Speaker 1: I had a gentleman send me an email, and he
Speaker 1: sent me a news clipping from a newspaper in East Texas.
Speaker 1: It's called the Polk County Enterprise. And I don't really
Speaker 1: know if me narrating these news articles is a copyright
Speaker 1: issue or not, but I'm gonna go ahead and do that,
Speaker 1: And if anyone from the Polk County Enterprise has anything
Speaker 1: to say about they can email me. And I have
Speaker 1: a problem with it, I'll take the video down. It's
Speaker 1: not a big deal, but this event was reported to
Speaker 1: happen in San Jacinto County. Here's the story. The story
Speaker 1: is written by Andrea Whitley, but the title of the
Speaker 1: story is Bigfoot Out and About in San Jacino. AMID
Speaker 1: COVID COVID nineteen has covered the front page of the
Speaker 1: newspapers across the country. It has, however, not stolen the
Speaker 1: thumb under of one of San Jacinto County's most popular residents, Bigfoot, Yes, Bigfoot. Recently,
Speaker 1: I was contacted by a good friend who also happens
Speaker 1: to be a detective nearby. Normally, our conversations start out
Speaker 1: with basic information and facts revolving around a crime or crash,
Speaker 1: but not this time. I picked up my cell phone
Speaker 1: to answer his call, which came at approximately two thirty am,
Speaker 1: and I answered, still halfway asleep, to hear my detective
Speaker 1: friend ask me what I was doing fishing? I was fishing,
Speaker 1: equipped back, with more sarcasm than I intended, What do
Speaker 1: you think I was doing? Is something wrong with you?
Speaker 1: Are you okay? Wait? Did something happen to my kids,
Speaker 1: my mother, sister, or husband or dog. I quickly did
Speaker 1: a brief checklist in my head to insure myself that
Speaker 1: all was right in my world. Moms at home, my
Speaker 1: sister is somewhere with her new boyfriend, and my children
Speaker 1: are sleep in my bed with me, which means my
Speaker 1: husband is somewhere in the house after being booted out
Speaker 1: of our bed by the children, who, although at eighteen
Speaker 1: and nineteen years of age, insist on piling up in
Speaker 1: my bed because it's more comfortable. I glanced down at
Speaker 1: the floor and there was my dog, and beside him
Speaker 1: was my husband, wrapped in my little pony blanket on
Speaker 1: the floor. Side note, I need to take a photo
Speaker 1: of him and the macho blanket he's covered with in
Speaker 1: case anyone should ever doubt his manliness. Okay, mental checklists done,
Speaker 1: and I caught my breath. No one had been hurt
Speaker 1: or died or required any type of medical attention. So
Speaker 1: what now, Why are you calling me this late? I asked.
Speaker 1: The story he related to me could best be described as, well,
Speaker 1: never mind, there's no description for something like this. Law
Speaker 1: enforcement officers have a special place in my heart, and
Speaker 1: I like the mind of an investigator. I like how
Speaker 1: they look at the facts. I've always looked to the
Speaker 1: police officers and the FBI agents and investigators when I
Speaker 1: had things I could not make sense of. Have a
Speaker 1: deep respect for them. Most of the time. My hero
Speaker 1: officer began to tell me a story that I was
Speaker 1: related to me by any other individual I would not
Speaker 1: have believed. I will spare you the mundane details and
Speaker 1: I'll get right to it. Apparently, two men that are
Speaker 1: both high in authority within law enforcement circles decided to
Speaker 1: take a drive down some country back roads. It was
Speaker 1: a quiet night, and the two men just wanted to
Speaker 1: enjoy a brief reprieve from the bad guys before beginning
Speaker 1: their reports. Andrea listened to me. You know me, right,
Speaker 1: he said, yes, I replied, you know I always tell
Speaker 1: you the truth. Right. Uh huh, I replied no to self.
Speaker 1: This is not going to be good. When a police
Speaker 1: officer sure begins a conversation with you like the one above,
Speaker 1: it is never good. The cliff Notes version of what
Speaker 1: happened is as follows. Decorated veteran officers looking for a
Speaker 1: peaceful ride in the country. Since there are no donut
Speaker 1: shops nearby, decorated veteran officers grab a cup of coffee
Speaker 1: and pile into one of the unmarked SUVs and they
Speaker 1: hit the road. Officers hang a left turn off the
Speaker 1: main road and take a drive down a dirt road nearby.
Speaker 1: And as they make their way down the dirt road,
Speaker 1: traveling deeper into the thicket, the driver can see the
Speaker 1: form of what appears to be something crossing the road,
Speaker 1: and it was something big. My thoughts immediately went to
Speaker 1: whoever was crossing the road. The officer who was driving said,
Speaker 1: you don't have the luxury of thinking that the form
Speaker 1: was anything good once you've been in this business long enough.
Speaker 1: Immediately my thoughts went to drugs or kidnapping, a robbery,
Speaker 1: or worse. There was no reason that anyone should be
Speaker 1: out on that road at that time of night. And
Speaker 1: alone at that With their radars and keen sense of
Speaker 1: danger now high on alert, the two men looked at
Speaker 1: each other and without saying a word, they both began
Speaker 1: filing every detail of what they saw, heard, and felt
Speaker 1: into a mental lock box. My partner and I have
Speaker 1: worked together for over ten years, one officer told the
Speaker 1: Sun was seen to news times. We know each other's
Speaker 1: actions and even expressions. That when I looked at my partner,
Speaker 1: I knew our evening was about to get crazy. And
Speaker 1: crazy is putting it mildly. As they approached the area,
Speaker 1: when they initially saw whoever or whatever it was crossing
Speaker 1: the road, the hares on the back of their necks
Speaker 1: stood up. I call it f b C or full
Speaker 1: body chills. The partner, who was in the passenger side said,
Speaker 1: it's a sixth sense that we all have. It is
Speaker 1: a strange feeling of being on the edge and calculating
Speaker 1: every step in every move. It is scary, and if
Speaker 1: any member of law enforcement tells you that they don't
Speaker 1: get scared, then they do not need to be in
Speaker 1: this line of work, because fear keeps you alive. It
Speaker 1: had been only approximately fifteen to twenty seconds prior when
Speaker 1: the men had witnessed what they described as a really
Speaker 1: tall man dart across the road into the woodline. As
Speaker 1: they got closer, there was no sign of anything or anyone.
Speaker 1: As both men began to take a collective deep breath
Speaker 1: of relief, their error was once again stolen when they
Speaker 1: stepped out of the suv. I feel like I should
Speaker 1: give you a rundown of my education and training before
Speaker 1: I tell you what happened next. I have seen a
Speaker 1: lot in my time in law enforcement, as has my partner,
Speaker 1: he said. We have always been able to connect the
Speaker 1: dots and timeline of a crime or case based on evidence,
Speaker 1: and that's what we rely on. But in this case,
Speaker 1: I don't even know where or how to begin. The
Speaker 1: investigator sat across from me in a conference room at
Speaker 1: the station, and until this moment, they both had been
Speaker 1: at ease, maybe a little apprehensive, but nothing out of
Speaker 1: the ordinary. It was when they reached this point in
Speaker 1: their tail that everything changed. Both officers began to show
Speaker 1: unmistakable signs of anxiety and unrest. One began tapping his
Speaker 1: leg up and down rapidly. His face turned that shade
Speaker 1: of red that a person only gets when he or
Speaker 1: she is facing a frightening or an embarrassing situation. The
Speaker 1: second officer, up until a moment ago, was very relaxed,
Speaker 1: began clicking his pen up and down, and eventually began
Speaker 1: to pace around the conference room. Just like police's officers
Speaker 1: are taught to read body language, journalists like myself were
Speaker 1: trained in the same manner. It becomes second nature to
Speaker 1: rely on a person's actions rather than their words, and
Speaker 1: what I was witnessing in front of me was textbook
Speaker 1: fear and anxiety. Up until this moment, I had been relaxed,
Speaker 1: but as the officers began to tell me the rest
Speaker 1: of this story, I too began to fall victim to
Speaker 1: pen clicking and leg shaking. The seasoned officers began to
Speaker 1: tell me how as they were getting back into the
Speaker 1: cab of their SUV, they both heard what can only
Speaker 1: be described as a primal scream. It gave me chills,
Speaker 1: and for me to get chills, that's saying something, one
Speaker 1: officer said. The two men explained that they began taking
Speaker 1: steps backward toward the pickup and heard the scream even louder.
Speaker 1: Being a career law enforcement officer, I knew no one
Speaker 1: was going to believe me. So I grabbed my phone
Speaker 1: and I hit record, and I was able to capture
Speaker 1: whatever the heck this thing was on audio as it screamed,
Speaker 1: he said. The officer allowed me to listen to whoever
Speaker 1: or whatever was making the sound. And as long as
Speaker 1: I have been in this business, there isn't a lot
Speaker 1: I haven't heard that I could not pinpoint the source. Well,
Speaker 1: make that journalist zero something scarier than fiction one. As
Speaker 1: we continued talking and trying to find a rational explanation
Speaker 1: of what could make that kind of sound, the officers
Speaker 1: continued their story. We had made it back to the vehicle,
Speaker 1: and by this time we had one goal, get the
Speaker 1: heck out of there. We both climbed into our seats
Speaker 1: and were preparing to get out of dodge when we
Speaker 1: heard that scream again, and this time it was louder,
Speaker 1: and it was closer, and it sounded as if it
Speaker 1: would shattered glass. I began to back up and turn around.
Speaker 1: The road we were traveling was narrow, and it took
Speaker 1: some skill from me maneuver without ending up in a ditch.
Speaker 1: As I backed up and got us going in the
Speaker 1: right direction, I saw it, We saw it. The detective said.
Speaker 1: Both men agreed. As they were trying to turn around
Speaker 1: and leave, the headlights of their vehicles shined on what
Speaker 1: can only be called a si squatch, or better known
Speaker 1: as bigfoot. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, and if
Speaker 1: you print my name in this article, I'll have no
Speaker 1: choice but to call you a liar, the detective laughed uneasily.
Speaker 1: The partner, who had not said much up until this point,
Speaker 1: made eye contact with me and described the creature as
Speaker 1: being approximately seven feet tall, with long arms and broad
Speaker 1: shoulders and strong. Doesn't sound too bad, that is, until
Speaker 1: he proceeded with his description of the creature. He was hairy,
Speaker 1: he was covered from head to toe with dark grayish
Speaker 1: colored hair. His features looked like they had been etched
Speaker 1: out with a chisel, had a sharp jawline, and he
Speaker 1: was just so big. I've seen criminals, and I've seen guerrillas,
Speaker 1: and I've seen everything in between, but I cannot say
Speaker 1: that I ever encountered anything like this before, explained the
Speaker 1: second officer. The two men both recall that one of
Speaker 1: the most fearful traits of the creature was that he
Speaker 1: had yellow eyes. His eyes just poured into you, one said,
Speaker 1: that's the only way I know to describe it. It
Speaker 1: took only seconds for the creature to disappear into the
Speaker 1: thick wilderness. He was there and then he was gone,
Speaker 1: just like that. You would think something as large as
Speaker 1: this thing would not be able to move quickly, but
Speaker 1: he literally soared. I watched him take no more than
Speaker 1: two or three steps, and he was gone. After hearing
Speaker 1: the officer's tail and listening to it again, I began
Speaker 1: to dig into a little history of San Jacinto County,
Speaker 1: and it's an elusive primate. Over the past seventy years,
Speaker 1: I have come across numerous articles of residents who have
Speaker 1: come face to face with this creature. Although each collection
Speaker 1: differs slightly in detail, I'm certain of one thing. Sanwacinto
Speaker 1: County is home to some of the best people around,
Speaker 1: and it is also home to bigfoot doubt. As you may,
Speaker 1: and I can completely understand the inclination to do so,
Speaker 1: it is my belief that there is something beyond the pines.
Speaker 1: I followed the facts, and I interviewed and reinterviewed witnesses
Speaker 1: trying to come to a logical conclusion, and after hours
Speaker 1: of study and research, the only thing I can confirm
Speaker 1: with certainty is that San Jacinto County is home to
Speaker 1: something quite unusual. It was a cold Halloween evening in
Speaker 1: the desert. Two gentlemen had just traveled halfway across the
Speaker 1: country to join me on an outing they hopefully would
Speaker 1: never forget. In the end, it would be a life
Speaker 1: changing evening for both of them. They were both in
Speaker 1: their late twenties and were lifelong friends. Though they had
Speaker 1: grown up and done everything together, only one of them
Speaker 1: was a believer. Because of their strong friendship, I didn't
Speaker 1: understand how their beliefs about aliens and bigfoot could be
Speaker 1: so different, you know, as our beliefs are largely determined
Speaker 1: from our experience as an environment, so without always being
Speaker 1: the same with them, you could call me surprised. It
Speaker 1: was nine pm and our destination was twenty miles into
Speaker 1: the middle of the desert, so we climbed into my
Speaker 1: vehicle and set off through town. During the drive, I
Speaker 1: asked them both questions to help me get to know
Speaker 1: them a bit better. Mostly I was curious about why
Speaker 1: the skeptic agreed to the expense of flying across the
Speaker 1: country on his buddy's quest into the un I never
Speaker 1: really got a straight answer, so I left it at that.
Speaker 1: I did learn that it took a lot of convincing
Speaker 1: for the skeptic to come along with us. That night,
Speaker 1: the moon was full and bright, lighting up the driveway
Speaker 1: in front of us. Okay, we're here, I said. My
Speaker 1: two guests opened their doors and looked around outside. So
Speaker 1: this is the famous ranch, asked the skeptic. Yep, I replied,
Speaker 1: it's been abandoned for many years now. I was at
Speaker 1: the back of the truck going through bens of equipment
Speaker 1: for items that we'd need, and I called them over
Speaker 1: and handed them warm winter jackets. Put these on. It's
Speaker 1: only going to get colder tonight, I said. I also
Speaker 1: handed each of them granola bars and a bottle of water,
Speaker 1: as well as a flashlight. Okay, you guys ready, I asked.
Speaker 1: They both nodded their heads. I proceeded to lead them
Speaker 1: up the dirt road to an old lock gate bearing
Speaker 1: a no trespassing sign, where I proceeded to give them
Speaker 1: a lay of the land and go over what I
Speaker 1: plan for them before I lead you to the back
Speaker 1: of the property, I said, I want to share some
Speaker 1: stories with you. Take this gate, for instance, it's always locked.
Speaker 1: One evening, a young couple noticed from a distance it
Speaker 1: appeared to be unlocked, and as they approached to get
Speaker 1: a better look, the gate mysteriously opened wide, as if
Speaker 1: inviting them in. During another visit, a man rested up
Speaker 1: against the gate while the group he was with talked,
Speaker 1: and suddenly he was thrown back away from the gate,
Speaker 1: as if someone pushed the gate with a tremendous force
Speaker 1: from the other side. Understandably, he didn't go near the
Speaker 1: gate again. Both men stepped back away from the gate
Speaker 1: and looked it over. I'm sure they were wondering if
Speaker 1: I was trying to pull their leg. It's also not
Speaker 1: uncommon to hear footsteps approaching the gate from the other side,
Speaker 1: but you cannot see anyone. We've also had those invisible
Speaker 1: people out here walking around our groups and vehicles. Just then,
Speaker 1: all three of us felt a cold chill as the
Speaker 1: wind picked up. We zipped up our coats even higher,
Speaker 1: and they commented on how they were glad to have
Speaker 1: the jackets. They never thought it got so cold in
Speaker 1: the desert. The believer asked, is there something special we
Speaker 1: need to do to make contact? I mean, I've been
Speaker 1: asking my thoughts for a sign or something that they're
Speaker 1: here with us, But I'm not getting an answer. I
Speaker 1: believe something will happen, but I'm not picking up on anything.
Speaker 1: I said. I know most people feel seeing as believing,
Speaker 1: and therefore they always want to see a sign. But
Speaker 1: then I suggested that they not rely on their sense
Speaker 1: of vision. Instead, they should be open to other senses
Speaker 1: like touch, smell, and hearing. For the next ten minutes,
Speaker 1: they ask about all the things they had heard about
Speaker 1: the ranch and if they'd really happened. As I pointed
Speaker 1: out where each of those events took place, an unexpected
Speaker 1: feeling came over me. Did you guys feel that? I asked?
Speaker 1: What do you mean? One said, well, are you still colder?
Speaker 1: Do you feel like it's suddenly seventy degrees? They laughed, Yeah,
Speaker 1: you're right. I laughed with them, and the three of
Speaker 1: us unzipped our heavy jackets, and it was no longer
Speaker 1: in the thirties, and we welcomed the change. There's something
Speaker 1: else happening, I added. Do you feel comfortable like we
Speaker 1: could stand here talking all night? You don't need to
Speaker 1: sit down or go to the bathroom. Yeah, said the believer.
Speaker 1: My legs aren't feeling so stiff, and my back feels relaxed.
Speaker 1: Mine too, said the unbeliever. At that point, I said,
Speaker 1: you guys, stay here for a minute. They watched as
Speaker 1: I walked slowly back up the road towards the vehicle,
Speaker 1: then stopped and took a few steps backward and a
Speaker 1: few steps forward, a few steps back, and then extended
Speaker 1: my arm out in front of me. When I returned,
Speaker 1: I said, I'll explain that in a minute, but first
Speaker 1: I want each of you, one at a time, to
Speaker 1: do what I just did. Walked slowly, being very aware
Speaker 1: of the temperature, the silence, and that there is currently
Speaker 1: zero wind blowing on us. As you walk, do so
Speaker 1: until you feel the wind and cold, and then stepped
Speaker 1: backwards out of that cold, and then forward into the cold.
Speaker 1: They looked at each other and then back at me
Speaker 1: as if I were crazy. Trust me, I said, with
Speaker 1: a smile. The believer went first his friend and I
Speaker 1: stayed at the gate and watched as he did as instructed.
Speaker 1: He came back smiling. I put my finger up to
Speaker 1: my lips as if asking him not to say anything. Okay,
Speaker 1: it's your turn, I said to the skeptic. He walked
Speaker 1: past his friend and ended up stopping at the same point.
Speaker 1: Is us some thirty feet away? What is this? He asked?
Speaker 1: While walking back. I pointed up at the sky and
Speaker 1: asked them if they could see any airplanes flying overhead
Speaker 1: or any satellites. Can you hear anything such as wind, insects,
Speaker 1: or coyotes, I asked them. They both said no and
Speaker 1: asked what that meant. I answered with a question, have
Speaker 1: you heard of people that have had bigfoot encounters saying
Speaker 1: that everything around them went suddenly quiet? First, yeah, they
Speaker 1: both answered, I replied, that's what is happening right now,
Speaker 1: only you're noticing more of the finer details. And then
Speaker 1: I continued, For example, when some people report the strange
Speaker 1: in sudden silence, it's oftentimes followed up by an equally
Speaker 1: sudden but terrifying scream or crash of a tree knock,
Speaker 1: forcing them to quickly leave the area. They may even
Speaker 1: see the creature at that moment in their life concern
Speaker 1: with their safety, and they don't really pay attention to
Speaker 1: the finer details like you just experienced. Neither of you
Speaker 1: are in that fight or flight mode. This phenomenon happens
Speaker 1: so often out here you might even expect it, I finished,
Speaker 1: Has it really happened to you before, asked the skeptic, Yeah,
Speaker 1: many times, in fact, now, I continued. However, the details vary.
Speaker 1: For instance, it's typically reported as a prelude to a
Speaker 1: Bigfoot encounter, but I've had it happen during other activities,
Speaker 1: not just with Bigfoot. While people report the sudden silence
Speaker 1: as if the wind and all living things in the
Speaker 1: forest collude to go quiet at the same time, my
Speaker 1: experience has been that it's more like a giant, invisible
Speaker 1: bubble which descends upon us, and within that bubble reality
Speaker 1: can be different for the people inside it. Well what
Speaker 1: do you mean exactly, asked the believer. Well, it's are
Speaker 1: to explain, but you both have to just experience what
Speaker 1: I did. That you walked over there and found the
Speaker 1: edge of something. Here within the something, it is currently
Speaker 1: warm and comfortable. Now outside the invisible something, we all
Speaker 1: felt the same cold and wind, didn't we? They nodded
Speaker 1: in agreement. Think about this for a moment, I added.
Speaker 1: If the forest goes silent during a Bigfoot encounter, how
Speaker 1: far does that experience extend? I mean, does it go
Speaker 1: out over the entire planet or to the nearest city,
Speaker 1: and why is that? It's like one of those things
Speaker 1: people don't think about. So what if all that activity
Speaker 1: happens under a sort of invisible dome or a bubble,
Speaker 1: so that only those who are supposed to experience it do.
Speaker 1: It's like we had this experience here at the gate,
Speaker 1: and people over the vehicle didn't. How can that be?
Speaker 1: Just then, the invisible something which descended over us began
Speaker 1: to lift, and the cold wind returned. We all felt it,
Speaker 1: and we looked up and we could once more see
Speaker 1: airplanes flying overhead, and we heard Coda is shipping in
Speaker 1: the distance. You see what I mean? I told them.
Speaker 1: Do you believe that warmth and comfort we were just
Speaker 1: experiencing was felt by everyone in town? Or was it
Speaker 1: just us? And I bet people in town could see
Speaker 1: and hear those airplanes overhead while standing here under this
Speaker 1: invisible something we couldn't, that is until it lifted. Well,
Speaker 1: I guess that makes sense that it was just over us,
Speaker 1: said the believer, As it was like it came and went.
Speaker 1: The skeptic added, and we found the edge of it
Speaker 1: over there exactly, I replied. The people who used to
Speaker 1: live here once said that while in the yard behind
Speaker 1: the house. One person saw two dinosaurs back there by
Speaker 1: the trees, and when she yelled to the other person,
Speaker 1: who was standing about twenty feet away, they didn't hear
Speaker 1: her yelling their name or see anything unusual. The bubbles
Speaker 1: can be as small or large as needed. I've even
Speaker 1: felt the edge of something like this much larger around
Speaker 1: in a city where I drove through it to get
Speaker 1: inside as it were, from north, and then again while
Speaker 1: leaving to the west. But that story's for another time.
Speaker 1: We've got more to do tonight, I told them. Let's
Speaker 1: head around back, I said, while illuminating a trail with
Speaker 1: my flashlight. Five minutes later, we crested the top of
Speaker 1: the hill, which allowed us to view the abandoned home.
Speaker 1: Before we reached the backyard, and we were stopped in
Speaker 1: our tracks by the sound of something very large stomping
Speaker 1: on the ground, and it was grunting and breaking branches
Speaker 1: in the trees ahead of us. It was almost like
Speaker 1: something large was stuck in the trees and was trying
Speaker 1: to get out. Adding to that strangeness, not one of
Speaker 1: the trees moved or swayed. With all the racket take place.
Speaker 1: This is turning out to be a fun Halloween for
Speaker 1: you guys, isn't it, I asked, What is it? Said
Speaker 1: the skeptic. Let's wait and see if it makes its
Speaker 1: way into the openaar replied. Normally we wouldn't be able
Speaker 1: to see much at night, even from the elevation of
Speaker 1: the hill, but the moon was full and lit up
Speaker 1: the entire desert below. The crashing and branch snapping sounds
Speaker 1: continued for a minute, and then they stopped. And that's
Speaker 1: when the three of us hiked down the hill toward
Speaker 1: the grove of trees. But as we walked around to
Speaker 1: the backside, we could tell that was where the sounds
Speaker 1: had originated, but nothing was there. In fact, there were
Speaker 1: no broken branches or tree limbs on the ground anywhere.
Speaker 1: So what just happened, asked the believer. The only thing
Speaker 1: I can think of is that a sasquatch might have
Speaker 1: been back here. Why do you say that, asked the unbeliever. Well,
Speaker 1: this property has had bigfoot activity, as reported by the
Speaker 1: former homeowner. In fact, she reported that her first encounter
Speaker 1: happened in a similar manner, but I don't know where
Speaker 1: on the ranch it took place. Before that, she didn't
Speaker 1: know she had bigfoot hanging around. She said that she
Speaker 1: heard loud sounds from branches being broken, stomping sounds, etc.
Speaker 1: Just like what happened here with us. She would later
Speaker 1: have many encounters with a female si squatch, so she
Speaker 1: naturally made the connection. I will add that I've brought
Speaker 1: people out here before, and when talking about the area's
Speaker 1: female siequatch, we receive vocalizations and other noises from various
Speaker 1: parts of the ranch. Once we heard the noises coming
Speaker 1: from the parking area where we part. When we returned
Speaker 1: to the vehicle, we did look for footprints, but we
Speaker 1: couldn't find any. The three of us stayed a bit longer,
Speaker 1: just talking and looking around before heading back to the
Speaker 1: lock gate. That's when things took a turn for the pair.
Speaker 1: Are normal. I heard one of the guys unexpectedly say
Speaker 1: I have this compelling urge to climb over the gate
Speaker 1: and go up to the house. And when I turned
Speaker 1: to see who said it, it was the non believer,
Speaker 1: the skeptic. What I responded, Yeah, I can't explain it.
Speaker 1: It's a really strong feeling that I can't shake, he said.
Speaker 1: His friend, the believer asked, what do you mean a
Speaker 1: feeling that you can't shake. It's like I'm being called
Speaker 1: or beckon to the house, he answered, and we watched
Speaker 1: as the man made his way up the drive to
Speaker 1: the house. We both remained silent, and we turned our
Speaker 1: hearing sensitivity to the maximum in case we needed to
Speaker 1: go after him. I couldn't help but recall all the
Speaker 1: instances where someone or something made it very clear that
Speaker 1: they didn't want people on their side of the fence.
Speaker 1: The simple fact he was allowed to make it to
Speaker 1: the house was curious to me, to say the least.
Speaker 1: Neither his friend or myself appeared to have been invited
Speaker 1: in so to speak. A few minutes later he returned
Speaker 1: and we moved away from the gate and back to
Speaker 1: the vehicle. So what happened did you see anything? Ask
Speaker 1: his friend? Yeah, what happened? To added well. All the
Speaker 1: way up to the house, I continued to feel the
Speaker 1: strong need to keep going and that I would be
Speaker 1: all right. When I reached the front of the house
Speaker 1: and was about to step up into the porch, I
Speaker 1: heard noises coming from inside the house. What sort of noises?
Speaker 1: His friend asked. What sounded like something fell over onto
Speaker 1: the floor. And then I heard someone running away from
Speaker 1: the window. It was like someone was inside and watching
Speaker 1: me approach the house. As soon as I moved toward
Speaker 1: the porch like I was going to go in, they
Speaker 1: ran away to hide. That's when I asked, did the
Speaker 1: running sound like an animal or a human? Like an
Speaker 1: adult or a child. It wasn't very loud, he said,
Speaker 1: it was quick, like short steps. Maybe it was a child.
Speaker 1: It was definitely on two feet. What did you go inside?
Speaker 1: Ask his friend. No, something said that I'd gone far enough,
Speaker 1: But I did look inside the window. What did you see?
Speaker 1: I asked, Well, it was dark, but I could make
Speaker 1: out a kind of bar like in a saloon, with
Speaker 1: pop bottles on it, as well as toy cars on
Speaker 1: the floor under the window. Do you still feel anything
Speaker 1: like that? Urged to go to the house, ask his friend.
Speaker 1: Now it's gone, he said. Before we packed up, I
Speaker 1: asked them both a question. You guys seem to know
Speaker 1: a lot about the ranch. Have you ever heard the
Speaker 1: story about the boy on the scooter? They both shook
Speaker 1: their heads. Now what is it? Asked the believer. I'll
Speaker 1: tell you the story and then we'll drive back home.
Speaker 1: I said, it's getting pretty late, as the story goes
Speaker 1: two guys drove out here during the day. About a
Speaker 1: mile from the house, they noticed a young boy walking
Speaker 1: along the side of the road and he was carrying
Speaker 1: a scooter. The guys in the car thought it was weird.
Speaker 1: They were in the desert, at least twenty miles from
Speaker 1: any paved surface, so where could he be going on
Speaker 1: that scooter. Well, when they pulled up to the boy,
Speaker 1: they asked if he was okay or if he needed
Speaker 1: a ride. The boy said yeah, he was fine, and
Speaker 1: that the scooter was broken, so he would like to ride. Well,
Speaker 1: where are you going, they asked, going up to the house,
Speaker 1: and he pointed in the direction they were headed. Well,
Speaker 1: this made their hair stand up because they knew nobody
Speaker 1: lived there and all the stories they had ever heard
Speaker 1: about the place were strange and paranormal. They were also curious,
Speaker 1: so they opened the door and they let the boy
Speaker 1: in the car. They stopped at the same lock gate
Speaker 1: and asked the boy if it was where he was going,
Speaker 1: and he said yes, and he got out. He looked
Speaker 1: back at the guys and invited them up to the
Speaker 1: house for some soda pop and to play with some cars.
Speaker 1: That was too much for them, so they declined, and
Speaker 1: they let the boy go. They watched in silence as
Speaker 1: he crawled under the gate and made his way up
Speaker 1: to the house. It's interesting that you saw pop bottles
Speaker 1: on the counter and also toy cars, not to mention
Speaker 1: hearing the sound like a child running through the house.
Speaker 1: They both looked at me in disbelief. You're kidding, right,
Speaker 1: asked the believer. No, that's a report to guys made
Speaker 1: of their experience, so unless they lied, it could be true.
Speaker 1: Let's get out of here, I added, it's already midnight
Speaker 1: and I'm cold. At this point, you might think that
Speaker 1: this is all a bit much and probably not true,
Speaker 1: but I assure you this all happened, as well as
Speaker 1: what I'm about to conclude with the events of their
Speaker 1: evening did not end there. While I was at work
Speaker 1: about a month later, I got a call from the skeptic.
Speaker 1: He was upset and he wanted me to tell him
Speaker 1: what happened to his friend. I had no idea what
Speaker 1: he was talking about. He hasn't come home. He told
Speaker 1: me we were supposed to fly back on the same flight,
Speaker 1: but after that night at the ranch, he told me
Speaker 1: that he wanted to extend his stay a bit longer,
Speaker 1: and that he'd fly home later. And then he dropped
Speaker 1: a bombshell. Did he tell you what happened after we
Speaker 1: got back to the hotel that night? No, I answered,
Speaker 1: I haven't seen or heard from him since I dropped
Speaker 1: you guys off. What happened? He returned to our hotel.
Speaker 1: We were getting into bed while remarking about some of
Speaker 1: the stuff that happened at the ranch. I was in
Speaker 1: my bed, which was closest to the window, and he
Speaker 1: was into his, next to the bathroom. Suddenly we both
Speaker 1: heard what sounded like some sort of humming ship descending
Speaker 1: and stopped just outside the window by my bed. He
Speaker 1: paused for a moment, and then he told me it
Speaker 1: was terrifying and there was no way in hell I
Speaker 1: wanted to see what was going to happen. I wanted
Speaker 1: no part of it, he exclaimed. He was still obviously
Speaker 1: upset about it. So what happened? Then? I asked? I
Speaker 1: put my head under the blanket, and I refused to look,
Speaker 1: saying out loud, oh hell no. Then the next morning,
Speaker 1: my friend told me that two beings from the craft
Speaker 1: had floated through the closed window and across the room
Speaker 1: to visit with him. It was then he decided to
Speaker 1: stay behind, and that's when he asked me again, so,
Speaker 1: what the hell happened? He seemed different in some way,
Speaker 1: and I got the feeling that we could no longer
Speaker 1: be friends. I replied, I really have no idea. Have
Speaker 1: you heard from him as he called you? No. The
Speaker 1: last thing he said was that he wanted to stay
Speaker 1: behind for a while, longer to explore his spiritual journey,
Speaker 1: and he would return in a couple of weeks. But
Speaker 1: he has not returned. I didn't know what to say
Speaker 1: to the man, other than to assure him that if
Speaker 1: I saw his friend or heard from him, I would
Speaker 1: be sure to have him call home. I never did
Speaker 1: see him again, and that was also the last time
Speaker 1: I heard from his friend back home.