Speaker 1: When I was young, I had a close group of friends.
We were an neglectic group of guys who first met
early on in high school. Our group consisted of dungeons
and dragons, nerds, jocks, martial artists, rich kids, poor kids,
and some with trouble backgrounds. Despite our many differences, we
managed to bond and remain close, partially because we understood
the other's personal traumas, but also because we shared some
pretty strange experiences together. A favorite pastime was to get
together late at night play a game that we called
TESSO Tactical Environmental Scouting Operations what teenage boy wants to
admit playing hide and seek. We would play TESSO in
graveyard or parks, but we weren't above playing it through
a random neighborhood either. Vermont in the nineteen eighties was
a good place to grow up. We felt safe there.
Wherever we went. We were kings of our domain. As
far as we were concerned, we owned the whole state
and it was our personal playground. A couple of us
had driver's license, so it was nothing for us to
leave our city and drive thirty minutes into the country
to find the perfect woods for our nighttime operations. One
thing about Vermont is there is always plenty of snow,
and one cold winter night we headed out to a
spot on the lake near Shelburne. Apparently we thought it
would be fun to up the coal factor by adding
the freezing winds off the lake to make our game
more challenging. We drove down the road leading to the
beach under a bright moon, and we parked. The large
sheets of ice were fascinating to watch as they wave
in the turbulent water, and the sounds of the ways
slapping across the ice chunks intermingled with the occasional popping
and crashing sounds as they slammed against each other. We
were so enthralled with the sight that we were oblivious
to the unnatural quiet around us. We didn't exactly have
permission to be where we were, but as kings of
all we surveyed, we didn't care. We were near barns
where horses were kept on the property, and in our youth,
it didn't occur to us that we should have been
hearing the normal animal sounds that should have come from
that barn or from the fenced in pasture behind us.
We assessed our playing field. We were on the beach.
Calling it a beach might have been a bit optimistic,
but there was no more than fifteen feet of it
before it dropped into the icy water. Between the beach
and the pasture was a small playground outfitted with swing
slides and a jungle gym. An erosion wall stretched the
distance from the playground to the beach. Once our boundaries
were set, we made sure no one else was around
and we began our game of Tesso. This night was
special in that we had brought along some special guests
to play the game with us. One of the guys
was trying to get friendly with a girl from school,
and we invited her and a couple of her friends
to come so we could introduce them to our strange
nightly activities. As girls, they were enchanted and expressed their
joy with the giggles and whispers, and as boys, we
decided we'd give them a good scare. Halfway through our game,
at the designated moment, one of the guys pointed to
the edge of the woods near a horse pen and said,
did you hear that? And, as if on cue, a
cracking sound came from the beach. It was only the ice,
but it added to the sun sudden change of emotions
from play to an early silence. Everyone stopped to stare
at the tree line. The boys knew it was a joke,
but the girls were looking uneasy. They each took an
unconscious step to close in their ranks, and then a long,
piercing shriek of a howl came from that exact point
in the woods where my friend had pointed, and now
we were all looking. I had never heard a wolf's
howl before, but I knew that wasn't what it was.
It sounded a lot bigger, half animal, maybe half female scream.
Now it was the boy's turn to step closer. Together,
we took a mental note of everyone present. We were
all there, but none of us was hiding in the
woods making that awful cry. Surely no one in their
right mind would be out in the woods after midnight,
and whether that cold just to play a prank on
a bunch of teenage We wouldn't have been there if
not for the fact that we were afraid we'd miss
the opportunity to frighten these girls. Thirty seconds later came
a second howl. It was even more evil sounding than
the first, and it broke our stupor. Panic ensued. The
girls were crying. We so called kings, were panicking and
screaming too, just like them. Someone yelled for everyone to
run to the cars, and all at once we were
in motion, each of us overwhelmed by terror and feeling
that the second howl was meant to be a dinner
bell ringing. All eight of us, five boys and three girls,
piled into the two vehicles and slammed the door shut,
and we locked them and then everything went quiet. Were
we all holding our breath? I don't remember. After a
minute or two we began to relax. False security fueled
by window glass and sheep metal, enhanced our bravery. I
felt my shoulders relaxed for a second before one of
the girls laser locked on the woods and pointed her
finger and screamed. We instantly turned to see what she
was pointing at and found ourselves staring into a pair
of red glowing eyes from just inside the tree line.
And then a third howl rattled the windows, seconds before
a black blur shot out of the edge of my
line of sight. Then the car was shaking, as if
something were rocking it side to side. It felt like
it was almost lifting the car off the ground. We
all yelled and streaked with the realization that mere sheep
metal was no protection against our impending doom. We scrambled
around trying to see what was shaking us to death.
And it should have been easy to make out features,
a shape, anything, but all we saw was a black
blur outlined by the white light of the moon. And
then the vehicle rocked to a stop as the same
black blur raced toward the beach and out of sight.
A minute passed, and then two, and finally someone rolled
down the window and shouted over to the other car,
did you guys see anything? We saw your car shaken.
Someone replied, yeah, but did you see it? And after
a pause, they answered, now we didn't see anything. We
sat there for another ten minutes, shouting back and forth
between the vehicles. I can't honestly say why we didn't
immediately leave. Maybe we were too frightened to move. Eventually,
our nerves settled and bravado won out over common sence.
Oh to be a teenager again, showing off for the ladies. Simultaneously,
we opened our car doors and we all got out.
We were clearly still shaking and doing our best to
hide it. Everyone was talking at once and asking questions
and offering opinions. What was that? I don't know. What
did it look like? I couldn't see it. What was
it like being in the car as it was being shaken? Well, hell,
it terrified me. Where do you think it went? I
started to pull away from the group. I was sure
i'd seen something ahead toward the beach. I walked through
the crunching snow. The ground was covered in our footprints
from earlier, and that's when I saw it. It was
in the middle of a patch of clean, untouched snow,
and it was a very large, pall print. It was
a single padded print with claw marks extending from them,
isolated and ice covered white. And it was huge. It
was easily eight inches wide. And I called everyone over
to check it out, and in shock, we murmured to
each other about what could have made that track, And
then one of the guys yelled, hey, over there, and
sure enough, there was another print eight feet away. Whatever
it was, it must have been enormous, and it was
running on two feet. We found five tracks in all,
and their distance apart and sizing reinforced the fact that
some huge thing had run toward the beach. We scoured
the entire area looking for more prints, but it was
like it dissolved into nothingness. We searched both left and right.
It never turned. But where could it have gone? I
walked down to the beach area and there was a
break in the wall and had ice covered stairs leading
down to it. I more fell down the steps than
I walked down them, and the wind had stopped. The
resulting lack of sound from the water increased the eeriness.
Now I could hear the crunching of my own feet
pushing through the top layer of snow. Then I found
what I was looking for, more tracks. The first one
was fifteen feet from the wall, and now yelled to
everyone to come down. There was a moment of comic
relief as I watched them slide and fall down the
icy steps. There they were, and there we were, huddled
around the first of the princes that led into the
edges of the freezing lake water. We determined that the
last step above the wall was fifteen feet from it,
and the first step below was another fifteen feet, A
thirty foot jump, A three and a half foot tall
wooden railing ran along the top of that wall that
it also had to maneuver over, and it sailed over
that rail and dropped a minimum of twenty feet to
the beach below. It was time for us to leave.
We went back the next day. The prints were still there,
confirming that we had indeed witnessed something strange, and over
the years we've joked about our run in with a werewolf.
The term dog man hadn't entered the lexicon yet. Later
we found a plaque posted to a tree at the
far end of the beach. It stated that the land
there was once the site of an Indian massacre or
something worse. It's been so long that I no longer
remember the story written on it. But over the years
we went back to the beach many times and it
sort of became our spot, a place to hang out
and chill. It was left unspoken that we were there
to see if we would ever encounter this thing again,
and luckily we never did. I wonder now if we
somehow summoned that thing there that night. I'm now a
well armed child of God, ready to speak with the
authority of Jesus against any such encounters. Be watchful, be viligent,
and most of all be ready. When I was twenty
years old, I went to work in the clothing mill.
After a few years of working in the winding room,
I was transferred to the print works on second shift.
It would get really hot in that room, so while
they were shut down and cleaning the machine between batches,
I would go out into the cool air and catch
a breath. One night in November of nineteen seventy two,
as I was standing outside, I saw something out of
the corner of my eye that was coming around the building.
I turned to see a circular object that was one
hundred feet in diameter. It was flat on the bottom,
It had a dome on the top, and it was
flashing colored lights that spun around and rotated with the
spin of the craft. There was a dark hole in
the center of the bottom. It was a clear night,
with lots of stars in the sky except where the
craft blocked them out. I want to make it clear
that I have never done drugs, nor have I consumed
alcohol or even so much as smoked a cigarette. This
was not un hallucination. I had never seen anything like
this before. I wouldn't even have known what I was
looking at if I hadn't watched the day the Earth
stood still. This craft was only about forty feet off
the ground, and it was moving slowly. It didn't make
a sound, not even a wooshing sound. It was quiet
in the building, so there was nothing to drown out
any of the noise. I'd have heard it if this
thing made any sounds. It crossed my field of view
and I yelled for a coworker to come out and
see it too. He was a retired Air Force officer.
He said he'd never seen anything like it either, and
we watched as it drifted along and followed the river
in a northerly direction toward Greenville, South Carolina. When I
got home that night, my husband told me a flying
saucer had been spotted over Greenville around eleven pm. I
had seen it at ten pm, so it took an
hour to reach a Greenville. I told him I had
seen it too, and he laughed at me. He was
an abusive man who laughed at me and made fun
of me all the time for being a simple country girl.
Sometimes he hit me when he was angry. It was
a stressful marriage, so I didn't pursue a conversation. He
worked third shifts, so he had to leave for work anyway.
The next day he came home all excited. He'd driven
down the road that paralleled the river the craft had followed,
and he'd seen it too. I thought that was strange.
Had it come back? He said, A bright, pulsating light
was hovering above the tree, so he stopped and turned
off his lights, and he watched it for a few minutes,
and then turned his lights back on, and it shot
straight up into the sky and disappeared, but it didn't
stop there. That same week, I had the oddest dream.
I dreamed I was floating out the door and up
the dirt road we lived on. There was a big
circular object hovering over the road that I was being
drawn to, and I could see a wide light coming
out of the bottom, and it seemed like there were
bodies standing under the craft waiting for me. Then I
started feeling like I was spinning, or maybe I was
feeling extremely dizzy. Either way, it felt like I was
spinning around really fast, like I was in the spin
cycle of a washing machine. And then I found myself
sitting on a table in a white room that appeared
to circle around me. There were machines that looked to
me at the time like vending machines. We didn't know
about computers back then, but later I came to realize
as that's what they looked like. A man dressed in
white pointed at the machines and asked me what I wanted.
I want to ham I said, yeah, I know how
funny that sounds, but that's what I told him, and
a hamburger popped out of one of the shoots. I
don't remember eating it. The man stuck me in the
arm with a needle, and the next thing I remember,
he was showing me around the ship. We were standing
at a long curving window, and I realized we were
not on Earth anymore. We were speeding through space. We
stopped in midair, and I found myself looking at these tall,
twin buildings and a place I'd never heard of. He
said there were going to be changes on Earth, but
he didn't elaborate on what those changes were going to be.
Mostly he warned me of my predicament. He said that
I would have to change myself because the life I
was living had no future. I don't remember anything after that.
The next morning, I was back in my own bed.
I thought about that dream and how real it feel.
Oh At three pm, I headed to work, and as
I drove down the road where I had seen the
craft in my dream, I thought to myself, this is
where it happened. And then I looked up into the
sky and there it was again. It had a bright
silver bottom that sparkled in the sunlight, and as I
watched it, it shot straight up into the clouds and
out of sight. I only trusted a few people enough
to share this story with in the past, and then
only because they had shared with me something that had
happened with them. The more UFO stories I hear, though,
the more I realized the UFOs are getting bigger and bigger,
like mother ships coming down to Earth. I don't know
what's going to happen to us, but it's getting to
be a bit scary to think about. After that first dream,
I've had several experiences when I would wake up in
the middle of the night feeling as if I were
being pulled up to the ceiling. It was so scary.
Would think Jesus helped me, just help me, and then
I would float back down to my bed and feel
loving hands rubbing my face. That's no joke, it really happens.
I don't think all of these alien creatures are evil,
but I know these last ones trying to abduct me
felt evil. No, I'm not insane, nor am I out
there as some people call it. I have several degrees
in various technical courses. Now. I manage my own business
for years, and though I am retired now, I still
try to get out and work as much as I can.
I built my own house by myself, and it looks amazing,
And the funny part is that I built it in
a bigfoot hotspot. I've caught them on my game cameras
and I have many casts of their footprints. My life
has been a really amazing story. Thank you for reading it.