Casey's Barn Perching Nightmare , A listener Story

Special thanks to Casey for today's story about something he experienced as a child: strange snake-like, bat-like creature perched on his barn

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Bizarre Podcast. Today's episode
is going to be a little bit different because today
I'm going to be reading out a story that was
emailed to me by a listener. The gentleman who sent
the story and is called Casey, and he's been a
fan of the podcast for quite some time now, and
he is always one of the first people to like
or comment on my posts on Instagram, and you know,

(00:21):
just shows me quite a lot of support on that platform,
which is really appreciated because when you're doing a podcast,
it's nice to hear from people who are listening. It's
nice to know that people are enjoying what you do,
and it kind of spurs you on to do more.
So I'll say thank you very much for that. And
recently we've started talking because I was looking for stories

(00:42):
for the podcast and he listens stories that you guys
may have, and like I said, Casey had a story
here and he's been kind enough to share it with me,
and it's beautifully written. It is so nicely written. I
just hope that I can do it justice. So without
further ado, I give you Casey's story. My name is

(01:09):
Casey and I'm thirty five years old and from a
very small town of about two five hundred people from Grifton,
North Carolina, which is located about an hour and a
half outside of Raleigh, North Carolina, towards the coast. My
family and I lived out in the country on a
couple of acres that were surrounded by farmland. Having so
much openland around us, we always had four wheelers at
ATVs and horses to ride around to enjoy the Continer

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Creek that ran close to our house and the wildlife
that would graze the cornfields. Our house sat in the
middle of Norworth, so at night, if the moon was
behind the clouds, it would get very dark. The only
lights would be when the outside Paul lights decided to work,
or during the summer that came from the baseball field
during night games or t ball or Little League. That
baseball field always reminded me of the movie Field of

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Dreams because it literally sat in the middle of cornfields.
Our house was quite a bit from the main road
and sat in the middle of a horseshoe rocks driveway.
We had a horse barn that was around fifty yards
from the back entrance of the house that was fenced
in with a tree line behind it and another burn
up front where we kept all the horseback riding equipment.
The way our house was set up was kind of odd.

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My room was a converted closed in car port, so
my room was the back entrance of the house and
one of my bedroom doors led directly outside. I was
a very active kid growing up, and I played sports,
I went out on my own adventures, and I stayed
outside as much as possible. I was a latchkey kid,
and I spent a lot of time alone whilst my
grandparents worked. My parents divorced when I was younger, and

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my mum worked shift work and my dad would disappear
for months at a time. My grandparents owned a mechanic
shop in town, and if I wasn't in school or
at home, I was there. I was really into baseball
and basketball, and the benefit of being on so much
land was having the space to hit baseballs and not
having to worry about them hitting the neighbor's house. When
I wasn't playing baseball, I was playing basketball. My grandfather

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put a basketball goal out side next to the rock driveway,
underneath the outside light that would occasionally work. I would
carry my boom box outside and set it next to
the basketball goal and slap the light pole until the
light would maybe come on, and I would spend hours
out there. There's something about being outside at night in
the country. It almost feels like time stops. Having the

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ability to look up and see the stars and the
never ending night sky without the light pollution of the
big cities. The darkness and the rolling rows of crops
and fields make it feel like you are looking into
avoid It's an unnerving and yet calming sensation, the feeling
of nothingness around you, but also the uncomfortable feeling of
someone or something watching you from a distance. One night,

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I experienced something that I would never speak off for
nearly twenty five years, only telling my wife because we
both have a love for the bazaarre and the unexplained.
I still don't know if I was loan in my
experience locally, or if others encountered the same thing I did,
but it's a moment I truly will never forget, nor
do I want to experience again. It was a chilly

(04:07):
November night. I'd just finished burning a CD of newly
acquired songs downloaded from a music sharing site LimeWire. I
grabbed a CD and boom box and went outside to
start my nightly basketball routine. I was a twelve year
old kid who, of course never wore jeans or a coat,
so I would occasionally get the you better get a
coat on, or you're going to get sick. I never listened.

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I would carry on plane for hours until my lips
were blue and I was called to the touch. I
sat my boom box on the ground and put in
the Killer Mix CD I made, consisting of what I
could imagine being Lincoln Park, Limp, Biscuit, DMX, Godsmack, Eminem
and Corn. At the time I was ready, it was
around eleven eleven thirty PM and I had already been

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outside for a few hours. It had gotten so cold
I could see my breath and I could see the
steam coming from my head when I looked into the
driver's side window of my grandmother's van. I was co
close to calling at a night but I wanted to hear
one song in particular before I did, and I walked
over to my CD player and hit the next button.
In between the silence of the track switching, I heard

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a heavy fudd behind me. I spun around to see
what it was, but I didn't see anything. As my
eyes adjusted looking past a horse pasture and into the
tree line, I really couldn't see anything that I would
consider out of the ordinary. I figured a tree limbed
fallen into the woods, so I just ignored it, and
after a few more minutes I finally decided to go inside.

(05:31):
I sat my basketball next to the goal and started
gathering my things. I cut off the CD player and
it was then I heard what I could only describe
as something running in the woods. Now, living that far
in the country, it wasn't abnormal to hear the occasional
bird or deer running in the woods behind our house.
But this sound, this running, this was different. Again, my

(05:55):
eye shot towards the tree line, and again I saw nothing.
I was slowly the tree line with the sound. The
best I could tell, the sound seemed to stop behind
the horse barn, and then that's when I heard ripping
and pounding on the side of the wood and tin
the barn was constructed of. It sounded like the barn
was going to come crashing down. The horses inside their

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stalls started to panic, making loud nighing and whining noises
and running back and forth in their stalls. I stood
there contemplating running, not sure if I knew were but
just running, but I couldn't. I was frozen with fear.
My feet were glued to the ground. My body had
made the decision that it was not going to move
an inch out of fear. After what seemed like several

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minutes was actually only a few seconds, I saw what
I'd been making all the noise in the woods, and
what I laid my eyes on would change my beliefs
of the unknown forever. Standing on top of the bern,
eyes locked on me, was a thing out of my nightmares.
From what I could tell, it was about four foot tall, orange,
reddish eyes, dark oily reptile looking skin, a dark herd mohawk.

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From the top of its head down to the bottom
of its back. It looked like a cross between the
description of a cubicaboro and the Jersey devil. It sat there,
crouched down like a gargoyle over the ledge of the barn,
stirring directly towards me. My heart raised as I felt
that sour builder bus aliva in the back of my throat.
From fear and adrenaline, my body was trembling confused about

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what to do next. I could see the breath coming
from its elongated nose as it mixed with the cold
night earth. I could feel its eyes going through me,
like it wanted to let me know it was in
control and could do whatever it wanted with me. I
remember my grandfather. I kept a flashlight in the door
of my grandmother's van. I don't know why I decided
not to run. Curiosity, stupidity, all of the above, but

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I didn't. I made the decision to try and see
exactly what it was I was seeing with my own eyes.
The van was only about three feet away. I felt
like I could make it to the flashlight in the door.
I slowly slid my foot towards the van, keeping my
eyes locked on this thing. All it was doing was
stirring at me and taking deep rhythmic breaths. I slowly

(08:13):
slid the other foot next to the other, inching closer
and closer, until finally I reached the handle of the door.
My hand could barely get the door handle to open
because I was trembling so badly. I reached down and
felt in the door until I found the flashlight. That
thing still and it moved an inch. It was like
one of those statues that you feel the eyes are

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following you no matter where you go. Flashlight in my hand,
I pushed the button and lights spilled out in the
direction of the unknown creature. The light must have spooked it,
because as soon as the light covered it, it let
out a blood curdling, screeching owl. Its head thrown back
into the air, exposing its long, thick neck. Its body
was now exposed, its arms and legs wrapped in almost

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snake skin with long talons. It looked like a coiling
before a strike, or a bird before takeoff. It pushed
off the barn with such force the roof of the
barn shifted and sounded like a fud from a falling boulder,
hitting the ground several feet in the earth. This creature
jumped before, revealing a purr of large black bat like
wings and a long pointed tail, before taking a sharp

(09:18):
left turn and dirting off into the night sky. I
was stunned. What had I just witnessed? Was it coming back?
Am I safe? All of these questions poured over me,
along with the paralyzing rush of fear and uncertainty. After
finally making it inside my room, I dead bolting my door,
adding the chain lock that I never used before. I

(09:40):
lay in bed, still in my sweaty clothes, and recollecting
what I had just witnessed. Sometime that night I fell asleep.
I don't know how, but I did. The next morning,
I was still in shock. I sat in my room
looking out at the horse barn, wondering if that thing
was still there, or if it was coming back. What
was the night going to be like? Had anyone else

(10:02):
seen this? I never found out. The night came and
went with no creature in sight. Ever again. I heard
over the years of goats and cows mysteriously being killed,
but never of any sighting of what I saw. I
never mentioned what I experienced until I married my wife
three years ago. I don't know why. Since then, the
house is still there, but the horse burn has been

(10:23):
torn down. To this day, I still ride by there
and still get the same sour saliva build up in
the back of my throat, and for that split second,
I'm back to that night twenty three years ago. Wow,
wasn't that great? Thank you very much, Casey. I found
that story absolutely fascinating, creepy and atmospheric. I loved it

(10:44):
right up my street. I don't know about you guys,
but that story gave me Jupis Creepers vibes. Have you
ever seen that movie Jupis Creepers with the creature who
was like a half bat half man and he kind
of harvests different body parts off his victims and then
he goes into hibernation. It gave me them kind of vibes.
It's a really creepy film. They've made three of them.

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The first one was really good, the second one was okay,
the third one was awful. I'm not entirely sure if
there's a fourth one, but I'm guessing if there is,
probably to stay away from it. The first two were
probably the best. But yeah, it give me that kind
of vibe jup As creepers vibe. But the fact that
this creature was also only four foot high also give
me Mothman vibes. It kind of reminded me a lot

(11:25):
of the Mothman. And when you consider that North Carolina
and Point Pleasant, isn't it. Yeah? Point Pleasant is around
seven to eight hours away, and you never know, maybe
the Mothman spread his wings and paid you were a
visit and perched himself onto that barn that night. You

(11:45):
never know. But yeah, it was a really cool story.
I really did enjoy it. And you know, I've always
said to myself, I would love to see some kind
of cryptid, some kind of UFO, some kind of ghost,
so I could prove to myself that they actually do exist,
so I have the actual evidence on myself. But going
off that story, I'm not sure that I would have
wanted to see that creature, whatever that creature was, on

(12:06):
top of the barn. Yeah, I can kind of understand
why you kept it to yourself all this time, But
thanks very much for the story. Really did enjoy it.
If any of you guys listening out there have a
story to sure, you can contact me via Instagram. Yeah,
I say Instagram is probably the number one place for
me where I connect with my listeners, where I post
updates on the podcast. I don't really bother with Facebook,

(12:29):
don't really bother with Twitter, They're not really my cup
of tea. I do like Instagram, though, and I understand
it because I've been on there for years now. And yeah,
I'd say that's the best place to get in touch
with me. Or you can send an email. I'll put
all this information in the podcast description, and if you
feel that you have a story you want to tell
or you want me to tell for you, you can
get in touch with me and we'll take it from there.

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Or if you just want to drop in for a
chat or just let me know what you think of
the show, it's always welcome and I really do appreciate it.
And just before I go, I'm going to mention something
I mention often because I always forget. It would be
great if you could leave the podcast a review. I
haven't actually had a review for the podcast for quite
some time. It's probably my fault because I don't really
do these call to actions that often and I don't

(13:12):
ask for them. So this is me asking if you
like the show, drop me a podcast review. I would
really appreciate it, and it would really help the podcast
grow as well. I really do appreciate it. I appreciate
your time. Thank you very much, and thank you once
again to Case for today's story. It was great. I
really did enjoy it. Thank you very much. So until

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next time, guys, take care of yourselves on each other,
and as always, I'll see you very soon. Bye bye,