Speaker 1: Back in the summer of nineteen eighty seven, my friend
Speaker 1: Ron and I were on a retreat with a Catholic
Speaker 1: youth organization where we served as youth ministers. We arrived
Speaker 1: at the camp site and we felt strange as if
Speaker 1: something were watching us, but we blew it off due
Speaker 1: to the fact that we were in the mountains and
Speaker 1: we were a large group of youths and adults. The
Speaker 1: weekend so far had gone off without a hitch, as
Speaker 1: we had team building exercises, we had some free time
Speaker 1: and informational seminars to contend with. Ron, myself and a
Speaker 1: few young ladies volunteered to prep breakfast the next morning,
Speaker 1: so we got started at about eleven pm and finished
Speaker 1: at two am. Afterward, we headed back to our cabins
Speaker 1: for some sleep in preparation for the next day's busy schedule. Well,
Speaker 1: we were walking across large field that combined three soccer
Speaker 1: and football fields side by side. It was a full
Speaker 1: moon out and things seemed peaceful, and as we walked
Speaker 1: across the fields to get back to our cabins, we
Speaker 1: saw a dog come out of the woods. At least
Speaker 1: that's what we thought we saw. We were from the
Speaker 1: city and we thought that we could coax it over
Speaker 1: to us and pet it. But then it suddenly stood
Speaker 1: up on two legs, and everything around us got really quiet.
Speaker 1: When it stood up, it was far enough away that
Speaker 1: we could tell that it wasn't a dog, but it
Speaker 1: wasn't a man either, And whatever it was, it was
Speaker 1: an off white color and much larger than anyone in
Speaker 1: the group. All of the here boy left our lips immediately.
Speaker 1: Whenever we went on these retreats to different wooded locations,
Speaker 1: I always carried a large pocket knife. We were all
Speaker 1: totally shocked and afraid at the same time, but someone
Speaker 1: had to do something, so I grabbed my knife. This
Speaker 1: thing took two steps forward, but stopped dead in its tracks,
Speaker 1: and it just stared at us. I slowly walked forward
Speaker 1: to see if it was someone playing tricks on us.
Speaker 1: When it took a step back, I started running toward it,
Speaker 1: but before I could get much closer, this thing took
Speaker 1: three steps into the woods and disappeared without a trace.
Speaker 1: Once we made it back to our cabins, the authorities
Speaker 1: were notified and we made a report, to which we
Speaker 1: heard someone say I'm not surprised. Needless to say, we
Speaker 1: cut our trip short and left mid afternoon the next day.
Speaker 1: Thanks for listening to my story. Okay, this was a
Speaker 1: dog man's story where the guy actually ran at the
Speaker 1: dog man. Now that's pretty brave. I could not add
Speaker 1: one thing in commentary to this story other than you
Speaker 1: are a stud man a stallion running right at a
Speaker 1: dog man with a pocket knife. That's awesome. What an
Speaker 1: awesome little story. There's your dog man's story, folks. When
Speaker 1: my wife was fourteen years old, her dad took the
Speaker 1: family to Yellowstone National Park and in a camper, they
Speaker 1: stayed in the Fishing Bridge campground. Sometime during the night,
Speaker 1: my wife was awakened by a noise outside. She pushed
Speaker 1: the curtain back just enough for her to see out
Speaker 1: the window, and she was surprised to see a large man.
Speaker 1: She woke her mother up and told her that a
Speaker 1: man was looking in the window at her, but her
Speaker 1: mom told her that she was dreaming and to go
Speaker 1: back to sleep. She decided to take another peak to
Speaker 1: convince her mother that something strange was out there, but
Speaker 1: again her mother told her to go back to sleep.
Speaker 1: The next day they found dents of a large finger
Speaker 1: impressions on the top of the camper. In nineteen seventy two,
Speaker 1: when I came back from Vietnam, I decided to go
Speaker 1: to Bible College. We moved to Toko, Georgia and lived
Speaker 1: in a low income government housing pet to be nearer
Speaker 1: the school. In the woods behind our house, we would
Speaker 1: often hear knocks coming from the woods at night. The
Speaker 1: college had eleven hundred acres. Students were allowed to hunt
Speaker 1: above the main campus. On the upper campus there was
Speaker 1: a large lake with an earthen dam. One day, my
Speaker 1: wife and I were up there scouting for upcoming deer season.
Speaker 1: We were walking beside the beaver pines when we began
Speaker 1: to hear footsteps paralleling hours in the woods. I thought
Speaker 1: maybe it was a black bear, but I wasn't too
Speaker 1: worried because I had a thirty thirty rifle with me.
Speaker 1: But something was unsettling about the sound of it. It
Speaker 1: didn't sound like a bear. It sounded like a heavy
Speaker 1: footed human. After the new year, we moved to a
Speaker 1: different house on the mountain. The owner of the house
Speaker 1: was a farmer who gave me permission to hunt on
Speaker 1: his land, including the forested port. We never ran into
Speaker 1: bigfoot while we were hunting, but we would hear them
Speaker 1: in the woods at night from the house. When one
Speaker 1: of them came close to the house, all the sounds
Speaker 1: would come to a sudden halt, and then the strange
Speaker 1: house and other unnatural vocalizations fill the air. My wife
Speaker 1: and I are in our seventies now and we plan
Speaker 1: to go camping this summer and we hope to see
Speaker 1: a Bigfoot or two. We live in Wyoming and are
Speaker 1: planning to go to northern California, Oregon, and Washington. Oh Man.
Speaker 1: I hope you get to see a couple of bigfoots.
Speaker 1: That would be that would make the trip worthwhile, that
Speaker 1: would be worth going camping. I think long as they're
Speaker 1: not too close. We don't want Bigfoot too close to us.
Speaker 1: We want to see them way over there. That's where
Speaker 1: we want to see Bigfoot. Thank you to the writer
Speaker 1: for sending this story. I thought it was great. On
Speaker 1: a cloudless spring day in the California Central Valley, I
Speaker 1: could see the Sierras clearly to the east, one hundred
Speaker 1: miles away. I had been outside in the backyard from
Speaker 1: my Saturday morning chore of airing dog poo. Fortunately, our
Speaker 1: dogs were savvy enough to relieve themselves in generally the
Speaker 1: same area of our half acre yard. Seven redwoods lined
Speaker 1: the west side of the fence, and a shallow concrete
Speaker 1: pool filled with colorful koi adorn the east side. I
Speaker 1: began to dig a hole near the tool shed at
Speaker 1: the south corner without a conscious thought, and I turned
Speaker 1: my head to the east, as if anticipating something was
Speaker 1: coming at me. In midair, a gray colored creature stopped
Speaker 1: abruptly and hovered upright about a shovel's length away, just
Speaker 1: above my eye level. What the heck, I thought. As
Speaker 1: we observed each other for five long seconds, it was
Speaker 1: enough time for me to get a good look at
Speaker 1: it close up in bright daylight. I looked first, where
Speaker 1: most animals have eyes. The flying creature had tiny black eyeballs,
Speaker 1: if that's what they were. The rest of the eye
Speaker 1: area were darker shades of gray. I saw no mouth
Speaker 1: and no nose. The thing had a body like a worm.
Speaker 1: It was two feet long and one fourth of that wide.
Speaker 1: It had transparent wings, but they did not reach out
Speaker 1: like a bird's. Instead, they were adjoined alongside its entire
Speaker 1: body on both sides, and they moved in waves, very
Speaker 1: much like a cuddlefish. As quickly as it appeared, it
Speaker 1: flew off to the south, and I lost sight of it.
Speaker 1: When it passed my neighbor's plum tree. It seemed to
Speaker 1: dissolve into the sky. Now I'm no stranger to paranormal activity,
Speaker 1: but this was weird even for me. I finished my
Speaker 1: chore while engraving every detail of that buggish bird in
Speaker 1: my mind. I told my wife as soon as I
Speaker 1: entered the house, I just saw something out of a fairytale. Sweetheart.
Speaker 1: Of course, she didn't know what to say, although we
Speaker 1: had been married only a few years by then, she
Speaker 1: had witnessed several unnerving events in my company. Because of
Speaker 1: those scares and resolutions involving the dead, she gave me
Speaker 1: the benefit of the doubt. Two weeks later, I watched
Speaker 1: an episode of Monster Quest. A news cameraman had captured
Speaker 1: on film an unexplained flying object at lax on several occasions,
Speaker 1: streaking across the sky at low altitude. The UFOs appeared
Speaker 1: like long, thin, gray forms, traveling so fast that human
Speaker 1: eyes can only see them on film. Monster Quest named
Speaker 1: them rods. A news anchorman seconded the recorded sightings videos
Speaker 1: by other camera personnel and other places around the world
Speaker 1: showed that humans didn't notice them as unknown animals. Started
Speaker 1: by that's it, That's what I saw. I was so
Speaker 1: excited that others had seen them too, even if only
Speaker 1: on film. I jumped off the sofa and googled Tom,
Speaker 1: the cameraman who first videoed these creatures. He had a
Speaker 1: website just on this subject. Most of his narrative was
Speaker 1: about how extremely upset he was that Monster Quests primarily
Speaker 1: attempted to debunk what he had captured on film, so
Speaker 1: typical of such TV programs when something new is explored.
Speaker 1: I email my experience to him. In it, I presented
Speaker 1: a question and he gave me an answer. Why would
Speaker 1: it stop and study you? I believe the speedy creature
Speaker 1: stopped to take note of me because I since it coming.
Speaker 1: That may not happen often. It's been more than twenty
Speaker 1: years since I met that rod animal. I would be
Speaker 1: pleased to encounter it another time anywhere. I live in
Speaker 1: the East Midlands of England, a rural area about fifteen
Speaker 1: miles from the nearest city. There are only twenty houses
Speaker 1: in our village, and close by are the acres of woodland.
Speaker 1: I've walked in those woods countless times with friends, and
Speaker 1: I never found anything unusual other than the occasional tent.
Speaker 1: A man lives in those woods with his well trained
Speaker 1: dogs that regularly compete in dog shows. I've never heard
Speaker 1: them bark once and all the times I visited them.
Speaker 1: During the COVID epidemic, I decided to take up running.
Speaker 1: Due to the situation, we were only allowed to exercise
Speaker 1: outside once a day, and I decided to go for
Speaker 1: a run in the mornings. It went well for a
Speaker 1: few weeks. I improved a lost weight and I enjoyed myself.
Speaker 1: I would run about a half mile up the road
Speaker 1: and back. Eventually, I decided to run to a small
Speaker 1: bridge over a ditch about a mile up the road
Speaker 1: around there. Every day for a week or so, when
Speaker 1: I ran, I listened to music to help distract myself
Speaker 1: from from fatigue and exhaustion. My music was never too loud,
Speaker 1: just in case a car came down the road. One day,
Speaker 1: I was approaching the bridge and I kept hearing something
Speaker 1: other than my music. So I got to the bridge
Speaker 1: and I stopped to listen. As I took my earphones out,
Speaker 1: I heard a loud howl from the woods another mile ahead.
Speaker 1: I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath,
Speaker 1: and moments later another howl came, but this time it
Speaker 1: was closer. I searched my brain to think of what
Speaker 1: could be making that noise. I knew that the man
Speaker 1: who lived up the road had dogs, but like I said,
Speaker 1: they were trained in obedient. Another disturbing howl came, and
Speaker 1: that was enough for me, and I ran straight back home,
Speaker 1: and I spent the next days trying to think of
Speaker 1: what it could have been. I didn't say anything to
Speaker 1: anyone because I didn't think it was that important, and
Speaker 1: I came to the conclusion that it must have been
Speaker 1: those dogs. Well, a few days later, I saw the
Speaker 1: man outside gardening and I stopped to say hello, and
Speaker 1: I asked him whether his dogs howled in the mornings. Well,
Speaker 1: he looked at me like I was crazy and said
Speaker 1: they never howled. I asked whether they were kept outside,
Speaker 1: but he said that he kept them indoors until they
Speaker 1: went on a walk, usually around nine am. I used
Speaker 1: to run at seven am, so whatever I heard out
Speaker 1: there was not his dogs. But I put the house
Speaker 1: to the back of my mind anyway, and I moved on.
Speaker 1: Sometime later, I went on a walk with a girlfriend.
Speaker 1: Her auntie lived in the village over. To get there,
Speaker 1: you had to pass the man's house to go through
Speaker 1: the woods, and I dropped her off and I went
Speaker 1: back through the woods and I said hello to the
Speaker 1: man and his dogs, and I made my way home.
Speaker 1: Between the woods and my house is a private gated
Speaker 1: lane where pheasant feeders are kept for shooting season. Well,
Speaker 1: I approached the lane and I heard that same howl,
Speaker 1: this time from the pheasant feeders. The gate was shut
Speaker 1: and there were no vehicles at the entrance. I knew
Speaker 1: the farmer checked the area regularly to ensure no one
Speaker 1: could enter the property. So I came to the unsettling
Speaker 1: conclusion that the creature in the woods had snuck its
Speaker 1: way in. Well, I picked up my pace and I
Speaker 1: went home. Whatever that howl was, it scared me enough
Speaker 1: not to go on my morning runs at all. Thank
Speaker 1: you for reading this far I don't mind if you
Speaker 1: use my name. I know this story isn't very interesting,
Speaker 1: but I know your viewers won't judge me. Keep up
Speaker 1: the amazing work and I love listening to your podcast.
Speaker 1: And the writer's name has Ben is from the East Midlands.
Speaker 1: Of England. I really appreciate these stories from England and
Speaker 1: anywhere in Europe. I love hearing from those people. Australia, Europe.
Speaker 1: You know, does Russia, does the Far East get these podcasts?
Speaker 1: Is it like excluded? I've always wondered do Russians listen
Speaker 1: to this stuff? They probably don't understand English, and hell
Speaker 1: I don't even speak English very well. But I was
Speaker 1: just wondering, regarding the international audience, if anybody in Russia
Speaker 1: or Ukraine or any of those countries in that area
Speaker 1: of Europe and in Russia. Does China get podcasts? Probably not,
Speaker 1: I know Japan does. I've heard from people from Japan, Okinawa, Africa.
Speaker 1: I've heard a few from Africa, a lot from South Africa,
Speaker 1: north of South Africa, maybe one or two. Nobody from
Speaker 1: the Middle East, maybe one from Iran. I think Iran
Speaker 1: must be able to get some of these. I'm not sure.
Speaker 1: I don't know how that works. Some countries block Western
Speaker 1: websites and some countries don't, and people have access to them,
Speaker 1: and I really don't know what I'm talking about. It
Speaker 1: just kind of crossed my mind, so I said it.
Speaker 1: So pay no attention to the village idiot here. I'm
Speaker 1: just rambling, but it was on my mind anyway. Thank
Speaker 1: you Ben for the story, and thanks for listening way
Speaker 1: over there in England. I appreciate you, buddy. Thanks. I
Speaker 1: live in Washington and I fished for most of the year.
Speaker 1: Last week was opening day of fishing on the Green River,
Speaker 1: just north of my home. The fishing was good. We
Speaker 1: even hooked a fourteen inch trout on that particular day.
Speaker 1: I stayed fishing for a while longer in that spot.
Speaker 1: My dad went down river to another hole not far
Speaker 1: from me. I was fishing and a softball sized rock
Speaker 1: flew six feet over my head and landed in the
Speaker 1: river in front of me. I looked back up into
Speaker 1: the thick timber, but I couldn't see anything. I got
Speaker 1: my dad's attention and I told him what happened. We
Speaker 1: walked out of there, expecting to see someone on that hill.
Speaker 1: I thought it was a guy or kid throwing a
Speaker 1: rock into the river, not knowing we were there, But
Speaker 1: there was no one up there. I knew something had
Speaker 1: thrown it because I heard it hitting the treetops before
Speaker 1: it hit the water in front of me. Now there's
Speaker 1: a chance it could have been a person, but I
Speaker 1: don't know how they could have gotten out of the
Speaker 1: area that fast without us seeing them. I don't think
Speaker 1: a kid can throw a softball sized rock very far,
Speaker 1: and if it were an adult, he'd have to have
Speaker 1: been a big guy, in which case I would have
Speaker 1: seen him. This event confuses me to this day. Now
Speaker 1: I still fish out there, but that experience is in
Speaker 1: the back of my mind every time. In the late
Speaker 1: nineteen nineties, when my mother was in her sixties, a
Speaker 1: memory returned to her. It was a vision long buried
Speaker 1: in her mind. She was born in nineteen thirty three,
Speaker 1: the third of ten children, and she had grown up
Speaker 1: on a shared plot of land that held both her
Speaker 1: family's home and her aunt, Doris's house. This was a
Speaker 1: land filled with memories of daily life and family, a
Speaker 1: place where even the extraordinary might be given a practical explanation.
Speaker 1: But this particular memory, once it returned to fight all
Speaker 1: ordinary reasoning and challenged even her deeply rooted Christian faith.
Speaker 1: In nineteen forty four, when she was eleven years old,
Speaker 1: something startling happened. Her father thought the barn was on fire.
Speaker 1: When they rushed closer to investigate, they were not met
Speaker 1: with flames or smoke, but something entirely different. Suspended in
Speaker 1: midair above the barn was a perfect sphere, a phenomenon
Speaker 1: that none of them could have expected or explained. The
Speaker 1: sphere appeared almost alive. As my mother described it, it
Speaker 1: was beautiful. It was a liquid like surface, and it
Speaker 1: shifted with vivid colors, so bright that it should have
Speaker 1: hurt her eyes, but it didn't. They approached it in silence,
Speaker 1: unable to see it until they were nearly upon it
Speaker 1: due to the slope of the land. Once they were
Speaker 1: close enough, words seemed to disappear. The only sound came
Speaker 1: from her mother, who murmured a low, almost reverent tone,
Speaker 1: always heard if you see something like this, there's going
Speaker 1: to be a death in the family. They gazed at
Speaker 1: the sphere in silence and bound together by a shared
Speaker 1: awe and foreboding, And although the experience was powerful and unsettling,
Speaker 1: none of them ever spoke about it again. My mother
Speaker 1: couldn't remember how they returned to the house afterward. The
Speaker 1: memory simply faded, hidden somewhere in her mind, as if
Speaker 1: shielding her from something that lay beyond understanding. Then, on
Speaker 1: a day in nineteen ninety seven, as she was going
Speaker 1: about her day, the memory resurfaced, as vivid as the
Speaker 1: moment had happened, and she found herself asking aloud, where
Speaker 1: did it go? The vision returned with such force that
Speaker 1: it felt less like a memory and more like a
Speaker 1: glimpse into an unresolved part of her life. She shared
Speaker 1: it with me, describing the sphere as if she were
Speaker 1: seeing it again. The liquid colors, the eerie silence, and
Speaker 1: the brightness all still so real to her. Her devotion
Speaker 1: to honesty left no room for doubt in my mind,
Speaker 1: and her telling was so detailed that we even talked
Speaker 1: about visiting the hypnotist to try to uncover more, but
Speaker 1: we never did. Now that my mother has passed, I
Speaker 1: often think back on her story, and I wonder what
Speaker 1: she might have discovered if we had pursued it further.
Speaker 1: I imagine that in some way she finally knows all there
Speaker 1: is to know about that sphere and the mysteries of
Speaker 1: that day. Her memory of it remains vivid in my mind,
Speaker 1: a story that transcends time and serves as a reminder
Speaker 1: of the mysteries that lie just beyond what we can see.
Speaker 1: Thank you, Cameron for letting me share this, Keep up
Speaker 1: the good work and stay just as you are. God
Speaker 1: bless you and your family, Tina. God bless you, Tina.
Speaker 1: Thank you for that memory of your mother. That's really
Speaker 1: it's really intriguing. And what a don't how do you
Speaker 1: describe these things. It's like it's just a warm memory
Speaker 1: of something unusual. I don't know. I'm not even gonna
Speaker 1: try it. She has her feelings about it, and that's
Speaker 1: all that counts. What a nice story, What a nice
Speaker 1: unusual story. Thanks Tina. All right, here is a set
Speaker 1: of multiple encounters from Carl and Michelle in Arkansas, and
Speaker 1: she titles this email our encounter. So I'm just gonna
Speaker 1: read it. At the end of the email, she says,
Speaker 1: if you need to edit it, go ahead. Michelle, I
Speaker 1: didn't have to. I didn't have to change a word
Speaker 1: in this. She wrote it perfectly, at least perfectly enough
Speaker 1: for me to read it. So here we go. All right,
Speaker 1: here we go, Here we go. My name is Michelle
Speaker 1: and I'm fifty four years old. My husband, Carl is
Speaker 1: four six and we're both prior military, and my husband's
Speaker 1: been in combat on more than one occasion, so he
Speaker 1: suffers from severe PTSD. We both have our Bachelors of
Speaker 1: Science degree from UCA and we've been happily married for
Speaker 1: twenty one years now, so we're not a couple of flakes.
Speaker 1: I grew up in the foothills of the Ozarks in
Speaker 1: a town called Shirley, which only has a population of
Speaker 1: three hundred and thirty six. I occupied myself in the
Speaker 1: woods growing up. In fact, when I wasn't in school,
Speaker 1: that's where I could be found. My father was a
Speaker 1: rock mason and a woodcarver. Being his only child, I
Speaker 1: was raised a tomboy. He taught me about plants and animals,
Speaker 1: and he taught me how to hunt, so I'm very
Speaker 1: familiar with the woods here in Arkansas. My husband grew
Speaker 1: up in the shadow of White Rock Mountain in a
Speaker 1: little community called Pleasant View here in Arkansas. His father
Speaker 1: served in the Spoke Forces during Vietnam and taught him
Speaker 1: to be a survivalist from birth. So we're both at
Speaker 1: home in the forest, to say the least. In twenty ten,
Speaker 1: we were spending the night with a friend of ours
Speaker 1: by the name of Austin. He and my husband were close.
Speaker 1: He lived in an old single wide trailer and that
Speaker 1: sat on a hill and away, so that one end
Speaker 1: was higher than the other. The tongue d was a
Speaker 1: foot off the ground and the other was four and
Speaker 1: a half feet off the ground, So the small, sideways
Speaker 1: rectangular window in the bedroom was eight feet off the ground.
Speaker 1: Now Austin lives in a community that is way out
Speaker 1: in the sticks, just outside Plumberville, Arkansas. It was a
Speaker 1: pleasant summer evening and we were all hanging around the house.
Speaker 1: Carl got up to go to the restroom as the
Speaker 1: rest of us were talking. He hadn't been out there
Speaker 1: long when I heard him calling my name. I noticed
Speaker 1: that his tone sounded strange and off, so I rushed
Speaker 1: to the bathroom to see what was going on. When
Speaker 1: I opened the door, the first thing I heard was
Speaker 1: a low, rumbling growl. I looked at my husband, who
Speaker 1: was still sitting on the toilet with a shocked look
Speaker 1: on his face and his pants around his ankles, and
Speaker 1: asked him what the hell was that. I don't know.
Speaker 1: He said it was dark outside and I couldn't see
Speaker 1: anything out the long, skinny window. So I ran over
Speaker 1: and I turned out the light and I went back
Speaker 1: to the window. The street light was just out of
Speaker 1: my line of sight but still illuminated in the end
Speaker 1: of the yard. There was a small strip of mode
Speaker 1: grass at the end of the trailer, and then it
Speaker 1: was just short brush. All I could see was a
Speaker 1: large mass on all fours, parting the grass and shrubbery.
Speaker 1: It looked to be four feet across the shoulders and
Speaker 1: at least six feet long from shoulder to butt. I
Speaker 1: did not see a tail, and I turned around and
Speaker 1: I asked him what just happened. He told me that
Speaker 1: he had just come in the bathroom and sat down
Speaker 1: when he heard a loud growl that made his insides vibrate,
Speaker 1: and tried to yell from me, but he didn't want
Speaker 1: to be loud. At the same time, he said that
Speaker 1: it had growled a low, rumbling growl that was similar
Speaker 1: to the one that I had heard just after this.
Speaker 1: I know that what we heard was no dog, no coyote,
Speaker 1: or bear, none of which could ever growl like this.
Speaker 1: Only my husband heard the first and loudest and scariest
Speaker 1: growl of them all, which scared him stiff. He said
Speaker 1: he felt all the blood in his body pour down
Speaker 1: to his feet in fear. Worst of which was that hee.
Speaker 1: That first growl in the back of his neck, literally
Speaker 1: through the open door, which only had a screen between
Speaker 1: him and the beast. He said he was afraid to
Speaker 1: turn around and look out the window, and he swore
Speaker 1: it sounded like a werewolf from a movie and was
Speaker 1: canine for sure, and doesn't remember if he smelled anything.
Speaker 1: At this time, he had never researched or knew about
Speaker 1: dog men or wear being real. My husband said that
Speaker 1: when he was setting on the toilet and the beast
Speaker 1: growled on his neck, it was the scariest moment of
Speaker 1: his entire life. Now that's coming from someone who has
Speaker 1: seen the absolute worst and best of all humanity. He said,
Speaker 1: if he hadn't been on the toilet, he'd probably have
Speaker 1: wet or sold himself. Austin had the pit ball outside
Speaker 1: tied up in the back corner of the trailer, almost
Speaker 1: right next to the window that was located behind my
Speaker 1: husband as he did his business in the toilet, and
Speaker 1: we never heard a peep out of her during all
Speaker 1: of this. This all happened late in the evening and
Speaker 1: in the morning we found out why she was lying
Speaker 1: in the yard with her chest and stomach ripped out
Speaker 1: and the contents were gone. We felt so bad for
Speaker 1: that dog. Carl thinks he interrupted the beast while it
Speaker 1: was eating her, and it voiced its displeasure at him.
Speaker 1: Good lord, that's man. That is shocking. Sorry. I don't
Speaker 1: normally stop in the middle of a story, but that
Speaker 1: is man. That was scare me to death. I walked
Speaker 1: out and saw a dead dog like that after hearing
Speaker 1: all those growls. Anyway, let's move on years later in
Speaker 1: twenty fourteen. In twenty fifteen, we were in Bush, Arkansas.
Speaker 1: We had ten acres with a medium sized creek that
Speaker 1: ran down the backside of our property and it empties
Speaker 1: into the White River at the southeast corner of our land.
Speaker 1: Beyond the creek at the backside of the property is
Speaker 1: Army Corps of Engineer Land. Our property was roughly rectangular shaped.
Speaker 1: The road we lived down dead ended and became our
Speaker 1: long curvy driveway. The house was in the middle of
Speaker 1: the acreage. You couldn't see the house from our steel
Speaker 1: gate at the entrance. If you were standing at the
Speaker 1: end of our driveway, the house and shed would be
Speaker 1: on your right, and the only house that was close
Speaker 1: to us was back down the drive to the left
Speaker 1: of our gate. About one hundred and fifty feet and
Speaker 1: it had two eight by eight metal sheds at the
Speaker 1: end of a single wide mobile home. Their fence ran
Speaker 1: the full length of our driveway. The first time something happened,
Speaker 1: I was taking Sugar Bear, our miniature poodle, out to
Speaker 1: go to the bathroom around two am. I usually walked
Speaker 1: her on a leash because there are bobcats and codies,
Speaker 1: and husband even went face to face with a mountain
Speaker 1: lion one evening. Even though gaming fished and ice that
Speaker 1: they are here, it was clear out and it was
Speaker 1: a full moon, so I didn't take a flashlight. I
Speaker 1: was just across the driveway near the fence that marked
Speaker 1: the property boundary when I heard a rock hit a
Speaker 1: tree near me from across the fence. It went thwack
Speaker 1: against the tree and then thump, thump, thump to the ground.
Speaker 1: My heart began to beat faster as I struggled to
Speaker 1: see what was there. I could not see what threw it,
Speaker 1: but my first thought was it was a bigfoot. Now
Speaker 1: Sugar didn't bark, but she was headed toward the house,
Speaker 1: tugging on the leash, so I took her advice and
Speaker 1: I'm back toward the house never taking my eyes off
Speaker 1: the woodline, and then we went inside. I told my
Speaker 1: husband the next morning. He said that he believed that
Speaker 1: I had heard something out there, but he doubted it
Speaker 1: was bigfoot. Days later, a friend came by to do
Speaker 1: some fishing. We will call him Wily. He took his gear,
Speaker 1: a water jug in one of our large handled spotlights.
Speaker 1: This was around five pm when he went down to
Speaker 1: the creek. Around seven or eight, it was after dark.
Speaker 1: He came running in the front door with no stuff
Speaker 1: and only one shoe. He was breathing heavy and his
Speaker 1: eyes were white, and he was white as a ghost.
Speaker 1: When we asked Wily what happened, he said, I don't
Speaker 1: know what's down there, but it's big and it's pissed off.
Speaker 1: We asked where all the stuff was, and he added,
Speaker 1: I left it down there, and I'm not going back
Speaker 1: for it. I ran plumb out of my shoe and
Speaker 1: I'm never fishing here again. He told us that the
Speaker 1: spotlight had died on him, so he didn't get a
Speaker 1: good look at it. Well. He stayed the night. We
Speaker 1: told him that we would go get his stuff the
Speaker 1: next day. The next morning, my husband and I went
Speaker 1: to the dock to get his things. His fishing gear
Speaker 1: was untouched, but his shoe was missing, as well as
Speaker 1: his water jug. We found his shoe thirty feet up
Speaker 1: the creek and his bottle on the bank ten more
Speaker 1: feet up stream. My husband didn't know what to think
Speaker 1: because Wiley was a bit of a lush and he
Speaker 1: had a tendency to spin a good yarn now and then.
Speaker 1: But I believed him. I mean, the man ran out
Speaker 1: of his shoe and he kept running. Later, I was
Speaker 1: taking Sugar out at approximately two thirty or three am.
Speaker 1: This was a week or so later. This time, instead
Speaker 1: of heading toward the river, I took her toward our
Speaker 1: gate at the opposite end of the driveway. I had
Speaker 1: a small hand held spotlight with a click switch on it.
Speaker 1: That night, we had turned off the street light that
Speaker 1: stood between the house and the shed because we liked
Speaker 1: to look at the stars. As we walked past the sheds,
Speaker 1: which was on my right, I heard a loud bang.
Speaker 1: It's something huge smack the side of one of the sheds.
Speaker 1: I was so startled that when I jumped, I clicked
Speaker 1: off the light and I dropped it at my feet
Speaker 1: as fast as I could get it picked up. I
Speaker 1: turned it on and scanned the shed area, but there
Speaker 1: was nothing. Absolutely nothing is what I saw. I figure
Speaker 1: it was hiding behind one of the sheds. This time,
Speaker 1: Sugar ran behind me barking. I was tired and I
Speaker 1: hadn't forgotten to put her on a leash, and I
Speaker 1: had backed up towards the house, my heart thumping as
Speaker 1: we went inside. He did this for about a month
Speaker 1: and a half, but each time it smacked the shed,
Speaker 1: I jumped less and less. I was startled, but I
Speaker 1: was curious At the same time. I really wanted to
Speaker 1: see this thing. After this, I brought my twelve gage
Speaker 1: pump with me every night as a precaution. After all,
Speaker 1: there are wild animals and they can be unpredictable. The
Speaker 1: next morning, I told my husband what had happened, and
Speaker 1: he just looked at me, puzzled and gave me the
Speaker 1: typical spouse who hasn't seen or heard anything response. I
Speaker 1: don't know, he said, maybe you're imagining things, even after
Speaker 1: what happened to our friend. I wasn't angry with him
Speaker 1: for his response. He just hadn't seen or heard anything yet.
Speaker 1: I never felt like I needed to use the shotgun
Speaker 1: at any time as these things were happening, because I
Speaker 1: never felt threatened. It never growled at me or made
Speaker 1: any vocalizations. It felt more like it was laughing at
Speaker 1: me inside, thinking watch the silly human jump. I never
Speaker 1: smelled anything, but I think that was because it crossed
Speaker 1: the river and possibly the creek to get there, depending
Speaker 1: on where he crossed the river. One evening, I was
Speaker 1: on the back deck barbecuing dinner when downward the creek
Speaker 1: and the river meet, I heard loud, grunting sound. It
Speaker 1: reminded me of a gorilla, but it had a different
Speaker 1: quality to it. There was so much more base. That night,
Speaker 1: it was around eleven PM when I took Sugar out
Speaker 1: now Sugar and I passed our shed. I heard crashing
Speaker 1: like an elephant was coming through the woods, except it
Speaker 1: was on two legs. It was moving from right to left,
Speaker 1: behind the canoes toward the house. This time I did
Speaker 1: raise my shotgun and it froze, and at first I
Speaker 1: couldn't hear anything. Then I heard a shuffle and a shuffle,
Speaker 1: and the leaves were moving, and I knew it was
Speaker 1: standing there, and I got the impression that it didn't
Speaker 1: know what to do at that moment. I just didn't
Speaker 1: want our puppy being a snack for this thing, and
Speaker 1: I shined the shotgun's flashlight into the woods. But I
Speaker 1: never saw it. Now, why I shine nothing? So once
Speaker 1: again I backed my way toward the house and went in.
Speaker 1: I figure it must have been shot at before by
Speaker 1: the way it froze. Intended to shoot it unless I
Speaker 1: had to. I told my husband when I got in
Speaker 1: the house what had happened. So the next morning he
Speaker 1: went out to look, but he found nothing. He didn't
Speaker 1: even find a broken tree limb. I couldn't believe he
Speaker 1: didn't find anything. It really blew my mind. It was
Speaker 1: so loud that it sounded like it was breaking everything
Speaker 1: in its path. He was beginning to think I was nuts.
Speaker 1: But then something else happened. A week later, he was
Speaker 1: taking Sugar out with a shotgun in tow when he
Speaker 1: got a surprise. They got out the door and onto
Speaker 1: the middle of the driveway when in the woods on
Speaker 1: the other side of the fence came something huge crashing
Speaker 1: through the trees. My husband does not scare easy. He
Speaker 1: was raised in the woods of Arkansas by a Vietnam
Speaker 1: Green Beret veteran turned Southern Baptist preacher, and he himself
Speaker 1: was a combat veteran. Both my husband and his father
Speaker 1: are tough, old school guys. But he raised that twelve
Speaker 1: gay shot gun and it froze. He shined the flashlight
Speaker 1: into the trees high and low, but he could see nothing.
Speaker 1: He said, it sounded like a prehistoric mammoth crashing through
Speaker 1: the woods coming toward him, but he couldn't see or
Speaker 1: find anything. Like myself, he backed into the house, shot
Speaker 1: gun at the ready. A few days later, the neighbors
Speaker 1: at the gate end of our driveway told us that
Speaker 1: just after dark the night before, they had chased a
Speaker 1: large man off their property onto hours. Now. I've always
Speaker 1: wanted to go back there and see if this thing
Speaker 1: is still there, but I can't get anyone to go
Speaker 1: with me. We moved not long after that. We moved
Speaker 1: to a suburb of Rogers on Beaver Lake. After all this,
Speaker 1: my husband bought us all a glock ten millimeter. Our
Speaker 1: son lives with us, so that's three glocks. We now
Speaker 1: have a house rule that no one goes out at
Speaker 1: all without their ten millimeter. He also bought two Rock
Speaker 1: Island VR eighty semi auto twelve game shotguns with mags.
Speaker 1: He turned our Yukon Excel Denali into an adventure vehicle
Speaker 1: and is planning to get more guns, a Ruger Precision
Speaker 1: Rifle in three hundred win mag and a Marlin Lever
Speaker 1: Action forty five seventy before we move back out to
Speaker 1: the country again, which I hope is soon. Thank you
Speaker 1: for reading this. Let me know what you think about
Speaker 1: our encounters. Feel free to use our names. These events
Speaker 1: are absolutely true. If you need to edit, feel free.
Speaker 1: Blessings Michelle and Carl, and she goes on to say
Speaker 1: contact us by phone. I very rarely do that. I
Speaker 1: just want to read your story and try to get
Speaker 1: to as many as I can with the mand this
Speaker 1: family they've had. This is one of those deals where
Speaker 1: these people just have so much trouble with a creature
Speaker 1: and they never see it. They never see anything, they
Speaker 1: never find any evidence of it being there. Yet they
Speaker 1: experience something like a dump truck coming through the woods.
Speaker 1: It is so odd. I guess you can make a
Speaker 1: lot of noise maybe coming through woods, like in the
Speaker 1: spring or summer when there's a lot of leaves on,
Speaker 1: and you can go up there and not see the
Speaker 1: damage because there's so much going on in the woods.
Speaker 1: There is so much, so many leaves, tree limbs and all.
Speaker 1: And you know, sound is deceptive. You might think it's
Speaker 1: right on you, but it could be fifty yards away,
Speaker 1: or it could be right. It could be fifty yards
Speaker 1: away and be one hundred yards away. You know, they
Speaker 1: could sound like it's fifty yards away and be one
Speaker 1: hundred yards away. So the point is, sound does weird
Speaker 1: things in woods. I hear my dog barking sometimes, and
Speaker 1: I think that dog is a mile away, and I'll
Speaker 1: stand up on my porch we kind of face a
Speaker 1: big patch of woods right out in my back door,
Speaker 1: and he'll just be twenty yards in the woods, just
Speaker 1: standing there. I can seem, but he sounds like he's
Speaker 1: really far away. So anyway, the point is, it's so odd.
Speaker 1: And this is not the only set of experiences I've
Speaker 1: heard that people have all this stuff go on, yet
Speaker 1: they never see anything. They never find any evidence, no tracks,
Speaker 1: no nothing. Now some people do find tracks, but this
Speaker 1: couple is one of the unlucky few who they just
Speaker 1: can't prove what this thing is. And I know they'd
Speaker 1: like to know just for themselves, not to prove it
Speaker 1: to the world. But it's a that's just an interesting phenomenon.
Speaker 1: But I appreciate didn't have to edit one bit of this. Normally,
Speaker 1: I send this stuff to Rebecca and she cranks it
Speaker 1: out real fast. And y'all have heard me mention Rebecca
Speaker 1: Rebecca Lee West and the author's she helps me edit
Speaker 1: these emails. I don't know if you guys have read
Speaker 1: her book or not, but she's got one book out
Speaker 1: called No good Man. Actually it's on audiobook right now.
Speaker 1: I did not do it. Christopher Lane, who is an exceptional,
Speaker 1: exceptional audiobook narrator, narrated her book, and but I did
Speaker 1: one chapter of it just to help promote her book.
Speaker 1: Rebecca's pretty cool. She's she's a writer, she's a screenplaywriter.
Speaker 1: She's got a young family. I don't know. She's an
Speaker 1: exceptional person and stays busy all the time. Look her
Speaker 1: website up Rebecca Lee Wesson and find her book No
Speaker 1: good Man on audible or on Amazon bite and read
Speaker 1: it or by it and listen to it. Christopher Lane
Speaker 1: did a great job. I'm just once again one of
Speaker 1: these things. I don't ever hardly mention Rebecca, but she's
Speaker 1: she's an exceptional writer. She does a great job, and
Speaker 1: she's working on a book two of No good Man.
Speaker 1: She's working on a fictional podcast called the River Stills
Speaker 1: Trailer Park Phenomenon, on which I've actually had the pleasure
Speaker 1: of reading her first three episodes in the fictional podcast
Speaker 1: the screenplay, and it is so good. I can't wait
Speaker 1: till she's able to get that produced and get it out. Anyway,
Speaker 1: check her out, Rebecca Lee Wesson. Look her name up
Speaker 1: on Google. You can go to her website check out
Speaker 1: what all she's doing. Or you can look her up
Speaker 1: on Amazon or Audible. Anyway, thanks for the story this story.
Speaker 1: It didn't require any editor Sorry, it didn't need you, Rebecca. Sorry,
Speaker 1: didn't need any editing on this one. That was the
Speaker 1: whole point of that. Anyway. Thanks for listening to the story.
Speaker 1: Thanks for thanks for sending the story Michelle and Carl Man.
Speaker 1: What an experience. Awesome. Thanks again, thanks for listening to
Speaker 1: the podcast. This is Easter Sunday and I'm just finishing
Speaker 1: this podcast up. I hope you have a blessed day.
Speaker 1: Hope you got to hang around with a family, Hope
Speaker 1: that Easter Bunny got to come see your kids and
Speaker 1: your grandkids, and remember that the holiday is about Jesus
Speaker 1: rising from the tomb after he was crucified three days earlier.
Speaker 1: And also remember that his last name is not Christ.
Speaker 1: It's not jesus first name, Christ's second name. His name
Speaker 1: is Jesus. He is our King and I'm so glad
Speaker 1: he came out of that tomb. Hope you guys have
Speaker 1: a good week and we will see you on the
Speaker 1: next podcast. Thanks