Speaker 1: I live in a house in the country near Eldorado, Texas.
I woke up one morning and looked out in my
bedroom window toward my chicken coop, and I saw a
figure standing there. Judging by the height of the coop,
the creature was at least seven feet tall. The only
way to describe it is that it looked like a Chewbacca,
the way it's hair flowed, and the fact that you
couldn't see a neck. I rubbed my eyes several times,
but it was still there. It was like it wanted
me to see it, It wanted to be seen. It
just stood there, looking at the house. Finally I looked away,
and when I looked back again, it was gone. I
never said anything for a while. Although I never saw
it again, I would carry my pistol if I went
outside after dark. After that, we would hear strange sounds
at night, but we never saw anything again. Now my
friend had to run in with a dog man, but
that was months later. We had a tracker come in
to look around, but he found nothing, or at least
nothing that he would admit to. I told my family,
and they gave me the strangest looks. Some of them
think I should quit listening to shows like yours. They
think I'm seeing things. Oh well, these stories are great.
People are seeing things, and I'm just so glad you
sent this in. It was a short, little story, but
it was great. In nineteen ninety nine, I was a
tradesman working on an apartment complex that was being built
in my town. Operated my own company, and I was
working after the bulk of the trades had left for
the day. I was finishing my task in one unit,
and I was gathering my tools to do the same
thing in the neighboring unit, and I was moving quickly
to take advantage of the daylight. Out of the corner
of my eye, I caught a figure outside the window,
and when I turned my head to look, person was gone.
There were other apartments in the area that were inhabited,
so I thought someone was taking a shortcut through the
construction site. When I got to the next unit, I
looked at the window in the back and I saw
the coast was clear. But while I was working, I
got the sensation that someone was watching me. I turned
to the back window again and got a glimpse of
a shadow as it walked away. It was the same
figure I had seen earlier. When I finished my work,
I moved upstairs. These apartments did not yet have the
decks installed on the back side of the building, so
I didn't think it was necessary to even entertain the
possibility that this figure would be there. While I install
the fixtures on the second floor unit, I felt that
feeling again. I knew someone was watching me, and when
I looked over my shoulder, I saw a man with
a hat and a jacket outside the window. I had
no clue what he was standing on because the balcony
was not there. I turned around and looked at him,
and he stared back at me, expressionless. I was nervous
and dangerously close to being behind schedule for the project.
I finally said out loud, well, if you're here to help,
I could use a hand. If not, my insurance will
not cover you on my job site. After I said that,
he left. I decided to leave and come back the
next day to finish. But before I went to bed
for the night, I made a sketch of the man
that I saw. The next morning, I was getting dressed
for work when my wife watched TV. It was a
Saturday morning, and I asked her what she was watching.
She said she was watching Poltergeist. She said it's a
good movie. I told her that I had never seen it,
and I started lacing up my boots. I glanced at
the TV and saw something that caught my attention. A
familiar looking ghost walked across the road and across walk
I couldn't believe what I saw. I went and got
a sketch that I drew from the day before, and
I handed it to my wife and I asked her
if she could rewind the movie to that scene. She
looked from my sketch to the TV and she said,
are you sure you haven't seen this movie before. I
told her I hadn't, even though the actor looked just
like the man in my sketch, I didn't tell her
what I saw out the second floor window of the
day before. I didn't want to scare her look stupid.
It took about a month or two for me not
to get startled whenever I saw a flat brim farmer's hat.
In twenty fifteen, my son and I were hunting in
south central Colorado. We were tent camping like we always do,
and I brought two different propane heaters along with the
three cold weather sleeping bags just to be safe. Long
story short, Neither heater would work at the elevation that
we were at, so we I ended up placing our
heavy duty hunting kots right next to each other. That
way we could share the third sleeping bag across the
top of us. The low that night was in the
upper twenties, but we were okay. Before I went to
bed that night, I pumped up the pressure really good
in my comb and lantern and I left it on low.
I was hanging in a tree in case either of
us had to go relieve ourselves in the middle of
the night. Around midnight, not long after I fell asleep,
I woke up to my son tapping me on my shoulder. Dad,
there's something outside the tent. I can hear it breathing,
he said slowly. I reached over and grabbed my nine
millimeter off the table next to me. My son's cot
was up against the back wall and my cot was
next to his. I lay there silently holding my gun,
and I could clearly hear something outside breathing. He was
right from the angle I was lying in the position
of the sounds. I made it the height of our
visitor to be in the ten foot range. I could
hear the blood pumping in my ears, and I was
on full alert. I told my son to plug his ears.
I heard this thing slowly walk around the corner of
the tent and then stop. Then I heard a second
creature come to the tent from a different angle, and
I knew I needed to make some noise. No, no, no,
I shouted, making myself known. These things stopped in their
tracks right before they cast a shadow onto the side
of the tent from the lantern. I heard them slowly
back away, but their footsteps weren't heavy like I heard
about in some other stories. When we got up in
the morning, I looked around our tent and the frost
covered grass, but there was not a single track to
be found. I don't have any idea who visited our
camp that night, but I do know I've never been
so scared in my life. I know what came to
your camp. Brother. I'm pretty sure we all know what
came to your camp. That's a cool story, scary story.
Thank you for sending it. It was great. I am
an outdoorsman and I live in Middle Tennessee. During the
last deer season, I was out hunting one evening with
my bow, trying to spot and stalk a deer, when
I felt the sudden urge to look up at a
nearby sycamore tree. There, hovering by the branches, saw a
brown object that somewhat resembled the batman's symbol if you
were to cut off the ears and jag at the edges.
It was some sort of flying, silent creature. It wasn't
a bat, but it wasn't a bird. This thing just
hovered there above me for what felt like forever, and
when it finally moved from its stationary position, it shot
straight up in the sky until I couldn't see it anymore.
That was the most interesting UFO encounter I've had up close,
but I've seen more than my fair share at a distance.
In fact, I see white lights in the sky so
consistently that it's become as interesting to me as seeing
an ordinary plane pass by. They never make any sound,
and I'll notice multiple of them in a night. The
lights don't blink, and their speeds very dramatically. Sometimes they
move slowly and other times incredibly fast. Sometimes I see
them ascend into the sky, and sometimes they shoot up
rapidly and disappear. I hope you get to see them
one night. All you have to do is look up
and wait.