Speaker 1: In the late summer of twenty fourteen, my husband and
Speaker 1: I were enjoying a relaxing afternoon in our apartment watching TV.
Speaker 1: It was rare that our days off coincided, so we
Speaker 1: were content just being on the same sofa together. I
Speaker 1: got up to retrieve something from the kitchen, but when
Speaker 1: I walked back into the living room, I witnessed something
Speaker 1: that I will never forget, and I couldn't make up
Speaker 1: even if I wanted to. Six or seven feet away
Speaker 1: from the sofa and four feet off the ground, a
Speaker 1: glowing orb appeared out of thin air right in front
Speaker 1: of me. I blinked several times, thinking it was dust
Speaker 1: on my contact lens or something in my head, but
Speaker 1: it remained. It was smaller than a cantalope, but bigger
Speaker 1: than a grapefruit, maybe six orven inches in diameter, and
Speaker 1: it had the most unusual but beautiful, soft bluish purple
Speaker 1: luminescence to it. It was semi transparent and appeared to
Speaker 1: be hollow in the center. It reminded me of a
Speaker 1: giant soap bubble, but the nearest bathroom was around the
Speaker 1: corner and down the hall, much too far for a
Speaker 1: bubble that size. To travel without popping. I remember how
Speaker 1: puzzled I was trying to figure out how it was
Speaker 1: being illuminated. Was it lit from the inside? No? From
Speaker 1: one of my lamps? No? Again, it was late in
Speaker 1: the afternoon and the only light source was our open window.
Speaker 1: This sounds strange, but it seemed like the surface or
Speaker 1: the skin of this orb was radiating its own light.
Speaker 1: All of a sudden, I felt very calm, and for
Speaker 1: some reason I knew that it was benign. It hung
Speaker 1: in the air, barely moving as I stood in place
Speaker 1: and watched it. I wanted to get my husband's attention,
Speaker 1: who was glued to the TV, and I wanted to
Speaker 1: say something, but I was fixated and under the spell
Speaker 1: of whatever this was. I was in awe and I
Speaker 1: didn't care to speak, or look away or even move,
Speaker 1: even though I had the urge to reach out and
Speaker 1: touch it. I was worried it would disappear at the
Speaker 1: slightest disturbance. Mentally, I was begging my husband to look
Speaker 1: over in my direction to concur with what I was seeing,
Speaker 1: if not also have the chance to see something truly awesome,
Speaker 1: but to no avail. Within ten seconds, the orb vanished
Speaker 1: into thin air just as quickly and randomly as it
Speaker 1: had appeared. It didn't pop or implode. It simply disappeared,
Speaker 1: like someone turning off a light switch. My feet were
Speaker 1: glued to the floor, and I turned at the hip
Speaker 1: toward my oblivious husband. Please tell me you saw that,
Speaker 1: I said excitedly. He finally looked up and gave me
Speaker 1: a look that read huh that orb thing. You didn't
Speaker 1: see it, I said, I stammered, and almost irritated with
Speaker 1: him for not noticing. He looked at me like I
Speaker 1: was crazy, until he read the expression on my face. Baby,
Speaker 1: What did you see? He asked, half suspicious and half concerned.
Speaker 1: I told him everything. I just relate to you, and
Speaker 1: he went through the same rational checklist I had. Was
Speaker 1: it a soap bubble? Was it just the light? No? No, no?
Speaker 1: Were the answers to all the sane and reasonable possibilities?
Speaker 1: He offered. My husband knows that I am an eccentric person,
Speaker 1: but an honest one too, and I firmly believe in karma.
Speaker 1: So he believed me, and he still does. However, neither
Speaker 1: of us can accurately or definitively identify what I saw.
Speaker 1: This experience heightened my fascination and jump started my study
Speaker 1: of this anomaly, and I have come to find that
Speaker 1: people all over the world have seen these orbs for centuries.
Speaker 1: It counts vary, as do the descriptions. They can be
Speaker 1: any size, any color, and some are even mobile and recurring.
Speaker 1: Another interesting point is that most of these sightings take
Speaker 1: place in energetically charge locations where other supernatural sightings have occurred.
Speaker 1: There are hundreds of photos of these online, but much
Speaker 1: like any paranormal or supernatural phenomenon, it's hard to obtain
Speaker 1: scientific and physical proof, so we have to rely on
Speaker 1: first hand accounts like this. I don't mind if you
Speaker 1: use my name or not, because I have nothing to
Speaker 1: lose or gain by telling my story. It was just
Speaker 1: a really amazing but true event that happened to this witness.
Speaker 1: I still have no idea what these orbs are, or
Speaker 1: where they come from, or what they mean. Either way,
Speaker 1: it was a beautiful materialization of energy, and I feel
Speaker 1: privileged to have seen it. Recalling this story makes me
Speaker 1: smile and reminds me that we don't know what we
Speaker 1: don't know about this world, but it is truly a
Speaker 1: wondrous place. Nonetheless, and it deserves the same respect and
Speaker 1: care that we all do. I hope something random and
Speaker 1: awesome happens to you today. She's talking to me and
Speaker 1: the people listening. Thank you for your time and your
Speaker 1: wonderfully eye opening channel. Okay, she's going to talk about
Speaker 1: all that. What I thought was the reason I pulled
Speaker 1: this story up and read it was because Brittany said,
Speaker 1: I hope something random and awesome happens for you today. Now,
Speaker 1: people who are sad and ugly and mean and grouchy
Speaker 1: and curmudgeon don't say things like that. So I can
Speaker 1: tell this woman as a very happy person, and she
Speaker 1: looks at things I cannot kind of identif with what
Speaker 1: she's saying. I've seen things in my life and I
Speaker 1: just look at them in wonder. I'm just I look
Speaker 1: at things in all that are strange like this, and
Speaker 1: I think to myself, how lucky I was to get
Speaker 1: to have seen that. I've talked about a few of
Speaker 1: those things in some of my podcasts, and none of
Speaker 1: them are spectacular. But even the slightest unusual beautiful light
Speaker 1: or you can even be a sunset or a group
Speaker 1: of geese lighting in a field, or being buzzed by
Speaker 1: twenty wood ducks right at the end of the day
Speaker 1: when they're coming into roost, or watching a big bass
Speaker 1: bust of water. I could go on and on and on.
Speaker 1: The last six days, as I ride through the woods
Speaker 1: with my dogs, I have seen deer up close five
Speaker 1: out of six days. I didn't see them today, but
Speaker 1: the previous five days it's like I almost know they're there,
Speaker 1: and I know where to look, and there I set
Speaker 1: up close. Some of them are pretty far away and
Speaker 1: they're in the woods and you can barely see them,
Speaker 1: and you don't see them until they move or twist
Speaker 1: their tail or whatever they have to move for you
Speaker 1: to see them, or you will not see them. I
Speaker 1: don't know. There's something going on right now, and I'll
Speaker 1: be riding down a lane or through one of these
Speaker 1: old logging roads and something will tell me to look
Speaker 1: to the left. And maybe it's God. Maybe he knows
Speaker 1: I like looking at wildlife, and he's just saying, look
Speaker 1: to your life. There's a couple of idea over there.
Speaker 1: Take a peek. So I'm I'm I'm kind of the
Speaker 1: same way this woman is. I look at everything I
Speaker 1: don't know with young eyes. I'm sixty years old. I'm
Speaker 1: getting older, but I try and I think I look
Speaker 1: at everything with young eyes. So maybe that's a good
Speaker 1: motto for today or something to tell yourself throughout the week,
Speaker 1: is just say, I want to look at things with
Speaker 1: young eyes like a kid. And when you see something,
Speaker 1: just look at it. If it's if it's a dog,
Speaker 1: if it's a child, if it's your wife, it's whatever.
Speaker 1: Look at those things like a child and have those
Speaker 1: childlike experiences. Brittany, thank you very much for the story,
Speaker 1: and thanks for the good vibes on this whole thing.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate you. In September of nineteen seventy eight,
Speaker 1: a deer hunting buddy of mine got permission for us
Speaker 1: to hunt a local resident soybean filled. It was bow
Speaker 1: season in West Tennessee. This hunting spot was narrow wide,
Speaker 1: but usually shallow creek that had been channeled out. At
Speaker 1: this time, however, it was flooded and had some timber
Speaker 1: in the bottom that had been cut. Brush and logs
Speaker 1: and stumps were all in the flooded area. A person
Speaker 1: couldn't get through there without breaking a leg or running
Speaker 1: into the big cotton mouse that were there. Now, I'll
Speaker 1: stop here and tell you guys, it's hot. At the
Speaker 1: beginning of bow season in the South. The cotton mouse, oh, coaljaw,
Speaker 1: he's still out, So I know what this guy is
Speaker 1: talking about. I found a spot to hunt in a
Speaker 1: narrow strip of woods that extended between two fields. I
Speaker 1: could see one field in front of me, and by
Speaker 1: glancing over my shoulder occasionally I could kind of watch
Speaker 1: the other field using a bow. Of course, we could
Speaker 1: only take a close shot. My buddy, his name is Larry,
Speaker 1: found a spot at the end of the field that
Speaker 1: I was watching. He could climb like a squirrel, and
Speaker 1: he managed to get pretty far up in a tree.
Speaker 1: This was real early in the morning. We hadn't been
Speaker 1: out there long when I heard what I would describe
Speaker 1: as a deep bellow sounded like a bull that ended
Speaker 1: in a high pitched screen. At first, I guess because
Speaker 1: I was half asleep, it really didn't register to me
Speaker 1: what I was hearing. But there wasn't really anything about
Speaker 1: Bigfoot on TV in those days, and I didn't have
Speaker 1: a clue what made that sound. And then the bellow
Speaker 1: or scream happened again. It seemed to follow the same
Speaker 1: pattern as a siren. It was deep to high. This
Speaker 1: time I understood what I was hearing wasn't anything that
Speaker 1: I had ever heard before, and wasn't any known animal
Speaker 1: in this part of the country. The hair on the
Speaker 1: back of my neck stood up. The sounds were coming
Speaker 1: from the creek area right behind Larry. The low bellowing
Speaker 1: it started with I could feel in my chest and
Speaker 1: it was so deep it's hard to convey in words
Speaker 1: how loud it was. Once again, the sound was echoing
Speaker 1: in the bottom, this time a little further away. I
Speaker 1: couldn't have moved that fast. This was another creature that
Speaker 1: made that sound. Now I knew there were more than one.
Speaker 1: I've never been a nervous or jumpy person, but I
Speaker 1: was in kind of a day's trying to figure this out.
Speaker 1: Larry and I were both good shot, so I wasn't
Speaker 1: worried about an animal attack. But I was so confused
Speaker 1: that I was ready to get out of there. The
Speaker 1: fun of the day was gone, and hunting the rest
Speaker 1: of the day was shot. It's like something told me
Speaker 1: to leave. It wasn't a vocal command, but I got
Speaker 1: the message. I got down out of the tree and
Speaker 1: crossed the field to the truck that was sitting at
Speaker 1: the opposite end of the field from Larry. I sat
Speaker 1: there for fifteen minutes, utterly, dazed and confused, staring straight ahead,
Speaker 1: still trying to figure this out. And then I saw
Speaker 1: Larry come into the truck in the rear view mirror.
Speaker 1: He sat down without cranking the truck and stared straight
Speaker 1: ahead without saying a word. Now keep this in mind,
Speaker 1: the booger was right behind him. But unlike me, he
Speaker 1: was a nervous type, so this really shook him to
Speaker 1: the core. I finally broke the silence and I asked, Larry,
Speaker 1: did you hear that? Well, of course he heard it,
Speaker 1: and that broke the ice. Larry started talking. We discussed
Speaker 1: anything and everything, but we couldn't come up with an answer.
Speaker 1: We finally left and went by his father's house to
Speaker 1: tell him about it. Well, of course, he made fun
Speaker 1: of us at first and said somebody was pranking us,
Speaker 1: but he realized that I wasn't joking. If it had
Speaker 1: just been Larry telling it, his father would never have
Speaker 1: believed it. He knew Larry's nervous personality. There was no
Speaker 1: way we were being pranked because there was only one
Speaker 1: field road in and out of there. The flooded creek.
Speaker 1: Bottom behind Larry was another barrier. We could have seen
Speaker 1: anyone driving in from at least a half a mile away.
Speaker 1: Two weeks later, we just happened to go to drive
Speaker 1: in movie theater. Of all the shows to be playing
Speaker 1: was a legend of Boggy Creek. When we heard the
Speaker 1: creature sounds in the movie, we looked at each other.
Speaker 1: It was identical to what we heard. By the way,
Speaker 1: the Ohio howel sounds very similar. As a side note
Speaker 1: on this, I found out later that when the creek
Speaker 1: was being channeled out, the work crew was having their
Speaker 1: equipment messed with. Full drums of diesel and gas were
Speaker 1: thrown around, and other stuff was moved or destroyed. This
Speaker 1: happened a mile or two from where Larry and I hunted. Well.
Speaker 1: They put a small guard shack near their stuff, and
Speaker 1: they paid someone to stay there, But it wasn't long
Speaker 1: before something shook the whole guard shack so ferociously that
Speaker 1: the guard quit. Also, at a church a few miles away,
Speaker 1: they found bigfoot tracks all around the church, and then
Speaker 1: another man I know followed the tracks a long way
Speaker 1: into the woods, about five miles from where they ended again.
Speaker 1: All this happened in the year nineteen seventy eight. Of course,
Speaker 1: this wasn't a sighting. Neither one of us saw anything.
Speaker 1: We only heard the vocalizations. A timber crew that was
Speaker 1: cutting on that creek seemed to be real interested in
Speaker 1: my story. I had to go over it again and again.
Speaker 1: It was enough to make me think that they had
Speaker 1: seen or heard something. There have been a few other
Speaker 1: things in this area, but my opinion of what we
Speaker 1: heard was bigfoot. And it doesn't live here, but it
Speaker 1: migrates through. I haven't been able to forget this after
Speaker 1: all these years. And now I'll watch and listen to
Speaker 1: everything on TV and online concerning Bigfoot. And then he
Speaker 1: goes on to write. He says, feel free to use
Speaker 1: this edit do whatever you need to do. Since I'm
Speaker 1: not a writer, Dan, you're a good writer. I didn't
Speaker 1: have to do much at all to this. He said,
Speaker 1: use my name Dan if you wish. You're doing a
Speaker 1: great job with these stories. I'm a big fan. Well,
Speaker 1: thank you very much, thank you very much. You know,
Speaker 1: the one thing that stands out to me in this
Speaker 1: story is and I hear this a lot. People will
Speaker 1: hear things or see things in the woods and people
Speaker 1: will tell them they're being pranked or whatever, you know,
Speaker 1: like somebody's messing with them. Look, I'm going to tell
Speaker 1: you nobody is going to do that, especially during hunting season.
Speaker 1: People who live around here, like for instance me, I
Speaker 1: know not to walk around in the woods off of
Speaker 1: my property in somebody else's woods. You know, people just
Speaker 1: don't do that. And as far as pranking goes, that
Speaker 1: takes a lot of time and effort, and it's really
Speaker 1: hard to move in and out of an area undetected.
Speaker 1: I mean, you can do it, you know, I could
Speaker 1: probably do it if I was thinking about, you know,
Speaker 1: being clandestine. I want to get in and out of
Speaker 1: a place and no one see me, especially hunters. The
Speaker 1: problem is you don't know where the hunters are. Unless
Speaker 1: you know exactly where there are, how would you prank them.
Speaker 1: I don't know. Like I've heard people walk around in
Speaker 1: bigfoot or want to walk around in bigfoot suits and
Speaker 1: scare people. You're an idiot. You're going to get shot,
Speaker 1: especially during hunting season. So the pranking thing, I agree
Speaker 1: with Dan. It's just hard to do. You know, this
Speaker 1: is almost impossible to do. Okay, let's move on. To
Speaker 1: another story. Thanks Dan for this email. It was really good.
Speaker 1: Good to hear from somebody from West Tennessee. I missed
Speaker 1: living up there, see you, ma'am. In two thousand and nine,
Speaker 1: we were driving from our home in Houston, Texas, up
Speaker 1: to a football training camp for our nine year old son.
Speaker 1: The camp is located in Austin, normally a two to
Speaker 1: three hour drive west. The traffic on Interstate ten was
Speaker 1: light and we were making good time, so we decided
Speaker 1: to exit at the next small to look for a
Speaker 1: place to have lunch. My son spotted a Waterburger restaurant,
Speaker 1: so we pulled into the parking lot. We couldn't help
Speaker 1: but notice all of the old nineteen forties and nineteen
Speaker 1: fifties vintage cars and trucks. My husband said there must
Speaker 1: be a car show nearby, or maybe a weekend cruise.
Speaker 1: We walked inside and approached the counter. Right away, I
Speaker 1: noticed the girl who took our order was wearing clothing
Speaker 1: and sporting hair and makeup right out of the forties
Speaker 1: of the fifties. She was also very polite, maybe even
Speaker 1: a little too polite. Her manners and vernacular seemed strange
Speaker 1: and out of place. Once we placed our order, we
Speaker 1: found a booth and sat down. My husband pointed out
Speaker 1: that all the employees seemed odd, like something wasn't right,
Speaker 1: but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. We
Speaker 1: all turned our attention to the counter and kitchen area
Speaker 1: to study them more closely. The men weren't wearing polo
Speaker 1: style shirts like we were used to. Their shirts were
Speaker 1: more of a polyester type and colors that were old schools,
Speaker 1: so to speak. Both of the women were wearing dresses,
Speaker 1: definitely not the usual top and pants uniform they wear
Speaker 1: in the big city. As my husband and I discussed
Speaker 1: the attire of the staff, my son interrupted us to
Speaker 1: point out that we were the only customers in the
Speaker 1: dining room. That was odd considering the two dozen or
Speaker 1: more vehicles in the parking lot, and that they were
Speaker 1: the only business on that block. Our name was called
Speaker 1: over the speaker, and my husband walked over to get
Speaker 1: our food. Where is everyone? He asked the woman behind
Speaker 1: the counter as he pointed to all the cars and
Speaker 1: trucks out front. She looked at him and then out
Speaker 1: the window, and then back at him as if she
Speaker 1: didn't understand what he meant. Nothing more was said. He
Speaker 1: brought the food back to the table. We asked for
Speaker 1: blessings on our meal, and we ate. Once we'd finished,
Speaker 1: I checked my watch and I said we'd best be
Speaker 1: on our way, and we thanked them for lunch and
Speaker 1: went out to our car. My husband looked around at
Speaker 1: all the vehicles and pointed out that they were all
Speaker 1: empty and there was no one around. We left the
Speaker 1: restaurant headed back down the two lane road towards I ten.
Speaker 1: We approached a four away stop sign and came to
Speaker 1: a stop. No other vehicles were in sight, so I
Speaker 1: began to pull forward through the intersection. Suddenly I spotted
Speaker 1: a flash of turquoise to my right. Out of nowhere,
Speaker 1: an old vintage pickup truck was barreling towards us. It
Speaker 1: all happened so fast. He was going to hit us,
Speaker 1: and my husband tucked his head in his hands and
Speaker 1: then between his knees. At the same time, my son shouted,
Speaker 1: he's not going to stop. I knew we were not
Speaker 1: going to make it a loss the road and there
Speaker 1: wasn't enough room for the truck to get by us,
Speaker 1: so I gritted my teeth and braced for impact, closed
Speaker 1: my eyes, waiting for the collision. A moment later, we
Speaker 1: opened our eyes and looked around. We had, in fact,
Speaker 1: and made it across the intersection without colliding with the truck.
Speaker 1: But how my husband looked down the road and saw
Speaker 1: that the truck was already nearly a half a mile
Speaker 1: away had it gone right through us? What just happened?
Speaker 1: He asked, in astonishment. We just sat there, looking around,
Speaker 1: unable to find any answers or justify the situation. My
Speaker 1: son finally said, we better get going or we might
Speaker 1: be late. That's enough for one day, I said, looking
Speaker 1: up to heaven. My husband agreed and suggested our angels
Speaker 1: must have been looking out for us. We made it
Speaker 1: to my son's camp with a few minutes to spare.
Speaker 1: Once we got him enrolled, my husband and I hung
Speaker 1: out in the gym for a while while contemplating all
Speaker 1: the strangeness of the day. So if you figured out
Speaker 1: what happened back there, he asked, No, even that burger
Speaker 1: joint was weird, I answered. He offered a pensive yeah.
Speaker 1: The next morning, we said goodbye to our son and
Speaker 1: wished him well before heading back to Houston. On our
Speaker 1: way home, we decided to stop at that waterburger to
Speaker 1: see if we'd lost our minds or something. We drove
Speaker 1: up and down that stretch of roads several times, but
Speaker 1: the water Burger wasn't there. There were a few farmhouses
Speaker 1: for about a mile, but not a business in sight,
Speaker 1: let alone a burger place. The intersection was there, and
Speaker 1: we double checked to make sure we went the same
Speaker 1: direction this time, and we had. It was like something
Speaker 1: out of the Twilight Zone. On our return trip to Austin,
Speaker 1: we didn't even bother to take that exit again. My
Speaker 1: son asked about it when we passed it on our
Speaker 1: way back home, but we couldn't bring ourselves to tell
Speaker 1: them the restaurant wasn't there. We just said that we
Speaker 1: still hadn't figured out what happened at that intersection. My
Speaker 1: best friend and I were coming back to Corpus Christy
Speaker 1: after being out on her dad's ranch close to Premont, Texas.
Speaker 1: I'm going back many years. Her and I are sixty
Speaker 1: years old now and we were about nineteen at the
Speaker 1: time of this incident. We were there to tend to
Speaker 1: some things on her dad's ranch and it took us
Speaker 1: longer than we expected. Instead of going straight home, we
Speaker 1: took a detour to her Aunt VI's house. Aunt V
Speaker 1: insisted that we stay and have supper with them, which
Speaker 1: we did. She asked what route we would take home. Well,
Speaker 1: I knew of a shortcut that would save us time,
Speaker 1: and I told her that was the plan. Aunt V
Speaker 1: shook her head and warned us not to go down
Speaker 1: that shortcut at night. The road was narrow and sometimes
Speaker 1: it was in bad shape. She said, stay on the
Speaker 1: main highway. She told us it'll be safer. We promised
Speaker 1: her that we would, but after filling the tank at
Speaker 1: the gas station, we chose to take the shortcut. Anyway,
Speaker 1: it would turn out to be a big mistake. We
Speaker 1: knew about a few of the legends concerning the area
Speaker 1: where the shortcut passed through, but we didn't believe them.
Speaker 1: We were in a Cadillac and it was fast and smooth,
Speaker 1: and it had a great sound system. On we went
Speaker 1: toward the shortcut. We drove with music way up loud.
Speaker 1: We sang along. We were having a great time. It
Speaker 1: was a dark and spooky sword tonight. But the last
Speaker 1: worry on our minds was that shortcut. It's isolated and
Speaker 1: there are no houses or gas stations or even cows
Speaker 1: in the area. It's creepy even in the middle of
Speaker 1: the day. This was during the fall, sometime close to
Speaker 1: Thanksgiving Bray. The leaves were mostly fallen and we could
Speaker 1: see a long way even in the dark. Because of
Speaker 1: the moonlight and the stars, the woods were clear to us. However,
Speaker 1: when we approached that back road, it suddenly became oppressively
Speaker 1: dark and cold. I didn't want to go any further,
Speaker 1: and I told Addie to turn around. It felt creepy
Speaker 1: to me, I said, But we couldn't turn around because
Speaker 1: the car was too long. The road was narrow, and
Speaker 1: there were ditches on either side of it, and there
Speaker 1: was nowhere to get off the road. It started to
Speaker 1: get foggy, and Addie switched the headlights to see better.
Speaker 1: The atmosphere changed rapidly and we lost the radio. The
Speaker 1: fog was so thick we could barely make out the
Speaker 1: front of the car, and it was stick as soup,
Speaker 1: seeming to absorb the light from the headlights. The car
Speaker 1: slowed down on its own. It seemed to crawl no
Speaker 1: matter how much Addie depressed the accelerator. Well, we started
Speaker 1: to freak out a bit, and Addie was screaming. I
Speaker 1: pushed myself over the console and pressed my foot onto
Speaker 1: ADDIE's to give the car some gas. But still the
Speaker 1: car just creeped along, almost as if something were blocking
Speaker 1: our way, like we were pushing something. Now, we were
Speaker 1: both terrified that the car would stall. The fear was
Speaker 1: so thick you could have cut it with a knife.
Speaker 1: I could sense something otherworldly and outright evil around us,
Speaker 1: something we couldn't see. We began to pray out loud
Speaker 1: for God to help us get out of there. I
Speaker 1: told Addie over and over not to look out the car.
Speaker 1: I didn't know what was out there, but I felt
Speaker 1: like if we looked at it that it would gain
Speaker 1: full control of us. Time began to twist in a way.
Speaker 1: One minute I felt like we were in slow motion,
Speaker 1: and the next we were speeding through time at light speed.
Speaker 1: We soon became disoriented, but we struggled against this force,
Speaker 1: and we kept praying. The car finally started moving, and
Speaker 1: before we knew it, we were flying down that foggy
Speaker 1: road at one hundred miles an hour. I had enough
Speaker 1: wits about me left to scream at Addie to slow down,
Speaker 1: but in her fears, she had pressed the pedal to
Speaker 1: the floor, not thinking of anything other than getting away
Speaker 1: from the area. By some miracle, we didn't hit a
Speaker 1: tree or even run off in the ditch, which by
Speaker 1: all rights we should have. The fog began to thin
Speaker 1: and I saw that we were square in the middle
Speaker 1: of the road. She didn't slow much, but she was
Speaker 1: finally under one hundred. The further we drove, the better
Speaker 1: the visibility became, and soon we rolled into town. And
Speaker 1: as soon as we crossed into civilization, the radio popped
Speaker 1: on again and it was blaring the song we had
Speaker 1: been so happy listening to, and it made us jump
Speaker 1: and I reached over to turn the radio off. We
Speaker 1: were now going at the speed limit, and I could
Speaker 1: see smoke coming from under the hood and wafting over
Speaker 1: the windshield. The fuel gage showed less than one eighth
Speaker 1: of a tank. We had just filled it up a
Speaker 1: few minutes ago. The shortcut is fourteen miles long. It
Speaker 1: was supposed to save us a net thirty five miles,
Speaker 1: but two hours had ticked off the clock. Two hours
Speaker 1: to travel fourteen miles. Figure that one out. We told
Speaker 1: her mom about what we did and what happened to us,
Speaker 1: and she said she started to pray because we were
Speaker 1: so late getting home. A look of horror came over
Speaker 1: her face when we told her about the road that
Speaker 1: we had taken, and she made the sign of the
Speaker 1: cross as we unloaded. The whole story. Her mother is
Speaker 1: gone now, but she was the only one who believed us.
Speaker 1: Her dad thought we were drag racing boys because the
Speaker 1: engine was rough and the oil was low. Mother and
Speaker 1: father just looked at each other when I told them
Speaker 1: the story, and they never said a word, but I
Speaker 1: could tell they knew something. My parents sternly changed the
Speaker 1: subject to something else, and that was the end of it.
Speaker 1: Years have gone by, and Addie and I talk about
Speaker 1: this incident occasionally, and we count ourselves blessed that we
Speaker 1: escaped with our lives. There are many different stories about
Speaker 1: this back road, from ghosts to alien abductions. The ghost
Speaker 1: stories go back centuries to the time of the conquistadors.
Speaker 1: Something evil lives there and it wants that area all
Speaker 1: to itself. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I love
Speaker 1: that story. So, if they're sixty now, they were nineteen.
Speaker 1: That was probably back in the eighties, early eighties, late seventies.
Speaker 1: Sometime around then, those Cadillacs had those giant engines in them,
Speaker 1: and they were huge cars, and I can see them
Speaker 1: not being able to turn that car around. You'd had
Speaker 1: to back all the way out the way you came
Speaker 1: in to get back to where you started. So really
Speaker 1: there's no choice but to go forward. So maybe that's
Speaker 1: a lesson sometimes shortcuts down old, torn up roads, or
Speaker 1: maybe not a good idea. I love the story and
Speaker 1: I couldn't wait to share it with you guys. I
Speaker 1: hope you enjoyed it, and thank you to the writer.
Speaker 1: It was. It was really good. Thank you very much,