November 9, 2025 • 48 mins
In this chilling episode, Fred Alaska shares a series of unsettling experiences passed down from his First Nations friend, David, whose family cabin near Bristol Bay, Alaska became the site of strange and unexplainable events throughout the 1990s. Late-night disturbances in the snow, mysterious animal tracks that began and ended abruptly, and the haunting sensation of being watched deep in the Alaskan wilderness—all point toward something far beyond the ordinary.
But David’s encounters are only part of the mystery. Fred also explores the enduring legends of Alaska’s “Little People”—elusive, otherworldly beings said to dwell in remote regions like the Johnson River and the Aleutian Mountains. Blending Native oral history, local folklore, and firsthand accounts, these stories reveal a hidden side of Alaska where myth and reality blur, and where ancient spirits may still roam among the mountains and tundra.
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But David’s encounters are only part of the mystery. Fred also explores the enduring legends of Alaska’s “Little People”—elusive, otherworldly beings said to dwell in remote regions like the Johnson River and the Aleutian Mountains. Blending Native oral history, local folklore, and firsthand accounts, these stories reveal a hidden side of Alaska where myth and reality blur, and where ancient spirits may still roam among the mountains and tundra.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Open up to an odyssey, or there's something in the
woods anatoty what you about to see you?
Speaker 2 (00:11):
Or there's something in the woods.
Speaker 1 (00:14):
Knock in the park, contangerra the Omen said, don't go outside.
There's something in the woods tonight. I hear rim knocking,
shaking bushits foot, Prince howlt.
Speaker 3 (00:23):
On my lung.
Speaker 1 (00:24):
Open up to an odyssey, something in the woods.
Speaker 4 (00:28):
Hey, greetings is Fred Alaska. What I wanted to share
with you today comes from David. He's First Nations. He's
from Bristol Bay and one guy a long time. What
he shared with me happened at his grandpa's cabin on
the West channel of the Newshigak River, which is due
west of Portage Creek. On the map, it says keep
her cut off. I don't know where they got that garbage,
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but in between the East Channel and the West Channel
there's all these slews that very depending on the overflow
and the breakup of the ice and things of that nature.
What I'm sharing with you occurred back in the mid nineties.
Everything transpired over the course of about three to four years. Now.
What he was dealing with was he would go up
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to his uppers cabin his grandpa. He would basically get
it ready for family visitors to come up sport fish,
set a net for whitefish, pike, marmoad, all that kind
of stuff. Upp took him up there. This was roughly
from his recollection ninety one or ninety two. They got
up there into May. His upa stayed with the madeir two.
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They got certain things ready. He was going to build
a generator, shack and some other stuff for his up them.
So during the course of what he was doing, he
had pine cones thrown at him. At first, because he
was surrounded by spruce trees and what have you. He
just chalked it up to squirrel up there. Whatever. That
was easy enough to dismiss. For about three to four
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nights in a row, he kept hearing thumping on the route.
When he would go out to check, he would just
notice these little basically grass and dirt. He thought it
was odd. So what he would do is he grabbed
a long pole actually it was a dip netting pole,
and he would pull him off the roof. He didn't
understand why he wasn't putting two and two together. He
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was just like, this is weird. Maybe someone is playing
a prank on me, because his older brother used to
play pranks on him when they were younger. So he figured, oh,
maybe they went up the east channel and then dripped
it back down and were messing with me, trying to
startle me or scare me. So he easily dismissed that stuff.
Now being up there, about a week he had gotten
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the generator shed done basically, just traditional log cabin style
built out of rounds. He decided, I have plenty of
canned food and rice, but I want some fish. Salmon
weren't running yet, so he went and set the white
fish net. He set it in one of these little slews.
It wasn't a very big net. It doesn't have to be.
His narrow channel wasn't very deep water. He was out
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to catch pike and whatnot, so he went and set it.
The very next morning he went back to check it. Now,
when he goes back to check it, he noticed it
was all wound up, so he gets over to it.
He untangles it. Nothing in it, of course, so he
resets it, goes back, does this thing around the cabin
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somemore grass clumps. That night, thought nothing of it. When
he saw it again, he knew he would figure out
the culprit eventually. He had nothing to startle him or
worry him. At this point, he had plenty of firearms.
There was multiple shotguns in the cabin, heavy caliber rifles.
As far as weaponry. There's bears over there. It was
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Bristol Bay, the big brown bears, massive brown bears. So
there was plenty of firepower. He was not concerned initially
with his safety. Now the next morning, when he goes
back to check the net. In Alaska that time of year,
it's different than down the States because we're on the
upward scale of land of the midnight Son, so it
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doesn't get dark until later, and it's lighter much earlier.
So he was roughly up at about four four point thirty,
and he left the cabin at about six, and so
he skiffs right up the slow It wasn't that far away,
just right up one of the slews and just around
the bend, a little bit from where his grandpa's cabin
is now. When he gets there this day, he notices
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some twigs in the mesh of the net, and he
thought nothing of it. He figured, oh, washed out twigs
and branches. I'll just pick them out and grab whatever
fish is there when he gets up on the net
and he pulls it over the bow the skiff to
pick through it. These alders are willows whatever they were
weaved into the mesh. He said. There was about three
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to four of them, all weaved in basically in the
same area of the net, which was in the deepest
part of the channel. It boggled his mind. He's never
seen driftwood weaved into a net like that. So he
was like, someone's got to be messing with me. So
he took the time, sat right there, pulled him out,
mended the net where he needed to and reset it.
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Goes back to the cabin, does some more things, changes
out some tar paper that he was going to use
that was old, and put up some new stuff on
the shed he just built for the generator. He knew
within a week his up it would be back up
with the generator and some guys to help him unload
it from the skiff and so on. So he was
doing his thing. He got it tarred up and he
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started putting moss on top, traditional style, just moss on top.
He was walking back about no, not quite one hundred
yards to where the tree line breaks and it opens
up in the tundra, heading west towards where like Dillingham basically,
so he's out there, he's cutting out chunks of moss
from the tundra, rolling it up, packing it on back
over and as he was getting it up there, he
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noticed that it was very quiet. It being so quiet,
he grew concerned because of bears. Now he had he'd
been there without seeing any bears, and let's be honest,
he was complacent. So immediately he goes, a it's too quiet,
I better go get one of the shotguns. So he
goes and he gets himself a shotgun to make sure
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he's got proper bear ammo in it, throws it over
his shoulder. He goes back collecting his moss, doing his thing,
and just as he was getting the last section of
moss to put on his shed that he built for
his upp as generator, he comes back. All the moss
he had up there had been slid down, tearing part
of the tar paper and some other stuff, and he's like,
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what the hell is this? He heard no skiffs because
he was basically trapesing some bits of soil and stuff.
He was looking for someone's tracks, any sign, and he
said he didn't see anything, so he fixes everything again.
He finally gets it all done. He ended up nailing
down some boards to hold the moss in the place basically,
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so he does that. Figures, Okay, I'm gonna go check
the net see if there's any fish whatsoever. I'm not
gonna wait overnight. I'm gonna go check it now, see
if I could at least get fresh pike or something
different to eat than the rice and the can goods.
So he skiffs across, gets up to the net and
notices the net is sunk. It's still there, It's just sunk.
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What the hell now? So he gets over there. Something
had taken a big rock and weighted down the center
length of the net, so right in the middle big
rock weighed down. He had to fight and fight to
get that rock to roll. It tore the mesh. He
finally got it out of there, had a huge hole
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in the net. So he gets off the skiff and
goes over to where he had it anchored in to
detach it so he could bring it back and mend
it at the cabin. When he gets up on the bank,
he thought what he saw was a double bear imprint
in the mud. He figured, oh, okay, it was a bear,
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but he couldn't wrap his mind around the rock. He
knew it was a rock because the water was crystal
clear to the bottom. We're talking Christine, Alaskan River. As
soon as you break the title zone on the Wood
River or the Nushigeak River, you can see to the bottom, unless,
of course, there's been a huge rain and it gets
murky from the rain. There was none of that going on,
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so he still isn't equating anything. He just got him
in this net and I'll find a different sleugh when
I'm done. A couple of days past, generator arrives. They
get it all set. His upper checks on him anything now,
He's not just dealing with stuff, mention none of it
to his Zuppa. His buddy that came with to help
move the generator jokingly laughed at him and said to
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watch out for the harry Man. It'll get you. When
they just all laughed, and he just put that in
the back of his mind. He wasn't expecting to hear
something like that. His mind was on baar and just
random weirdness. So they leave and he's still there. He
was going to be there about another week, he got
a different piece of net. It wasn't the size mesh
that he would have preferred. It was a little bigger.
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It was like five and an eighth or something like
that on the mesh size. So he uses that. He
just modified it a little bit, went and set it
on a different little channel in the sluice, hoping to
get some pike. So he SAIDs it. He goes back
to the cabin. That night he was up and he
was reading some Leuis Lamore books by lantern light. And
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as he was doing so, he thought he heard wolf's
howling off in the distance. Now, he said, it sounded
like natural wolf howls at first, and then these howls
got so loud, but they were still He could tell
it was at a distance. He knew it wasn't wolves.
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And then that the hairy man thought popped in his head. Now,
he said, once the thought, the realization happened. Immediately the
hair stood up on the back of his neck. Because
everything he had been putting off the whole time he
was there for damn, there a couple of weeks. At
this point it all became a reality. So he tightened
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everything up. He put the board at the door across
the door, he closed the curtains in the cabin, and
all this stuff right basically batting down the hatches. He
sat there reading these books all night while this chorus
periodically of wolves howling continued all night, stopped just before
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it started getting the light out. Not sleeping, he ended
up catching a cat net for a couple hours once
that chorus of sound stopped. When he got up, he
grabbed a quick bite to eat and wanted to go
check the net he had. Basically when he fell asleep,
he put all that stuff out of his mind and
just went and handled business. So he gets to the
net this time, and this time he had a couple
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of pike in there, so he was happy, Okay, I
found a spot, won't be messed with here. One was small,
one was good size. So he picked the net, reset it,
went back to the cabin, cleaned up. His catch was
basically grilling some pike on a spit right out front
the cabin. He was cooking himself some fresh pike. As
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he's cooking this, he hears a grunt. The grunt came
from the backside of the cabin from where he was
at because the little fire pit was just off the
river bank now on the west channel. It's not high
erosion there at all, so this fire pit has been
well established on all that stuff. So when he heard
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this grunt, he figured, oh crap, a bear smelled my fish.
So he didn't want to get snuck up once he
figured to run this bear off, so he stands up.
He unslings his shotgun and boom fires around in the air.
As soon as he does that, going away from the
back side of the cabin, which he say is about
a thirty foot distance before the tree line because it
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was cut back ways for the cabin, he heard crashing
and thrashing. Figured, okay, I scared that bear away. Good job,
reslung the rifle, tended to his pike, took it inside
eight and decided he was going to try to move
the net to a different spot and maybe catch a
different variety, maybe get some trout or something. Basically, he
was bored and looking for something to do because of
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all his projects were wrapped up. As soon as his
grampa came with the generator, it was a done deal
for what he was doing at this point, it was
just his own recreation. So he goes to pull the
net and take it somewhere else. Now he had been
gone from this net, he said maybe two and a
half three hours tops. He said that the net had
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branches wove into it again. It had spruce beall woven like,
pulled in and weave through to where it was tearing
the mish along with willow and alders and what have you. Basically,
it wasn't plugged, but it was a whole bunch of
shit have been weaved in there in just a short
amount of time. So he immediately jumps up onto the
bank to pull his anchor, and when he does so,
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he noticed what looked like a double bear track again.
So this time, since he's got the shotgun with them,
he decided he was going to investigate a little further.
So he walks along the edge of the slew and
he's looking down falling these tracks. As he gets around
to where it was a little bit of a cut bank,
he gets around there, he gets this whiff and he
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said it wasn't the smell of a like a bear
like he's used to. It was different. He couldn't explain that.
He said it smelled like death, raw fish musty odor
along with heavy urine odor. So immediately his hair stands up,
and so he decides, I'm not going any further because
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he only saw a couple of what looked like double
bear tracks, and upon further inspection on his way back,
he noticed there was no claw marks. It was just
so that he couldn't really make out enough depth in
it to exactly make out if it was a bear
or not. Now he gets back into the skiff, he
pulls in it in, does this thing and goes back
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to the cabin. When he gets back to the cabin,
part of the roof, the moss roof he just put
on the shed was placed over the fire pit and
it was putting off white smoke because there was still
some embers in the pit. And put something wet on heat,
it's gonna start smoking. So runs over. He didn't know
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that what was on there was from the little roof
that he had just made until he got up on it,
moved it off, and was like, what the hell, went
around looking to see who had done it, calling out
for his brother. He was calling off for us up
uh was up? His friend? You know? He thought, who
in the hell is messing with me like this? He
couldn't find any signs of anything except the evidence of
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the mosquet and basically torn off of there, and someone
put it on that little burn area for more sasquatch
out to sea. We'll be right back after these messages.
So he gets a little panicked because nothing is making sense.
The weird wolf house, the net being messed with, this
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thing happening with the fire pit. So he retreats into
the cabin for a couple hours and just starts me
mulling over everything that had been going on. Decides, Okay,
I'm gonna fix the shed because I don't want that
not being right for his up or whatever, which I
understand because he still couldn't make sense of any of it. Now.
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When he goes and gets another piece of moss to
put up there, he hears those wolf howls, this time
a lot closer, very loud, and obviously not a wolf
because of how deep the howls were and how long
they last. A wolf how can you know last a bit?
But he said this was outrageously long. It was an
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unnatural wolf howl, and then ol hooting and all this
is basically like a concert going on. He said. It
sounded like three different places, probably three to four hundred
yards away. This is middle of the day. At this
point he was getting quite panic stricken. He gathers everything up,
puts everything back where he needed to. He was working
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nervously to get the roof fixed and whatnot. He took
the net and just drug it up, put it near
the shed, went in the cabin, made sure things were secure,
went outside, boarded up the windows because he was leaving.
He was just resecuring the windows so a bear couldn't
break it and whatnot. So he grabbed the extra gas
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from the shed, put it in the skiff, and he
left For that season. He went down river to a
family friend's cabin who had a bigger skiff and hitched
a ride basically from there to Dillingham. The following year,
he went up and was going to do maintenance because
part the roof had collapsed in his up as old cabin.
I apologize, I misspoke. It was two years later because
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some things happened. So his grandpa had since passed and
he was going to do a fix up job because
part of the roof had collapsed. So he gets up
there and everything that happened from a couple of years
before he had just put it out of his mind.
The weird screams, howls, all that stuff, the net being
messed with, the roof being messed with, all that was
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out of his mind. When he comes back up, he
was going to fix the roof where it needed repairing.
It wasn't like a detrimental repair. It was cosmetic more
than anything, because everything was still intact. It just looked
like something had pressed down on one of the edges
of the roofline on the back side, almost like something
just pushed down bit things in a little bit, simple
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enough fix. It wasn't horrible, however, it brought back all
the memories. Once he was there and started working on it.
After a few hours, then everything started filtering back in
and as he was doing so, he noticed it was
very quiet again. So he immediately goes, Okay, something's up.
Let me get the shotgun. He goes in. None of
the shotguns were there, the only thing left there because
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like I said, it is up. I had since passed
and most of the stuff was removed from the cabin.
Only firearm left was a two forty three rifle, which
is a very small caliber rifle, a couple steps above
two twenty three. So he grabs that four rounds of
Minimo is all he had. He brought nothing with him
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from Dillingham because for his whole life that cabin had
always been supplied. He was unaware that so much stuff
was no longer there. Generator wasn't there. The wood stove
that was in there wasn't there anymore. It was a
drum stove now that had been taken out of someone's
old steam bath. Just things were different. So he goes
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back to repairing it. He gets it done relatively quick.
It was just cosmetic really more than anything, so he
gets it done. As he's going around, he's basically taken
an assessment of what needs to be done, anything detrimental.
One of the window panes had been broken, and that
window had been boarded over inside and out until a
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window repair could be made. He basically starts taking notes
walking around, has this two forty three rifle slung over
his shoulder, and he's just taking notes. He's doing his
thing as he circles around. He comes back around to
where he was making his repairs, where he happened to
have been making his repairs. Some of the repairs that
he had done he had dug away some of the
dirt from the edge of the cabin to check the
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bottom logs, to check for rot or anything like that.
There was fresh dirt on top of the dead grass
and what have you. Right there, he notices what looked
like another one of those double bear tracks. He stopped
what he was doing and started looking around, checking the
tree line. He said, he got this overwhelming sense of
being watched and an overwhelming sense of dread. Again. It
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was middle of the day. It'd been dead quiet since
he got there. He decided, right then and there, I'm
done here. I took notes, I did my part. My
older brother can step up or another family member, but
I've done my part. He decides, I'll stay the night
and I'm gonna leave in the morning. So he goes in.
He's finalizing all this stuff in on the inside, getting
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rid of burning old trash out in the little burn area,
just cleaning it up basically. So he gets done doing that.
He said he didn't have any working clocks or anything there.
Everything was old and dead, but it was still light out.
It's Lanta. The midnight sun that time of year. It
does get dark, but at that time of year it's
usually a little later in mid June. It's the longest
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day of the europe here, so he was still a
good month and a half away from that period of time.
But it was still light out for most of the time.
It was like twilight in the sky, but all the
tree line was dark shadow all around. Again, reading by lantern,
all the curtains that were in there were gone. And
as he's reading, he was in front of the biggest
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window there. There was this shelf built in underneath that window,
like a small bar, like a breakfast bar type deal.
He was sitting there doing his reading, the same Louis
Lamore books he grew up reading. They were the same ones.
There was like four of them that he read over
and over again. As he was reading directly outside the window,
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something caught his attention. Now, he said, when he saw
this movement that caught his attention, it was like darkness
moving and then there being more like That's all he
was able to notice in his peripheral vision. His hair
stands up on the back of his neck. He leaps
back from the window, drops the book, runs over and
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grabs that rifle, and he's thinking, crap, what now opens
the door turns on the maglight he's looking around. Didn't
see anything. Now, grant you, it's not all that dark,
but looking in the tree line is very heavily shadowed,
like real dark and shadowy in the trees. So that's
why he had the flashlight. So he's going around. He's
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got that rifle and he's looking and sees nothing. Circles
the cabin. He didn't start off on the side where
the dark figure moved, which he still couldn't make out.
He goes around, making that part the last part he
checks right. So he comes around and as he does,
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he's beaming the flashlight kind of peeking around. He wasn't
right up against the cabin. He's backed up of a
little ways and looks around, and as he does so,
he notices something dark right at the tree line, fade
into the trees, A dark shadow fades into the trees right.
So immediately he's like, all right, he AIM's rifle in
that direction and shoots high into the trees, not at it,
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but high into the trees. Ow, here's a thrashing. Again,
felt a little better about the situation. Goes back inside.
He's a bit shook up. He kills the lantern. There's
no curtains. So he goes to the one portion of
the cabin to where the new barrel stove is and
the old wood stove is gone. Between that stove and
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the wall, there was another small window, but it was
up high. He slept down in that corner to where
if anyone was looking in the windows, they couldn't necessarily
see him. He was really freaked out, he said. He
sat there, didn't sleep at all that night, just leaned
against the wall, rifle right next to him, sleeping bag
on the floor type deal, and just reminiscing about all
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the memories he had there and was just trying to
wrap his mind around what was going on, because he
saw nothing definitive up to this point. He said. At
some point he started drifting off, and when he did, boom,
it was like something banged the cabin right out directly
by where he was sitting on the inside. Bam, and
it stirled him awake, and then again bam, and it
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was like a cadence of every two seconds bam, to
where everything was shimmying in this cabin. Now. It made
the windows rattle, it made the stove like dang sound.
It was banging hard. He said. It sounded like someone
was gonna come through the damn wall of the cabin.
Wasn't with that whatsoever. It freaked him out to the
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corridor where he was fetal positioned up clutching the rifle.
He wasn't seized up. He was just freaked the hell out.
He said that banging continued for almost forty five fifty minutes,
and then it stopped opposite side of the cabin, a
lighter banging fump fump. It was doing the same cadence
about every two seconds, stump thump. It was almost like
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mental torture for the poor guy. Now. He said that
went on for about forty five to fifty minutes, and
this was gestimation because he had no watch and there
was no working clocks in the cabin. He said it
felt like an eternity. He said he felt like he
was being stalked. He's fully terrified at this point. He's
just tucked up right where he was. Eventually he fell asleep.
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When he wakes up, it's just getting light. It's been light,
but light to or where the actual sun rise is
about to come up. And so he stands up. He's
shaken off the night from before and was like I'm
out of here. As he does so, he's cleaning up
his sleeping bag, mess and what have you. He turns
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and looks at the bigger window where he was reading,
and then saw the shadow move and he saw a
face looking at him, bent down looking at him. When
they made eye contact, the hairy man left. I know
the feeling personally. He said he was frozen in fear
for at least an hour trying to accept what he saw.
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After that hour or what have you, he basically got
enough gumption up to rush out, look out the windows first,
and then rush out the door to the skiff, fired
up and get out of there. He said he's been
back once or twice. The cabin has changed hands to
different family members since then. When he had reached out
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to other family members about word experiences, only one other
family member had mentioned the weird alhoots and things of
that nature, but no one else had that experience, which
it's really weird. Certain members of the family will have
an experience in one area where other people from the
same family during the same time frames dealt with nothing.
There's a randomness to it that's just very weird, just
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creepy stuff. A lot of these encounters that are shared
are more mentally terrifying than physical. If you look at
it as a whole, there's a lot more loud noise
made themselves known. People get the hell out of dodge
as quick as possible is typically the overall story of
what ends up happening. Little people's stories coming. I've been
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collecting a few so I could have a string of
them ready to share with you guys. This one here
involves the little people in the fog. Now, from what
was told to me, this happened in the nineties on
the Johnson River. There was fog in this one area
of the river. These two schoolgirls were on their way
home and they happened to cut through the fog there
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at that portion of the river. As they were going
into the fog, they saw the silhouette of a familiar shape,
someone they may know. They attempted to talk to the person,
but the person didn't talk, didn't show his face, stayed
just out of showing its face, and whatnot, really acted weird.
So they continued on and this thing started throwing slushy
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ice at them to where they felt they were soaked
through from all the snow and ice and stuff. Now
while that was going on for them, simultaneously, a couple
older women from the village were on snow machine going
into the same fog bank because they saw the two
girls now when and they came into the fog bank
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because they knew the girls. They attempted to talk to
the girls, but the girls, from what they saw, were
ignoring them, basically like they weren't being talked to. The
snow machine itself was acting up. It was running, but
it was like something was stopping them, because at one
point they were half in full throttle but still going
very slowly through this fog. So simultaneously you have these
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two girls having what appears to them to be ice
chunks and stuff being thrown at them from this figure
to at the same time these ladies coming into the
fog on a snow machine, feeling ignored by the girls,
but unbeknownst to either side the girls, we're trying to
figure out who was on the snow machines because they
didn't recognize them of something about the fog going on
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to where their perception they were given an illusion, that's
the words used to express it. They were given the
illusion of this person throwing ice and snow at them,
watery ice and snow, and then the illusion that they
didn't recognize the people on the snow machine. They saw
the figures on the snow machine, but did not recognize them,
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even though they're members of the same family. It was
really weird the fact that the ladies on the snow
machine were feeling ignored by the younger girls. Were a
bit upset about that because typically that doesn't have You
just don't ignore your elders from the village. It's just
not something that happens usually. And so once they cleared
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the fog, the snow machine operated just fine. They no
longer felt like they were being slowed down in a way.
It seemed artificially slow. They were given the illusion they
weren't making it anywhere kind of thing. So all this happens,
the girls get out of the fog, they make it home,
and they're trying to tell their parents from soaking wet
them cold, but they were dry. They were given the
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illusion in the fog that they actually got wet from
the slushy ice balls being thrown at them and stuff,
And of course there was a lot of confusion and
stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see We'll be
right back. After these messages, the two older women on
the snow machine, of course, being relatives, phone calls were
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made to get to the bottom of what was going on,
and then that's when they were able to piece together
both sides of one feeling ignored, one not recognizing. Now.
Shortly after that happened, there was a villager on one
side of the fog and a villager on the other.
They were friends. The one villager saw in the fog
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his friend hadn't gone into the fog yet though, so
he walks in thinking he's going to see his body
and say hi. He walks into the fog, gets up
in there, and then the person the illusion disappeared that
he was seeing, and he saw a three foot tall
little person. Couldn't make out the features, long arms, long nails.
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I'm trying to remember the exact word weused to call
it back home, sinksy or something along those lines in
the native language. I have to get clarification on that
in the future. So he sees the reality of what
it was and bolted out that happens his friend that
thinks he sees him in the fog, same thing. He
comes into the fog, it's illusion goes away. It's not
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his buddy, it's this a little same little person freaks out,
gets out of dodge. I was inquisitive. I was asking,
is there any other historical incidences of anything associated with
the fog. According to what was told to me, that
fog was just in that one section on the Johnson
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River there, which, gosh, you know, it would have to
be a very strong type of illusion going on for
these girls to feel soak and wet to the point
where they were so freaked out when they got home.
It was almost like they're still saying they're wet, they're wet,
when the parents are like, you're not wet, you're dry.
They had to almost snap out of that illusion. Just
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really creepy stuff. When I was little and I would
hear stories about the little people back home, it was
very similar in description, long arms, long nails. Usually. Then
you have the other aspect of that. On January seventeenth,
you're supposed to cover your mirrors because the veil is
thinner around that night. And I still haven't gotten an
answer to why. So maybe if someone from back home
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or someone else knows why, it's tied into that date.
Maybe you can shine some light on that. Get a
hold of me. Leave it in the comments. Also, there's
another little people's story I wanted to share. This comes
from off the Nushigak River just I guess it would
be upriver from Portage Creek to the east side of
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the Newshigak River. There's a place called jim Slough. Just
little Slough branches off of the river a little ways.
Good pipe fishing in there by the way Great Northern Pike. Huge.
There's an old dilapidated log cabin there. One of my
relatives when I was younger, we were there and he
was telling us how the last time he was there
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he saw a gray little person in all grayfirs, like
maybe rabbit or something along those lines, with long arms,
and the drug him on the ground. He was inside
this cabin. There's no roof on it. At the top
of the wall. This thing was peeking over at him
at first when he first noticed it, and then it
came down on the ground he saw ron he shot
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at it with his twenty two. He said it had
ducked under a log, and when it came out under
the log on the other side, it was a rabbit,
and it hopped off to something about the little people's
stories that it's just so creepy because like those members
of that family, anon a pitch up to be projected,
an illusion in your mind that you're one getting wet,
you don't recognize your own relatives just right there on
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the snow machine, to those on the snow machine being
affected in that way to where the snow machine ain't
operating properly and they're given the illusion that they're being ignored.
And then for those poor guys thinking they're going in
to say hi to there. But I'm not trying to
make light of it. I'm just mentally trying to picture
you're going, hey, buddy, then all of a sudden, it's
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not your friend. Just creepy as hell, Maud, just creepy stuff.
I couldn't imagine running into the fox, going to say
hi to my buddy, and all of a sudden, it's
not my buddy, it's this little creature with long arms.
It makes you wonder exactly what are you dealing with?
Obviously there's got to be a spiritual aspect to that.
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For supernatural things to happen in those instances, makes you wonder.
There's so much we don't know. I've been alluding to
some little people stories I have want to share with
you today. This particular person allowed me to use their name.
His name's Russ Black at the basket. Russ is from
Nondalton and that's where this little people experience happened. This
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was back late September nineteen seventy. Back then, we used
to get our snow a lot earlier and a lot
more of it. So how it went down is rusting
his siblings. He is one of five. Their mom had
to go to anchorage for supplies and whatnot late fall.
It's usually when we do it. If you don't have
stuff come in on a grub steak and what have
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you not uncommon us kids. We were left with older
cousins and older siblings all the time. Different world back then. Typically,
what would happen for him, as far as what he
explained to me with him and his siblings is once
it started getting dark, it was time to go to bed.
That's just how it was. You got to understand some
of these smaller villages, there's a lot of poverty. They
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had kerosene lamps like little propane stoves, in what have you.
At the time, they were staying in a huthouse. It
had just been built. The doorknob wasn't in it yet,
so they had this little string contraption with a sixteen
penny nail to keep the door shut in case the
wind blows. You don't want the wind blowing in your
door when they're trying to stay warm. They're all in bed.
It was starting to get dark indoors. It's a little darker.
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As they were all laying there, Russ and his siblings
were listening to his older sister tell them a story,
a bedtime story before they went to sleep. His younger
sister was next to him on the edge of the bed.
And this is just a small two bedroom hut house.
Imagine one of those little green Monopoly houses elongated a
little bit with two bedrooms and then the rest was
a living room in a kitchen, not very big. He
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pointed out that there was four little steps coming up
onto the windbreak and into the house. They had all
just gotten in there. They're all just chilling out, listening
to the story or whatever. They hear the snow machine
out front, someone trying to start it. Now there had
been a fresh import of some alcohol into the village unfortunate,
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but that's just the way it was. And the kids
assumed one of the drunk neighbors was screwing with the
snow machine, so they thought nothing of it. They laid
their quiet. Their little kids, they're not in a position.
They couldn't put up a very good protective they're all little,
So as they're laying there, their only defense was to
be quiet. And so they're listening again. This door was
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held shut by a little tight off string sixteen penny nail,
not much to it, but it was tight on the inside.
And if anyone has ever seen a door without a
doorknob in it, there's not a very big hole to
be reaching and messing with anything. So as they're sitting
there that here, he said, it sounded like boots come
up the steps. He heard it clearly, four distinct steps
coming up, bomp. There was a slight pause at the door,
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and then they heard that door open. He doesn't know
how it opened, but it opened. And this in comes
right on down the hall. They heard it clearly. Don't don't,
don't dump, And just as it was getting to the doorway,
they had a sheet hanging in place of a door,
because the doors weren't in yet, So with that sheet
hanging there, this thing stopped right outside the room. Now,
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these are five little kids lined up in this very
small room on a very small bed. They were quiet
as church mouse. That was their only defense was to
be quiet as they're laying there. From how he explained
it to me, just creepy as hell. Once it sensed
them on the outside of that door, it attempted to
be quiet. Then predatory slinked into the room real quick.
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Now it's going to take me a lot longer to
explain this to you versus how it went down. This
thing slinked into the room. They're all laying there petrified,
pretending to be asleep, and he was trying to watch
with his eyes squinched but looking through his eyelashes. Basically,
they're all laying there. This thing slinked like a he said,
it moved like a cat would, making as much distance
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as quietly as possible, until it was right up level,
right next to the bed. He said. This thing was
three foot tall, very dark, complexed. He was squinting so
he couldn't really make out finer details. It was just dark,
he said. One thing that stood out is when it
was looking around, he noticed the nose was like a
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regular nose. It looked more like the beginning stages of
Pinocchio kind of deal. Now, as they're laying there quite
as can be, this thing was staring at him. He
said he could feel it looking at him. Now. It
started turning its head side to side, assessing what it
was looking at with the kids laying there, and that
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was too much for his little sister next to him.
She jumps flips out, flinging the blanket. What who the
hell are you looking at? Kind of thing? It was
boom gone. They heard every step, but it was so fast,
faster than he's seen anything move, so they were quiet
for a minute. They heard it run off, then commenced
to go back and out shut, tying off the door. Again,
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this is not an uncommon story, just a creep factor.
When I was talking to Russ, I got the serious
creeps just thinking about this. He says, three foot tall,
this thing. The way it slunked into the room, it
just real I think it's more realizing the predatory nature
of what went down, because even as a little kid,
they sensed it. They sensed that it was nothing good
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was about to become of them. Thankfully, his little sister
had enough gumption to just fling the blanket, freaking out
because this thing was cocking his head back and forth
like a dog. Wood Assessing them again, he said it
was all dark features. He couldn't make out any eyes
or anything like that, just the weird kind of sloping
shape of the nose. I asked him, was it walking
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in boots, because he had mentioned it. The dun't dunk,
but they couldn't tell. I asked him if it sounded
really heavy. It just sounded like the hollowy kind of
sound when you hear someone walking on wood floors with boots,
that type of thing. He also mentioned that going towards
Iliamna from non Dalton, there's the mountains are behind non
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Dalton and they run. I guess it would be southeast
towards Ilamna. There's a certain rock crop, like an outcropping
of rocks in this particular area, just down a ways
from the village where all his elders told him that
the Harryman stemmed from and the little people come from.
Growing up remote, it's really hard to wrap your mind
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around some of these experiences. Because it's like a little person.
They knew everyone in the village, and it was no
one they knew. There's other stories of them stealing stuff
from the smoke house, similar activities to what the harry
Man does. A Harryman will steal all your fish, piss
it off, it'll clapture smokehouse. Just a whole litany of
different things. But there's something really creepy about the little
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people's stories. Mike from a remote village shared with us
what he saw the little people looked like little kids
running off, which was witnessed by him and several other
of the village members. There's another one I want to
share with you. It comes from Walter and Simon. They
were near the Aleutian Mountains. I asked for clarity and
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he didn't want to give it, so I didn't push.
So we'll just leave it at that exact location type thing.
They were out on a bear hunt. They were looking
for a big bear. They had been searching and scoping
for about two three days. They came up into this small,
little alpine meadow and they decided to hunker down there
for the night and see what comes around. Maybe they'll
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find a bear. Going up to find a place to hibernate,
din out whatever. So they had a game plan. So
they make a small fire. They're camping for the night. Basically,
his brother Simon wakes up Walter halfway through the night
because the aurora started above them. They saw the aurora
borealis dancing and his brother thought it was the coolest
thing and he didn't want his brother to miss it.
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So Walter sits up sesses, yeah, that is pretty cool
because they had the purples, the greens, the reds. They
were mesmerized by the auroras, which I've seen them. They're
beautiful when they do dance. They dance right above Hatcher's
pass here, and I can look out my front window
and see him. So I'm a little spoiled when it
comes to that. As they're sitting there noticing it, they
look over towards this kind of a bold kind of
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a canyon leading up into the mountains. It was like
this bold valley valley. They noticed things tumbling down the mountain.
They thought, oh, small landslide, must be aware in case
there's more snow than we realize up there and we
may be in an avalanche shoot or something. Let's just
be aware so they're watching and his brother is trying
to use the binoculars to see this. As they're watching,
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these things are coming closer. There was about six or
seven of them. They look like just little black dots
in the darkness in the snow and the moonlight reflecting
off the snow. So they're just intrigued by what is
that moving? And so as they're sitting there, these things
get closer and they're just about to where they're gonna
come down into the alpine meadow where they are, because
you got to understand where they were. They were up
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on a higher alpine meadow. They were virtually the mountain
was right there in front of them, literally right there.
Walter gets the binoculars from his brother because his brother
says something's wrong here. And he looks through and he
says what he saw was tumbling down, and then it
looked like two of the things tumbling were flipping each
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other back up. So he's trying to get a better look.
So what he saw were these little people. Once they
would tumble down the hill together, making this weird noise
kuy He assumed it was laughing and playing. When they
would tumble down, one would grab the hands of the
other one fling it over, and they were basically flinging
each other to get back up the hill. Instead of
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walking up, one would fling the other one up, and
then vice versa. So they watched this for a good
hour and a half until his brother Simon stands up
and screams, hey, over here, right, screams at him over here.
That did not sit well with these little people. As
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soon as they screamed that all movement stopped. All of
a sudden, there was little like dust devils of snow.
He said, It looked just like dust devils. There was
plenty of moonlight. I'll get an example sometime this winter
when there's a full moon in the snow. Just how
bright it can be out here because of all the
snow on the ground, it reflects the light. It's pretty bright.
You can see for a good distance. So in essence,
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they're watching these little whirlwinds of snow and poop, they
all disappeared. That comes from Walter and Simon again what
Rush shared with me about the little kids in the
bed and it's slinking in the way it's slinked into
the room. Ugh, just creepy as hell. And props to
his little sister for not having it from it, cocking
his head side to side like a dog wood out
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of curiosity. She couldn't handle it. She flipped out and
the thing ran off. Thankfully. I want to thank Russ
Black for sharing that what happened with him and his siblings,
and I want to thank Walter and Simon for sharing
their little people experience. I have a bunch more of these.
They'll be interlaced with the other Harryman encounters. I want
to thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you
guys on the next one. They say, you don't have
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a go, but you can't stay, and.
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I don't feels a world of it.
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Insist side.
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Joy, there's chart that chart everything. Can you ride back?
Pride back a joy for me? Joy stay right there,
come it right away?
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Still still stay, says says, sists games still stills us
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Stista used us MS.
Open up to an odyssey, or there's something in the
woods anatoty what you about to see you?
Speaker 2 (00:11):
Or there's something in the woods.
Speaker 1 (00:14):
Knock in the park, contangerra the Omen said, don't go outside.
There's something in the woods tonight. I hear rim knocking,
shaking bushits foot, Prince howlt.
Speaker 3 (00:23):
On my lung.
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Open up to an odyssey, something in the woods.
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Hey, greetings is Fred Alaska. What I wanted to share
with you today comes from David. He's First Nations. He's
from Bristol Bay and one guy a long time. What
he shared with me happened at his grandpa's cabin on
the West channel of the Newshigak River, which is due
west of Portage Creek. On the map, it says keep
her cut off. I don't know where they got that garbage,
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but in between the East Channel and the West Channel
there's all these slews that very depending on the overflow
and the breakup of the ice and things of that nature.
What I'm sharing with you occurred back in the mid nineties.
Everything transpired over the course of about three to four years. Now.
What he was dealing with was he would go up
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to his uppers cabin his grandpa. He would basically get
it ready for family visitors to come up sport fish,
set a net for whitefish, pike, marmoad, all that kind
of stuff. Upp took him up there. This was roughly
from his recollection ninety one or ninety two. They got
up there into May. His upa stayed with the madeir two.
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They got certain things ready. He was going to build
a generator, shack and some other stuff for his up them.
So during the course of what he was doing, he
had pine cones thrown at him. At first, because he
was surrounded by spruce trees and what have you. He
just chalked it up to squirrel up there. Whatever. That
was easy enough to dismiss. For about three to four
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nights in a row, he kept hearing thumping on the route.
When he would go out to check, he would just
notice these little basically grass and dirt. He thought it
was odd. So what he would do is he grabbed
a long pole actually it was a dip netting pole,
and he would pull him off the roof. He didn't
understand why he wasn't putting two and two together. He
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was just like, this is weird. Maybe someone is playing
a prank on me, because his older brother used to
play pranks on him when they were younger. So he figured, oh,
maybe they went up the east channel and then dripped
it back down and were messing with me, trying to
startle me or scare me. So he easily dismissed that stuff.
Now being up there, about a week he had gotten
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the generator shed done basically, just traditional log cabin style
built out of rounds. He decided, I have plenty of
canned food and rice, but I want some fish. Salmon
weren't running yet, so he went and set the white
fish net. He set it in one of these little slews.
It wasn't a very big net. It doesn't have to be.
His narrow channel wasn't very deep water. He was out
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to catch pike and whatnot, so he went and set it.
The very next morning he went back to check it. Now,
when he goes back to check it, he noticed it
was all wound up, so he gets over to it.
He untangles it. Nothing in it, of course, so he
resets it, goes back, does this thing around the cabin
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somemore grass clumps. That night, thought nothing of it. When
he saw it again, he knew he would figure out
the culprit eventually. He had nothing to startle him or
worry him. At this point, he had plenty of firearms.
There was multiple shotguns in the cabin, heavy caliber rifles.
As far as weaponry. There's bears over there. It was
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Bristol Bay, the big brown bears, massive brown bears. So
there was plenty of firepower. He was not concerned initially
with his safety. Now the next morning, when he goes
back to check the net. In Alaska that time of year,
it's different than down the States because we're on the
upward scale of land of the midnight Son, so it
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doesn't get dark until later, and it's lighter much earlier.
So he was roughly up at about four four point thirty,
and he left the cabin at about six, and so
he skiffs right up the slow It wasn't that far away,
just right up one of the slews and just around
the bend, a little bit from where his grandpa's cabin
is now. When he gets there this day, he notices
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some twigs in the mesh of the net, and he
thought nothing of it. He figured, oh, washed out twigs
and branches. I'll just pick them out and grab whatever
fish is there when he gets up on the net
and he pulls it over the bow the skiff to
pick through it. These alders are willows whatever they were
weaved into the mesh. He said. There was about three
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to four of them, all weaved in basically in the
same area of the net, which was in the deepest
part of the channel. It boggled his mind. He's never
seen driftwood weaved into a net like that. So he
was like, someone's got to be messing with me. So
he took the time, sat right there, pulled him out,
mended the net where he needed to and reset it.
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Goes back to the cabin, does some more things, changes
out some tar paper that he was going to use
that was old, and put up some new stuff on
the shed he just built for the generator. He knew
within a week his up it would be back up
with the generator and some guys to help him unload
it from the skiff and so on. So he was
doing his thing. He got it tarred up and he
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started putting moss on top, traditional style, just moss on top.
He was walking back about no, not quite one hundred
yards to where the tree line breaks and it opens
up in the tundra, heading west towards where like Dillingham basically,
so he's out there, he's cutting out chunks of moss
from the tundra, rolling it up, packing it on back
over and as he was getting it up there, he
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noticed that it was very quiet. It being so quiet,
he grew concerned because of bears. Now he had he'd
been there without seeing any bears, and let's be honest,
he was complacent. So immediately he goes, a it's too quiet,
I better go get one of the shotguns. So he
goes and he gets himself a shotgun to make sure
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he's got proper bear ammo in it, throws it over
his shoulder. He goes back collecting his moss, doing his thing,
and just as he was getting the last section of
moss to put on his shed that he built for
his upp as generator, he comes back. All the moss
he had up there had been slid down, tearing part
of the tar paper and some other stuff, and he's like,
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what the hell is this? He heard no skiffs because
he was basically trapesing some bits of soil and stuff.
He was looking for someone's tracks, any sign, and he
said he didn't see anything, so he fixes everything again.
He finally gets it all done. He ended up nailing
down some boards to hold the moss in the place basically,
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so he does that. Figures, Okay, I'm gonna go check
the net see if there's any fish whatsoever. I'm not
gonna wait overnight. I'm gonna go check it now, see
if I could at least get fresh pike or something
different to eat than the rice and the can goods.
So he skiffs across, gets up to the net and
notices the net is sunk. It's still there, It's just sunk.
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What the hell now? So he gets over there. Something
had taken a big rock and weighted down the center
length of the net, so right in the middle big
rock weighed down. He had to fight and fight to
get that rock to roll. It tore the mesh. He
finally got it out of there, had a huge hole
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in the net. So he gets off the skiff and
goes over to where he had it anchored in to
detach it so he could bring it back and mend
it at the cabin. When he gets up on the bank,
he thought what he saw was a double bear imprint
in the mud. He figured, oh, okay, it was a bear,
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but he couldn't wrap his mind around the rock. He
knew it was a rock because the water was crystal
clear to the bottom. We're talking Christine, Alaskan River. As
soon as you break the title zone on the Wood
River or the Nushigeak River, you can see to the bottom, unless,
of course, there's been a huge rain and it gets
murky from the rain. There was none of that going on,
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so he still isn't equating anything. He just got him
in this net and I'll find a different sleugh when
I'm done. A couple of days past, generator arrives. They
get it all set. His upper checks on him anything now,
He's not just dealing with stuff, mention none of it
to his Zuppa. His buddy that came with to help
move the generator jokingly laughed at him and said to
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watch out for the harry Man. It'll get you. When
they just all laughed, and he just put that in
the back of his mind. He wasn't expecting to hear
something like that. His mind was on baar and just
random weirdness. So they leave and he's still there. He
was going to be there about another week, he got
a different piece of net. It wasn't the size mesh
that he would have preferred. It was a little bigger.
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It was like five and an eighth or something like
that on the mesh size. So he uses that. He
just modified it a little bit, went and set it
on a different little channel in the sluice, hoping to
get some pike. So he SAIDs it. He goes back
to the cabin. That night he was up and he
was reading some Leuis Lamore books by lantern light. And
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as he was doing so, he thought he heard wolf's
howling off in the distance. Now, he said, it sounded
like natural wolf howls at first, and then these howls
got so loud, but they were still He could tell
it was at a distance. He knew it wasn't wolves.
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And then that the hairy man thought popped in his head. Now,
he said, once the thought, the realization happened. Immediately the
hair stood up on the back of his neck. Because
everything he had been putting off the whole time he
was there for damn, there a couple of weeks. At
this point it all became a reality. So he tightened
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everything up. He put the board at the door across
the door, he closed the curtains in the cabin, and
all this stuff right basically batting down the hatches. He
sat there reading these books all night while this chorus
periodically of wolves howling continued all night, stopped just before
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it started getting the light out. Not sleeping, he ended
up catching a cat net for a couple hours once
that chorus of sound stopped. When he got up, he
grabbed a quick bite to eat and wanted to go
check the net he had. Basically when he fell asleep,
he put all that stuff out of his mind and
just went and handled business. So he gets to the
net this time, and this time he had a couple
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of pike in there, so he was happy, Okay, I
found a spot, won't be messed with here. One was small,
one was good size. So he picked the net, reset it,
went back to the cabin, cleaned up. His catch was
basically grilling some pike on a spit right out front
the cabin. He was cooking himself some fresh pike. As
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he's cooking this, he hears a grunt. The grunt came
from the backside of the cabin from where he was
at because the little fire pit was just off the
river bank now on the west channel. It's not high
erosion there at all, so this fire pit has been
well established on all that stuff. So when he heard
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this grunt, he figured, oh crap, a bear smelled my fish.
So he didn't want to get snuck up once he
figured to run this bear off, so he stands up.
He unslings his shotgun and boom fires around in the air.
As soon as he does that, going away from the
back side of the cabin, which he say is about
a thirty foot distance before the tree line because it
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was cut back ways for the cabin, he heard crashing
and thrashing. Figured, okay, I scared that bear away. Good job,
reslung the rifle, tended to his pike, took it inside
eight and decided he was going to try to move
the net to a different spot and maybe catch a
different variety, maybe get some trout or something. Basically, he
was bored and looking for something to do because of
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all his projects were wrapped up. As soon as his
grampa came with the generator, it was a done deal
for what he was doing at this point, it was
just his own recreation. So he goes to pull the
net and take it somewhere else. Now he had been
gone from this net, he said maybe two and a
half three hours tops. He said that the net had
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branches wove into it again. It had spruce beall woven like,
pulled in and weave through to where it was tearing
the mish along with willow and alders and what have you. Basically,
it wasn't plugged, but it was a whole bunch of
shit have been weaved in there in just a short
amount of time. So he immediately jumps up onto the
bank to pull his anchor, and when he does so,
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he noticed what looked like a double bear track again.
So this time, since he's got the shotgun with them,
he decided he was going to investigate a little further.
So he walks along the edge of the slew and
he's looking down falling these tracks. As he gets around
to where it was a little bit of a cut bank,
he gets around there, he gets this whiff and he
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said it wasn't the smell of a like a bear
like he's used to. It was different. He couldn't explain that.
He said it smelled like death, raw fish musty odor
along with heavy urine odor. So immediately his hair stands up,
and so he decides, I'm not going any further because
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he only saw a couple of what looked like double
bear tracks, and upon further inspection on his way back,
he noticed there was no claw marks. It was just
so that he couldn't really make out enough depth in
it to exactly make out if it was a bear
or not. Now he gets back into the skiff, he
pulls in it in, does this thing and goes back
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to the cabin. When he gets back to the cabin,
part of the roof, the moss roof he just put
on the shed was placed over the fire pit and
it was putting off white smoke because there was still
some embers in the pit. And put something wet on heat,
it's gonna start smoking. So runs over. He didn't know
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that what was on there was from the little roof
that he had just made until he got up on it,
moved it off, and was like, what the hell, went
around looking to see who had done it, calling out
for his brother. He was calling off for us up
uh was up? His friend? You know? He thought, who
in the hell is messing with me like this? He
couldn't find any signs of anything except the evidence of
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the mosquet and basically torn off of there, and someone
put it on that little burn area for more sasquatch
out to sea. We'll be right back after these messages.
So he gets a little panicked because nothing is making sense.
The weird wolf house, the net being messed with, this
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thing happening with the fire pit. So he retreats into
the cabin for a couple hours and just starts me
mulling over everything that had been going on. Decides, Okay,
I'm gonna fix the shed because I don't want that
not being right for his up or whatever, which I
understand because he still couldn't make sense of any of it. Now.
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When he goes and gets another piece of moss to
put up there, he hears those wolf howls, this time
a lot closer, very loud, and obviously not a wolf
because of how deep the howls were and how long
they last. A wolf how can you know last a bit?
But he said this was outrageously long. It was an
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unnatural wolf howl, and then ol hooting and all this
is basically like a concert going on. He said. It
sounded like three different places, probably three to four hundred
yards away. This is middle of the day. At this
point he was getting quite panic stricken. He gathers everything up,
puts everything back where he needed to. He was working
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nervously to get the roof fixed and whatnot. He took
the net and just drug it up, put it near
the shed, went in the cabin, made sure things were secure,
went outside, boarded up the windows because he was leaving.
He was just resecuring the windows so a bear couldn't
break it and whatnot. So he grabbed the extra gas
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from the shed, put it in the skiff, and he
left For that season. He went down river to a
family friend's cabin who had a bigger skiff and hitched
a ride basically from there to Dillingham. The following year,
he went up and was going to do maintenance because
part the roof had collapsed in his up as old cabin.
I apologize, I misspoke. It was two years later because
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some things happened. So his grandpa had since passed and
he was going to do a fix up job because
part of the roof had collapsed. So he gets up
there and everything that happened from a couple of years
before he had just put it out of his mind.
The weird screams, howls, all that stuff, the net being
messed with, the roof being messed with, all that was
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out of his mind. When he comes back up, he
was going to fix the roof where it needed repairing.
It wasn't like a detrimental repair. It was cosmetic more
than anything, because everything was still intact. It just looked
like something had pressed down on one of the edges
of the roofline on the back side, almost like something
just pushed down bit things in a little bit, simple
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enough fix. It wasn't horrible, however, it brought back all
the memories. Once he was there and started working on it.
After a few hours, then everything started filtering back in
and as he was doing so, he noticed it was
very quiet again. So he immediately goes, Okay, something's up.
Let me get the shotgun. He goes in. None of
the shotguns were there, the only thing left there because
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like I said, it is up. I had since passed
and most of the stuff was removed from the cabin.
Only firearm left was a two forty three rifle, which
is a very small caliber rifle, a couple steps above
two twenty three. So he grabs that four rounds of
Minimo is all he had. He brought nothing with him
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from Dillingham because for his whole life that cabin had
always been supplied. He was unaware that so much stuff
was no longer there. Generator wasn't there. The wood stove
that was in there wasn't there anymore. It was a
drum stove now that had been taken out of someone's
old steam bath. Just things were different. So he goes
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back to repairing it. He gets it done relatively quick.
It was just cosmetic really more than anything, so he
gets it done. As he's going around, he's basically taken
an assessment of what needs to be done, anything detrimental.
One of the window panes had been broken, and that
window had been boarded over inside and out until a
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window repair could be made. He basically starts taking notes
walking around, has this two forty three rifle slung over
his shoulder, and he's just taking notes. He's doing his
thing as he circles around. He comes back around to
where he was making his repairs, where he happened to
have been making his repairs. Some of the repairs that
he had done he had dug away some of the
dirt from the edge of the cabin to check the
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bottom logs, to check for rot or anything like that.
There was fresh dirt on top of the dead grass
and what have you. Right there, he notices what looked
like another one of those double bear tracks. He stopped
what he was doing and started looking around, checking the
tree line. He said, he got this overwhelming sense of
being watched and an overwhelming sense of dread. Again. It
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was middle of the day. It'd been dead quiet since
he got there. He decided, right then and there, I'm
done here. I took notes, I did my part. My
older brother can step up or another family member, but
I've done my part. He decides, I'll stay the night
and I'm gonna leave in the morning. So he goes in.
He's finalizing all this stuff in on the inside, getting
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rid of burning old trash out in the little burn area,
just cleaning it up basically. So he gets done doing that.
He said he didn't have any working clocks or anything there.
Everything was old and dead, but it was still light out.
It's Lanta. The midnight sun that time of year. It
does get dark, but at that time of year it's
usually a little later in mid June. It's the longest
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day of the europe here, so he was still a
good month and a half away from that period of time.
But it was still light out for most of the time.
It was like twilight in the sky, but all the
tree line was dark shadow all around. Again, reading by lantern,
all the curtains that were in there were gone. And
as he's reading, he was in front of the biggest
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window there. There was this shelf built in underneath that window,
like a small bar, like a breakfast bar type deal.
He was sitting there doing his reading, the same Louis
Lamore books he grew up reading. They were the same ones.
There was like four of them that he read over
and over again. As he was reading directly outside the window,
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something caught his attention. Now, he said, when he saw
this movement that caught his attention, it was like darkness
moving and then there being more like That's all he
was able to notice in his peripheral vision. His hair
stands up on the back of his neck. He leaps
back from the window, drops the book, runs over and
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grabs that rifle, and he's thinking, crap, what now opens
the door turns on the maglight he's looking around. Didn't
see anything. Now, grant you, it's not all that dark,
but looking in the tree line is very heavily shadowed,
like real dark and shadowy in the trees. So that's
why he had the flashlight. So he's going around. He's
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got that rifle and he's looking and sees nothing. Circles
the cabin. He didn't start off on the side where
the dark figure moved, which he still couldn't make out.
He goes around, making that part the last part he
checks right. So he comes around and as he does,
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he's beaming the flashlight kind of peeking around. He wasn't
right up against the cabin. He's backed up of a
little ways and looks around, and as he does so,
he notices something dark right at the tree line, fade
into the trees, A dark shadow fades into the trees right.
So immediately he's like, all right, he AIM's rifle in
that direction and shoots high into the trees, not at it,
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but high into the trees. Ow, here's a thrashing. Again,
felt a little better about the situation. Goes back inside.
He's a bit shook up. He kills the lantern. There's
no curtains. So he goes to the one portion of
the cabin to where the new barrel stove is and
the old wood stove is gone. Between that stove and
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the wall, there was another small window, but it was
up high. He slept down in that corner to where
if anyone was looking in the windows, they couldn't necessarily
see him. He was really freaked out, he said. He
sat there, didn't sleep at all that night, just leaned
against the wall, rifle right next to him, sleeping bag
on the floor type deal, and just reminiscing about all
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the memories he had there and was just trying to
wrap his mind around what was going on, because he
saw nothing definitive up to this point. He said. At
some point he started drifting off, and when he did, boom,
it was like something banged the cabin right out directly
by where he was sitting on the inside. Bam, and
it stirled him awake, and then again bam, and it
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was like a cadence of every two seconds bam, to
where everything was shimmying in this cabin. Now. It made
the windows rattle, it made the stove like dang sound.
It was banging hard. He said. It sounded like someone
was gonna come through the damn wall of the cabin.
Wasn't with that whatsoever. It freaked him out to the
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corridor where he was fetal positioned up clutching the rifle.
He wasn't seized up. He was just freaked the hell out.
He said that banging continued for almost forty five fifty minutes,
and then it stopped opposite side of the cabin, a
lighter banging fump fump. It was doing the same cadence
about every two seconds, stump thump. It was almost like
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mental torture for the poor guy. Now. He said that
went on for about forty five to fifty minutes, and
this was gestimation because he had no watch and there
was no working clocks in the cabin. He said it
felt like an eternity. He said he felt like he
was being stalked. He's fully terrified at this point. He's
just tucked up right where he was. Eventually he fell asleep.
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When he wakes up, it's just getting light. It's been light,
but light to or where the actual sun rise is
about to come up. And so he stands up. He's
shaken off the night from before and was like I'm
out of here. As he does so, he's cleaning up
his sleeping bag, mess and what have you. He turns
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and looks at the bigger window where he was reading,
and then saw the shadow move and he saw a
face looking at him, bent down looking at him. When
they made eye contact, the hairy man left. I know
the feeling personally. He said he was frozen in fear
for at least an hour trying to accept what he saw.
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After that hour or what have you, he basically got
enough gumption up to rush out, look out the windows first,
and then rush out the door to the skiff, fired
up and get out of there. He said he's been
back once or twice. The cabin has changed hands to
different family members since then. When he had reached out
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to other family members about word experiences, only one other
family member had mentioned the weird alhoots and things of
that nature, but no one else had that experience, which
it's really weird. Certain members of the family will have
an experience in one area where other people from the
same family during the same time frames dealt with nothing.
There's a randomness to it that's just very weird, just
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creepy stuff. A lot of these encounters that are shared
are more mentally terrifying than physical. If you look at
it as a whole, there's a lot more loud noise
made themselves known. People get the hell out of dodge
as quick as possible is typically the overall story of
what ends up happening. Little people's stories coming. I've been
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collecting a few so I could have a string of
them ready to share with you guys. This one here
involves the little people in the fog. Now, from what
was told to me, this happened in the nineties on
the Johnson River. There was fog in this one area
of the river. These two schoolgirls were on their way
home and they happened to cut through the fog there
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at that portion of the river. As they were going
into the fog, they saw the silhouette of a familiar shape,
someone they may know. They attempted to talk to the person,
but the person didn't talk, didn't show his face, stayed
just out of showing its face, and whatnot, really acted weird.
So they continued on and this thing started throwing slushy
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ice at them to where they felt they were soaked
through from all the snow and ice and stuff. Now
while that was going on for them, simultaneously, a couple
older women from the village were on snow machine going
into the same fog bank because they saw the two
girls now when and they came into the fog bank
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because they knew the girls. They attempted to talk to
the girls, but the girls, from what they saw, were
ignoring them, basically like they weren't being talked to. The
snow machine itself was acting up. It was running, but
it was like something was stopping them, because at one
point they were half in full throttle but still going
very slowly through this fog. So simultaneously you have these
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two girls having what appears to them to be ice
chunks and stuff being thrown at them from this figure
to at the same time these ladies coming into the
fog on a snow machine, feeling ignored by the girls,
but unbeknownst to either side the girls, we're trying to
figure out who was on the snow machines because they
didn't recognize them of something about the fog going on
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to where their perception they were given an illusion, that's
the words used to express it. They were given the
illusion of this person throwing ice and snow at them,
watery ice and snow, and then the illusion that they
didn't recognize the people on the snow machine. They saw
the figures on the snow machine, but did not recognize them,
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even though they're members of the same family. It was
really weird the fact that the ladies on the snow
machine were feeling ignored by the younger girls. Were a
bit upset about that because typically that doesn't have You
just don't ignore your elders from the village. It's just
not something that happens usually. And so once they cleared
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the fog, the snow machine operated just fine. They no
longer felt like they were being slowed down in a way.
It seemed artificially slow. They were given the illusion they
weren't making it anywhere kind of thing. So all this happens,
the girls get out of the fog, they make it home,
and they're trying to tell their parents from soaking wet
them cold, but they were dry. They were given the
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illusion in the fog that they actually got wet from
the slushy ice balls being thrown at them and stuff,
And of course there was a lot of confusion and
stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see We'll be
right back. After these messages, the two older women on
the snow machine, of course, being relatives, phone calls were
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made to get to the bottom of what was going on,
and then that's when they were able to piece together
both sides of one feeling ignored, one not recognizing. Now.
Shortly after that happened, there was a villager on one
side of the fog and a villager on the other.
They were friends. The one villager saw in the fog
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his friend hadn't gone into the fog yet though, so
he walks in thinking he's going to see his body
and say hi. He walks into the fog, gets up
in there, and then the person the illusion disappeared that
he was seeing, and he saw a three foot tall
little person. Couldn't make out the features, long arms, long nails.
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I'm trying to remember the exact word weused to call
it back home, sinksy or something along those lines in
the native language. I have to get clarification on that
in the future. So he sees the reality of what
it was and bolted out that happens his friend that
thinks he sees him in the fog, same thing. He
comes into the fog, it's illusion goes away. It's not
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his buddy, it's this a little same little person freaks out,
gets out of dodge. I was inquisitive. I was asking,
is there any other historical incidences of anything associated with
the fog. According to what was told to me, that
fog was just in that one section on the Johnson
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River there, which, gosh, you know, it would have to
be a very strong type of illusion going on for
these girls to feel soak and wet to the point
where they were so freaked out when they got home.
It was almost like they're still saying they're wet, they're wet,
when the parents are like, you're not wet, you're dry.
They had to almost snap out of that illusion. Just
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really creepy stuff. When I was little and I would
hear stories about the little people back home, it was
very similar in description, long arms, long nails. Usually. Then
you have the other aspect of that. On January seventeenth,
you're supposed to cover your mirrors because the veil is
thinner around that night. And I still haven't gotten an
answer to why. So maybe if someone from back home
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or someone else knows why, it's tied into that date.
Maybe you can shine some light on that. Get a
hold of me. Leave it in the comments. Also, there's
another little people's story I wanted to share. This comes
from off the Nushigak River just I guess it would
be upriver from Portage Creek to the east side of
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the Newshigak River. There's a place called jim Slough. Just
little Slough branches off of the river a little ways.
Good pipe fishing in there by the way Great Northern Pike. Huge.
There's an old dilapidated log cabin there. One of my
relatives when I was younger, we were there and he
was telling us how the last time he was there
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he saw a gray little person in all grayfirs, like
maybe rabbit or something along those lines, with long arms,
and the drug him on the ground. He was inside
this cabin. There's no roof on it. At the top
of the wall. This thing was peeking over at him
at first when he first noticed it, and then it
came down on the ground he saw ron he shot
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at it with his twenty two. He said it had
ducked under a log, and when it came out under
the log on the other side, it was a rabbit,
and it hopped off to something about the little people's
stories that it's just so creepy because like those members
of that family, anon a pitch up to be projected,
an illusion in your mind that you're one getting wet,
you don't recognize your own relatives just right there on
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the snow machine, to those on the snow machine being
affected in that way to where the snow machine ain't
operating properly and they're given the illusion that they're being ignored.
And then for those poor guys thinking they're going in
to say hi to there. But I'm not trying to
make light of it. I'm just mentally trying to picture
you're going, hey, buddy, then all of a sudden, it's
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not your friend. Just creepy as hell, Maud, just creepy stuff.
I couldn't imagine running into the fox, going to say
hi to my buddy, and all of a sudden, it's
not my buddy, it's this little creature with long arms.
It makes you wonder exactly what are you dealing with?
Obviously there's got to be a spiritual aspect to that.
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For supernatural things to happen in those instances, makes you wonder.
There's so much we don't know. I've been alluding to
some little people stories I have want to share with
you today. This particular person allowed me to use their name.
His name's Russ Black at the basket. Russ is from
Nondalton and that's where this little people experience happened. This
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was back late September nineteen seventy. Back then, we used
to get our snow a lot earlier and a lot
more of it. So how it went down is rusting
his siblings. He is one of five. Their mom had
to go to anchorage for supplies and whatnot late fall.
It's usually when we do it. If you don't have
stuff come in on a grub steak and what have
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you not uncommon us kids. We were left with older
cousins and older siblings all the time. Different world back then. Typically,
what would happen for him, as far as what he
explained to me with him and his siblings is once
it started getting dark, it was time to go to bed.
That's just how it was. You got to understand some
of these smaller villages, there's a lot of poverty. They
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had kerosene lamps like little propane stoves, in what have you.
At the time, they were staying in a huthouse. It
had just been built. The doorknob wasn't in it yet,
so they had this little string contraption with a sixteen
penny nail to keep the door shut in case the
wind blows. You don't want the wind blowing in your
door when they're trying to stay warm. They're all in bed.
It was starting to get dark indoors. It's a little darker.
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As they were all laying there, Russ and his siblings
were listening to his older sister tell them a story,
a bedtime story before they went to sleep. His younger
sister was next to him on the edge of the bed.
And this is just a small two bedroom hut house.
Imagine one of those little green Monopoly houses elongated a
little bit with two bedrooms and then the rest was
a living room in a kitchen, not very big. He
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pointed out that there was four little steps coming up
onto the windbreak and into the house. They had all
just gotten in there. They're all just chilling out, listening
to the story or whatever. They hear the snow machine
out front, someone trying to start it. Now there had
been a fresh import of some alcohol into the village unfortunate,
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but that's just the way it was. And the kids
assumed one of the drunk neighbors was screwing with the
snow machine, so they thought nothing of it. They laid
their quiet. Their little kids, they're not in a position.
They couldn't put up a very good protective they're all little,
So as they're laying there, their only defense was to
be quiet. And so they're listening again. This door was
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held shut by a little tight off string sixteen penny nail,
not much to it, but it was tight on the inside.
And if anyone has ever seen a door without a
doorknob in it, there's not a very big hole to
be reaching and messing with anything. So as they're sitting
there that here, he said, it sounded like boots come
up the steps. He heard it clearly, four distinct steps
coming up, bomp. There was a slight pause at the door,
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and then they heard that door open. He doesn't know
how it opened, but it opened. And this in comes
right on down the hall. They heard it clearly. Don't don't,
don't dump, And just as it was getting to the doorway,
they had a sheet hanging in place of a door,
because the doors weren't in yet, So with that sheet
hanging there, this thing stopped right outside the room. Now,
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these are five little kids lined up in this very
small room on a very small bed. They were quiet
as church mouse. That was their only defense was to
be quiet as they're laying there. From how he explained
it to me, just creepy as hell. Once it sensed
them on the outside of that door, it attempted to
be quiet. Then predatory slinked into the room real quick.
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Now it's going to take me a lot longer to
explain this to you versus how it went down. This
thing slinked into the room. They're all laying there petrified,
pretending to be asleep, and he was trying to watch
with his eyes squinched but looking through his eyelashes. Basically,
they're all laying there. This thing slinked like a he said,
it moved like a cat would, making as much distance
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as quietly as possible, until it was right up level,
right next to the bed. He said. This thing was
three foot tall, very dark, complexed. He was squinting so
he couldn't really make out finer details. It was just dark,
he said. One thing that stood out is when it
was looking around, he noticed the nose was like a
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regular nose. It looked more like the beginning stages of
Pinocchio kind of deal. Now, as they're laying there quite
as can be, this thing was staring at him. He
said he could feel it looking at him. Now. It
started turning its head side to side, assessing what it
was looking at with the kids laying there, and that
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was too much for his little sister next to him.
She jumps flips out, flinging the blanket. What who the
hell are you looking at? Kind of thing? It was
boom gone. They heard every step, but it was so fast,
faster than he's seen anything move, so they were quiet
for a minute. They heard it run off, then commenced
to go back and out shut, tying off the door. Again,
(39:43):
this is not an uncommon story, just a creep factor.
When I was talking to Russ, I got the serious
creeps just thinking about this. He says, three foot tall,
this thing. The way it slunked into the room, it
just real I think it's more realizing the predatory nature
of what went down, because even as a little kid,
they sensed it. They sensed that it was nothing good
(40:07):
was about to become of them. Thankfully, his little sister
had enough gumption to just fling the blanket, freaking out
because this thing was cocking his head back and forth
like a dog. Wood Assessing them again, he said it
was all dark features. He couldn't make out any eyes
or anything like that, just the weird kind of sloping
shape of the nose. I asked him, was it walking
(40:29):
in boots, because he had mentioned it. The dun't dunk,
but they couldn't tell. I asked him if it sounded
really heavy. It just sounded like the hollowy kind of
sound when you hear someone walking on wood floors with boots,
that type of thing. He also mentioned that going towards
Iliamna from non Dalton, there's the mountains are behind non
(40:50):
Dalton and they run. I guess it would be southeast
towards Ilamna. There's a certain rock crop, like an outcropping
of rocks in this particular area, just down a ways
from the village where all his elders told him that
the Harryman stemmed from and the little people come from.
Growing up remote, it's really hard to wrap your mind
(41:10):
around some of these experiences. Because it's like a little person.
They knew everyone in the village, and it was no
one they knew. There's other stories of them stealing stuff
from the smoke house, similar activities to what the harry
Man does. A Harryman will steal all your fish, piss
it off, it'll clapture smokehouse. Just a whole litany of
different things. But there's something really creepy about the little
(41:34):
people's stories. Mike from a remote village shared with us
what he saw the little people looked like little kids
running off, which was witnessed by him and several other
of the village members. There's another one I want to
share with you. It comes from Walter and Simon. They
were near the Aleutian Mountains. I asked for clarity and
(41:55):
he didn't want to give it, so I didn't push.
So we'll just leave it at that exact location type thing.
They were out on a bear hunt. They were looking
for a big bear. They had been searching and scoping
for about two three days. They came up into this small,
little alpine meadow and they decided to hunker down there
for the night and see what comes around. Maybe they'll
(42:17):
find a bear. Going up to find a place to hibernate,
din out whatever. So they had a game plan. So
they make a small fire. They're camping for the night. Basically,
his brother Simon wakes up Walter halfway through the night
because the aurora started above them. They saw the aurora
borealis dancing and his brother thought it was the coolest
thing and he didn't want his brother to miss it.
(42:39):
So Walter sits up sesses, yeah, that is pretty cool
because they had the purples, the greens, the reds. They
were mesmerized by the auroras, which I've seen them. They're
beautiful when they do dance. They dance right above Hatcher's
pass here, and I can look out my front window
and see him. So I'm a little spoiled when it
comes to that. As they're sitting there noticing it, they
look over towards this kind of a bold kind of
(43:00):
a canyon leading up into the mountains. It was like
this bold valley valley. They noticed things tumbling down the mountain.
They thought, oh, small landslide, must be aware in case
there's more snow than we realize up there and we
may be in an avalanche shoot or something. Let's just
be aware so they're watching and his brother is trying
to use the binoculars to see this. As they're watching,
(43:22):
these things are coming closer. There was about six or
seven of them. They look like just little black dots
in the darkness in the snow and the moonlight reflecting
off the snow. So they're just intrigued by what is
that moving? And so as they're sitting there, these things
get closer and they're just about to where they're gonna
come down into the alpine meadow where they are, because
you got to understand where they were. They were up
(43:45):
on a higher alpine meadow. They were virtually the mountain
was right there in front of them, literally right there.
Walter gets the binoculars from his brother because his brother
says something's wrong here. And he looks through and he
says what he saw was tumbling down, and then it
looked like two of the things tumbling were flipping each
(44:06):
other back up. So he's trying to get a better look.
So what he saw were these little people. Once they
would tumble down the hill together, making this weird noise
kuy He assumed it was laughing and playing. When they
would tumble down, one would grab the hands of the
other one fling it over, and they were basically flinging
each other to get back up the hill. Instead of
(44:27):
walking up, one would fling the other one up, and
then vice versa. So they watched this for a good
hour and a half until his brother Simon stands up
and screams, hey, over here, right, screams at him over here.
That did not sit well with these little people. As
(44:48):
soon as they screamed that all movement stopped. All of
a sudden, there was little like dust devils of snow.
He said, It looked just like dust devils. There was
plenty of moonlight. I'll get an example sometime this winter
when there's a full moon in the snow. Just how
bright it can be out here because of all the
snow on the ground, it reflects the light. It's pretty bright.
You can see for a good distance. So in essence,
(45:10):
they're watching these little whirlwinds of snow and poop, they
all disappeared. That comes from Walter and Simon again what
Rush shared with me about the little kids in the
bed and it's slinking in the way it's slinked into
the room. Ugh, just creepy as hell. And props to
his little sister for not having it from it, cocking
his head side to side like a dog wood out
(45:31):
of curiosity. She couldn't handle it. She flipped out and
the thing ran off. Thankfully. I want to thank Russ
Black for sharing that what happened with him and his siblings,
and I want to thank Walter and Simon for sharing
their little people experience. I have a bunch more of these.
They'll be interlaced with the other Harryman encounters. I want
to thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you
guys on the next one. They say, you don't have
(45:53):
a go, but you can't stay, and.
Speaker 2 (46:01):
I don't feels a world of it.
Speaker 3 (46:13):
Insist side.
Speaker 2 (46:28):
Joy, there's chart that chart everything. Can you ride back?
Pride back a joy for me? Joy stay right there,
come it right away?
Speaker 3 (46:47):
Still still stay, says says, sists games still stills us
(47:45):
Stista used us MS.
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