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Speaker 1 (00:06):
In the early nineteen nineties, my brother and I used
to go to Eyehop every night. We would spend hours
there drinking coffee and discussing philosophy and art and religion
and literature. We were sitting in the last booth in
the corner where we could see out of both sides,
because each side had a row of windows, and the
window showed a scene of the Dallas LBJ Freeway leading
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into I thirty five and an endless stream of fast cars.
And even though it was late at night, the stream
was still moving. I noticed to my left, way out
in the distance, a figure coming off of I thirty five.
It walked down the middle of the median between the
two sections of east and westbound traffic, and as it
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got closer, I could see it was a woman in
a long white dress. She had long black hair and
wore white veil that flowed behind her like a train. Well.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and I squinted to
make sure I was seeing what I was seeing, And
I watched as she got closer and closer, thinking that
when she passed the bridge, I might be able to
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see her going down the other side. But while she
was on the bridge. My view was obstructed by a
service station, and I didn't see her come out the
other side. She either disappeared on the bridge or crossed
the freeway there amid the heavy stream of traffic and
went down the grassy hillside. I read about a legend
once called La La Nna. I'm sure I'm not pronouncing
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that right. She is the weeping woman of the Southwest.
It eerily fits the woman I saw. The legend says
that the beautiful woman has long black hair, and she
wears a white gown, and she wanders through the night
looking for children to take with her. Maybe that was
just a meth head walking around doing that jerky kind
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of thing they do, and she had found a sheet
to wrap her up with. I don't know. I don't know.
Let's go to the next He's got another story here,
Let's go to that. In the nineteen eighties, I used
to visit my sister and her husband and spend time
with their kids every year. My brother in law's father
lived with them. He was disabled and he stayed back
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in his room most of the time. My sister was
a teacher and her husband ran his own company, and
while they were at work and the kids were at school,
I would be left alone with his father. Often, my
brother in law's clients would call the house and I
would take a message for them, and when the phone rang,
the father would pick up the phone and answer it too,
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and each time I told him that I had it covered,
and then he would hang up. I never saw the
guy much, and that was about the only contact I
actually wanted with him. He was not a personable guy.
My sister and her family moved to a new house
with a pool, and his father died shortly after that.
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We lot visit to them at their new house. One morning,
after everyone had gone to school and work, I was
left alone again, and I was planning to swim in
their new pool and read a book and watch TV.
But as usual, the phone rang. It was a customer
for my brother in law, and as I spoke to
the customer, the phone made a clicking sound like another
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extension had picked up. Hello. I heard the voice say
the same voice as my sister's late father in law. Well,
I kept talking and I took the message and the
caller hung up, and I didn't hear the extension hang up,
so I stayed on the line and there was no
doll tone, and it sounded like the line was still open,
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the way it used to sound on old ground lines
with extensions. I listened for twenty seconds or so, and
I felt rattled. When I finally gathered up my courage,
Is anyone there? I asked? The phone made a clicking
sound of someone hanging up, and then came the doll tone.
I was out the front door and down the block
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in a second, and I drank coffee at a local
deli until it was time for my sister to come home.
I am of a Christian faith, and I could tell
you about some miracles I've seen. I do not draw
major conclusions from these experiences, but I'm smart enough to
know that I don't know everything, and some things just
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can't be explained. What a creepy, creepy whoo. That kind
of gave me shivers. It's almost like that those movies
they make with the you know, the phone rings and
the young twenty somethingter women pick up the phone and
it's like, we know what you did? You know, those
kind of creepy shows. I get bored with those, but
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when they first came out they were pretty interesting. It
kind of reminds me of that. And I saw a
movie probably in the last couple of years on this
La Lorona of the Weeping Woman of the Southwest. That
was a horror movie. My wife and I love to
go to movies. We go to We're always looking at
the ads at the movie theaters for what cool movies
are coming out. We're always watching trailers and stuff like that.
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Have y'all this is way off topic, but who has
seen the new Kevin Cosner movie out called Horizon. That
movie has gotten terrible feedback from the public and from reviewers.
But we went to see that movie and we loved it.
I guess we're just of a generation who likes the big,
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epic scenery and the long stretching story and the different characters.
But it was like a minute or two over three hours.
And we both said driving home that that movie it
felt like we were in there for fifteen minutes. You
just stay engaged and you're watching the story. I would
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recommend you all go see it and just don't go
with any expectations, but go see Horizon and understand that
it's either going to be two or four movies. I
don't know if he's going to do four now that
this first one isn't making money. Actually, he's taking a
financial beating on this movie. But I like Kevin Costner.
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He seems to be a pretty idealistic guy. He's got
visions for his movies like Dances with Wolves. Go to
this movie or rent it on a streaming service with
the expectation that there's more common. None of the loose
ends are tied up in the first one, but it
really sets the stage and gets you engrossed and involved
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in the story. I recommend it. I don't know why
I go. I guess talking about movies, horror movies got
me off on that. Here's an email I received from
a woman a while back. These are this is two
secondhand stories that she heard that friends of hers told her,
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and I thought this was fascinating. So here we go.
She writes, dear cam' fan of your channel, and I
have two stories for you. One is an alien abduction
and the other is a dog man sighting. Neither story
is mine, but I know the people that witnessed these incidents.
Story number one the alien abduction. This is Randy's story.
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Rest in peace, Randy. I'm representing you, dear friend. In
nineteen ninety eight, I returned to my dusty little hometown
in New Mexico for my twenty year high school reunion,
and being in a little town, I ran into a
dear friend of mine, Randy. It was great to see him,
and he looked awesome. He was a short, blond headed,
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blue eyed athlete who was always eager for a good
joke and any activity that involved people. After twenty years,
he hadn't changed a bet. The only difference in Randy
was his eyes. He had a wide awake look in
his eyes that was almost too enthusiastic. Was he excited
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to see maybe or was there something else. We decided
to go for a drive together, because in high school
that's what everyone did. We all got together and drove
through the hills, looking at different scenic landscapes and doing
stupid things like rolling dad's four wheeler or burying our
axle in a sandy wash. So there we were, like
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old times in nineteen seventy eight, parked on a bluff
overlooking the town and smoking pot. I had outgrown the
pot thing, but I did partake in it just for
the novelty and to prove to myself I hadn't become
an old prude. I was buzzed and out of things
to small talk about, and I made the comment, Randy,
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are you nervous about seeing everyone at the reunion? I
don't know why, but I'm nervous about it the reunion.
That's nothing. He smiled, and he laughed, I'm completely relaxed
around those people. There's nothing scary about those people at all.
And then his face changed and he stared down at
his arm. Did you see that scar on my arm?
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He asked. I looked at his forearm and the scar
on it was the size of a dime. It was
round and irregular, like a small bullet wound. I dug
a shard out of my own arm with a pocket knife,
he triumphantly said, pointing at the scar. A shard. How
did it get there? I asked? One day, em and
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I were ditching school. We were just riding around out
in the bluffs and smoking, and a spacecraft picked us up.
What the hell an actual UFO picked you guys up?
I asked. My face was frozen in total shock at
what I was hearing. Yep, he said, they picked us
up in their spacecraft and they laid us out on
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a table I was physically examined, and then they put
these glass like shards in my body. One was here
in my arm. In the the other one, he turned
his back to me and pointed at the base of
a skull on the back of his neck. They put
it in the base of my skull. He said, what
did the shard look like? I asked. The one I
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dug out of my arm looked like glass. It was
about the size of a grain of rice, but it
was flat and kind of curved, he said, drawing an
imaginary shard with his fingers. I really had to dig too.
It was embedded in my muscle, close to the bone,
but I was determined to dig it out, and I did.
That thing bothered me, looking out and recalling a memory,
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he continued. When I went into the army, the doctors
took the one out of my skull after they had
to put me through a series of hypnosis sessions. Well
that's good, but how did they find out about it?
Did you tell them? I asked. No. I went in
for a physical and the doctor asked me about the
scar on my arm, and I told him what happened,
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and then I showed him in the back of my
neck where I thought the other one was, and he
asked if I still had the shard and I said, yeah,
it's in a box of my locker. He told me
to bring it in for him to look at it,
and so I did. Apparently it was quite a fine.
They kept having me come back in for more conferencing
than other physical exams. I want to see it. This
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is really important evidence, I said, you actually have evidence
of an alien contact. Yeah, I guess I did, but
not anymore. They took the shard that I dug out
of my arm, and they never gave it back to me. Instead,
they started the whole process of these hypnosis sessions and
it really freaked me out. They found exactly where the
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other shard was and they removed it, but I didn't
get to keep that one either. I never even saw it.
The whole Lord deal messed up my head and I
couldn't stop crying after that. I kept crying and crying.
It was weird. I didn't want him to start crying,
as I was in his car and we were both
high on Pott, so I've changed the focus. How's Mike
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after all this, I asked, He's cool, Let's go see
him Randy said, firing up the engine. So we went
into town and back into the old neighborhood where both
Randy and Mike grew up, arriving at Mike's and parked
in the car and Mike's driveway. We both walked up
to the door and we knocked. Mike answered, looking the
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same as he did in high school, and he invited
us in, and we continued more pot smoking. These guys
had become the heads and I had become the square.
And after some small talk, we looked at vacation photos
and we never talked about the abduction again. But a
curious note is Mike is still a bachelor, and he
had become quiet and reclusive. I never got married or
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had kids, he said. I don't know why. It just
never happened. It's not unusual in this day and age,
I said, but I thought, it's because you got the
life scared out of you in high school. That night,
we went to the reunion and we had a great
time disco dancing and catching up with life stories. Everyone
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was amazing, and for the most part, everybody seemed happy.
A few years later, Randy was found dead in an
apartment in Bisbee Arizona. It was hush hush as to
how he died. Was it suicide? I think so. I
think he was implanted with tracking devices and his suffering
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of fear was unrelenting. I believe that's what happened, one
hundred percent. God bless Randy in the heavens with the
peace and love of our eternal grand Creator. So be it,
the woman writes at the end of her first story,
I thought that was very interesting. Let's move on to
story number two, The dog Man Sighting, and she writes,
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this is my nephew's wife's parents' story that takes place
in the same little dusty town in New Mexico. Here's
the town layout, she writes. The town is situated down
in a valley where two rivers meet. Looking up, the
valley is lined with jagged sandstone bluffs, and the only
things that grow up there are desert plants, sage brush,
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and gnarley cedars. Then down in the valley is a lush,
green farmland with towering old cottonwoods and salt cedars and
rabbit brush. The rivers are mountain runoff, and they're teeming
with fresh water trout and bass. And it's not unusual
to see an eagle perched on a limb, just chilling.
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My dad lived down by the river and he loved
hearing the hawking geese fly by. He also had lots
of deer that came into his yard for a tasty treat,
and he used to mimic them with his front teeth
and say, the deer have nipped off all those rose
buds from my rose bushes. Then he'd click his teeth
together to show just how they did it. One night,
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my nephew and his wife came over for dinner and
we were sitting around the table afterward having a beer.
My nephew suddenly looked puzzled. Hey, a weird thing happened
to Peggy's parents the other night. He said, they were
on the other side of the river, delivering newspapers to
people who live in all those little houses back there.
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You know how everyone has their houses tucked away in
the back of their acreage. Well, Peggy's mom was driving
along a dirt road while her dad tossed the papers,
and there was barely enough like to see, and then
her dad sniffed something in the air and looked over
at her mom with a stink eye. He said, you
smell thy Yeah, that's really right. Something definitely died around here,
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she said. And then on the passenger side of the car,
they saw a creature with the dog's head, running on
two legs like a man. It was keeping pace with
them alongside of their car. Well what did they do,
I asked, Well, they didn't do anything. They didn't have
any time to do anything. The creature was so fast
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and it ran around the front of the car and
then it ran into these people's front yard. Well did
anyone see it, I ask No. It went to the
side of the house really fast, and it hopped on
their brick wall like nothing. And Peggy's dad said, the
wall was high up. That thing didn't need to jump
without any effort. It hopped up and then it just
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turned back and it stared at them. They froze, and
suddenly it just turned and hopped down in the people's
backyard and that was it. That was the last they
saw of it. That's a true story. And then she
goes on to write, after listening to your podcast, I'm
able to include other details and have put two and
two together. I recall that after my dad passed away,
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Black helicopters started cruising the valley. They chased away all
the geese and the eagles, and then the county started
clearing all the underbrush away from the trees, so no
more or deer where they're either. And then they diverted
the river so that it became a trickle of water,
and the wildlife has systematically gone away. Now that I've
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listened to your podcast, I wonder if that wasn't a
way to flush out the dog men. My hunch says yes,
and then she goes on to write, I hope people
hear these stories because credibility is important, Validation is important,
but even more important is protection. And I'm not really
sure what that means, but I thought these were two
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really good secondhand stories. These are, you know, the first
stories from a high school mate, and the other is
from some people in her family, who, I mean, why
would they Why would the dog man thing? Why would
somebody just make that up? It's not you know, these
are just normal people having dinner. There's no way to
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know if they have a history of lying, but let's
assume they don't. And then all of a sudden, this
woman said, this woman in man say, well, we just
saw this doglike creature running around on two legs, run
right around the front of our car, into someone's yard,
up on the fence, and then boop on the other side,
it's gone. I don't know why anybody would tell that
story if there wasn't a little bit of truth to it,
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and this dog man information myth or these stories are
not really super prevalent, not like Bigfoot. Bigfoot is known
in alien abductions and all of that other stuff is
far more notable, and information on it is more widespread
than anything like a dog man. The dog man, the
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werewolf thing is quite It's just not a huge popular topic.
But people see them and then we get stories about them.
So to the writer, she didn't give me permission to
use her name, but I thought this was wonderful, so
thank you for sending this to me. I appreciate it.
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I'm sixty years old and I live in a suburb
on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia. At the rear court
that I live in, there's a large parkland covering over
two hundred acres. This parkland separates our estate from the
local beach on the perimeter of Port Phillip Bay. I
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work locally and daily ride a pushbike along the paths
leading through the parkland to the beach and onwards to
my place of employment, some fifteen kilometers away. For eight years,
I would exit my driveway, ride up the road for
thirty five meters and turn right into a pathway entrance
situated between two houses, and begin my ride to work.
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That journey was interrupted two years ago, and while I
still ride to work, I no longer go through the parkland.
I now stick to the road all the way and
take the longer but safer route. On a winter morning
in twenty sixteen, I exited my house and made my
way to the front gate in the usual manner, but
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I felt anxious for some reason. The magpies that usually
greeted me with song from a tree at the front
of my property were silent, and while I always started
my journey in the pitch black of night, this time
I felt trepidation, and I wondered irrationally if I should
drive to work today. There was something else strange about
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this night. In the distance, emanating from the area of
the path entrance was an increasingly louder, asthmic growl. At
this point, I'd like to say that I've never, in
all my days, experienced anything like I'm about to describe.
I have hunted, camped, and lived in the forested areas
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along our coast and inland districts. The wildlife that I
see is always expected kangaroos, koalas, and snakes, etc. I
stopped in a loud eyesight to focus on the entrance
to the pathway leading to the parkland, as I was
sure it was the source of the rasping, but couldn't
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see anything exiting onto the road, so I waited. Finally,
I decided it must be an old, large dog that
had been brought to heal by its owner. Therefore, save
for me to proceed on my bike journey. I pressed
the crank into action and started cycling along the road
with a view to entering into the park, Inquisitive as
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to the type of dog that I would see. As
I came closer to the creature, I veered to my
left and ordered a sweep right into the park entrance.
When I was stopped dead, I had caught sight of
the dog, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. First,
there were no owners in sight. The dog was laying
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down ten meters from the entrance as if it was
lying in wait. When it saw me, it rose on
all fours and began prowling towards me. But not like
an ordinary dog. This was big, really big. Its head
was double the size of e labradors, but more rounded.
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Its height was that of a Shetland pony, and its
width was four or five feet. Its arms were muscular,
so much so that it had to roll and display
them in order to move forward. It was dark brown
in color, moving in the shadowy moonlight, and its eyes
glowed orange. I have a scientific background, and funny as
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it seems, the conundrum of its eyes glowing without any
source of illumination from the environment around it intrigued me,
and I dare say, rooted me in place. As it
came to the front of the entrance, six meters away
from me. I remember overcoming my curiosity and exclaiming if
this or something of that nature, and began furiously peddling
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along the road. My bike has an electric function, and
with some post purchase modifications, it can reach speeds up
to forty miles per hour fairly quickly, and it sure
did that day. I never looked back, and I didn't
stop until I was a block away to catch my breath.
I then rode all the way to work using the road,
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not venturing onto the park at any stage. I contacted
the local ranger later that day and asked if they
had any reports of large stray dogs in that area,
and he replied no, so I left it at that.
I happened to be watching YouTube earlier this year, and
your channel came across my feet. When I heard your
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stories about the dog man, I finally had a name
for what I had seen. I don't want to see
this thing again. I ceased riding my bike to work
until summer that year, and although I still right today,
I never go into the parkland, and I refrain from
writing during the winter. I think it's about all I
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can recall, but if you have any questions, feel free
to ask. You can also feel free to modify the
report to fit your narrative style. God bless you all.
In the early nineteen nineties, my brother and I used
to go to Eyehop every night. We would spend hours
there drinking coffee and discussing philosophy and art and religion
and literature. We were sitting in the last booth in
the corner where we could see out of both sides,
because each side had a row of windows, and the
window showed a scene of the Dallas LBJ Freeway leading
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into I thirty five and an endless stream of fast cars.
And even though it was late at night, the stream
was still moving. I noticed to my left, way out
in the distance, a figure coming off of I thirty five.
It walked down the middle of the median between the
two sections of east and westbound traffic, and as it
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got closer, I could see it was a woman in
a long white dress. She had long black hair and
wore white veil that flowed behind her like a train. Well.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and I squinted to
make sure I was seeing what I was seeing, And
I watched as she got closer and closer, thinking that
when she passed the bridge, I might be able to
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see her going down the other side. But while she
was on the bridge. My view was obstructed by a
service station, and I didn't see her come out the
other side. She either disappeared on the bridge or crossed
the freeway there amid the heavy stream of traffic and
went down the grassy hillside. I read about a legend
once called La La Nna. I'm sure I'm not pronouncing
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that right. She is the weeping woman of the Southwest.
It eerily fits the woman I saw. The legend says
that the beautiful woman has long black hair, and she
wears a white gown, and she wanders through the night
looking for children to take with her. Maybe that was
just a meth head walking around doing that jerky kind
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of thing they do, and she had found a sheet
to wrap her up with. I don't know. I don't know.
Let's go to the next He's got another story here,
Let's go to that. In the nineteen eighties, I used
to visit my sister and her husband and spend time
with their kids every year. My brother in law's father
lived with them. He was disabled and he stayed back
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in his room most of the time. My sister was
a teacher and her husband ran his own company, and
while they were at work and the kids were at school,
I would be left alone with his father. Often, my
brother in law's clients would call the house and I
would take a message for them, and when the phone rang,
the father would pick up the phone and answer it too,
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and each time I told him that I had it covered,
and then he would hang up. I never saw the
guy much, and that was about the only contact I
actually wanted with him. He was not a personable guy.
My sister and her family moved to a new house
with a pool, and his father died shortly after that.
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We lot visit to them at their new house. One morning,
after everyone had gone to school and work, I was
left alone again, and I was planning to swim in
their new pool and read a book and watch TV.
But as usual, the phone rang. It was a customer
for my brother in law, and as I spoke to
the customer, the phone made a clicking sound like another
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extension had picked up. Hello. I heard the voice say
the same voice as my sister's late father in law. Well,
I kept talking and I took the message and the
caller hung up, and I didn't hear the extension hang up,
so I stayed on the line and there was no
doll tone, and it sounded like the line was still open,
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the way it used to sound on old ground lines
with extensions. I listened for twenty seconds or so, and
I felt rattled. When I finally gathered up my courage,
Is anyone there? I asked? The phone made a clicking
sound of someone hanging up, and then came the doll tone.
I was out the front door and down the block
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in a second, and I drank coffee at a local
deli until it was time for my sister to come home.
I am of a Christian faith, and I could tell
you about some miracles I've seen. I do not draw
major conclusions from these experiences, but I'm smart enough to
know that I don't know everything, and some things just
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can't be explained. What a creepy, creepy whoo. That kind
of gave me shivers. It's almost like that those movies
they make with the you know, the phone rings and
the young twenty somethingter women pick up the phone and
it's like, we know what you did? You know, those
kind of creepy shows. I get bored with those, but
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when they first came out they were pretty interesting. It
kind of reminds me of that. And I saw a
movie probably in the last couple of years on this
La Lorona of the Weeping Woman of the Southwest. That
was a horror movie. My wife and I love to
go to movies. We go to We're always looking at
the ads at the movie theaters for what cool movies
are coming out. We're always watching trailers and stuff like that.
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Have y'all this is way off topic, but who has
seen the new Kevin Cosner movie out called Horizon. That
movie has gotten terrible feedback from the public and from reviewers.
But we went to see that movie and we loved it.
I guess we're just of a generation who likes the big,
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epic scenery and the long stretching story and the different characters.
But it was like a minute or two over three hours.
And we both said driving home that that movie it
felt like we were in there for fifteen minutes. You
just stay engaged and you're watching the story. I would
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recommend you all go see it and just don't go
with any expectations, but go see Horizon and understand that
it's either going to be two or four movies. I
don't know if he's going to do four now that
this first one isn't making money. Actually, he's taking a
financial beating on this movie. But I like Kevin Costner.
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He seems to be a pretty idealistic guy. He's got
visions for his movies like Dances with Wolves. Go to
this movie or rent it on a streaming service with
the expectation that there's more common. None of the loose
ends are tied up in the first one, but it
really sets the stage and gets you engrossed and involved
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in the story. I recommend it. I don't know why
I go. I guess talking about movies, horror movies got
me off on that. Here's an email I received from
a woman a while back. These are this is two
secondhand stories that she heard that friends of hers told her,
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and I thought this was fascinating. So here we go.
She writes, dear cam' fan of your channel, and I
have two stories for you. One is an alien abduction
and the other is a dog man sighting. Neither story
is mine, but I know the people that witnessed these incidents.
Story number one the alien abduction. This is Randy's story.
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Rest in peace, Randy. I'm representing you, dear friend. In
nineteen ninety eight, I returned to my dusty little hometown
in New Mexico for my twenty year high school reunion,
and being in a little town, I ran into a
dear friend of mine, Randy. It was great to see him,
and he looked awesome. He was a short, blond headed,
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blue eyed athlete who was always eager for a good
joke and any activity that involved people. After twenty years,
he hadn't changed a bet. The only difference in Randy
was his eyes. He had a wide awake look in
his eyes that was almost too enthusiastic. Was he excited
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to see maybe or was there something else. We decided
to go for a drive together, because in high school
that's what everyone did. We all got together and drove
through the hills, looking at different scenic landscapes and doing
stupid things like rolling dad's four wheeler or burying our
axle in a sandy wash. So there we were, like
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old times in nineteen seventy eight, parked on a bluff
overlooking the town and smoking pot. I had outgrown the
pot thing, but I did partake in it just for
the novelty and to prove to myself I hadn't become
an old prude. I was buzzed and out of things
to small talk about, and I made the comment, Randy,
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are you nervous about seeing everyone at the reunion? I
don't know why, but I'm nervous about it the reunion.
That's nothing. He smiled, and he laughed, I'm completely relaxed
around those people. There's nothing scary about those people at all.
And then his face changed and he stared down at
his arm. Did you see that scar on my arm?
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He asked. I looked at his forearm and the scar
on it was the size of a dime. It was
round and irregular, like a small bullet wound. I dug
a shard out of my own arm with a pocket knife,
he triumphantly said, pointing at the scar. A shard. How
did it get there? I asked? One day, em and
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I were ditching school. We were just riding around out
in the bluffs and smoking, and a spacecraft picked us up.
What the hell an actual UFO picked you guys up?
I asked. My face was frozen in total shock at
what I was hearing. Yep, he said, they picked us
up in their spacecraft and they laid us out on
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a table I was physically examined, and then they put
these glass like shards in my body. One was here
in my arm. In the the other one, he turned
his back to me and pointed at the base of
a skull on the back of his neck. They put
it in the base of my skull. He said, what
did the shard look like? I asked. The one I
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dug out of my arm looked like glass. It was
about the size of a grain of rice, but it
was flat and kind of curved, he said, drawing an
imaginary shard with his fingers. I really had to dig too.
It was embedded in my muscle, close to the bone,
but I was determined to dig it out, and I did.
That thing bothered me, looking out and recalling a memory,
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he continued. When I went into the army, the doctors
took the one out of my skull after they had
to put me through a series of hypnosis sessions. Well
that's good, but how did they find out about it?
Did you tell them? I asked. No. I went in
for a physical and the doctor asked me about the
scar on my arm, and I told him what happened,
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and then I showed him in the back of my
neck where I thought the other one was, and he
asked if I still had the shard and I said, yeah,
it's in a box of my locker. He told me
to bring it in for him to look at it,
and so I did. Apparently it was quite a fine.
They kept having me come back in for more conferencing
than other physical exams. I want to see it. This
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is really important evidence, I said, you actually have evidence
of an alien contact. Yeah, I guess I did, but
not anymore. They took the shard that I dug out
of my arm, and they never gave it back to me. Instead,
they started the whole process of these hypnosis sessions and
it really freaked me out. They found exactly where the
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other shard was and they removed it, but I didn't
get to keep that one either. I never even saw it.
The whole Lord deal messed up my head and I
couldn't stop crying after that. I kept crying and crying.
It was weird. I didn't want him to start crying,
as I was in his car and we were both
high on Pott, so I've changed the focus. How's Mike
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after all this, I asked, He's cool, Let's go see
him Randy said, firing up the engine. So we went
into town and back into the old neighborhood where both
Randy and Mike grew up, arriving at Mike's and parked
in the car and Mike's driveway. We both walked up
to the door and we knocked. Mike answered, looking the
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same as he did in high school, and he invited
us in, and we continued more pot smoking. These guys
had become the heads and I had become the square.
And after some small talk, we looked at vacation photos
and we never talked about the abduction again. But a
curious note is Mike is still a bachelor, and he
had become quiet and reclusive. I never got married or
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had kids, he said. I don't know why. It just
never happened. It's not unusual in this day and age,
I said, but I thought, it's because you got the
life scared out of you in high school. That night,
we went to the reunion and we had a great
time disco dancing and catching up with life stories. Everyone
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was amazing, and for the most part, everybody seemed happy.
A few years later, Randy was found dead in an
apartment in Bisbee Arizona. It was hush hush as to
how he died. Was it suicide? I think so. I
think he was implanted with tracking devices and his suffering
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of fear was unrelenting. I believe that's what happened, one
hundred percent. God bless Randy in the heavens with the
peace and love of our eternal grand Creator. So be it,
the woman writes at the end of her first story,
I thought that was very interesting. Let's move on to
story number two, The dog Man Sighting, and she writes,
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this is my nephew's wife's parents' story that takes place
in the same little dusty town in New Mexico. Here's
the town layout, she writes. The town is situated down
in a valley where two rivers meet. Looking up, the
valley is lined with jagged sandstone bluffs, and the only
things that grow up there are desert plants, sage brush,
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and gnarley cedars. Then down in the valley is a lush,
green farmland with towering old cottonwoods and salt cedars and
rabbit brush. The rivers are mountain runoff, and they're teeming
with fresh water trout and bass. And it's not unusual
to see an eagle perched on a limb, just chilling.
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My dad lived down by the river and he loved
hearing the hawking geese fly by. He also had lots
of deer that came into his yard for a tasty treat,
and he used to mimic them with his front teeth
and say, the deer have nipped off all those rose
buds from my rose bushes. Then he'd click his teeth
together to show just how they did it. One night,
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my nephew and his wife came over for dinner and
we were sitting around the table afterward having a beer.
My nephew suddenly looked puzzled. Hey, a weird thing happened
to Peggy's parents the other night. He said, they were
on the other side of the river, delivering newspapers to
people who live in all those little houses back there.
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You know how everyone has their houses tucked away in
the back of their acreage. Well, Peggy's mom was driving
along a dirt road while her dad tossed the papers,
and there was barely enough like to see, and then
her dad sniffed something in the air and looked over
at her mom with a stink eye. He said, you
smell thy Yeah, that's really right. Something definitely died around here,
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she said. And then on the passenger side of the car,
they saw a creature with the dog's head, running on
two legs like a man. It was keeping pace with
them alongside of their car. Well what did they do,
I asked, Well, they didn't do anything. They didn't have
any time to do anything. The creature was so fast
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and it ran around the front of the car and
then it ran into these people's front yard. Well did
anyone see it, I ask No. It went to the
side of the house really fast, and it hopped on
their brick wall like nothing. And Peggy's dad said, the
wall was high up. That thing didn't need to jump
without any effort. It hopped up and then it just
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turned back and it stared at them. They froze, and
suddenly it just turned and hopped down in the people's
backyard and that was it. That was the last they
saw of it. That's a true story. And then she
goes on to write, after listening to your podcast, I'm
able to include other details and have put two and
two together. I recall that after my dad passed away,
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Black helicopters started cruising the valley. They chased away all
the geese and the eagles, and then the county started
clearing all the underbrush away from the trees, so no
more or deer where they're either. And then they diverted
the river so that it became a trickle of water,
and the wildlife has systematically gone away. Now that I've
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listened to your podcast, I wonder if that wasn't a
way to flush out the dog men. My hunch says yes,
and then she goes on to write, I hope people
hear these stories because credibility is important, Validation is important,
but even more important is protection. And I'm not really
sure what that means, but I thought these were two
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really good secondhand stories. These are, you know, the first
stories from a high school mate, and the other is
from some people in her family, who, I mean, why
would they Why would the dog man thing? Why would
somebody just make that up? It's not you know, these
are just normal people having dinner. There's no way to
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know if they have a history of lying, but let's
assume they don't. And then all of a sudden, this
woman said, this woman in man say, well, we just
saw this doglike creature running around on two legs, run
right around the front of our car, into someone's yard,
up on the fence, and then boop on the other side,
it's gone. I don't know why anybody would tell that
story if there wasn't a little bit of truth to it,
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and this dog man information myth or these stories are
not really super prevalent, not like Bigfoot. Bigfoot is known
in alien abductions and all of that other stuff is
far more notable, and information on it is more widespread
than anything like a dog man. The dog man, the
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werewolf thing is quite It's just not a huge popular topic.
But people see them and then we get stories about them.
So to the writer, she didn't give me permission to
use her name, but I thought this was wonderful, so
thank you for sending this to me. I appreciate it.
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I'm sixty years old and I live in a suburb
on the outskirts of Melbourne, Australia. At the rear court
that I live in, there's a large parkland covering over
two hundred acres. This parkland separates our estate from the
local beach on the perimeter of Port Phillip Bay. I
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work locally and daily ride a pushbike along the paths
leading through the parkland to the beach and onwards to
my place of employment, some fifteen kilometers away. For eight years,
I would exit my driveway, ride up the road for
thirty five meters and turn right into a pathway entrance
situated between two houses, and begin my ride to work.
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That journey was interrupted two years ago, and while I
still ride to work, I no longer go through the parkland.
I now stick to the road all the way and
take the longer but safer route. On a winter morning
in twenty sixteen, I exited my house and made my
way to the front gate in the usual manner, but
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I felt anxious for some reason. The magpies that usually
greeted me with song from a tree at the front
of my property were silent, and while I always started
my journey in the pitch black of night, this time
I felt trepidation, and I wondered irrationally if I should
drive to work today. There was something else strange about
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this night. In the distance, emanating from the area of
the path entrance was an increasingly louder, asthmic growl. At
this point, I'd like to say that I've never, in
all my days, experienced anything like I'm about to describe.
I have hunted, camped, and lived in the forested areas
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along our coast and inland districts. The wildlife that I
see is always expected kangaroos, koalas, and snakes, etc. I
stopped in a loud eyesight to focus on the entrance
to the pathway leading to the parkland, as I was
sure it was the source of the rasping, but couldn't
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see anything exiting onto the road, so I waited. Finally,
I decided it must be an old, large dog that
had been brought to heal by its owner. Therefore, save
for me to proceed on my bike journey. I pressed
the crank into action and started cycling along the road
with a view to entering into the park, Inquisitive as
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to the type of dog that I would see. As
I came closer to the creature, I veered to my
left and ordered a sweep right into the park entrance.
When I was stopped dead, I had caught sight of
the dog, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. First,
there were no owners in sight. The dog was laying
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down ten meters from the entrance as if it was
lying in wait. When it saw me, it rose on
all fours and began prowling towards me. But not like
an ordinary dog. This was big, really big. Its head
was double the size of e labradors, but more rounded.
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Its height was that of a Shetland pony, and its
width was four or five feet. Its arms were muscular,
so much so that it had to roll and display
them in order to move forward. It was dark brown
in color, moving in the shadowy moonlight, and its eyes
glowed orange. I have a scientific background, and funny as
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it seems, the conundrum of its eyes glowing without any
source of illumination from the environment around it intrigued me,
and I dare say, rooted me in place. As it
came to the front of the entrance, six meters away
from me. I remember overcoming my curiosity and exclaiming if
this or something of that nature, and began furiously peddling
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along the road. My bike has an electric function, and
with some post purchase modifications, it can reach speeds up
to forty miles per hour fairly quickly, and it sure
did that day. I never looked back, and I didn't
stop until I was a block away to catch my breath.
I then rode all the way to work using the road,
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not venturing onto the park at any stage. I contacted
the local ranger later that day and asked if they
had any reports of large stray dogs in that area,
and he replied no, so I left it at that.
I happened to be watching YouTube earlier this year, and
your channel came across my feet. When I heard your
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stories about the dog man, I finally had a name
for what I had seen. I don't want to see
this thing again. I ceased riding my bike to work
until summer that year, and although I still right today,
I never go into the parkland, and I refrain from
writing during the winter. I think it's about all I
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can recall, but if you have any questions, feel free
to ask. You can also feel free to modify the
report to fit your narrative style. God bless you all.
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