Speaker 1: Back in the late nineteen nineties, I was commuting to
Speaker 1: work from Yakima to Kennewick in Washington State. One morning,
Speaker 1: on my drive, I spotted a road killed by Sunnyside,
Speaker 1: and it was big. It was covered in brown and
Speaker 1: orange hair, and as I drove by, what struck me
Speaker 1: there was a hand sticking out of the mound of
Speaker 1: the hair. It looked like a human hand, and I
Speaker 1: didn't see a face. I thought it was an orangutang
Speaker 1: by the color of the hair, and I told the
Speaker 1: folks at work, which was met with some disbelief. It
Speaker 1: wasn't until recently that I learned that some bigfoot can
Speaker 1: have orange brown hair, especially when growing up. I'm sorry
Speaker 1: I didn't stop, but the city of Sunnyside, Washington or
Speaker 1: the Washington State Patrol had the body picked up. The
Speaker 1: whole life I've grown up in the hills and hollows
Speaker 1: of Mississippi, Hunting and fishing and other outdoor activities were
Speaker 1: just a way of life. Thanksgiving Day of twenty twenty
Speaker 1: will stay in my memory until the day I die.
Speaker 1: I woke up that morning and I headed out to
Speaker 1: the woods just before dawn. I had a portable hunting
Speaker 1: blind that I had gotten for Christmas the previous year,
Speaker 1: and set on top of a small hill looking down
Speaker 1: over a clearing into an old roadbed. I was sitting
Speaker 1: there listening to some music in my earbuds when I
Speaker 1: thought I heard a branch snap, and in my head
Speaker 1: it was most likely a deer, since we don't have
Speaker 1: many large animals in this area. I paused my music
Speaker 1: and I waited and listened. It sounded like it was
Speaker 1: coming from behind me, but I couldn't see anything because
Speaker 1: the back window of my deer blind was put up still,
Speaker 1: and all I could do was hope it walked past
Speaker 1: me and i'd get a good shot. I noticed the
Speaker 1: noise this thing was making wasn't normal, and it sounded
Speaker 1: almost like someone took a big rock and was hitting
Speaker 1: a tree. And after every time at knock there would
Speaker 1: be an airy whistle. And this went on for thirty
Speaker 1: minutes until I heard it walk away. By this time,
Speaker 1: it was so cold, I couldn't feel my gun in
Speaker 1: my hands, and I couldn't take this anymore. I slowly
Speaker 1: peeked out from behind the blind wall and the coast
Speaker 1: was clear, so I packed up my stand and I
Speaker 1: shouldered my rifle and I tailed it out of there.
Speaker 1: I told my parents what happened. They didn't believe me.
Speaker 1: A year later, my mother came home after riding through
Speaker 1: that same area, and she told me, I think I
Speaker 1: might be starting to believe you on that bigfoot thing.
Speaker 1: She explained that she had seen something tall and dark
Speaker 1: walking into the woods, and when she passed that spot,
Speaker 1: it was gone. Sometime seeing is believing. I hope you
Speaker 1: enjoyed my story, and I hope y'all have a great summer.
Speaker 1: I love listening to your podcast, and I'm especially fond
Speaker 1: of the Steve Lilly journal entries. They're a great way
Speaker 1: to pass the time at work. This happened in nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy four in an area of the fort that, for
Speaker 1: many miles was open range for local ranchers who could
Speaker 1: let their cattle run free. Unfortunately, it was also an
Speaker 1: area where people would abandon their unwanted dogs. The dogs
Speaker 1: had gone ferrell and had packed up in several large groups,
Speaker 1: which then attacked the herd of animals of the ranchers,
Speaker 1: which really made the ranchers mad. So they had looked
Speaker 1: around until they found some military men who would hunt
Speaker 1: the dogs down and get rid of them. I was
Speaker 1: well acquainted with the leader of the group since he
Speaker 1: knew I was a very good shot, and he came
Speaker 1: to get me to join them. It took some talking
Speaker 1: on his part, but he did get me to go
Speaker 1: with them. We found that the best time to go
Speaker 1: after them was in the evening, just as the sun
Speaker 1: was starting to go down, and afterward. We had access
Speaker 1: to a deuce and a half that's a two and
Speaker 1: a half ton army transport truck. There were seven of us.
Speaker 1: There was one driver and six shooters, which worked out
Speaker 1: really well for us. We had a beef quarter hung
Speaker 1: up in a tree for bait, and the six men
Speaker 1: in the back loaded up and were ready to hunt.
Speaker 1: If you could call what we did hunting, it was
Speaker 1: more like an ambush than actually hunting. We could hear
Speaker 1: the dogs coming and the pack sounded to be very large,
Speaker 1: so we knew the ranchers would be paying a good
Speaker 1: bounty on this one. And when they got to about
Speaker 1: two hundred yards away, they went totally silent. At the
Speaker 1: same time, there was a high pitched, loud, long howl.
Speaker 1: I remember saying that if this is a dog, it
Speaker 1: has to be the size of a mack truck, and
Speaker 1: about that time a second howl came from the woods.
Speaker 1: The driver said something like, holy crap, everybody, hang on,
Speaker 1: and he started the truck and didn't wait for the
Speaker 1: engine to warm up before taking off, like he was
Speaker 1: in a big money race. Some of us were almost
Speaker 1: thrown out the back. We were all yelling, and it
Speaker 1: got very colorful, very quickly. I hadn't heard that much
Speaker 1: loud cussing since the last time I was in the
Speaker 1: military bar on pay Day night. The driver yelled back,
Speaker 1: but almost no one could hear what he said, and
Speaker 1: the two guys closest to the driver looked out toward
Speaker 1: the front left side of the truck. What startled us
Speaker 1: was that they opened fire as quickly as they could
Speaker 1: chamber around. They fired their weapons empty and reloaded and
Speaker 1: kept firing. Others of us moved over to that side
Speaker 1: of the truck to see what in the heck was
Speaker 1: going on. One of them pointed forward to the truck
Speaker 1: and into the woods and said that in a very
Speaker 1: loud and somewhat frightening voice, And with that I could
Speaker 1: just make out a very large, very dark black brown
Speaker 1: figure that was obviously not a bear. When it looked
Speaker 1: at me with those large glowing red eyes, I dropped
Speaker 1: to my knee and I opened fire, and I reloaded,
Speaker 1: and I fired some more rounds at it until I
Speaker 1: emptied the magazine again. We never slowed down until we
Speaker 1: got back to the main fort proper, and then we
Speaker 1: broke up and went our separate ways. Early the next morning,
Speaker 1: four of us ended up eating breakfast together at the
Speaker 1: mess hall, and while talking about what had happened the
Speaker 1: night before, it was decided that when we were done eating,
Speaker 1: we would go out and see what we could find.
Speaker 1: It didn't take us long to finish eating and get
Speaker 1: our weapons and move out. And the weapons we were
Speaker 1: carrying were not military weapons. They were all our private
Speaker 1: weapons that we went shooting with quite often in order
Speaker 1: to hone our shooting skills. We were all much better
Speaker 1: shots than most of the people we knew. I was
Speaker 1: carrying my fully loaded at Springfield Armory M one A,
Speaker 1: along with twenty extra twenty round magazines I carried in
Speaker 1: a ruck pack, making my load out four hundred and
Speaker 1: sixty rounds of seven sixty two NATO rounds. I was
Speaker 1: locked and loaded as soon as I got out of
Speaker 1: the car. I wanted to be ready if that big
Speaker 1: black critter came back. It was easy to find the
Speaker 1: place where we ran into it the night before, because
Speaker 1: all the spent rounds in the area. These in the
Speaker 1: tree where we had hung up the bait on a chain,
Speaker 1: and the bait was gone with no sign of it
Speaker 1: left behind. The limb was broken off right at the
Speaker 1: marks left by the chain and tossed to site. And
Speaker 1: we checked the area where we had heard the dog sparking,
Speaker 1: and we found four of them dead and badly mutilated.
Speaker 1: That's when we noticed the tracks. I was the only
Speaker 1: one of us who have ever seen anything like them,
Speaker 1: and only because of the books and magazines my mother
Speaker 1: would buy for me to read. Thanks to her, I
Speaker 1: was well read on cryptids and the supernatural, so I
Speaker 1: knew what this most likely was. I knew the Pacific
Speaker 1: Northwest was a hotspot for bigfoot and cryptids, and I
Speaker 1: was sure that we were hunting a bigfoot or a sosquatch.
Speaker 1: By the looks of the footprints, we were hunting at
Speaker 1: least four of them, and I decided to keep that
Speaker 1: little bit of information to myself. I was hoping that
Speaker 1: the other guys wouldn't freak out on me when I
Speaker 1: would need them to stand tall and keep their faces conglomerated.
Speaker 1: As it ended up, I didn't have to worry about
Speaker 1: it because we didn't run into them again as a
Speaker 1: group or alone. A few weeks later, I and the
Speaker 1: group went our separate ways. I didn't stop going to
Speaker 1: the forest in the evening, and I was no longer
Speaker 1: hunting the same things they were. This was just one
Speaker 1: of the interactions with bigfoot I had at Fort Lewis.
Speaker 1: This was not the only interaction I had was sasquatch
Speaker 1: during my time at Fort Lewis. Later in life, I
Speaker 1: would move back to the Pacific Northwest, and it wasn't
Speaker 1: long before I once again started having interactions with the creature.
Speaker 1: I will watch the reactions of those reading it here
Speaker 1: and then decide if I will send in another one
Speaker 1: or not. I really love hearing the stories you read.
Speaker 1: They helped me pass some long days and nights here
Speaker 1: at home, so I will keep listening and maybe writing
Speaker 1: a few more stories of my own to share. Thank
Speaker 1: you for all you do, and keep up the good work.
Speaker 1: It was a night of Halloween in the year two
Speaker 1: thousand and I had just graduated high school, a few
Speaker 1: friends and I were hanging out at the local truck
Speaker 1: stop having coffee. We were too old for your typical
Speaker 1: Halloween festivities, and there were no underage parties going on
Speaker 1: that we knew of, probably because so many of our
Speaker 1: friends had just left for college. We were sitting a
Speaker 1: around talking about what kind of excitement that we could
Speaker 1: have with what was left of the night, and my
Speaker 1: friend Amanda said that she had visited the Haunted Road
Speaker 1: to Okee Panocch and had some weird things happen, and
Speaker 1: if we really wanted a scare, we should all go there.
Speaker 1: There was no end to the stories about Oki Pinocch.
Speaker 1: People said it was a haunted and a Satanist killed
Speaker 1: people out there, and even that there were small hobbit
Speaker 1: like people that had been seen in the area. It
Speaker 1: all sounded absolutely ridiculous to me, but it seemed to
Speaker 1: shake the other's nerves, so I pushed for us to
Speaker 1: all go out there to see something for ourselves. Amanda
Speaker 1: and Lisa and I and Ryan and another guy piled
Speaker 1: into Amanda's little white Chevy Cavalier and headed to the
Speaker 1: Haunted Road. You can google ok Pinocch and see the
Speaker 1: road on Google Maps. It is a short dead end
Speaker 1: road by the miss miss Cisswana Reservoir. I probably didn't
Speaker 1: pronounce that right. There are no houses or anything on
Speaker 1: the road and it just dead ends at the turnaround
Speaker 1: in the woods. On the way out there, we were
Speaker 1: talking about being out in the country at night, and
Speaker 1: I argued that it was not scary at all, and
Speaker 1: as long as there was a little moonlight and starlight,
Speaker 1: it would be fine. We argued back and forth for
Speaker 1: a minute, and then I said that to prove my
Speaker 1: point that it wasn't a big deal, that I would
Speaker 1: walk out into the woods along the road and when
Speaker 1: we got to the turnaround they could pick me up.
Speaker 1: On the way out, it started to snow, and when
Speaker 1: we stopped the car in the woods, I headed off
Speaker 1: back up the road. A guy that I can't remember
Speaker 1: his name ran up and said that he wanted to
Speaker 1: go too, and it completely defeated the point that I
Speaker 1: was trying to prove. But I didn't really know him
Speaker 1: and I didn't want to be rude. As we walked out,
Speaker 1: we discussed how scared the others were, and I decided
Speaker 1: that we should try to scare them, and we thought
Speaker 1: about going into the woods and jumping out at them
Speaker 1: as they drove by, but the danger of them just
Speaker 1: speeding off and leaving us out there was too high
Speaker 1: for risk, and besides, the fresh snow would show us
Speaker 1: leaving the road and they would know something was up.
Speaker 1: We then started to discuss laying in the middle of
Speaker 1: the road like we were hurt or dead to scare them.
Speaker 1: But as we discussed this, the headlights of Amanda's car
Speaker 1: came around the corner. It was too late for anything
Speaker 1: like that, so we decided to just tell them that
Speaker 1: we had seen something in the woods. And as the
Speaker 1: car pulled up and opened the door, me and the
Speaker 1: other guy jumped in and started crying, did you see
Speaker 1: that it was in the woods? What was that? Much
Speaker 1: to our shock and surprise, they said, yeah, you saw
Speaker 1: it too. Ryan agreed and reminded the girls that they
Speaker 1: had been watching where our footprints went before they picked
Speaker 1: us up, and they were deep shaken, and I asked
Speaker 1: them what exactly they had seen, and they said that
Speaker 1: someone in a coat like mine was in the woods
Speaker 1: and it was watching them. I had on an old
Speaker 1: dress coat from goodwill, not so common thing to be
Speaker 1: wearing out in the woods. At that point, I told
Speaker 1: them that we didn't see anything, which led to a
Speaker 1: lot of confusion and another round of them thinking that
Speaker 1: it was us in the woods. But after reassuring them
Speaker 1: that it wasn't us, I convinced them to go back
Speaker 1: to the turnaround so I could see it. They were terrified,
Speaker 1: but I was insistent and mocked them, and I prodded
Speaker 1: them until Amanda turned around. When we reached the end
Speaker 1: of the road, they pointed out the spot and they
Speaker 1: huddled shaking in the car. All right, I said, I'll
Speaker 1: go check it out. They were gobs smacked and screamed
Speaker 1: at me to stay in the car, and I blew
Speaker 1: them off and I walked out into the woods. Tell
Speaker 1: me when I'm at the spot, you saw them, I said.
Speaker 1: I tromped into the woods, and at that point the
Speaker 1: windows were all down and Amanda, Lisa, and Ryan were
Speaker 1: directing me to the spot. It wasn't far from the
Speaker 1: road at all, maybe ten feet from the tree line,
Speaker 1: and at that distance there was no way they mistook
Speaker 1: what they saw. The other guy that had gone down
Speaker 1: the road with me then got out of the car
Speaker 1: and looked around with me. The moon was bright. There
Speaker 1: was fresh snow everywhere, but still on the floor of
Speaker 1: the woods, I couldn't make out much. We returned to
Speaker 1: the car and began to drive out, speculating on what
Speaker 1: they had seen. Amanda was driving, Lisa was in the
Speaker 1: front seat, and I was in the middle back with
Speaker 1: the two other guys. As we drove out, Ryan was
Speaker 1: telling us a story and I was looking at him.
Speaker 1: As he spoke, I saw in the field that we
Speaker 1: were now entering a large, dark shadow, and moved very
Speaker 1: fast along the woods and moved toward the car. Ryan,
Speaker 1: in mid sentence, noticed something had caught my eye behind him,
Speaker 1: and he slowly turned his head as he continued his story.
Speaker 1: As Ryan turned his head, I saw the shadow nearly
Speaker 1: reach the car and run into the ditch next to
Speaker 1: the car, and I raised myself in the seat and
Speaker 1: I tried to look into the ditch, and just then
Speaker 1: it jumped out of the ditch and came right next
Speaker 1: to the car. Just as Ryan's eyes reached the small
Speaker 1: triangle window in the rear back seat, a giant maw
Speaker 1: of white teeth barked out inches away from Ryan's head
Speaker 1: as the biggest black Great Dane ferociously barked at the car.
Speaker 1: Ryan screamed so loud and with such a girly shrill
Speaker 1: that I started laughing hysterically before he even stopped screaming.
Speaker 1: It was the funniest thing I think I have ever seen,
Speaker 1: and we laughed the rest of the night about it.
Speaker 1: For many years, I thought that that was the end
Speaker 1: of it, just a funny story about teens out scaring
Speaker 1: themselves in the woods on Halloween night. Years went by
Speaker 1: and I became a bit of an amateur local historian.
Speaker 1: I've read many books and looked at a lot of
Speaker 1: local maps, and the origin of Okee Panochi is a
Speaker 1: little vague, but from what I can tell by the
Speaker 1: old maps, one of the last Miami Indian chiefs here
Speaker 1: had a trading post in a cabin at the end
Speaker 1: of the road, and it was kept open for some
Speaker 1: historical purposes. There were a few Miami Indian villages in
Speaker 1: that area, and many of them were sites of massacres.
Speaker 1: When Mad Anthony Wayne marched his troops down the Wabash River,
Speaker 1: killing all the Miamis, betraying the peaceful tribe. General Wayne
Speaker 1: was in a war with other tribes and decided to
Speaker 1: wipe out the Miamis in the area because he didn't
Speaker 1: trust them, even though they never joined the other tribes
Speaker 1: in the attacks on the whites and had good relations
Speaker 1: with the local watfe Ees. So with all this history
Speaker 1: around the area, I approached a Miami Indian language expert
Speaker 1: at a conference in twenty sixteen that I attended. I
Speaker 1: told her the story and I wanted to get her
Speaker 1: take on what had happened. She said something that stuck
Speaker 1: with me to this day. Have you ever seen a
Speaker 1: pure black dog that big in your life to this
Speaker 1: day besides the one you saw that night? Well? No,
Speaker 1: I said. It was definitely the biggest pure black great
Speaker 1: name I've ever seen. And you're telling me you believe
Speaker 1: that this dog was out roaming the woods on her
Speaker 1: road with no houses for miles, in the middle of
Speaker 1: a snowing night. I hadn't really thought about that much before,
Speaker 1: but now that she laid it out like that, it
Speaker 1: didn't make sense. It was no dog you saw that night,
Speaker 1: she said. It gives me chills right now as I
Speaker 1: write this, I don't know what we saw that night.
Speaker 1: Was it an angry Indian spirit, a dog man, or
Speaker 1: just a really freaking big black dog. Like I said,
Speaker 1: We were in a Chevy Cavalier and this thing's head
Speaker 1: was at the top windows and it ran alongside the
Speaker 1: car doing thirty miles per hour. And as a side note,
Speaker 1: a young girl went missing out there back in the
Speaker 1: eighties and they found her murdered. And just recently someone
Speaker 1: else was murdered a few years ago back there at
Speaker 1: the turnaround, and the paper said it was a drug
Speaker 1: deal gone wrong. But regardless, it just adds to the
Speaker 1: creepiness out there. Hi, mister cam. The following is a
Speaker 1: bigfoot story my good friend Mac told me, and I
Speaker 1: recorded the story on a tape recorder Back in twenty twelve.
Speaker 1: A group of his friends and he used to go
Speaker 1: riding their dirt bikes along the railroad tracks in central Florida,
Speaker 1: out in the middle of nowhere. The year was nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy six and he was seventeen years old. On a
Speaker 1: Saturday after afternoon, they took off to the tracks with
Speaker 1: a tent and a small cooler. They set up the
Speaker 1: tent and they got some firewood and they went off
Speaker 1: in the nearby woods riding their dirt bikes and exploring.
Speaker 1: They came back to their camp and got a fire going,
Speaker 1: and they roasted some hot dogs on palmeadow sticks and
Speaker 1: ate chips, and drank a couple of six pikes of bush.
Speaker 1: They all got in the tent and they went to sleep.
Speaker 1: He said he woke in the middle of the night
Speaker 1: by the sound of rocks on the tracks. Someone was
Speaker 1: walking on the rocks, and it was loud. He said.
Speaker 1: He got up and out of the tent and walked
Speaker 1: down the short trail to the grassy lane that ran
Speaker 1: parallel to the tracks, and he stood there and he
Speaker 1: took a leak. He could begin to make out a
Speaker 1: shade coming up the tracks. He said. It was a
Speaker 1: swamp monster, and it was big. And he ran back
Speaker 1: to the tent and he got in and he zipped
Speaker 1: the door shut and got under a sleeping bag, and
Speaker 1: he laid there trying to be still and quiet. He said.
Speaker 1: All three of the others were fast asleep, but he
Speaker 1: could hear it coming. It stopped at the trail. He said,
Speaker 1: he could hear it snorting, and it was louder than
Speaker 1: a sweated quarter horse. He said. He eased up and
Speaker 1: looked out through the screen, and it was standing right there.
Speaker 1: He could see it through the oak trees. He said
Speaker 1: it was smelling his urine where he had peed. Then
Speaker 1: it turned and started walking on the rocks again, and
Speaker 1: he said he lay down and he could hear it
Speaker 1: walking on the rocks for a while, and he went
Speaker 1: to sleep in the early hours. The others didn't believe him.
Speaker 1: When they woke up, they said he was crazy. When
Speaker 1: they rode out that afternoon, he found where it had
Speaker 1: left the tracks and cut through a wash out of sand.
Speaker 1: By the lane. There was five big tracks, but one
Speaker 1: of the guys accidentally ran over two of them. He said.
Speaker 1: They got back on their motorcycles and they hauled as
Speaker 1: out of there. It's the third time this story has
Speaker 1: been told of that night in July nineteen seventy six,
Speaker 1: forty four years ago. And Cam do with it what
Speaker 1: you do. Mac would be honored if he knew his
Speaker 1: story made it to you. Cam Mac passed away eight
Speaker 1: days ago. Hi. My name is Alyssa and I'm from
Speaker 1: north central Mississippi. My family and I live in the
Speaker 1: hills of Carroll County. We live on property belonging to
Speaker 1: my husband's family and there are three generations of family
Speaker 1: living here. The land is mainly woods in pasture with
Speaker 1: cows and two ponds, except for the few homeplace sites.
Speaker 1: Several summers ago, we began seeing an odd looking creature
Speaker 1: roaming around our place. All of those who saw it
Speaker 1: described it in a similar way, like a mangy dog
Speaker 1: or a code, with a larger head and ear, standing
Speaker 1: straight up and often running on its high and its
Speaker 1: fur was a mix of dark brown and black, but
Speaker 1: it was very sparse, with skin showing in some places,
Speaker 1: and it came around, but it didn't show itself. Often
Speaker 1: it would swiftly run away if we caught a glimpse
Speaker 1: of it. Very few of us were able to see it,
Speaker 1: and even fewer quick enough to snap a photo. My
Speaker 1: daughter and I saw it a few times, especially around sundown.
Speaker 1: It would dart from the edge of the woods and
Speaker 1: back in as quickly as it could. The multiple times
Speaker 1: I saw it gave me the cold chills. Due to
Speaker 1: its thin frame and oddly shaped body and its thin hair.
Speaker 1: We often heard it yelping or squealing as it would
Speaker 1: run past us. In fact, one of the ways we
Speaker 1: were originally alerted to the creature was from hearing it first.
Speaker 1: He would stick close to the wooded areas on our
Speaker 1: property and would seem to want to catch a glimpse
Speaker 1: of us. And one day, my husband's aunt was out
Speaker 1: on one of her daily walks on our dusty dirt
Speaker 1: road when she spotted him. He actually lunged toward her,
Speaker 1: but she was able to get away. A family friend
Speaker 1: whose property is near ours even called a photo of
Speaker 1: the creature on his game camera. It has been years
Speaker 1: since we have seen the creature, but listening to her
Speaker 1: channel brought it to my memory. Many people around town
Speaker 1: whom we've told about the creature thought it sounded like
Speaker 1: a chupacabra, and comparing the photos that we do have
Speaker 1: and the images we found online of the chupacabra, they
Speaker 1: are very similar. I have a UFO encounter that happened
Speaker 1: to me when I was probably around the age of ten.
Speaker 1: I hope that I can put it into words, as
Speaker 1: I've never told this story to anyone except my husband,
Speaker 1: and that was just recently. So in your words, here
Speaker 1: we go, all right, here we go. It was in
Speaker 1: the summer of nineteen eighty eight in Arkansaw, and my
Speaker 1: mom and her husband, Wayne, and myself were heading home
Speaker 1: from being at one of Wayne's friend's house. It was late,
Speaker 1: probably one am, and I laid my head on Mom's shoulder,
Speaker 1: as I always did so I could close my eyes
Speaker 1: and nap on the way home. Mind you, we were
Speaker 1: only about thirty minutes from home, but it was late
Speaker 1: and I was tired. I had my eyes closed for
Speaker 1: about ten minutes, dozing in and out of sleep because
Speaker 1: the bumpy back roads Wayne would always take home. When
Speaker 1: I heard my mom say to Wayne, what in the
Speaker 1: world is that? I opened my eyes and I looked
Speaker 1: at my mom to see where she was looking, only
Speaker 1: to see that she was looking out the driver's side window.
Speaker 1: I turned and looked in the same direction and my
Speaker 1: mouth fell open. Wayne hadn't answered her. I don't think
Speaker 1: he knew what to say, as he started to slow
Speaker 1: the truck down to a stop. When I looked over
Speaker 1: at what my mom had spotted, I saw a huge
Speaker 1: cigar shaped object hovering in the the air. It was
Speaker 1: so close to us that I couldn't see the entire
Speaker 1: object's full length. It was hovering over a pasture just
Speaker 1: off the road, maybe one hundred yards, and there was
Speaker 1: a large oak tree that blocked some of the view
Speaker 1: of this object. It was so close that I could see.
Speaker 1: It had round windows along the side, and they looked
Speaker 1: as if they went all the way around the thing.
Speaker 1: The moon was bright that night, so I could tell
Speaker 1: it was gray or silver in color, and there was
Speaker 1: a slight humming sound, but it wasn't loud, kind of
Speaker 1: like a hum of a ceiling fan motor. As Wayne
Speaker 1: stopped the truck, my mom said, don't shut this truck off.
Speaker 1: We sat there for thirty or forty five seconds, and
Speaker 1: then Wayne did take off. The object stayed in place
Speaker 1: as we drove away, and Wayne and Mom both looking
Speaker 1: in the mirrors out the back window. I stayed facing forward.
Speaker 1: No one said anything the rest of the way home.
Speaker 1: We didn't know what to say to each other. Even
Speaker 1: though I was young, I didn't ask any questions or
Speaker 1: say a word. Once we got home, we still didn't
Speaker 1: talk about it. We all just went to bed. I
Speaker 1: wasn't scared, but I was in disbelief at what we
Speaker 1: had seen, and I still never told anyone after that.
Speaker 1: I'm now forty one years old. My husband and I
Speaker 1: were talking about UFOs recently, and I decided to ask
Speaker 1: my mom if she remembered that night. All she said
Speaker 1: was a quick yes, and that was it. We both
Speaker 1: just left it at that