Speaker 1: All right, all right, got two stories. Got a ghost
Speaker 1: story and a really a good ghost story and a
Speaker 1: really good bigfoot story. Kind of a short podcast. I
Speaker 1: hope you guys like it. All right, let's get it rolling,
Speaker 1: all right, here we go. In the early nineteen nineties,
Speaker 1: my brother and I used to go to ihop every night.
Speaker 1: We would spend hours there drinking coffee and discussing philosophy
Speaker 1: and art and religion and literature. We were sitting in
Speaker 1: the last booth in the corner where we could see
Speaker 1: out of both sides because each side had a row
Speaker 1: of windows, and the windows showed a scene of the
Speaker 1: Dallas LBJ Freeway leading into I thirty five and an
Speaker 1: endless stream of fast cars. And even though it was
Speaker 1: late at night, the stream was still moving. I noticed
Speaker 1: to my left, way out in the distance, a figure
Speaker 1: coming off of I thirty five. It walked down the
Speaker 1: middle of the median between the two sections of east
Speaker 1: and westbound traffic, and as it got closer, I could
Speaker 1: see it was a woman in a long white dress.
Speaker 1: She had long black hair and wore a white veil
Speaker 1: that flowed behind her like a train. Well. I blinked
Speaker 1: and rubbed my eyes and I squinted to make sure
Speaker 1: I was seeing what I was seeing, and I watched
Speaker 1: as she got closer and closer, thinking that when she
Speaker 1: passed the bridge, I might be able to see her
Speaker 1: going down the other side. But while she was on
Speaker 1: the bridge, my view was obstructed by a service station,
Speaker 1: and I didn't see her come out the other side.
Speaker 1: She either disappeared on the bridge or crossed the freeway
Speaker 1: there amid the heavy stream of traffic and went down
Speaker 1: the grassy hillside. I read about a legend once called
Speaker 1: La la Ronna. I'm sure I'm not pronouncing that right.
Speaker 1: She is the weeping woman of the Southwest. It eerily
Speaker 1: fits the woman I saw. The legend says that the
Speaker 1: beautiful woman has long black hair, and she wears a
Speaker 1: white gown, and she wanders through the night looking for
Speaker 1: children to take with her. Maybe that was just a
Speaker 1: meth head walking around doing that jerky kind of thing
Speaker 1: they do, and she had found a sheet to wrap
Speaker 1: her up with. I don't know. I don't know. Let's
Speaker 1: go to the next He's got another story here. Let's
Speaker 1: go to that. In the nineteen eighties, I used to
Speaker 1: visit my sister and her husband and spend time with
Speaker 1: their kids every year. My brother in law's father lived
Speaker 1: with them. He was disabled and he stayed back in
Speaker 1: his room most of the time. My sister was a
Speaker 1: teacher and her husband ran his own company, and while
Speaker 1: they were at work and the kids were at school,
Speaker 1: I would be left alone with his father. Often my
Speaker 1: brother in law's clients would call the house and I
Speaker 1: would take a message for them, and when the phone rang,
Speaker 1: the father would pick up the phone and ants it too,
Speaker 1: and each time I told him that I had it covered,
Speaker 1: and then he would hang up. I never saw the
Speaker 1: guy much, and that was about the only contact I
Speaker 1: actually wanted with him. He was not a personable guy.
Speaker 1: My sister and her family moved to a new house
Speaker 1: with a pool, and his father died shortly after that. Well.
Speaker 1: I visited them at their new house, and one morning,
Speaker 1: after everyone had gone to school and work, I was
Speaker 1: left alone again, and I was planning to swim in
Speaker 1: their new pool and read a book and watch TV.
Speaker 1: But as usual, the phone rang. It was a customer
Speaker 1: for my brother in law, and as I spoke to
Speaker 1: the customer, the phone made a clicking sound like another
Speaker 1: extension had picked up. Hello. I heard the voice say
Speaker 1: the same voice as my sister's late father in law. Well,
Speaker 1: I kept talking and I took the message, and the
Speaker 1: caller hung up, and I didn't hear the extension hang up,
Speaker 1: so I stayed on the line. There was no doll tone,
Speaker 1: and it sounded like the line was still open, the
Speaker 1: way it used to sound on old ground lines with extensions.
Speaker 1: I listened for twenty seconds or so, and I felt rattled.
Speaker 1: When I finally gathered up my courage, Is anyone there?
Speaker 1: I asked. The phone made a clicking sound of someone
Speaker 1: hanging up, and then came the doll tone. I was
Speaker 1: out the front door and down the block in a second,
Speaker 1: and I drank coffee at a local deli until it
Speaker 1: was time for my sister to come home. I am
Speaker 1: of a Christian faith, and I could tell you about
Speaker 1: some miracles I've seen. I do not draw major conclusions
Speaker 1: from these experiences, but I'm smart enough to know that
Speaker 1: I don't know everything, and some things just can't be explained.
Speaker 1: What a creepy, creepy whoo. That kind of gave me shivers.
Speaker 1: It's almost like that those movies they make with the
Speaker 1: you know, the phone rings and the young twenty somethingter
Speaker 1: women pick up the phone and it's like, we know
Speaker 1: what you did. You know those kind of creepy shows.
Speaker 1: I get bored with those, but when they first came
Speaker 1: out they were pretty interesting. It kind of reminds me
Speaker 1: of that. And I saw a movie probably in the
Speaker 1: last couple of years on this La Lorona of the
Speaker 1: Weeping Woman of the Southwest, that was a horror movie.
Speaker 1: My wife and I love to go to movies. We
Speaker 1: go to We're always looking at the ads at the
Speaker 1: movie theaters for what cool movies are coming out. We're
Speaker 1: always watching trailers and stuff like that. Have y'all. This
Speaker 1: is way off topic, but who has seen the new
Speaker 1: Kevin Cosner movie out called Horizon. That movie has gotten
Speaker 1: terrible feedback from the public and from reviewers. But we
Speaker 1: went to see that movie and we loved it. I
Speaker 1: guess we're just of a generation who likes the big,
Speaker 1: epic scenery and the long stretching story and the different
Speaker 1: characters and all that. But it was like a minute
Speaker 1: or two over three hours. And we both said driving
Speaker 1: home that with that movie, it felt like we were
Speaker 1: in there for fifteen minutes. You just stay engaged and
Speaker 1: you're watching the story. I would recommend you all go
Speaker 1: see it and just don't go with any expectations. But
Speaker 1: go see Horizon and understand that it's either going to
Speaker 1: be two or four movies. I don't know if he's
Speaker 1: going to do four now that this first one isn't
Speaker 1: making money. Actually, he's taken a financial beating on this movie.
Speaker 1: But I like Kevin Costner. He seems to be a
Speaker 1: pretty idealistic guy. He's got visions for his movies, like
Speaker 1: dances with wolves and stuff like that. But go to
Speaker 1: this movie or rent it on a streaming service with
Speaker 1: the expectation that there's more common. None of the loose
Speaker 1: ends are tied up in the first one, but it
Speaker 1: really sets the stage and gets you engrossed and involved
Speaker 1: in the story. I recommend it. I don't know why.
Speaker 1: I guess talking about movies, horror movies got me off
Speaker 1: on that. A'll quit talking about that. Now we'll go
Speaker 1: to a bigfoot store. I got a bigfoot story. Hang on,
Speaker 1: hang on, Okay, here's a bigfoot story from New York.
Speaker 1: It's is really good. I really enjoyed reading this. Here
Speaker 1: we go. I'm from Northern New York State, about as
Speaker 1: far north as you can get without crossing over into Canada.
Speaker 1: I'm a paranormal investigator encryptid researcher. My love for the
Speaker 1: subject came from my father, who would read me stories
Speaker 1: about Bigfoot, the Locknessed Monster, and UFOs and ghosts and
Speaker 1: the dog Man, all of them. I live about twenty
Speaker 1: minutes from the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains and have
Speaker 1: collected numerous eyewitness encounters and sightings of Bigfoot here and
Speaker 1: surrounding areas. I spent a lot of time in the mountains,
Speaker 1: so it's no wonder that's where my first encounter took place.
Speaker 1: It was October of nineteen eighty seven and I was
Speaker 1: ten years old, and my father wanted a day just
Speaker 1: for the two of us to spend some quality time together,
Speaker 1: so we took a drive up to Cranberry Lake, New York,
Speaker 1: in the mountains. It was a beautiful day and the
Speaker 1: colorful fall leaves were at their peak. My father drove
Speaker 1: about a mile off the main road to a picnic
Speaker 1: area right on the lake, and we sat down at
Speaker 1: the table near the water to eat a baloney sandwich
Speaker 1: and chips that we had packed with us, and We
Speaker 1: spent our time talking about different things. When the sun
Speaker 1: started to set and it was nearing time to head home,
Speaker 1: my father walked me up the trail of ways to
Speaker 1: a small utility shed where I could relieve myself with
Speaker 1: a bit of privacy as my father waited for me
Speaker 1: on the other side of the shed. I stood there,
Speaker 1: staring into the quiet wooded surroundings when out of nowhere,
Speaker 1: something was thrown against the side of the shed. Well
Speaker 1: that scared me half to death. And not long after
Speaker 1: that had happened again, and I finished my business as
Speaker 1: fast as I could, and I rushed to my father.
Speaker 1: With the concerned look on his face did a little
Speaker 1: to comfort me. Are you playing a joke on me, Dad,
Speaker 1: I asked him. No, he said bluntly. Did you hear
Speaker 1: something hit the shit, I asked. He nodded. It was
Speaker 1: two rocks the size of my fist, he said, And
Speaker 1: then we heard grunts and growls. We couldn't see what
Speaker 1: was making the noise, even though the leaves had started
Speaker 1: to fall from the trees by this time of the season,
Speaker 1: and you could see a good thirty yards into the
Speaker 1: woods and up the hill from where we were standing.
Speaker 1: My father crouched down to one knee and he told
Speaker 1: me to get behind him, and he looked up through
Speaker 1: the trees and slowly pointed to something in the distance.
Speaker 1: It was so big it didn't take long for me
Speaker 1: to see it too. It was a seven foot tall,
Speaker 1: dark figure with a huge upper body, and it was
Speaker 1: weighing back and forth between two trees. My father told
Speaker 1: me to turn around and start walking slowly down the
Speaker 1: trail back to the truck, and I did as I
Speaker 1: was told, looking back all the time to see if
Speaker 1: he was coming too. When I got to the truck,
Speaker 1: I finally saw him running down the trail at full speed,
Speaker 1: and we both jumped in the truck and got out
Speaker 1: of there as fast as we could. I was scared
Speaker 1: and confused, and tears were building up in my eyes,
Speaker 1: but I did my best not to cry. And we
Speaker 1: stopped at the rest area a few miles down the
Speaker 1: road and my father put the truck in part and
Speaker 1: he reached out to put his arm around me. Are
Speaker 1: you okay, he asked me, Yeah, I said, what was that?
Speaker 1: My father is a believer, and he didn't hesitate. I
Speaker 1: think we just saw a bigfoot. Well, I don't want
Speaker 1: to see him again, I said, with a blatant honesty
Speaker 1: of a ten year old. My father kind of smiled
Speaker 1: me neither, he said. After we got home, my father
Speaker 1: told my mother what had happened. I never really knew
Speaker 1: if she believed him or not. She was just glad
Speaker 1: that we were both safe. Now, I've only told three
Speaker 1: other people about this throughout my life. My father would
Speaker 1: talk to me about it from time to time, but
Speaker 1: didn't share it with many others. Knowing what I know
Speaker 1: now is a bigfoot researcher and investigator. I'm certain we
Speaker 1: saw a bigfoot that day. And every time I think
Speaker 1: about that experience, I'm taking back to that fall day
Speaker 1: in nineteen eighty seven with my father, right back to
Speaker 1: being that scared little boy, right back to the fear
Speaker 1: I felt, and all these years later, I still can't
Speaker 1: shake it. Oh man, man, man, man, that was awesome.
Speaker 1: That was a good story, an actual visual siding. And
Speaker 1: the father was running. I wonder if the bigfoot was
Speaker 1: chasing him or of course I know some of the
Speaker 1: big experts will say, well, hell, if he'd a chased him,
Speaker 1: he to call him if he wanted to catch him,
Speaker 1: to call him. Bigfoots can do anything, But was he
Speaker 1: running from the Bigfoot? I don't know. That's the first
Speaker 1: thing I thought of when I read this. But this
Speaker 1: was a great story. To the writer, this is old.
Speaker 1: I've had this for a long time. I finally got
Speaker 1: to it, and I'm glad I got to it because
Speaker 1: it's a good one. I appreciate you sending it sir, Well,
Speaker 1: thanks for listening to this short podcast. I just wanted
Speaker 1: to get something up today. I'm writing Steve Lilly today.
Speaker 1: I am working on a couple of other things as well,
Speaker 1: but I want to keep this roll going of a
Speaker 1: steady podcast two or three times a week. So here's one,
Speaker 1: right hurt All right, y'all, have a good rest of
Speaker 1: your week, and we'll see you on the next podcast. Thanks.