Speaker 1: So I will try to relate this to the best
of my memory and ask you all to realize that
I was a young boy at the time, but the
event that I'm going to relate to you is burned
into my memory. The event took place near Stark, Florida,
which is located south of Jacksonville, up in the northern
part of Florida. At the time, my mother and I
lived in a nice trailer and a small trailer park
that was located off of US Highway three oh one
south of Stark, Florida. There were several residents in the park.
I would hazard a guess of about ten trailers at
the time. The trailer park was built in the woods
and we had dirt roads. Behind the trailer I lived
in was a pond, not a big one, but big
enough to have fish in it along with water moccasins.
I recall my mom's shooting several when they had the
ttermidity to invade our yard in per in a clear
and present danger to her number two sun. Actually it
was us that had invaded their space, if the truth
must be known. My friend across the street let's call
him Jim, used to sit out and fish in the
night during the summer when it was warm, among other things,
kids of those years would do things like making forts
in the woods and climbing trees, et cetera. The night
of the event was a typical North Florida night, hot
and a clear sky. I do not remember what phase
the moon was in, but I do recall it being
a cloudless night. We had both gotten board with fishing
since we were not getting any bites, and so we
were just laying on the grass, looking up through the
trees and stargazing. At the time, I was in the
seventh grade. I believe Jim was a year ahead of me.
I remember looking around the starlit sky when I saw
a solid, bright light streaking across and down the night sky.
I called it out to Jim and we both jumped up,
thinking it was probably a shooting star. We were both
cured of that thought when the light, which was a
solid color and hang me if I can recall, it,
stopped its fall and then went into an orbit around
the sky. It was circling the area around the pond
and the trailer part. It was still pretty high up,
and neither Jim or I heard any sound as we
watched it. Circle. Jim grabbed my arm and said look
and pointed up at the sky. Sure enough, he pointed
out another solid bright light that was descending in what
a fighter pilot would call an intercept course. Neither of
the two lights were blinking, and we did not see
anything other than the two solid bright light. The first
light continued its orbit and the second light came up
behind it. Again. They were both still up high and
all we could really see were two solid bright lights.
There was no sound either, not the sound of a
jet or propeller or driven engines. We both continued to
watch the two lights, and the second one was closing
up fast behind the first one. What happened next was
the clincher, though. The second light came up behind the
first light, and we both saw a white beam like
a searchlight beam come from the second light and hit
the first light, whereupon the first light winked out. I
mean it just vanished. No noise, no explosion, and again
not any sound of any Earth style aircraft. After the
first light winked out and vanished, the second light did
several more orbits around the area, then accelerated up into
the sky and was gone. Needless to say, Jem and
I beat a hasty retreat to our respective homes. The
trailer park we lived in was pretty peaceful. It was
surrounded by woods and palmetto patches, and Jim and I
used to chase each other through the woods, playing war
and generally rough housing. After the incident, though, there were
times when I would be outside in the yard, whether
day or night, and I would get an uneasy feeling,
and the hairs on my neck and arms would raise.
Something there surely made me feel uneasy. On my word,
the events I have just related to you are true.
I have added as much detail as I recall. Again,
I ask for forbearance because it has been a very
long time since this happened. I have not elaborated, but
giving you the facts as I recall them. Thank you
for reading this narrative of something mysterious I witnessed long
ago as a young boy, and that got me interested
in UFOs and Bigfoot, or the skunk ape as he
is known in Florida. Respectfully, Chris, my name is Matt,
and this is not my story. I've never seen a
size squatch, and I have mixed emotions about whether or
not I would ever want to this particular story comes
from my uncle Luke, who has been dead for twenty years.
He was my favorite uncle. He was a no nonsense
kind of a guy who didn't believe in anything supernatural
or creepy. He'd even get irritated when one of us
kids would mention something like that, telling us, if you
haven't seen it with your own eyes, it does not exist.
When I was a teenager, one day he told me
he wasn't feeling well and wanted to tell me something.
And I thought, oh, no, here comes the birds and
the bees talk. But I never dreamt he was going
to tell me something that would blow my mind and
actually scare the crap out of me. Uncle Luke was
some kind of an engineer for the Navy. He traveled
quite a bit for his job, and the story he
told me about one of those trips one he said
he would never forget. He was the kind of guy
who never used road maps. He had a natural instinct
for directions, so he rarely got lost. But once, while
traveling through Georgia in a driving rain, he made a
wrong turn on a clay road. The wet clay was
as slick as ice, and he was struggling to keep
from sliding into the ditches. Worst yet, the rain was
coming down so hard he could barely see past the
hood of his truck. He was looking for a place
to turn around, but the road was so narrow there
was nowhere to do, so he had no choice but
to keep going forward. He drove another half a mile
until he came across a tree lying across the road.
There was no way around it. He sat there and
weighed his options. Could he get the chain from the
back of his truck and try to pull the tree
out of the way. He doubted he'd be able to
get any traction the slick of wet clay. He also
considered backing all the way down the road, but he
could barely see moving forward. Moving backwards with only tail
lights would be even worse. There was always the option
of putting on his flashers and taking a nap, but
that would be giving up. He opted for the chain.
He turned on his flashers and got out of the truck,
slipping his keys into his pocket as he did so.
He then pulled the chain from the bed of the truck.
He was about ten feet from the tree, and he
wanted plenty of swing room. First, He hooked the chain
to his truck and then walked over and wrapped the
other end around the trunk of the tree. As he
rose up, the headlights went dim. He looked up to
see what had happened, and he felt his heart nearly
seize in his chest. Standing in front of the truck.
Between him and the truck was a creature that was
every inch of a feet, with wide shoulders and reddish brown,
wet fur. It just stood there with the lights at
its back and in my uncle's face. He couldn't make
out its face, but he felt like it was staring
at him. It grunted a couple of times, but it
never moved. All my uncle knew was that it was
between him and the truck. He didn't know what to do,
but he couldn't keep standing there in the pouring rain,
having a staring contest with something he didn't even believe in. Finally,
he put his head down and slowly walked past the
creature back to the truck. As he got in, he
reached in his pocket for his keys, but they weren't there.
He grabbed the ignition, but they weren't there either. He
looked out through the windshield to where the creature had
now turned and was looking back at him. Beyond the creature,
glistening in the rain and reflecting from the beam of
the headlights, lying in the mud by the tree were
his keys. Art sank. Fear wasn't a familiar feeling for
this man. It wasn't his nature to be afraid, but
at this moment he was terrified. With a deep breath,
he opened the door and slid back out the truck,
never taking his eyes off the creature, who was likewise
not taking its eyes off of him. He walked past it,
picked up the keys, and turned back around. He immediately
realized the creature had moved over in front of the
truck door. It let out a couple of huffs, and
my uncle thought for sure that he was on the
dinner menu. He had no other options, so he mustered
up his courage once more and walked as calmly as
he could around the creature and got back into the truck,
locking the doors. He looked up as he started the
engine and was momentarily relieved to see the creature wasn't there,
But a movement from his direct left told him that
it had moved next to the door. He ignored it
and tried to back up. The tires only spun in
the wet clay. His heart sank once again. He rested
his forehead on the steering wheel, utterly defeated. Now then
he heard a noise, and he looked up. The creature
had unhooked the chain and was now moving the tree
out of the road. My uncle thought, can this get
any stranger? He pushed the gas pedal and managed to
get enough traction to move forward. He slowly drove past
the creature. He rolled his window down and said thank you.
The creature grunted. He drove away with the chain still
attached to the bumper. He never told another living soul
what happened to him that night until he told me.
He also never drove again at night. He passed away
a few weeks after that, so I never got a
chance to ask him where he was exactly. I guess
the moral of the story is, no matter how much
you think you know, it might not be enough. Thank
you for letting me tell my uncle's story.