Speaker 1: There's a McDonald's that is four stories tall where I
Speaker 1: grew up. It was pretty big news when it was built,
Speaker 1: and the tall slides were a local landmark for a while.
Speaker 1: Our middle school went there for field trips and our
Speaker 1: track team would run to the tower and back for practice.
Speaker 1: It was at the center of a square used for
Speaker 1: car shows and pep rallies. The four story playground was
Speaker 1: paradise for children and teenagers. The ballpit, the rope bridge,
Speaker 1: the N sixty four games kept everyone entertained, while the
Speaker 1: slides were the main attraction. It was quite the climb up,
Speaker 1: but the payoff was sure worth it. The giant slide
Speaker 1: was equivalent to the top thrilled dragster at Cedar Point.
Speaker 1: It was a thrill ride, especially with our modification. We
Speaker 1: would sneak the food trays up with us and Bob's
Speaker 1: led them down the slide at super high speeds. We
Speaker 1: were thrown out and chased out a couple of times
Speaker 1: after some trays were broken. The evil Knievel stunts were
Speaker 1: a blast, but there were nothing compared to what happened
Speaker 1: one innocent summer morning. We walked from Southwick to the
Speaker 1: McDonald's for some breakfast. I had hot cakes and sausage
Speaker 1: with water. The boys ordered their meals and met me
Speaker 1: in the back to eat. We played Madden on the
Speaker 1: consoles and I enjoyed free refills or parade with their cups.
Speaker 1: The place was fairly busy, but we pretty much had
Speaker 1: free roama the entire back area, and that was our
Speaker 1: hangout spot. It came time to watch them play and
Speaker 1: I figured I would burn some time, and I started
Speaker 1: wandering around looking for coins and dropped knickknacks. I was
Speaker 1: inspecting around under a table when a kid tapped me
Speaker 1: on the shoulder and said someone was looking for me.
Speaker 1: I figured it was one of my buddies. I was confused,
Speaker 1: but I climbed into the jungle gym and I began
Speaker 1: crawling to the top. I didn't know what to expect.
Speaker 1: Was one of my friends from school hanging out at
Speaker 1: the top and watching us play all along? Was it
Speaker 1: a girl that I knew? I moved slowly, checking every
Speaker 1: corner as I sprawled through the cushion and wrote. There
Speaker 1: was a strange feeling in the tube and I could
Speaker 1: tell that something was up here with me. I arrived
Speaker 1: at the top and I didn't see anyone, and I
Speaker 1: retraced my steps and I felt something cold in the
Speaker 1: center of the facility. I creeped closer, slowly, expecting someone
Speaker 1: to jump out and scare me. And I heard some movement,
Speaker 1: and I turned to the corner to a new section
Speaker 1: of the playground that I never entered before. I must
Speaker 1: have been oblivious to this bonus compartment all along. The
Speaker 1: air was crisp, and it felt like I was outside.
Speaker 1: I was in a new world, and I crawled on
Speaker 1: my hands and knees and it opened up into a
Speaker 1: larger chamber. I didn't know where I was, and I
Speaker 1: rubbed my eyes to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.
Speaker 1: And then I was startled when I heard a voice.
Speaker 1: It was familiar, but I couldn't recognize the source. I
Speaker 1: turned around, and to my surprise was my childhood friend Max.
Speaker 1: I hadn't seen him in a decade when his family
Speaker 1: moved away. He looked like he had an aged since
Speaker 1: the day he moved. I asked him what was up,
Speaker 1: what was going on? He just smiled and said that
Speaker 1: he had fun at my birthday party and that he
Speaker 1: missed playing soccer at recess together. I told him that
Speaker 1: I hope he was doing well and that I tried
Speaker 1: looking him up, and he breathed slow and softly said
Speaker 1: that he was in a better place, and I gasped
Speaker 1: and I connected the dots. Max smiled and said they
Speaker 1: finally built the playground that we'd been calling for, the
Speaker 1: slights that touched the sky. He laughed in replied that
Speaker 1: we thought we had it good at Burger King. That
Speaker 1: playground on Boston was the birthday party he was referencing.
Speaker 1: I was excited to tell him about the tray trick
Speaker 1: that we were using to get up speed. He said
Speaker 1: he knew exactly what I was talking about, that he
Speaker 1: had been watching. I told him to meet me up
Speaker 1: at the top and I'd be right back. And I
Speaker 1: crawled back down to reality and the light blinded my eyes,
Speaker 1: and I snuck quickly and grabbed a tray, and I
Speaker 1: scurried back up and was surprised when he was nowhere
Speaker 1: to be found. I searched for a few minutes, but
Speaker 1: I could feel that he was with me, and I
Speaker 1: set up a tray and took off full throttle. Max
Speaker 1: was with me the whole way. I could feel this
Speaker 1: grip on my shoulders and we twisted and turned and laughed.
Speaker 1: When I reached the end of the tunnel, Max's blanket
Speaker 1: of energy was gone, but I was not sad we
Speaker 1: completed our mission. I knew he was waiting for that moment,
Speaker 1: and somewhere in my spirit I was too. Max was
Speaker 1: my best friend. But in the days before cell phones,
Speaker 1: when a friend moved away, you just wish you had
Speaker 1: a chance to say goodbye. I had had my last chance.
Speaker 1: What a great, heartwarming story. That's all I can say
Speaker 1: about that. I'm kind of awe struck and at how
Speaker 1: sweet this story was. Thank you to the writer for
Speaker 1: sending it. I really really enjoyed it and appreciate them
Speaker 1: sending it to me and for everyone to hear. Thank
Speaker 1: you very much. I recently discovered your Dixie Crypti channel
Speaker 1: on YouTube, and I have enjoyed it immensely ever since.
Speaker 1: But I can't tell you how relieved I was when
Speaker 1: I found out that you actually let people tell about
Speaker 1: their squatch experiences. And boy, have I got a story
Speaker 1: for you since you live right down the road for me.
Speaker 1: I'm sure you've heard the rumors about all the squatch
Speaker 1: sightings in South recently, Soaltillo is a little community just
Speaker 1: north of Tupelo here in North Mississippi, right up on
Speaker 1: forty five Highway. He didn't write that. I'm just telling
Speaker 1: you that several residents in the more rural areas of
Speaker 1: Saltillo have been giving the mayor pure hell about some large,
Speaker 1: shaggy hoboes that had been seen raiding their gardens at
Speaker 1: night and eating up all their corn and okra and tomatoes.
Speaker 1: A Miss Bobby Gene Campbell was the last one to report,
Speaker 1: during a city hall town meeting two tuesdays ago, that
Speaker 1: she wanted more police to patrol her neighborhood at night
Speaker 1: so they could run off those dirty hobos to keep
Speaker 1: stealing vegetables from her garden. Well. In typical political fashion,
Speaker 1: the mayor assured her that the police would be doing
Speaker 1: extra patrols in her area and that she had nothing
Speaker 1: to worry about, and then swiftly moved on to the
Speaker 1: matter of giving himself a raise at the taxpayer's expense
Speaker 1: and speaking no more about her problem. There's a saying
Speaker 1: that comes to mind about Bobby Jean's problem, misery loves company.
Speaker 1: After doing a little digging of my own, I found
Speaker 1: out that multiple families are up in arms because something
Speaker 1: similar was happening at their homes. More and more husbands,
Speaker 1: wives and children were calling the local police and county
Speaker 1: sheriff about large, hairy teenagers trespassing on their property and
Speaker 1: stealing the vegetables. Seeing as I had only just moved
Speaker 1: to South till Oh and started working in IT at
Speaker 1: a local bank, I just dismissed the ramblings of over
Speaker 1: excitable moonshiners that tried too much of their own product.
Speaker 1: But I can't tell you how wrong I was. Camp.
Speaker 1: I have four apple trees in my backyard, each a
Speaker 1: different variety, but all of them are sweet and crunchy.
Speaker 1: I was looking forward to enjoying the harvest this summer
Speaker 1: and making all my favorite desserts. Every tree was heavy
Speaker 1: with apples, and I had made up my mind to
Speaker 1: start picking them that Friday night, about two weekends ago.
Speaker 1: I had just closed my eyes. Friday night. I was
Speaker 1: about to get some well deserved rest, because working for
Speaker 1: a bank in the IT department is not a walk
Speaker 1: in the park. And that's when I heard something shuffling
Speaker 1: around my backyard that woke me up well. I leaned
Speaker 1: over the drapes and pulled them over a little so
Speaker 1: I could peek out the window, and that's when I
Speaker 1: saw them, Cam, I actually saw them. At first, I
Speaker 1: only saw two of them abusing the tree closest to
Speaker 1: the house, pulling on the base of the tree and
Speaker 1: letting it snap back to its erect position. But then
Speaker 1: I started seeing more become visible as each of the
Speaker 1: remaining three started making their way into the light of
Speaker 1: my yard after crossing through the yards of my neighbors.
Speaker 1: Now I know for a fact that of my neighbors
Speaker 1: have dogs that loved to bark at the slightest noise
Speaker 1: or movement. But for some reason, they all took a
Speaker 1: vote and decided they would remain silent for the night
Speaker 1: while those squatches beat my apples trees like they owed
Speaker 1: them money. Now, I'm not a cowardly man, Cam, but
Speaker 1: the idea of charging out there to confront those things
Speaker 1: in hand to hand combat made my stomach turn. Now
Speaker 1: I own a few guns, but nothing in a caliber
Speaker 1: that would do more than piss those things off. So
Speaker 1: I picked up the phone and called the Saltillo Police
Speaker 1: Department for help. The phone rang for a good five
Speaker 1: minutes before I gave up and called the Lee County
Speaker 1: Sheriff's department. They actually answered the phone, and I told
Speaker 1: the nice woman that answered about what I was seeing,
Speaker 1: and I asked her to send help as soon as possible.
Speaker 1: She replied that I was the seventh call she received
Speaker 1: about this, and that the reason the police department hadn't
Speaker 1: answered my call it was because they were all out
Speaker 1: on patrol looking for the young men they thought were
Speaker 1: doing these vegetable raids. I explained to her what I saw,
Speaker 1: and it didn't look like teenagers, but it was dark outside,
Speaker 1: so maybe it was a trick of the moonlight. She
Speaker 1: took down my dress in the neighborhood behind the big
Speaker 1: blue water tower that says Welcome to Saltillo, and begged
Speaker 1: her to send someone in a hurry, and she said
Speaker 1: someone would be there shortly and that I should remain
Speaker 1: inside my home and I followed her instructions and I
Speaker 1: hung up the phone. About that time, I heard what
Speaker 1: sounded like a small war breaking out in my tiny
Speaker 1: neighborhood and immediately dropped to the floor to avoid getting
Speaker 1: hit by any stray gunfire. But just as fast as
Speaker 1: it started it was over. I pulled the curtain to
Speaker 1: the side again to get a peek at what was happening,
Speaker 1: and I saw two men in my backyard chopping off
Speaker 1: the heads of those young squatches and loudly boasting about
Speaker 1: getting paid. I found the whole situation beyond strange, but
Speaker 1: I was happy to see that law enforcement finally got
Speaker 1: those things. It wasn't until the next morning, when I
Speaker 1: drove to the Saltillo Police Department to see if there
Speaker 1: was any paperworker sworn affidavits that I needed to sign
Speaker 1: that I found out from one of the officers that
Speaker 1: he had no idea what I was talking about, and
Speaker 1: that no one from the police department or Sheriff's office
Speaker 1: had been deployed to my house the last night. I
Speaker 1: asked the officer, if it wasn't them or the Sheriff's men,
Speaker 1: then who were those men and where did the bodies go?
Speaker 1: I still haven't got an answer for that question. Camp
Speaker 1: yours truly a Steve Lilly fan. What a great email,
Speaker 1: What a great email. I could wait to share that
Speaker 1: with y'all. Kind of a surprise ending there, So I
Speaker 1: guess you can all guess who owed up in his
Speaker 1: backyard and killed those squatches and took their heads. Maybe
Speaker 1: you know, maybe you don't. I'll put up an end
Speaker 1: screen for a hint. How about that. I'll put up
Speaker 1: an end screen at the end of this video, and
Speaker 1: you can take a guess who showed up in Saltillo
Speaker 1: in this man's backyard. My name is Bob, and this
Speaker 1: is something that I witnessed forty seven years ago near Dallas, Texas.
Speaker 1: I was living in Richardson and working at Texas Instruments
Speaker 1: at the time. That day, when I got off work,
Speaker 1: I picked up my wife and my two kids, and
Speaker 1: I headed off to Allan, north of Plaino to visit relatives.
Speaker 1: As we were driving along, I looked up in the
Speaker 1: sky and I noticed a passenger plane that was coming
Speaker 1: in really low. I thought that was odd because we
Speaker 1: were nowhere near love feel. My wife wondered what I
Speaker 1: was looking at, and I pointed it out to her
Speaker 1: and I said, this thing doesn't have wings. She looked
Speaker 1: it over and agreed. I slowed the car way down
Speaker 1: and was mainly just watching this object with my wife
Speaker 1: and daughter, who was about five at the time. I
Speaker 1: finally stopped the car completely and I got out to
Speaker 1: have a better look. My wife and daughter weren't very
Speaker 1: happy about that, but I needed to try and figure
Speaker 1: out what I was seeing. It came right up over us,
Speaker 1: one hundred feet off the ground and maybe two hundred
Speaker 1: feet out to the west of us. It had no
Speaker 1: wings at all and made almost no sound. It just
Speaker 1: hovered there for a little while. It was probably only
Speaker 1: a few seconds, but it seemed longer. My wife and
Speaker 1: daughter were both yelling for me to get back in
Speaker 1: the car, and so I did, and they just wanted
Speaker 1: us to get out of there, but the car wouldn't start.
Speaker 1: I tried several times, and I knew I was going
Speaker 1: to have to check under the hood to see what
Speaker 1: was wrong. As I stepped back out of the car,
Speaker 1: the object turned two hundred and seventy degrees, lifted up,
Speaker 1: and it moved off to the west toward Addison. In
Speaker 1: a matter of seconds, it was completely out of sight.
Speaker 1: It scared the heck out of us. I got back
Speaker 1: in the car, and this time it started right up
Speaker 1: with no problem. At this point, we really just wanted
Speaker 1: to go home, but our relatives were expecting us, so
Speaker 1: we went on. We saw another one before we got there.
Speaker 1: This one was round and flat. It was more like
Speaker 1: the classic Saucers shape. I stopped again, and even though
Speaker 1: my wife and daughter were crying for me to stay
Speaker 1: in the car, I got out again. This time, though
Speaker 1: I left the car running. This one came up over us,
Speaker 1: just like the other one, but a lot closer. There
Speaker 1: were houses along the road that we were on, and
Speaker 1: people were out in their yards doing things, but no
Speaker 1: one seemed to see this thing. After a minute, it
Speaker 1: lifted up like the other one and left, going southwest.
Speaker 1: Just like the other one, it was gone in seconds.
Speaker 1: I remember this one making a little more noise. It
Speaker 1: was an odd sound, like nothing I'd ever heard before.
Speaker 1: Forty six years later, I've never seen nor heard another one,
Speaker 1: and thank God for that. My wife and daughter wouldn't
Speaker 1: talk about them at all for a long time. Even
Speaker 1: now they don't like to. That night at home, we
Speaker 1: watched the ten o'clock news to see if anyone had
Speaker 1: reported anything. We didn't, but there were hundreds of sightings
Speaker 1: reported all around the area. Chase planes were even sent
Speaker 1: out three times because they were picked up on the
Speaker 1: radar at love Field. Since that date, in November of
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy three, I have told a few people what
Speaker 1: we saw. Mostly they've reacted just like you might expect.
Speaker 1: I probably should have followed my wife's advice and never
Speaker 1: spoke of it again. But your program is a good thing.
Speaker 1: I decided to send this because there are a lot
Speaker 1: of things people are not aware of in this world,
Speaker 1: and I believe all the governments are keeping them from us.
Speaker 1: Thank you for your work. I hope this message finds
Speaker 1: you well. I have a story I'd like to share.
Speaker 1: It's an old story from my childhood that new information
Speaker 1: was recently brought to light. This is the true account
Speaker 1: of that event. You may share my story, and you
Speaker 1: may use my name. My name is Jamie. She gives
Speaker 1: her last name, but I'm not going to put that
Speaker 1: out there. In southeast Ohio, there is an abandoned girl
Speaker 1: scout camp deep in the forest, miles from nowhere, special
Speaker 1: with just cornfields and cows as far as the eye
Speaker 1: can see. Very few people know it's there, and even
Speaker 1: less know what happened to cause the permanent closure. Why
Speaker 1: Because I was there. I was a scrawny, little scrap
Speaker 1: of a girl in the summer of nineteen seventy eight. Now,
Speaker 1: don't get the mental picture of a sweet, innocent little
Speaker 1: girl in pink ribbons, because that wasn't me. I was
Speaker 1: wild and dirty, with hair that hadn't been brushed in
Speaker 1: way too long, and I was covered in bruises and
Speaker 1: scrapes from head to toe. I spent all my time
Speaker 1: running the backwoods, and at this point I hadn't known
Speaker 1: fear of anything. It was time for another Girl Scout
Speaker 1: camping trip out to the falls, and this turned out
Speaker 1: to be the last camping trip there. It was a
Speaker 1: bit like boot camp. Our dedicated leader, Patty, was committed
Speaker 1: to our education of the wiles and growing to be strong,
Speaker 1: independent young ladies. I was always grateful for this. When
Speaker 1: I got older and Patty insisted that we carry our
Speaker 1: own gear to the campsite our selves from the parking field.
Speaker 1: This was her rule from the very first camping trip,
Speaker 1: and I swear she did this to weed out any
Speaker 1: girly girls from ever coming back. Well it worked, and
Speaker 1: many girls did not return for any other camping trips.
Speaker 1: It was only two miles, but as a forty five
Speaker 1: pound kid, it felt like forever. There was a hill
Speaker 1: in the trail that went straight up for half the journey,
Speaker 1: and I took this hill as my own personal challenge.
Speaker 1: I was going to make it without a break ahead
Speaker 1: of everyone else, even if it killed me. The other
Speaker 1: girls whine and complained and had to set down their
Speaker 1: packs for breaks. Several times. We were all supposed to
Speaker 1: stop and wait if one stopped, but I refused. I
Speaker 1: just kept walking. I was determined to conquer the hill.
Speaker 1: As I reached the top, I saw a snake cross
Speaker 1: the trail, and I sat down my pack and I
Speaker 1: caught my breath, and I tiptoed up to the snake
Speaker 1: and I grabbed them behind the head, the way I
Speaker 1: had done one hundred times before, and I sat down
Speaker 1: on a huge rock to wait for the other girls.
Speaker 1: I could hear them still whining and trying to make
Speaker 1: their way up the hill. I stroked and admired the
Speaker 1: beautiful snake in my hands while tuning out the noise
Speaker 1: of my friends. As they became visible, it struck me
Speaker 1: how funny it would be if I scared them all
Speaker 1: back down the hill using the snake. I smiled at
Speaker 1: the thought of them having to climb the dreaded hill twice.
Speaker 1: So that's exactly what I did. My best friend Tracy
Speaker 1: was the first of this bunch of girls to clear
Speaker 1: the top. I held the snake up to her, and
Speaker 1: she just rolled her eyes and said, you're gonna get bit.
Speaker 1: The other girls did not disappoint and I ran up
Speaker 1: to them with the snake out stretched in my hands,
Speaker 1: and they took off like a shot back down the hill, screaming, copperhead, copperhead.
Speaker 1: I've never seen Patty so mad with her cheeks blazing red,
Speaker 1: and sure enough it was a copperhead snake. I didn't
Speaker 1: get bit, neither did any some one else, but I
Speaker 1: did get in trouble. Once we got back to camp
Speaker 1: and some of the color had left Patty's face, she
Speaker 1: handed down my punishment. First I had to clean the outhouses.
Speaker 1: Then I had to dig the trenches around the tents.
Speaker 1: These tents didn't have floors in them, they were just
Speaker 1: canvas a framed tents. If we didn't dig the trenches,
Speaker 1: the tents would flood if it rained. We slept on
Speaker 1: the dirt and I started digging the first trench. I
Speaker 1: got about three feet in before I decided that I
Speaker 1: would rather go swimming at the falls instead. They were
Speaker 1: located a mile or so from where the campsite was.
Speaker 1: When I was sure nobody was looking, I snuck off
Speaker 1: by myself. I knew exactly where the falls were. I'd
Speaker 1: been there many times before. I took off my shoes
Speaker 1: and socks and waded in, just past my knees. I
Speaker 1: was unsuccessfully trying to master the art of skipping stones,
Speaker 1: and that was when I heard a large splash behind me.
Speaker 1: I jerked around to see, but there was nothing there.
Speaker 1: I stayed quiet and still, and I listened. I really
Speaker 1: thought that I had got caught sneaking off and somebody
Speaker 1: had found me. There was another splash right beside me,
Speaker 1: bigger than the last, and someone was throwing rocks at me.
Speaker 1: I remember that I was afraid. It was the first
Speaker 1: time I ever felt like that, and my head got
Speaker 1: that prickly feeling and I began to sweat. I was
Speaker 1: frozen in one spot. I knew something or someone was
Speaker 1: watching me, just out of sight. My eyes darted around,
Speaker 1: searching for movement. I saw nothing and I heard nothing.
Speaker 1: Everything was completely silent, and once my legs caught up
Speaker 1: to my brain and would move, I ran out, almost
Speaker 1: forgetting my shoes and leaving my socks behind. I ran
Speaker 1: all the way back to the camp. I didn't bother
Speaker 1: to be sneaky coming back in my absence wasn't noticed.
Speaker 1: I couldn't say anything about what happened without getting myself
Speaker 1: in trouble, and the rest of the day passed without issue,
Speaker 1: Thank goodness. There was just that tense sense of being
Speaker 1: watched that lingered. The girls were all packed in tents
Speaker 1: like sardines. There were five girls in my tent, and
Speaker 1: my best friend was sleeping in a different tent with
Speaker 1: her mom since she came as an extra chaperone. I
Speaker 1: wasn't welcome in that tent because well, Tracy's mom knew
Speaker 1: that I was a demon child and she was having
Speaker 1: none of it. Well, I was okay with it since
Speaker 1: there was no chaperone in my tent and I could
Speaker 1: get up to born mischief. I told crazy ghost stories
Speaker 1: and tried to scare the other girls, thinking it was funny,
Speaker 1: and at some point we all fell asleep to the
Speaker 1: rumble of thunder in the distance. I was woken by
Speaker 1: something pressing on my throat and bumping my chin. I
Speaker 1: was disoriented as I reached up with my hands, but
Speaker 1: I couldn't touch my neck or face. I was frantically
Speaker 1: trying to figure out where I was and why I
Speaker 1: couldn't get through whatever was blocking my hands, and then
Speaker 1: I realized that I was freezing and soaking wet. My
Speaker 1: mind caught up enough for me to understand that it
Speaker 1: was raining. No, it was storming like a hurricane. It
Speaker 1: was pitch black, and my head was stuck inside something,
Speaker 1: and my body was wet, but my head was dry.
Speaker 1: It took a few moments for me to comprehend what
Speaker 1: was going on. My fingers found purchase under the edge
Speaker 1: of the tent and I wiggled my way back inside
Speaker 1: where my head was. Somehow I was pulled out of
Speaker 1: the tent feet first, and my head was too big
Speaker 1: to fit under the bottom. My chin was keeping my
Speaker 1: head inside the tent. The pressing I felt was at
Speaker 1: the bottom of the tent on my throat. The bumping
Speaker 1: on my chin I felt was the tent wall. As
Speaker 1: something was pulling me out. I crawled all over on
Speaker 1: my hands and knees, searching for my sleeping bag, and
Speaker 1: I woke up the girls asking for help, only to
Speaker 1: be completely ignored. I was shaking hard with my teeth chattering,
Speaker 1: and I began to cry. Patty, Patty, and I cried
Speaker 1: until I got an answer. Finally she came with a flashlight.
Speaker 1: I told her what had happened, and she went looking
Speaker 1: for the sleeping bag. She made a large radius around
Speaker 1: the tent and it was nowhere to be seen. She
Speaker 1: asked me if I took it someplace. I haven't been anywhere.
Speaker 1: I said, my hair is dry. See Patty didn't know
Speaker 1: what to do other than to put me in a
Speaker 1: sleeping bag with another girl. I was still soaking wet,
Speaker 1: and that girl was angry with having to share her
Speaker 1: sleeping bag with me. The next day, we got up
Speaker 1: and Patty was gone. Tracy's mom was visibly upset as
Speaker 1: she sat smoking. After an hour or so, Patty returned,
Speaker 1: dragging my sleeping bag in shreds. Pack it up, girls,
Speaker 1: It's time to go home, is all Patty would say.
Speaker 1: When ask what happened. Our parents were told that we
Speaker 1: came home early due to the storm the night before.
Speaker 1: We never went camping again at this campground to this day,
Speaker 1: Tracy is still my best friend. Two weeks ago, her
Speaker 1: mom was visiting my farm. She mentioned that she isn't
Speaker 1: comfortable in the woods, and I said, yeah, I remember,
Speaker 1: you were very much of a camper. She clarified, not
Speaker 1: since that camping trip with you girls during scouts. You
Speaker 1: know the trip I mean, she said, well, this took
Speaker 1: me off guard. I was surprised she remembered that trip,
Speaker 1: and I was confused as to why it affected her
Speaker 1: so strongly. I asked her what she remembered. She told
Speaker 1: me that when they got up in the morning, Patty
Speaker 1: went to look for my sleeping bag. She found tracks
Speaker 1: in the mud. There were huge tracks. Patty had followed
Speaker 1: the tracks up the mountain three miles and that's where
Speaker 1: she found my sleeping bag and it was ripped to shreds.
Speaker 1: That is why they closed the camp. None of the
Speaker 1: parents were ever told. I'm guessing the owner of the
Speaker 1: footprints thought I was sleeping in the sleeping bag. With
Speaker 1: the extra weight from the rain, the bag would have
Speaker 1: felt occupied. The rain saved me in that aspect, and
Speaker 1: I believe some kind of creature had been watching me
Speaker 1: from the time we arrived at the camp. It had
Speaker 1: followed me to the falls and it threw rocks at me.
Speaker 1: I think it waited for everyone to fall asleep, and
Speaker 1: it tried to pull me out by the sleeping bag.
Speaker 1: I imagine it was upset to find my sleeping bag empty.
Speaker 1: Once it got up the mountain. I didn't let this
Speaker 1: experience affect my love of the woods, but of course
Speaker 1: I just recently found out about the footprints. I will
Speaker 1: be much more cautious with my grandkids in the wilderness.
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