Speaker 1: I'm thirteen years old and I live about thirty miles
Speaker 1: from Kansas City, Kansas. My family is always hunted, but
Speaker 1: we love to fish more than anything. My dad has
Speaker 1: fished the who can't pronounce this marry us Desk Conguess
Speaker 1: River all his life. I'm just not even gonna try
Speaker 1: that one. He started taking me with him when I
Speaker 1: was about five. Dad and I had been on a
Speaker 1: roll slamming monster channel cats all summer. Our goal was
Speaker 1: to catch big flatheads. Since I've never caught one before,
Speaker 1: I was really determined to do that. When we got
Speaker 1: to the river two days ago, it was seven pm
Speaker 1: and about thirty minutes unto dusk. When we got there,
Speaker 1: we checked out a few other places before we settled
Speaker 1: on my grand's favorite spot. It didn't take long to
Speaker 1: unload the truck and get set up, and then ten
Speaker 1: minutes later we were already getting big bites, so we
Speaker 1: knew it was going to be a good night. Everything
Speaker 1: was going great. We were having a lot of fun.
Speaker 1: Dad brought everything we needed to roast hot dogs on
Speaker 1: the fire, so I was busy cooking myself a couple
Speaker 1: while I kept an eye on the poles. And I
Speaker 1: love the feeling of being out there. About the time
Speaker 1: we caught the first nice channel cat and the fish
Speaker 1: were starting to make a run, that feeling changed. Everything
Speaker 1: got eerie. All of a sudden, it was still and
Speaker 1: quiet behind us. We started hearing brush popping. No sooner
Speaker 1: did we zero in on that, than something was thrown
Speaker 1: at us out of the darkness and landed right next
Speaker 1: to us. And then something else was thrown and landed
Speaker 1: in the water well. I kept hearing something stopping right
Speaker 1: behind me. I turned the spotlight on it several times,
Speaker 1: and I never saw anything. I was already feeling pretty
Speaker 1: unnerved when I looked over at my dad. Now I
Speaker 1: could tell right away that he wasn't feeling right about
Speaker 1: any of this either. That made it all worse for me.
Speaker 1: If he didn't feel right, this sure couldn't be my imagination.
Speaker 1: About that time, I started to get the sensation that
Speaker 1: I was being watched. It was a really creepy feeling
Speaker 1: in my gut. More branches were popping. That same stomping
Speaker 1: sound kept getting worse, and by now I was almost
Speaker 1: insanely afraid. Now I had never experienced anything like this before.
Speaker 1: The sounds and sensing a presence watching me, things being
Speaker 1: thrown in us. It was worse than anything I could
Speaker 1: have imagined, so I tried to stay calm and not
Speaker 1: say anything. I didn't want my dad to think I
Speaker 1: was a woos even though I knew it wasn't in
Speaker 1: my mind. Finally, Dad said, if we aren't getting any
Speaker 1: bites in the next thirty minutes, I think it's time
Speaker 1: to leave. I felt a bit of relief, but just
Speaker 1: then he cussed and pointed to the sky down river.
Speaker 1: Instantly I saw what he was pointing at. It was
Speaker 1: the most absurd thing I have ever seen. There was
Speaker 1: a bright red dot flickering like a star, but it
Speaker 1: was going nuts. The whole sky and that direction seemed red.
Speaker 1: The thing moved up and down, left and right, and
Speaker 1: then up again. Eventually it flew out of sight so
Speaker 1: quickly that it was like it was moving faster than light.
Speaker 1: We sat there. Whatever was behind us was still watching us.
Speaker 1: It was still popping the trees and stomping around. After
Speaker 1: about twenty minutes, the dad said, son, went need to go,
Speaker 1: and I agreed. It was two thirty when we started
Speaker 1: carrying stuff up to the truck. As we were standing
Speaker 1: there loading our stuff. Something started popping branches in the
Speaker 1: trees across the road from us, so I shined a spotlight,
Speaker 1: but again I didn't see anything. We made two more
Speaker 1: trips down to get our stuff. We moved as fast
Speaker 1: as we could, but it still felt like forever. And
Speaker 1: then we got out of there. We were heading down
Speaker 1: the narrow gravel road that we'd come in on, and
Speaker 1: we were talking about all the things we had just seen,
Speaker 1: and then we came up on three big logs with
Speaker 1: brush piled on top of them, blocking our path. They
Speaker 1: were just laying there like they were meant to be
Speaker 1: a wall, and they weren't there earlier. Dad thought about
Speaker 1: driving through it, and I'd have been okay with that,
Speaker 1: but he knew the truck wouldn't make it. He had
Speaker 1: no choice but to get out and manually move it
Speaker 1: all aside. My father moved every piece of brush out
Speaker 1: of the way. I never saw him move so fast
Speaker 1: in my life. Then he got back in the truck
Speaker 1: and he floored it, slow down or speak a word
Speaker 1: until we got to the highway. And once we were
Speaker 1: on the main road. I asked him what he thought
Speaker 1: it was that was messing with us. He said he
Speaker 1: didn't know, but he admitted to having that same super
Speaker 1: uneasy feeling that I experienced. I really have no idea
Speaker 1: what it was either, but I believe it was bigfoot.
Speaker 1: It could have been paranormal. But what paranormal beings stacked
Speaker 1: sixty pound logs across the road. We may never know
Speaker 1: for sure what it was. But when things went from
Speaker 1: great to terrifying, I was just glad that we trusted
Speaker 1: our gut instinct and got out of there. Well, Parker,
Speaker 1: I think that was a smart move too. Brother. I'm
Speaker 1: glad your dad had enough sense about him to get
Speaker 1: you all out of there. And I know he does.
Speaker 1: He's looking after you, man, But you know, you don't
Speaker 1: want to ruin a good fishing trip if you kind
Speaker 1: of not sure what it is. I mean, a lot
Speaker 1: of weird things could happen before I'd leave a good
Speaker 1: night catching a bunch of catfish on a bank of
Speaker 1: a river, and then these lights in the distance. That's
Speaker 1: real interesting. Someone told me a story about that this weekend.
Speaker 1: I actually recorded it. I'm going to put it in
Speaker 1: a podcast in an upcoming podcast about lights moving through
Speaker 1: the woods and lights above the woods. That these lights
Speaker 1: are moving in and it is a fascinating story. It'll
Speaker 1: probably be about four podcasts down the road, but I'm
Speaker 1: putting that in there. But it's the same thing, Parker,
Speaker 1: same thing y'all saw, and the noises and stuff. I
Speaker 1: don't know, Buddy, thirteen years old and you've got to
Speaker 1: experience something really weird. I'm sure you will never forget. Buddy.
Speaker 1: Thanks for sending the story, and tell your dad thanks
Speaker 1: for letting you write it for me. I really appreciate it.
Speaker 1: Hope you're doing well, Parker. I hope you're doing well
Speaker 1: in school this year. It's in the beginning, some years ago.
Speaker 1: From my youth to current times, I've had strange encounters.
Speaker 1: I've been documenting beings that many consider myths. The world
Speaker 1: laugh at what they feared to understand. This I've learned
Speaker 1: over the fifty five years of my life. We must
Speaker 1: learn to face our fears and embrace the truths learned
Speaker 1: one at a time, Like eating a mammoth, one bite
Speaker 1: at a time is easier than trying to devour the
Speaker 1: whole thing in one dinner. So let's begin my story
Speaker 1: somewhere in the lands of the American Rocky Mountains, where
Speaker 1: I now reside. I came to the understanding not too
Speaker 1: many years ago that the Sasquatch slash wild people were
Speaker 1: to be found here as well. Previously, I thought they
Speaker 1: only lived in the coastal and northern lands of North America,
Speaker 1: where I was born. But I was wrong. After some
Speaker 1: strong encounters and minor ones in my area, I learned
Speaker 1: that they reside not far from my home. Having taken
Speaker 1: my children on day hikes to many areas, I discovered
Speaker 1: evidence in tracks and structures. One day, well, my daughter
Speaker 1: goffed at the idea and she rolled her eyes even
Speaker 1: and then I asked her to come and look at
Speaker 1: the print in the icy snow by the log. She said, well,
Speaker 1: it's obviously a footprint, Dad, And then I placed my
Speaker 1: foot next to it. It's a size thirteen, and I said,
Speaker 1: what do you think about that? And I clearly saw
Speaker 1: the realization in her eyes that this track was made
Speaker 1: by something much larger than me. From that day forward,
Speaker 1: I had visited these canyon lands and mountains. It's not
Speaker 1: hard to locate the wild people, even get distant photos
Speaker 1: of them and their families. What I share here is
Speaker 1: not about the reality of these wild beings. I call sasquatch,
Speaker 1: but of other things, unexpected things that I have discovered
Speaker 1: that live among them. For years, I have sat on
Speaker 1: the knowledge of what I've seen, trying to wrap my
Speaker 1: mind around the possible consequences, good or bad, of speaking
Speaker 1: about it publicly. But now I wonder if others throughout
Speaker 1: the world have seen what I have seen. I go
Speaker 1: out and I take long range photos of the areas
Speaker 1: I know these family groups live in as. I've done
Speaker 1: this and tested ideas to bring them down closer to me.
Speaker 1: Some were very successful, and this is unnerving being within
Speaker 1: twenty or thirty feet of these giants. But they are curious,
Speaker 1: and so far none have been aggressive with me. I
Speaker 1: think they are curious about what I'm doing. I used
Speaker 1: my spotting scope with a cell phoned camera attached, as
Speaker 1: they hang out on average at eight hundred to twelve
Speaker 1: hundred yards from where I see them. It would be
Speaker 1: hard to climb up there to their hangouts. It would
Speaker 1: take hours, and by the time I arrived, they would
Speaker 1: have moved. So I don't waste my energy and time
Speaker 1: attempting to get close. In reviewing photos that I've taken,
Speaker 1: one day, I noticed a massive auburn Sysquatch walking along
Speaker 1: the canyon side just below others of the clan off
Speaker 1: to the side in the open little ones played in
Speaker 1: the dirt and through the sage brush and the pinion pines. There.
Speaker 1: What was unusual was the light colored ones I saw.
Speaker 1: After enlarging the images, I could make out something disturbing.
Speaker 1: I saw hairless creatures, pink skinned beings that looked like
Speaker 1: human in shape. These beings walk freely among the hairy
Speaker 1: creatures I see on a irregular basis. A dark haired
Speaker 1: female stood down slope of a large auburn creature. She
Speaker 1: was smaller and appeared to have a head full of hair,
Speaker 1: resembling dreadlocks. Now, she was smaller, but don't assume she
Speaker 1: was small. The auburn being was easily ten feet tall,
Speaker 1: and behind her was a bare skinned being with dark
Speaker 1: hair on its head and beard, but its skin was
Speaker 1: bear and pink. Over many years of returning to the areas,
Speaker 1: I've taken similar photos with humans in various sizes and ages.
Speaker 1: With this clan of Sasquatch. I have images of adolescent females,
Speaker 1: one with dark hair and one with red hair. There
Speaker 1: are a few toddlers. I also have images of an
Speaker 1: older couple, both with gray hair. The older mayor has
Speaker 1: a long gray beard. I have questions, of course, who
Speaker 1: are why would humans be among the wild sisquatch clans?
Speaker 1: And are they even human? I thought of the can
Speaker 1: M Missing four one one project and the many people
Speaker 1: who have disappeared for forty years. I've heard stories of
Speaker 1: many folks taken by sisquatchs from mates or maybe even pets.
Speaker 1: Who knows for sure, but tales of successful inner breeding
Speaker 1: are known. I learned of the Sasquatch genome project by
Speaker 1: doctor Ketchem. This brought for some other ideas. Could the DNA,
Speaker 1: which is scientifically proven to be fifty percent human, have
Speaker 1: happened over time with interbreeding with other species or from
Speaker 1: long past? Could there be a mix of sisquatch and
Speaker 1: human DNA passed on through the centuries to produce these
Speaker 1: mixed DNA wild humanoids. If this were the case, would
Speaker 1: they tend to be attracted to more human like beings
Speaker 1: for mates? This may have produced what I am seeing
Speaker 1: at this time, living humans amongst the clan of Sasquatch
Speaker 1: we have here in the Western Mountains. I continue to
Speaker 1: visit and try to document these things. The world may
Speaker 1: or may not accept my findings, but that's not my concern.
Speaker 1: I don't care what the world thinks. From the comfort
Speaker 1: of their safe homes, I continue towards more self education
Speaker 1: on this issue. It is strange that they seem to
Speaker 1: live peace flee together in this place, while in the
Speaker 1: East they tend not to get along. Meanwhile, there are
Speaker 1: other things I've seen in this region that I won't reveal.
Speaker 1: The truth is stranger than myths, and yet the myths
Speaker 1: are what is becoming truth in our days. Many of
Speaker 1: the ancients of the world spoke of things modern society
Speaker 1: labels as a myth and not reality. But who labels
Speaker 1: what people see as a myth? So called educated people, governments,
Speaker 1: those with agendas, or people who fear truth they dare
Speaker 1: not desire to comprehend. In the last one hundred years,
Speaker 1: many species have been labeled wrong and are now proven real. Now.
Speaker 1: Science was designed for the open minded person to explore,
Speaker 1: to learn, to speculate, and to test theories, and to
Speaker 1: seek truth or disprove theory. Science today seems more like
Speaker 1: fundraising and a glory seeking endeavor. My new study is
Speaker 1: just beginning, will move slow and carefully. I have no funding.
Speaker 1: Maybe more education closes the mind more than it creates curiosity.
Speaker 1: Those who fear the truth will mock it. Those who
Speaker 1: fear new paradigms seek to ridicule those who have the
Speaker 1: ability and experiences to open new paradigms and new boxes
Speaker 1: of reality. I'm not doing this for fame. I want
Speaker 1: to share my findings with the world, no matter the blowback.
Speaker 1: I think the more we share with the world, the
Speaker 1: betters other will be able to deal with the trauma
Speaker 1: and PTSD of encountering these creatures. But I recommend that
Speaker 1: you don't seek these things out. That can be dangerous.
Speaker 1: It is not a game for the foolish people vanish
Speaker 1: looking for these things. And as with all the wild
Speaker 1: tribes of the earth, these things may not desire to
Speaker 1: interact with you. They may just seek you out to
Speaker 1: kill you. Their ways are not your ways, and it
Speaker 1: is a game aim of life and death. May God
Speaker 1: bless you and all out there and give you the
Speaker 1: wisdom to decipher your paths in life. Keep open minds,
Speaker 1: seek answers for yourself. The Creator will guide you if
Speaker 1: you will allow him to do so. I'm going to
Speaker 1: leave out my native name and location in the mountains
Speaker 1: because the ongoing investigation needs peace. I'm not interested in
Speaker 1: people swarming my area, yelling and banging on trees. This
Speaker 1: offends the creatures the most. The Loves are a family
Speaker 1: that have worked the highlands of Victoria near Melbourne, mustering
Speaker 1: livestock and even some brumbies for generations. When Peter Lovick
Speaker 1: was eighteen, he was with his father, who was guiding
Speaker 1: four city folk on a fishing trip, exploring pristine rivers
Speaker 1: and streams of the Victorian Highlands for trout. They were
Speaker 1: staying in an old, small a shack the Luveocks had
Speaker 1: built years earlier. It was a simple setup with a
Speaker 1: roof overhead and a couple of bunks in a small
Speaker 1: stove top fireplace. No one had stayed in the shack
Speaker 1: all winter, and this was the first trip of the spring.
Speaker 1: Like always, they brought their mustering dogs with them. They
Speaker 1: were sleeping out on the deck. Peter's father always left
Speaker 1: the door open through the night. Nothing in the Australian
Speaker 1: brush is big enough to invite itself into the shack
Speaker 1: and cause any harm. Snakes and spiders are a concern,
Speaker 1: but that would be considered unlucky. They settled in for
Speaker 1: the night, with Peter, the youngest in the group, sleeping
Speaker 1: in one of the top bunks. At some point in
Speaker 1: the night, Peter began to feel an uneasy grip around
Speaker 1: his neck. As the feeling of hands on his throat
Speaker 1: began to tighten, he was wrenched from his sleep to
Speaker 1: the realization that this was not a dream. He immediately
Speaker 1: he sat bolt upright and reached out for whatever was
Speaker 1: strangling him, to grasp only hair. At this point, both
Speaker 1: Peter and whatever the hairy creature was fell off the
Speaker 1: top bunk onto the floor. Instantly, everyone was awake and
Speaker 1: looking around in the dark, and in the blink of
Speaker 1: an eye, this thing was out the door. Out on
Speaker 1: the deck, the dogs were barking frantically, and Peter said,
Speaker 1: something had me, Dad, something had me. His father, half asleep,
Speaker 1: a little befuddled, quickly grabbed a flashlight and ran outside.
Speaker 1: The dogs were still going crazy, and their hackles were up,
Speaker 1: and they were barking at something in the bush. But
Speaker 1: these dogs wouldn't leave their masters side. These were tough, fearless,
Speaker 1: mustering hunting dogs, but they were scared stiff. When Peter's
Speaker 1: father came back inside, he said, you must have had
Speaker 1: a bad dream, son, But two of the men sleeping
Speaker 1: on the floor quickly interrupted him and said they definitely
Speaker 1: saw the thing go out the door in the moonlight. Well,
Speaker 1: whatever it was, it filled the entire width of the doorway,
Speaker 1: but it was only half the height of the door,
Speaker 1: and it walked on two legs. Peter's father shine the
Speaker 1: flashlight on his son's neck, finger, and claw. Like Weltz
Speaker 1: confirmed that it was no dream. That night, Peter saw
Speaker 1: his father do something he'd never done in all the
Speaker 1: years they'd used the shack. He closed the door. It
Speaker 1: took Peter many years to get over that incident and
Speaker 1: find the love of the bush again. Perhaps it's connected,
Speaker 1: perhaps not. But some fifteen years after Peter's encounter, the
Speaker 1: police discovered the remains of two humans at the bottom
Speaker 1: of a nearby gorge. What was peculiar was the bones
Speaker 1: of both victims had been neatly stacked. Many tribes of
Speaker 1: our Native Aboriginal people acknowledge a big Harry being and
Speaker 1: a little Harry being. The names of these creatures differ
Speaker 1: with the community, much like with the Native North American people.
Speaker 1: One tribe calls the little ones the jungudee and the
Speaker 1: big onesal douligal you guys help me, you guys help
Speaker 1: me with that? Do lagal doo l i g a
Speaker 1: h l. There are varying opinions on which ones are
Speaker 1: the good and which ones are the bad. Either way,
Speaker 1: there are certain modern reports of encounters with both. It
Speaker 1: can also be hard to determine if the little ones
Speaker 1: are not just juvenile yaweys or indeed something different. The
Speaker 1: many encounters that occur in Australia are often near civilization
Speaker 1: parklands and rural and coastal areas close to the mountain ranges,
Speaker 1: not so much the dry flats of the middle of Australia,
Speaker 1: but that's most likely due to the number of people
Speaker 1: frequenting those areas. While we have our fair share of
Speaker 1: witnesses describing dark, brown and black haired beings in Australia,
Speaker 1: I personally think we have a higher average of sightings
Speaker 1: of orange and red and blond haired beings. Obviously it's
Speaker 1: hard to prove this, but it would make sense when
Speaker 1: it comes to camouflaging into the surrounding bushland or forest.
Speaker 1: They've also been seen in larger groups like families with
Speaker 1: one farmer reporting eight or nine of them at once
Speaker 1: moving through his farm. Around the same time of year,
Speaker 1: a small group of teenagers, while camping with their parents,
Speaker 1: witnessed several of them standing on a beach at dusk.
Speaker 1: We discover very similar tree structures and rock piles here
Speaker 1: to what you find in North America, but we also
Speaker 1: find small twigs and sticks stuck in the ground. They're
Speaker 1: obviously too small to fall from a tree and stick
Speaker 1: in the ground naturally. There have been encounters where they've
Speaker 1: completely disappeared in front of a rifle, and still others
Speaker 1: when they kept up with moving cars or dirt by
Speaker 1: going over eighty kilometers per hour. I will leave it
Speaker 1: at that for now. Perhaps someday our indigenous people will
Speaker 1: share more of their knowledge. Theirs may well be the
Speaker 1: oldest civilization on Earth, and they have lived in harmony
Speaker 1: with their environment, so they must know something. If you're
Speaker 1: ever in Australia, there's a cold beer and a warm
Speaker 1: fire waiting for you. Back in nineteen eighty two, I
Speaker 1: had an experience in Bullet County, Kentucky that has kept
Speaker 1: me out of the woods until this day. I had
Speaker 1: just gotten my driver's license, so I barred my dad's
Speaker 1: seventy seven custom van to go on a double date.
Speaker 1: I swung by and picked up my friend Chuck and
Speaker 1: the two girls, and we headed out into the country
Speaker 1: to go parking. Back then, the thing to do was
Speaker 1: go parking, indulge a little underage drinking, and explore the
Speaker 1: mysteries of the opposite sex. So that was our plan.
Speaker 1: We drove down to the Salt River Bottoms along a
Speaker 1: one lane gravel road. It was a pretty desolate spot,
Speaker 1: with the occasional house or farm every few miles, but
Speaker 1: there were a few spots where we could pull off
Speaker 1: the road and be alone with our dates. The sun
Speaker 1: had already set and we were looking for one of
Speaker 1: those spots to pull over, so we were already traveling
Speaker 1: slow when Chuck suddenly asked, what was that one hundred
Speaker 1: feet in front of us? Something large and black was
Speaker 1: lying on the road. I slowed the van to a crawl.
Speaker 1: As we got closer, I started thinking it looked like
Speaker 1: a cow laying there with its back to us. Once
Speaker 1: we got to within ten feet of it, I decided
Speaker 1: to get a better look, so I put the van
Speaker 1: in park and opened the door to get out. As
Speaker 1: I did so, it made a loud, metal clanking sound.
Speaker 1: Those van doors were famous for. That thing on the
Speaker 1: road popped its head up and looked right at us.
Speaker 1: This thing was covered in black hair. It had the
Speaker 1: head of a dog with a snout and ears that
Speaker 1: stood up right. It felt like all the blood rushed
Speaker 1: out of my body and my hair stood on end
Speaker 1: as I sat there looking at it, and Chuck kept
Speaker 1: asking what is that thing? But I couldn't register a
Speaker 1: logical explanation or give him a reasonable answer. This thing
Speaker 1: was huge. It must have weighed seven hundred pounds or more.
Speaker 1: Dogs don't get that big. It locked eyes on us
Speaker 1: for maybe ten seconds, and all we could do was
Speaker 1: stare back at it. Then the impossible happened. This monster
Speaker 1: of an animal stood up on two feet. It took
Speaker 1: a step towards us and put what looked like a
Speaker 1: hand on the hood of the van with enough pressure
Speaker 1: to rock it backward. My god, it had to be
Speaker 1: at least nine feet tall. It had to bend down
Speaker 1: to look at us through the windshield, and it glared
Speaker 1: down at us like a predator savoring its next meal
Speaker 1: right before it strikes. And that's when we saw its
Speaker 1: teeth had a mouthful of sharp canines, like a wolf
Speaker 1: or a were wolf. The girls were in the back
Speaker 1: screaming and crying, and I was frozen in place, and
Speaker 1: Chuck finally shouted, get us out of here, and that
Speaker 1: brought me back to reality. I grabbed the shifter and
Speaker 1: dropped it into gear and pushed the accelerator to the floorboard.
Speaker 1: We spun out, leaving a rooster tail of gravel and
Speaker 1: dusk in our wake. The monster, that's how I think
Speaker 1: of it, rolled off to the passenger side. It was
Speaker 1: a good thing he went that way. The driver's door
Speaker 1: was still open. At least he could have torn the
Speaker 1: door off. At worst, well, I don't want to think
Speaker 1: about the worst. I didn't slow down until we were
Speaker 1: back on the pavement, and the girls were inconsolable, so
Speaker 1: we took them home. There's nothing like a werewolf to
Speaker 1: put a damper on teenage hormones. And Chuck and I, oh, man,
Speaker 1: that thing ruined your date. Chuck and eyed down a
Speaker 1: few beers before I dropped him off, just to calm
Speaker 1: our nerves. Of course, of course you did. We must
Speaker 1: have been in shock or something. I don't remember either
Speaker 1: one of us speaking a word about what had just happened.
Speaker 1: Once I dropped him off, I drove home and I
Speaker 1: went straight to bed. The next morning, I was abruptly
Speaker 1: awakened by my dad, who made me go out to
Speaker 1: the driveway and look at the van. I expected to
Speaker 1: be yelled at for driving gravel roads and covering his
Speaker 1: black van with dust, but that wasn't what he wanted
Speaker 1: me to see. Pointing at the hood, he demanded, what
Speaker 1: the hell did you do to the van last night? Boy?
Speaker 1: I walked over to where he was standing, and I
Speaker 1: saw five large, deep claw marks running across the hood.
Speaker 1: What could I say? Sorry about that? Dad must have
Speaker 1: been that giant werewolf that did it. He would have
Speaker 1: thought I was nut, So I just said I don't know,
Speaker 1: and I had to pay for a new paint job. Anyway.
Speaker 1: A few days later, Chuck finally asked me what the
Speaker 1: hell we saw that night. I still didn't have an answer.
Speaker 1: The girls were pretty much done with us. Bringing a
Speaker 1: werewolf to a date has a way of doing that.
Speaker 1: This was all back in nineteen eighty two, so we
Speaker 1: didn't have the Internet to look these things up. Heck,
Speaker 1: we didn't even have cable until the following year. To
Speaker 1: this day. The only thing that I have seen that
Speaker 1: even closely resembles what we saw that night is the
Speaker 1: werewolf in the movie Van Helsing. Watching that movie made
Speaker 1: the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
Speaker 1: From what I've seen on the internet, I'm guessing it
Speaker 1: was a dog man that we saw. And here's something more.
Speaker 1: I have an uncle and three cousins who were all
Speaker 1: police officers. A few months after this happened, I was
Speaker 1: playing Nicholin dime poker with the family when I overheard
Speaker 1: my cousin, a Jefferson County canine officer, saying that a
Speaker 1: woman's body was found up in a tree and torn
Speaker 1: to shreds at tom Wallace Park. I took him outside
Speaker 1: and told him the story of what happened to my
Speaker 1: friends and me just a few months earlier. Although he
Speaker 1: did listen intently at the time, albeit with a look
Speaker 1: of bewilderment on his face, we never spoke of it again.
Speaker 1: Years later, he was shot and killed in the line
Speaker 1: of duty. I don't know exactly what I saw out
Speaker 1: there on that gravel road that night, but I do
Speaker 1: know that it was bad, nasty, evil and deadly. God
Speaker 1: only knows what would have happened if we'd already been
Speaker 1: parked there and it crept up on us. I'm not
Speaker 1: afraid of the woods, but I'm terrified of what I
Speaker 1: know is out there lurking around in them. Just look
Speaker 1: at all the people who go missing, never to be
Speaker 1: seen or heard from again