2.5 Hours of Encounters with the Strange and Odd

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello friends, Steve's talkton here with you. Welcome to Listener Stories,
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darkness and what secrets lie hidden in the night so
dim the lights. Settle in and prepare yourself for a
journey into the realm of the unexplained. The walking Pole.

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Hi Steve, here's my story about what happened to me,
my brother and partner. At the time. It was summer
of nineteen eighty one, around five am and light outside.
This happened in Port Talbot, South Wales, UK. We were
in our lounge chatting and we looked out the window
where there's a mountain with a white road going around
the side of it. Suddenly we saw a thirty foot

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walking pole. It was walking up the side of the
white road. And it had nothing holding it up. We
could see the bottom of it. We watched it for
about five minutes. It seemed to have a purpose, sort
of striding up the side of the mountain. We were gobsmacked.
My brother and I still both talk about it sometimes.
We called it the Postman. We were fifteen at the time.

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Thank you for inviting me to share with you. Much
appreciated love, Lisa Yahwie Encounters, Hello Stephen Bill. We love
listening to your National Park mysteries so thought we would
send in one of our encounters. We have attached some
photos to show you the location and the vegetation in

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the area to give you a feel for where we were.
Over the years, my wife Claire and I have watched
programs in articles on Bigfoot and other cryptids, but never
thought we would one day have a close encounter of
our own. Australia has its own version of Bigfoot, known
as the Yowi or hairy Man. It's shorter and stockier

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than Bigfoot, and witnesses say that its head sets bang
right on its shoulders, giving the impression that it doesn't
have any neck at all. It also has a flattened
nose and a reputation for being quite aggressive. Our first
encounter was brief. In early twenty ten, We stayed at
the Clear Mountain Lodge on Clear Mountain, about twenty five
miles northwest of Brisbane. The hotel is located right on

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top of the mountain, which is sparsely populated and covered
in thick bushlands. A bit further to the west is
the massive Diaguilar State Forest, which stretches further inland and
both to the north and to the south. Claire and
I both loved getting out of the city together, especially
away into the country to the peace and tranquility of nature.
It was not so far from the city where we lived,

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but far enough way to enjoy being alone for some
much needed us time. During the night, it rained heavily,
and the next morning, after breakfast in the restaurant, we
went out for a stroll around the decking. There was
no one else in sight, and we considered ourselves fortunate
to be the only ones outside enjoying the morning sunshine. Together,

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we gazed in wonder at the panoramic views. Bathed in
the glorious, soft golden light of the fresh, clear morning.
The wide brown decking was elevated high off the ground
and it wrapped around the front and side the hotel.
It was framed by a clear glass barrier and around
the side of the building. The decking ram past the
kitchens and then ramped downwards to ground level. At the

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bottom was the car parked to the right and dense
bushland to the left. When we ambled around to the
side of the building, I noticed strange muddy marks along
one side of the ramp that ran from the bottom
right up to where the kitchens were at the top,
and then they just stopped. That's odd, I thought to myself,
as I dropped's hand to have a closer look at them.

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Then I realized they looked like giant footprints. I stared
in disbelief emotion clear over and asked what she thought
they were. She just gave me that perplexed look of
what the We both started to shake our heads in disbelief,
for each mark clearly had the shape of a huge footprint,
with one large, big toe next to a row of

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smaller toes. Someone or something had walked along there with bare,
muddy feet early in the morning. I'm six feet tall
and solidly built, and I put my foot next to
the one and it was clearly double the size of
my foot. Clare and I stared at each other in amazement.
We were both clearly wondering who or what would walk

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around in bare feet in the rain and mud and
someone so big. Suddenly it dawned on me, it must
be Awie. We both took a sharp breath inward and
uttered an expletive. We followed muddy marks down to the
bottom of the ramp, and everyone looked the same. One
giant footprint after another. It confirmed we weren't imagining the

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first one. Clearly, something bipedal had walked from out of
the dense bushland up the ramp to the windows at
the kitchens at the top. It looked like it had
been standing outside the window and shuffling around for a while.
As there were lots of footprints close together and overlapping.
It was eerie to note that the footprints didn't go
anywhere though, they just seemed to stop. When we got home,

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we researched Yawi sidings and discovered that there had been
a lot of them in and around that area, which
just added to its credibility. Claire and I also loved
the hitterland area of the Gold Coast and the national
parks in that area. The Springbrook National Park is the
first of a stirring of huge national parks that stretch
over one hundred miles inland and over eight hundred miles

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to the south around Springbrook and far to the west
into the Lamington National Park. The terrain is often steep
and rugged, with deep gorges and dense bush land, much
of it more like rainforest with thick tropical undergrowth. We
loved to go and have overnight stays in different places,
and one weekend we stayed ad a place called the

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Lyre Bird Retreat. It was set on private land with
four cabins scattered amongst the thick bracket and lush ferny rainforest.
The cabins were all erected along a single track to
wound its way deep into the undergrowth, yet they were
spaced out far enough apart that you couldn't see the
next cabin along at all. It was so remote that

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there wasn't even a mobile phone signal there, and the
only other dwelling was the owner's house, which was much
back at the main entrance from the access road. The
cabins were at ground level at the front, where there
was also a space to park. At the back was
wooden decking with a table and chairs and a barbecue
as a landsloped. The deck at the back was about

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three to four feet off the ground, and the vegetation
came right up to the back and sides of the buildings.
We've included a few photos so can get a feel
for the location and area. Later in the year, we
decided to get married, inviting just our grown up children,
their partners, and a few close friends. We thought it
would be a great idea to hire all four cabins

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for the weekend and actually get married right there in
the rainforest, so that's what we did. Our biggest worry
was the many venomous snakes the owners had warned us about,
but it turned out it was the leeches which gave
us the most grief. Everyone had one on them at
some point, which gives you an indication of how dense
the vegetation was. Everyone came and stayed a couple of nights,

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and we were married on the back decking. With the
weekend over, everyone eventually left, except for Claire's best friend
Carrie and her partner Joe, who stayed on an extra
night with us. After our first trip there, we discovered
it was actually a hot spot for Gali and in fact,
to our surprise, it was actually the number one hot
spot in Australia. There were so many stories of Yaowi

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encounters in the area. Many people who lived in the
local town of Springbrook or had visited seemed to have
Yaowi stories, with warnings to visitors to be wary of
going into the dense undergrowth, especially at night. Builders working
on houses there and heard loud, blood curdling roars emanating
from the surrounding bushland and had hurriedly finished their works.

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They didn't have to go back into that area again.
It was just the four of us left there now,
and Joe and Carey came around to our cabin for
barbecue and drinks. Joe was Aboriginal and a very intelligent guy.
He worked as a lecturer in Aboriginal studies for a
university and had traveled the world extensively to places like

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Machu Picchu and had even been inside the Giza Pyramids.
He was also an elder for his tribe and deeply
involved with the Aboriginal culture, so I thought he would
be a great person to ask about Yaowis. I tentatively
asked him if he thought Yaoi's It really existed, and
he just calmly said, yes, they do, without any doubt.

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He told me how his granddad had seen them many times,
and how when he was young he used to tell
him stories about the hairy men. He told me how
he had seen them himself when he was young, so
he knew they really existed. He said that all Aborigines
know they're real, and it's just Western culture who find
it hard to believe. He explained that they live in

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the higher parts of the mountains or it's in the
hospitable and they're left alone. He told me it was
ironic how many Aboriginals were accusing the white people of
stealing their lands from them, because originally it hadn't been
their land at all. He said, it's written in their
folklore of how when the Aboriginals first arrived in Australia
tens of thousands of years ago, it was already occupied

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by the hairy men. The Aborigines had fought with them,
and because the Aborigines were smarter, the hairy men eventually
were forced to retreat to the hills, leaving the nice
coastal areas to the new arrivals. I asked how the
Aborigines can claim they had their land taken from them
by the white men they themselves had originally taken it
off the Harrymen. He just laughed and said they know

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very well, but were just taking advantage of white people
not having the courage to believe something like the yaow
it could actually be real. We talked about it for
a while, and he mentioned that where we were staying
is just the sort of area they live in. Ky said,
tell them about last night, and he told us how
late the night before he had since there was something

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outside their cabin in the undergrowth. He had that indigenous
sixth sense so many of us don't pay attention to,
and was in tune with the land. It stood in
their cabin silently in the dark for ages, watching out
the window, knowing there was something out there watching back.
At one point he had actually seen something bipedal moving

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through the undergrowth and also saw the silhouette of it
in a small clearing. He said, there was definitely a
Yao around there. Joe and Carry left the next day
and we had a couple more days there on our
own on our final night, we thought we might as
well have the barbecue one last time for dinner. It
was dark and lightly raining outside, so we decided to

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cook out there but eat inside. I turned the lights
on and went out onto the day to get the
back and fired the barbecue up to cook on. I
had that distinct feeling of being watched. Claire and I
are very sensitive and had many unusual experiences, so we
listened to those senses, and they were usually right. I
would agree in science, and so I'm also very analytical.

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That's my profession, and I don't easily jump to wild conclusions.
The rainforest had been alive with sounds all weekend, but
I noticed it was now eerily silent when the barbecue
heat it up. I went back out to put the
food on it. As I was placing the sausages on
the grill, I heard a big crack as a twig
snap not far away. It wasn't a lightweight twig, it

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was piercing snap from a reasonably thick twig. I stood there,
motionless and silent for a while, peering into the darkness
and listening. I couldn't hear anything moving at all, as
you would expect if it was an animal, there a
reason to make a crack like that would require a
reasonable amount of weight, so I was surprised. I didn't

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hear whatever it was moving around, or the rustling of
leaves that say, maybe a python might make slithering around
in the scrub. A few minutes later, there was another
distinct crack a few yards further over. Again I looked
and listened into the undergrowth, but it was silent. I
went inside. I later came back out to check how

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things were cooking. The smell of meat cooking was now
wafting into the surrounding undergrowth, and again I felt like
something was watching me, this time even stronger than before.
Other than the lightly falling rain, it was silent, then
cracked wall, but maybe two or three more cracks close
to together, each slowly getting closer, and then silence again.

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There was something moving around. I didn't feel good being
out there anymore. I went back in and told Claire
I was hearing strange noises outside and thought there was
something out there, but also that it was probably just
me because I didn't want to scare so understandably, she
didn't really pay much attention to it. I went back
out for the final time, straight away I heard something

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moving in the bushes. This time it was really close,
not more than twenty to twenty five yards away. I
froze and stared intently and listened. I could actually hear
it stepping through the undergrowth. I could hear each individual step,
the sound of one leg slowly pushing through the undergrowth,
and then the crack of a twig fall by the

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same again with the other, and then a pause. I
hadn't been drinking, and I know I wasn't imagining it.
It was definitely bipedal. It wasn't any sort of four
legged animal or python on. It had to be either
a human or a ylley. Either way, creeping around in
the dark undergrowth on private property at night, in the

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middle of nowhere and stalking our cabin wasn't good. More
twigs were cracking, and I could hear the rustle but
pushing through the vegetation. I was terrified. I was ready
expecting it to appear at any second. The deck was
only three or four feet off the ground, and by
the time I would be able to see it, it
could be stepping over the railing onto the deck. It

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was now taking four to five steps then stopping completely
for about a minute. Then it would start moving again.
Each time it seemed to be slowly inching its way closer.
I grabbed the food from the barbecue as quickly as
I could. It started moving again and seemed to have
stopped caring if it was being heard now and was

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taking about six to eight quick steps at a time.
I turned around, peering into the darkness, trying to see it,
but couldn't. I knew exactly where it was, I just
couldn't see it because it was pitch black and the
vegetation was too thick to see through. It was moving
more across now rather than towards me. I could hear
it moving to the right, as if it was circling

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around our cabin. It didn't want to come any closer.
I turned the barbecue off and went inside and quickly
locked the door, pretending it would make me feel safer.
As I turned around to tell Claire what had happened,
the censor light suddenly went off out on the front
of the cabin and lit up the entire front area
where the car was parked. Claire jumped up and said

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there was someone out there and that they had sent
the censer off. Remember I hadn't told her yet what
I had just heard out the back. We couldn't see
what it was, and we weren't game to go out
and look. We turned the inside lights off and peered out.
As I started to tell her what had happened out
the back, the sensor light tripped and clicked back on

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a number of times, so it was still around out
the front, setting off the sensor, but just keeping out
of the light. Eventually it stayed off, and we finally
sat down to eat. Uneasily. I told Claire about what
I'd heard the final time I had gone out the
back and the earlier times, and how there was definitely
something on two feet moving through the undergrowth. We spent

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a nervy night wondering if whatever it was was still
around or would return. Our bed was right by the
main sliding door, which had Florida ceiling glass, and the
bathroom had a Florida ceiling glass wall looking right into
the undergrowth, with no blinder curtain to shut any stalking
eyes out. Every time we looked up from the bed
or went to the toilet, we half expected to see

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something standing outside looking in a couple of nights earlier,
Claire had said she thought she'd seen two red eyes
outside the bathroom in the middle of the night, but
we dismissed it at the time. The owners told us
that the other three cabins were unoccupied that night, so
we knew we were there on our own. It gave
us both the creeps, just thinking that there was something

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lurking around outside in the undergrowth in the dark. The
next morning, in the daylight, we went around to the
back of the cabin and down to roughly where the
noises had been coming from to see if we could
see anything. One strange thing we found were branches which
had clearly been snapped off trees, laid out in uniform
patterns on the ground in a way that could not

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happen naturally. We knew about Yowie's and that spring Brook
is the number one hotspot for them, but we never
imagined that we might encounter one there too. Yet we
both came to accept that we must have. We know
that feeling now, and whenever we hear of others having
strange encounters or that feeling of being stalked, those cold,

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prickly goosebumps come crawling back all over our bodies again,
just like an old friend telling us to trust their
gut feeling and run. Signed Mark and Claire. My encounter
with a dark being. My encounter was what I suppose
that people were referring to as a shadow man. It

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was when I was about twenty one years old, although
to me it just seemed like a huge dark mass
without the defining features of legs or arms. Although it
did stand upright now as I think about it, it
seemed almost as if it was robed with a hood
on its head. At that time, i'd moved back in
with my parents after a time of living out of
town working with some buddies. I turned a utility building

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on my parents' property into my bedroom, and a friend
of the family had come by for a visit. While
I was going to work one day, she decided she
would go out and cleanse my bedroom of any negative
or evil spirits. When I got home, my mom told
me what her friend had done. Well. I was grateful
because back then speaking of cleansing a home was common knowledge.

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But up to this time, though, I had not had
any negative vibes inside my bedroom. But if our friend
wanted to make sure that my room was clear, of evil.
That was fine with me. Well that night, after I
turned in for bed, lights out and the only light
coming into my room was through the windows, I looked
up to suddenly see a dark figure standing by my bed.

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It was standing only about six inches away from my bedside.
It was about six feet tall, with a pointed shaped head,
possibly as if it were wearing a hood over its head,
and it was darker than the darkness in my room.
Wasting no time and drawing heavily upon my religious teachings
and beliefs, I began rebuking this ghastly being in the
name of Jesus, while simultaneously turning the bedside lamp on,

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and immediately it vanished from my room instead of cleansing
my room of evil spirits, to my shocking surprise, undoubtedly
my friend had actually dropped off an evil spirit into
my room. This didn't surprise me because it was allegedly
believed by some folks, but our friend practiced witchcraft from
time to time, although she was a professing Christian. I

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can't say that our friend meant any wrongdoing when she
decided to clean my room that day, and I'd always
consider here's a person to look too for spiritual guidance.
But I wonder if the line between Esotericism and Christianity
became a blur for her at times, or maybe she
just moved from one to the other once she desired
to do so. I guess the good moral of the

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story is be sure and know the person who's cleansing
your house of evil spirits. They have to really have
power with the Most High God in order to cleanse
your house. Well, I hope you enjoyed this story. Thank
you for sharing Clifton, California glimmer Man encounter. Hi. I

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want to share my own story and hope to bring
more awareness to the topic. English is my second language,
so please excuse me if my storytelling isn't good. I
was an international student in two thousand and seven when
this encounter happened. That time, I used to live alone
in a small two story townhouse in Arcadia, a small
town located within Los Angeles in southern California. College life

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was stressful for me. I skipped many classes and missed
many class assignment deadlines, and that caused me to have depression.
One evening, after watching TV all day inside my bedroom
and doing nothing productive, I wanted to go to the
kitchen downstairs to cook dinner. I turned off the TV,
got up and walked to the door. When I opened

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the bedroom door, I saw a translucent humanoid thing. It
was sitting on the floor in the common area with
legs crossed and its back faced my direction. I was
so shocked and terrified when I saw it. I clearly
saw its outlines. It was cloaked like the alien in
the Predator movie. It was about five to six feet

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tall and a thin body. I felt a strong malevolent
energy coming from it. I closed back my bedroom door
and locked it from the inside. When it started to
get up slowly and walk toward me, I tried to
stay awake that night. With possibility that it could go
through solid and walls cross my mind. I turned on
an audio Bible with maximum volume and prayed to God

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to send this divine protection. I didn't come out until
the following day around noon because I thought sunlight from
the windows would make that thing go away. The day after,
it was gone, and I didn't ever see it again.
Thank you for your time, Signed Albert Lake, Jacomo Glimmerman.

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Good day. My name is Christina. I have an experience
with a translucent entity that I would like to share
with you. I main concern his seeking answers to what
exactly I've witnessed well at Lake Jacomo on two separate occasions,
the second one being dark energies or black slash gray orbs,
possibly the fay or forest spirits. The first incident was

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right around four years ago. I know this because the
other day I found the citation I had received on
my car from being at the lake past closing time,
which is sunset. Finding it brought the feelings I'd experienced
that night and for several months, even years afterwards, back
to me. These feelings consist of a deep need to know,
almost to the point of obsession, what I saw and

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what other people have seen as well. I need answers,
So let me explain. Myself and my boyfriend were at
Lake Jacomo sometime in April twenty seventeen. I could tell
you the exact date if I had the citation in
front of me, but it's put away anyway. He and
I love to be out in nature, digging up plants
to plant in the yard, or picking flowers, or just

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being outdoors. We also collect things like rocks, interesting ones
with crystals, also driftwood and my favorite arrowheads, things like that.
We also collect old bottles and you can find most
of these things there. So it was probably around six
pm on that spring night when we arrive at the lake.
The sun doesn't set until about seven thirty eight. That's

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when they locked the gates, and it's posted. Thinking about it,
it's funny because they only locked down part of the lake.
The rest of the lake you can go to all
night long anytime anyway. So we mess around, find a
snake and video it. Then I go my own way
looking for something cool to add to our collection. My
boyfriend stays up on a rock cliff face and I

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venture down into the area below where he is and
go around the corner. We're probably fifty feet apart, but
I can't see him and he can't see me. He
told me that he heard a splash in the water
just a good ten minutes after I went down to
where I was, which I wasn't near the water, and
he thought maybe it was me messing with him, but
I know it wasn't. And he thought he felt a

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presence of something and maybe saw movements out of a
peripheral vision, which he also then again thought it was me,
and he looked and didn't see anything. So then his
mind started wandering, thinking that I was somehow doing some
sort of magic or something and messing with his head,
which isn't something that I would do because I'm not
a practitioner witchcraft at all. Well, he says, he hollers

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for me, calls my name several times, and I didn't
hear him. Not one time. I didn't hear anything. And
so eventually he comes down and finds me. At this point,
it's after dark, so we walked over toward my car
to leave. Before we go, though, he decides to go
down to the water to do whatever it is he
wanted to do. That's when I found a citation on

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my car for being there after curfew, which I just
found again the other day, and it reminded me of
this whole thing all over again. My car was parked
roughly forty five feet down off the road. The road
is on a curve of the guardrail. It's also parked
about thirty five feet from the water where he is.
I'm standing by my car when I hear what I

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assume as someone walking up with the road. It definitely
sounded by a pedal footsteps, crunching leaves. I mean clearly,
I can hear the leaves and the little twigs breaking,
So it's obvious to me that somebody was up there
and wanted me to know it. They weren't trying to
be stealthy. But when I look up there first, I
didn't see anything. As I'm watching and listening and hearing,

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I begin to make out a shimmery sea through moving thing.
To me, it looked like water moving like on the
the Abyss when that water thing comes out of the
water and is moving like that, in a different shape,
not any tubular water funnel. It was like a body
or a mass of water walking. And when I say walking,
I mean I could see its movements, and it was

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seemingly moving forward in a walking fashion, and it was
crunching the leaves as it did so, telling me that
it had mass and some weight behind it, even though
it was practically invisible. By practically invisible, I mean I
could see it, but it was definitely clear and see through.
If it wasn't moving, I might not have seen it
at all. It what seemed to me to feel like

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almost a state of shock, like my mind was denying
what I'm looking at trying to make sense of it.
There was nothing I could compare it to that I've
ever witnessed before. Besides in the movies. I could see
through it and I had to really focus, and I'm like,
am I really saying this? There's something walking up there.

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I could see it moving, like you can just tell
when something's moving, and there's just enough light behind it
coming from the street light that i can see it
shimmer as it moved. And I'm sure no more than
a minute or two goes by, and my mind still
isn't sure what I'm looking at and is still in denial.
It seemed to be about ten to twelve feet tall,
I swear, but I'm not the best judge of those things.

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So I kept looking trying to figure out what it
is I'm looking at, and I'm hearing it, and it's
definitely walking. I can totally hear it and see something.
And I'm about forty five to fifty feet down from
where it is. It wasn't trying to be quiet, so
it wanted me to know it was there. So my
boyfriend comes up towards me and I say, hey, baby,
I think there's somebody up there. Why don't you check

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it out? My boyfriend is bold and pretty much fearless,
and I know he can handle himself, and at that time,
I didn't feel there was any danger, or I would
have sent him up there. So he walks up there.
I didn't tell him what I was thinking or what
I saw either, because I wasn't sure at that point
and I didn't want him to think I was crazy,
and I also needed some personal confirmation that I'm not crazy.

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So he goes up there and checks it out, comes
back down and I asked, was there somebody up there?
He's like there was something up there? And my stomach
just drops and I'm like, oh my gosh, I'm really
not crazy. And you saw it too, and he's like, yeah,
I did. I said what was it? He said, I

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don't know exactly, and it just stepped over the guardrail
and was gone. At that point, I'm like, okay, let's go.
We get in the car and we leave. That's when
I started getting it really freaked out for some reason.
I don't know why, but I became overwhelmingly scared right
then because I didn't know what it was and he
confirmed what I thought I saw. I really saw it,

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and I felt like there was no denying it. I
really did, and it scared me. There was something invisible
walking and watching us, and clearly it wanted us to
know that it was there. So we get around to
the gate that they locked because it was after dark
and weren't supposed to be out of there. So he
walks like a football field away from me, trying to

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find somebody to open the gate, and I'm freaking out
the whole time because he left me in the car
by myself, and I'm thinking it's going to come back
and get me. He eventually comes back to the car
and we ended up driving around the big stones they
placed around the gate to keep people in or out
so people can't drive around it. We found a way,
and I was terrified the whole time, mainly because I
didn't know what it was and I never saw anything

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like that before or heard of anything like that. But
we got out of there, and I was obsessed for
the longest time with figuring out what it was. I
googled it everything I could think of, and I came
across the Reddit story and your other stories about some
witness encounters with invisible beings in the woods. But no
definitive answers. These were just stories people told, just like me.

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But nobody seems to know what it is, and I'm
sure people thought I was nuts for a while because
I was talking about it because I wanted to know
what it was. I wanted to know what it was,
why it was there, where it came from, and why
it shows us least someone is not a small town.
A lot of people by can hike out there along

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with fishing and camping, so I was hoping that somebody
else had seen it as well. How am I going
to find out unless I talk about it, share my
story and ask questions. But as you would expect, everybody
just kind of looked at me like I was crazy.
My boyfriend wouldn't talk about with anyone, barely would even
talk about it with me, and there I was obsessed

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over it. Eventually, you know, I just got tired of
looking without finding any answer, so I kind of put
it out of my mind. After I spent hours researching,
telling people my story, asking people, with no real progress
being made and no real answers and solving my riddle.
I even went back and visited the lake by myself,
trying to say, see if I could see it again.
I went in the daytime. Though I'm not that brave,

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I mean, I really wanted an answer. My desire to
find answers was stronger than my fear of this entity.
Who knows if I ran into it again by myself,
I might change my mind about which one was stronger.
When I found my citation the other day, it came
back into my mind and has become a strong guiding
focal point again in my life. Seems like it's not

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quite as taboo to talk about such things as it
was even four years ago, and I want to find
answers still. I'm hoping that you or somebody will talk
about it on the show or other shows, and amongst
the people that you communicate with, or just anyone in
general you come across and get the ball roll on
finding more evidence on what it is. Who else has

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had sightings so on. I know more and more sightings
of these invisible creatures have happened, and I believe we
need to know and should be making it a priority
to find out what they are exactly. I feel something
they can cloak itself with invisibility is a big deal
and we should educate ourselves on what we're dealing with,
and you would think the government would be all over that.

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I won't settle for assumptions. We need to know what
they are. No guessing. I've heard Bigfoot and aliens, but
I want to know for sure. I want to know,
no question, Okay. So that was the first experience at
Lake Jacomo. The other one was just a couple months
ago when I went to the lake all by myself

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because I'm a big girl, but kidding, making jokes, but
I was alone and on this day there was nobody
out there. I could have screamed and there would have
been nobody near enough to hear me. The overall energy
was a little unnerving. I typically always walk down a
certain trail and I go down with the water and
I look for driftwood, and then I go back to
the trail and keep walking around, checking on my little

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spots for gorgeous driftwood. I can't live without. That day,
it just felt different. I felt uneasy, and I thought
I heard somebody or something while I was down with
the water, but I didn't see anybody, and I know
for a fact there were no cars parked at the
trailhead when I came down. Just moments before, I couldn't
remember feeling like I needed to constantly be aware of

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my surroundings. And generally I'm stuck in the dirt looking
for arrowheads or looking for driftwood, and I'm not paying
attention to my surroundings. But that day something told me
that I needed to. Of course, there was also the
fact that I kept seeing what I thought was a
bird flying from one tree to another out of my
perier pro vision when I looked up there, but there
would be nothing there, and it happened several times. Once again,

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I told myself, you're leaving, but I didn't leave. Instead,
I got my phone out and I started recording, and
I went on for about I don't know twenty minutes,
turned around and went back, ignoring my gut feelings. But
I made it out of there. And when I got home,
I went over my video footage and lo and behold,
I caught a black orb. But I know I saw

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it following me around. I caught it no less than
fourteen times on three different videos. This plus a couple
other different anomalies, and I would like to know what
they are and what it meant. I did look up
orbs and their colors and meanings. Black orbs usually get
a bad reputation because they usually accompany something bad happening
to somebody. But the role of these entities, as far

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as I understood it to be, is to make you uncomfortable,
so you leave a certain situation because there's something in
the area or in front of you that's going to
harm you. So really, in my eyes, they are a blessing.
It's like they're watching out for you. Even if they
make you feel uncomfortable, it's for a good reason. The
same token I didn't leave when I felt like I

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should have that day. Instead, I kept going and recording,
and nothing bad happened to me. So maybe they weren't
even black orbs after all. Maybe they were some other
type entity. I don't know, but I sure would like
some answers. Thanks, Signed Christina my Strange Encounters. My story

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is similar to some I've heard on your channel. However,
it happened to me before I ever knew there were
other stories out there. It started as I began studying
ancient folk religions for a class in university. At least,
I believe this type of thinking is what conditioned my
mind to be sensitive and perceptive to the experience. Come
near the end of the semester, I was tripping acid

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before final exams. The trip I had was beyond belief.
I was sitting on the couch when all of a
sudden or slowly, I could not tell time, there was
a haunting gale that became audible like a tornado had
surrounded my apartment. Then, from out of an electrical socket
came multiple around ten small creatures that I at the

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time called electric elves. They were several inches tall and
a dark color. They were laughing and giggling as they
crawled all over my body. However, I felt no sensation,
only visual and audible registers of the phenomenon. Now, I've
tripped many times before, and this encounter was completely unlike
anything I'd ever experienced because of how tangible and real

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it was. My girlfriend was with me and her usually
timid dog. The dog was lying under the bed for
most of the day, but as soon as this experience
came on, the dog came right out from the bedroom
and crawled onto my lap. The dog was completely relaxed,
so I was too. I eventually got up and moved
from the couch after my girlfriend began a conversation, thus

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ending the experience. But this was only the beginning. The
days to come would yield much more vivid sensations of
the other worldly, and I was much more sober too,
debunking the idea that it was purely an induced hallucination
due to the drug. I could not stay at my
normal place because of vivid apparitions that would come to
me after the long study session. Even weeks before my

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intake of any hallucinigen, I saw many things manifest in
the dark void in my closet late at night, something
that could only be explained as religious. I saw a
four winged owl and what appeared to be three shadow
figures and a much smaller hooded figure beside them. Even
when I closed my eyes, I could not stop seeing

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these things. I noticed that my ability to understand my
studies had greatly increased, and I was designing complete chemical
processes out of my head and making inferences to the
most complex quantum mechanical principles and atomic properties that were
not taught to me at the level of school that
was at This is something even professional chemists to have
trouble doing. I feel like this increased level of insight

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was due to the thinning of the veil that was
already occurring around me, like accessing another dimensional found of
knowledge and power. I had to get out of this house,
but the end of the semester was here, so to
take my final exams, I rented a hotel room for
a week and went to work. During and after my
last test, I kept feeling the uncontrollable urge to get

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on a plane without a set destination, but I eventually
settled on Phoenix, Arizona, due to my girlfriend having family
in the area. I would make it to the city,
but the first night proved to be too much for me.
I resisted several uncontrollable urges to get on the plane,
but eventually succumbed to the external pressure backoning me onward

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and dropped everything and took the flight. Even on the plane,
I felt the sensation that I was leaving this world
in one way or another. I did not arrange for
a hotel, choosing instead to spend the first night under
the stars to get a better look at them. I
climbed the top a two story building and laid out
on the roof. From this roof, I saw an extremely

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large triangular craft with lights running evenly spaced along its
trim in the air. I stayed here for some time
and was then shown two balls of light far in
the distance of the night sky. They were plummeting directly
into the earth, one after the other. However, there were
no tails like shooting stars. Though they did give off

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a reddish light. Their trajectory did not match any meteor,
as they moved at a ninety degree angle, with the
ground meeting it at a point in the distance. There
was no sound of impact or a flash of light.
I knew immediately this was it what I'd been brought
out here to see. In order to get a better
look at both phenomenons, I tried to climb down to

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the ground. It seemed to be as easy as when
I climbed up, but when I committed to the climb,
I felt a shift of gravity and was pulled backwards
off the ledge by some external force. I hit the ground,
breaking my wrist and elbow, as well as shattering a
vertebrae in my back. In the hospital, I saw a
reflection in the metal light above my hospital bed of

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my own funeral with all my family. However, my casket
was open and the service was being held in the
Househoeard initially started having the visuals in the closet instead
of a church. I looked away several times for long periods,
hoping it would go away, but every time I looked
up at the light, it was still there. Also, one

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of my nerveses seemed to know what was happening to
me and wrote a strange ruine on the glass window
to the bathroom of the hospital room. It looked like
something a cult and was no way of a medical
or scientific symbol, as I atrained chemist and electrician, a
man of science. The following day I was moved out
of this room that was in a tower into a

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separate tower. After my transfer, I attempted to locate the
first tower I was in, but it seemed to not exist,
as there were no signs in the hospital for it.
I was crippled for a long time, but after my surgery,
I had rods inserted into my back that completely returned
my mobility with basically no pain. It was a literal
miracle that i'd bone fragments lodged in my spinal cord

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that should have at least partially paralyzed me. The weirdness
of visions did not stop there. I returned to my
hometown after being released from the hospital in Phoenix and
immediately moved down the old haunted house I was staying
in before. My parents were skeptical but helped me as
they could tell I was experiencing something strange, having told
them of the off feelings I was having even before

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my trip to Arizona. I moved into a hotel. While
I was waiting for the paperwork to process for a
new lease. At this hotel, I had several visions, mainly
if a floating heave, an old man telling me something
I couldn't make out, possibly insulting me. I was awake
for this, not dreaming, as I got up from the
bed after the vision disappeared to make sure. Then, after

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moving into my new apartment, it seems that not only
did whatever was at the first house follow me, but
it had been amplified by my experience in Phoenix. The
first strange thing happened about a week into my new lease.
I was in bed and fell asleep like usual. It
is where I woke up that truly startled me. I
came to on my balcony of the third floor and

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was thrust into a literal fight for my life with
a force I could not see, but it was a
very strong It was trying to force me over the
railing to fall to the ground below, probably trying to
finish the job from earlier when I had survived. I
was screaming and panting in a cold sweat, but managed
to wrestle myself back inside and close the door, bolting
it shut. I immediately broke down at the sheer gravity

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in the situation and had to call my girlfriend to
let her know. She knew weird things were happening and
did not know what to make of it, but she
was worried and was inclined to agree with me. I
had been completely normal before these things started happening. The
next phenomena HA happened to me occurred late at night,
again as they did at the first residence. Though were many,
many figures that looked like alien are extra dimensional. They

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were phantasmal as if made of energy or matters that
we are not. One of them appeared to be in charge,
and he would look directly at me while standing over
my bed. I never felt fair and actually smiled at
them because I could tell they were harmless or if
they did want to hurt me, they would just do it.
They were trying to show me something. Whatever that was,

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my room would be full of several of these creatures,
all of different appearances, all metaphysical in nature. It seems
they came through my window like the moonlight itself. Eventually,
the visions lessened and as I healed. Perhaps they were
involved in my injury and recovery, perhaps as a study
of our medical capabilities, or just because in their infinite

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transcendental existence they were bored and see us as playthings.
Whatever happened to me cannot be written off as a
mere psychedelic experience, as I was not under the influence
of hallucinogens for ninety percent of the encounters. I feel
that whatever it is can completely control and manipulate our
brain waves and possibly in our bodies as a possession.

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May it be demons, aliens, ghosts, spirits of nature. I
do not know, nor am I going to stress the specifics.
I just know what I saw and felt, and it
was too real. I felt a new sense of agency
after this experien like I'd been chosen to bear some
higher knowledge than most of my fellow men and had
to pay a flesh price for it with my vertebra

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bone that was extracted from my body. I do not
want this power to connect to the other side, nor
do I want it. I simply am it signed Gray,
blessed and cursed. From birth, I guess the Lord had
a plan that was going to be very unique for me.
I was born an identical twin. I came second, my

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brother coming first. He was deceased at birth. My mom
told me it changed my dad forever. That day he
was in the hallway of the hospital crying like a
baby when the doctor came out and said, come back in,
she's having another baby. There's another one in the womb.
He gave my dad a new hope, I guess, but
he was never the same again. What was to come

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from my birth and my brother's passing was going to
be unique for me growing up and in manhood as well.
We grew up in a city at Ohio called Norwood.
At the top was a sacred mound called Indian Mound,
an old Indian burial ground. Growing up, I would hear
a lot of stories it was cursed. All those buildings

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a city right next to and on top of an
Indian burial ground, the Indian souls had been disturbed clearly,
and throughout life, it seems like the whole town was cursed.
My first incident happened when I was about eight. We
lived rough growing up. My dad was a bad alcoholic.
He would come in every night and beat on my
mom and throw plates of food against the wall. I

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was forced to become a young man quicker than most.
I walked my sister to school every day. It was
my duty, so I took it seriously. We lived on
Lynden Avenue, the end of Lynden Avenue that sat on
a hill, and at the top you could see a
cross over into the woods right there and you were
at Indian Mound, decent amount of forest that ran all

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the way up to Linder Park in Paradise Pond as well.
One warm day, walking home from school, the woods to
the left of us and the houses are on the right.
I'd always kept my little sister to the inside, the
safest point from any danger. We were half a block
away from home. Went out of nowhere. I heard what
sounded like a whoop and a snort as a rock
crashes into the street right beside us. Startled by the sound,

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we both jumped a bit off to the side, just
out of instinct invade what had to come our way.
I turned around and gave a look behind us. Didn't
see anything out of the way, no kids playing tricks,
no cars either, so I turned around and we continued walking.
But even ten minutes later, a bigger rock comes crashing
down the street, as well as another whoop, causing us

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to jump in the air as it hit the street.
My sister was really afraid at this point. I look
over toward the woods this time, and what I envisioned
next was frightening. Standing in between the cut of the
woods was a creature, black and light gray hair coming
off its arms and two legs, a dark tan, leathery face,
but mostly hair on its face, though not skins showing.

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Like I said, it moved so defensive to not be spotted,
as it had a huge muscular build as well, about
seven to eight feet tall and pushing six hundred pounds.
It was moving left to right, it's arms shaking two
small trees that were a bit taller as it moved
back and forth evasively and methodically. This thing was quite scary.

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The build of this thing, just even seeing it vaguely
was frightening for kids our age. I turned to my
sister and say, run now, don't look back. I grabbed
her hand and we bowled off around the corner, down
the hill to her house, first through the front door,
and I run into the kitchen and tell my mom
call the police. Now there's a monster up on Indian Mound. Mom,

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growling and whooping and throwing rocks at us. It was
trying to hit us. As my mother turns, she gives
me a look as she says, kids, these days, you're
all crazy. She paid it no attention and told us
to go to our rooms and do her homework. I
remember being so damn mad that she wouldn't believe us,
and because of that, we might be taken during this
night from our beds with this thing, and it would

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surely track us down and come through our window and
take us, or would come out of the woods and
grab us the next day on our way to school
or on the way home. We were so traumatized by
what had happened. We never went that route ever again.
I'd heard the stories, but these creatures were supposed to
be deep in the woods, not woods like ours. I mean,
there were a lot of woods in Norwood, but there

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was a lot of city as well. All the woods
ran along the outer edge of the city and formed
in a full circle, and the railroad tracks ran right
smack through the middle of town from the north side
through to the south. So I figured this creature had
to have traveled here and just didn't want to be
seen that day. This was my first encounter. I'd have
two more encounters of the creatures in my life, and

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the next one would come later. As a young man
while fishing was my best friend up by Lake Callan
in the northeastern Ohio. The stars must have been lined
that night because this fishing trip was going to be
like changing. We just didn't know it yet. My dad
and my two uncles, Rocky and Mike, a former Army ranger.

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We're heading to Tom's Mountain and old buddy, my uncle
Mike's had a big piece of land out by the
Miami Whitewater Forest sat right beside it. That setup of
having that park and all that forest was key, I
believe in what happened later that night. We got to
Tom's Mountain and made the climb, and it was a
hell of a climb just to get up there just
to fish. It was dam well near a ninety degree

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climb up, and it was a warm September day. We
got to the top and were nearly worn out. You
always threw your gear down and bent over to suck
air after that climb, hands on knees, But it was
always worth it. The fishing was killer always. Now it
started as an ounty deger he climb, but then flattened
out a half mile up and Lake one was perfectly flat.

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But on the north side was another climb up a
sixty degree angle up to Lake two, another one hundred,
one hundred and fifty yards up, but no one ever
had the energy to go any further. Why the fishing
was killer. As I said, there was a ridge that
started from the climb up to Lake two that ran
all the way back towards Toms but wrapped back around
towards Lake two. We're talking about six thousand acres. Miami

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Whitewater Forest sat right next to it, so we're talking
massive forest mass, waterways, lakes on and plenty of game deer, rabbits, squirrels,
et cetera. We started fishing. The cows were over on
the left side of the lake. The forest sat three
feet from lake one hard to fish the left side.
We'd always get our lines hung up in the trees,

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so no one ever hardly fished that side. Un let's
use the artificial bait and casting sideways. The fish were
biting like crazy that day, everyone catching. The day went
fast as always, there was a beautiful place, and the
fishing slowed down out of nowhere. So we all set
up for the night fishing, part we'd never done before

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out there anyway, slip bobbers on the mint buckets full
of bait. We switched over for crappie fishing. Well. We
were catching one here and there. In about twelve midnight,
the cows got up the left, out of nowhere to
the lake too. We thought nothing of it and kept fishing.
About an hour later, up falling up the ridge, and
we heard something coming our way, moving slow, snapping, cracking,

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moving evasively, almost methodical, we thought, dear, kept on fishing,
even though I had a weird feeling come over, I mean, like,
what if it's something else. I quickly shrugged that off
and fished on. Well. Everything shut down about forty five
minutes later to a halt, and I hated it. When
that happened, so I thought, well, I'll go over and

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fish the left side. I knew where if our foothole was,
where i'd catch a couple more if all left field
always did. So I decided to make my move over,
grab my pole in the metal bucket and the lanner.
That way we'd have all the light to see what
we were doing. We had night sticks on our barbers anyway,
so well as I got to the turn to hit
the left side, I'll put the lantern on. Who I'd

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be fishing went out of nowhere. Light hit on a
creature that was crouched down on two legs, not four
or three e but two. It had an arm in
the water and was scooping water. When it realized it
had a light on it, it slowly pulled its hand
up out of the water, and I saw the water
dripping slowly from its hand. It slowly turned its head

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over its left shoulder to glance at me, started growling,
let out a low curdling mouth opening growl. Slowly it
opened its eyes. There were a wicked yellow colored spur
was layered maybe three quarters of an inches, some kind
of thick and a beautiful cinnamon color and four k
nine teeth I'd seen, as well a mouthful of other teeth,
all muscle. This thing was crouched four feet or so,

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so I figured later probably if it stood up, it'd
be seven to seven and a half feet tall and
maybe four hundred or more pounds. It was broad shouldered,
but not huge huge like others are described, but still
very impressive to say the least. I was frozen stiff
with fear. He turned to the right, gave a look
out of the woods, and then let out a breath
of air at the end of its growl, as if

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it were disgusted. It had been seen. It had come
down off that ridge and didn't have a clue we
were there. We were always quiet up there, hardly talked
t while fishing, so this creature had no clue. So
we must have disrupted its schedule by being there, clearly
this time of night. I slowly came to my senses
after clearing my mind what I'd just seen. Beer was
present now for all of us involved. This creature was

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still kind of giving me a half look, as it
was also looking toward the woods in front of it.
It's only about three feet away, That's how it came down.
I knew at this moment it couldn't smell us. We
were down wind, and the whole time, because it was
creeping down. I heard my dad say, Junior, what is that?
Do you see that? My uncles said the same thing
as well. I finally broke free from the feer and

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I yelled down the mountain now and I bolted toward
the edge. I look over the creature, still staring half
at us, half toward the woods. Looked to the edge,
I see my family jump over. I was right behind
him as they hit the ground that downslope running I
hit shortly after running past him. I lifted the light
only to slow me down a little bit, and they
all crashed into the back of me, and all fell

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over down the hill, lander and still in my hand.
I was already tired and drained, feeling hopeless, get pumped
from what I'd just seen. I look back, nothing behind us.
I'm still thinking any second now, it's gonna grab one
of us. I was remembering stories from my youth and
my earlier encounter as a kid coming home from school.
We struggled to get to their feet. Seemed like hours

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getting to the bottom of the hill Finally we did
make it to the car, everyone on hands and knees,
sucking wind to breath, asking each other what the hell
that was. We just saw others saying, you know, damn
well what we just saw and you put the light
on that thing. We all knew what it was, but
we agreed not to say a word. We didn't want
people come out here stalking this thing on Tom's land,

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as it was his land, not ours. Needless to say,
all the gear was left behind except the lanner. My
uncle Mike went back later and got it armed. Of course,
after that int it was all confirmed for me after
that night about my earlier incidents in life, like the
one walking home from school along Indian Man. But now
knew what that was again that i'd seen that day

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on the way home from school. You could say I've
been blessed to cursed in life, but either way it's
all worth it and I wouldn't take any of it back.
Every bit of this story is true. Signed JD. L Ufo,
Sidings in the Swamp. Good afternoon, My husband and I

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are over the road truck drivers and listen to videos
on your channel on our deliveries. We're from Waycross Ware County, Georgia,
and we have both had UFO sidings. He's actually had
what I would call more than a sighting, a possible encounter.
We wanted to write in to tell you his story.
Feel free to share this with your listeners on the
channel as well. No names were mentioned in this story,

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so you do not have to worry about anonymity. I
wanted to write in for a while now and tell
you these stories, especially his, as so many details in
his encounter alive with those of the missing four to
one one cases. But while watching your videos today, we
heard you say that a lot of these cases involved
are in close proximity to water. Well, when I heard that,
I decided I wanted to go ahead and send our

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stories into you as soon as possible, because I'm not
sure if you know where County Georgia is located or
anything about it. We are near the Georgia Florida line,
and in our county, stretching into Florida is a large
swamp six hundred and forty eight square miles called the
Okee Finoke. That's not all. Not only do we have
the Oke Finoke, we live in close proximity to the

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Atlantic Ocean, and have the Satilla River that zig zags
through the northern part of the county. I've seen something,
and my husband's cousin has also seen something in the
same exact area on what we believe is the same
exact night before we ever even met each other. But
none of our stories compared to my husband's. Let me say,
my husband is not the type to make things up

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for tension, not at all. We are both no nonsense
type of people. What follows is his story in his words.
Back in the summer of nineteen ninety four, around seven
thirty pm, right across the road from my mother's house,
myself and five other guys around fourteen years old, and
my cousin and five more guys around eighteen years old

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were playing basketball in an open field right across the
road from my mother's house. The field we were in
is not in a secluded area people are often seen
walking around at any given time. It is very well
populated inside the city limits and can be seen from
almost all the guy's homes out there with us. On
this night, the sun had just went down when I

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noticed a light maybe one hundred and twenty five feet
in the air. I look up and put my head
back down and disbelief, trying to convince myself that it
was nothing. That's when I hear another guy yell, y'all
look at that. I shout, I knew I saw something.
This causes everyone to look up. Now that I'm looking

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back up, I noticed that it isn't just a light.
What I'm now looking at is a black, triangular shaped
object about the width of five mobile homes. It was
floating over mobile homes and pine trees, the length of
about eighty feet long and a height of about twenty feet,
with four square light orange colored lights, one in each

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corner of the triangle and one in the middle, seemingly
floating just over the pine trees. I noticed that there
isn't a sound. Everything is completely silent around us, including
this massive UFO flying overhead. Now the guys are making
a sound. We're all looking up at this huge object
floating overhead. At this time, I'm thinking I'll get something

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so big floating in the air make no sound whatsoever.
After what felt like no longer than thirty seconds, trying
to figure out exactly what we're looking at, I hear
one of the guys uncles, who was walking toward us
from down the road, yelled to us, y'all see that,
y'all get in the house. After I see him, I
take one look back and I'm now looking at the

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back of the triangular shaped object, and then we all
take off fronting to our homes around the neighborhood. As
we're running towards our house, my cousin and I notice
all the lights in the house are on. We run
in the house in a panic, tell my mom and
his mom what we saw. They angrily interrupt us, asking
us where we've been, yeeling at us that we had

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not been in the field and they had been looking
for us. Mind you, the field we were in is
literally across the road from our house. They could walk
out onto the porch and see the wide open field
from there where we were standing while looking at the UFO,
where they should have been able to see us without
even stepping off the porch. Now, we had a rule
at our house, and the same rule applied to most

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of the guys who were playing basketball with us that night,
and that rule is we must be in the house
before the street lights come on. Street lights come on
about the time we saw the UFO floating overhead. Remember
I said that we noticed the UFO at around seven
thirty pm and had only been standing there staring at
it for around thirty seconds. Well, imagine our surprise when

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we hear mothers tell us that it's close to twelve am.
The following morning, all the guys who saw the UFO
and their parents met outside of mine and my cousin's
house and basically had a neighborhood meeting about everything that
happened the night before. Turns out, none of the parents
that looked for us that night saw us in the field.
Most of the parents could look out their windows and

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see the field from their homes, and all the guys
out there came in the house that night around four
four and a half hours later than they thought it was.
I'm not sure why none of our parents could see
us that night in the field. All ten to twelve
of us were in a very open field playing basketball
when we saw the UFO floating overhead. As I said,

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many of the parents could simply look out of their
windows that night and see us in that field. When
the guy's uncle who came up the road who yelled
at us to get inside and out from under the UFO.
He came from the opposite side of the field from
where my mom lived. I'm not sure if we were
cloaked in some way from one side of the field
and that's how the uncle who came from the other
side could see us and my mom and aunt couldn't

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from our house, or if when he yelled at us
to get inside, he created some type of distraction for
whoever or whatever was cloaking us and broke the spell
for lack of better terms, that hit us from our
parents' view, Or if we just simply weren't there at
all like we thought we were, as if we were
transported somewhere else without our knowledge. All I do know

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is none of the parents could see us in that
field until we were yelled at to get inside by
one of the guy's uncles, and that we all lost
about four hours of time that night. As the years
went on, all the guys would talk about what we
saw that night when we ran into each other. I
never really spoke to my cousin about it, though, but
as adults, I asked him one day did he remember it.

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He told me he did, and that he and the
older guy saw something that neither I nor any of
the younger guys had seen. In the back of the field,
there's a huge oak tree. It grows different than the
other trees in that area. The trunk of this tree
appears to be twisted, as if someone grabbed it from
the branches and twisted the entire tree until the whole
trunk looked like when you twist a washcloth to bring

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water out of it. Also, nothing grows around this specific tree,
an entire circle about ten feet out from the tree.
No other plants grew, no grass, weeds, or anything else,
only sand. That night, in front of this tree, my
cousin said they saw a ball of light getting bigger
and bigger. What he said to him appeared to be

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a portal with what he called a bigfoot slowly appearing
as the circle of light grew larger. And that's when
he heard someone yell to us to get inside our houses,
and the portal and the bigfoot disappeared. None of the
younger guys saw this, but all of the older guys had.
Until then, I had never heard of bigfoot, nothing like

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that was on television yet, and I'd heard of UFOs before,
but have never seen anything like that, and hadn't looked
into it much at all. There's nothing that I had
heard or seen prior to this encounter it would have
influenced what we had all seen that night or our
story in any way, from the way the UFO looked,
the silence, the portal, the Bigfoot, our disappearance or loss

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of time. Thank you for listening to this story and
for all that you do. As I said, you seem
to be one of the few people taking this seriously
and handling these cases with the victims in mind, not
sensationalizing the cases or adding things to them for entertainment,
and that's so very important. Sincerely, M and T. Three

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experiences from Eve Hi Eve here. This experience happened to
me when I was in my early twenties. I used
to live in a small town in Puerto Rico called
comor Rio. I had a house on top of my
parents house, which in Puerto Rico is considered a separate house,
but in the United States it would be considered a duplex.
I guess my house had a separate staircase that led

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to the outside. To go to those stairs, you would
have to open the front door of my house, walk
out onto the balcony, which was very long, and then
go downstairs. Now you're outside in the front yard. If
you turned left then made another left, you would go
to a balcony in my parents' house, and there was
the terance to their home. Every evening, before going to bed,

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I would visit my parents to check on them and
to say good night. This was something I did every night.
One night, after watching TV in the living room with
my husband, I decided to go to bed. I wanted
to read a book and then go to sleep. My
husband asked me if I was going to say good
night to my parents. I told him that I really
felt I wanted to down at that moment, and besides,

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I'd seen them at about four point thirty that afternoon
and they seemed fine. So I added to the bedroom.
I started fixing the pillows in the blankets. I closed
the windows in my bedroom, turned the lights off, turned
on the lamp that was by my side of the bed,
looked at the clock and noticed it was nine to
eleven PM, sat in bed and slowly laid down. As

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soon as my head touched the pillow, I felt I
was pulled out upward from the bed and found myself
standing in front of the bed. Everything looked smoky, like
when there's a mist outside during a humid fall morning.
I felt confused, didn't I just lay down? What happened?
All these questions travel through my head in less than

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a second, and when I looked down, I was laying
in bed, well, my body was laying in bed. A panic.
Did I die? I was so confused. I can't even
explain the level confusion I was feeling at this time.
I felt somebody or something was standing next to me,
and somehow, whatever this being was, it talked to me.

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I heard its voice, but it was inside my head.
I don't know if this makes sense, but it was
like communication through thoughts. I tried to look to my
left where I felt this being was standing, but I
couldn't really see what it was. I know it did
not scare me. I asked what happened, and the being
told me to follow him, so I did. We go

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out of the bedroom, walked through the hallway. We passed
the living room where my husband was still sitting watching TV.
I looked at him and lifted up my hands away
at him, but he didn't see me. We kept walking.
We walked through the balcony and then went down the
stairs into the front yard. We went inside my parents'

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balcony and we went through the door, and I looked
on my mom and dad seated on the couches watching
the TV. I looked at the TV and noticed they
were watching a boxing match. I stared at my pants
for a few seconds, but they did not notice I
was there. The being asked me to come and look
through the window. When you looked through the window, you

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could see the river in a mountain that was across
the river. That night, it was dark. I looked up
into the sky and there were twelve moons forming a circle.
All of them started moving and they made triangle shapes.
So there was a group of three moons that made
a triangle shape, another group of three moons that made
a triangle shape, and so on. When I saw these,

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I felt scared, but I couldn't understand what it meant
and what was happening. Then I heard screaming and crying
to my left, and I looked and there was another
mountain to the left, and it looked like behind it
was fire and a war. I heard women and children
crying and screaming. I heard gunshots and explosions behind the
mountain every looked orange. I felt like crying. I was

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really scared. I looked to my right to see the
being next to me, but I couldn't see him. I
asked him, what is this? Why am I looking at this?
What does this mean? He replied, figure it out? And
at that very moment, I felt like I fell abruptly
into my bed, sat down in bed, and I looked

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to my left light on. The lamp was still on.
I looked at the clock. It was nine thirteen pm.
I immediately stood up and went running to the living room,
where my husband was still watching TV. He looked at
me and smiled, and I was looking at him with
a face that red I just saw a ghost. He
asked if everything was okay? I said, did you just

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see me walk past you? He said, didn't you just
say you were going to bed because you wanted to
read a book? I replied, yes, But did you just
see me go outside or something? He said that he
couldn't understand what I was trying to say, so I
told him never mind. I opened the door and I
went downstairs quickly. I opened my parents' front door, and

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there were my parents sitting in the living room watching
a boxing match. I couldn't believe it. They were exactly
in the same position I'd seen them in a few
minutes ago. During that bizarre experience, my mom and dad
looked at me and smiled. My mom said, we thought
you were not coming to say good night. I said,
did you guys just see me like a few minutes ago.

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They shook their head no, and my mom said that
the last time they saw me was about four point
thirty that afternoon, and she thought that was because it
was late and I was not coming to say good night.
I was so, so, so confused. I had it to
the window and I looked into the sky. But there
wasn't anything strange in the sky. Obviously, it was just
a regular sky. It was one moon, like it's supposed

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to be. I looked to my left, towards the mountain
that was on fire, but everything was fine, dark as
it should have been, quiet as a sh should have been.
I put my hands on my head and I looked
at my parents again. They were looking at me like
I was losing my mind. I felt like I was.
I told them to forget it, that I must have

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had a dream or something. I hugged and kissed him
good night, and went back to my house to explain
to my husband what had just happened to me. He
told me that I must have been dreaming. I do
not believe at all that I was dreaming. I know
this sounds very weird and bizarre, but this truly happened
to me, and I know it was not a dream.

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As of today, I have absolutely no idea what the
moon's and everything that was happening during that experience mean.
If anyone has any idea what this could mean, please
let me know. It's been about twenty years since this
happened to me. Hi Eve, here again, this is my
second story. I usually don't share these because I'm afraid

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of being laughed at. Unfortunately, people immediately think you're crazy.
But here I go. Whether people think these are true
or not, it makes no difference to me because I
know what I've lived. As I said before, I used
to live in a small town in Puerto Rico called Camerillo.
At the time, I was married and my husband was

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working a night shift. Every night, I would accompany him
to his car to say goodbye to him before leaving
to go work. Because there were a lot of ufo
sightings in Puerto Rico. We would always look up into
the sky looking for lights or things moving, etc. We
would often laugh, like of mocking the UFO phenomenon. However,

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one of these nights, when he was already in the
car ready to leave, I was giving him a kiss goodbye.
I looked up into the sky looking for strange things,
but like always, there wasn't anything out there. I looked up, left, right, everywhere,
but there wasn't anything strange. Surprisingly, when I was flowering

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my I had back down to say goodbye to my
husband one more time. I noticed a beam of light,
really bright, kind of light blue color coming from the sky,
and I immediately looked up again, but there wasn't anything anymore.
So I chuckled and said, pah, because I'm looking for
a UFO. I thought I saw something. Silly me. I
waved goodbye to my husband and headed to the backyard

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where my mom was hanging clothes. Now, let me explain
a little bit about this scenario here. I come from
a poor family and we did not have a lot,
especially not a dryer. There were no launder mats in
town either, so we had to hang her clothes outside
to dry. My mom worked during the day and at
night she would do her laundry and hang it in

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the backyard, which was out of an open field. So
that night, before i'd gone to say goodbye to my husband,
she told me that she was going to hang clothes
in the backyard. I told her that as soon as
he was gone, I'll go back there and help. Well.
As soon as he left, I had it back there,
and that's when I reached a point where I knew
she could hear me. I started talking. I said, Mom,

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I was saying goodbye to Joe, not his real name,
and I was looking I couldn't finish my sentence because
when I looked at my mom, she was looking up
into the sky in a frozen state. I just could
not believe it. She had seen something and I just
missed it. That's my luck, at least that's what I

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thought at the moment. I started talking to her hysterically.
Oh my god, Mom, don't tell me you saw it.
I thought I saw something, but when I looked, it
was too late. What did you see? This was followed
by complete silence. My mom was still frozen in the
same position. I was confused. Was my mom ignoring me?

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My mom is not that type of person. She's also
not dramatic or an attention seeker, so her behavior at
the moment was really bizarre to me. A called to
her mom, Mom, I finally raised my voice, Mom, what's
going on at that moment? She snapped out of her
frozen state and said, did you see that? I looked

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at her, confused, What do you mean did I see that?
I asked? She said, well, I was hanging clothes when
I saw this light, blue light coming quickly down towards me.
As it came closer, I noticed there were other lights too,
These lights made of shape. It was like a plate,
like a disc. Then the lights came down so fast

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and she paused, they almost shot inside me. I felt
like I couldn't move nor react. Now you're here. Like
I mentioned before, my mom is not one to like
getting attention or making up stories. As a matter of fact,
my mother is a very respected person in my town
and everybody knows her as a serious, respectable, and professional woman.

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This experience has followed me all my life because I
saw a flash of light that night and the color
was what my mother had described. To have found her
like this and for her to have told me what
she said she saw and experience has been shocking to
me till this day. Hi Eve again, this is the

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story of my youngest memory. My life began, as I
mentioned before, in a small town in Puerto Rico called
come Ario. When I was four years old. I was
still sleeping in a crib, and I remember that as
soon as my mom would turn off the lights at
night and leave the room, three demons would appear hovering
on top of my crib. As soon as these demons

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would appear, a noise would start coming from the kitchen
towards my bedroom. The noise sounded like a person had
a wooden leg, and this person was slowly approaching my room.
This noise would terrify me to the core, and I'm
gonna be looking at the door, which my mother would
always leave a little bit open, waiting for what this
was to make its appearance through that door. The kitchen

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was only about twenty feet from my room. However, the
thing coming from the kitchen, which I always thought to
be a man with a wooden leg, would never make
it to my room. I would start crying and screaming
for my parents to come to my room because the
noise was terrified, and those demons were tormenting with their
evil laughs and dances. As soon as my mom would

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push open the door, the demons would vanish and the
sound coming from the kitchen would stop right away. I
would tell my mom what I was seeing and hearing,
but she'd never believed me. She would leave the room
and it would start all over again. I remember hearing
a voice behind me telling me in Spanish, they will
never believe you. This happened to me for many years,

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but I don't remember when it stopped. Thank God, it
doesn't happen anymore. I'm forty years old now and many
stirring things have happened in my life that as of today,
I have no explanation or thank you for listening Eve

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Funeral for a friend. Hello. A while back, I discovered
your channel, specifically your video about Trinny Gibson, and I've
been hooked ever since. It's been a great way of
making the day go by. I hear these stories on
the compilation and it's changed my perspective on mind Counter
because I've been embarrassed about it, but now I feel

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confident to get this off my chest. This happened just
a few years back. Not long after, my phone blew
up with messages telling me that an old friend of mine, Cleo,
had died in a car accident. I'll be honest about it.
I had known with Cleo since right after high school,
and thinking about it, I wondered if he was ever
a friend. I didn't know what to feel, and it

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put me in a bad place for a couple of days,
sitting around my apartment with this metallic taste in my mouth,
like when your kid lose a tooth and you can't
do anything except taste blood until it heals. That kind
of mindset isn't healthy. I pushed it aside and got
back to my friend Chris, who was putting together a
little memorial for Cleo on the following Saturday, just the

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old gang. He said, sure, I replied, it would be
great to see them again. It's funny you can say
something on Facebook and feel completely different in real life.
I guess it doesn't take a genius to notice that,
but it was how I was feeling. I spent the
whole six hour drive going over my life in that
town or what had been. I'd left so fast the

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memories felt like gray mush of my skull, and the
only thing left was this itchy feeling that I was
right to do so. I kept wondering what they would
think of me. We weren't old, just approaching our thirties.
But from the little I paid attention to on Facebook,
they seem to be on their way to better and
brighter things. Chris, for example, was already running the old

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slaughterhouse on the edge of town, and already had a
wife and daughter and a house too. All by twenty four.
Passing the city limits sunset and tired made things for us.
A ton of bricks weigh down on my shoulders and neck,
tightening my head and making me sweat hard. Even though
it was early December and I was driving with the
windows down, I felt like a candle that someone had

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thrown water on old times flooding back. I guess I
didn't want to meet up with them right away. I
decided that way back before crossing the Missouri state line,
so I checked into the new Motel six on Conner Street.
The room they gave me, I could see the whole
town spread out all the way to the hills and
into the woods. It looked bigger from there, yet I

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knew from growing up. There were no strangers in that town,
a tight knit community and most are family one way
or another. Nothing had changed, nothing ever changed. I closed
the curtains and went to bed. I woke up with
a sudden jol, my hand grabbing my other arm out
of reflex. It felt like someone had stuck me with

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a hot poker. I scarmed on the bed for quite
some time, praying for help that never came. Flicked the
bedside lamp on to see what had happened. My stomach
dropped twisted. All I was saying was skin, perfectly normal skin,
no burns and scratches or bruises. And to make things
even stranger, the TV was on the volumein full of blast.

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I turned it off. I turned the lamp off and breathed.
The room felt strange, sideways, like someone had broken in
and couldn't find what they were looking for, leaving everything upturned.
But nothing had been upturned except for the TV. It
was oddly calm. Even the air felt thick and stagnant.

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I managed to squeeze in a couple of hours sleep. Somehow,
when I woke up, it was the same, only now
sitting at the foother bed I felt heavier, a little
more sick than I was just a few hours before.
I got in the shower, made sure the water was
steaming hot, soothing for maybe thirty seconds. Then the anxiety

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kicked back in, and I nearly made up my mind
to just get in the car and ditch that buggy
town go home where I could shut my windows and
know for sure nobody was watching. That's how I felt
right then, like I was being watched, kind of like
a movie. The whole time I was showering, I'd made
peace with the fact that some ugly brute with a
butcher knife was on the other side of the curtain,

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linking his lips, waiting for me to let my guard down.
Yet no matter how many times I swung open the
curtain ready to strike, there was nothing, not even a spider.
I felt like I was going crazy. I felt like
the best medicine for me was to go see some
old friends, maybe go and get drunk with them like
we did in junior year, and get this day over with.

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The funeral was nice and pleasant, not too overdone. A
lot of people showed up. I knew some of the
faces from growing up. Afterwards, as we shuffled out into
the cold rain. I found Chris. We nodded at each
other and talked catching up. He said the rest of
the guys had left a little early and went to
Nate's place to get the grille set up in the

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bonfire going. I told him i'd follow him there. Then,
oh shit, I must have left my wallet. I need
to run back to my hotel and get it. I
was lying right then, that uneasy feeling still bubbling up
in my stomach. I needed some fresh air and drove
all over town, see my parents' house, my old school,

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and where the old fire station used to be, and
where the new one is now. It was all so
sad and tired looking, and me driving was just another
way to avoid the inevitable. Somewhere on Fifth Street, I
let out a deep sigh and swung around back towards
the direction of Nate's place. The land was as beautiful
as it was in high school. Now Nate owned it,

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a graduation gift from his uncle, eight acres of grass
and cows, and a whole bunch of trees surrounding it,
giving off a vibe like a fortress. Sure enough, all
the guys were there. I'd be lying if I said
I didn't have a good time. The steak was good
and the beer flowed like we were seventeen. I loosened
up pretty quick. Each one of us had a story

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about Cleo, and that night was spent telling them around
the bondifire. When Chris was done with his the fire
now died down just a couple of hot coals. He
said he had something for us and went over to
his truck. He came back with a big plastic tub
and told us what was in there. It was everything
Cleo had owned. Cleo's mom, Chris said, had brought it

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over the day after he had died. She said that
she couldn't bear to look at it, that it was
best just to let his friends have it. That made
his death real all of us we were silent for
a few moments. Then Chris spoke up and we all
agreed that Clio's mom was right. Each of us picked
through the box and found a couple of things we
really wanted. I took an alarm clock and this really

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cool weather radio. What was left were just a few
small things we felt weird about taking. How about what
just toss it? Chris suggested, his eyes on what was
left with a bonfire, so we did and watched it melt.
I was sobering up by then, we all were. We
said our goodbyes and went off. I got back to

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my room a little after two in the morning, threw
my things down and fell asleep. Beep beep beep, beep
beep beep. I snapped away, heaving, my heart racing, my
arm burning once again that clock. I knew there weren't
any batteries in that damn thing I checked, but there

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it was, going like crazy a few times before ear
piercing static nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. The weather
radio had now turned itself on, and the volume was
getting louder, ignoring my finger slamming down on the off button.
All of a sudden it went silent, maybe to let
the clock out turn it screaming Slowly, However, the volume

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rose and the static intensified. I dug my finger into
the off button, and this time it listened, but not
for long. The TV popped on once more. There was static,
and strangely it sounded the same as the weather radio,
only this time there was a light home underneath it,
all setting until I could hear it over the static.

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It was a voice, and it was talking, begging me
to set it free. Then I heard something I'll never forget. Cleo.
The voice said, over and over and over and over.
It was Cleo. He wanted to be set free. I
can't put into words the fear that was going through me.

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This wasn't Cleo. I remember my Grandma telling me and
my sister about demons lying to you to get what
they want. Once they know who you are, they play
any kind of motion to win. I got up and
ripped the TV cord out of the plug, gathered the
radio and clock, and went into the bathroom. I filled
the tub halfway, then I threw them in. As they

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sank to the bottom of the tub, I could hear static.
I could hear static, drowning, angry, popping, and sparking until
it died. I grabbed my belongings and checked out and
drove back home in the dark through a nasty snowstorm.
It was worth it. As soon as I left Missouri,
the weight on my shoulders lifted, and I forgot about

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the past two days. It was only after months of
blankness that the events flooded back into my mind. I
came to conclusion that ghosts and demons or whatever evil
is will always be lurking in the shadows, will always
be waiting for a soul to be afraid. I made
a deal with myself to never mess with that side
of the world. It will always lead to hell and suffering.

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I try to do good now. I go to church
just about every week. I need something to protect me.
Maybe there's a heaven, or maybe it's all in my head,
but I would like to be prepared for whatever happens.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story. I
hope my experience gives comfort to those who encounter the
paranormal worse than me, because anyone can survive evil if

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their heart is in the right place. Sincerely, Martin, my
one creepy story. Hi Steve, I've been enjoying your National
Park mysteries for a few months now. I began listening
to you and found out you were from East Tennessee.
I was born and raised in Knoxville, so I felt
a connection with you because of that, your great storyteller.

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Like many people from our neck of the woods, I
decided to share an experience of my own. This is
completely truthful. It happened in the late eighties early nineties,
my husband, my son, and I were at my parents'
home where I grew up. It was Halloween night and
we'd made a little fire in the front yard and
we're roasting hot dogs and making smores. My son had

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gotten himself in a bit of trouble, and I sent
him to the bedroom for a time out. I'd escorted
him there and returned to the fire A short time later.
My husband had rejoined me by the fire and I
was toasting a marshmallow. He asked me where our son
was going, and I said, he's not going anywhere. He
was causing trouble and I made him sit on the
bed until I tell him he can come back out.

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My husband says to me that he saw our son
come out of the house, walk down the concrete pathway
and start down the street. Well, that made me angry,
and I handed my husband my stick with a toasted
marshmallow still on the end and told him I'd be
right back. I looked around and saw nobody outside, so
I went in the house. I walked to the bedroom door,

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opened it, and there my son was still sitting on
the bed. He was exactly where i'd left him. Now
I was confused. I went back outside and told my
husband that our son was still sitting on the bed
where I'd left him. My husband continued to insist that
he saw him come out of the front door and
head down the street. There was a couple living just

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a short distance from my parents' house that we were
good friends with, and my husband thought our son was
going to their house. My husband had been at their
house earlier that evening. I took him inside mom and
Dad's house and showed him that our son was in
the bedroom secret see for himself, after which we were
both perplexed. I asked him repeatedly if he's playing a

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joke ONLL me for Halloween, and he said no. To
this day, we still don't know what actually happened that night.
I know that it really frightened me. I know that
if my husband had been messing with me, he would
have owned up to it at some point, but he
never has. I mean, why would anybody prank somebody successfully

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and not let that somebody know they'd been had. What
would be the fun in that? But like I said,
I know my husband and he would have let me
in on the prank. That night if it had actually
been a prank. Well, that's my one creepy story. Thanks
for letting me share it with you. Signed Karen B.

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A ghost story. My friend Boris and his wife and
I went over to some brothers farm. The farm had
been in their family for a long time, since pioneering days.
Their grandpa and grandma died back in the sixties, and
the house had been empty since. The brothers had been
fighting a lot, and their mom and dad sent them

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over to live in grandpa's old farmhouse because the fighting
was driving them crazy. The brothers invite us over to
hang out. I was sitting on the couch with Ryan
and I started smelling the sickly sweet flowers of perfume.
Smell kept getting stronger until it was very unpleasant, and
there was a cold, sad feeling that came into the room.

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I said, what is that strong perfume smell? And the
oldest brother, Roy, angrily said it's Ryan's cologne. It stinks
like hell. Ryan immediately shouted back, you know it's not me,
it's the ghost. Roy shouted back at him to stfu,
do you want people to think we're crazy? Then I

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was overcome by this intense sadness until tears started coming
out of my eyes. This ghost or whatever it was
did not like me and wanted me out. I got
up and ran out of the house and down the
driveway to Boris's car. Feeling left me as soon as
I got out of the house and was completely gone
by the time they come out to check on me.

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I told them that the house was haunted by a
malevolent spirit and that I would not go back in.
The brothers left also. This happened back in the nineteen seventies.
Signed Urh the Flannel Man. In December two thousand and one,

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I traveled by car with my ex brother in law
to a little town called Weaverville in Reading, California, not
far from Mount Shasta. We were heading to his grandparents'
house for Christmas, something my ex wife's family did every year.
We were newly wedded and just had our first child.
This trip will be the first time meeting her father's

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side of the family. My ex wife and daughter had
traveled by training ahead of us because I had to work.
I got along well with her brother, so the road
trip had been awesome. Now on the last stretch of
this road trip, we were on a very long and
desolate pass, absolute middle of nowhere but trees and snow.

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It was about ten o'clock at night, The moon was
shining and visibility was about thirty yards into the forest.
I was just speechless at the density and vastness of
that forest. It felt so full and yet so empty
at the same time. I remember thinking to myself, how
could anything survive in that dark snow. When all of

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a sudden, my brother in law said aloud, what the
hell is that a person? I looked up the road,
and sure enough, there was a man walking hard, almost stomping,
on the side of the pass, standing at least seven
foot tall. He was wearing a red and black checkered
flannel with blue jeans. I vaguely remember him wearing a

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duck hunting hat. I could tell he was holding on
to something, and it wasn't until we got right up
close that we saw that it was a double edged axe.
We slowed down just enough to get a look at hist.
I will never forget when he looked at me, his
eyes were so sunken in I could hardly even see them.

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He had a pale, weathered face and a strong, sharp jaw. Honestly,
he looked angry, I mean furious, like he was on
his way to kill somebody. I was completely turned around
in my seat looking back at him, while my brother
in law stared in his rear view mirror. Just the
thought of someone out there in the middle of nowhere

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was scary, but an angry man holding an axe was
absolutely terrifying. We drove away as fast as we could.
We were breathless. We didn't say a word for a
few minutes. Then we both started screaming, what the hell
was that? Who was that? Holy shit? He had an axe.
We didn't know whether it was the hopper or to

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keep going. He didn't look like he needed help. He
looked evil. Three more hours till we arrived at his grandparents.
Mind you, three hours were driving in nothing, a forest
and snow. I remember just looking into the forest trying
to find anything, a cabin, a tent, a campfire, anything,
But there was nothing, nothing but very dark, very cold

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for us. When we arrived, we were both still shaken up.
We tell his grandparents what we just saw and asked
him if we did the right thing, or should we
call the authorities and inform him there's a man with
an axe walking the highway, and he's liable to freeze
to death or kill somebody. His grandfather quickly disregarded our

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story and said, we're probably just very tired. I distinctly
remember him saying, there's no way in hell anyone would
be out there. He then asked us if we'd been
smoking weed. Lol. We said no, but that wasn't true.
But I've never smoked pot and saw random lumberjacks just
appear on the road before. We both know what we saw.

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We both know what was real. This was not a hallucination. Well,
his grandfather called his neighbor, who was Vaulteer sheriff's deputy,
and he called it in the Sheriff's department, then dispatched
c HP California Highway Patrol. It wasn't until a few
days later that we were told there was no report

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or evidence of anyone with an axe walking on that highway.
When I heard that, I remember thinking to myself, we
saw a ghost. I only posted this story because the
other day I was surfing YouTube and I stumbled on
the phenomena of the flannel man. My jaw dropped, the
hair on my neck stood up, and a chill came

(01:36:40):
over my body. As I remembered what happened to us.
I am grateful for this outlet. I really do appreciate
all the stories and theories that are presented on your channel.
It feels like I got a little closer to understanding
just what happened to us. I will never forget that cold,
dark night. Thank you, Signed cl the Translucent Humanoid. This

(01:37:10):
is my encounter with a translucent humanoid. Many years ago.
When I was living in South Florida, I had a
very strange thing happened to me. To start off, the
house I was living in was a news structure on
drained swamp plant. It's not like anyone lived there before.
Native Americans may have at one time, but the village

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of Royal Palm Beach had canals built all around it
to put the drained water into. This was back in
the late nineteen eighties and early nineteen nineties. Our house
was a U shaped CBS block home, hurricane proof without
her shutters through the windows and glass sliding doors on
the back of the house. We also had a thick

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metal door going down the barage just in case th
rolled down garage doors were blown out during the storm.
I lived there with my husband daughters and one son.
I was the only one involved in this encounter. Always
worked an automotive job in a dealership or several different
positions in the office and service department. My husband had

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his own German car repair shop. He was an automotive technician.
One day, I woke up and noticed I had a
lump starting to grow on the right side of my forehead.
I had not noticed it before. I was a little concerned,
so I made an appointment with my regular doctor in
the town next hours. I was somewhere in my forties
and never had anything like this happen before. My husband

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also said he thought it was a good idea to
see the doctor. I went to my doctor's appointment and
waited in the front waiting room, wondering what was going
to happen. I've always tried to avoid the doctor's office.
I hated going, and this was no different from the
other times of my life. Was he going to have
to cut into it and take a biopsy? Was I

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going to have to look like Frankenstein and have a
big old stitch? It just blaring out at everyone when
I was working. Was it cancer? The big sea word.
By the time I got to see the doctor. I'd
work myself up into a frenzy. My doctor was like, well,
calm down and let me take a look. He punched

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around on it and came to the conclusion, there's probably
nothing to be concerned about. Wow, I'm concerned, and I
don't think it's going away anytime soon. He said, Eh,
if it starts to get any bigger, come back. You
to do a biopsy on it, find out what it
was and how to treat it. I just wanted this
thing off my head. All I could see was my

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uncle by marriage that had a large gorter going off
the back of his skull. It was horrifying for a
small child at the time to see, and I could
not forget it. But let me just say that my
uncle was a very sweet man. I was not very
happy that the doctor didn't see the urgency and taking
some kind of action get rid of this blump off
my head. Well, it was several weeks later and I

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thought this thing was growing. Before I got around to
calling the doctor for a second visit, I had the
strangest thing happen to me. It's very unbelievable and I
would not believe it if I had not experienced this
for myself. I was alone at home, standing in my
kitchen at the back of the house. I was just
leaning on the counter of the bar next to the

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sliding glass window that opened out to the screened in
back porch. The whole backyard was surrounded by a wooden
privacy fence. Our back porch ran the whole link to
the back of the house. I had star jasmine bushes
planted next to the porch and a hedge to shade
the porch. I was just standing there staring at the bushes,
thinking how prudy they were. They had white star shaped

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little flowers all over it. It was a beautiful sunny day outside.
The glass sliding door was completely closed. So here comes
the really crazy part. All the encounters I've read about
are by people that have been out hiking or camping
in the woods. They have mentioned that the figure also
made a clicking noise. Some of em been stalked by

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them in a menacing way. Some people mentioned the movie Predator,
the alien that had a glassy cloaking device is how
they described it. Yes, I'd seen the movie, and when
I saw my translucent humanoid, that was exactly how it looked.
Wavy glass in a human shape. I was just standing
there in the kitchen looking out my back door. Then

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in a split second, I could not move, and I
stood there paralyzed as this creature walked right out of
my closed glass door. It walked right through the glass
with no problem at all. I'm having an internal meltdown,
but can't move a muscle. I'm trying to scream and run.
This thing came towards me on the other side of

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the counter. It raised its left arm and attached itself
to the right side of my forehead. All I could
hear was a loud suction noise. It was horrifying. I
just had to stand there and let this happen. The
noise was deafening. It moved its arm away very slowly,

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sucking and pulling from the right side of my forehead
to the left side. Then it released its connection to
my head. And when that happened, my knees buckled and
I grabbed the counter to keep from falling. I felt
like I was going to pass out, but I didn't.
I watched this thing keep moving straight through the den,
and it walked right through my metal garage door without opening.

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It just walked right into the middle and disappeared. I
stood there for a few seconds until I could get
a grip on what just happened. I ran out the
garage door to see where this thing had gone. The
garage roll up door was open, and I ran out
into the driveway to see if I could see where
it went. I've never seen it again, and my lump

(01:42:57):
is gone on my head. I don't know how this
thing knew I had a lump on my head and
why it fixed it for me, but I am grateful
that it helped me. This just proved to me that
locked doors will not keep this creature out of your house.
It will and can walk through anything. And also, whoever
made the movie Predator has seen one of these creatures

(01:43:18):
and copied it. Precisely makes you wonder. I spent many
years searching the internet looking for other people who encountered
these beings, and about two years ago I stumbled onto
some stories on YouTube. It made me feel like I
wasn't alone. Just to let you know some of my background,
I'm not a nut. I've never done drugs. I have

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a clean background. I was a licensed officer to the
law for the State of Texas for over four years.
Until I hurt my back at home and couldn't work
at that job anymore. I've taken psychological tests and passed
them all. I've taken polygraph tests or on the job
interviews years ago, back in the eighties in Florida, and
never failed one. I have absolutely no idea what these

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beings are from where they come from, but believe me,
I have seen one signed am a the echo phenomenon. Hey,
Stephen Bill, I want to start by letting you know
how much I appreciate your work. I think focusing on

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the strange and unusual is important because the universe is infinite, unexplained,
odd and surreal shouldn't be as taboo as it is.
I feel as though possibilities are endless, and we surely
can't be alone or unknown to other worlds, beings or dimensions.
My story is pretty fresh in my mind, and I
want to get it to you before it becomes a
foggy memory. Six days ago, on the early morning of Friday,

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May seventh, twenty twenty one, it was just another day.
I work nights as a nurse, and as a single mother,
I occasionally have to bring my kids to work with
me so I can get them ready and on time
to school in the morning. Their father recently moved away
from the neighboring town to Madison, where I've always lived.
We decided switching the kids' schools this close to the
end of the year would do more harm than good,

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so we decided to drive them to school in the
outskirts suburb town outside of the city for the remainder
of the year. It's difficult some days, as the round
trip takes about an extra hour, but we manage. This
morning was different, though we all woke up groggy and
more tired than usual. I nearly called them off school
for a mental health day, but decided against it and

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got us on the road headed for the Interstate. It
was around seven am when we were approaching the town
of Windsor. There's a cluster of truck stops, so you'd
occasionally see hitchhikers walking along the interstate's shoulder. There was
nothing abnormal seeing random people walking along the interstate, but
that morning we passed a man walking directly down the middle.

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I remember everything around me seemed to be in slow motion,
like I was able to focus my attention on this man.
Although we were traveling at about seventy miles an hour
on a busy interstate. It's a few minutes after seven.
At this point, my twelve year old daughter asked, Mom,
what is he doing out there? She seemed panicked with
good reason. As we passed him, I kept my eye

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him in the rear view mirror, and that's when it happened.
An eighteen wheeler semi hits him at high speed. It
almost seemed as though he turned to dust, completely obliterated.
I gasped like the air was hit from my chest,
but didn't want to startle my three young kids and
have them look back. I was almost in a dreamlike trance.

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After that, I was visibly shook. My daughter's very smart,
and I had a feeling she understood what I saw,
but I didn't want to ask. I dropped my two
oldest off at school and headed back on the neighboring
highway leading into Madison, rather than getting on the interstate again.
Traffic was back to on the highway because it was

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detoured from this incident. The highway was always clear and
quick that day. It took me an hour to get
back to the west side of the city to get
my toddler to daycare. I made it home around nine
point fifteen. I noticed that my drive back almost seemed cloudy,
like I'm not sure how I made it home. I
don't remember driving most of that trip. I sat down

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and immediately called my mom to tell her what happened.
She saw the story being posted all over Facebook. She
was as shaken as I was that I witnessed such
a tragedy, and with the kids in the car as well.
I decided to look up the article and see the
events surrounding the man's death, who he was, where he
was from, and why he was out there. I read

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that he was local, but not too many other details.
One detail that stuck out at me it was the
time of the incident, three forty five am. My stomach
saying the hair on my next stood up. I thought
that's impossible, so I checked the time the article was released.

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It was posted about five am, hours before we had
even got in the car. I checked other articles and
they read the same. It was a mistake, so I
tried to collect myself and focus on my memory what
I saw. Maybe there was a chance I saw something
else being hit, But my daughter had asked me about

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the man walking in the middle lane. Of the interstate.
I wasn't imagining it. He was there. I felt as
though I was in a slow motion fog, like that
book Annihilation, when they're in the shimmer and feel foggy.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before, and
the feeling probably ended when I got home. I told

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my mom about it, and she immediately said, you experienced
an echo, which roughly translates to and almost ripple in time.
Were an extremely traumatic event. Lingers like a place with
bad juju. You can feel something bad happened there, but
you don't know what. I feel as though I'm connected

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to things most people can't see or feel. I'm still
not for certain what I saw, but I know I
wasn't imagining it. If anyone else has experienced anything like
this echo phenomena, I would love to hear it. I've
attached a link to the article. If anyone knows who
this man is, I send my deepest sympathy. What an

(01:49:34):
awful tragedy, and I hope you find peace. I would
also like to remain anonymous, and I thank you for
giving me an outlet to tell my extraordinary experience the
speeding Shadow. Me and some friends were out driving around
and drove back that two track. We were in a

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sixty eight Buick and the lane was so narrow the
small trees and bushes were making a scratching sound on
the sides of the car, so we drove back there.
We got into a clearing back of the barn and parked.
It was dark out and one of the guys in
the car said, what was that an alarming sounding voice.
We said, what did you see? He said he saw

(01:50:17):
a shadow run from behind a tree to another tree.
While he was saying that, I saw it dark from
behind the tree with some bushes, we all saw something
that moved really fast. It was a shadowy figure of
a man, but it moved too fast to be a human,
like when you fast forward something on a VCR. And

(01:50:38):
it was getting bolder and coming closer every time it
sprinted around. We totally freaked. My friend Billy, who was driving,
fired up that old buick and started driving fast and
scared and ran over some small trees and bounced off
some bigger ones. I yelled at him to slow down
or he was going to kill us. He put some
pretty big dents in that old car. As Grandpa gave him,

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I'll tell you what signed Randall? What was it? Hi, Steve,
I came across your channel and have been enjoying your videos.
They are strange and leave us with more questions than answers.
I would like to share my experience in the hope
another first nation for anyone really steps forward and might

(01:51:23):
have an answer as to what I saw that day.
The story took place many years ago. I was seven
at the time. It's a strong childhood experience that has
stayed with me my entire life. I remember like it
was yesterday. I would also like to add that just
last year we found out my dad has Australian Aboriginal heritage.
I think this is important to understand why this occurred.

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Here goes When I was a child, my father was
a police officer and he was transferred to the country
to run their small station. It was a small country
town with a nearby place called Longan Hills in Western Australia.
One weekend, my parents decided to take my sister and
I on a day trip to look at some caves
at are traditional Aboriginal paintings inside and to climb this

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large hill. The hill was probably only seventy meters or
so up the side and there were no stairs or signs,
just dirt, rocks and grass. So my mom stayed down
in the car while my sister and father and I
climbed up the side of this hill. Once you read
the top of the hill, it plateau's flat for about
fifty meters and drops down the other side. On the

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other side, it drops down into a gully with a
stream at the bottom that across the river. There was
another hill that has ledges and caves jutting out the side. Anyway,
we reached the top of the hill and I remember
it was really strange. There were all these rock piles everywhere,
like something out of the Blair Witch. They had to
be mad made, but there must have been ten to

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twenty of them, each about thirty centimeters tall, using rocks
about the size of large marbles. It was a little eerie,
and I walked closer to my dad. I remember I
turned around to look for my sister, but instead of
seeing her, I saw what I can only describe as
a traditional Aboriginal man in the one leg it stands.

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He had a long spirit in his hand, which he
had pointed to the ground like a walking stick. His
face was painted long hair, with something tied around his
forehead and a straw or brown material type skirt covering him.
His chest was painted in browns, reds, and whites, and
he had one leg tucked up, so standing on one leg,
it was like a picture out of a history book.

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I didn't feel afraid, and I said to my dad, look, Dad,
this man was a big stick. My father, being protective
and a copp was on high alert, asking where where
did you see him? He couldn't see him, and the
man was right there. I said, he's right there, Dad,
but he couldn't see him. When I turned back around,

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the man was gone. How could that be possible? He
was right near us. My Dad started pacing around, as
there was no where to hide up there, and I
was trying to keep up with him. He walked over
the edge the other side, and there he was the
Aboriginal man, same stance, with the same stick, but now
it was on the other side of the stream, staring

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at me from a red ledge jutting out on the
other hill. I yelled, there he is there. Dad pointed.
It would have been literally and logistically impossible for this
man I was seeing to have traveled that quickly in
a five to ten second time frame. I can't recall
what my dad said or did, but I know he
still couldn't see him. Either way, my dad decided we

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should leave and buddle us back to the car. We
drove to the next stop, the caves with the traditional
paintings inside, but as we drew near, I felt awful
dread start to come over me. The time we got there,
I was hysterical. I wouldn't get out of the car,
and I refused to go up to the caves. My
family were looking at me, like what is wrong with you?

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But I didn't know myself. My mom had to stay
back in the car with me while my sister and
dad went, and I remember watching them walk up to
the caves and thinking I was never going to see
them again. The fear I felt was debilitating. Nothing I
know of happened, and to this day they are fine.
But I've always been baffled by what did I see?

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Was it a spirit, a guardian of some type, a warning,
an ancestor bound to the land. I don't know. What
I do know is that I was very excited for
the caves that day, and after I saw that man,
something came over me that felt like impending doom. Deep down,
I feel that he was telling me not to go

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on sacred land or walk the land where the caves were.
What do you think? Thank you for taking the time
to read my email. I hope you're safe and having
a good day wherever you are, Signed Leah. Jellyfish entity encounter.
I'm forty years old and this occurred early to mid nineties.

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I can get the time down as I was listening
to an Art Bell radio show with Father Malachi and
Martin the Exorcist. So I went to bed, hit sleep
on my radio fifty nine minutes and began listening to
Art Bell. Like I said, father Martin was explaining about
his exorcism experiences. I remember hitting sleep on the radio

(01:56:22):
again to listen longer. Now this is important. I was
kind of scared, so out loud, I say something to
the effect of I would like to see something try
to possess me. I fell asleep shortly after. I wait
to see this jellyfish entity floating at the end of
my bed, off to the left a little immediately hide

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under my covers. I'm not really that terrified at this
exact moment, still half asleep, so virtually the same moment.
I noticed no radio playing, and I can see an
orange glow through my shoe in the direction this thing
was okay, so I didn't want the thing to notice me. Silly,

(01:57:06):
but that's what I remember thinking. At that exact moment,
it all hits me. Art Bell, father, Malachi, exorcist, demons,
what I remember thinking. Right before falling asleep, the orange
glow became slightly brighter. I panicked and bolted for the
closed door. I remember using my blanket as a shield,

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trying to block this thing's view of me, or maybe
my view of it. I bolted because the feeling I
got uttered, dread, and tear. I didn't want to see
this thing, didn't want it to see me, and I
wanted my mom. I opened the door to see my
mother taking off her makeup, directly across the hallway from me.

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I jumped over the bed and slumped into the far
corner of the room, farthest away from the door. I
couldn't talk straight. I told my mother, and she was
convinced I was dreaming. I used to have vivid dreams
as a child and act some of them out. I
remember anything in the morning, not even the dream. Usually
this thing was orange and the general shape of a

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jellyfish had to have been five to six feet tall.
Bubbus had classic jellyfish shape, but I don't think it
was an actual phantom jellyfish. It was electric coursing orange
electricity ran through the entire thing, giving off light. Electricity
had kind of like a pattern to it. It pulst

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light and kind of quivered or vibrated like it was
alive and intelligent. Only glimpsed it for one to two
seconds tops. Now I basically convinced myself I was dreaming.
I know I wasn't dreaming. I would bet the bank
on it. Thanks for reading. I've experienced chills several times

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while writing this. If you ask me, I would say
it was replying to my challenge. It seemed to have
woke me up. I just would like to know what
this thing is and or if anybody else has experienced
this entity. Can't find anything anywhere on it, I want
to know for sure I wasn't dreaming. Thanks for reading,

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Signed Sarah. One night at a week long camp, I
decided that I would tell the story of a night
at a campground called Camp McGee. Camp McGee is located
in Idaho. This took place during the summer of nineteen
eighty four. Every year, the sixth grade class got to

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go to a school group camping trip. Any sixth graders
in the area who paid to go went for a
full week. It was definitely the highlight of the year.
On the first day of camp, we all got to
know those You shared a cabin with twelve cabins in total,
six girls cabins and six boys cabins. The cabins did
not have running water, so no bathroom or shower, which

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to me was just fine. I was twelve years old,
and so was everyone else who went. Every evening after
mess hall food, we got the chance to go back
to our cabins and get into warmer clothes and get
ready for the nightly bonfire. The nightly bonfires was where
you told stories and sang songs, you make new friends
and enjoy the company. On the third night, after mess

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hall and getting ready for the night, something happened that
was absolutely the strangest and unexpected thing ever. About an
hour into the bonfire, I had to go to the bathroom.
I really didn't want to go alone, so I asked
a couple of girls and they said they would go.
I ended up with three others who had the same
agenda as me, botty break. As I said, no bathrooms

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in the cabin, so we had to make our way
to one of the outhouses that was closest to the
bonfire area. The only light we had was the bonfire,
which was getting further away with every step. The next
light was a street lamp, very dim light, though the
street lamp was barely illuminating a sharp corner on the
dirt road leading to the camp. I saw the outhouse

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and was getting anxious because I really had to go.
That's when I got grabbed on my right arm tightly,
which stopped me in my tracks. I was getting ready
to ask why she did that when all four of
us saw it. Walking steadily down the dirt road was
a figure humanoid shape, tall, wide, and very quiet. It

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was at least nine to nine and a half feet tall.
Its shoulders were at least three and a half feet wide.
It easily weighed in the realm of five hundred or
more pounds. As we stood there gripping each other's arms,
it turned its head and looked right at us. It
stared us for probably thirty seconds. It never stopped walking.

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It kept a steady stride and then slowly turned its
head back in the direction it was walking. It walked
directly under the street lamb, and that's how we were
very positive that it was a male. Its hair was
so gray that we had a hard time seeing any brown, red,
or black hair. He was slightly bent forward, and I
mean slightly, even had a slight limb, as if he

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was favoring one of his legs or hips. I've been
back up there once in a while back, but the
camp has been closed for years. Just up the road,
it was a for stranger station and that has become
a historical landmark. I lost touch with the other girls
long ago, but I often wonder if they ever told anyone,

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And before anyone says, why didn't you tell a counselor
we did. None of them could wrap their heads around
what we saw, and because of that, none of them
believed we were telling the truth. We did dub him
mister McGee. This experience made this week of camping the
best week ever. Thank you, guys, Signed C Allen CDA

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Idaho Poe House Haunting. Hi Steve. This was from a
Facebook post I did because I told the story so
many times. I believe the ghostly toucher on the stairs
is believed to be pos ant Virginia. I believe the
ghostly toucher on the stairs is believed to be pos ant.

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Virginia was ten at the time. She was thirteen when
they married. There are lots of other paranormal phenomena as well,
but the book I was reading mentioned the stairs specifically,
and it's not something I knew. My mother originally had
a cadre of doctors recommended by my nurse aunt. When
she was pregnant with me. I kept trying to abort,
apparently probably having second thoughts about another reincarnation Helloel, and

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they gave her some drug which could have been the
one that caused cancer we later found out. Anyway, my
mom didn't want that and switched doctors. My dad was
into psychology and young Freud, and he helped her with
self hypnosis, and she decided on a natural, drug free childbirth.
She'd always wanted a daughter, especially, and that was me.

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She ended up going to doctor Dorman, who actually died
right before my birthday in nineteen ninety eight. Doctor Dorman
worked at a church home hospital and this is near
Westminster Presbyterian Church and Cemetery where Edgar Allan Poe is buried,
and is the hospital he died in around sixth grade.

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I was very active and happy in grade school. I
loved my teacher and she let me do things like
former school newspaper, The Hub, and I did a report
paper on Edgar Allan Poe. Now, I've had experiences all
my life and I loved her, but those days I
was really more about animals. I wanted to be a
zoologist and worked in the animal field even a little

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after getting married in nineteen ninety two, and I was
focused on my report. My brother ended up having the experience,
and he couldn't be more unlike me where that's concerned,
not at all a believer of any kind. He was
only eight, being two years younger than me. However, my brother,
mother and I went to the Edgar Allen Poe House

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my first visit. It's a small house. There's a lot
of stories about it. It was shut up and abandoned
for many years, and the part of town was not
the greatest area, but it was never broken into or vandalized.
Because of various strange activity reported lights, etc. My mother
and I went up the small staircase to the garret room.

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My brother was behind us some way, probably looking at things.
The stuffed raven used to be in that room on
the writing desk, and my mother and I exclaimed that
there's a raven up there. The next thing that happened
was the sound of my brother falling down the staircase.
I laughed and joked that it was because we said
there was a raven up there, but I knew that

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didn't scare my brother. I was just using him. We
actually had no idea what happened, and my brother went
outside and would not come back in. He waited outside
the front door. Later he told us something had touched
him on the shoulder and that caused him to fall
because it scared him. Years later, when I was married

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and reading a book in bed about haunted places in Baltimore,
it said the stairway is off to the place people
report getting touched. I told my X husband about the story.
I was so surprised. One other strange thing, aside from
both of us being born where Poe died. My middle
name is Virginia. Poe's wife's name was Virginia. My brother's

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middle name was in keeping with the male side of
the family's name Edgar. When my brother was very little,
he used to say he was going to marry me.
Signed Ruth sleep paralysis story. Hi Steve, love your shows.
Keep up the amazing war. Here's my story. Always enjoyed

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spending the night with my first love and very best friend,
Josh at his mom's house, although since I had started
saying with him on the weekends back in nineteen ninety nine,
always felt a feeling like I was being watched. Ever
feeling alone when you're the only one in the house.
Back then, his older sister told me about seeing a
little ghost girl in the attic and ghost soldiers marching

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up the driveway. I originally thought she was toying with
me to scare me, but as the years have gone on,
she still sticks with these stories. It was a somewhat
old house, being built in nineteen forty three. It had
a very creepy vibe about it. Fast forward it's two
thousand and one and I'm sixteen years old. I'd spent

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the night with my now fiance. I woke up the
next morning to the sounds of everyone in the kitchen
talking and eating breakfast. My fiance was up before me
and had joined them. I quickly realized that I couldn't move,
no matter how hard I tried. I'm locked in place.
I'm starting to panic, heart racing, thoughts running wild. I

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tried to call out to Josh, I try to call
out to anybody. I couldn't talk, I couldn't scream. All
I could do is look around and think. As I
lay there silently screaming and trying to force any kind
of movement from any part of my body, I started
to think to myself, this is how I die. Biting

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these thoughts, I decided I was not going to succumb
to whatever force had taken over me. I pushed myself
forward with all my might, and finally I broke free. Instantly,
as I sat up, I saw a dark shadow move
away from my body, across the wall to my right
and slowly flade. I was so freaked out I joined

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the others in the kitchen and tried to act normal.
I confided in Josh what had happened, but I left
out the part about the shadow, and I'm really not
sure why. Maybe I didn't want to sound completely crazy.
I don't know. On the way home that day, as
I was driving down the road, I felt the unmistakable
feeling of someone kicking the back of my seat. I
look in my mirror and there's nothing there. I felt

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this happen several times before I finally reached my house,
thankful that the fifteen minute road trip was over. Past
forward two weekends, I come in from Joshus after spending
the weekend with him. My mom tells me the story
of how she and my brother were up late that
Saturday night watching a movie. She says they were sitting
in the dark and my brother asked her why I

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didn't want to watch the movie with him. She told
him I was staying at Josh's that night and wasn't home.
He said he had just seen me walk by in
front of the TV. She said to him, that wasn't
your sister. She's not here. He totally freaked out by
this and goes to check my room and then the
rest of the house, only to confirm that I was
not home. My mom had seen the dark shadow go

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with the TV. She didn't say anything to him because
she didn't wan to scare him. She knew they were
the only two people in the house at that time.
The story chills me to the core. It only confirms
what happened a couple weeks prior to me. I told
my mom what happened to me when I awoke that
morning a couple of weekends agoing about the kicking on
the back of my car seat on the way home.

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She was horrified. She told me that I brought something home,
spirit or a demon, but definitely something. I'm now thirty six.
I still live in the same house. I bought it
from my parents and they downsized over the years. I
never experienced anything else from this shadow entity, apart from
thinking I had see something out of the corn in

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my eye, or being watched or not alone, or something
to that effect. When I was roughly twenty five, I
battled some serious demons of my own with prescription painkillers
and insomnia, among other things. I started to experience what
the doctor later described as sleep paralysis every single night
for a while, and then it slowly dissipated. It was

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pretty common and almost a part of my nightly routine
for about three years. Though some of the scariest things
I've ever seen in my life. There's no fear like
waking up in a dark room lit only by moonlight,
with a feeling of something holding you down. Then the
covers slowly rise in front of your face and all
you can see is a red eyed demon of the
wide drooling mouth, growling and clawing at your flesh. Thank God,

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those days seem to be over. I can understand the
medical definition of sleep proalysis, but until you've been there,
I don't think you can really grasp how scary these
episodes are. And why is it when you pray only
then does this evil leave you? Medical or spiritual slash paranormal.
It's hugely debated online. As I've researched it over the years,

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I really don't recall one person that has ever experienced it,
believing the medical definition. Though either way, I know that
first experience was paranormal in nature because I'm not the
only one who saw it. Mom's it still gives me
hell for bringing that thing home. To conclude my story,
Josh and I dated for five years before we decided
to break up. For twenty years, he was my very,

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very best friend. He was like home, my comfort zone,
and we never stopped loving each other. It was beautiful.
We both went on to Mary met twice to his
once he always said he didn't want kids. I tried
and tried to talk him into it, telling him that
he needed someone to carry on his name and he
was the last male in his family. One day he

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calls me and he changed his mind. His wife is pregnant.
I was overjoyed at the thought of a little Josh
running around. He called me that day in April twenty
eighteen to tell me about the rival of his baby,
boy Jack's. It was a quick conversation. Had I known
it would be our last, I would have kept him
on the phone much much longer. Josh passed away October

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twenty eighteen, leaving behind his wife, new baby, and many
many more that loved him. He was thirty four years old,
a marine vet that proudly served his country. He didn't
use drugs, and although he drank heavily in prior years,
he had quit that with becoming a family man. He
was a vibrant, healthy, thirty four year old male with
no history blood pressure or anything like that. He went

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to the hospital a severe headache on Tuesday and was
pronounced dead by Sunday with a stroke. This has devastated me.
I cannot wrap my head around it. Although I could
have left out that part and made my story shorter.
I wanted to continue our twenty year chapter to be nostalgic,
and also to ask you or any listeners of your
channel what they make of this very sudden and unexpected passing.

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It just doesn't feel right to me. How does a
healthy human just die? I was struck no less anyway, guys,
thanks for listening to my story and my continued rambles
of my good old days with my best friend. Love
you guys, Signed Melissa Werewolf Entity. So loved the stories

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and videos. Take them all with a grain of salt
because the vast majority of people are liars in one
way or another inherently, but also know from personal experience
that things like the stories in your videos, these types
of things do happen alarmingly, often rarely leaving behind even
the slightest concrete evidence. So I do believe that all
the things could have happened to these individuals, but remained

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constantly skeptical about everyone's story. But who knows. Maybe the
only way we could even hope to possibly solve some
of the missing four one one cases and causes is
by finding out from those lucky individuals who made it
no four to one one story, but still got some
weird stories. So here's one of the most strange. And
for me, the kind of fear that paralyzes you. It

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kind of leaves one stuttering with no words, and even
if you did, you wouldn't even be able to audibly
form a full word. So here's my story, and you
can believe it or not, but either way it happened.
This occurred around nineteen ninety four ninety five. I was
around nine or ten years old. I live in Tucson, Arizona,
and half for most of my life thus far, and

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live within eighth of a mile or less from the
largest Uhokom Indian burying ground and ceremonial complex, where they
found at least four hundred remains in countless artifacts and
it's currently being developed for houses as I type this
straight right on top. Oh my god, those poor people. Anyways,
this house I lived in as I grew up was very,
very haunted. All of her dogs ran away and got

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hit by cars, and you couldn't drag our dogs to
one side of the yard, and when you were anywhere
in sight of that side of the yard, your back
burned from the overwhelming feeling of being intensely washed. When
I would have friends over and we would run around
and play guns or tag, I would notice that my friends,
who had no concept or knowledge of the paranormal or
the experiences with the paranormal occurring in my house, they

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would always unconsciously only play on one side of the yard.
So I always had scary things happening to me, and
according to my mom and dad, was even having those
types of experiences as a baby. So I was scared
of the dark, or should I say that things that
come out of the dark, Things that are so dark
that even in a pitch black room, the entities are

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so much darker than that. Things that can touch, hit, scratch, bite,
choke and harm you. They can manipulate your thoughts and dreams.
They can reach out and touch you while you're at
your most vulnerable. But I digress. Let's just say I
had a long, terrifying build up to this story, which
made the encounter with something that much worse for me.

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So I was sleeping one night and I had a dream.
In my dream, it was daytime, although it was really nighttime.
So I see like a camera angle pointing at this
werewolf looking creature running up my street. So I live
in a pretty typical residential neighborhood where I have people
who live around and behind me, where we share the
back wall in my backyard with those people who live

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behind me. If I jump my back wall, I would
be in my neighbor's yard, where if you could tight
rope walk, you could walk in between my street the
one behind my house, in between the houses. If you
walk this route, you could see all the way down
the street if you look straight ahead, and if you
turned your head to the right, you would see all
my neighbor's houses eventually coming to my house, and if
you turn your head to the left, you would see

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the houses of the people who lived behind me. In
my dream, I see this creature that immediately scared me
running on the fence line like a balance beam, and
it was coming fast. The way I saw him was
like the action shot from a movie chase scene where
it was viewpoint above and to the side, and it
was falling along with the same angle as continued running.

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I somehow knew he was coming to my house. As
he got to behind my neighbor's house, I saw the
two Rockwilers that lived in the yard directly behind my
neighbor's house, meaning the next yard he would come to
was mine. The people's dogs began very aggressively barking at
this thing, and it just glanced over at them and
growled and showed his teeth, and they barked even louder

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and harder, trying to get at the entity, but impeded
by a small fenced off area under the porch. As
he continued running, he arrived at my house. Just as
soon as he reached my house, I saw him jump
off the top of the wall on fences, and as
soon as his feet touched the ground in my yard,
I immediately saw the viewpoint angle change and I was
now seeing through his eyes. I saw him run up

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to my back patio glass door, and again immediately upon
reaching his hand out to the handle of the door,
I jolted and sat up out of bed. I was
drenched with sweat and was already scared from that nightmare
when I noticed that I could somewhat faintly but clearly
hear the dogs from my dream barking just like they
had been in my dream. Right then I felt the

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temperature of my room plummet and knew what was about
to happen. Within three seconds or so, my bedroom door
swung open, and this thing walked in. He was so
tall that he had to bend over to walk through
my door. He was semi transparent and almost kind of glowed,
if you want to call it that. He didn't emanate light,

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and light from him didn't illuminate anything around him. He
just glowed. I would say that he was around eight
to nine feet tall. And although this sounds kind of
funny now, he looked like Schewbacca from Star Wars, but
built like Abraham Lincoln. He had pants on that were
too short for his legs, and they appeared to be
old and torn. I assure you that my little butt

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was scared. I might have even peed myself a little.
I'd just gotten brave enough to sleep without a night light,
and I just started sleeping with my door shut finally
and in the dark, and then this happened. I tried
to call for my mom, but I could only stutter ma, ma, MA.
I guess I thought the best option was to pull

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the covers over my head. When the initial roussals wore off,
and as I shook and cried in fear in my
makeshift for it, and I remembered my mom always told
me that if I was facing something scary, to call
on Jesus. At first, I could only stutter je jeh jeah,
and then I thought it Jesus, Jesus, I said to

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myself in my head at first, then I said it
out loud, and then slowly peeked out of my blanket
hut and saw him just grinning terribly at me. I
said it again, and he growled at me and showed
his teeth which were very large, and he turned and
walked to the door, bent over and walked out. Now
I've used the name of Jesus on many occasions when
faced with any type of night bumpers, and I have

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to say that there is power in that name, but
even more in the claiming of his blood. It matters
not whether it's a boogeyman, were wolves, ghosts, demons up
of cobbers, were those green toad fungus monsters from the commercials?
And well that's my story. Thanks for listening. Take this
however you want to take it. But it happened. Signed Anonymous,

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my daughter's experience. My family and I were camping at
the end of June of this year. It was my husband,
our daughters, a son in law, and one grandchild. Everything
was great. We had a spectacular time. About a month
later after the trip, my eldest daughter, who was in
a tent by herself, told me about an experience she

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had while we were in the woods. She told me
that she had woken during the night to snarl like
growl and what she could only explains a weight on
her chest and what felt like something holding her down
at the shoulders. When she heard this snarl slash growl,
she was understandably startled and thought what the f is
that she couldn't move. She looked around her tent and

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could tell everything was secure. Then the weight was gone
and she bolted upright. She was scared to death. She
had to go to the bathroom, but wasn't going to
leave her tent for any reason until dawn. The next morning,
she woke up to a horrendous nosebleed, which she never gets.
I believe she had a supernatural experience because I believe

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that there are beings out in the woods that we
can't explain. Thank you, Julie Werewolf of Wisconsin. Hello, I
have a real life story I would like to share.
My name is Sean and I'm a truck driver from Florida.
I drive all over the United States and Canada. I

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started my career in December of nineteen ninety nine. The
following year, I found myself driving High ninety four from
Washington State to New Jersey running apples and cranberries. I
was twenty two in two thousand and one, young and
full of energy. One late evening, late in the month
of September, I wanted to get out of the truck

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and get a few beers. So I stopped in Toma,
Wisconsin at the Holiday Inn, park my truck and check
in at the local bar. Inside. Before I knew it,
I was talking and hooked up with a sweet Swedish
girl who is an exchange student, smoking hot little blow on.
As the night progressed, we lift in her car, drove

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around town to another bar, stayed there until it closed
around two thirty AM or so. We spent the night
parting and enjoying each other's company. She looks at me
and asked me, later, let's go joy riding. I said, okay,
both of us were pretty drunk. I guess neither of
us should have been driving at all, but we did.
We headed south of town into the pitch black of

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the countryside. As the city's lights one by one disappeared.
We made our way to a set of railroad tracks.
She stops the car on the tracks. It was a
yellow car. If I recall, there was just enough light
to see the tree line across the fields. We climb
out and sat on the hood, which coaxed me to
join her in a little pleasure. The mood was definitely

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set between us. Peace and calm was simple during our passion.
The only light was the head lights from her car,
piercing the blackness of the night. It was easily past
three am at this point, She's lying on the hood
and my back has turned up my surroundings. Suddenly we
both heard a god awful cry, like a howl from

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a nightmare. It was louder than any line, and a
measure of equal size and piercing the innercore of us both.
It literally went through me. It definitely snuck up on us.
My blood instantly ran cold. I went stone sober, my
heart frozen in pure and utter fright, true and pure fear.

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I could feel whatever it was breath on my neck.
I could hear its breath as I frozen in my position.
She leaned up very slowly, looking over my shoulder, and
I could see the reflection in her eyes of the beast.
BLOOD curdling scream came next as we both ran for
the doors of her car. I was driving and in
full reverse, with her beside me on the passenger seat.

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We raced to an intersection, flipped the car around. Back
to Tomball we went, with dirt and gravel flying in
the rubber burning. She was begging me not to drop
her off at home. She was beyond frightened to death.
If our hair would have turned white, it would not
have been a shock to me, as I was equally
frightened with her over the whole encounter as well. We

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went back to my truck until daybreak and awoke in
each other's arms. I will never forget that night, nor
the beast that hunts the countryside. A short term later,
I ran across an article called the Beast of Bray Road.
Strange stories, legends, folklore, werewolves or dog men. I can
honestly say I will not go on the countryside at
night to this day. It scares the hell out of me.

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There's something out there, and it's no housecat. I only
have a fear of God, and when I survived with
that deadly nightmare, I'm a strong man, god fearing. Growing
up in the North Florida woods and swamps, hunting and such,
it was no normal animal, but something else. Deep in
my heart and soul, I believe we were lucky and

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survived an attack from a werewolf. I'm not a coward,
and I'm not it's scared to say that the legend
is true. Watch your back in the north Woods. Don't
ever trust the dark around you. S It's all fun
and games until it happens to you. I don't laugh
at people's stories now because this was mine. My heart

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goes out to the missing and the disappeared ones and
their families. You're not alone, signed sean stick being encounter.
My experience with a stick being wasn't unpleasant because it
was so mischievous and made me smile. This was thirty
years ago, and I collected bare winter branches from the

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floor of the woods to display in a white china
vase in my home. After a few days, I started
to find things disappearing, and a little time later finding
the missing object in a ridiculously visible place, example, losing
my watch from beside my kitchen sink and finding it
balanced on the rim of the bath a floor above me,
and after I'd had a bath, when there was no

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sign of my watch there time I saw peripherally a
small black knobby stick man about eighteen inches high and
twig limbs about as stick as your little finger, an
oval smooth face, sparkling eyes, thin lift, big grin, and
really funny nublack hair and frondy bits too, and a
darkesh charcoal color peeping at me from various places. And

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I would hear a rather delightful, tinkly laugh, and I
knew it meant me no harm and was having fun
with me. So I began chatting with him. Knew he
was mailed somehow, as if he were just a pal
or friend, visiting me and leaving out nuts and honey
in a tiny pot and bits of fruit at night,
and it was always gone in the morning, even the
tiny pot. I knew after time that he wasn't there

(02:27:42):
by chance, so I thought back to see when he
might have arrived. It didn't take long to realize it
was the sticks I'd taken. He'd come with them. So
I took him from the vase and announced I was
sorry I'd taken the twigs without permission and was taking
them back where I'd found them, but that I'd enjoyed
his company and please he'd liked my food gifts, and
he was welcome to return anytime. I returned the sticks

(02:28:06):
and twigs and said sorry for just taking them, and left,
but learned a valuable lesson. Never to take things from nature,
but always ask permission first. It's so important because nature
spirits can cause you misfortune even illness, if you disrespect them.
I always ask, even when berry picking, and if I
feel a negative atmosphere, I go somewhere else. I used

(02:28:28):
to call my twig man, and yes, he occasionally returned,
and I gave him food gifts, and sometimes he left
me seeds which I planted. This is true, and it
never struck me as being odd or thinking I was delusional.
I'm very stoic and level headed, but I'm not blinkered.
Please respect nature and it will respect you and often

(02:28:50):
give you things. Money can't buy good things for your
well being. Thanks signed anonymous shadow entity account. This happened
to me in twenty sixteen. I moved from New Mexico
to Washington State well. I used to go walking with
family members every morning after taking her children to school

(02:29:10):
near Battleground, Washington, in Battleground Lake State Park. On this
particular day, she had errands to run, so I found
myself going alone. I parked my car, get out stretch,
get ready for my three mile daily walk. So I
started off walking. Got about five minutes into the park,
and everything fell quite eerily quiet at that moment, and

(02:29:32):
nothing looked familiar. I got this weird feeling. I was
no longer loan, and I could feel someone or something
watching me. As I panicked and started walking faster, I
could hear twigs breaking around me in every direction, so
I started walking even faster. Suddenly I was in full
on running sprint. I broke from the tree line and

(02:29:54):
ended up really far from my car, like fifteen minutes away.
When I know I had barely walked a few minutes.
I could still hear it hurried footsteps behind me, though,
and all of a sudden I felt hands behind my
back and I was shoved so hard to the ground.
Whatever had done it done it was such hatred and
anger that when I fell I actually heard my bones

(02:30:16):
break underneath me. I'd shattered my elbow and broke my wrist,
and that's not even the worst part. It had done
it in front of an oncoming vehicle. Well, thank god
the person driving had seen me before I was pushed
in front of his car, But he did say he
saw what looked like a humanoid shadowy figure literally pushed
me in front of his car. The damn thing literally

(02:30:38):
tried to kill me. And I tell you one, I
never went for walking those woods again. Signed Anonymous, The
Ghosts in the Barn. When I was a kid in Ohio,
my friends had a building behind their house. The big
part of the building was locked up and the one

(02:30:58):
end they uses a garage. I was snooping around and
found a secret passage into the other side of the
building that was locked up. The garage had a second floor,
and I went up there and the sun was shining
just right, so it was coming through a hole in
the wall. I went over, pushed on it and it moved.
Pushed harder and it slid to the right and there
was an opening. I looked in and it was the

(02:31:20):
huge other side of the building, full of all kinds
of stuff. There was a ladder that you had to
go down from the second story to the ground level.
I climbed down the ladder and was looking around. It
was like Kingtuch treasure room to a little kid, and
old victrola and stacks of seventy eight RPM records, stacks
of old tin type photos. I thought there were gold,

(02:31:41):
so I started showing them in my jean jacket pockets.
Just then I heard a crash and things started flying
through the air. Then a big crow bar flew past
my head, and I hauled ass up that big ladder
and into the second story, over the garage and down
the stairs and ran all the way home. I still
have those ten Those ghosts were pissed that I was

(02:32:03):
messing with their stuff. Signed Anonymous, My weird Experience, Hello.
I was ten years old in nineteen eighty nine. I
grew up in southeast Los Angeles. I lived next to
my elementary school and spent a lot of time there
playing basketball and other games with my friends. My encounter

(02:32:25):
happened in the summer of nineteen eighty nine. It was
mid afternoon, around one or two PM. I was walking
home from the school after playing basketball. I was alone
after exiting the school gate. I walked down the alley
and entered the driveway that led to my backyard. My
backyard was not gated in, so anyone could walk through
the alley behind my yard and out to the main street.

(02:32:46):
I remember being very hot, so hot most kids gave
up on playing and went home. I did the same.
As I made my way down the driveway and onto
the grass in my backyard. I was no longer dribbling
the basketball, just tossing it up and catching it. We
had a half dead plumb tree in my backyard, and
as soon as I was lined up with it, I
noticed something simply appear. It materialized out of thin air

(02:33:09):
and almost seemed like it was dropped there. What I saw,
as a ten year old boy, was a man like
being in a skin tight body covering suit. The suit
was dark, and I don't remember a face, although I
do remember it asking what are you needless to say?
I was stunned. I did not answer. Just as fast

(02:33:31):
as it or he materialized, it seemed to vanish. I
remember standing there in my backyard, shocked, asking myself did
that just happen? I remember walking past my dad in
the garage and walking straight into my room with my
basketball still in hand. I normally always left it outside.
I remember being in my room thinking should I tell Mom? No,

(02:33:55):
she wouldn't believe me. Who would? I was perplexed. So
I've told one person this story, that's it. Two thousand
and nine, I worked braveyard for production company. I would
listen to Coast to Coast AM. They would have miscellaneous
nights where people could call in and tell their spooky stories. Well,
in two thousand and nine, someone called the Coast to

(02:34:16):
Coast and basically told the same story I'm telling you.
I sat there and listened to the man tell his story,
and it took me back to my backyard in nineteen
eighty nine when that strange being asked me what are you?
I wasn't scared, just in utter shock, and I just
knew nobody would believe me because I never told anyone.

(02:34:38):
It was a relief to hear someone else relay that
same experience years later. Often wonder how many people have
been asked what are you by? This? Being love your channel,
take care signed J Moo. Well there you have it, friends,
I hope you enjoyed this marathon. Take care of yourselves
and each other. I'll see you a little farther on

(02:35:00):
down the trail. I'm Steve Stockton and i'll talk to
you next time.

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