Speaker 1: In the early nineteen nineties, my brother and I used
Speaker 1: to go to Eyehop every night. We would spend hours
Speaker 1: there drinking coffee and discussing philosophy and art and religion
Speaker 1: and literature. We were sitting in the last booth in
Speaker 1: the corner where we could see out of both sides,
Speaker 1: because each side had a row of windows, and the
Speaker 1: window showed a scene of the Dallas LBJ Freeway leading
Speaker 1: into I thirty five and an endless stream of fast cars.
Speaker 1: And even though it was late at night, the stream
Speaker 1: was still moving. I noticed to my left, way out
Speaker 1: in the distance, a figure coming off of I thirty five.
Speaker 1: It walked down the middle of the median between the
Speaker 1: two sections of east and westbound traffic, and as it
Speaker 1: got closer, I could see it was a woman in
Speaker 1: a long white dress. She had long black hair and
Speaker 1: wore white veil that flowed behind her like a train. Well.
Speaker 1: I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and I squinted to
Speaker 1: make sure I was seeing what I was seeing, And
Speaker 1: I watched as she got closer and closer, thinking that
Speaker 1: when she passed the bridge, I might be able to
Speaker 1: see her going down the other side. But while she
Speaker 1: was on the bridge. My view was obstructed by a
Speaker 1: service station, and I didn't see her come out the
Speaker 1: other side. She either disappeared on the bridge or crossed
Speaker 1: the freeway there amid the heavy stream of traffic and
Speaker 1: went down the grassy hillside. I read about a legend
Speaker 1: once called La La Nna. I'm sure I'm not pronouncing
Speaker 1: that right. She is the weeping woman of the Southwest.
Speaker 1: It eerily fits the woman I saw. The legend says
Speaker 1: that the beautiful woman has long black hair, and she
Speaker 1: wears a white gown, and she wanders through the night
Speaker 1: looking for children to take with her. Maybe that was
Speaker 1: just a meth head walking around doing that jerky kind
Speaker 1: of thing they do, and she had found a sheet
Speaker 1: to wrap her up with. I don't know. I don't know.
Speaker 1: Let's go to the next He's got another story here,
Speaker 1: Let's go to that. In the nineteen eighties, I used
Speaker 1: to visit my sister and her husband and spend time
Speaker 1: with their kids every year. My brother in law's father
Speaker 1: lived with them. He was disabled and he stayed back
Speaker 1: in his room most of the time. My sister was
Speaker 1: a teacher and her husband ran his own company, and
Speaker 1: while they were at work and the kids were at school,
Speaker 1: I would be left alone with his father. Often, my
Speaker 1: brother in law's clients would call the house and I
Speaker 1: would take a message for them, and when the phone rang,
Speaker 1: the father would pick up the phone and answer it too,
Speaker 1: and each time I told him that I had it covered,
Speaker 1: and then he would hang up. I never saw the
Speaker 1: guy much, and that was about the only contact I
Speaker 1: actually wanted with him. He was not a personable guy.
Speaker 1: My sister and her family moved to a new house
Speaker 1: with a pool, and his father died shortly after that.
Speaker 1: We lot visit to them at their new house. One morning,
Speaker 1: after everyone had gone to school and work, I was
Speaker 1: left alone again, and I was planning to swim in
Speaker 1: their new pool and read a book and watch TV.
Speaker 1: But as usual, the phone rang. It was a customer
Speaker 1: for my brother in law, and as I spoke to
Speaker 1: the customer, the phone made a clicking sound like another
Speaker 1: extension had picked up. Hello. I heard the voice say
Speaker 1: the same voice as my sister's late father in law. Well,
Speaker 1: I kept talking and I took the message and the
Speaker 1: caller hung up, and I didn't hear the extension hang up,
Speaker 1: so I stayed on the line and there was no
Speaker 1: doll tone, and it sounded like the line was still open,
Speaker 1: the way it used to sound on old ground lines
Speaker 1: with extensions. I listened for twenty seconds or so, and
Speaker 1: I felt rattled. When I finally gathered up my courage,
Speaker 1: Is anyone there? I asked? The phone made a clicking
Speaker 1: sound of someone hanging up, and then came the doll tone.
Speaker 1: I was out the front door and down the block
Speaker 1: in a second, and I drank coffee at a local
Speaker 1: deli until it was time for my sister to come home.
Speaker 1: I am of a Christian faith, and I could tell
Speaker 1: you about some miracles I've seen. I do not draw
Speaker 1: major conclusions from these experiences, but I'm smart enough to
Speaker 1: know that I don't know everything, and some things just
Speaker 1: can't be explained. What a creepy, creepy whoo. That kind
Speaker 1: of gave me shivers. It's almost like that those movies
Speaker 1: they make with the you know, the phone rings and
Speaker 1: the young twenty somethingter women pick up the phone and
Speaker 1: it's like, we know what you did? You know, those
Speaker 1: kind of creepy shows. I get bored with those, but
Speaker 1: when they first came out they were pretty interesting. It
Speaker 1: kind of reminds me of that. And I saw a
Speaker 1: movie probably in the last couple of years on this
Speaker 1: La Lorona of the Weeping Woman of the Southwest. That
Speaker 1: was a horror movie. My wife and I love to
Speaker 1: go to movies. We go to We're always looking at
Speaker 1: the ads at the movie theaters for what cool movies
Speaker 1: are coming out. We're always watching trailers and stuff like that.
Speaker 1: Have y'all this is way off topic, but who has
Speaker 1: seen the new Kevin Cosner movie out called Horizon. That
Speaker 1: movie has gotten terrible feedback from the public and from reviewers.
Speaker 1: But we went to see that movie and we loved it.
Speaker 1: I guess we're just of a generation who likes the big,
Speaker 1: epic scenery and the long stretching story and the different characters.
Speaker 1: But it was like a minute or two over three hours.
Speaker 1: And we both said driving home that that movie it
Speaker 1: felt like we were in there for fifteen minutes. You
Speaker 1: just stay engaged and you're watching the story. I would
Speaker 1: recommend you all go see it and just don't go
Speaker 1: with any expectations, but go see Horizon and understand that
Speaker 1: it's either going to be two or four movies. I
Speaker 1: don't know if he's going to do four now that
Speaker 1: this first one isn't making money. Actually, he's taking a
Speaker 1: financial beating on this movie. But I like Kevin Costner.
Speaker 1: He seems to be a pretty idealistic guy. He's got
Speaker 1: visions for his movies like Dances with Wolves. Go to
Speaker 1: this movie or rent it on a streaming service with
Speaker 1: the expectation that there's more common. None of the loose
Speaker 1: ends are tied up in the first one, but it
Speaker 1: really sets the stage and gets you engrossed and involved
Speaker 1: in the story. I recommend it. I don't know why
Speaker 1: I go. I guess talking about movies, horror movies got
Speaker 1: me off on that. Here's an email I received from
Speaker 1: a woman a while back. These are this is two
Speaker 1: secondhand stories that she heard that friends of hers told her,
Speaker 1: and I thought this was fascinating. So here we go.
Speaker 1: She writes, dear cam' fan of your channel, and I
Speaker 1: have two stories for you. One is an alien abduction
Speaker 1: and the other is a dog man sighting. Neither story
Speaker 1: is mine, but I know the people that witnessed these incidents.
Speaker 1: Story number one the alien abduction. This is Randy's story.
Speaker 1: Rest in peace, Randy. I'm representing you, dear friend. In
Speaker 1: nineteen ninety eight, I returned to my dusty little hometown
Speaker 1: in New Mexico for my twenty year high school reunion,
Speaker 1: and being in a little town, I ran into a
Speaker 1: dear friend of mine, Randy. It was great to see him,
Speaker 1: and he looked awesome. He was a short, blond headed,
Speaker 1: blue eyed athlete who was always eager for a good
Speaker 1: joke and any activity that involved people. After twenty years,
Speaker 1: he hadn't changed a bet. The only difference in Randy
Speaker 1: was his eyes. He had a wide awake look in
Speaker 1: his eyes that was almost too enthusiastic. Was he excited
Speaker 1: to see maybe or was there something else. We decided
Speaker 1: to go for a drive together, because in high school
Speaker 1: that's what everyone did. We all got together and drove
Speaker 1: through the hills, looking at different scenic landscapes and doing
Speaker 1: stupid things like rolling dad's four wheeler or burying our
Speaker 1: axle in a sandy wash. So there we were, like
Speaker 1: old times in nineteen seventy eight, parked on a bluff
Speaker 1: overlooking the town and smoking pot. I had outgrown the
Speaker 1: pot thing, but I did partake in it just for
Speaker 1: the novelty and to prove to myself I hadn't become
Speaker 1: an old prude. I was buzzed and out of things
Speaker 1: to small talk about, and I made the comment, Randy,
Speaker 1: are you nervous about seeing everyone at the reunion? I
Speaker 1: don't know why, but I'm nervous about it the reunion.
Speaker 1: That's nothing. He smiled, and he laughed, I'm completely relaxed
Speaker 1: around those people. There's nothing scary about those people at all.
Speaker 1: And then his face changed and he stared down at
Speaker 1: his arm. Did you see that scar on my arm?
Speaker 1: He asked. I looked at his forearm and the scar
Speaker 1: on it was the size of a dime. It was
Speaker 1: round and irregular, like a small bullet wound. I dug
Speaker 1: a shard out of my own arm with a pocket knife,
Speaker 1: he triumphantly said, pointing at the scar. A shard. How
Speaker 1: did it get there? I asked? One day, em and
Speaker 1: I were ditching school. We were just riding around out
Speaker 1: in the bluffs and smoking, and a spacecraft picked us up.
Speaker 1: What the hell an actual UFO picked you guys up?
Speaker 1: I asked. My face was frozen in total shock at
Speaker 1: what I was hearing. Yep, he said, they picked us
Speaker 1: up in their spacecraft and they laid us out on
Speaker 1: a table I was physically examined, and then they put
Speaker 1: these glass like shards in my body. One was here
Speaker 1: in my arm. In the the other one, he turned
Speaker 1: his back to me and pointed at the base of
Speaker 1: a skull on the back of his neck. They put
Speaker 1: it in the base of my skull. He said, what
Speaker 1: did the shard look like? I asked. The one I
Speaker 1: dug out of my arm looked like glass. It was
Speaker 1: about the size of a grain of rice, but it
Speaker 1: was flat and kind of curved, he said, drawing an
Speaker 1: imaginary shard with his fingers. I really had to dig too.
Speaker 1: It was embedded in my muscle, close to the bone,
Speaker 1: but I was determined to dig it out, and I did.
Speaker 1: That thing bothered me, looking out and recalling a memory,
Speaker 1: he continued. When I went into the army, the doctors
Speaker 1: took the one out of my skull after they had
Speaker 1: to put me through a series of hypnosis sessions. Well
Speaker 1: that's good, but how did they find out about it?
Speaker 1: Did you tell them? I asked. No. I went in
Speaker 1: for a physical and the doctor asked me about the
Speaker 1: scar on my arm, and I told him what happened,
Speaker 1: and then I showed him in the back of my
Speaker 1: neck where I thought the other one was, and he
Speaker 1: asked if I still had the shard and I said, yeah,
Speaker 1: it's in a box of my locker. He told me
Speaker 1: to bring it in for him to look at it,
Speaker 1: and so I did. Apparently it was quite a fine.
Speaker 1: They kept having me come back in for more conferencing
Speaker 1: than other physical exams. I want to see it. This
Speaker 1: is really important evidence, I said, you actually have evidence
Speaker 1: of an alien contact. Yeah, I guess I did, but
Speaker 1: not anymore. They took the shard that I dug out
Speaker 1: of my arm, and they never gave it back to me. Instead,
Speaker 1: they started the whole process of these hypnosis sessions and
Speaker 1: it really freaked me out. They found exactly where the
Speaker 1: other shard was and they removed it, but I didn't
Speaker 1: get to keep that one either. I never even saw it.
Speaker 1: The whole Lord deal messed up my head and I
Speaker 1: couldn't stop crying after that. I kept crying and crying.
Speaker 1: It was weird. I didn't want him to start crying,
Speaker 1: as I was in his car and we were both
Speaker 1: high on Pott, so I've changed the focus. How's Mike
Speaker 1: after all this, I asked, He's cool, Let's go see
Speaker 1: him Randy said, firing up the engine. So we went
Speaker 1: into town and back into the old neighborhood where both
Speaker 1: Randy and Mike grew up, arriving at Mike's and parked
Speaker 1: in the car and Mike's driveway. We both walked up
Speaker 1: to the door and we knocked. Mike answered, looking the
Speaker 1: same as he did in high school, and he invited
Speaker 1: us in, and we continued more pot smoking. These guys
Speaker 1: had become the heads and I had become the square.
Speaker 1: And after some small talk, we looked at vacation photos
Speaker 1: and we never talked about the abduction again. But a
Speaker 1: curious note is Mike is still a bachelor, and he
Speaker 1: had become quiet and reclusive. I never got married or
Speaker 1: had kids, he said. I don't know why. It just
Speaker 1: never happened. It's not unusual in this day and age,
Speaker 1: I said, but I thought, it's because you got the
Speaker 1: life scared out of you in high school. That night,
Speaker 1: we went to the reunion and we had a great
Speaker 1: time disco dancing and catching up with life stories. Everyone
Speaker 1: was amazing, and for the most part, everybody seemed happy.
Speaker 1: A few years later, Randy was found dead in an
Speaker 1: apartment in Bisbee Arizona. It was hush hush as to
Speaker 1: how he died. Was it suicide? I think so. I
Speaker 1: think he was implanted with tracking devices and his suffering
Speaker 1: of fear was unrelenting. I believe that's what happened, one
Speaker 1: hundred percent. God bless Randy in the heavens with the
Speaker 1: peace and love of our eternal grand Creator. So be it,
Speaker 1: the woman writes at the end of her first story,
Speaker 1: I thought that was very interesting. Let's move on to
Speaker 1: story number two, The dog Man Sighting, and she writes,
Speaker 1: this is my nephew's wife's parents' story that takes place
Speaker 1: in the same little dusty town in New Mexico. Here's
Speaker 1: the town layout, she writes. The town is situated down
Speaker 1: in a valley where two rivers meet. Looking up, the
Speaker 1: valley is lined with jagged sandstone bluffs, and the only
Speaker 1: things that grow up there are desert plants, sage brush,
Speaker 1: and gnarley cedars. Then down in the valley is a lush,
Speaker 1: green farmland with towering old cottonwoods and salt cedars and
Speaker 1: rabbit brush. The rivers are mountain runoff, and they're teeming
Speaker 1: with fresh water trout and bass. And it's not unusual
Speaker 1: to see an eagle perched on a limb, just chilling.
Speaker 1: My dad lived down by the river and he loved
Speaker 1: hearing the hawking geese fly by. He also had lots
Speaker 1: of deer that came into his yard for a tasty treat,
Speaker 1: and he used to mimic them with his front teeth
Speaker 1: and say, the deer have nipped off all those rose
Speaker 1: buds from my rose bushes. Then he'd click his teeth
Speaker 1: together to show just how they did it. One night,
Speaker 1: my nephew and his wife came over for dinner and
Speaker 1: we were sitting around the table afterward having a beer.
Speaker 1: My nephew suddenly looked puzzled. Hey, a weird thing happened
Speaker 1: to Peggy's parents the other night. He said, they were
Speaker 1: on the other side of the river, delivering newspapers to
Speaker 1: people who live in all those little houses back there.
Speaker 1: You know how everyone has their houses tucked away in
Speaker 1: the back of their acreage. Well, Peggy's mom was driving
Speaker 1: along a dirt road while her dad tossed the papers,
Speaker 1: and there was barely enough like to see, and then
Speaker 1: her dad sniffed something in the air and looked over
Speaker 1: at her mom with a stink eye. He said, you
Speaker 1: smell thy Yeah, that's really right. Something definitely died around here,
Speaker 1: she said. And then on the passenger side of the car,
Speaker 1: they saw a creature with the dog's head, running on
Speaker 1: two legs like a man. It was keeping pace with
Speaker 1: them alongside of their car. Well what did they do,
Speaker 1: I asked, Well, they didn't do anything. They didn't have
Speaker 1: any time to do anything. The creature was so fast
Speaker 1: and it ran around the front of the car and
Speaker 1: then it ran into these people's front yard. Well did
Speaker 1: anyone see it, I ask No. It went to the
Speaker 1: side of the house really fast, and it hopped on
Speaker 1: their brick wall like nothing. And Peggy's dad said, the
Speaker 1: wall was high up. That thing didn't need to jump
Speaker 1: without any effort. It hopped up and then it just
Speaker 1: turned back and it stared at them. They froze, and
Speaker 1: suddenly it just turned and hopped down in the people's
Speaker 1: backyard and that was it. That was the last they
Speaker 1: saw of it. That's a true story. And then she
Speaker 1: goes on to write, after listening to your podcast, I'm
Speaker 1: able to include other details and have put two and
Speaker 1: two together. I recall that after my dad passed away,
Speaker 1: Black helicopters started cruising the valley. They chased away all
Speaker 1: the geese and the eagles, and then the county started
Speaker 1: clearing all the underbrush away from the trees, so no
Speaker 1: more or deer where they're either. And then they diverted
Speaker 1: the river so that it became a trickle of water,
Speaker 1: and the wildlife has systematically gone away. Now that I've
Speaker 1: listened to your podcast, I wonder if that wasn't a
Speaker 1: way to flush out the dog men. My hunch says yes,
Speaker 1: and then she goes on to write, I hope people
Speaker 1: hear these stories because credibility is important, Validation is important,
Speaker 1: but even more important is protection. And I'm not really
Speaker 1: sure what that means, but I thought these were two
Speaker 1: really good secondhand stories. These are, you know, the first
Speaker 1: stories from a high school mate, and the other is
Speaker 1: from some people in her family, who, I mean, why
Speaker 1: would they Why would the dog man thing? Why would
Speaker 1: somebody just make that up? It's not you know, these
Speaker 1: are just normal people having dinner. There's no way to
Speaker 1: know if they have a history of lying, but let's
Speaker 1: assume they don't. And then all of a sudden, this
Speaker 1: woman said, this woman in man say, well, we just
Speaker 1: saw this doglike creature running around on two legs, run
Speaker 1: right around the front of our car, into someone's yard,
Speaker 1: up on the fence, and then boop on the other side,
Speaker 1: it's gone. I don't know why anybody would tell that
Speaker 1: story if there wasn't a little bit of truth to it,
Speaker 1: and this dog man information myth or these stories are
Speaker 1: not really super prevalent, not like Bigfoot. Bigfoot is known
Speaker 1: in alien abductions and all of that other stuff is
Speaker 1: far more notable, and information on it is more widespread
Speaker 1: than anything like a dog man. The dog man, the
Speaker 1: werewolf thing is quite It's just not a huge popular topic.
Speaker 1: But people see them and then we get stories about them.
Speaker 1: So to the writer, she didn't give me permission to
Speaker 1: use her name, but I thought this was wonderful, so
Speaker 1: thank you for sending this to me. I appreciate it.
Speaker 1: I'm sixty years old and I live in a suburb
Speaker 1: on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia. At the rear court
Speaker 1: that I live in, there's a large parkland covering over
Speaker 1: two hundred acres. This parkland separates our estate from the
Speaker 1: local beach on the perimeter of Port Phillip Bay. I
Speaker 1: work locally and daily ride a pushbike along the paths
Speaker 1: leading through the parkland to the beach and onwards to
Speaker 1: my place of employment, some fifteen kilometers away. For eight years,
Speaker 1: I would exit my driveway, ride up the road for
Speaker 1: thirty five meters and turn right into a pathway entrance
Speaker 1: situated between two houses, and begin my ride to work.
Speaker 1: That journey was interrupted two years ago, and while I
Speaker 1: still ride to work, I no longer go through the parkland.
Speaker 1: I now stick to the road all the way and
Speaker 1: take the longer but safer route. On a winter morning
Speaker 1: in twenty sixteen, I exited my house and made my
Speaker 1: way to the front gate in the usual manner, but
Speaker 1: I felt anxious for some reason. The magpies that usually
Speaker 1: greeted me with song from a tree at the front
Speaker 1: of my property were silent, and while I always started
Speaker 1: my journey in the pitch black of night, this time
Speaker 1: I felt trepidation, and I wondered irrationally if I should
Speaker 1: drive to work today. There was something else strange about
Speaker 1: this night. In the distance, emanating from the area of
Speaker 1: the path entrance was an increasingly louder, asthmic growl. At
Speaker 1: this point, I'd like to say that I've never, in
Speaker 1: all my days, experienced anything like I'm about to describe.
Speaker 1: I have hunted, camped, and lived in the forested areas
Speaker 1: along our coast and inland districts. The wildlife that I
Speaker 1: see is always expected kangaroos, koalas, and snakes, etc. I
Speaker 1: stopped in a loud eyesight to focus on the entrance
Speaker 1: to the pathway leading to the parkland, as I was
Speaker 1: sure it was the source of the rasping, but couldn't
Speaker 1: see anything exiting onto the road, so I waited. Finally,
Speaker 1: I decided it must be an old, large dog that
Speaker 1: had been brought to heal by its owner. Therefore, save
Speaker 1: for me to proceed on my bike journey. I pressed
Speaker 1: the crank into action and started cycling along the road
Speaker 1: with a view to entering into the park, Inquisitive as
Speaker 1: to the type of dog that I would see. As
Speaker 1: I came closer to the creature, I veered to my
Speaker 1: left and ordered a sweep right into the park entrance.
Speaker 1: When I was stopped dead, I had caught sight of
Speaker 1: the dog, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. First,
Speaker 1: there were no owners in sight. The dog was laying
Speaker 1: down ten meters from the entrance as if it was
Speaker 1: lying in wait. When it saw me, it rose on
Speaker 1: all fours and began prowling towards me. But not like
Speaker 1: an ordinary dog. This was big, really big. Its head
Speaker 1: was double the size of e labradors, but more rounded.
Speaker 1: Its height was that of a Shetland pony, and its
Speaker 1: width was four or five feet. Its arms were muscular,
Speaker 1: so much so that it had to roll and display
Speaker 1: them in order to move forward. It was dark brown
Speaker 1: in color, moving in the shadowy moonlight, and its eyes
Speaker 1: glowed orange. I have a scientific background, and funny as
Speaker 1: it seems, the conundrum of its eyes glowing without any
Speaker 1: source of illumination from the environment around it intrigued me,
Speaker 1: and I dare say, rooted me in place. As it
Speaker 1: came to the front of the entrance, six meters away
Speaker 1: from me. I remember overcoming my curiosity and exclaiming if
Speaker 1: this or something of that nature, and began furiously peddling
Speaker 1: along the road. My bike has an electric function, and
Speaker 1: with some post purchase modifications, it can reach speeds up
Speaker 1: to forty miles per hour fairly quickly, and it sure
Speaker 1: did that day. I never looked back, and I didn't
Speaker 1: stop until I was a block away to catch my breath.
Speaker 1: I then rode all the way to work using the road,
Speaker 1: not venturing onto the park at any stage. I contacted
Speaker 1: the local ranger later that day and asked if they
Speaker 1: had any reports of large stray dogs in that area,
Speaker 1: and he replied no, so I left it at that.
Speaker 1: I happened to be watching YouTube earlier this year, and
Speaker 1: your channel came across my feet. When I heard your
Speaker 1: stories about the dog man, I finally had a name
Speaker 1: for what I had seen. I don't want to see
Speaker 1: this thing again. I ceased riding my bike to work
Speaker 1: until summer that year, and although I still right today,
Speaker 1: I never go into the parkland, and I refrain from
Speaker 1: writing during the winter. I think it's about all I
Speaker 1: can recall, but if you have any questions, feel free
Speaker 1: to ask. You can also feel free to modify the
Speaker 1: report to fit your narrative style. God bless you all.