Speaker 1: I found a job working the afternoon shift, and I
Speaker 1: started listening to Bigfoot podcast when I went to bed.
Speaker 1: The house I shared with my family had farmland five
Speaker 1: minutes down the road. There was also a large parcel
Speaker 1: of wilderness land that had not been developed because of
Speaker 1: the swampy areas. That area has many ponds with Canada
Speaker 1: geese and it is connected to the surrounding subdivisions by
Speaker 1: nature trails. One night, after work, I was listening to
Speaker 1: the Bigfoot Outlaws. This podcast features bigfoot calls and interesting lee.
Speaker 1: They come with a warning not to play them out
Speaker 1: loud and accidentally summon a bigfoot. My dog and I
Speaker 1: went to bed and I listened to the podcast with
Speaker 1: my YouTube on AutoPlay. I woke up at one am
Speaker 1: with the Bigfoot Call podcast still playing, and I cursed
Speaker 1: at myself. I turned off my phone and I went
Speaker 1: back to sleep. At three am, awoke again to the
Speaker 1: loud sound of rock clacking. I cursed at myself again
Speaker 1: and I reached to turn my phone off, thinking what
Speaker 1: a moron I was. I tried to turn the phone
Speaker 1: off and I realized it wasn't even on it at all.
Speaker 1: A loud rock clacking was coming from the backyard through
Speaker 1: my window. Now I didn't look. My dog and I
Speaker 1: stared wide eyed at each other, terrified, and we didn't
Speaker 1: move for an hour. It all finally stopped and we
Speaker 1: went to sleep. But I was left wondering who could
Speaker 1: clack rocks together at three am out in my backyard.
Speaker 1: I think Bigfoot may go around the neighborhood at night,
Speaker 1: searching through the garbage for food. I grew up on
Speaker 1: a small farm in southern Johnson County, thirty miles south
Speaker 1: of Indianapolis. Until the nineteen seventies, the area was nothing
Speaker 1: but farms and sparsely populated spots of homes. Nowadays, it
Speaker 1: seems there's a house on every hill that includes the
Speaker 1: family farm I grew up on. The sixty acres at
Speaker 1: once encompass now has five homes dividing up the land.
Speaker 1: I guess that's the price of progress. The first strange
Speaker 1: experience there took place in nineteen sixty. My grandfather came
Speaker 1: over and he and my dad went to the back
Speaker 1: pasture to try to figure out what had killed one
Speaker 1: of our calves. Of course, being a curious six year
Speaker 1: old boy, I tagged along. I remember that poor calf
Speaker 1: was pretty gruesome looking. My father and my grandfather both
Speaker 1: thought it was killed by a big cat. I remember
Speaker 1: my brother coming to the house and telling Dad that
Speaker 1: something was in the woods out beyond our pond. He
Speaker 1: never said what he thought it was, only that he
Speaker 1: must have startled it and it ran off through the thicket.
Speaker 1: In the fall of that year, we were having a
Speaker 1: family gathering at the pond when something came up to
Speaker 1: the dam and it screamed. Our dogs stood on the
Speaker 1: bank and they were going nuts barking, but they weren't
Speaker 1: brave enough to go and chase whatever this thing was.
Speaker 1: Dad and a couple of my uncles went to the
Speaker 1: house and came back with guns, and by the time
Speaker 1: they made their way to the dam, whatever it was
Speaker 1: had left. But through all this that never stopped me
Speaker 1: from wandering through our fields and woods. I was thirteen
Speaker 1: years old when the Patterson Gimlin film came to light.
Speaker 1: I remember reading about it in Argasy magazine, and I
Speaker 1: found the subject of Bigfoot fascinating and terrifying. I don't
Speaker 1: think I slept without the drapes closed in my bedroom
Speaker 1: window until I was in my twenties. In the early
Speaker 1: nineteen seventies, I had graduated from high school and I
Speaker 1: took a job work looking nights at a factory in Greenwood.
Speaker 1: I got off work and was usually home by two
Speaker 1: in the morning. My parents had taken a vacation and
Speaker 1: I was at home alone. I'd just gotten home from work,
Speaker 1: took a shower, and had fallen asleep in bed when
Speaker 1: something outside let loose with a god awful growl. Whatever
Speaker 1: or whoever it was continued this growl and chatter for
Speaker 1: a good while. I rolled over and dropped to the
Speaker 1: side of my bed, and I low crawled through the
Speaker 1: house and I retrieved one of our shotguns from the
Speaker 1: hall closet, and I sat there the rest of the night, awake,
Speaker 1: alert and scared. Whatever it was it stopped and eventually
Speaker 1: wandered off. My brother usually got home about four in
Speaker 1: the morning, and when I saw that he was up,
Speaker 1: I asked him if he had heard anything or seen
Speaker 1: anything when he got home, but he said that they hadn't,
Speaker 1: and we just left it at that. Next summer, my
Speaker 1: dad woke me up at one in the morning and
Speaker 1: handed me a shotgun. Our dogs were throwing a fit.
Speaker 1: My dad was a World War II veteran, and he
Speaker 1: did not spook easy. We went outside and he told
Speaker 1: me to wait by the garage. Some of the dogs
Speaker 1: were barking, and some were whimpering, and some were just
Speaker 1: flat out crying. Dad went out as far as the
Speaker 1: old corn crib twenty five yards away, and then came
Speaker 1: back not long after that, and he was unnerved. We
Speaker 1: best get in the house, son, he said. The next morning,
Speaker 1: he and I both called in and didn't go to work.
Speaker 1: We found two of our dogs cowering in the barn.
Speaker 1: The third one we found back by the lake, beating
Speaker 1: up and in shock. Though he did recover. One of
Speaker 1: the neighbors had two big german shepherds. He found one
Speaker 1: of them in the same shape. The other one he
Speaker 1: never saw again. Said what fear drove him back to
Speaker 1: the house that night, but he did utter the word
Speaker 1: bigfoot in a joking matter the next day. I doubt
Speaker 1: this is very interesting, but I'm glad to get it
Speaker 1: off my chest. After fifty years. My parents and my brother,
Speaker 1: as well as the old farm are all gone now.
Speaker 1: I still drive by there now and then. Though the
Speaker 1: old place may be gone, I still have those memories.
Speaker 1: Oh man, this, what do you mean this wasn't interesting.
Speaker 1: It's very interesting, especially the part about your dad coming
Speaker 1: back and saying joking about it being a bigfoot, and
Speaker 1: you could tell he was unnerved. To me, that made
Speaker 1: the whole story perfect. It was just awesome. But I
Speaker 1: bet you do have memories, and I really appreciate you
Speaker 1: sending this story. Thanks a lot. The ghost stories I'm
Speaker 1: about to tell come from the Commonwealth of Kentucky. I
Speaker 1: moved to Morehead in August of nineteen ninety five. My
Speaker 1: little sister had been attending Moorhead State University for two
Speaker 1: semesters and had been pastoring our mom the entire time
Speaker 1: to pay for her an apartment. Mom finally told her
Speaker 1: that if I agreed to move there and go to college,
Speaker 1: she would get us an apartment. At that time, there
Speaker 1: were limited opportunities back in Pike County, and Mom wanted
Speaker 1: me to move away to perhaps have a better life.
Speaker 1: Confident in the outcome, my sister had already located a
Speaker 1: place to live and had made arrangements to get it
Speaker 1: when the ladies who occupied it moved out. The apartment
Speaker 1: was located on Christy Creek Road and it faced the
Speaker 1: Blue Zoo Trailer Park. We had been living in the
Speaker 1: apartment for very long when I noticed that my sister
Speaker 1: was sleeping on the couch. She had the bigger bedroom
Speaker 1: because she had more stuff. She told me that she
Speaker 1: didn't feel comfortable being in the apartment alone. Well, I
Speaker 1: thought that was odd. All the neighbors were her buddies
Speaker 1: and swarty sisters or guys from friendly fraternities. Trying to
Speaker 1: be a big brother, I bought a chain lock and
Speaker 1: put it on the door, hoping that extra thing would
Speaker 1: ease her mind. But even with the new lock, she
Speaker 1: started staying over at her boyfriend's house. I decided that
Speaker 1: her own ease had to be an excuse for sleeping
Speaker 1: over at his place, but it wasn't any of my business.
Speaker 1: The first time I experienced something odd was on a
Speaker 1: Friday night. I was alone and my sister was away.
Speaker 1: The door was locked and the new chain was in place,
Speaker 1: and I had no sooner turned off my bedroom light
Speaker 1: to go to sleep when the front door slam. I
Speaker 1: don't mean it closed hard, I mean it was a
Speaker 1: grown man, two handed swing the door slam. I jumped
Speaker 1: up and ran to the confront. Whatever was going on.
Speaker 1: The front door was closed and the chain was in place.
Speaker 1: I proceeded to clear the apartment, checking all the rooms,
Speaker 1: in closets in any corner someone might hide, but no
Speaker 1: one was there. I went back to my room, climbed
Speaker 1: into bed. I turned the lights off. Slam. It happened again,
Speaker 1: and I ran back out and everything was just like before.
Speaker 1: I checked everything again and went back to bed. I
Speaker 1: kept the lamp on, but I had no further strangeness
Speaker 1: that night. In the nineteen eighties, I had developed a
Speaker 1: weight problem that happened to coincide with my acquisition of
Speaker 1: an Nintendo. In nineteen ninety two, I started lifting weights
Speaker 1: and riding a stationary bike like it was my religion.
Speaker 1: Now I managed to lose seventy pounds in the Moorhead apartment.
Speaker 1: If I wanted to ride my bike and watch TV,
Speaker 1: I would have to sit with my back to the hallway.
Speaker 1: I couldn't do it. I had to sit so my
Speaker 1: back wasn't exposed to the hall or else. It felt
Speaker 1: like somebody was staring a hole through my back. A
Speaker 1: few years later, my little sister had dropped out of school,
Speaker 1: met another guy, and she had moved out. I was
Speaker 1: still at that apartment, living alone. I was coming home
Speaker 1: from the gym and I saw all of our neighbors
Speaker 1: had gathered at the apartment number twenty seven, two apartments
Speaker 1: over from mine, to watch the UK Wildcats play in
Speaker 1: the tournament. Someone invited me in as I was passing,
Speaker 1: and I sat down on the couch for a bit.
Speaker 1: While I was watching the game, the others were talking
Speaker 1: about the ghost. My ears perked up and I asked
Speaker 1: what they were talking about. Someone told me to listen
Speaker 1: toward the steps. Well I did, and sure enough, it
Speaker 1: sounded like someone was walking up and down the stairs.
Speaker 1: Then they told me to look up to the steps
Speaker 1: to the second floor, but to use my peripheral vision.
Speaker 1: Sure enough, there was a dart shape moving back and
Speaker 1: forth between the rooms up there. If you look directly,
Speaker 1: you couldn't see it, but if you look peripherally, there
Speaker 1: it was. I was floored and couldn't believe it, but
Speaker 1: it did explain so much. The upstairs of number twenty
Speaker 1: seven extends over to number twenty eight. The nursing students
Speaker 1: told me that on weekends, when the guys in number
Speaker 1: twenty seven were out of town, they could still hear
Speaker 1: people walking around upstairs, and sometimes the TV or the
Speaker 1: radio would come on in the empty apartment. When my
Speaker 1: little sister made her exodus, she left most of her
Speaker 1: stuff in Moorhead. I had eventually decided that she wasn't
Speaker 1: coming to get her crap, so I moved all my
Speaker 1: stuff into the big bedroom and all her stuff into
Speaker 1: the little one. The big bedroom had to walk in
Speaker 1: closet that connected to the bathroom. It was really strange.
Speaker 1: I didn't like the room either. I had to sleep
Speaker 1: with both doors closed and locked. One night, I was
Speaker 1: in the room in the dark and both doors locked.
Speaker 1: When something sat on the bed right beside me. That
Speaker 1: was not cool. I turned on the light and ended
Speaker 1: up sleeping with the lamp on. Oddly enough, I too
Speaker 1: ended up sleeping on the couch. Imagine that. In the
Speaker 1: year two thousand, I was working at a local movie theater.
Speaker 1: My buddy worked there too, and she was into the
Speaker 1: coult She and her husband came over several times and
Speaker 1: they hung out watching movies with me. Every time she
Speaker 1: was over, she was very withdrawn and would sit with
Speaker 1: her knees pulled up to her chin, and that wasn't
Speaker 1: like her at all. One night, I was asleep on
Speaker 1: the couch and had a dream that a dark shape
Speaker 1: with no face was strangling me. I fought myself awake
Speaker 1: and made sure that my blanket or shirt hadn't been
Speaker 1: strangling me. But everything was as it should be. I
Speaker 1: told my buddy it worked the next day, and she said,
Speaker 1: your ghost just tried to kill you. What could I say?
Speaker 1: I knew it was real, and I actually believed her.
Speaker 1: In two thousand and one, I moved to a new
Speaker 1: place with my girlfriend who's now my wife. I told
Speaker 1: my buddy that I was moving and why she was
Speaker 1: happy for me. I was kind of shocked. I told
Speaker 1: her that it was a great apartment and she said, yeah,
Speaker 1: but your bathroom is a pit of hell. She explained
Speaker 1: that something really dark was there and in the bathroom
Speaker 1: walking area. Again, how could I argue with that? I
Speaker 1: had experienced what I had experienced. I was working at
Speaker 1: the movie theater in two thousand. I never experienced anything there,
Speaker 1: but my buddy did, so did my future wife. On
Speaker 1: Thursday nights, the new movie would be put together in previewed.
Speaker 1: If you were one of the cool kids, you got
Speaker 1: to watch the preview. My buddy said that sometimes there
Speaker 1: would be more people in the room watching the movie
Speaker 1: than there were supposed to be. She said that sometimes
Speaker 1: there would be an extra person down near the front,
Speaker 1: near the corner, watching the movie, and they were always
Speaker 1: gone by the time the movie was over. Her mother
Speaker 1: told me a story about another theater that had been
Speaker 1: across from the police department. It was called the Trail
Speaker 1: Theater and it had been closed for a few years.
Speaker 1: She said that one night, while she was cleaning, she
Speaker 1: was all alone in the building and mopping the lobby,
Speaker 1: and that she heard a voice from the stairs to
Speaker 1: the balcony. It called her name and it said come here,
Speaker 1: she said. She laughed and wagged her finger at it,
Speaker 1: saying I will not be doing that. She left her
Speaker 1: mop and buckets sitting there and never went there at
Speaker 1: night without her revolver. In the University theater, my wife
Speaker 1: said that one night she saw a ghost in action.
Speaker 1: There was a fellow working there, and all the ladies
Speaker 1: could not stand him. He was a know it all
Speaker 1: and he was very disrespectful. One busy night, my wife
Speaker 1: was working concessions. She was handling the register and the popcorn.
Speaker 1: The guy was working the door, and since it was
Speaker 1: so busy, he was helping her filling drink orders. She
Speaker 1: said that she watched several large sodas fly off the
Speaker 1: drink machine and pour all over him. She thought it
Speaker 1: was awesome. She normally came home mad after having to
Speaker 1: work with him, but that night she was happy. In
Speaker 1: two thousand and four, I joined the local police department.
Speaker 1: I just completed my twenty first year on the forest,
Speaker 1: and during that time I've had some experiences. The old
Speaker 1: police department building was formerly a United States Post office.
Speaker 1: Late at night, something would move about the place. The
Speaker 1: dispatchers could be in the building by themselves in here,
Speaker 1: filing cabinet drawers opening in the squad room. I first
Speaker 1: became aware of it one night when a dispatcher told
Speaker 1: me about the ghost and asked me to listen for it.
Speaker 1: It sounded like someone was walking down the hall jangling keys.
Speaker 1: Then in the sergeant's office, it sounded like someone was
Speaker 1: using a whole punch. She and I started exchanging ghost stories,
Speaker 1: and it turns out she was one of the girls
Speaker 1: who had lived in my old apartment, number twenty nine,
Speaker 1: right before my sister and I moved in, and she'd
Speaker 1: had her share of freaky occurrences as well. One night,
Speaker 1: the police department. Ghost was being extra loud, so I
Speaker 1: yelled at it and I said, be quiet, George. Immediately after,
Speaker 1: there was a crash in the sergeant's office. The dispatcher
Speaker 1: and I ran down the hall and we saw that
Speaker 1: a big fan had been pushed over. From then on,
Speaker 1: the ghost name was George, and people still refer to
Speaker 1: him by that name. In twenty nineteen, the downstairs flooded
Speaker 1: and everything was moved to the second floor. George didn't
Speaker 1: like that, and he began to act out. He had
Speaker 1: done things in the past. It had scared the dispatchers,
Speaker 1: but he was apt to do it more often. You
Speaker 1: could see the papers fluttering when there was no breeze.
Speaker 1: And one night a deputy was bringing the dispatcher her
Speaker 1: lunch and he walked through a cold spot. He said
Speaker 1: he looked to his left and saw a dark shape
Speaker 1: in the kitchen, and when he investigated, there was no
Speaker 1: one there. And then in twenty twenty two we moved
Speaker 1: to our new building, and thankfully George did not move
Speaker 1: with us. On June sixteen, twenty twenty five, I had
Speaker 1: my first bigfoot experience. I stepped out of my house
Speaker 1: carrying my cat and a pet carrier when she let
Speaker 1: out an unhappy yell from her crate. At the same time,
Speaker 1: one of the semi feral outside cats broke cover and
Speaker 1: darted down the street away from the woods. The Daniel
Speaker 1: Boue National Forest has just passed my house, and right
Speaker 1: after the cats made their commotion, the wood knocking began.
Speaker 1: I couldn't believe it. I've lived in this house for
Speaker 1: nearly eight years and I've never heard anything like this before.
Speaker 1: Right after the first knocking started, a second set started
Speaker 1: up further into the woods. You know the scene in
Speaker 1: Jaws too, when the chief is banging on the electrical
Speaker 1: line with the boat oor. That's exactly what it sounded like.
Speaker 1: I was so mad at myself for not recording it.
Speaker 1: There's a dead tree right behind the house. That is
Speaker 1: all the bark stripped off, all except a couple of
Speaker 1: feet at the top. There had been one in front
Speaker 1: of the house on a game trail, too, and the
Speaker 1: bark was stripped off up to about fifteen feet off
Speaker 1: the ground. I had always thought those trees were odd
Speaker 1: deer that high, I don't think so. On a few
Speaker 1: occasions I had been huffed at from the dark. I
Speaker 1: thought it was a buck I had sometimes seen on
Speaker 1: the property on at least two occasions. I was growled
Speaker 1: at one occasion, I was walking toward the house from
Speaker 1: my car when something growled at me, low and guttural.
Speaker 1: It scared me. As I've said, I'm a police officer,
Speaker 1: I'm no sissy. I worked nearly eighteen years on the
Speaker 1: midnight shift. Can't be a sissy and be a successful
Speaker 1: police officer. Well, I thought you'd get a kick out
Speaker 1: of hearing these tales. Feel free to use them however
Speaker 1: you wish. Thanks for all you do. Well, Thank you, sir,
Speaker 1: for that was a long email. Thank you for spending
Speaker 1: so much time and remembering all those things in your life.
Speaker 1: Ghost stories and the Bigfoot story. I thought they were great.
Speaker 1: Thank you much. I hope everything's going good for you
Speaker 1: in Kentucky. I appreciate the email. Thanks. Here's a story
Speaker 1: about something other than Bigfoot. Thank goodness. I love Bigfoot stories,
Speaker 1: but I like doing different stuff just to break up
Speaker 1: the routine. This is short little story about a thunderbird.
Speaker 1: In nineteen thirty two, my mother was almost a year old.
Speaker 1: It was a sunny spring day and my grandmother wanted
Speaker 1: to put her baby daughter out to get some sunshine.
Speaker 1: She selected her favorite baby blanket and later on it
Speaker 1: on the grass near the kitchen window, where she could
Speaker 1: be washing the dishes. The house faced a mode feel
Speaker 1: that stretched out about five acres from the kitchen to
Speaker 1: the state Road twenty eight in Short Gap, West Virginia.
Speaker 1: Fifty feet up the hill from the main house was
Speaker 1: a smokehouse. My great grandfather, my mom's grandfather, was there
Speaker 1: chopping blocks of wood with a hatchet when he noticed
Speaker 1: a large shadow fly across the sun. It was a
Speaker 1: huge bird with a cold black plumage, dropping from the
Speaker 1: sky and flying directly toward my mother, who was lying
Speaker 1: on her baby blanket. My great grandfather knew he could
Speaker 1: never run fast enough to grab up the baby, so
Speaker 1: he aimed his hatchet and he threw it at the bird,
Speaker 1: and he killed it. When my grandfather came home, they
Speaker 1: stretched the huge dead bird across the wall of the smokehouse.
Speaker 1: It was sixteen feet four inches from wingtip to wingtip.
Speaker 1: Many neighbors stopped by to see the thunderbird, though nobody
Speaker 1: knew what it was. At the time, no one had
Speaker 1: seen anything quite like this. A picture of the bird
Speaker 1: was taken, but now ninety years later, it has been misplaced.
Speaker 1: I saw it when I was a boy. My mother
Speaker 1: is ninety one now, and it will always be a
Speaker 1: great family story. Oh my gosh, that is a great
Speaker 1: family story. Wish that picture had survived. If that picture
Speaker 1: sure had survived and someone had scanned it. You you
Speaker 1: had scanned it and put it on the internet, it
Speaker 1: would be all over the internet. You may have could
Speaker 1: even made some change with that picture. Anyway, I thought
Speaker 1: this was a great story. I really appreciate the writer
Speaker 1: sending in. I love these different stories. We do get
Speaker 1: mostly Bigfoot stories because that's how I started the channel
Speaker 1: several years ago, and we just did Bigfoot for a
Speaker 1: couple of three years, and so everybody kind of thought
Speaker 1: we were just doing Bigfoot. But I got a little
Speaker 1: burnout on Bigfoot. I still get burnt out on Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: But some of the stories, the stories are great. It's
Speaker 1: just a great change up to do something different. Like
Speaker 1: this thunderbird story. What a crazy story. Killed it with
Speaker 1: a hatchet? What that's awesome. It dude, was like Daniel
Speaker 1: Boone or something. Very good story. I really appreciate it.
Speaker 1: Thank you to the writer.