Speaker 1: Until recently, bigfoot was just a fun subject that my
Speaker 1: husband and I enjoyed together. We listened to podcasts about
Speaker 1: the subject, not really knowing if Bigfoot was real or imagined.
Speaker 1: It was intriguing to think of another life form undiscovered
Speaker 1: and roaming the woods. The scenery is usually great in
Speaker 1: these videos as well. Sometimes we would drive out to
Speaker 1: the Bankhead National Forest on the weekend for peace and
Speaker 1: quiet and our kids chatting, Oh there goes Mam and
Speaker 1: dad again squatching. We talked about what it would be
Speaker 1: like to see a bigfoot, but it was mostly a
Speaker 1: lighthearted chit chat. At Christmas, we adopted a pitbull Terrier
Speaker 1: named Bond. He is an obedient dog and well tempered
Speaker 1: with my grand children. He almost never barks at anyone
Speaker 1: but strangers. He is a faithful friend and he follows
Speaker 1: me everywhere. We had had him for a couple of
Speaker 1: months when he began to act strange. I take him
Speaker 1: out one last time after dark and he would be
Speaker 1: ready and excited to go, and then as soon as
Speaker 1: the door would open, he would back up and dig
Speaker 1: in and refuse to go outside since it's the last
Speaker 1: time he'll go out before bed. When this happens. I
Speaker 1: have to pull his sixty pound butt out the door.
Speaker 1: One evening, I was taking him out around eight thirty pm.
Speaker 1: He put up a fuss. The moment the door opened.
Speaker 1: He tried running under the chairs on the porch, so
Speaker 1: I took him out onto the driveway. Then he tried
Speaker 1: to crawl under the vehicle. What's wrong with you? You
Speaker 1: beg scaredy cat, I said. I pulled him down the
Speaker 1: drive a few feet where there was nothing to tangle
Speaker 1: himself in, and he sat on my feet. I continued
Speaker 1: to fuss at him. I'm wondering what on earth had
Speaker 1: gotten to him, and was trying to get him to
Speaker 1: get on with his business. That's when the loudest growl
Speaker 1: I ever heard, the deepest, longest howl, burst into the air.
Speaker 1: It was so close the sound vibrated my chest. I
Speaker 1: would have looked for the sores, but the dog, being
Speaker 1: on a leash, dragged me down the sidewalk into the house.
Speaker 1: I'm no delicate, frail little woman. Bond went straight to
Speaker 1: the house and into his kennel, and my mind raised.
Speaker 1: I checked the doors and windows. I checked on my
Speaker 1: kids and they were still in the house. I began
Speaker 1: to think about my daughter, who would come home from
Speaker 1: work in a few minutes, so I sent her a
Speaker 1: text and told her that i'd meet her in the driveway.
Speaker 1: My husband worked second shift, so he would be coming
Speaker 1: home later. I thought of the large kitchen picture window
Speaker 1: not three feet off the ground on that side of
Speaker 1: the house. There wasn't any curtains because it faces the
Speaker 1: pasture and the woods. Later, when my husband got home,
Speaker 1: I met him with a spotlight and I said, Bigfoot
Speaker 1: isn't funny anymore. I haven't been able to identify the sound.
Speaker 1: I have hunting experience, but I've never heard anything like this.
Speaker 1: I started researching animal sounds, but I didn't find anything
Speaker 1: remotely similar. The days went on, and I thought of
Speaker 1: the nights the boys and I slept in the tents
Speaker 1: on the hill in the back of the property when
Speaker 1: they were younger, even with my girls once, and how
Speaker 1: we walked back at two in the morning because they
Speaker 1: kept saying someone was walking and throwing things at us.
Speaker 1: At that time, my husband and I didn't take them seriously.
Speaker 1: I remembered my grandmother, who used to own this property,
Speaker 1: and it was so out of character for her to lie,
Speaker 1: and even she would tell me to be in by
Speaker 1: dark or the boogers would get me. I didn't take
Speaker 1: her seriously either, until that night I heard one with
Speaker 1: my own ears. I recall the strange behavior of the
Speaker 1: deer on our property recently. Once three bucks and two
Speaker 1: dos were trotting down the paved road with three cars
Speaker 1: behind them. Only when the driver honked did they turn
Speaker 1: it onto a gravel road that led to the barn
Speaker 1: in the woods behind our house. My husband and I
Speaker 1: have hit three deers since New Year's Eve. Instead of
Speaker 1: crossing in front of us, they tried to run alongside
Speaker 1: the cars. One ran into the back of my husband's
Speaker 1: truck less than a week ago. It's as if they
Speaker 1: think that by being closer to us they are safer,
Speaker 1: like the vehicle as some sort of a shield. We're
Speaker 1: surrounded by fields, woods and ponds and creeks, but we
Speaker 1: are three miles from town and there's never been a
Speaker 1: bear report in our county. We are at the front
Speaker 1: of the foothills, and they say there are very few
Speaker 1: bears in the Bankhead National Forest to the southwest. Now
Speaker 1: we know people who say that there are some near
Speaker 1: the southeast. But the sound I heard was not a
Speaker 1: bear or a wild pig or any kind of cat. Well,
Speaker 1: I didn't see anything. I know something big passes through.
Speaker 1: I like to believe it only passes through and does
Speaker 1: not stay here very long. From time to time, Bond
Speaker 1: still refuses to go outside. I'm good with that. I
Speaker 1: don't want to share my name. I live in a
Speaker 1: small southern community. Bless their bless their hearts. If you
Speaker 1: know what I mean, Yes, I know what you mean.
Speaker 1: And the creepiest part of this story are the deer.
Speaker 1: The behavior of the deer. That is so odd that
Speaker 1: the deer would kind of cling close to vehicles to
Speaker 1: maybe they, like you said, maybe they think they're safer.
Speaker 1: I've never heard that before. That is really that's something new.
Speaker 1: And a lot of these bigfoot stories, you know, I've
Speaker 1: done hundreds even thousands of them, and that so many
Speaker 1: of them are basically with a few variations, the same.
Speaker 1: But I've never heard this before. This is a new one,
Speaker 1: so it kind of peaued my interest again about this
Speaker 1: dear behavior. I'd like to know if any of you
Speaker 1: all have heard that, If you've heard about that comment below,
Speaker 1: thank you to the writer and bless your heart for
Speaker 1: sending the story. It was really good. Thank you, ma'am. Okay,
Speaker 1: this is a ghost story that I think you all
Speaker 1: will really be intrigued by and interested in and entertained,
Speaker 1: which is the purpose of this channel is to entertain you.
Speaker 1: In January of nineteen sixty eight, my family experienced a
Speaker 1: strange event. What makes it interesting is that we were
Speaker 1: spread out among three different locations between New England towns.
Speaker 1: That evening, my father, my cousin and I were smelt fishing,
Speaker 1: which involves sitting in a shack on a rose and
Speaker 1: river and fishing through a hole in the ice. Across
Speaker 1: town at Augusta General Hospital, my grandfather, who we call Pampy,
Speaker 1: was lying in bed and enduring the final few hours
Speaker 1: of his life. My mother and grandmother were there by
Speaker 1: his side. My grandparents' house was in a little town
Speaker 1: called Richmond. The house was a large, rambling, two story,
Speaker 1: multi roomed home built in the style of the nineteen fifties.
Speaker 1: My sister deb was sitting in the kitchen entertaining herself,
Speaker 1: and the rest of the adults were in the living
Speaker 1: room watching television. At around nine in the evening, my Pampy,
Speaker 1: who was coming in and out of consciousness suddenly started
Speaker 1: singing a beautiful gospel song about heaven. My mom and
Speaker 1: my nanny said that they had never heard it before,
Speaker 1: even though they had attended church all their lives. Minutes later,
Speaker 1: Pampy had given up the ghost and was pronounced dead
Speaker 1: by the doctors. At that same time, in my grandparents' house,
Speaker 1: my sister said that she could hear a bird singing.
Speaker 1: At first, it frightened her. She ran from the kitchen
Speaker 1: too the living room where the adults were, and the
Speaker 1: bird's song followed her. Every adult in the room heard
Speaker 1: it remarkably. Even my great grandmother could hear it too,
Speaker 1: even though she was quite deaf and could only hear
Speaker 1: if you spoke very loudly. They listened in silence as
Speaker 1: the bird's song passed into the second sitting room, and
Speaker 1: from there the noise went upstairs and finally faded away.
Speaker 1: To say they were mystified would be an understatement. At
Speaker 1: that time, six miles away, as the crow flies, my dad,
Speaker 1: my cousin, and I were in our shacks fishing for smelts.
Speaker 1: My cousin walked from his shack over to my dad
Speaker 1: and me to see if we were having any luck.
Speaker 1: And when he went back to his shack, our life
Speaker 1: started to brighten. We attributed it to just a gas
Speaker 1: lanner needing air, But right then my cousin ran back
Speaker 1: to us with a look of fear and confusion on
Speaker 1: his face. He told us that when he went to
Speaker 1: see us, he left his bucket of fish inside the shack,
Speaker 1: and when he went back, the door was open and
Speaker 1: the bucket was gone. We were the only ones fishing
Speaker 1: on that river. To prove it, there were no footprints
Speaker 1: in the snow other than our own. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: later that we shared the experiences we had had with
Speaker 1: one another and found out that they had occurred at
Speaker 1: all the same time. It has been fifty years since
Speaker 1: these events took place, and I'm glad I finally have
Speaker 1: written them down. Though I still ponder on that night,
Speaker 1: I have come to one possible answer. That answer is
Speaker 1: one word, pampy. Oh, that's a good story. Maybe your
Speaker 1: grandfather was saying goodbye in a way, and God let
Speaker 1: him just kind of move around and give you all
Speaker 1: the sign that he was leaving. I thought this was
Speaker 1: a great story. I kind of I read this cold.
Speaker 1: I thought it was going to be a scary ghost
Speaker 1: story on the beginning. And I guess to some people
Speaker 1: this could be scary, but to me, it was kind
Speaker 1: of good. It was kind of a peaceful, how would
Speaker 1: you call it, kind of a soft story. I like that.
Speaker 1: I appreciate it. Thank you to the writer, and I'm
Speaker 1: glad you wrote it down too, because now we all
Speaker 1: got to enjoy something that you experienced that you'll remember
Speaker 1: all your life. Thank you for that. All right, Bigfoot, Bigfoot,
Speaker 1: everybody likes Bigfoot. It's a short one, but it's a
Speaker 1: good one. I was raised outdoors in Arizona. In twenty eleven,
Speaker 1: my dad and I went elk hunting near Alpine, Arizona.
Speaker 1: We had been up there for a few days when
Speaker 1: one night I was woke up by something heavy walking
Speaker 1: by my tent on two feet right away my hand.
Speaker 1: I went from my single action revolver, and as soon
Speaker 1: as I had my fingers around if the thing stopped.
Speaker 1: It must have heard me. And then right away I
Speaker 1: felt like I was about to be attacked. Whatever it was,
Speaker 1: it was like it was staring right at me through
Speaker 1: the walls of the tent. Well. I let out a
Speaker 1: slow breath and I heard it move toward the fire
Speaker 1: pit in my dad's tent. As much as I wanted
Speaker 1: to get up and see what was moving around, something
Speaker 1: told me that that was a bad idea. I clutched
Speaker 1: my revolver. I heard the ice chest open, and I
Speaker 1: heard this thing rummage through the contents. I heard it
Speaker 1: close the lid, and then I listened to it leave
Speaker 1: the way it came in the next morning, when my
Speaker 1: dad got up, he asked me what I was looking
Speaker 1: for in the cooler last night. I wanted to tell
Speaker 1: him that it wasn't me, that it was sasquatch, but
Speaker 1: instead I laughed and I told him I thought it
Speaker 1: was him making the noise. He looked through the ice
Speaker 1: chest to see if anything had been taken and said
Speaker 1: several sodas and candy bars were missing. Asked me if
Speaker 1: I was sure it wasn't me, and I finally had
Speaker 1: to tell him what I heard the night before. When
Speaker 1: I was younger, I always had a feeling of being
Speaker 1: watched in the woods, where the hair on my neck
Speaker 1: would stand up. I would stop and look around for
Speaker 1: a bear or a mountain lion or something. But I
Speaker 1: never really put stock in bigfoot or aliens or any
Speaker 1: other thing of that nature. But after that night in Alpine,
Speaker 1: all that changed. Oh man, that was a good story.
Speaker 1: Apparently the bigfoot didn't want to hurt you. He just
Speaker 1: wanted a candy bar and a coke. That's what he wanted,
Speaker 1: and he was gone. So maybe that's a good lesson.
Speaker 1: If you're camping, you know bigfoots are or in the area,
Speaker 1: leave out a candy bar and a coke and they'll
Speaker 1: just walk off in the woods. But I can imagine, seriously,
Speaker 1: I can imagine this being a scary event. It's a
Speaker 1: very good story, very concise. I appreciate the writer. Thank you, sir.
Speaker 1: All Right, we'll end this up with a good ghost
Speaker 1: story from Texas. This is a good one. In two
Speaker 1: thousand and eight, I moved from Texas to Nashville. No,
Speaker 1: it's a ghost in Nashville. Sorry about that. In two
Speaker 1: thousand and eight, I moved from Texas to Nashville for work,
Speaker 1: and I purchased an old craftsman home. For those who
Speaker 1: don't know, East Nashville is in the process of gentrification.
Speaker 1: Old houses that were left to the colect are now
Speaker 1: being renovated. The neighborhood is so old, in fact, that
Speaker 1: Frank and Jesse. James went into hiding there for a while.
Speaker 1: At the time, I had two dogs, a Dalmatian and
Speaker 1: a Wymaraner. I never knew how to say that word.
Speaker 1: Why Whymaraner? We mariner? I don't know how to say it.
Speaker 1: You know what dogs, the gray dogs with the short tails,
Speaker 1: and they slept on the floor next to my bed.
Speaker 1: I had been in the house a couple of weeks
Speaker 1: when I awoke in the wee hours of the morning
Speaker 1: to the smell of smoke. Once I got my wits
Speaker 1: about me, I realized it was cigarette smoke. I was smelling.
Speaker 1: Oh crap, I thought someone's in the house. The dogs
Speaker 1: were sleeping peacefully, which meant no intruder, so I went
Speaker 1: back to sleep. The next week, I was walking through
Speaker 1: the house when I smelled cigar smoked. It was like
Speaker 1: I had walked through a cloud of it. But upon
Speaker 1: entering the next room, that smell was gone. Two weeks later,
Speaker 1: I was chatting with a neighbor who had lived in
Speaker 1: the same house on my street her whole life. I
Speaker 1: asked her if anyone had ever died in my house.
Speaker 1: Oh yeah, she said, mister b He died in the
Speaker 1: bathtub back in the nineteen fifties. So I asked her
Speaker 1: if he smoked. She said, yes, he smoked. He lit
Speaker 1: the next one with his last one. Now I was
Speaker 1: getting somewhere. I had a ghost with a name and
Speaker 1: the nasty habit of chain smoking. As it turned out,
Speaker 1: he had some other annoying habits as well. He left
Speaker 1: the back door while it'd open one night. As is
Speaker 1: true in most neighborhoods that are in transition, safety can
Speaker 1: be a street to street affair. This is the case
Speaker 1: in East Nashville. Mister B would march around in the
Speaker 1: attic at all hours, and I couldn't leave dishes in
Speaker 1: the sink. If I did, I'd find a cup or
Speaker 1: cooking utensil on the kitchen floor the next day. There
Speaker 1: was one wall I couldn't hang art on. I'd hang
Speaker 1: a picture and the next day it would be on
Speaker 1: the floor. It was evident he lived in the attic.
Speaker 1: Sometimes i'd hear old timey radio from the nineteen forties
Speaker 1: coming from up there. That's where i'd hear him the
Speaker 1: most of the time, though I would see the occasional
Speaker 1: orb zooming around the corner downstairs. By this time I
Speaker 1: had become used to it, and then one day both
Speaker 1: of my dogs were cowering in my bedroom and they
Speaker 1: would not come out. That was the last straw for me.
Speaker 1: I went up to the attic and I read him
Speaker 1: the Riot Act. He could stomp around all he wanted, opening,
Speaker 1: close inside doors and cabinets, and he could play his music,
Speaker 1: but he was to leave the front and back doors
Speaker 1: closed and locked, and my dogs were not to be
Speaker 1: messed with in any way. If you break those rules,
Speaker 1: I do everything in my power to get him out
Speaker 1: of the house. After that, we had a clean kitchen,
Speaker 1: one bare wall, locked doors, and happy dogs. At one
Speaker 1: point I had to have major surgery, which led to
Speaker 1: a long recovery. My father was retired and bored, and
Speaker 1: he traveled from Texas to Nashville to help me out.
Speaker 1: He's left in the spare bedroom in the attic that
Speaker 1: also acted as my music room. One night, he was
Speaker 1: shaking away and my dad told me he heard a
Speaker 1: male voice tell him that he had to get out
Speaker 1: right now. I had told my dad all about mister B,
Speaker 1: and my dad said he told mister B to f off,
Speaker 1: And the next thing my dad heard was one of
Speaker 1: my guitars hitting the floor. I eventually had to move
Speaker 1: back to Texas for family reasons, and in the years
Speaker 1: I had lived in the Craftsman home, I tried to
Speaker 1: bring it back to what it looked like when it
Speaker 1: was built in nineteen thirty eight. The guy who bought
Speaker 1: it told me that I had wasted my money because
Speaker 1: he was going to gut it and then flip it.
Speaker 1: What a jerk. As I was walking out the door
Speaker 1: for the last time, I told mister B that if
Speaker 1: he were so inclined, he should give that your card.
Speaker 1: Oh that's great. After I moved, I stayed in contact
Speaker 1: with my old neighbors. They told me that the activity
Speaker 1: at the house would start and then stop after a week,
Speaker 1: and then start and abruptly stop again. I imagine the
Speaker 1: workmen witnessing a hammer go flying across the room, or
Speaker 1: a lighter just falling over on its own. It was finished.
Speaker 1: The house was on the market for six months. If
Speaker 1: a flipped house isn't finished and sold in six weeks,
Speaker 1: it costs the flipper money. If the TV programs are
Speaker 1: to believed, I could just hear mister B slamming a door,
Speaker 1: being a disembodied voice from another room saying get out
Speaker 1: right now as prospective buyers toward the property. The jerk
Speaker 1: lost his shirt on that one. Thank you so much
Speaker 1: for the stories and you continued enthusiasm for bringing great
Speaker 1: content to your listeners. You're welcome. Pay no attention to
Speaker 1: the critics. Their words tell you more about themselves and
Speaker 1: how miserable they are than any flaws you may have. Well,
Speaker 1: you know, I think I've I'm going to zero in
Speaker 1: on that last paragraph. I think I've run off all
Speaker 1: the nasty people, mainly the mean bigfoot people. I have
Speaker 1: a smaller audience now, and I'm so happy about that.
Speaker 1: What that means is less views, less subscribers, less money
Speaker 1: that you two pays me. But I would rather. I
Speaker 1: would rather it be that way and have just a beautiful,
Speaker 1: nice set of people who enjoy these stories and we
Speaker 1: can all interact, and I can think about you during
Speaker 1: the day and think, oh, man, what a nice bunch
Speaker 1: of people follow along with this channel. You know, people say,
Speaker 1: don't pay attention to the comments and the meanness. That's
Speaker 1: hard to do. I mean, I don't lose any sleep
Speaker 1: over it, or I didn't when it used to be
Speaker 1: that way. It does get under your skin. And you know,
Speaker 1: I'd be a mister tough guy if I said, oh,
Speaker 1: it doesn't bother me, but it does bother me. But
Speaker 1: I would always bite back at most of them or
Speaker 1: just ban them from commenting. With all that said, we
Speaker 1: have whittled this audience down. We've weeded all those a
Speaker 1: holes out and this is the absolute nicest bunch of people.
Speaker 1: I've always said, y'all nicest audience on the Internet, and
Speaker 1: I mean it, and now it's nothing but nice people.
Speaker 1: You can tell if you read through the comment section,
Speaker 1: you can tell it. People are so nice. They interact
Speaker 1: with each other and they you know, I'm able to
Speaker 1: answer some of the comments, and it's just a good
Speaker 1: place to be. I'm not a comment reader. Like when
Speaker 1: I watch a YouTube video or Facebook video or whatever,
Speaker 1: I never comment. I never comment one way or another.
Speaker 1: I'm just there to watch. You know, with this channel,
Speaker 1: there's only about five percent of the people that actually
Speaker 1: view a video that will leave a comment. But I
Speaker 1: have a feeling that the people who don't comment are
Speaker 1: just the same. They're just nice people who like to
Speaker 1: listen to a good story every once in a while.
Speaker 1: So I'll quit going on and on about that. But
Speaker 1: this was a great, lighthearted story about a ghost and
Speaker 1: a house in each Nashville, built in nineteen thirty eight
Speaker 1: and the owner parent at least, still lives there. And
Speaker 1: this guy's comment about trying to summon the ghosts to
Speaker 1: run off the new owner, that was hysterical. But thank
Speaker 1: you for that. I enjoyed this story. I really appreciate
Speaker 1: the man sending it to me. Thank you, hey, thank
Speaker 1: you all for listening to this podcast. I appreciate you.
Speaker 1: I want to say one thing. I don't talk in
Speaker 1: these videos anymore. I used to. In the first couple
Speaker 1: of three years I did this podcast, I talked to y'all,
Speaker 1: and I know some people like it and some people don't.
Speaker 1: But the truth is, I just really don't have much
Speaker 1: to say. I just like doing these stories. I like
Speaker 1: reading them, wrapping them up, editing, editing them, and getting
Speaker 1: them out to you all. But there is one thing
Speaker 1: that has really got has made me angry for the
Speaker 1: last ever since I opened the account. This account I
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Speaker 1: It's not I don't think it's under my YouTube videos anymore,
Speaker 1: because they are a horrible company. The quality of the
Speaker 1: T shirts is bad. They are overpriced, Their customer service
Speaker 1: is horrible. I even ordered two hoodies for my brother
Speaker 1: in law three months ago. I still haven't gotten them.
Speaker 1: Nobody's returning my call, nobody's returning my emails. I'm switching.
Speaker 1: You all have asked why I don't have T shirts
Speaker 1: for sale anymore. The reason is is because I tried
Speaker 1: to get them. I can't figure out a way to
Speaker 1: shut down the store. That's the truth. I have looked
Speaker 1: at every button on their website and I've discontinued every
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Speaker 1: at least for my merchandise, because more than likely you're
Speaker 1: gonna get ripped off. And I think the company is
Speaker 1: about half broke. Maybe a year and a half ago.
Speaker 1: You used to could click, you know, I'd make twenty
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Speaker 1: you buy a T shirt, I get a little piece
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Speaker 1: to three months to pay me, and I could tell
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Speaker 1: gotten a payout in months, but the last few I got,
Speaker 1: they were sent to me by another company and it
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Speaker 1: So anyway, I just wanted to say I'm sorry that
Speaker 1: that company did not live up to what I thought
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Speaker 1: I just haven't had time to design a few T
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