November 16, 2025 • 37 mins
Deep in the shadowed heart of Alaska’s Copper River Valley, the wilderness holds more than silence—it remembers. In this chilling episode of Sasquatch Odyssey, the haunting folklore of Alaska comes alive through vivid accounts passed down by those who’ve lived closest to its mysteries.
From the whispered warnings of elders to the trembling voices of witnesses, Killers in the Valley explores the eerie boundary between legend and lived experience. We journey through tales of monstrous “killer monkeys” stalking the riverbanks, and the Harrimen—dark, elusive figures said to roam the fog-laden forests where few dare to tread.
But the most unnerving of all are the shape-shifters: sea otters that rise from the depths, transforming into towering, humanlike beings cloaked in shadow and dripping river water.
Agatha, whose quiet day of berry picking turned into a nightmare of strange sounds and unseen watchers; of Ms. Carroll, whose property became a beacon for ghostly lights and inexplicable disturbances; and of William Williams, who faced a creature so horrifying it blurred the line between man, beast, and spirit.
Each account carries the pulse of Alaska’s untamed wilds—a reminder that isolation, fear, and ancient belief intertwine in the frozen frontier. These stories are more than folklore; they are fragments of memory, fear, and reverence for a land that is beautiful, merciless, and deeply haunted.
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From the whispered warnings of elders to the trembling voices of witnesses, Killers in the Valley explores the eerie boundary between legend and lived experience. We journey through tales of monstrous “killer monkeys” stalking the riverbanks, and the Harrimen—dark, elusive figures said to roam the fog-laden forests where few dare to tread.
But the most unnerving of all are the shape-shifters: sea otters that rise from the depths, transforming into towering, humanlike beings cloaked in shadow and dripping river water.
Agatha, whose quiet day of berry picking turned into a nightmare of strange sounds and unseen watchers; of Ms. Carroll, whose property became a beacon for ghostly lights and inexplicable disturbances; and of William Williams, who faced a creature so horrifying it blurred the line between man, beast, and spirit.
Each account carries the pulse of Alaska’s untamed wilds—a reminder that isolation, fear, and ancient belief intertwine in the frozen frontier. These stories are more than folklore; they are fragments of memory, fear, and reverence for a land that is beautiful, merciless, and deeply haunted.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Now one of your pudding. I got a string going
on here, something just because my dog. Something killed your dog,
my dog. We're flying through the air over the tree.
I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm
really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence and he was dead. And once you hit
the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I
saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what
(00:38):
are you putting? We got some wonder or something crawling
around out here? Did you see what it was? Or
was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through
the window now and I don't see anything. I don't
want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better hello, hit
(01:03):
somebody out here?
Speaker 2 (01:05):
What went on out there?
Speaker 1 (01:06):
It's got a bit about sixty ft nine. I don't
know you see them out there? Yeah?
Speaker 2 (01:11):
Righty oh, bred Laska, thanks again for joining me. The
title of this is Killers in the Valley, and it's
not hyperbole by any means. Long, long oral history with
the Otanas and the Athabasket Indians over this way of
exactly that killers in the Valley. It stems from the
killer monkeys, the tailed monkeys approximately five foot tall, long,
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tails similar to lehmur body shape, a human type face.
Those monkeys have the fangs, very protruding high teeth. One
of the search and rescue going on, some background noise
with aircraft flying round. I've shared in the past what
some elders have shared with me. As far as Horse
Creek off the Copper River. These hunters went back up
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in there. There was no game around. They got up
in this plateau nutting around, and then they up to
this rise. They heard weird noises on the other side
of it, so they crawled up there so they didn't
mark themselves on the ridgeline silhouette themselves. They get up
there and they peak over and they see a group
a harryman playing with human bones. They high tailed it
out of there, obviously, and they backtracked several times to
(02:17):
avoid these things following them back to their village. From
Salta down to Chittna, you got killer monkeys. I've had
reports from Mosquito Creek about sasquatch height ones with tails.
That was difference. Just a long lineage going back a
long time. So with that being said, let me share
(02:38):
some things that were shared with me just recently. This
one comes from an Ottna elder grew up outside a
copper center between Chittn a copper center, spent their whole
lives hunting subsistence, berry picking, all of it. Her name
was Agatha. She said I could use her name now.
What she shared with me stems from her childhood on through.
(03:01):
So in her childhood berry picking, they periodically, not every day,
but periodically they would hear the screams coming from basically
the Horse Creek area. It sounded like a long ways off,
so even when they heard it, they would still move
to a different berry patch. Just that type of thing.
(03:21):
So as she was growing up, that would happen periodically.
When they were at fish camp tinting to the fish wheel,
they would have salmon coming up missing, just all sorts
of weirdness. One of the things that happened is she
said her uncle at one point and her sister's husband
at the time were tinning to the fish wheel and
they said something was wrong with it. It wasn't turning.
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Something had jabbed a stick in it to stop its momentum.
It's turning it. It was basically a log got jammed
in there, and initially they thought maybe the current brought
a log downstream and it got wrapped up in the
wheel and locked in there. They kept looking at and
trying to figure out how it got curled up in there,
a stick through a bike tire type of deal, and
so they couldn't figure it out. And as they were
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trying to dislodge this thing because they had the water
current pushing against it, and they're trying to slowly wiggle
it out of there. As they're doing that, they hear
whistling from shore just up the bank from them, approximately
fifteen twenty yards, and they're trying to who's whistling out
of They thought it was another relative, and they start hollering, hey,
come help us with this, Hey, come help us with this.
(04:27):
And they pay attention to their work again. And as
they're struggling, their backs are to the river bank and
they're trying to pull this log out right, and so
they hear the whistling again, but this time it's like
literally right behind them. So they turn around to look
there's a hairy man standing up on the bank, half crouch,
half just determining what it was going to do. They
instantly were freaked out. She said. They ran to the
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other side of the fish will, because there's platforms on
either side and the catch that the fish drop into,
and they were on the back side of that. Her
older sister's husband had a pistol with them in old
thirty eight of some kind. They started yelling at to
get out of here, and it backed up towards the
tree line a little more of the brush line and
just started making these weird noises. Because it's been so long,
(05:10):
she doesn't remember exactly what the noises were, but they
were obscure, non native, non anything they'd ever heard, and
these are Natives speaking peoples. So they were thrown off.
The brother in law fired a shot into the air,
and this thing tore out of there. Now, when it
tore out of there, as they hear it leaving through
the brush, they hear two other things moving with it,
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So in that instance, it was not alone. After sharing that,
she got into some of the things types of things
we've heard before, as far as kids playing on the
trail ahead of them, and as they're going down the
trail to get to their fishing spot for roden real fishing,
all of a sudden there was no kids, no one
around this one particular trail, she said, came to a
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dead end because it dropped to the river bank. There
was nowhere else to go, so they figured they would
Eventually they reached these kids, Agata said, when they were
coming around the last little hook in the trail that
hooks off to the right a little bit on the bank,
everyone stopped for whatever reason. There was a group of
five of them, all of them women, two of them armed.
But they stopped because something felt off, and they stopped
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hearing the kid noises, and so they went forward slowly
to where they could see the little area where it
was cleared out and nothing. The brush was super thick,
and once they got in there, then they heard kids
up the trail that they just came. But it was weird.
It was childlike, but not necessarily children. So two of
the women that were armed, actually one of them armed,
the one knot. They went back up the trail to
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see if kids were lost. As they were doing so,
the other group of three heard them both scream and
they came running back and they said, it's not kids,
it's not kids, it's a hairy man. I don't have
the tongue to pronounce the word they use. It's not
non to knock, that's a different tribe elsewhere anyway, basically
the hairy man. They said. There was two of them,
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small ones, and they ran off up the trail, making
this weird laughing sound. The last one she shared with
me comes from about three years ago. They were coming
back from McCarthy. They took some relatives up that way
for sight seeing, and anyone who's been on McCarthy road,
holy shit, man, it's a washboard, gravel road. Nightmare. It's
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a primitive road, to say the least. So they were
on their way back. As they were coming back, they
saw two separate crossings. One of the crossings was really
close in front of the vehicle. She doesn't remember exactly
where on the road it was, because it's a hell
of a road. It's sixty miles long and primitive. She
doesn't remember exactly where it crossed. There was one, and
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then I got a little darker and there was a
second crossing with the smaller one that went across the road. Again.
All these things, it dims from that legacy, that heritage
of killers. All the elder natives that I've spoken to
have that oral history of they take women and children,
They've killed villagers. This is going back so there was
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no specific dates in times and whatnot of the missing,
our names of the missing. They were just talking about
missing villagers. They never got specific, so I respected it.
I didn't push. She said, there hasn't been the missing
people like there had been in the past as far
as our oral history. But the fear is still there.
(08:24):
The fear is still very real. That being said me
and squatch Bait. There's got to be something going on.
The same plane and the same helicopter keeper flying a
grid pattern anyway, So with me and Ryan, we went
back to the Copper River Valley to check on Miss Carroll.
She had continuing things going on her property. We tried
to go easter, but it was so much snow we
(08:46):
couldn't really look around. So we made it down. We're
able to look around and and that that black hawk
just keeps surfing on. Don't know if you guys, almost
like it was a show. Now I'll have to see
the video when I've done, And it was like it
wasn't showing up on video. That's weird. So we're down
there checking things out for Miss Carroll, trying to bring
her peace of mind, checking out her trail camera set
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up things of this nature. So we look around. We
went to places we couldn't reach because of the snow,
areas of high strangeness. We were walking. There was no
game trail. We just picked a spot and started walking
in to go to check out this pond to see
if we could see any tracks around the pond. And
as first thing, we walked through the brush and we'd
get into this small little clearing where at some point
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someone had dropped a beetlekill spruce. No big deal, that happens.
What was odd was there was two saplings bent over.
They weren't snapped, they were flexed very hard to a
hard ninety degree angle and they made an X on
the ground the way they were crossed. Just odds, odd stuff,
various tree brakes, the feeling in the air. It is
(09:53):
not just one thing. It was a multitude at things.
After our excursion around this property, this property was a
former farm area near Kinney Lake and a cult used
to own that property years ago and they moved all
the cult housing up to Delta. We suspect they were
doing some shenanigans as far as whatever they were doing
(10:13):
as far as sacrifices or summoning, who knows because later
on that night, we were discussing the day's events and
what we saw and just our feelings about what was
going on with Miss Carroll because she was stressed out.
She's in her seventies, she's there alone, and it's her home,
but yet she felt trapped in her home because she
(10:33):
was scared to go outside. As we're sitting there talking,
she's sitting in her chair and she says, oh, there's
a light out there. We look. I didn't see it initially,
but she had me sit where she was sitting and
I looked and I saw the orb right. It was
like a light salmon color opaque, not bright, and had
a little shimmer to it. So I'm thinking, is that
(10:54):
light refraction from one of the ponds back there? Something?
So I'm watching, so I decided to go outside. I
get outside, I walk from one side of the driveway
to the other, watching this thing. And as I was
coming back across the driveway to go up this little
dirt mound behind the outhouse, this thing was shimmering and
it was moving away from me into the trees, almost
like trying to draw me out. Immediately was like, I
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ain't following that thing. Later on a red one showed
up ball lightning. Who knows. It just seemed very odd
how it transpired, how everything transpired. Unfortunately, the stress was
again too much for Miss Carroll. As she's back in
North Pole. There's virtually no answers before people going through
what she's going through and being there alone and whatnot.
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It's totally understandable why she didn't want to stay. Hopefully
things can get resolved in some way to where she
can enjoy her time there. While she has time there,
it's been her home for a long time. Her husband's
buried on the property and things like that, so it's
not just a vacation home. Was their home. A shout
out to Miss Carroll. Another thing I want to share
(11:58):
in this video. This will be a two just because
it's just easier to do it that way. The last
portion I want to share with you guys has to
do with McCarthy rode again. Just recently, I was emailed
from a guy in twenty fifteen. He was on McCarthy road.
He said roughly the midway point and on McCarthy wrote,
if anyone's ever been there, there's a little pullouts here
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and there, nice little spots, some overlooking the valley on
the one side, some just with the tree backdrop. He
found one with the tree backdrop, and he backed his
little Toyota pickup in there. And he had an old
school a frame pop up tent that fit perfectly in
the bed of his truck because he didn't have a
canopy over it. So he had it set up, and
he said it was close to the end of August
when he finally made it out there, and a lot
(12:41):
of the tourists were gone and it was a lot quieter, right,
So he had his tent set up and the flap
opening obviously towards the tailgate side. He left the tailgate down.
He was just laying in there. His dog he kept
locked up inside the cab of the truck because he
was worried the dog was still a puppy, and he
was worried the dog would just scamper off, for get
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lured off by wolves and so on. There's wolves about bears,
about lions, tigers and bears amc It is wild Alaska,
it's untamed. So he kept the dog in the cab
and he was just crashing out for the night. He
had a small flashlight and a three fifty seven magnum.
Now he didn't light a fire because he got there late,
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but he had a fire pile set up for in
the morning so he could start a fire, bruce coffee
and what have you. This gentleman's name is Mark. He
was just dozing off. The rain had let off, because
it had been raining a little bit late in that afternoon.
The rain died off about a half hour prior, and
he was finally able to start dozing off, and he
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starts hearing this very odd like a cooing, like a
pigeon cooing, but much louder. And so this cooping's going on,
and it sounds like it's on a constant movement, not
necessarily real close to his truck, but enough to where
and it's almost like it's facing him while it's making
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this sound like a horseshoe shape back and forth. It's
not at a fast cadence. It's just moving not fast
nor slow, but at a steady pace back and forth,
this cooing sound. So he's what the hell is that?
So he listens for a while and he's just shaking
it up to just some strangeness. So he's again trying
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to fall back asleep and as he's doing so, he
feels the truck thump and it shakes the truck right
and he was just on the verge of falling asleep,
so it startled him. So he turns on the flashlight,
pulds up his gun and gets to the edge of
the tent unzips it, opens it up and he's looking
around with the flashlight out the back. Sees nothing, and
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he decides, you know what, something bumped my rig. I
need to get out and take a look. So he
crawls out. He puts on his boots real quick, and
he's looking. It's not super dark, but it's dark enough
to where the woods are dark, but the sky has
some light to it. Right, stay tuned for more sasquatch
out to sea. We'll be right back after the east messages.
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So he's panning hero out the flashlight. He's trying to
figure it out what the hell was that, And he's
literally standing at the bed of his truck. The tailgate
is basically he's leaning back against it with his butt.
He fills the truck shake again and he thinks, oh crap, earthquake.
So he runs around to the front of the truck
and is going to jump inside it, and as he's
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coming around to grab the door handle, he has to
basically turn the flashlight and grab the pandel because he's
got the gun in one hand flashlight in the other.
So as he's doing so, he notices a flashlight catch
some eye shine right off the front of his Toyota,
right by the road. So immediately he stops, and he
says his heart sank because when he was reaching the
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eye shine was up higher, and so when he was
reaching for the door handle with his flashlight and he
caught the glimpse of that eye shine out of his right,
he said, it felt like everything went slow motion, and
it was almost like a horror movie. As he slowly
brought the flash light up. Not to laugh, because me
and Mark laughed about it ourselves, just the holy crap.
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And he beams this thing in the face and he
has one of those small it was like one hundred
and twenty loom and it wasn't the brightest thing, but
it had new batteries, so it still put off a
decent enough beam to where he could see what he
was looking at. All black, leathery looking face, really wrinkled,
no hair around. It was like almost like the planet
of the apes, he said, because the hair came up
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to just below the cheek bones around none by the face,
real white jaw. Didn't see its teeth, real thin purse lips.
The mouth protruded a little further than the nose, flat
to the face, broad nostrils, pitch black looking, black eyes.
The eye shine was a very light reddish hue to it.
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Immediately he froze. He stares at it a second, and
this thing turns and walks off to his left in
front of his truck and comes around the other side
of his truck. Now as it's doing that, he hops
in the truck, slams the door. He's looking, and this
thing is walking by and is looking. He's assuming at
his dog because his dog is curled up on the
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floorboard underneath the steering wheel, trying to basically hide. Dog
didn't make a peep, and it was some kind of
Chesapeake Terrier or something a mix dog ain't making a peep.
He's sitting in the passenger side. He's flashlighting. This thing
walk past the truck. The truck shakes again. He hears
the loudest blood curdling scream. He said, he didn't just
only feel it in his body. He felt it in
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the truck, and he heard it thrash away, making this
god awful noise and tree breaking and stuff like that.
He calmed down for a minute. He said it was
probably two hours before he stopped shaking. Half the time
he was trying to hide below the dash line to
not be seen. Other times he's trying to peek around.
He was so scared. He was scared to move from
the passenger seat to the driver's seat to start the
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fucking truck and get the hell out of there. That's
how freaked out he was. I asked him, do you
think it was like going for your dog or just
trying to lure you?
Speaker 1 (18:07):
You know.
Speaker 2 (18:07):
I was asking him how he felt inside about it,
because that can speak volumes to what occurred during the incident.
He said, once he saw it and it started moving,
he didn't feel necessarily in danger for himself. He felt
like things could go south real fast, and so when
he jumped in the truck and it was going by,
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he said, that's when he felt the most vulnerable, which
is weird inside the truck because he said he felt trapped.
I understand that, trust me. It's not a good feeling,
he said, once it went past and was going to
the past the bed of the truck and he turned
the flashlight. He can only see it so much because
of that little a frame tint in the back was
right up back against the back of the cab, and
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so he had limited vision out that back window. He said.
Once it got back to the back and started that scream,
then he felt in danger of his life at that point.
But up in heil Nd, he just felt like it
was sizing him up is the feeling he had. That's
basically what happened. After he calmed down for a couple hours.
What gave him confidence. The dog got off the floorboard
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and got up on the seat, and so he figured,
if the dog's calm, I can be calm, and so
he scooted the dog over. He drove out of there.
He got about two miles down the road before he stopped,
went out back and shut his tailgate, and he just
left a tent up until it got daylight and he
was well up the road. I want to thank Mark
for sharing that. I'm going to thank miss Carroll for
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having us out there, and the elder Agatha who shared
her experiences. There's more to come on the Copper River legacy.
Thes a just a drop in the bucket. It's a
little windy, so I'll be sure to speak up so
you can hear me what I wanted to share with
you today. It comes from William William's Clinkett Elder. He
used to live down in southeast Alaska. He asked me
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not to speak of the exact place he still owns.
The property hasn't been back so back in in nineteen
seventy eight. William had finished building his cabin over there
a couple of years before that, and he really loved
going out there. He had his own little crab pods
and he would set him out as he was coming
into the cabin, so on the next tide he can
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go out grab his fresh crab. He enjoyed the sea
life and all that he could see. The orc was
coming through and it was just beautiful. Now whereas cabin is,
it's in this little bit of a bay. It's hucked
back up into the trees at just the right spot
to where it avoids all the winds, all the culftal
winds and stuff. He loves a place, It was evident
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talking to him, now, what occurred was or the first
week he was out there. There was no issue. He
was getting a couple of crabs a day, which is perfect.
That's all he needed. If he ever got extras, he
just let him go immediately. It was just mainly to
have that fresh seafood. While he was there. He had
noticed about a weekend on his visit, this very large
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sea otter off in the distance. At first, it was
staying off in the distance, and he thought it was
strange how big this thing was, and so he was like,
it's the last he things get big. Whatever, No big deal,
at least initially, that's what he thought initially. And so
the following day on the tide, he was out there
retrieving his crab pots, and there's no crab in him.
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There's this sea otter again, So he attributed it to
the sea otter eating all the crab or whatever he decides.
He had a few rocks in the skip that he
had picked up over the time, so he threw some
rocks at this otter to scare it away, not to
directly hit it, but just to scare it away, chase
it out of the area, so to speak. He did
that day reset the posts with fresh bait. Came back
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the next day, otter was nearby. Nothing in the pots,
so you know, he's getting a little more upset, so
he chucked some more rocks to each his own. It
is what it is, he thought that, because he could
have got seal bombs and incout seal bombs out there
and foam explosion underwater, but he didn't. He just throw
some rocks. He figured it would work. So he threw
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rocks again on the second day and reset the pots,
trying to get across to this sea otter that hey,
this is my area to get out of here. And
it wasn't work. But so when he comes back on
that third day, he sees the sea otter as he's
coming up to his pots. He has little marker movies
and he comes up and he already knows there's not
going to be anything in the pots, so he immediately
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starts chucking rocks. That just thinks. One of the rocks
came pretty close the otter at the time was about
twenty five feet away, and he said it was just
so being but seemed just so out of place to
be there. And so he was just like, all right,
it is what it is. And the Chuck's rocks right,
the thing dives under, he doesn't see it, and it
pops up about seventy yards away. However, when it pops up,
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the sunlight's beaming right on this thing, right, beaman right
on it, and it's just dark. It's just black. But
it's a silhouette of the sea otter and he's throwing off.
He gets a creepy vibe from it because it's just
pitch black when it pops up about seventy yards away,
and so it thinks about shooting it. He's like, man,
should I just shoot this thing? And then he was like, no,
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but probably I'm not here all that much, so maybe
it hunts here all the time and I'm intruding. So
he was like, nah, that wouldn't be right to just
shoot this thing. So he let it be. He checked
one more rock. It didn't even come close, but this
thing just watched him. And when he got back to
shore and he was pulling up his line because it
was the tide was just starting to go out, so
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he drew the line up to shore and anchored it
off or whatever. Now and when he comes back to
the boat to retrieve his gear, this thing is about
fifty yards right off shore looking at him, still pitch
black silhouette with a sea otter, and he got the
eb gv's. He said that scared him, the way it
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was just ominous feeling, the way this thing was right
out there, and just he felt it looking at him,
even though it was just a black silhouette, couldn't see
eye is when the days before it was a sea
otter face, cute, fuzzy whiskers, the whole bit. But this
thing was black. It was his pitch black, no nothing,
And so he gathered up his stuff, thought it was
odd and figured, Okay, if it gets out of control,
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I'll I'll shoot it. I'll just get rid of it.
But it's something he didn't want to do. He retreats inside,
and he has about at that time, about eight more
hours of daylight, right before it started getting dark. So
during that eight hours he'd be doing stuff around his cabin,
cleaning up and doing whatever, and every once in a while
he'd look out because he had a straight path right
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on down to the beach and then it dropped down
to the gravel and then went out and his boat
was right there. It was tied off nearby, and he
could see right out into this little bay. Every time
he would look out there, black silhouette right out in
the water, sometimes a little closer, sometimes a little further,
but always appearing to be looking at him right. He said,
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about a couple hours before it got dark, before the
sun was going down again, land of the midnight sun,
he wasn't going to get total darkness, but where he
was in the trees, it would get dark. It's just
the sky would still be light. Anyone who's dealt with it,
they know exactly what I'm talking about. Now. He chose
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a couple hours before the sun went down to go
down to the beach. He had his rifle song over
his shoulder, and he picked up some rocks he could
throw pretty far, a little smaller in the baseball sized rocks,
and he starts chucking them at this otter because it's
closer to shore. He's not even coming close, but it's
landing near it, and it would go under and then
pop up over here. He'd throw a few more, and
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he spent about forty minutes chucking rocks till his arm
was sore, and he was like, ah, I'm wasting my time.
This thing ain't going anywhere, and he's still contemplating shooting it,
but he couldn't commit to that. He goes back up.
He does this thing. He eats dinner. He starts a
small fire just because it was wet, cold, and some
of his clothes were wet. They had fallen down in
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the skiff when he was out in the water earlier,
and so had a little pop belly stove, and he
just lit it. Not a big roaring fire by any means,
but just enough to warm up some clothes and dry
him out. Every once in a while, his curiosity would
get to him. He'd go and look out the window,
and sure enough, there's that shadow out there in the water,
just bobbing. He felt it looking at him. But even
though at this point it was just a black silhouette,
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and so he's not enjoying it, there's something about it
that's off. So he sits down. He ends up eating.
The fire had pretty much died down, and the clothes
were pretty much dry, so he was in the process
of getting those put away and everything. He said something
drew his attention over to the window, just as if
the sun had gone down and it was dark in
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the tree line, but it was still light out up
in the sky. He could still make out the shoreline
and everything, but it was pretty dim, pretty darn hard
to see. And as he's standing there, he's looking and
he notices the otters coming out of the water, and
just like a sea otter, but it's pitch black. It's
like a very dark shadow, right, and it comes out
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and he's looking. He's, oh, it's out of the water.
I hope it's not gonna mess with his line or something.
He didn't know, so he was just watching it. This
thing turns us starts coming up his trail, and as
it's coming up the trail to the cabin, this shadow
is changing. He couldn't see exactly what, but as it
was coming forward, the shadow is getting bigger, and all
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of a sudden, it's on two feet and it's over
eight foot tall, and it's walking past his window next
to his door is facing the bay. And then there's
no windows along this side of the cabin and he's
up on pilings. They're about six foot off the ground,
and this thing walks past, and he's in shock because
this thing went from the shape of an otter and
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it's pitch black to morphing as it's moving towards the
cabin rather quickly, because his cabin's a good seventy eighty
yards tucked back up in the trees. This thing just
barrels on up as it's morphing, and all of a
sudden it's on tooth beat and he's leaning back from
the window and it walks past, and he's in shock
seeing this. When I was asking him how he felt,
he said he was terrified inside, to the point where
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he wasn't breathing. All of a sudden, the whole cabin
is pushed over. The whole thing is pushed off the pilings,
and it basically rolls over under the roof. He doesn't
know how long he was out, but he knows he
had gotten knocked out by this because when he came to,
part of his clothes were pinned down by that stove,
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and thankfully there wasn't any coals in there left to
start the place on fire, because it'd been a still
a fire gone he would have perished. So he fought
to get the stove off his clothes, got up and
sat there, squatted down, trying to figure out what just happened. Right,
But obviously time had passed because it's really a lot
darker outside at this point. Now, I asked him was
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there any noises involved, Was there any screeches, weird noises
you'd never heard? And he said it was just silence.
When this thing came out of the water and just
did his morphing thing, and all of a sudden he
could see it, this dark shadow walking on two legs.
That's all he could make out. One other thing that
he had mentioned is he noticed it had an otter
like tail as it came by as he was watching,
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because he was trying to make sense of it in
his mind, because it was all halfening, real, real fast.
So as he's gathering himself off of the basically the
ceiling now the roof of his cabin, he's looking around.
He gets his rifle, he finds it, He gets some ammo.
He grabs the little pack he carried with them everywhere
that had all this pertinent stuff in it. He grabbed
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a hold of that, and he wanted to go out
and leave, but the tide was out, it was dark out,
and so he sat there. He basically got the door open.
Everything was all jacked up, all the windows were broken
and stuff, and he was worried this thing was still
out there he couldn't see it right, and stay tuned
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for more sasquat jealousy woman right back after these messages,
and so he's the standard, just praying that his boat
hadn't been messed with. Now, I've sat like that, not
knowing what's going to happen next, and it's a horrible
gut wrenching feelings. So I totally understand what he was
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going through. Finally he got light enough olf where he
came out of the cabin, circled around it looking for
this thing. There's shadows everywhere, so he's hyper paranoid. He
can't make one shadow out from another. So really he's
feeling that pressure of the unknown.
Speaker 1 (30:37):
Right.
Speaker 2 (30:39):
So what he said he did was he got down
to the shore where his boat was, He untied it
through the rope in, put his purtinent stuff in, and
basically sat in the skiff looking around because he had
more visible area to view, and just waited. He said,
initially he was really concerned about the shadows on shore
because he was traumatized from his cabin getting pushed off
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the pilings and landing a damn there on its roof, right,
so he said it was. He was sitting there, he
realized THEREOK, a lot of water behind him, and he's
not even paying attention. So this poor guy, he had
to sit there, and you got to understand he was
not in his right mind, a lot of trauma going on.
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He didn't know which way to look, so at one
point he just slunk down with his back against the
bottom of the skiff, looking up into the sky and
just praying nothing came, and peeked over the edge of
his skiff. He had his rifle ready. He was worked up,
to say the least. He was severely traumatized by it,
as you can imagine, but finally got light enough and
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at some point he had dozed up. He doesn't know
how it happened. He was so jacked up. He assumes
it was from the adrenaline dump coming off of that
and everything. He fell asleep for a little bit. When
he woke up, he could hear the water hitting the skiff.
That's one of the things that will come up that
will book sound of the water on the out side
of the skiff. So he looked around, saw nothing. It
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was daylight now, the tide was high enough for where
he just jumped out, pushed off with the bough, hopped in,
fired it up. He found a temporary job doing some
salmon saying just to earn enough money to fly away
from Alaska. He went visited some family down in the
States and ended up settling in Kansas somewhere. Now. I
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asked him, I was like, have you been back? He
won't come back to Alaska. As it is. He has
a hard time seeing the antelope out there, and when
he sees them, all he could think is they might
be a shape shifter. They might be one come to
look for me. So he has a very hard time
to this day. And this happened in nineteen seventy eight,
and to this day he has a very hard time
with that. And it was evident talking to him. He
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wants me to send a warning out to people in southeast.
Don't throw rocks at sea otters. Don't throw rocks. He
reiterated that to me several times. I used to throw
seal barms at the sea lions and seals when they
were getting in our salmon net. But I never threw
rocks at sea otters. Just a warning down southeast you
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never know what that otder is about. So to speak,
but don't throw rocks at otters. I want to thank
William for sharing that. It was not easy. We must
have had about seven or eight different conversations, and only
some of the conversations dealt with this instance. Because of
the trauma involved. He had to reset, he had to
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calm down. He would get worked up really fast. One
of the things that stands out is when he said
when he woke up that pot belly stove had his
clothes pinned to the ground, and how it could have
went a different way. It's hard to reconcile those things,
just like this weird survivor's guilt kind of thing, even
though no one was dead or anything like that. It's
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real weird, hard to put in the words unless you've
experienced it. However, I want to thank him for having
to fortitude to come forward share that again. He's an
elder now, but he cut all ties. He wouldn't even
come back up for his father's funeral, his mother's funeral,
a couple of his sister's funeral. He won't come to Alaska.
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He felt and still feels run out. He felt like
he had to leave and he just can't come back.
He just can't do it, which I can't fault the
guy for that anyway, William, thank you. He found me
by happenstance. He knows some people that are coming up
to Alaska, and so he said he would look into
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the tour guides or whatever for him. So I guess
he was looking up Alaska tours or something and looking
under Alaska. One of my blips popped up on Google
search or whatever, and so he got curious and checked
it out. From what he said, he had followed along
for a little bit before he decided to share with me.
So I appreciate you having the confidence in me to
share that with everyone. Thank you, William. I appreciate your
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time man. Thanks everyone for joining me. And we'll catch
you on the next one.
Speaker 3 (35:06):
They say you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.
Speaker 4 (35:15):
I don't want to be.
Speaker 3 (35:18):
World up it.
Speaker 4 (35:42):
Try this job that chid everything right back Joy for me,
Joy stay right, come in right away, dons inside and
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still suns and still start said stands side sad inside
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inside and still still suss games.
Speaker 3 (36:56):
Still stays best use as and fens and fast uss
fences
Now one of your pudding. I got a string going
on here, something just because my dog. Something killed your dog,
my dog. We're flying through the air over the tree.
I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm
really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence and he was dead. And once you hit
the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I
saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what
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are you putting? We got some wonder or something crawling
around out here? Did you see what it was? Or
was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through
the window now and I don't see anything. I don't
want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better hello, hit
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somebody out here?
Speaker 2 (01:05):
What went on out there?
Speaker 1 (01:06):
It's got a bit about sixty ft nine. I don't
know you see them out there? Yeah?
Speaker 2 (01:11):
Righty oh, bred Laska, thanks again for joining me. The
title of this is Killers in the Valley, and it's
not hyperbole by any means. Long, long oral history with
the Otanas and the Athabasket Indians over this way of
exactly that killers in the Valley. It stems from the
killer monkeys, the tailed monkeys approximately five foot tall, long,
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tails similar to lehmur body shape, a human type face.
Those monkeys have the fangs, very protruding high teeth. One
of the search and rescue going on, some background noise
with aircraft flying round. I've shared in the past what
some elders have shared with me. As far as Horse
Creek off the Copper River. These hunters went back up
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in there. There was no game around. They got up
in this plateau nutting around, and then they up to
this rise. They heard weird noises on the other side
of it, so they crawled up there so they didn't
mark themselves on the ridgeline silhouette themselves. They get up
there and they peak over and they see a group
a harryman playing with human bones. They high tailed it
out of there, obviously, and they backtracked several times to
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avoid these things following them back to their village. From
Salta down to Chittna, you got killer monkeys. I've had
reports from Mosquito Creek about sasquatch height ones with tails.
That was difference. Just a long lineage going back a
long time. So with that being said, let me share
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some things that were shared with me just recently. This
one comes from an Ottna elder grew up outside a
copper center between Chittn a copper center, spent their whole
lives hunting subsistence, berry picking, all of it. Her name
was Agatha. She said I could use her name now.
What she shared with me stems from her childhood on through.
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So in her childhood berry picking, they periodically, not every day,
but periodically they would hear the screams coming from basically
the Horse Creek area. It sounded like a long ways off,
so even when they heard it, they would still move
to a different berry patch. Just that type of thing.
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So as she was growing up, that would happen periodically.
When they were at fish camp tinting to the fish wheel,
they would have salmon coming up missing, just all sorts
of weirdness. One of the things that happened is she
said her uncle at one point and her sister's husband
at the time were tinning to the fish wheel and
they said something was wrong with it. It wasn't turning.
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Something had jabbed a stick in it to stop its momentum.
It's turning it. It was basically a log got jammed
in there, and initially they thought maybe the current brought
a log downstream and it got wrapped up in the
wheel and locked in there. They kept looking at and
trying to figure out how it got curled up in there,
a stick through a bike tire type of deal, and
so they couldn't figure it out. And as they were
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trying to dislodge this thing because they had the water
current pushing against it, and they're trying to slowly wiggle
it out of there. As they're doing that, they hear
whistling from shore just up the bank from them, approximately
fifteen twenty yards, and they're trying to who's whistling out
of They thought it was another relative, and they start hollering, hey,
come help us with this, Hey, come help us with this.
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And they pay attention to their work again. And as
they're struggling, their backs are to the river bank and
they're trying to pull this log out right, and so
they hear the whistling again, but this time it's like
literally right behind them. So they turn around to look
there's a hairy man standing up on the bank, half crouch,
half just determining what it was going to do. They
instantly were freaked out. She said. They ran to the
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other side of the fish will, because there's platforms on
either side and the catch that the fish drop into,
and they were on the back side of that. Her
older sister's husband had a pistol with them in old
thirty eight of some kind. They started yelling at to
get out of here, and it backed up towards the
tree line a little more of the brush line and
just started making these weird noises. Because it's been so long,
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she doesn't remember exactly what the noises were, but they
were obscure, non native, non anything they'd ever heard, and
these are Natives speaking peoples. So they were thrown off.
The brother in law fired a shot into the air,
and this thing tore out of there. Now, when it
tore out of there, as they hear it leaving through
the brush, they hear two other things moving with it,
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So in that instance, it was not alone. After sharing that,
she got into some of the things types of things
we've heard before, as far as kids playing on the
trail ahead of them, and as they're going down the
trail to get to their fishing spot for roden real fishing,
all of a sudden there was no kids, no one
around this one particular trail, she said, came to a
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dead end because it dropped to the river bank. There
was nowhere else to go, so they figured they would
Eventually they reached these kids, Agata said, when they were
coming around the last little hook in the trail that
hooks off to the right a little bit on the bank,
everyone stopped for whatever reason. There was a group of
five of them, all of them women, two of them armed.
But they stopped because something felt off, and they stopped
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hearing the kid noises, and so they went forward slowly
to where they could see the little area where it
was cleared out and nothing. The brush was super thick,
and once they got in there, then they heard kids
up the trail that they just came. But it was weird.
It was childlike, but not necessarily children. So two of
the women that were armed, actually one of them armed,
the one knot. They went back up the trail to
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see if kids were lost. As they were doing so,
the other group of three heard them both scream and
they came running back and they said, it's not kids,
it's not kids, it's a hairy man. I don't have
the tongue to pronounce the word they use. It's not
non to knock, that's a different tribe elsewhere anyway, basically
the hairy man. They said. There was two of them,
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small ones, and they ran off up the trail, making
this weird laughing sound. The last one she shared with
me comes from about three years ago. They were coming
back from McCarthy. They took some relatives up that way
for sight seeing, and anyone who's been on McCarthy road,
holy shit, man, it's a washboard, gravel road. Nightmare. It's
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a primitive road, to say the least. So they were
on their way back. As they were coming back, they
saw two separate crossings. One of the crossings was really
close in front of the vehicle. She doesn't remember exactly
where on the road it was, because it's a hell
of a road. It's sixty miles long and primitive. She
doesn't remember exactly where it crossed. There was one, and
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then I got a little darker and there was a
second crossing with the smaller one that went across the road. Again.
All these things, it dims from that legacy, that heritage
of killers. All the elder natives that I've spoken to
have that oral history of they take women and children,
They've killed villagers. This is going back so there was
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no specific dates in times and whatnot of the missing,
our names of the missing. They were just talking about
missing villagers. They never got specific, so I respected it.
I didn't push. She said, there hasn't been the missing
people like there had been in the past as far
as our oral history. But the fear is still there.
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The fear is still very real. That being said me
and squatch Bait. There's got to be something going on.
The same plane and the same helicopter keeper flying a
grid pattern anyway, So with me and Ryan, we went
back to the Copper River Valley to check on Miss Carroll.
She had continuing things going on her property. We tried
to go easter, but it was so much snow we
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couldn't really look around. So we made it down. We're
able to look around and and that that black hawk
just keeps surfing on. Don't know if you guys, almost
like it was a show. Now I'll have to see
the video when I've done, And it was like it
wasn't showing up on video. That's weird. So we're down
there checking things out for Miss Carroll, trying to bring
her peace of mind, checking out her trail camera set
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up things of this nature. So we look around. We
went to places we couldn't reach because of the snow,
areas of high strangeness. We were walking. There was no
game trail. We just picked a spot and started walking
in to go to check out this pond to see
if we could see any tracks around the pond. And
as first thing, we walked through the brush and we'd
get into this small little clearing where at some point
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someone had dropped a beetlekill spruce. No big deal, that happens.
What was odd was there was two saplings bent over.
They weren't snapped, they were flexed very hard to a
hard ninety degree angle and they made an X on
the ground the way they were crossed. Just odds, odd stuff,
various tree brakes, the feeling in the air. It is
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not just one thing. It was a multitude at things.
After our excursion around this property, this property was a
former farm area near Kinney Lake and a cult used
to own that property years ago and they moved all
the cult housing up to Delta. We suspect they were
doing some shenanigans as far as whatever they were doing
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as far as sacrifices or summoning, who knows because later
on that night, we were discussing the day's events and
what we saw and just our feelings about what was
going on with Miss Carroll because she was stressed out.
She's in her seventies, she's there alone, and it's her home,
but yet she felt trapped in her home because she
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was scared to go outside. As we're sitting there talking,
she's sitting in her chair and she says, oh, there's
a light out there. We look. I didn't see it initially,
but she had me sit where she was sitting and
I looked and I saw the orb right. It was
like a light salmon color opaque, not bright, and had
a little shimmer to it. So I'm thinking, is that
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light refraction from one of the ponds back there? Something?
So I'm watching, so I decided to go outside. I
get outside, I walk from one side of the driveway
to the other, watching this thing. And as I was
coming back across the driveway to go up this little
dirt mound behind the outhouse, this thing was shimmering and
it was moving away from me into the trees, almost
like trying to draw me out. Immediately was like, I
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ain't following that thing. Later on a red one showed
up ball lightning. Who knows. It just seemed very odd
how it transpired, how everything transpired. Unfortunately, the stress was
again too much for Miss Carroll. As she's back in
North Pole. There's virtually no answers before people going through
what she's going through and being there alone and whatnot.
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It's totally understandable why she didn't want to stay. Hopefully
things can get resolved in some way to where she
can enjoy her time there. While she has time there,
it's been her home for a long time. Her husband's
buried on the property and things like that, so it's
not just a vacation home. Was their home. A shout
out to Miss Carroll. Another thing I want to share
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in this video. This will be a two just because
it's just easier to do it that way. The last
portion I want to share with you guys has to
do with McCarthy rode again. Just recently, I was emailed
from a guy in twenty fifteen. He was on McCarthy road.
He said roughly the midway point and on McCarthy wrote,
if anyone's ever been there, there's a little pullouts here
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and there, nice little spots, some overlooking the valley on
the one side, some just with the tree backdrop. He
found one with the tree backdrop, and he backed his
little Toyota pickup in there. And he had an old
school a frame pop up tent that fit perfectly in
the bed of his truck because he didn't have a
canopy over it. So he had it set up, and
he said it was close to the end of August
when he finally made it out there, and a lot
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of the tourists were gone and it was a lot quieter, right,
So he had his tent set up and the flap
opening obviously towards the tailgate side. He left the tailgate down.
He was just laying in there. His dog he kept
locked up inside the cab of the truck because he
was worried the dog was still a puppy, and he
was worried the dog would just scamper off, for get
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lured off by wolves and so on. There's wolves about bears,
about lions, tigers and bears amc It is wild Alaska,
it's untamed. So he kept the dog in the cab
and he was just crashing out for the night. He
had a small flashlight and a three fifty seven magnum.
Now he didn't light a fire because he got there late,
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but he had a fire pile set up for in
the morning so he could start a fire, bruce coffee
and what have you. This gentleman's name is Mark. He
was just dozing off. The rain had let off, because
it had been raining a little bit late in that afternoon.
The rain died off about a half hour prior, and
he was finally able to start dozing off, and he
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starts hearing this very odd like a cooing, like a
pigeon cooing, but much louder. And so this cooping's going on,
and it sounds like it's on a constant movement, not
necessarily real close to his truck, but enough to where
and it's almost like it's facing him while it's making
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this sound like a horseshoe shape back and forth. It's
not at a fast cadence. It's just moving not fast
nor slow, but at a steady pace back and forth,
this cooing sound. So he's what the hell is that?
So he listens for a while and he's just shaking
it up to just some strangeness. So he's again trying
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to fall back asleep and as he's doing so, he
feels the truck thump and it shakes the truck right
and he was just on the verge of falling asleep,
so it startled him. So he turns on the flashlight,
pulds up his gun and gets to the edge of
the tent unzips it, opens it up and he's looking
around with the flashlight out the back. Sees nothing, and
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he decides, you know what, something bumped my rig. I
need to get out and take a look. So he
crawls out. He puts on his boots real quick, and
he's looking. It's not super dark, but it's dark enough
to where the woods are dark, but the sky has
some light to it. Right, stay tuned for more sasquatch
out to sea. We'll be right back after the east messages.
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So he's panning hero out the flashlight. He's trying to
figure it out what the hell was that, And he's
literally standing at the bed of his truck. The tailgate
is basically he's leaning back against it with his butt.
He fills the truck shake again and he thinks, oh crap, earthquake.
So he runs around to the front of the truck
and is going to jump inside it, and as he's
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coming around to grab the door handle, he has to
basically turn the flashlight and grab the pandel because he's
got the gun in one hand flashlight in the other.
So as he's doing so, he notices a flashlight catch
some eye shine right off the front of his Toyota,
right by the road. So immediately he stops, and he
says his heart sank because when he was reaching the
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eye shine was up higher, and so when he was
reaching for the door handle with his flashlight and he
caught the glimpse of that eye shine out of his right,
he said, it felt like everything went slow motion, and
it was almost like a horror movie. As he slowly
brought the flash light up. Not to laugh, because me
and Mark laughed about it ourselves, just the holy crap.
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And he beams this thing in the face and he
has one of those small it was like one hundred
and twenty loom and it wasn't the brightest thing, but
it had new batteries, so it still put off a
decent enough beam to where he could see what he
was looking at. All black, leathery looking face, really wrinkled,
no hair around. It was like almost like the planet
of the apes, he said, because the hair came up
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to just below the cheek bones around none by the face,
real white jaw. Didn't see its teeth, real thin purse lips.
The mouth protruded a little further than the nose, flat
to the face, broad nostrils, pitch black looking, black eyes.
The eye shine was a very light reddish hue to it.
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Immediately he froze. He stares at it a second, and
this thing turns and walks off to his left in
front of his truck and comes around the other side
of his truck. Now as it's doing that, he hops
in the truck, slams the door. He's looking, and this
thing is walking by and is looking. He's assuming at
his dog because his dog is curled up on the
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floorboard underneath the steering wheel, trying to basically hide. Dog
didn't make a peep, and it was some kind of
Chesapeake Terrier or something a mix dog ain't making a peep.
He's sitting in the passenger side. He's flashlighting. This thing
walk past the truck. The truck shakes again. He hears
the loudest blood curdling scream. He said, he didn't just
only feel it in his body. He felt it in
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the truck, and he heard it thrash away, making this
god awful noise and tree breaking and stuff like that.
He calmed down for a minute. He said it was
probably two hours before he stopped shaking. Half the time
he was trying to hide below the dash line to
not be seen. Other times he's trying to peek around.
He was so scared. He was scared to move from
the passenger seat to the driver's seat to start the
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fucking truck and get the hell out of there. That's
how freaked out he was. I asked him, do you
think it was like going for your dog or just
trying to lure you?
Speaker 1 (18:07):
You know.
Speaker 2 (18:07):
I was asking him how he felt inside about it,
because that can speak volumes to what occurred during the incident.
He said, once he saw it and it started moving,
he didn't feel necessarily in danger for himself. He felt
like things could go south real fast, and so when
he jumped in the truck and it was going by,
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he said, that's when he felt the most vulnerable, which
is weird inside the truck because he said he felt trapped.
I understand that, trust me. It's not a good feeling,
he said, once it went past and was going to
the past the bed of the truck and he turned
the flashlight. He can only see it so much because
of that little a frame tint in the back was
right up back against the back of the cab, and
(18:49):
so he had limited vision out that back window. He said.
Once it got back to the back and started that scream,
then he felt in danger of his life at that point.
But up in heil Nd, he just felt like it
was sizing him up is the feeling he had. That's
basically what happened. After he calmed down for a couple hours.
What gave him confidence. The dog got off the floorboard
(19:11):
and got up on the seat, and so he figured,
if the dog's calm, I can be calm, and so
he scooted the dog over. He drove out of there.
He got about two miles down the road before he stopped,
went out back and shut his tailgate, and he just
left a tent up until it got daylight and he
was well up the road. I want to thank Mark
for sharing that. I'm going to thank miss Carroll for
(19:31):
having us out there, and the elder Agatha who shared
her experiences. There's more to come on the Copper River legacy.
Thes a just a drop in the bucket. It's a
little windy, so I'll be sure to speak up so
you can hear me what I wanted to share with
you today. It comes from William William's Clinkett Elder. He
used to live down in southeast Alaska. He asked me
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not to speak of the exact place he still owns.
The property hasn't been back so back in in nineteen
seventy eight. William had finished building his cabin over there
a couple of years before that, and he really loved
going out there. He had his own little crab pods
and he would set him out as he was coming
into the cabin, so on the next tide he can
(20:13):
go out grab his fresh crab. He enjoyed the sea
life and all that he could see. The orc was
coming through and it was just beautiful. Now whereas cabin is,
it's in this little bit of a bay. It's hucked
back up into the trees at just the right spot
to where it avoids all the winds, all the culftal
winds and stuff. He loves a place, It was evident
(20:34):
talking to him, now, what occurred was or the first
week he was out there. There was no issue. He
was getting a couple of crabs a day, which is perfect.
That's all he needed. If he ever got extras, he
just let him go immediately. It was just mainly to
have that fresh seafood. While he was there. He had
noticed about a weekend on his visit, this very large
(20:58):
sea otter off in the distance. At first, it was
staying off in the distance, and he thought it was
strange how big this thing was, and so he was like,
it's the last he things get big. Whatever, No big deal,
at least initially, that's what he thought initially. And so
the following day on the tide, he was out there
retrieving his crab pots, and there's no crab in him.
(21:19):
There's this sea otter again, So he attributed it to
the sea otter eating all the crab or whatever he decides.
He had a few rocks in the skip that he
had picked up over the time, so he threw some
rocks at this otter to scare it away, not to
directly hit it, but just to scare it away, chase
it out of the area, so to speak. He did
that day reset the posts with fresh bait. Came back
(21:41):
the next day, otter was nearby. Nothing in the pots,
so you know, he's getting a little more upset, so
he chucked some more rocks to each his own. It
is what it is, he thought that, because he could
have got seal bombs and incout seal bombs out there
and foam explosion underwater, but he didn't. He just throw
some rocks. He figured it would work. So he threw
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rocks again on the second day and reset the pots,
trying to get across to this sea otter that hey,
this is my area to get out of here. And
it wasn't work. But so when he comes back on
that third day, he sees the sea otter as he's
coming up to his pots. He has little marker movies
and he comes up and he already knows there's not
going to be anything in the pots, so he immediately
(22:25):
starts chucking rocks. That just thinks. One of the rocks
came pretty close the otter at the time was about
twenty five feet away, and he said it was just
so being but seemed just so out of place to
be there. And so he was just like, all right,
it is what it is. And the Chuck's rocks right,
the thing dives under, he doesn't see it, and it
pops up about seventy yards away. However, when it pops up,
(22:48):
the sunlight's beaming right on this thing, right, beaman right
on it, and it's just dark. It's just black. But
it's a silhouette of the sea otter and he's throwing off.
He gets a creepy vibe from it because it's just
pitch black when it pops up about seventy yards away,
and so it thinks about shooting it. He's like, man,
should I just shoot this thing? And then he was like, no,
(23:09):
but probably I'm not here all that much, so maybe
it hunts here all the time and I'm intruding. So
he was like, nah, that wouldn't be right to just
shoot this thing. So he let it be. He checked
one more rock. It didn't even come close, but this
thing just watched him. And when he got back to
shore and he was pulling up his line because it
was the tide was just starting to go out, so
(23:29):
he drew the line up to shore and anchored it
off or whatever. Now and when he comes back to
the boat to retrieve his gear, this thing is about
fifty yards right off shore looking at him, still pitch
black silhouette with a sea otter, and he got the
eb gv's. He said that scared him, the way it
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was just ominous feeling, the way this thing was right
out there, and just he felt it looking at him,
even though it was just a black silhouette, couldn't see
eye is when the days before it was a sea
otter face, cute, fuzzy whiskers, the whole bit. But this
thing was black. It was his pitch black, no nothing,
And so he gathered up his stuff, thought it was
odd and figured, Okay, if it gets out of control,
(24:13):
I'll I'll shoot it. I'll just get rid of it.
But it's something he didn't want to do. He retreats inside,
and he has about at that time, about eight more
hours of daylight, right before it started getting dark. So
during that eight hours he'd be doing stuff around his cabin,
cleaning up and doing whatever, and every once in a while
he'd look out because he had a straight path right
(24:35):
on down to the beach and then it dropped down
to the gravel and then went out and his boat
was right there. It was tied off nearby, and he
could see right out into this little bay. Every time
he would look out there, black silhouette right out in
the water, sometimes a little closer, sometimes a little further,
but always appearing to be looking at him right. He said,
(24:56):
about a couple hours before it got dark, before the
sun was going down again, land of the midnight sun,
he wasn't going to get total darkness, but where he
was in the trees, it would get dark. It's just
the sky would still be light. Anyone who's dealt with it,
they know exactly what I'm talking about. Now. He chose
(25:17):
a couple hours before the sun went down to go
down to the beach. He had his rifle song over
his shoulder, and he picked up some rocks he could
throw pretty far, a little smaller in the baseball sized rocks,
and he starts chucking them at this otter because it's
closer to shore. He's not even coming close, but it's
landing near it, and it would go under and then
pop up over here. He'd throw a few more, and
(25:39):
he spent about forty minutes chucking rocks till his arm
was sore, and he was like, ah, I'm wasting my time.
This thing ain't going anywhere, and he's still contemplating shooting it,
but he couldn't commit to that. He goes back up.
He does this thing. He eats dinner. He starts a
small fire just because it was wet, cold, and some
of his clothes were wet. They had fallen down in
(26:01):
the skiff when he was out in the water earlier,
and so had a little pop belly stove, and he
just lit it. Not a big roaring fire by any means,
but just enough to warm up some clothes and dry
him out. Every once in a while, his curiosity would
get to him. He'd go and look out the window,
and sure enough, there's that shadow out there in the water,
just bobbing. He felt it looking at him. But even
though at this point it was just a black silhouette,
(26:23):
and so he's not enjoying it, there's something about it
that's off. So he sits down. He ends up eating.
The fire had pretty much died down, and the clothes
were pretty much dry, so he was in the process
of getting those put away and everything. He said something
drew his attention over to the window, just as if
the sun had gone down and it was dark in
(26:45):
the tree line, but it was still light out up
in the sky. He could still make out the shoreline
and everything, but it was pretty dim, pretty darn hard
to see. And as he's standing there, he's looking and
he notices the otters coming out of the water, and
just like a sea otter, but it's pitch black. It's
like a very dark shadow, right, and it comes out
(27:07):
and he's looking. He's, oh, it's out of the water.
I hope it's not gonna mess with his line or something.
He didn't know, so he was just watching it. This
thing turns us starts coming up his trail, and as
it's coming up the trail to the cabin, this shadow
is changing. He couldn't see exactly what, but as it
was coming forward, the shadow is getting bigger, and all
(27:28):
of a sudden, it's on two feet and it's over
eight foot tall, and it's walking past his window next
to his door is facing the bay. And then there's
no windows along this side of the cabin and he's
up on pilings. They're about six foot off the ground,
and this thing walks past, and he's in shock because
this thing went from the shape of an otter and
(27:49):
it's pitch black to morphing as it's moving towards the
cabin rather quickly, because his cabin's a good seventy eighty
yards tucked back up in the trees. This thing just
barrels on up as it's morphing, and all of a
sudden it's on tooth beat and he's leaning back from
the window and it walks past, and he's in shock
seeing this. When I was asking him how he felt,
he said he was terrified inside, to the point where
(28:11):
he wasn't breathing. All of a sudden, the whole cabin
is pushed over. The whole thing is pushed off the pilings,
and it basically rolls over under the roof. He doesn't
know how long he was out, but he knows he
had gotten knocked out by this because when he came to,
part of his clothes were pinned down by that stove,
(28:31):
and thankfully there wasn't any coals in there left to
start the place on fire, because it'd been a still
a fire gone he would have perished. So he fought
to get the stove off his clothes, got up and
sat there, squatted down, trying to figure out what just happened. Right,
But obviously time had passed because it's really a lot
darker outside at this point. Now, I asked him was
(28:54):
there any noises involved, Was there any screeches, weird noises
you'd never heard? And he said it was just silence.
When this thing came out of the water and just
did his morphing thing, and all of a sudden he
could see it, this dark shadow walking on two legs.
That's all he could make out. One other thing that
he had mentioned is he noticed it had an otter
like tail as it came by as he was watching,
(29:17):
because he was trying to make sense of it in
his mind, because it was all halfening, real, real fast.
So as he's gathering himself off of the basically the
ceiling now the roof of his cabin, he's looking around.
He gets his rifle, he finds it, He gets some ammo.
He grabs the little pack he carried with them everywhere
that had all this pertinent stuff in it. He grabbed
(29:39):
a hold of that, and he wanted to go out
and leave, but the tide was out, it was dark out,
and so he sat there. He basically got the door open.
Everything was all jacked up, all the windows were broken
and stuff, and he was worried this thing was still
out there he couldn't see it right, and stay tuned
(29:59):
for more sasquat jealousy woman right back after these messages,
and so he's the standard, just praying that his boat
hadn't been messed with. Now, I've sat like that, not
knowing what's going to happen next, and it's a horrible
gut wrenching feelings. So I totally understand what he was
(30:21):
going through. Finally he got light enough olf where he
came out of the cabin, circled around it looking for
this thing. There's shadows everywhere, so he's hyper paranoid. He
can't make one shadow out from another. So really he's
feeling that pressure of the unknown.
Speaker 1 (30:37):
Right.
Speaker 2 (30:39):
So what he said he did was he got down
to the shore where his boat was, He untied it
through the rope in, put his purtinent stuff in, and
basically sat in the skiff looking around because he had
more visible area to view, and just waited. He said,
initially he was really concerned about the shadows on shore
because he was traumatized from his cabin getting pushed off
(31:02):
the pilings and landing a damn there on its roof, right,
so he said it was. He was sitting there, he
realized THEREOK, a lot of water behind him, and he's
not even paying attention. So this poor guy, he had
to sit there, and you got to understand he was
not in his right mind, a lot of trauma going on.
(31:23):
He didn't know which way to look, so at one
point he just slunk down with his back against the
bottom of the skiff, looking up into the sky and
just praying nothing came, and peeked over the edge of
his skiff. He had his rifle ready. He was worked up,
to say the least. He was severely traumatized by it,
as you can imagine, but finally got light enough and
(31:45):
at some point he had dozed up. He doesn't know
how it happened. He was so jacked up. He assumes
it was from the adrenaline dump coming off of that
and everything. He fell asleep for a little bit. When
he woke up, he could hear the water hitting the skiff.
That's one of the things that will come up that
will book sound of the water on the out side
of the skiff. So he looked around, saw nothing. It
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was daylight now, the tide was high enough for where
he just jumped out, pushed off with the bough, hopped in,
fired it up. He found a temporary job doing some
salmon saying just to earn enough money to fly away
from Alaska. He went visited some family down in the
States and ended up settling in Kansas somewhere. Now. I
(32:30):
asked him, I was like, have you been back? He
won't come back to Alaska. As it is. He has
a hard time seeing the antelope out there, and when
he sees them, all he could think is they might
be a shape shifter. They might be one come to
look for me. So he has a very hard time
to this day. And this happened in nineteen seventy eight,
and to this day he has a very hard time
with that. And it was evident talking to him. He
(32:53):
wants me to send a warning out to people in southeast.
Don't throw rocks at sea otters. Don't throw rocks. He
reiterated that to me several times. I used to throw
seal barms at the sea lions and seals when they
were getting in our salmon net. But I never threw
rocks at sea otters. Just a warning down southeast you
(33:13):
never know what that otder is about. So to speak,
but don't throw rocks at otters. I want to thank
William for sharing that. It was not easy. We must
have had about seven or eight different conversations, and only
some of the conversations dealt with this instance. Because of
the trauma involved. He had to reset, he had to
(33:36):
calm down. He would get worked up really fast. One
of the things that stands out is when he said
when he woke up that pot belly stove had his
clothes pinned to the ground, and how it could have
went a different way. It's hard to reconcile those things,
just like this weird survivor's guilt kind of thing, even
though no one was dead or anything like that. It's
(33:56):
real weird, hard to put in the words unless you've
experienced it. However, I want to thank him for having
to fortitude to come forward share that again. He's an
elder now, but he cut all ties. He wouldn't even
come back up for his father's funeral, his mother's funeral,
a couple of his sister's funeral. He won't come to Alaska.
(34:17):
He felt and still feels run out. He felt like
he had to leave and he just can't come back.
He just can't do it, which I can't fault the
guy for that anyway, William, thank you. He found me
by happenstance. He knows some people that are coming up
to Alaska, and so he said he would look into
(34:39):
the tour guides or whatever for him. So I guess
he was looking up Alaska tours or something and looking
under Alaska. One of my blips popped up on Google
search or whatever, and so he got curious and checked
it out. From what he said, he had followed along
for a little bit before he decided to share with me.
So I appreciate you having the confidence in me to
share that with everyone. Thank you, William. I appreciate your
(35:01):
time man. Thanks everyone for joining me. And we'll catch
you on the next one.
Speaker 3 (35:06):
They say you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.
Speaker 4 (35:15):
I don't want to be.
Speaker 3 (35:18):
World up it.
Speaker 4 (35:42):
Try this job that chid everything right back Joy for me,
Joy stay right, come in right away, dons inside and
(36:04):
still suns and still start said stands side sad inside
(36:28):
inside and still still suss games.
Speaker 3 (36:56):
Still stays best use as and fens and fast uss
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