Speaker 1: This email is from a gentleman in South Mississippi. And
what's interesting about this is that this family has kept
records of these paranormal events, written records since nineteen twenty two.
That's what makes this so fascinating to me. So I'm
gonna go ahead and read the email he sent, but
I think you're going to be quite blown away by this.
The gentleman rights, I have a story that might interest
you in your listeners. It is not about Bigfoot, but
is given as being true, and all who were involved
believe what they saw. I'll use first names only to
keep out of trouble. This occurred on land that has
been in our family for five generations before me and
now belongs to my brother Anthony. There's a lot of
history and family secrets on this ground. The story starts
in eighteen twenty two when Fred owned the land. He
was twenty four years old and he was married and
they had one child. This was taken from a letter
written to a family member concerning the death of his
only child. Fred and Florence lived there until their divorce.
They had a little boy, James, who died from a
fast acting sickness and is buried in Hester Cemetery. Aunt
Cora told me that he was the cutest little boy,
and Uncle Fred was plowing and the little boy was
following him up and down the roads. He got real
sick and he died, perhaps spinal meningitis. That's what Aunt
Lily told me. After they buried him, uncle Fred went
back to the field to finish plowing. He came to
the house crying because the little boy's tracks were in
the fresh plowed ground. Frank bought the place from Uncle Fred.
Frank was our grandfather. My brother Anthony built his house
on this property in nineteen ninety and he lives there now.
Archaeology digs on the site have yielded pottery, coins, nails,
and even gun parts. Anthony's daughter Ashley writes of her
experience in two thousand, when she was fifteen years old.
I woke up in the middle of the night and
I sat up and the room was pitch black dark.
The bed was facing west. At that time, I looked
toward the door and there was a tall, dark figure,
a full grown man's stature. The figure was standing just
on the backside of the door where it would have
opened into the room. I yelled out hey and it
crouched down. I was sure I was crazy for seeing
such things, since we always heard footsteps coming up the
stairs and other creeks in the house. So I rolled
over and I went back to sleep. I assumed it
was one of the Plumber and crew. Now Plumber was
a member of the Klan who was killed on the
site in eighteen sixty four by Jayhawkers, and he is
buried nearby. We sometimes joke about Plumber still roaming about
the land that it once was his. Brock, Anthony's grandson,
was staying over when he saw the little boy. It
was in twoenty and ten and Brock was ten years
old at the time, and he wrote of his experience.
I can remember it being around eight thirty or nine
on a school night, and not everyone in the house
was asleep. The bedroom light was off, but the hall
light was on, and the door was cracked just enough
to let very little light in. I remember not being
able to sleep and feeling like someone was watching me.
I sat up to find what looked like a shadow
of a little boy crouched down at the corner of
the dress her. I stared at it for a second
to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me,
and it felt like my eyes would never adjust. So
I called out to the shadow, Hey. As soon as
the word left my mouth, the figure bolted toward the
door and seemed to have vanished into thin air. In
twenty twenty, Anthony's son Eric and his wife Elizabeth were
staying with Anthony when the last sighting occurred. She writes,
I was asleep in the bedroom upstairs to the right.
It was dark, with only light from the television glowing
throughout the room. I'm unsure why, but I woke up
for a minute, and when I opened my eyes, I
saw someone standing or crouching behind the closed bedroom door
with a blanket wrapped around them. I assumed it was Eric,
so I asked, what are you doing. When I didn't
receive a response, I rolled over and I tried going
back to sleep. A few minutes later, the room door
opened and Eric walked in. I asked him where he was,
and he said that he had been downstairs. I explained
to him what I saw, and he told me it
definitely was not him in the room. The apparitions were
seen in the same upstairs room in intervals of ten years.
The room is now used for storage only was the
first apparition the father searching for his two year old son,
and was the second apparition the little boy himself? And
who was the third apparition? Perhaps it was the father again,
we believe they were indeed father and son. And the
writer signs off, and I thought this was very interesting
because later family members who experience some kind of paranormal
or ghostly figure in the house can look back to
letters going back to nineteen twenty two of them other
people that have passed and gone who experienced the same thing.
Now that's kind of uncanny. I thought this was so
interesting I wanted to share it with you, and thank
you to the writer for sending it. It was fascinating.
I've been staring at my keyboard for the last twenty
minutes asking myself if I really want to open this
can since it's been almost thirty years and thanks to
your channel, people have been given a platform to share
experience with this beast. I also just recently started asking
my brother about that day in nineteen eighty nine. My
brother was there and did not see the thing, but
he remembers my strange behavior after my experience, even though
I didn't come clean with him and tell him what
I saw. He helped piece together the puzzle of my
experience that I have been carrying most of my life.
How I start, I guess to fully understand what I
went through and the trauma I suffered after. It's important
for me to share a bit of my life leading
up to the experience because my father walked out on us,
and I spent most of my teenage years angry. Fighting
was a way to either fit in or prove myself.
At the age of fifteen, my mother could no longer
deal with my teenage angst and I was shipped out
to live with my older brother. He was ten years
older than me, so we didn't have much of a relationship.
He was, however, a good brother and I could lean
on him and he understood some of what I was
going through. He also introduced me to the outdoors. Soon
after moving in with him, I was hunting, fishing, and camping.
I love the outdoors, but I was never good at hunting,
mainly because I didn't enjoy it. I was good with
a rifle, but I would rather target shooting than killing animal.
We lived in Builton, California, and Lost Padres National Forest
was only thirty minutes away. It was the spring of
nineteen eighty nine, and my brother and his friend invited
me to go shooting with them. My brother had just
bought a new thirty thirty Winchester, and I couldn't wait
to shoot that rifle. There was snow in the mountains,
so before we started target shooting, we found some great
hills to sled down, and we did that for an
hour or so, enough time for me to get my
jeans wet from all the slush. As they started setting
up the targets, I changed into some sweatpants I had
brought in a gym bag. My brother's truck had a
camper in the bed and was parked about one hundred
yards away. I was anxious to get into some dry clothes.
I was about to start putting my sweats on when
out of nowhere, I was hit with a gripping, paralyzing fear.
I could not understand what was happening to me. There
was an irritating, pulsating sound in my head. It scared me.
I thought I was sick or was about to pass out.
So I sat down to steady myself and hope the
feeling would go away. I raised my head looking out
the camper door, and I saw a large, dark figure
come from the tree line only a few yards away.
Everything slowed down to slow motion and I felt like
I could only move my eyes as the figure came
into view. It was a light brown creature and my
estimation was over eight feet tall. From the camper shelled window,
I could only see from its hip to its chest.
It carried a dead dove tucked in its side like
a football. The dove appeared to have died from a
broken neck. The walking movement of this creature caused the
head of the dove to wiggle like a snake. The
whole scene was surreal and it scared me. I will
never forget the way that tiny dove looked as this
creature walked towards me. Its head was flopping from side
to side, and its eyes seemed to be fixed in
a state of terror. The creature walked past towards the
front end of the truck and then made its way
back up into the woods and disappeared into the forest.
The animal was massive. I saw details that stick in
my mind still again, the light brown hair and the
evil expression on its face. I even saw scars on
its face. I kept telling myself it was a bear
walking on its back legs, but deep down I knew
this was not a bear. Our minds try to rationalize
the strange things we see, and my mind was comforting
me by telling me it was a bear, but it
was no bear. That feeling I had had for the
last three minutes vanished as soon as the creature moved
away from me and into the forest. I sat on
the rear seal of that camper door and I could
not believe what I had just seen. I must have
lost track of time, because the next thing I remember
was my brother and his friends showing up. They were
asking me why I didn't come back and why I
missed out on the shooting. How much time had I
lost I still don't know, but I suppose they shot
rifles for thirty or forty five minutes before coming to
look for me. The strange thing was I never heard
a shot, I mean nothing. They kept asking me if
I was okay, and all I could say was a
bear walk right up to the truck. It was a
huge bear. We gathered all our gear and within a
few minutes we left for home. That's pretty much the
whole story. I have emotionally struggled with this for years.
What bothers me most is that I felt like I
was paralyzed during the encounter. The creature was scary, for sure,
but what would cause me to lose my senses for
that amount of time. I recently asked my brother what
he remembers. He only recalls that I would not come
out of that camper and that I crawled into the
bunk and slept the whole way home. That is about
all I can remember. It's a crazy story that I've
never shared with anyone. Best regards George, and I thought
I would send this story told to me by my mother.
I generally avoid sharing these types of stories with other
podcasts since my first attempt, when the podcaster responded that
he would not include it since he avoids reading stories
with religion in the story. I found this very disingenuous
because he had no problem with non Christian pagan wick
and voodoo inclusions in his podcast. And I trust you
with how you present stories and you don't judge. My
mom said this happened to her when she was in
her late teens before she married my father. She was
visiting some friend one evening when her friends decided to
make a spirit board by drawing it on top of
one of those old folding card tables. They also used
to invert a tea cup with the handle as the
point of the plashett plan chet point of a plan
chet pla n cchett. I don't know what that word is.
I don't know if she had ever heard of the
bad things that could happen with these things. The group
was asking their questions and she made the accusation that
someone was making the answers by pushing the tea cup.
At several points in this session, it stopped working, and
someone noticed that it always stopped when one of the
young men came into the room, so when he left
the room, they asked why it was always stopped when
he was there, and it responded with a misspelled word
p r e s t hod or something meaning priesthood.
She said it couldn't spell very well. Apparently the young
man was a priest in his church. Her friends kept
denying they were doing it, so she wanted to do
it on her own. They all said it doesn't work
with just one person, and she said, if it really
was working, it would work with only one, so she
tried it and she said it work. She said there
was an oppressive feeling, dark responses, and she got really uneasy,
so the lighting things up. She asked if Santa Claus
was real. The entity did not respond, so she started singing, Oh,
here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus. And she
said she got the impression that it was angry at
her and taunting because the cut suddenly flew across the
room and shattered on something across the room. We were
always taught not to mess with these things because of
the evil associated with them. This is an email from Tammy,
and this is one of the strangest stories I've read
in a while. It's really good, she writes. Hello, my
name is Tammy, and first, I love listening to all
the stories you tell from other people's encounters with cryptids
and aliens. I liked the stories about Bigfoot the best.
I decided to write my true encounter of a different kind.
I don't think I've ever heard you tell a story
like this, but I could be wrong, so here it goes.
I'm from Texas and I live in a small town
not far from Brian and College Station, Texas. I drive
a garbage truck, and I go to other towns to
pick up carts. On one occasion, I was on my
way back to park my truck at my job. It
was around dusk, where the sun had already gone down,
and there was just enough light that I could still
distinguish colors all around me without having to shine a
light on it. As I was approaching a stretch of trees,
large creatures began flying out of the treetops and gliding
across the road. Now it may sound strange, but they
looked like gargoyles that I've seen in films. These were
much larger than buzzards. I know what a buzzard looks
like when I see one. They're quite common here. But
I counted eight of these creatures, and in the fading light,
I could see clearly that their skin was a muted
gray color and they had no feathers. Once I couldn't
see them, I began questioning the whole episode. I mean,
I was in disbelief or denial, if that makes sense.
Had I really seen what I thought I saw. I
ran all the animals that I know of through my mind,
and nothing fit. They looked like gargoyles. That's all I
can come up with. And I had not dreamed this up,
and it was not my imagination. And here's how I
know that. A few miles down this road and I
was beginning to shake off the strangeness of what I
had seen, and up ahead there was another grove of trees.
My eyes went straight to the treetops. I didn't expect
to see the same vision, but to my great surprise,
I saw their huge wings launch them from the treetops. Again.
They flew to a point across the road where the
trees obscured my view of them, and then they were gone.
This time I counted six of the creatures, and now
I had confirmed it. Something odd in the shape and
movement of a gargoyle was flying around the woods close
to College Station, Texas. And prior to this event, I
had seen spirits. I've even seen a UFO, and my
brother has seen a bigfoot, but I and no one
I know, has ever seen anything like what I saw
that evening. I would really like to know if, by
any chance, has anyone in the audience seen anything like
I've described. Thanks for reading my story. Well, Tammy, there
it is is out there for the public to hear,
and I would like to know if you guys have
seen big flying creatures like this. That would absolutely freak
me out. I mean I would I don't know what
I would do if I saw something like that, but
it's kind of scary, but it's kind of mystical, and
you know, it sparks your imagination a little bit. But
I believe she saw something like this absolutely. Her email
is very short and very genuine, and I really appreciate it.
So you guys comment below if you've ever heard of
or seen anything like this. Thanks Tammy for the email.
I'm a pastor from Memphis, Tennessee. Back in the nineteen nineties,
I moved to a rural area south of Jackson, Tennessee,
to serve at the church here. As a kid in
the nineteen seventies, I watched the Patterson Gimlin film and
the Legend of Boggie Creek. I wanted to believe in Bigfoot,
but even if it were true, I seriously doubted there
were any in Tennessee. And then I read a book
about a bigfoot encounter in Carroll County, Tennessee that shook
me to my core. On October eleventh, two thousand, and two.
The church I was serving had planned a camp out
for the kids. We put up eight tenths near the
pond and a pasture located in Hardiman County near the
Madison County line. To the east of the pasture were woods,
and to the south was a creek that ran along
some heavily wooded bottomlands. The house of the church family
who owned the land was one hundred and fifty yards
to our north, and we had twelve kids with us,
including my two children and six adults. My wife and I,
along with our two children, were in one tent together.
In the late afternoon on the day of the camp out,
the landowner's son and I set up the tents and
we got the camp ready, and after supper we went
on a scavenger hunt. We stayed mainly around the pond
that was to our west, near a grove of trees,
and during the hunt I couldn't shake the eerie feeling
of being watched from those trees. The evening went without incident.
By eleven o'clock we all turned in, and not long
after I entered my tent, I heard a powerful and
frightening howl to our northeast. Then I heard a second
howl coming from the same direction. Those were answered by
a faint howl coming from the woods to our southeast.
I don't remember how many howls I heard in total.
I just remember that I was quite frightened by them.
My wife was awake and she heard them too, and
our daughter, who was in another tent with some of
the girls, later told us that she'd heard the howls too.
A few minutes of silence passed, and I decided to
go outside of the tent. I wanted to watch the
fence row and the woods beyond it to make sure
that we weren't being approached by whatever it was out
there howling, and I wanted to add wood to the fire.
I kept my eye on the woods as I approached
the fire, but I didn't see anything. The landowner's Jack
Russell terrier was sitting in a long chair by the fire,
and I could tell by how still an alert he
was that he was just as frightened as we were.
I didn't hear anything the rest of the night, though.
After that camp out, I decided to investigate what I'd heard.
Now listened to the Ohio howl by an alleged bigfoot
that howl is a long, moaning sound with a dog barking.
What I heard that night was closer and louder, and
there were no other sounds except the answering how it
was very quiet before the house and deadly quiet afterward.
One thing I know for certain, whatever made those howls
was a large creature. Next I spoke to the landowners.
They told me they'd had numerous encounters with ape like
creatures on their property and in the surrounding area. Now
remember I was their pastor, and there was absolutely no
reason why they would lie to me about this. In
January of two thousand and three, I was invited over
to the landowner's house to investigate the woods where I
had heard the holls. Their son and I ventured into
the woods to the east around three o'clock in the afternoon,
and then we traveled south. It had snowed, so we
were hoping to find some tracks. Five yards into the woods,
we came across a large X shape formed by two
trees that had been pushed over, and as we can continued,
we found other territorial markers, such as saplings that were
twisted down five to seven feet off the ground. My
companion was familiar with these sites but had never investigated
to find out what had been done. We came across
one track that was roughly twelve inches in length. We
also found him anewer pile of unknown origin and some
hair caught on a fence row. My companion had hunted
and fished his whole life. He was familiar with a
wide variety of animals, but he couldn't identify either the
scat or the hair. And last we found what were
possibly bedding areas for something extremely large. We searched for
two more hours and then we headed back to the house.
In February of that same year, the landowner's son and
I visited the October camp site at eight thirty pm
in the evening. We sat down and talked for a while,
but mainly we were listening for what we had begun
to call our friends friends as our code word for bigfoot.
Not long after we got there, we heard an owl
hooting and it was answered by a mimicking sound. Well,
we looked at each other as if to say, what
was that, and then it happened again, and we knew
it was bigfoot when we didn't hear anything else for
a few minutes. We decided to head back to the house,
and we knew we needed to come back with night
vision binocular sometime in the future if we were going
to see anything. I have had several more encounters, including
an actual sighting, and I'll send you those stories soon. Well,
very good, I'd love to have your sighting story, Sir,
the pastor from Memphis. This is interesting. These are people
who have heard you know, this word is so commonly used,
but it's anecdotal type stuff like the owl hooting and
then getting answered by another howl or another owl. Does
that not sound like owls talking back and forth. I
have owls back here behind my house, and some you know,
some owl will start raising sand down in these bottoms,
and then all the way on the other side of
the woods, I'll hear another one calling back. That doesn't
necessarily mean it's a big foot. I'm not arguing with
the man, but I'm wondering how they come to these conclusions.
And he didn't say it in this story, but are
they typically can you listen to them and tell that
that is something mimicking an owl? That's what I'm asking
and so I'd be curious about that. If anybody in
the audience listens to this, can you tell the difference between, like,
for instance, a human doing an owl hoot or an
actual owl hooting. I use an owl hoot called turkey
hunting all the time. Sometimes you know, it doesn't work
all spring, but it's usually about the first month of
the turkey season. If you'll hoot, if the turkeys are
still up on the roost, especially if it's just getting daylight,
you can blow that owl call. Man, they'll all sound off.
But you get later in the season and they don't
seem to do it as much. So it's not like
fool proof. But the point is, I have an owl call,
and to me it sounds like an owl, and I've
had owls call back at me when I use it.
And anyway, I'm just trambling on about this owl thing.
But this is one of those cases where a man
hears some things. He's heard a few things about bigfoot,
and he's investigating. He's real interested in this, and I
think that's cool. I think that that's something you enjoy doing.
That is, and you have time to do it. That's
a fun thing to do. I know a lot of
people who do it and they love it, so thank you.
To the pastor for sending this preacher. Send me some
more stories on your sightings. I'd love to hear them.