough that a rock could bounce down from some kind
Speaker 1: of natural erosion like that, but the idea that they
Speaker 1: were being thrown that never occurred to me. This continued
Speaker 1: a few more times until a big one landed in
Speaker 1: the lake, and with this we stood up and began
Speaker 1: looking up the mountain side. We couldn't see anything moving,
Speaker 1: there were no deer animals visible, and there didn't seem
Speaker 1: to be an area that looked loose. Once we began
Speaker 1: surveying the situation, the rocks stopped, and it was hard
Speaker 1: to take in such a large area, and now the
Speaker 1: light was getting low. We lost interest in the rocks.
Speaker 1: I went on with cooking dinner. We ate and settled
Speaker 1: down to a few beers and probably some more lively conversation,
Speaker 1: and then something happened that I'll never forget. The silence
Speaker 1: of the lakeside ended like an alarm bell ringing, and
Speaker 1: what seemed to be a woman began screaming at the
Speaker 1: top of her lungs. It was loud and clear, and
Speaker 1: coming from somewhere right above us on this dark mountain side.
Speaker 1: We were both instantly at full alert. The screaming then continued,
Speaker 1: just as loud, echoing out across the lake. This time
Speaker 1: it scared me to the bone, sending shivers up and
Speaker 1: down my back. The screams sounded human. It did not
Speaker 1: occur to me it was anything else but a woman
Speaker 1: screaming at the top of her lungs. Well, who was
Speaker 1: up there? There are no roads on that mountain. What
Speaker 1: was someone doing up there? This was so out of
Speaker 1: place on such a quiet night, and with no other
Speaker 1: signs of people around the area. The area was not populated.
Speaker 1: This was logging company land, with twenty miles of boggy,
Speaker 1: mosquito infested forest punctuated with small, shallow lakes, were backing
Speaker 1: into coastal mountains, and beyond that was wild rainforest for
Speaker 1: many miles leading to the wild north coast of the
Speaker 1: island was someone in serious trouble or being attacked. I
Speaker 1: had no doubt in that moment that that was the case.
Speaker 1: My senses were piqued and I expected to hear someone
Speaker 1: crying for help any second. A minute passed, there was nothing,
Speaker 1: no sound. Neither Tom or I spoke. It was completely silent.
Speaker 1: Darkness came quick and horror enveloped our campsite. The fear
Speaker 1: that someone was in serious trouble hung over us, but
Speaker 1: there were no more signs of this person. We looked
Speaker 1: around as best as we could with our flashlights, and
Speaker 1: we called out into the dark, and there were no
Speaker 1: further signs of trouble or strangeness. I had a lousy
Speaker 1: night of sleep. I felt someone had been in trouble,
Speaker 1: but I also knew how odd it was. How could
Speaker 1: someone be up on that mountain side with no roads?
Speaker 1: She sounded really close. Why would she stop yelling? What
Speaker 1: would make a person scream like that and just stop?
Speaker 1: There was intense emotion in this scream, and whoever did
Speaker 1: it was communicating with us on purpose. At that time,
Speaker 1: I didn't see how the rocks and the screams could
Speaker 1: be connected, But in hindsight and with what I've learned.
Speaker 1: I suspect it may have been sosquatch objecting to our
Speaker 1: rude and noisy entrance to the lake. Were we being
Speaker 1: told that we were not alone? Was this creature imitating
Speaker 1: the sounds that other humans had made when it had
Speaker 1: encountered us? The next morning, several other camping rigs rumbled
Speaker 1: into the area. The sounds of a few families and
Speaker 1: boaters fill the air. We got on with our fishing,
Speaker 1: and we forgot about our strange welcome, and we never
Speaker 1: spoke of it again. Tom was killed in a car
Speaker 1: accident a few years ago. Now, I've camped throughout the
Speaker 1: rockies in the national parks, some with bears close, and
Speaker 1: cougars are common animals here on the island. I've never
Speaker 1: encountered such a mystery in the wild country before or since.
Speaker 1: That's the end of his email. Oh man, what a
Speaker 1: great story. Vancouver Island is a total wilderness from what
Speaker 1: I understand. I've never been out there, but I've seen
Speaker 1: TV shows on it and videos about Vancouver Island, and
Speaker 1: I think it's full of bears. Brown bears, the real
Speaker 1: big mean ones like the grizzly Kodyak kind of bears.
Speaker 1: I don't know. In fishing. I think I'd have to
Speaker 1: rethink fishing on an island covered up with bears. But
Speaker 1: I might be wrong. There may not be any bears
Speaker 1: on Vancouver Island. You guys, comment below and let me
Speaker 1: know people who know. I'd love to hear about it.
Speaker 1: But thanks Ted for this email. It was really good,
Speaker 1: what a great story. He hasn't seen anything before or
Speaker 1: since like this, and it really makes you wonder, really
Speaker 1: makes you wonder what's going on on Vancouver Island. Thank
Speaker 1: you again for the email. Here's a story from my
Speaker 1: neck of the woods, just down the road in Tupelo, Mississippi.
Speaker 1: My son married a Mississippi girl and lived in northeast
Speaker 1: Tupelo until recently. It was a suburban area where the
Speaker 1: woods came up between the streets and they ran north
Speaker 1: to the forested hills and gullies along Elvis Presley Lake.
Speaker 1: We agreed it was squatchy looking. We even had some
Speaker 1: odd branch constructions way up hind those woods. All kind
Speaker 1: of wildlife frequented the area because his property backed up
Speaker 1: to the woods. Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest,
Speaker 1: he used to tease his kids about bigfoot living in
Speaker 1: those woods. But he doesn't tease them any longer. I'll
Speaker 1: let him tell the rest of them story. We had
Speaker 1: a snowstorm March eleven, twenty twenty two, and the wind
Speaker 1: had knocked the trash can on the side of the
Speaker 1: house over. It was about seven forty five or seven
Speaker 1: fifty PM. My wife had just come home and we
Speaker 1: were picking up trash using the car headlights to see
Speaker 1: when something let out a whoop, howl, scream. That's the
Speaker 1: best way I can describe it. It was incredibly loud,
Speaker 1: at least as loud as a tornado siren. Sounded like
Speaker 1: it was from that patch of woods right down the street.
Speaker 1: I wouldn't be surprised if half the neighborhood heard it,
Speaker 1: especially the people up in the trailer park on the
Speaker 1: other side of the woods. It made us all jump. Oh,
Speaker 1: I can guarantee you the people in the trailer park
Speaker 1: heard it. You better believe that. In fact, the unbelievably
Speaker 1: loud scream we heard started with a whoop and then
Speaker 1: built into a howl, and finally a powerful but higher
Speaker 1: pitched scream. And it was all in one breath. There
Speaker 1: was no pause. It was like it was singing a
Speaker 1: scale from low to high. I said, dang, that was close.
Speaker 1: My wife was like, what was that. I've lived around
Speaker 1: here most of my life and I've never heard anything
Speaker 1: like that before I have, I said. I guess my
Speaker 1: face gave it away, because she asked, do you think
Speaker 1: it was bigfoot? I said, Yep, that was bigfoot. Two
Speaker 1: weeks later, he was out back working on his lawnmower
Speaker 1: one night and he heard a whoop from the same direction.
Speaker 1: It was answered by another whoop from the other end
Speaker 1: of the street by the pond in the woods. There's
Speaker 1: more than one, he thought, And the next day he
Speaker 1: laid down the law to a seven and five year old.
Speaker 1: No whooping and no banging around on things, and don't
Speaker 1: even think about going back in those woods. And that's
Speaker 1: when he quit teasing the kids or mentioning Bigfoot. They
Speaker 1: moved to a different town soon thereafter. Oh that's Tupelo's
Speaker 1: and that's in a suburban area. Now that's pretty cool.
Speaker 1: You know, there's all kinds of Bigfoot reports around here
Speaker 1: around Mississippi. I live right on the edge of the
Speaker 1: Holly Springs National Forest. If y'all ever heard coonbo talk,
Speaker 1: he talks about his stomping grounds in the holly. Matter
Speaker 1: of fact, he even invited me to go with him
Speaker 1: one night. I don't really know if I want to
Speaker 1: go right around in cars whooping for bigfoots all night,
Speaker 1: but I might go. I don't know. I might go,
Speaker 1: but I kind of like the stories. I don't like
Speaker 1: to put myself in the mix. I don't want one
Speaker 1: of them things after me because those things charge Coonbo
Speaker 1: and those guys. So but this was a great story.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate the man sending it, and it was
Speaker 1: close to my where I live. That makes it even
Speaker 1: more interesting for me. Here's an email from John. I'm
Speaker 1: not sure how to categorize this. When Neoma did the
Speaker 1: cleanup on this story, she thinks it's either a time
Speaker 1: warp or a matrix glisse. But let's read on and
Speaker 1: find out what it is. It's a pretty cool story.
Speaker 1: In the spring of nineteen eighty six, I was working
Speaker 1: for Shell Oil in Long Island, New York. I took
Speaker 1: my vacations twice a year, one in the spring and
Speaker 1: one in the fall, so I could drive up to
Speaker 1: Saint Lawrence to see my family and friends. In the spring,
Speaker 1: I would do some fishing and in the fall, I
Speaker 1: would hunt. I owned a sport car back then, so
Speaker 1: naturally I pushed the limits with it. I can make
Speaker 1: that eight hour drive in six hours. On this trip,
Speaker 1: I expected to be back on the family farm by
Speaker 1: nine am. My route took me through Plattsburgh and from
Speaker 1: there I take the military turn bike to Ellenburgh and
Speaker 1: then i'd take Route eleven to Constable. On this trip,
Speaker 1: this is where I began to get an odd feeling.
Speaker 1: I couldn't place my finger on why I felt the
Speaker 1: way that I did, until I realized I hadn't seen
Speaker 1: anyone in a while, not a single person. No one
Speaker 1: was out driving or walking around. No one was headed
Speaker 1: to work, no one was taking their kids to school.
Speaker 1: There just wasn't anyone. It was so odd. But it
Speaker 1: was at seven o'clock in the morning, and I figured
Speaker 1: I was just in the right place at the right
Speaker 1: time to miss people starting their day. I was in
Speaker 1: Franklin County at the time, with another hour left before
Speaker 1: reaching home. By the time I crossed into Saint Lawrence County,
Speaker 1: I was beginning to get worried I should have seen
Speaker 1: someone by then, and I started looking in the windows
Speaker 1: of houses and storefronts as I drove by, hoping to
Speaker 1: see someone, see anyone, and I never saw a soul.
Speaker 1: I was half an hour from the farm and I
Speaker 1: began passing the homes of friends, and I was sure
Speaker 1: i'd see people moving around there, but again there was
Speaker 1: no one around. I pushed on tour home, knowing i'd
Speaker 1: see at least my four family members when I got
Speaker 1: to the house. But when I got there, they were gone.
Speaker 1: The door was unlocked, so I walked in and I
Speaker 1: called out. I got no answer. It was eight thirty am.
Speaker 1: Everyone should have been up and going about their day.
Speaker 1: There was livestock to ten two. That's it. I thought
Speaker 1: they must be out in the barn, but they weren't.
Speaker 1: It was just the cows and horses. Now I was
Speaker 1: completely freaked out, and I decided to drive into town.
Speaker 1: It was a small town with a general store and
Speaker 1: a post office and a hardware store. There was a
Speaker 1: laundry mat, and there were a couple of bars. Now
Speaker 1: I knew the bars would still be closed, but the
Speaker 1: other businesses all would have opened by seven. I went
Speaker 1: to the grocery first. No one was there. It was open,
Speaker 1: but I could have run off with the cash register
Speaker 1: and no one would have been there to stay. I
Speaker 1: was feeling more and more like I was trapped in
Speaker 1: an episode of the Twilight Zone. I drove over to
Speaker 1: a friend's house next. No one was home there either,
Speaker 1: and finally I decided to go back to the farm
Speaker 1: and wait. I was doing my best to be reasonable.
Speaker 1: That was probably an emergency somewhere, I told myself, and
Speaker 1: everyone went to help. I was reasoning with myself, and
Speaker 1: I didn't know where the emergency was, so I just
Speaker 1: have to go back to the farm and wait. Someone
Speaker 1: would show up sooner or later. I was tired from
Speaker 1: all the driving through the night, so I stretched out
Speaker 1: on the couch and I fell asleep. And when I
Speaker 1: woke up, it was noon and my father was coming
Speaker 1: through the front door. I asked him where everyone went.
Speaker 1: He looked at me like I was nuts and asked
Speaker 1: what I was talking about. Dad. When I got home,
Speaker 1: everyone was gone, I said, and again he looked, but
Speaker 1: he said that a lot of people went over to
Speaker 1: Messina for some big event from two whole counties. I question,
Speaker 1: and it was clear that he didn't understand, so I
Speaker 1: explained everything that had happened. He shrugged his shoulders and
Speaker 1: he said, you got to be mistaken, son. I went
Speaker 1: to the store, but I've only been gone twenty minutes.
Speaker 1: I thought you just got here. As far as he
Speaker 1: was concerned, everyone was where they were supposed to be.
Speaker 1: I've only told this story to a few close friends.
Speaker 1: I know most people would think I'm crazy. I pushed
Speaker 1: it to the back of my mind and I have
Speaker 1: kind of forgotten about it over the years. However, listening
Speaker 1: to your last show about a guy who lost time
Speaker 1: while driving brought it all back. Was it all the
Speaker 1: result of a random event aligning perfectly or did something
Speaker 1: really strange happen? I guess I'll never know. And he
Speaker 1: mentions that he's got more stories and I would love
Speaker 1: to read them. This is an old story, but I
Speaker 1: would love to read your stories, John, send them on brother.
Speaker 1: Thanks for the story. M