Hello everybody. I'm welcome back. Thank you very much for joining me. My name is deborahaps Well, and you're listening to BBR Investigations tonight. Once again, I am sharing listeners reports accounts that they've sent into BBR. My first account is I think something was watching in the tree Line and this came from a man who was followed through Canic Chase. It's a place that comes up often in a BBR report. Now. The witness in this case is
called Ian Atkins, and he said, good evening, Debet. I came across your podcast on Spotify while looking for information on UK cryptids, and I just wanted to tell you my experience, as it's similar to some that you've shared. I had nothing really amazing happen, but it was still a strange experience all the same. I lived literally ten minutes walk five minutes dry from Castle Ring on Panic Chase.
I'm now fifty two and I've lived there on my life since my mom and dad moved here from Birmingham before I was born, so I know the walks and the areas in the chase very well. Indeed, and more was I walking over there one day last August twenty four. I was doing just that and my music on. I was wearing my earphones. It was a lovely August day, and all of a sudden I had a feeling, an intense feeling of being watched, so strong that I stopped music.
I took out my earphones and I looked all around in every direction, but it was nothing, just total silence. There were no birds chirping, people walking as it was quiet, you know, being the day of the week, but still I go there in the week for my walk as
I work weekend. After I took my earphones off, I just stared at the bushes about a hundred yards in front of me, and the more I looked, the more I thought I could see shapes or the shape of something standing by a tree, just inside the tree line. I thought it was probably just my imagination. I figured, I'm thinking that I'm seeing something that I wasn't one
hundred percentual. As I walked away, I kept looking around and behind me and checking doing about walking for another minute and the feeling I had been watched completely disappeared, and I felt fine again. I stopped looking all around. I know it's not a brilliant storer and I hope you get to see this, but I just wanted to share this with you as I'd love to see something
up there. Myself. Will also be doing a ghost on July the twelfth with haunted happenings at the Four Crosses in Canic, so hopefully I can email you with some paranormal happenings from that night. Thank you and keep the podcast coming. Are totally fascinating. Castle Ring is a totally fascinating place. Sitting at the highest point of Canic Chase lies the Iron Age four and it dates back more
than two thousand years. Castle Ring is believed to have been occupied between five one thousand BC and forty three a day, and it's one of the earliest pieces of evidence of settlement in the Cannock area. It is eight hundred and one feet above sea level, fourteen feet high and it is widest point eight hundred and fifty three
feet across. The name Canok is derived from the Celtic word knock, which translates as high place or high ground, and there are seven similar hill forts in the Staffordshire area. We find, going back to prehistoric times, a nation of face warriors. The tribes of the Brydonic Celts inhabited in England a right. They also inhabit in Wales and Lowland Scotland during the Roman area and the post Roman area too, and it's believed that they were the people at built
Castle Ring. Now their religious practices revolved a bound offerings and sacrifices, sometimes human, but more often involving the ritual slaughter of animals or the deposition of metalwork, especially war booter. Could those human sacrifices start or did those human sacrifices the ever increasing negative manager bound in the area and close to the Ring, as this was the likely sight of any ceremonies, especially ones where they were sacrificing people.
Now there'd been modern day reports close to the Ring and further out into the underlying areas where or did figures have been seen, and some strange binds with animal mutilations and the odd shrine or altar, strange things sent
to me from Shoal Common that were just unexplainable. Now the Ring does have some spooky stories attached to it, like can it Chase Residents John and Anne shared their experience in October of nineteen ninety three whilst walking around Castle Ring, John said, myself and the wife heard some
strange noises coming from the surrounded trees. Thinking it was likely to be a local couple enjoying an illicitly aid on, we quickly moved away from the sound and headed back in the direction of our car up On reaching the sta stepped out to the car park. I happened to turn around and lay my eyes on the strangest creature I've ever seen. This thing was seven feet t offrom
the neck down. It looked like a man, even wearing clothes, but its head was far too big for you, and it had an elongated face with a snout like a nose. We started walking more quickly to on the car and got inside, and that's when we started to hear this really high pitched squeaming noise that sounded like a pig that was being killed, and that really spooped us out.
One made the first two thousand and four, Alex Williams was driving past the car park that sits at the base of Castle Ring, the same car park that the couple were in, when he witnessed a hair covered man like entity lumber across the road and go off into
the trees. Aleck stated that the sighting lasted barely a few seconds, but that he was able to make out the form on this thing, and he said it was about seven feet tall, with sharp, shiny, dark hair, I'd say dark brown, had a large head, and it had eyes and they glowed bright red. Interestingly. Alex Williams stated that as he slowed his vehicle he witnessed something akin to a camera flash coming from the depths of the woods, and heard a cry that he described as something going
oh now. Strange noises and owls were also reported at Castle Ring in twenty thirteen, when a gentleman who on the morning in question, was walking his Labrador Retriever around the ancient iron Age hill fall a Castle Ring. As he did, he heard the distinct sound of an abnormal and unearthly howling coming from the woodland that surrounds the ring. So loud was the noise that his dog immediately began
to back and cowering fear. Mister Chapman record that upon glancing into the shady trees, he saw two bright, fiendish yellow eyes glaring menacingly back. There was enough to seriously spook mister c and in his own words, he promptly ran like the wind. Now an Amazon worker was a weird experience in Rougley, and that witness made a report to cryptids Roos and it said I live in Staforture,
around ten or fifteen miles from kind of chase. It's well known in these parts that there is not only a werewolf dog man in the chase, but also supposedly some of them black eyed kids. Looking back on things, I used to cycle down one of the main roads late at night through the chase coming back from work. This was back in twenty thirteen and I worked at Amazon and Rusley. I used to hate cycling there. Back then, I knew there was possibly a big cut in the
area that used to totally freak me out. Remember one night, I think down the road towards Stafford, an owl started hooting. It was so sudden it freaked me out. And then to make things worse, it seemed like it was following me this periodic play. I could hear that owl. Whether it was there as a protector or whether it was trying to call in the big car or a dog man for a twold attack, I don't know. But as soon as I could have ran the witnessman to say.
On the outskirts of the chase, there is, if memory serves me correctly, a German war cemetery. It's rumored that this is where the wild Man and the dogment is supposed to be resided. I know a few years back some guys tried to do some sort of ghosts on there, and they had also heard these rumors. At some point they heard a loud howl and they got out of there.
They were totally Ship's guard. I noticed once studying the map having a look, that there is an old country estate there that is now a parkland for the public. I'm not going to get this right. I think it's bou Desire. That's how the Friendship pronounced it. Both Desire was in a state and stately home on the southern edge of Panic Chase. It was one of the family seats of the Pagic family. Now this kind of situation pops up inside and reports repeatedly, and I won't sure
why that is. I don't know what the connection to the land of the elite and strange cryptid and paranormal experiences it. Well, they do what not allowed to say because they tech me channels down. So if we look at the dates of all of the reports, it would seem these experiences happened at different time periods. They're not connected in any way, it would seem, but the same kind of activity is experienced. Is it solely connected to the ancient site or to the land in the chase itself?
I'm sure, but no doubt centuries of mine in the land all across stafuture will have had an effect on that Indian energy, you know, and as was modern day humans tapping into acient energy that still exists there. Or is it that the witnesses themselves are bringing forth that activity. Lots of the reports that Castle ring mentioned a vocalization with some description and growls, whoops, howls, even imitation of bird sounds. And I was contacted recently by a listener
who was reporting similar sounds, but not acnanic chase. And now they go up to the northwest of England. This case is known as we heard possible ape vocalizations and it happened in September of two thousand and four. The witness in this case, its name is Marco Barretta, and he said, I'm a South African man now living in Motherwhile Scotland in the UK. I'm forty five years old and I've been living in the UK for twenty one years now. I moved here in September of two thousand
and four. Now, I never really believed in cryptis, in fact, being brought up as a no man, I was always told that you're only believe in a creature's existence when it's been cataloged and it's DNA is on record. In two thousand and four, amid to the UK, and at the time I was living in a town north of Liverpool, Colled Southport. It is in Merseyside, in the northwestern part
of England. It's the usual sleepy English seaside town. Several weeks after I'd moved there, at Christmas time, me and a bunch of my friends decided to go visit a forest area in the countryside nearby town called Farmby, which
is also just north of Liverpool. Now, the Christmas time of year in England is very cold, very gray and very bleak, so when we arrived at the forest and got out of our car and walked about a bit in the woods, it just looked, really are like something out of one of those old Dracula movies that are out of bram Stoke. Not long after arriving there, we began this weirdly noise. It gave me the creeps. My friend told me not to worry about it. It was probably just the wind, but that did not feel right
for me. So I looked at the tree tops and they were not swaying about at all. I pointed this out to them, but they told me not to worry about it. In any way, I just felt like something wasn't right anyway. This weird howling sound continued as we moved on through the woods, and then the sound started to become more like that of the primal grunt was really deep and guttural, like that of a great African ape.
I couldn't believe it. Here I was in frigid England, in the middle of a forest, hearing these ape like grunts. I started to get intwitch. I was really twitter. I had not seen anything, but I was sure that there was something animalistic and not some natural element to this. So in this bunch of it was a fellow South African and I said to him, herman, does this not sound like apes and monkeys to you? You know, like
the ones back home? In Africa, and he listened for a while and he said, yeah, you're right, he does. That is exactly like the monkeys and apes in Africa soundlike, with an absolute look of bewilderment on his face. Our friends started to laugh and say that the monkeys must have followed us from Africa. But as they were laughing, there was this loud, howling, bellowing scream which sounded like the roar of a lion combined with a scream of
a gorilla. This sound seemed to fill the heavens, the forests, the grounds, the trees, and our very body spelt it needless as they they stopped the laughter and we all got out of there as quickly as possible. We drove out of that forest pretty much at top speed and spent the rest of the day at the sand dunes in nearby farm be where we knew there would be more people around and we'd feel safe. Well, it's been many years since that happened, and I landed up moving about,
you know, until I settled him with a well. And even though I never saw anything physical that day, it must have been something animal or cryptic to have made such a terrible sound. It's a sound I've never heard before, and I've never heard it since, But if I did hear it again, I would instantly recognize that. Since then, I've become more open to believe in that cryptids or animals or whatever you want to call it may exist. But that does not necessarily mean I always believe every
story I hear. I've not so many people my story since it happened, but when I do, I just get the old nod and the roll of the eyes, like say, okay, crazy. And the thing is that I did not see an
animal or encryptid. I just heard sounds. So I can only imagine how much worse the treatment must be if you heard a sound and saw a crypted But I definitely now believe that there's more to nature than you do not know, and you know that governments are not being honest with the public about what they really know. I wasn't surprised to find a country mansion owned by the JENRA that is now open to the public close to this encounter. Farmby Hall is located in secluded woodland.
The present house built for William Farmby dates back to fifteen twenty three, but it's believed that the Farmby family has occupied the site since the twelfth century. Now there's a village close to Fradchim, sleepy little place called Taunton, and several years ago, in twenty sixteen, I was contacted by a man who'd had an experience in these local woodwind as a boy. It was still very much up affected by Mark Farnell reported an experienced that happened to
him and his friend. The wood one where this happened was next to Bank Hall and Bank Hall there's a Grade two listed Jacobean house built in at sixteen o eight by the ban Ashtry family, who owned the land in the area since the twelfth century. Mark said, back in July of ninety six, when I was thirteen years of age, we were only young kids back then and we'd go down, you know, often to the woods down there.
That day was no different. We just completed building an assault course through the woods and gave the course a try from start to finish. And as we were running the course, we'd both notice something and a vague and hard to describe moving our way in the thicker part of the wood. And then this thing came walking through, came through the bush, you know, in front of us, more than fifteen feet away, and we didn't know what
it was. We'd never seen anything like it before. We watched as it came walking into a part of the clearing. This thing was broad, but it wasn't much taller than us at the time, perhaps five five foot feet in height. But its body was huge. It was hair and thick with muscle. I remember it having a humped back almost. It was sort of stoop somehow. It was walking with purpose, and then it just stopped dead in its tracks. At the time, my friend and I looked at each other,
not knowing what we were seeing. We were wordless. Even now, I am struggling to describe what it looked like, what it felt like to be standing there looking at it and wondering what it was going to do next. We started to back off until we felt like it was okay, you know, to pick up the pace, and as we look back, we noticed it was trying to focus on us through the trees, you know, was it keeping watch on us and where we were headed. And at that moment it let out a blood curdling, good run scream.
It was a terrifying noise. Up until that point, I kept telling myself it was just an adult or some strange looking person, but that scream changed that. Knowing it wasn't a person, we ran away even quicker than ever through fear. I've never been back to the local woods. All happened in Tilden Village, Lancashire. The creature had long, dark gray and light brown matted hair. It was hairy and thick with muscle, and I will never forget that day.
When I released Mark's account, the mother of the lad who was with him at the time left a comment on YouTube and explain how the boys had reacted when they run on that day. She explained that she remembered the incident clearly, as both boys were shook up and stumbled in the door trying to explain what had happened. She said, it took me a long time to calm them down so they could explain what went on. I didn't know what to tell them because something clearly happened
to them. Both boys were so young when they had their experience, so it's understandable, but it still holds heavy with them even after all these years later. I took a report recently from a man who lives in Dorset who had his own encounter with the unknown. I recently shared one of our cases that featured another young boy who was out with his friends in a local woodward and they were suddenly confronted by an unknown, impossible creature.
One of the listeners to the show made a comment on the video, sharing his own experience in a very similar situation, and this account is the creature was upright and ran like a man. Listener Ricky Damon said, thank you for your comment about my child have encountered or you asked me for more information. I've written what I can remember about that day. This happened when I was ten or eleven years old, so it would have been
in the mid nineteen eighties. I lived and still live in a very rural village called the Western in North Dorset near Blandford Forham. The street I grew up on backed onto a large valley and two steep sides to it, which had a fork halfway along with a field overlooking the valley floor that had a tree line on one side of that, and that was at the edge of a lard woodland that stretched across some other villages and through the Branston school grounds. That neighborhood and the village.
As it was the nineteen eighties, we spent a lot of time playing outside in the woods and by the river, fishing and playing football, etc. I mean, and your friend at the time made both from some cuttings we made in the woods. Having made some arrows as well, we decided on after in October to head up the valley and see if we could chew them any fireboats worked as well as we'd help they would. It's pretty gray,
overcastair chilly. As we walked up towards the fork of the valley, and we took the right handside around the bend. As we did, it automatically began to snow, which once our excitement settled down, we realized we needed to get some shelter, you know, So we huddled under some of the bushes that grew up on the right hand side
of the valley floor. Our view was uninterrupted with the opposing field and mentioned which was around eight hundred meters away across the valley, separated by a large country headerow After around ten minutes of watching the snowfall and we began to settle, we heard a loud crashing sound coming from the woods across the valley from us. The edge of the woodland had a high wire fence outline the borders the field, running all along gate with a large
wooden style to access the pathway. The fed was around our own height at the time, so I would estimate that it would have been close to chest tire for an adult. The crashing we heard was a mix of branches swishing and breaking, right down to actual snaps as limbs were cracked off by whatever was moving through there. Although we couldn't see it, we could most definitely hear it. Being kids at the time, we were pretty scared already and my imaginations were running away with us. And then
suddenly we saw a large, black, hairy thing. It came crashing out edge of the woodland and hurdle defense when as they hurdle and it kind of stepped over it as if someone would step over a small obstacle, No, not stepping over something that was what five foot high? It then ran across the field and super quick time and jumped the iron gate on the other side and was gone. It was second It seemed to be needless
to say. We both freaked out completely and left our shelter, climbing up onto the highest point of the opposite side of the valley save a good view of the whole area, so we knew where it might be. Terrified, we hadn't made our way back down the valley checking down the floor, you know, in case this thing was coming after us. We never went back up there with our bows for any other reason after that. At the time, I was into a horror you know, and I had a book
called The Handling Book of Horror at home. It had a section on whre wolves, and I instantly thought that that's what we'd seen. Now looking back on things, the creature was upright. It ran like a man with a loping stride that made it look like it was gliding across the ground and moving supernaturally quick. The hair it was covering was black, but a deep black that seemed to give off no details if it was blurer. It seemed to have a dog like had with a snout
coming out from its face as it ran. Since we been in interested in taskquatch and cryptociting, I do see a lot of characteristics that match Bigfoot, and indeed the whole dog man stories that are getting more common. The woods there are not far away from Woodland called Yellowhand Woods near Dorchester, which I found in my research at historical reports of a hairy man who would kidnap women from the local villages. So you know it's quite interesting yours,
Ricky David. Now, in Ricky's case, I couldn't find a country manner as I'm not familiar with the area, so no doubt one of you guys can fill me in on that. And if we're looking for reports the strange creatures are possibly connected to our ancient site, then Ricky
was in the right spot. It sits between several wild man bigfoot sighting reports in the south which is se an area where the Dorstic caveman reports come from, and in the north of the area of this Salisbury playing in Grovely Woods and close to them is another new report sent to me by a He was happy for me to share the experience. This report is titled the foot fow was so heavy it felt like an elephant. Hi, dev you asked if I would share my experience with
you in your YouTube comments. Here are the details of what happened that day. Myself and two of my friends were wild camping in an area right near Silbury Hill in Muncha We had a firing owen in the woods and we were sat in chairs just outside the woodline as I camp was in the meadow. Nothing that the ordinary happened until all of a sudden, nowhere we had something come crashing through the very dry undergrowth in the woods, and then you could hear it make two or three
extremely heavy stomps on the ground. The football was so heavy you felt like something the side of an elephant and made the ground literally shake. We were all so bar just enjoying a beautiful summer's evening. We grabbed our torches dashed into the woods for about alone. Because it was pitched black, we couldn't see anything apart from a set of eyes in the distance which appeared to move from tree to tree. At the time, I put it down to just being a stag, but when it moved
between trees, we didn't hear anything. The only explanation for something that size and whay is a stag marking his territory right. Any ideas what else it could be, I don't know. I've got a few. Silbury Hill is an ancient mound. The hill is the second tallest prehistoric man made mound in Europe after the mound in Udi and Italy on the largest in the world. It is similar in volume to contemporary Egyptian pyramids. Can you imagine the energy?
Think cosmes off that thing now, the characters shared by Ricky is one of many to come into the BBI from this region of the UK, and as he pointed out, it has an historical link to the wild of Yellum Or as it's called now Yellowham or Puddnanton Forest. The forest around yellow Alm Hill near Georchester a reputedly home to a large and ancient plan of woodwouse, and at one point in their history, this particular band of hairy savage eumenoids reported to have had an insatiable fondness for
young girls from the nearby villages. They would kidnapped the unwary maidens and would later return home pregnant, and when one such victim was questioned about her pregnancy by a magistrate, she was said to reply, please you worship fools to
the warm money gallum he love her. As well as finding regular and unexplainable footprints, visitors to the area claimed to have heard really loud crashing or howling and other crurious sounds in the woods after sundown or a particular note is a response to clapping, as it is reported that those who clapped their hands loudly at yellow are requarded.
My quick mocking repost of would knocking so prevalent with the tales of wild men running off with young maidens, there is actually a poem there's oldest time here in the UK, called the Maid and the wild Man of Yellow, and it goes she stole away when the night was still, wearing her prettiest clothes, up to the beach trees and yellow a nill to meet with the wildwood woes face he was, and covered in air bi gleam in his
ancient eye. He beckoned her into a leafy lair with a smile that made a sigh, And as morn she rose with blushing cheeks and fled home to a father's mill. She's carried there some forty weeks and went back up yellow and hill up she climbed with the green hair child and came down alone when the most is wild. Now, I don't have that maiden's testimony, so I can only give her the benefit of the doubt when it comes
to the father unborn child. But I can testify to the high number of reports radiating out of all of the areas mentioned tonight, whether it's camic Chase, Wiltshire, Dorsey, you know, or any other area of the country. We can replicate the reports due to the patterns that they show. All the people mentioned tonight, whether young or old, when their experience happened. We're in a woodland setting of some
kind and we were out in nature. They were doing their own thing that they'd done so many times before when the impossible happened. I would like to finish tonight with the case where two men were staying not too far from the area that is renowned for the Monster Rider. For context, Rada is one of the oldest towns in mid Wales, with evidence the human settlement dating back over
five one thousand years. A little like our other cases tonight, it's the place humans have inhabited since the dawn of time. But the case of the Beast happened from September through to December of nineteen eighty eight, and it stands out in the way that these animals were killed. Now, the mystery has never been solved, although the evidence is clear during those months something was slaughtering Welsh animals livestock at
night without caution. Many people, farmers and locals alike blamed a large cat for the problems, but the beast killed in a way very different to that of the cat. There were no puncturings on the neck or throat, nor suffocation injuries, and as the animals were slaughtered, they were slaughtered by a single deep bite to the stern. Now, I would say that that is a very unusual way
for a predator to kill a large prey animal. Strangers still, the animals found were surrounded by circular tracks of flattened grass, as if a very large predator had circled the animal several times before taking it down and killing it with the bike. These tracks led off into the distance, away from the field, and they led to the river banks. Hunting dogs were brought in, but they run over to trail and he sent very far or paw prints or
the reverdence were ever found. And then as suddenly as it started, it stopped with something ancient wakened that needed to feed that night, or was it a creature thought unreal, that came to the fields desperate for a chance at some prey and so emboldened by its abilities. It didn't care if it was seen, as it could outpace any man or dog. Chris Bergland posted his comment on a local forum about one of the popular old hall in
the area that's now an hotel. I'm seeing the pattern, are folks, and he said an ancient nearby road is said to be the site of a ghostly army marching and Elizabethan housekeeper at the hall, a scene as bean seed sorry and strange light anomalies are also common there. The current owner has reported strange banging noises and unexplained voices now and will be bringing you the next door in full in a later podcast. But I wanted to just touch on it as it's so close to riding
that it allowso features strange noises. So I felt that mentioned it tonight, so you got two gentlemen who are visiting the area late at night. Is its experience happened between Ryder and the Devil's Bridge area. Road's really remote, It's not a place where you'd want to break down. Took place in March April nineteen eight. Two men in a Morris one hundred one and they traveled down to Wales,
especially to Birdwood. The driver knew a certain pulling where he stayed and he said it was a good place to wat forward. So that's what they did. Both men are sleeping bags. They pushed the seats forward and about twelve thirty at night, tried to get the read down in the van. Over a period of about fifteen minutes, even though a stone was blowing outside, they started to hear noises that came closer and closer. One of the men reacted to this and got out of the car
and looked, and there was nothing anywhere. And he went around the van looking for the maker of the noise, but they saw nothing. He had a clear view to our corners and there was nobody around. It started out sounding like voices, and it kind of changed to something more metallic. I'll be sharing that case more in depth with the background of the witness and any previous experiences
that they had. But when he was sharing it with men, I kind of thought of this other case that I know in South Wales where two men were sitting in a car when they heard strange noises in the middle of the night out of nowhere, and one in North Wales where a man saw a big full like creature. First, let's go to work with forest around Wales to another woodland in an ancient burial mound. An invisible visitor this
has called me. It happened in June or twenty eighteen, and the witness said, I used to go to a few quariet spots in the car sometimes with my mate. My main spot is going for about ten years now and I've never had any issues it until this one time when I was there. I pulled in to the woods and next week there's kind of a burial ground and I said to me, may let's stir some up, stir something up, you know, why don't we Let's just mess about and see if we can get any activity
from the burial ground. Now, he said, I've never been in there before, as it's a dance woodland. And as I drove in, there was no sign of anyone nor the cars. There were no houses for at least a mile or two. So I started the engines off. The lights are also off. About thirty seconds to a minute, I could hear whispering outside and it was quite at first, but with both windows down it was loud enough to wear I heard at least three to four sources of
whispering in a foreign, sounded weird sort of speech. But the strange thing with the whispering was it sort of swirled around the car. One voice would mumble something in a whisper, and then another next to it would answer, and then another voice on the opposite side of the car would chirping. I'm not exactly sure if it was three or four voices, or maybe more. He said, we're
grown men, you know, but we're really scared. At that point, and just as I was about to ask my mate if he was hearing this, I can already see you can kind of spoot looking outside at his window. I said, can you hear that talking? And he went yeah, I just go. I started the car, turned on the lights, the windows are up, and I pressed the central locking button to close all the doors so quickly that sort
of did everything in one action, without thinking. I drove out, quick but safe, down to the next turn, which is about a mile down the main road. I drives to the spot I'm used to, you know, down a lane which backs up onto a dead end which he was part of the farmer's driveway. Behind that, it's a woodline of trees with a walking path which takes you to a dead end. My car lights could be seen far down that path, and when I look, I can see people.
In the ten years I've been coming here, I've never seen anyone in the day and let alone at night. But it looked like shadowy people. So we're watching these figures and talking about the chattering we just stirred in the burial ground turn off for lights. I looked in my rearview mirror as I thought I saw something dark across the window. I just put it down to my eyes adjusting to the lights, and my mate starts looking
spoots again and he's talking to mer. He keeps looking past me, kind of behind me out the window, and as he's talking, I had a really strong sense of fear come over me that I can only compare to sleep paralysis. Then the car door handle my side's being yanked up really hard. People don't flap a door handle that way. It sounded like it nearly pulled the whole
handle off. Thank god, i'd had to vented the central looking put the window up, I turned on the car and the wheel spun off, and on the way home, my mate said he saw the window behind me get shadowed out, but it wasn't a figure of a person, so he couldn't really tell me what it was. He just said that the whole window was shadowed. We swung out badly, you know, fully grown men, full of real fear. You put it down to people of some sort of
paranormal event from disrespecting the burial mounds. I mean it very well. Maybe in it, you know, you just never know. It's not a good idea to piss off the ancient ones. Their wrath is in a league of its own now, as promised is the big Foot case from North Wales. I was contacted by a chapter wife after they watched the TV show in the UK that showed the American Bigfoot. The husband and the couple recognized it as being the same as the creature that he'd seen decades before in Gwenithcore.
So the witness said, I've just watched the big Foot in Britain program on Sky History and it's the only thing that would explain what my husband saw in nineteen ninety three ninety four in gwiscre As, a village in the hills near Prestigy, there are numerous caves and mine shafts nearby. He was straight Avian one night with a girlfriend in the dark narrow lanes up there and he had to stop as there was what looked like a
huge bundle of old, dirty rags blocking the road. He got out to move it when it suddenly moved back to the car lock the doors. He said, he can't remember if it made a noise or not, but it stood up. It was really tall, about seven feet in yellowish red eyes. He put his hands on the carbonnet the car shut there From standing it leapt over the high hedge and he still cannot explain what it was now.
There is another report from locals in the area who informed a paranormal researcher that a strange ghostly dog that took up residents in their farm. The dog would be seen lying quietly in the home until it was touched, as then the creature would instantly vanish, and mysterious bells would be heard ringing. It would see. It doesn't matter where you go in the UK, you're going to find a paranormal story or two. And I guarantee if you check out BBR you'll hear them on a weekly basis.
I've really enjoyed chatting with you guys tonight. It's been lovely and I've had a bit of a trip around the UK, haven't we. Next week we are going to be hearing from a lady who's experienced bigfoot and dog men like creatures up on the Scottish border between England and Scotland. I've got some fun stuff going up here over the next few weeks, so please enjoy the absolutely wonderful weather that we're having at the moment. Well at lasts, you know, mack kay Wilder sunshines. I wish you all
adime blessings for this amazing season that's out there. I hope your heart runs over So until next week, I will be back at the same time on the same day with more cases from the BBR Case Files.