September 27, 2025 • 31 mins
Volume #8 Strange Stories, Unexplained Encounters, Cryptids & the Paranormal
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello, friends, and welcome to this our eighth compilation of
listeners submitted stories. This series has proven very popular and
we continue to be amazed at the strange experiences our
listeners have encountered. A huge thank you is in order
to those that have chosen to share them with all
of us, and as always, the following stories are unedited
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and can be frightening. These are told in the way
that they were sent in, written by the person who
experienced the encounter. We also please ask that you respect
those who have shared their stories with us, and also
respect everyone in the comments section while discussing these encounters.
Some of these stories have never been shared, even with
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family and friends. Bill and myself both feel it's important
to provide an outlet for others to share their personal,
strange and perhaps supernatural encounters without fear of judgment or ridicule,
and we're more than happy to continue doing so. And
now I invite you to take my hand and join
me on a walk into the unexplained. Sit back, relax,
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and let's begin. Glimmer Man in New Jersey, Hello, Steve.
I'm a long time subscriber to your channel and love
your compilation stories. I've wanted my own. I've been wanting
to tell you for a while now and can't wait
to hear you recount it.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
For me. I'm always wondering how many.
Speaker 1 (01:29):
Other people have experienced this same thing. Sometimes I look
back and think perhaps I'm going crazy, but other times,
most times I know the truth. There's something out there
stalking people in the woods. Now, I'd always thought I
had to be in a national park to encounter these
kinds of things, only to find out that's not always
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the case. Anyway, here's my story. I live in a
small rural town in northern New Jersey. I just moved
here a few years ago from an overpopulated city area.
I'm not familiar with things such as hiking and camping
and all that stuff. But the house I live in
is on two acres of land, and it has a
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babbling brook running through it. This brook separates my property
from protected slash no build area where there are deep
woods and hiking trails. Before you get to any of that, though,
there's a small parking area, just some gravel surrounded by trees,
with the start of the hiking trails leading into deep,
very deep woods. One day, my two year old and
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I were tired of playing in the yard, and I
decided to pack us up a picnic and go and
let him play on the grassy knoll in the middle
of the gravel parking area. There's no traffic and most
people bike or walk there. There weren't any cars there
this particular day. My son and I went over and
were playing with a soccer ball, just enjoying the spring weather.
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It was April or May of this year, twenty twenty.
I asked toddle her if he wanted to snack, and
when he said yes, I turned to get him some
fruit out of her picnic basket.
Speaker 2 (03:06):
When I did this, all of.
Speaker 1 (03:08):
A sudden, I didn't hear him babbling on in Cicely
and his little toddler talk anymore. In fact, I realized
I didn't hear anything. I turned to look at my
son and had this weird panicky feeling and goosebumps all
over my body. So I turned and look at my
son and see him looking up into the trees. He
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was staring straight up. Seemed to me he wasn't even blinking.
He then started making a clicking noise. It's noise like
where you kind of cluck your tongue. I like to
be silly, and when we do animal sounds. I told him,
this noise is the sound bugs made. I was wondering
why he was making this noise while eerily staring up
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at this tree. I noticed then that there was nothing
else to be heard. No wind, no neighborhood dogs barking,
no squirrels or chipmunks running, no birds chirping. As my
son stood there seemingly stunned, I shielded my eyes and
looked into the super bright afternoon sky to see what
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he was looking at. As I did this, my son
absent mindedly started walking forwards into the deeper woods. I
called for him to stop, but it was like he
was in a daze or something fixated on whatever he
was seeing in that tree, moving towards it. Now, I
thought he was just wanted to explore, as toddlers do,
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and examine whatever it was. Just as I looked up.
It was hard to see on a bright sunny afternoon,
but as I scanned the trees carefully, I saw it.
I saw what my son was seeing, what had him dazed,
and what he was now absent mindedly walking towards It
looked like the heat vapors that rise up off the
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ground on a boiling hot day, but only it was
in the shape of something not quite human, but humanlike enough.
The first thing that came to my mind was the
invisibility cloak from the Harry Potter movies, like something was
underneath something else hiding, something was hiding. It was knelt
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down with one arm up and holding onto the tree limb,
crouched with the other arm hanging down, finger beckoning to
my son, my son who was still dazed or stunned
or whatever, and slowly walking toward it, clicking like a bug.
Knowing then what I was looking at, this thing that
reminded me of a human but also a praying mantis
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the way it crouched there. It was the predator entity,
the glimmer man, as I've heard a few stories about
on YouTube videos that I've watched.
Speaker 2 (05:43):
And then I.
Speaker 1 (05:44):
Knew what it was and what it was doing. It
was luring my son to it in broad daylight, right
in front of me. I pretended not to see it
and said to my son in my most calm voice,
as calm as I could while being scared out of
my wits, see up there, honey, A birdie, never taking
my eyes off it. I called to my son to
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come to me, Come to mommy, I said, again, as
calm as I could be, which in retrospect probably wasn't
very calm sounding at all. With that, with me calling
my son the second time, still looking up, I saw
the thing's head snap over to look at me, directly
at me, and I'll tell you right now, it just
gave off an evil energy. I could tell it was
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evil with bad intentions. Now I can't tell you how
I knew. I could just tell you that I did.
The strangest part was as soon as the thing snapped
its head around and put its glare on me, my
son kind of shivered, and I heard him calling, dazed
and scared sounding mama. Then I realized that my son
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was no longer making the clicking noise.
Speaker 2 (06:51):
It was this thing.
Speaker 1 (06:54):
At that point, my son was slowly walking back to me,
still dazed, still unblinking, but at least not walking into
the woods anymore, and seemingly how this thing's spell or
grasp for whatever you want to call the way it
had him almost hypnotized. I put my son in his wagon,
looking up every two seconds while trying to comfort my
son and giving up all pretense of not singing it
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or not knowing it was there.
Speaker 2 (07:17):
The minute my.
Speaker 1 (07:18):
Sun and I turned their backs on it, the wind
started blowing again. The squirrels seemed to suddenly appear. We
could hear the neighborhood dogs bark at each other again,
and the birds were also singing their afternoon songs. When
I think about it now, for some reason, this thing
reminded me of tech technology of some kind, and the
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clicking seemed smart somehow, like it was a language. It
was speaking to who or what I don't know and
don't want to know. I call it the glimmer Man
because he glimmered and shimmered in the afternoon sunlight crouching
in that tree. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
I wish I'd written this sooner, as the de he
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tells her A bit fuzzy now, and I'm more of
a storyteller than a story writer. Often wonder too, what
would have happened if I wasn't aware of what lurks
out there in the woods. Would I followed my son
into the woods to let him explore and play with
one and both of us ending up as a story
on your channel or in a Missing four to one
one book. Anyways, that's my story. My son and I
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don't go play over there anymore, but we do pass
it almost every night on our bedtime walk. Keep in
mind my son is too and only has a few
words in his repertoire. However, every night when we pass
that lot in those woods, I'll be darned if he
doesn't point to that tree and say, there it is,
he remembers. I pray it never comes back. If it
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can happen here in New Jersey, it can happen anywhere.
Lesson learned. Thanks for letting me share. Signed Jimma, Massachusetts, Bigfoot.
I want to relay this story about, for lack of
a better term, a big foot sighting me and my
best friend Dave had in September nineteen seventy two in
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South Weymouth, Massachusetts. The date was Friday, September twenty ninth,
nineteen seventy two, at about seven thirty pm. Dave and
I were fourteen years old at the time and had
known each other since first grade. What happened that night
is as follows. Dave's family just moved to a new neighborhood.
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They were building behind my street, Courier Street. His family
lived in my neighborhood before that. That's how we knew
each other for so long. We were walking around his street,
Lendrick Drive, which is a loop. We all hung up
there because there weren't many houses up there yet, especially
on the farm side of his development, and we went
to school with other kids up there. We happened to
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run into his fifteen year old sister who was babysitting
one of the kids who lived there. The girl she
was babysitting was about six or seven years old. Dave's
sister wanted to go over to the old farm field
and smoke a cigarette. The incident happened at the old
farm field. The field was part of a large horse farm,
but not kept up. The grass probably stood three feet high.
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The field was between My Street, a new elementary school,
Union Street Elementary and Lenttric Drive. There was a pond
in the field to one corner, and woods on three sides.
Other fields heavier woods, swamps and creeks went on for
quite a distance. Plus there was a sand pit and
the old swamp river out in those woods. Dave's neighborhood
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was built over the dirt access road that used to
be the right of way to the farm. Most of
it was still there in nineteen seventy two. We walked
over to the farm field using the old dirt road.
Because of the lights around the school, the field was
quite brightly lit once your eyes became accustomed to the
available light. The vegetation between the school and the field
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was low enough at that time to allow a lot
of light into the field. We stood in a circle
under one of the two large trees that stood on
the field. I stood facing Dave with a school to
my left. Dave was busy talking to his sister when
I heard or since something was with us in the
field and at the same time it caught my eye.
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It was to the left of me, no more than
thirty to fifty feet away. It was a large, hairy
creature walking parallel to the school on my left. It
kind of looked like a gorilla, but was huge. I
remember it had a huge shoulders and head. The shoulders
looked to me like they were six to eight feet
off the ground. The head just went into them, maybe
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with a slightly conical shape with no real neck.
Speaker 2 (11:43):
To speak, of.
Speaker 1 (11:45):
Its arms were quite long and the legs short. It
looked hairy, but was really just a dark shape against
the lights of the school. It crept in short movements.
By that, I mean it put its arms out, hands
down on the ground and then moved it back legs
forward about the same distance. I saw it do this
a few times. I never saw it walk upright. Although
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the creature was silhouetted in the light, I could tell
it was watching us. I believe it did not want
us to see it, and was trying to move quietly
through the grass on the edge of the field. It
did not make any sounds.
Speaker 2 (12:21):
Again.
Speaker 1 (12:22):
It had large shoulders, no neck, and a large head.
The body was heavily built. The head profile looked like
the Bigfoot in the nineteen sixty seven Patterson film where
it turns and looked at him as it walks away.
Needless to say, I must have looked freaked out and
turned to look at Dave, who also looked the same.
I said to him, do you see that?
Speaker 2 (12:44):
And he said yeah.
Speaker 1 (12:46):
We just started to run away up the dirt road
to his neighborhood. We didn't even say why we were
running to his sister. Naturally, she and the kid ran
when we did. Once we got safely back to Lyntric
Drive and stopped running, Dave's sister aut.
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That's why we ran.
Speaker 1 (13:01):
When we told her, she called us a couple jerks
and thought that we're trying to scare She went back
to the house she was babysitting at, and David and
I hung out in the front of a house that
was under construction at ninety four Lentric Drive that bordered
the field. There was a small strip of woods between
the house and the field. It was right in front
of the sighting spot. We wanted to go back and
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see if the creature was still there, but we were
too afraid. We heard some noise wood banging or wood
being knocked around at the house under construction, and decided
it was in our best interest to leave the area
and see if we could find some of our other
friends to tell them what we saw and maybe to
go back there in force. As we were walking back
to a house where our other friends usually were hanging
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out at, things got weirder, if you can believe it.
After walking maybe a couple hundred feet, we were in
front of sixty nine Lentric Drive when the second strange
thing happened that night. We had a beam or a
ray shoot in front of us. It was higher than
the te but went right across our path. It looked
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like a black light stretched across the sky because it
was purple. It was bright, but did not illuminate anything.
It was almost like it was a solid rod of
purple light. It actually hummed and had a feeling of
power to it. Very strange. It lasted only a second
or two, but truly shocked us. I'd say it was
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like six inches in diameter and shot across the sky
like a laser beam. We lived less than a mile
from the south of Weymouth Naval Air Station, which was
active at the time. I would say the beam would
have had to cross over the air base and maybe
even came from it. I lived around that base for
over thirty years and never saw any beams come from
the base before or after that event. I never saw
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anything like the beam or the creature again. We were
always in those woods and fields in all hours after
that and never saw anything else strange or unexplained again,
although my youngest sister saw a large UFO come in
over the trees and hover over her car. At the
Union Street Elementary School in July of nineteen eighty three.
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She had three other people in her car and they
all saw it. A year later, a person I worked
with describes seeing UFO in Weymouth, mass in July nineteen
eighty three that matched my sister's exact description. Unfortunately, the farm, field, woods,
and sand pits are gone all developed, although the field
remains as a golf course. I cannot say if the
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creature and the light beam were related, but they happened
within ten minutes or less of each other. Dave and
I always felt the creature was not of this world
and the light beam had something to do with it.
This is only our speculation, though there's not been one
day in my life that I have not thought about
that night. It's probably good to note that Dave and
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I did not take drugs or drink alcohol and were
completely straight at the time of the incident. Of course,
most people never believed us and still don't. On a
side note, Southeastern Massachusetts has had other Bigfoot sightings, especially
in the early seventies. These usually occurred in the Bridgewater
Triangle area and the hawk Amarck Swamp. South Weymouth borders
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the town of Abington, which is considered one of the
points of the Bridgewater Triangle. Most people never heard of
this area, and the Indians considered it a place where
evil spirits dwell. We only found out about these sightings
long after hours. I swear that all the above is
true to my best recollection, Signed John Forest Shadow Person.
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I'm an ultra marathon runner in Pennsylvania. I was running
a trail race this summer. When running a trail race,
you're looking fifty t one hundred feet ahead for the
next blaze. A blaze is a painted rectangle of a
specific color on the trunk of a tree that is
usually six to eight feet off the ground. So when
running a trail race, you're always looking ahead, both at
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your feet in front of you do not trip on
a tree, root, or rock, as well as fifty to
one hundred feet ahead to figure out which way you're
going and to make sure you're still on the trail
and the correct one at that At around miles twenty
eight or twenty nine of this race, I encountered a
small valley at around four PM. I was feeling great,
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as it was a cool summer day and I was
certainly not dehydrated. Nor hypoglycemic. I was running alone, as
is often the case on really long trail runs, as
the runners spread out over such a great distance. I
was looking ahead, about one hundred to two hundred feet
up the hill to exit from the valley, between two trees.
There was a figure present, about eight to ten feet tall.
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I was surprised, as this portion of the trail is
about five miles south of the nearby state park. Immediately,
my mind, being a physician, quickly came up with a list.
It was not a person. It was not a deer.
It was not a black bear, which are reported in
the area. Then I thought to myself, how lucky am
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I after reading many books about bigfoot, particularly in Pennsylvania.
How lucky am I that I'm finally going to get
to see one. It was not a bigfoot. The shadow
figure slash person, who was standing between the two trees
to my right, stepped to its left in front of
the tree. I can now see the terrain between the
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two trees as it was no longer obscured. The shadow
figure slash person then took off, running very fast down
the hillside to its left, therefore not towards my general direction.
It moved so quickly it made no sound, which is
surprising given the amount of foliage and rocks. I still
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have the image of it taking off and running seared
into my mind. I'm pretty sure that shadow figure slash
person saw me, of course, surmising this and again speculating,
I think it was surprised and took off Ronnick. I
was not afraid of it, which I find somewhat strange
given the encounter. And we went our separate ways on
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the trail, and I suppose in life, I ended up
finishing the Ultra Marathon on time. That's my goal to finish,
not the place. I've not told many people about my sighting,
as I do not know what it all means. However,
that being said, I know exactly what I saw. Thank you,
Signed Anonymous. A strange occurrence in California. I'm riding in
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with my scary, strange story, which took place in about
two thousand and three. I was living with my husband
and two daughters, which were two and five at the time.
We lived in a house on my in lost property,
which had been in their family for generations and had
actually been the first post office when they established the town.
We had some strange experiences, which started about a month
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after we moved in. I've never believed in supernatural things,
so tried desperately to find reasonable explanations and could not.
It started with the sounds of breaking glass or dishes
in the middle of the night, and my four year
old daughter refusing to sleep in her own room, saying
that a black monster would sit on her chest in
the middle of the night. She'd always slept in her
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own room before, but we moved her bed into her
little sister's room and they slept together there. My husband
and I began to wake up to these glass breaking
sounds in the middle of the night. The first few
times it happened, we'd go investigate and find our daughters
peeking out of their bedroom door. I assumed they were
getting into things and making these noises being together in
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the bedroom, and would yell at them to stop and
go to bed. Then one night, when they were sleeping
over their grandparents, this happened again. It was then almost
a nightly occurrence, and we just ignored it as I
couldn't find the source. Other strange things would happen, like
I'd see my husband walk by and say something to him,
get no answer. And then look and find him outside
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shopping wood or doing something else far away from the house,
which made it impossible for him to have been at
the house. Seconds before, we'd hear heavy footsteps on the floor,
but no one would be there. One night, we were
all asleep, I woke up in the middle of the
night to my husband screaming. I mean screaming. He's six
foot four, grew up in the woods. It's pretty tough,
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and I'd never heard anything like it. He sounded like
a woman being attacked. I was asleep on my stomach
and turned my head to see him kicking at me
as hard as he could. He should have been kicking me,
but he wasn't. He was kicking something so hard that
he kicked himself off the bed and fell onto the floor.
I tried to jump up and found that I couldn't move.
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My husband was on the floor screaming and crying, and
I felt like something very heavy was on me. I
couldn't breathe or move. My daughters ran into our bedroom
and everything just stopped. I jumped out of bed, grabbed
the keys, and we drove up the road to my
law's house. I was wearing pajama pants and a tank top,
and we didn't even put on shoes. When we got inside,
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my father in law was behind me and said, oh
my god, what happened to hear back? I had what
appeared to be several deep scratches or burn wounds on
my back and shoulders. My husband was limping and ended
up being diagnosed with a fracture in his foot from
kicking this invisible thing so hard. It was absolutely terrifying.
I refused to ever go back into that house. My
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in laws moved all our stuff out for us and
we moved. After moving out, we found out a bunch
of really odd things about the house. My mother in
law had grown up in the house and she had
the same experiences as my daughter with something sitting on
her chest and the breaking glass sounds. The property had
been part of an Indian burial ground, and several Chinese
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railroad slaves had died on the property while constructing the
railroad tunnels which ran through that part of the area.
They had rented the house out previously, and the previous
tenant had an exorcism and several blessings performed on the house,
and it actually also moved out because of the scary experiences.
My in laws claimed they didn't tell us anything because
they didn't want the girls to be afraid of living there.
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I don't know what exactly went on there, but I
know I'll never go back into that house again, Signed
Angela my childhood encounters. There are certain aspects of the
world beyond the Roman Catholic Church that were simply not
passed down, such as how to reconcile full body apparitions.
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The notion of paranormal activity was just never addressed. This
is not to say in a disparaging manner. It was
just simply not part of the day to day measures
of a very conservative household. This was the position I
was awkwardly thrust into at the close of the nineteen eighties.
The home, already in significant turmoil was the passing of
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my mother from an aggressive and debilitating battle cancer. We
were all significantly alienated from one another. My grieving alcoholic
father and teenage brothers couldn't be bothered with the doings
of a preteen little girl. Ergo, my status as latch
key semi began, and much of my time was spent
escaping the chaos of home with at the time my
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best girlfriend and her family at their home, which is
where the encounter took place. Children being prone to flights
to fancy or vivid exaggerations of their imaginings does not
apply to the very pragmatic child I have become in
the twenty months of my mother's illness. Reality, practicality, and
the fragile state of mortality were a bedrock of my reasoning.
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As on many many occasions, I was spending the night
at my bestie's house, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary
went on. We ran around barefoot till the porch light
turned on, washing in the hands, some TV, and then
adjourning to my friend's bedroom, where she had a collection
of Barbie dolls that would rival the Queen of England's
collection of Corgi's and hats to tomboy. This was a
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mind blowing feet Barbie wow. Eventually, as all giggling little
girls do, we slowly ran out of mundane doings of
finding Barbie shoes that matched, not keeping the parents awake,
and drifted off to sleep from my makeshift bed on
the floor. I was bathed in the middlemost rays of moonlight,
barely enough to not to stub toes whilst making zero
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dark thirty Olympic sprints to the bathroom. For whatever reason,
my sense of drifting off to sleep was jolted back
into consciousness. Not the falling sensation of going into rim state,
the almost jarring feeling of someone urgently making to rouse you,
minus the noisy effect. I was completely aware in the
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nearly pitched back room, minus the nominal rays of the
moon through the curtains. I looked to my sleeping friend
as if to imply, why the hell did you wake me?
When she was peacefully lightly snoring away? Okay, wasn't you?
Then my attention was caught by movement in the bedroom door.
There was left half way ajar. There stood a stark
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still person. In my haze, I called Aunt Jane, no answer,
now I've changed the names for the purpose of this story.
The poor light and awkward position on the floor lean
to not fully comprehending why someone would be standing in
the door, let alone who so there? I was contemplating
what I had done to wake up the parents when
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the evening closed of the person in the door did
not jove with what I knew the parents to have
retired to bed in.
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This was not one of them. There, it was.
Speaker 1 (26:39):
Standing there, calmly and nonchalantly, with its hand lightly perched
on the doorknob and partially blocking the entry to the room,
the way a mother or father would briefly check in
on sleeping children. Clad in a long, lightly muted ethereal
gray nightgown with longish shoulder, lengked hair, and drum roll,
no recognizable face. There wasn't one, or feet for that matter.
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Just as my heart rate was beginning to vibrate out
of my veins, the figure removed its hand from the doorknob,
turned and left in the direction of the parents' bedroom.
At this point, thoroughly confused and perplexed, I laid their
holy baffled on what to do next. After an indetermined
amount of time, I got to my feet, quietly as
to not disturb my still sleeping friend. Do what every
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horror movie casualty does. Go investigate, dirpe, try not to
stumble or make noise. I traversed the hall to my
friend's parents room, where they were snoring, though not quite
as soft and assuming as my friend was snoring. No,
this snoring was again to a diesel truck jake break.
They were not the ones standing in the door, making
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my way back to my friend's room, I laid back
down on my bed fort and battle whether or not
I should be afraid, as I felt no fear in
the moments of my visitation, what was it? At some
point I fell asleep, thought don't recall when I just
woke to my friend saying it's time to get up
for breakfast, at which point I stood inspected the door
for anything hanging on it that could be confused for
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a person in the dark, and there was nothing. At breakfast.
Despite having confirmed the parents were asleep that night, I
asked if either parent had checked on us the previous night,
knowing they'd say no. To my utter lack of surprise,
they did say no. My demeanor must have been written
on my face as their lighthearted response turned serious, and
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I was questioned as to why I was asking, so
I laid out the events of the night in a
manner that embellished nothing stone cold serious. Nothing ever came
of that conversation, and it was never mentioned again. To
this day, after decades of dissecting that event, I'm no
closer to understanding what it was, or why it was there,
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or why it woke me just to stand there and
stare at me. No earth shattering, poltergeisting, or scary skin
tingling sensations for my account, just a paranormal blip in
a lifetime of oddities. Thank you for listening. Maybe you
can relate to my story and appreciate the strangeness. Thank
you for letting me share my account, Signed anonymous. Well, friends,
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that's all the stories we have for Volume AID. What
an amazing, incredible set of stories. Let's know what you
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good to yourselves and each other. I'm Steve Stockton and
I'll talk to you next time.
Hello, friends, and welcome to this our eighth compilation of
listeners submitted stories. This series has proven very popular and
we continue to be amazed at the strange experiences our
listeners have encountered. A huge thank you is in order
to those that have chosen to share them with all
of us, and as always, the following stories are unedited
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and can be frightening. These are told in the way
that they were sent in, written by the person who
experienced the encounter. We also please ask that you respect
those who have shared their stories with us, and also
respect everyone in the comments section while discussing these encounters.
Some of these stories have never been shared, even with
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family and friends. Bill and myself both feel it's important
to provide an outlet for others to share their personal,
strange and perhaps supernatural encounters without fear of judgment or ridicule,
and we're more than happy to continue doing so. And
now I invite you to take my hand and join
me on a walk into the unexplained. Sit back, relax,
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and let's begin. Glimmer Man in New Jersey, Hello, Steve.
I'm a long time subscriber to your channel and love
your compilation stories. I've wanted my own. I've been wanting
to tell you for a while now and can't wait
to hear you recount it.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
For me. I'm always wondering how many.
Speaker 1 (01:29):
Other people have experienced this same thing. Sometimes I look
back and think perhaps I'm going crazy, but other times,
most times I know the truth. There's something out there
stalking people in the woods. Now, I'd always thought I
had to be in a national park to encounter these
kinds of things, only to find out that's not always
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the case. Anyway, here's my story. I live in a
small rural town in northern New Jersey. I just moved
here a few years ago from an overpopulated city area.
I'm not familiar with things such as hiking and camping
and all that stuff. But the house I live in
is on two acres of land, and it has a
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babbling brook running through it. This brook separates my property
from protected slash no build area where there are deep
woods and hiking trails. Before you get to any of that, though,
there's a small parking area, just some gravel surrounded by trees,
with the start of the hiking trails leading into deep,
very deep woods. One day, my two year old and
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I were tired of playing in the yard, and I
decided to pack us up a picnic and go and
let him play on the grassy knoll in the middle
of the gravel parking area. There's no traffic and most
people bike or walk there. There weren't any cars there
this particular day. My son and I went over and
were playing with a soccer ball, just enjoying the spring weather.
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It was April or May of this year, twenty twenty.
I asked toddle her if he wanted to snack, and
when he said yes, I turned to get him some
fruit out of her picnic basket.
Speaker 2 (03:06):
When I did this, all of.
Speaker 1 (03:08):
A sudden, I didn't hear him babbling on in Cicely
and his little toddler talk anymore. In fact, I realized
I didn't hear anything. I turned to look at my
son and had this weird panicky feeling and goosebumps all
over my body. So I turned and look at my
son and see him looking up into the trees. He
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was staring straight up. Seemed to me he wasn't even blinking.
He then started making a clicking noise. It's noise like
where you kind of cluck your tongue. I like to
be silly, and when we do animal sounds. I told him,
this noise is the sound bugs made. I was wondering
why he was making this noise while eerily staring up
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at this tree. I noticed then that there was nothing
else to be heard. No wind, no neighborhood dogs barking,
no squirrels or chipmunks running, no birds chirping. As my
son stood there seemingly stunned, I shielded my eyes and
looked into the super bright afternoon sky to see what
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he was looking at. As I did this, my son
absent mindedly started walking forwards into the deeper woods. I
called for him to stop, but it was like he
was in a daze or something fixated on whatever he
was seeing in that tree, moving towards it. Now, I
thought he was just wanted to explore, as toddlers do,
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and examine whatever it was. Just as I looked up.
It was hard to see on a bright sunny afternoon,
but as I scanned the trees carefully, I saw it.
I saw what my son was seeing, what had him dazed,
and what he was now absent mindedly walking towards It
looked like the heat vapors that rise up off the
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ground on a boiling hot day, but only it was
in the shape of something not quite human, but humanlike enough.
The first thing that came to my mind was the
invisibility cloak from the Harry Potter movies, like something was
underneath something else hiding, something was hiding. It was knelt
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down with one arm up and holding onto the tree limb,
crouched with the other arm hanging down, finger beckoning to
my son, my son who was still dazed or stunned
or whatever, and slowly walking toward it, clicking like a bug.
Knowing then what I was looking at, this thing that
reminded me of a human but also a praying mantis
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the way it crouched there. It was the predator entity,
the glimmer man, as I've heard a few stories about
on YouTube videos that I've watched.
Speaker 2 (05:43):
And then I.
Speaker 1 (05:44):
Knew what it was and what it was doing. It
was luring my son to it in broad daylight, right
in front of me. I pretended not to see it
and said to my son in my most calm voice,
as calm as I could while being scared out of
my wits, see up there, honey, A birdie, never taking
my eyes off it. I called to my son to
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come to me, Come to mommy, I said, again, as
calm as I could be, which in retrospect probably wasn't
very calm sounding at all. With that, with me calling
my son the second time, still looking up, I saw
the thing's head snap over to look at me, directly
at me, and I'll tell you right now, it just
gave off an evil energy. I could tell it was
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evil with bad intentions. Now I can't tell you how
I knew. I could just tell you that I did.
The strangest part was as soon as the thing snapped
its head around and put its glare on me, my
son kind of shivered, and I heard him calling, dazed
and scared sounding mama. Then I realized that my son
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was no longer making the clicking noise.
Speaker 2 (06:51):
It was this thing.
Speaker 1 (06:54):
At that point, my son was slowly walking back to me,
still dazed, still unblinking, but at least not walking into
the woods anymore, and seemingly how this thing's spell or
grasp for whatever you want to call the way it
had him almost hypnotized. I put my son in his wagon,
looking up every two seconds while trying to comfort my
son and giving up all pretense of not singing it
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or not knowing it was there.
Speaker 2 (07:17):
The minute my.
Speaker 1 (07:18):
Sun and I turned their backs on it, the wind
started blowing again. The squirrels seemed to suddenly appear. We
could hear the neighborhood dogs bark at each other again,
and the birds were also singing their afternoon songs. When
I think about it now, for some reason, this thing
reminded me of tech technology of some kind, and the
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clicking seemed smart somehow, like it was a language. It
was speaking to who or what I don't know and
don't want to know. I call it the glimmer Man
because he glimmered and shimmered in the afternoon sunlight crouching
in that tree. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
I wish I'd written this sooner, as the de he
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tells her A bit fuzzy now, and I'm more of
a storyteller than a story writer. Often wonder too, what
would have happened if I wasn't aware of what lurks
out there in the woods. Would I followed my son
into the woods to let him explore and play with
one and both of us ending up as a story
on your channel or in a Missing four to one
one book. Anyways, that's my story. My son and I
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don't go play over there anymore, but we do pass
it almost every night on our bedtime walk. Keep in
mind my son is too and only has a few
words in his repertoire. However, every night when we pass
that lot in those woods, I'll be darned if he
doesn't point to that tree and say, there it is,
he remembers. I pray it never comes back. If it
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can happen here in New Jersey, it can happen anywhere.
Lesson learned. Thanks for letting me share. Signed Jimma, Massachusetts, Bigfoot.
I want to relay this story about, for lack of
a better term, a big foot sighting me and my
best friend Dave had in September nineteen seventy two in
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South Weymouth, Massachusetts. The date was Friday, September twenty ninth,
nineteen seventy two, at about seven thirty pm. Dave and
I were fourteen years old at the time and had
known each other since first grade. What happened that night
is as follows. Dave's family just moved to a new neighborhood.
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They were building behind my street, Courier Street. His family
lived in my neighborhood before that. That's how we knew
each other for so long. We were walking around his street,
Lendrick Drive, which is a loop. We all hung up
there because there weren't many houses up there yet, especially
on the farm side of his development, and we went
to school with other kids up there. We happened to
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run into his fifteen year old sister who was babysitting
one of the kids who lived there. The girl she
was babysitting was about six or seven years old. Dave's
sister wanted to go over to the old farm field
and smoke a cigarette. The incident happened at the old
farm field. The field was part of a large horse farm,
but not kept up. The grass probably stood three feet high.
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The field was between My Street, a new elementary school,
Union Street Elementary and Lenttric Drive. There was a pond
in the field to one corner, and woods on three sides.
Other fields heavier woods, swamps and creeks went on for
quite a distance. Plus there was a sand pit and
the old swamp river out in those woods. Dave's neighborhood
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was built over the dirt access road that used to
be the right of way to the farm. Most of
it was still there in nineteen seventy two. We walked
over to the farm field using the old dirt road.
Because of the lights around the school, the field was
quite brightly lit once your eyes became accustomed to the
available light. The vegetation between the school and the field
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was low enough at that time to allow a lot
of light into the field. We stood in a circle
under one of the two large trees that stood on
the field. I stood facing Dave with a school to
my left. Dave was busy talking to his sister when
I heard or since something was with us in the
field and at the same time it caught my eye.
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It was to the left of me, no more than
thirty to fifty feet away. It was a large, hairy
creature walking parallel to the school on my left. It
kind of looked like a gorilla, but was huge. I
remember it had a huge shoulders and head. The shoulders
looked to me like they were six to eight feet
off the ground. The head just went into them, maybe
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with a slightly conical shape with no real neck.
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To speak, of.
Speaker 1 (11:45):
Its arms were quite long and the legs short. It
looked hairy, but was really just a dark shape against
the lights of the school. It crept in short movements.
By that, I mean it put its arms out, hands
down on the ground and then moved it back legs
forward about the same distance. I saw it do this
a few times. I never saw it walk upright. Although
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the creature was silhouetted in the light, I could tell
it was watching us. I believe it did not want
us to see it, and was trying to move quietly
through the grass on the edge of the field. It
did not make any sounds.
Speaker 2 (12:21):
Again.
Speaker 1 (12:22):
It had large shoulders, no neck, and a large head.
The body was heavily built. The head profile looked like
the Bigfoot in the nineteen sixty seven Patterson film where
it turns and looked at him as it walks away.
Needless to say, I must have looked freaked out and
turned to look at Dave, who also looked the same.
I said to him, do you see that?
Speaker 2 (12:44):
And he said yeah.
Speaker 1 (12:46):
We just started to run away up the dirt road
to his neighborhood. We didn't even say why we were
running to his sister. Naturally, she and the kid ran
when we did. Once we got safely back to Lyntric
Drive and stopped running, Dave's sister aut.
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That's why we ran.
Speaker 1 (13:01):
When we told her, she called us a couple jerks
and thought that we're trying to scare She went back
to the house she was babysitting at, and David and
I hung out in the front of a house that
was under construction at ninety four Lentric Drive that bordered
the field. There was a small strip of woods between
the house and the field. It was right in front
of the sighting spot. We wanted to go back and
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see if the creature was still there, but we were
too afraid. We heard some noise wood banging or wood
being knocked around at the house under construction, and decided
it was in our best interest to leave the area
and see if we could find some of our other
friends to tell them what we saw and maybe to
go back there in force. As we were walking back
to a house where our other friends usually were hanging
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out at, things got weirder, if you can believe it.
After walking maybe a couple hundred feet, we were in
front of sixty nine Lentric Drive when the second strange
thing happened that night. We had a beam or a
ray shoot in front of us. It was higher than
the te but went right across our path. It looked
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like a black light stretched across the sky because it
was purple. It was bright, but did not illuminate anything.
It was almost like it was a solid rod of
purple light. It actually hummed and had a feeling of
power to it. Very strange. It lasted only a second
or two, but truly shocked us. I'd say it was
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like six inches in diameter and shot across the sky
like a laser beam. We lived less than a mile
from the south of Weymouth Naval Air Station, which was
active at the time. I would say the beam would
have had to cross over the air base and maybe
even came from it. I lived around that base for
over thirty years and never saw any beams come from
the base before or after that event. I never saw
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anything like the beam or the creature again. We were
always in those woods and fields in all hours after
that and never saw anything else strange or unexplained again,
although my youngest sister saw a large UFO come in
over the trees and hover over her car. At the
Union Street Elementary School in July of nineteen eighty three.
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She had three other people in her car and they
all saw it. A year later, a person I worked
with describes seeing UFO in Weymouth, mass in July nineteen
eighty three that matched my sister's exact description. Unfortunately, the farm, field, woods,
and sand pits are gone all developed, although the field
remains as a golf course. I cannot say if the
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creature and the light beam were related, but they happened
within ten minutes or less of each other. Dave and
I always felt the creature was not of this world
and the light beam had something to do with it.
This is only our speculation, though there's not been one
day in my life that I have not thought about
that night. It's probably good to note that Dave and
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I did not take drugs or drink alcohol and were
completely straight at the time of the incident. Of course,
most people never believed us and still don't. On a
side note, Southeastern Massachusetts has had other Bigfoot sightings, especially
in the early seventies. These usually occurred in the Bridgewater
Triangle area and the hawk Amarck Swamp. South Weymouth borders
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the town of Abington, which is considered one of the
points of the Bridgewater Triangle. Most people never heard of
this area, and the Indians considered it a place where
evil spirits dwell. We only found out about these sightings
long after hours. I swear that all the above is
true to my best recollection, Signed John Forest Shadow Person.
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I'm an ultra marathon runner in Pennsylvania. I was running
a trail race this summer. When running a trail race,
you're looking fifty t one hundred feet ahead for the
next blaze. A blaze is a painted rectangle of a
specific color on the trunk of a tree that is
usually six to eight feet off the ground. So when
running a trail race, you're always looking ahead, both at
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your feet in front of you do not trip on
a tree, root, or rock, as well as fifty to
one hundred feet ahead to figure out which way you're
going and to make sure you're still on the trail
and the correct one at that At around miles twenty
eight or twenty nine of this race, I encountered a
small valley at around four PM. I was feeling great,
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as it was a cool summer day and I was
certainly not dehydrated. Nor hypoglycemic. I was running alone, as
is often the case on really long trail runs, as
the runners spread out over such a great distance. I
was looking ahead, about one hundred to two hundred feet
up the hill to exit from the valley, between two trees.
There was a figure present, about eight to ten feet tall.
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I was surprised, as this portion of the trail is
about five miles south of the nearby state park. Immediately,
my mind, being a physician, quickly came up with a list.
It was not a person. It was not a deer.
It was not a black bear, which are reported in
the area. Then I thought to myself, how lucky am
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I after reading many books about bigfoot, particularly in Pennsylvania.
How lucky am I that I'm finally going to get
to see one. It was not a bigfoot. The shadow
figure slash person, who was standing between the two trees
to my right, stepped to its left in front of
the tree. I can now see the terrain between the
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two trees as it was no longer obscured. The shadow
figure slash person then took off, running very fast down
the hillside to its left, therefore not towards my general direction.
It moved so quickly it made no sound, which is
surprising given the amount of foliage and rocks. I still
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have the image of it taking off and running seared
into my mind. I'm pretty sure that shadow figure slash
person saw me, of course, surmising this and again speculating,
I think it was surprised and took off Ronnick. I
was not afraid of it, which I find somewhat strange
given the encounter. And we went our separate ways on
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the trail, and I suppose in life, I ended up
finishing the Ultra Marathon on time. That's my goal to finish,
not the place. I've not told many people about my sighting,
as I do not know what it all means. However,
that being said, I know exactly what I saw. Thank you,
Signed Anonymous. A strange occurrence in California. I'm riding in
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with my scary, strange story, which took place in about
two thousand and three. I was living with my husband
and two daughters, which were two and five at the time.
We lived in a house on my in lost property,
which had been in their family for generations and had
actually been the first post office when they established the town.
We had some strange experiences, which started about a month
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after we moved in. I've never believed in supernatural things,
so tried desperately to find reasonable explanations and could not.
It started with the sounds of breaking glass or dishes
in the middle of the night, and my four year
old daughter refusing to sleep in her own room, saying
that a black monster would sit on her chest in
the middle of the night. She'd always slept in her
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own room before, but we moved her bed into her
little sister's room and they slept together there. My husband
and I began to wake up to these glass breaking
sounds in the middle of the night. The first few
times it happened, we'd go investigate and find our daughters
peeking out of their bedroom door. I assumed they were
getting into things and making these noises being together in
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the bedroom, and would yell at them to stop and
go to bed. Then one night, when they were sleeping
over their grandparents, this happened again. It was then almost
a nightly occurrence, and we just ignored it as I
couldn't find the source. Other strange things would happen, like
I'd see my husband walk by and say something to him,
get no answer. And then look and find him outside
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shopping wood or doing something else far away from the house,
which made it impossible for him to have been at
the house. Seconds before, we'd hear heavy footsteps on the floor,
but no one would be there. One night, we were
all asleep, I woke up in the middle of the
night to my husband screaming. I mean screaming. He's six
foot four, grew up in the woods. It's pretty tough,
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and I'd never heard anything like it. He sounded like
a woman being attacked. I was asleep on my stomach
and turned my head to see him kicking at me
as hard as he could. He should have been kicking me,
but he wasn't. He was kicking something so hard that
he kicked himself off the bed and fell onto the floor.
I tried to jump up and found that I couldn't move.
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My husband was on the floor screaming and crying, and
I felt like something very heavy was on me. I
couldn't breathe or move. My daughters ran into our bedroom
and everything just stopped. I jumped out of bed, grabbed
the keys, and we drove up the road to my
law's house. I was wearing pajama pants and a tank top,
and we didn't even put on shoes. When we got inside,
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my father in law was behind me and said, oh
my god, what happened to hear back? I had what
appeared to be several deep scratches or burn wounds on
my back and shoulders. My husband was limping and ended
up being diagnosed with a fracture in his foot from
kicking this invisible thing so hard. It was absolutely terrifying.
I refused to ever go back into that house. My
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in laws moved all our stuff out for us and
we moved. After moving out, we found out a bunch
of really odd things about the house. My mother in
law had grown up in the house and she had
the same experiences as my daughter with something sitting on
her chest and the breaking glass sounds. The property had
been part of an Indian burial ground, and several Chinese
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railroad slaves had died on the property while constructing the
railroad tunnels which ran through that part of the area.
They had rented the house out previously, and the previous
tenant had an exorcism and several blessings performed on the house,
and it actually also moved out because of the scary experiences.
My in laws claimed they didn't tell us anything because
they didn't want the girls to be afraid of living there.
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I don't know what exactly went on there, but I
know I'll never go back into that house again, Signed
Angela my childhood encounters. There are certain aspects of the
world beyond the Roman Catholic Church that were simply not
passed down, such as how to reconcile full body apparitions.
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The notion of paranormal activity was just never addressed. This
is not to say in a disparaging manner. It was
just simply not part of the day to day measures
of a very conservative household. This was the position I
was awkwardly thrust into at the close of the nineteen eighties.
The home, already in significant turmoil was the passing of
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my mother from an aggressive and debilitating battle cancer. We
were all significantly alienated from one another. My grieving alcoholic
father and teenage brothers couldn't be bothered with the doings
of a preteen little girl. Ergo, my status as latch
key semi began, and much of my time was spent
escaping the chaos of home with at the time my
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best girlfriend and her family at their home, which is
where the encounter took place. Children being prone to flights
to fancy or vivid exaggerations of their imaginings does not
apply to the very pragmatic child I have become in
the twenty months of my mother's illness. Reality, practicality, and
the fragile state of mortality were a bedrock of my reasoning.
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As on many many occasions, I was spending the night
at my bestie's house, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary
went on. We ran around barefoot till the porch light
turned on, washing in the hands, some TV, and then
adjourning to my friend's bedroom, where she had a collection
of Barbie dolls that would rival the Queen of England's
collection of Corgi's and hats to tomboy. This was a
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mind blowing feet Barbie wow. Eventually, as all giggling little
girls do, we slowly ran out of mundane doings of
finding Barbie shoes that matched, not keeping the parents awake,
and drifted off to sleep from my makeshift bed on
the floor. I was bathed in the middlemost rays of moonlight,
barely enough to not to stub toes whilst making zero
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dark thirty Olympic sprints to the bathroom. For whatever reason,
my sense of drifting off to sleep was jolted back
into consciousness. Not the falling sensation of going into rim state,
the almost jarring feeling of someone urgently making to rouse you,
minus the noisy effect. I was completely aware in the
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nearly pitched back room, minus the nominal rays of the
moon through the curtains. I looked to my sleeping friend
as if to imply, why the hell did you wake me?
When she was peacefully lightly snoring away? Okay, wasn't you?
Then my attention was caught by movement in the bedroom door.
There was left half way ajar. There stood a stark
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still person. In my haze, I called Aunt Jane, no answer,
now I've changed the names for the purpose of this story.
The poor light and awkward position on the floor lean
to not fully comprehending why someone would be standing in
the door, let alone who so there? I was contemplating
what I had done to wake up the parents when
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the evening closed of the person in the door did
not jove with what I knew the parents to have
retired to bed in.
Speaker 2 (26:35):
This was not one of them. There, it was.
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Standing there, calmly and nonchalantly, with its hand lightly perched
on the doorknob and partially blocking the entry to the room,
the way a mother or father would briefly check in
on sleeping children. Clad in a long, lightly muted ethereal
gray nightgown with longish shoulder, lengked hair, and drum roll,
no recognizable face. There wasn't one, or feet for that matter.
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Just as my heart rate was beginning to vibrate out
of my veins, the figure removed its hand from the doorknob,
turned and left in the direction of the parents' bedroom.
At this point, thoroughly confused and perplexed, I laid their
holy baffled on what to do next. After an indetermined
amount of time, I got to my feet, quietly as
to not disturb my still sleeping friend. Do what every
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horror movie casualty does. Go investigate, dirpe, try not to
stumble or make noise. I traversed the hall to my
friend's parents room, where they were snoring, though not quite
as soft and assuming as my friend was snoring. No,
this snoring was again to a diesel truck jake break.
They were not the ones standing in the door, making
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my way back to my friend's room, I laid back
down on my bed fort and battle whether or not
I should be afraid, as I felt no fear in
the moments of my visitation, what was it? At some
point I fell asleep, thought don't recall when I just
woke to my friend saying it's time to get up
for breakfast, at which point I stood inspected the door
for anything hanging on it that could be confused for
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a person in the dark, and there was nothing. At breakfast.
Despite having confirmed the parents were asleep that night, I
asked if either parent had checked on us the previous night,
knowing they'd say no. To my utter lack of surprise,
they did say no. My demeanor must have been written
on my face as their lighthearted response turned serious, and
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I was questioned as to why I was asking, so
I laid out the events of the night in a
manner that embellished nothing stone cold serious. Nothing ever came
of that conversation, and it was never mentioned again. To
this day, after decades of dissecting that event, I'm no
closer to understanding what it was, or why it was there,
(28:50):
or why it woke me just to stand there and
stare at me. No earth shattering, poltergeisting, or scary skin
tingling sensations for my account, just a paranormal blip in
a lifetime of oddities. Thank you for listening. Maybe you
can relate to my story and appreciate the strangeness. Thank
you for letting me share my account, Signed anonymous. Well, friends,
(29:16):
that's all the stories we have for Volume AID. What
an amazing, incredible set of stories. Let's know what you
think about these tales in the comments below, but please
be respectful opinions of others. Also, if you have any
strange encounters you would like to see featured in an
upcoming video by all means, please email them to National
(29:37):
Park Mysteries YT at gmail dot com. We love reading
and sharing your encounters with ghosts, humanoids, cryptids, or any
other type of unknown entity or experience that is beyond
reasoning or explanation. Once again, thanks for listening, and please
be sure to leave a like on the video and
to share and subscribe for more of these strange stories. Also,
(30:00):
if you enjoy true tales of the supernatural, the occult,
and the paranormal, I'd like to take this opportunity to
invite you to visit my channel thirteen past midnight.
Speaker 2 (30:09):
There's a link in the description.
Speaker 1 (30:11):
Also, if you'd like to converse with me personally, my
email is Steve Stockton eighty one. That's the numbers eight
one at gmail dot com. I love hearing from listeners
and have made some incredible new friends via this channel.
I'm also on Facebook at Steve Stockton eighty one, and
on Twitter my handle is strange and Odd. Meanwhile, be
(30:33):
good to yourselves and each other. I'm Steve Stockton and
I'll talk to you next time.
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