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 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 somebody out here?
What quin?
I'm out there?
I thought of a bitch about tick forty nine.
I don't know easy ann out there?
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Hey, Greeting's this fread and Alaska. Thanks for joining me today. It's been a minute. I want to thank all those who have reached out in regards to my dad's passing, sending your condolences. It means a lot and I sincerely appreciate it. What I wanted to share with you today comes from James. We'll call him Junior though, okay, because he's a junior to a senior. James and his uncle Oscar had a.
Very messed up encounter.
It's going on six years ago now, and so I got to give you a little bit of the backstory. So James's uncle, Oscar, and James's dad, James Senior, inherited this piece of native allotment from their parents. So in context, the parents only went to this property by themselves.
It was their getaway. They did bring any other family.
It was their solitude away from everything, growing up and everything.
James was the elder of Oscar.
The two brothers, there was a certain level of resentment because they weren't allowed to go. And so once their dad got ill and everything and ended up passing, of course it went on to mom. And then when their mom was getting ill, the issue of the property came up and it was to be in a combined thing between the two brothers, James and Oscar. James being the elder,
he still had a little bit of the resentment. But looking back, their mom before she passed, had laid out, Hey, this particular property, there's some things that had happened while we're out there.
Be aware. It's not a very nice place.
It's how she would put it, but would never expound on it or elaborate.
You know why exactly.
She was saying that they inherited the land, they did nothing with it.
For a number of years, it.
Got to where Oscar kept coming to James Senior and saying, hey, let's build a cabin together. Let's do this, James Seniors, you know what, my son can have the property with you.
I wanted one to do it because he's still wrong or indifferent.
He held certain resentments of not being allowed to go there.
So therefore is I want one to do it, So be it teach his own.
So Oscar the uncle because at this point in time when he said I'm going to give it to my son, James said that James was too young to do quat.
It's this little kid toddler.
Really, Over the years, Oscar started making improvements on it.
He couldn't just drive up to it.
It was like twenty some plus miles by either very horrible four wheeler trail.
Or snow machine ride in the winter.
So what he ended up doing is making trail, doing little bits of improvements here and there, clearing out some of the woods.
For the most part, it was heavily wooded property. Slopes.
It had variations in the geography. It wasn't just swampland or anything, but the far end, the far north end, where he essentially decided to build the cabin. The far north end, the last ten acres or so was like went from up on a moderately solid hillside type deal and it flattened out onto the muskeg and it had some black spruce and it opened up into a tundra
and basically muskeg and swampy. Over time, he ended up getting a caribou cabin and this is basically imagine a dried end shell of basically a shed, and he ordered it.
It was a fourteen by sixteen.
The kit came with two windows, a door, and all the fixens and the trusses to build this little thing with all the floor joists and everything right.
It was this complete kit. And so he got it.
And where he positioned it was on that far north end of the property.
There's a little bit of a rise where.
The top of the rises about twenty feet above the ground where he wanted to place this one.
And so he put in the pilings.
He used sauna tubes and quick crete to make the footings and whatnot.
Built it elevated up.
It was elevated three foot off that backside, and then it was up to about not quite four foot to the outer side of it. So when you're facing this cabin, initially the door was to the far left with some small steps to get in and out. Then off to the further to the left was that it ran parallel with this rise, and it was a ridge twenty foot difference between where you're standing at the bottom and where it is at the top. And it was lightly wooded and enough to where he wanted it right there, so
any runoff ran away from the cabin. It was strategic. He was just looking at it. Okay, went a run off, I don't want it to cause poblems. It runs parallel with this rise. And then on the back side, if you're standing in the front, the trail in wraps around like a jay and it just runs straight for good distance before it kind of dog legs back and forth getting back out. He gets this cabin in there. Initially there's nothing squooky, nothing crazy. He found it too small.
So what it ended up doing was getting another kit identical to it, combining them, so it essentially it became twenty eight foot wide sixteen foot and it was basically the initial one he put up, he converted that into
two bedrooms, had access put them together. So the new one he added in was of course higher off the ground because it sloped a way, and so it was a little more elevated, and he skirted it all in and when he went in, he moved the door from the one side, covered that up, blocked it up, and moved the door to where he had an arctic injury.
So when you stepped inside, he built the wall where he had basically a mudroom, to where all the winter clothes can stay out there and you can go in without tracking snow everywhere.
Right, so when you get.
Inside woodstove right there, right off to the right, when you come in, the little doorway into the one other side where it was converted to the two bedrooms, one on this end and one on the far end. The one on the far end was Oscar's room, and it was divided evenly as far as the space, and in between that woodstove and the doorway into that initial bedroom was the table against the inner wall. And then once you get back into the corner there's the kitchen area.
There's a sink with a bit of a drain graywater whatever. It just ran basically to outside. Everything skirted in. So what Oscar ended up doing is creating a hatch inside the floor of this second addition to where he can go down, and he had a compartment area for batteries and a generator so he can do it from all inside because it gets really cold. This particular area, we'll
just say it is in the interior. We'll just leave it at that for anonymity, but not necessarily the location is the behaviors involved prior to that.
I try to focus on for people to understand.
So he had a pretty slick and over the years of developing it and fine tuning everything, he had a nice battery bank on pallets he can go down, fire up the generator. He had everything wired that he needed,
outlets inside lamps, that type of stuff. Right. He even had dug a four foot hole he put up basically a pine pole pine log that he stripped the bark and then one end he like quadruple painted it just for waterproofing essentially, and then buried it, packed it down and he ran wire to it and had some of these look like street lamp fifty watt high pressure sodium shits you can get from Walmart or wherever.
He had two of them up there to where when.
They got dark, it had the sensors and they would pop on if he was running the generator or whatnot. And he can also work it with the switch inside, and so he'd have work light outside when he was getting dark. And it was about twenty feet going out the door directly off the little small porches.
Twenty feet right off to the.
Right, and there's a pole with the lights right when you're looking out the front of this place. So from inside, let's say you're walking in the Arctic entry. You're inside the second inside door. You get in there and there's going to be an immediate window to your left, and you know, about six feet from the corner down on the end, there's another window. They're identical, four foot by five foot, no openings. There's a window in each room that slide open, vinyl type windows. So those are the
windows you have. And then at the far end, you got yourself a counter, a place where a fridge he hasn't put in yet, a makeshift sink, and storage and cupboards and whatnot. And then you got the table in
between the two bedroom doors. And then the wood stove, and then immediately to your left on the inside, he had various forms of storage chainsaw on, just little old oil crates and things like that to store stuff, and they all just sat underneath the windows and whatnot, and the windows were each about three foot off the floor.
That's basically the layout right now, years have gone by, nothing has happened, right, and so what he ended up doing is because there's two roofs, what he ended up doing was running basically joyce from one roof line to the other like this to where they eventual combined. And then internally he had the two separate roofs, but from the outside he put tin roofing and all that, so it was just one roof but essentially there was two roofs underneath.
It was put together.
So approximately six years ago, it was in November. It was frozen up enough to where he could take the four wheeler one last time before snowfall and everything where he'd have to worry about snow machine.
So he comes on in there.
When he comes in, he noticed that there's something off, something just didn't feel right, because he's been going out there religiously off and on like several times a year making improvements down they're living there, so he could since something was off.
It was real odd, and he got there late in the afternoon.
It wasn't too far before sunset, right, and so he did his thing. He fired up the generator and made sure the batteries were good. He went through all his checklists, made sure there was firewood inside and everything was good. Between where the light pole is and the side of the house, if you're standing alongside the house from the
you're looking in that direction. Directly from that light hule is a small shed and in that small shed is where he kept things like spare fuel, in the excess snowmobile parts, four wheeler parts, that kind of stuff, because he initially kept it in the cabin, but it would add up clutter so quickly he just found a better spot. That and his little trap door that goes to underneath the place. He had storage under there too, but is a cold storage and the trap door he had made
to access underneath. You got to understand from what he was saying, the skirting he put on this place was very It wasn't just flimsy. It was basically framed in skirting, very solid and weather treated to where it wouldn't just dry rot over.
A couple of seasons.
It was stout because he didn't want it easily pushed in by snow or snow coming off the roofline causing a problem. He thought ahead on it, but it was cold storage under there. It was no heat outside of having the door open or whatever. So where he had his generator set up, he had an exhaust port to where the exhaust goes outside and it doesn't kill everyone indoors anyway. With that shed and everything, he pulls around and he's looking at the shed and it just seemed odd.
It was like it had been shifted, like it set oled or something during freestyle or something, and it just wasn't sitting right. So he goes over and he's inspecting, and of course he's armed.
Right, it was late fall.
He had just assumed there was no bears around, so he only brought a two seventy rifle and a forty four magnum, And it so happened that he only had three rounds for the forty four magnum because he forgot the rounds for it, and he had about a half a box of shelves for the two seventies and in two seventy was an old pump action open site rifle, which those are really good rifles anyway, So he goes over to the shed and.
He got a spooky feeling.
So he goes back over to the four wheeler, pops open one of the hatches where he had the forty four just cooled up in his holster in the belt and is kind of uncolled. Threw it over his shoulder or whatever, just to have it on him, because again, something was off when he walks over towards his shed, and he noticed that it looked like the back end of it was like had been impacted somehow, and so he's looking closer and he notices his weird kind of
hairs on it. He was like, what the hell, oh, you know what, a bear must have come running through for some reason, spooped and smacked into it on his way by right just explaining it away. And so as he gets over it and he's looking a little closer and those are awfully long hairs for a bear, and just wrote it off at that, didn't worry about it anymore.
Got some bottle jacks that he had out basically righted the way the shed was tilted right because it was up on blocks, and so he fixed that and then gets inside, goes through all this stuff. That night, he just kept feeling compelled to heap the light on outside right, which typically he didn't, but he just, for whatever reason, man,
that light needs to be on. So he was far enough the generator, double checking the batteries, keeping the dual fifty watt high pressure sodium lamps on up on this little pole, and.
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He said, anytime he would get relaxed at the table, he would just be drawn to go look up the curtains. He said, every time he looked out, there was a weird fog moving in. It was getting dense and more and more dense as the evening was carrying on.
So he was so unnerved.
He was compelled to make sure that the two seventy was loaded up. So he loaded up the rifle, make sure there's a round in it, safety was on. Decided I'm just going to shut things down. The battery bank was nice and topped off because over the years he had built it up and had relays and everything he needed to where he could just turn a switch and just use the battery power and not have to run
the generator at all times. He had enough battery power to where he could run certain stuff for a certain amount of time with a cushion time, and so he shut down everything and he headed off to bed.
He's in the back room. And again the back room.
If you're facing the place, the door is now to the right hand side from where it was originally on the left, because this combined these two buildings into one, and so his is in the back corner from if you're standing in the front, you're looking at the door. Off your left would be that light post, the trail that wraps around the back this rise that goes up about twenty feet above from where you're standing.
His bedroom was in that back corner.
So he gets back in that bedroom, and he said he was so tired that like, he initially laid down and fell right asleep, but then something kept waking him up, waking him up, and he had laid down. He said, it had to have been between nine thirty and ten pm initially, and then all of a sudden, he hears this unnerving growl. He said, It was like the mix between the like what he would think a t rex would growl like in a brown bear, mixed kind of with a lion roar.
It was like this very powerful, like this thing whatever.
It was like right up against the building because the head of his bed was at that back corner, just offset a couple of feet.
In the window.
But it was like reverberating to the place where it shot the hell out of him. What the hell is making that noise? So immediately lights on. He turned the outside lights on, and he looks out the window.
Of course, after he grabbed the rifle.
He's holding the rifle, not pointing at no windows open or anything, but he's trying to look out and he's not seeing anything. He saw some darkness moving, but again he was just woken up and startled, so he wasn't sure what the hell. And he was like, damn that bear. It's got to be a bear.
It hadn't hibernated.
Something must be wrong with it, right, natural to assume bear didn't get enough for whatever, and it was a dangerous bear. So he sits there and he goes, I know what the lights on up front, I'm going to fire up the generator and that noise and everything and me moving around in here, it should get that bear to go, and if not, then hopefully it comes around in the light where I could see it better, and
I'll just shoot the damn thing. And so he sits there at the table for a while, and he's got his gear ready to put on, and he keeps getting drawn over to the window looking out again, and there's this fog had only gotten thicker, more dense. His lights were right there, but it was so dense that it was like very eerie, very hard to see.
And looking out.
These front windows outside of that light post there and then over.
The left that shed.
He had cut back about sixty five feet on the slight downslope area before it turned into marsh and tundra and muskeg, and there were still black spruce right there, but there was a little alley ways that you could see out into the open tundra and the muskeg and stuff, but none of that you couldn't see.
It was so dense, and so he's damn, it was just eerie.
And so he sits down and after a little bit he realized he's falling asleep sitting at the table. All of a suddenly again he hears this growl, and this growl seemed to come from the same spot back by his bedroom where the head of his bed would be against the wall.
There it reverberated to the whole place.
Freaked him out right, and finally he's okay, I'm getting my gear on. I got to put this bear down. And then he's looking. He's like, shit, I only got three rounds of forty four.
That's not enough.
But I got two seventy rounds and the two seventy pump he had held like a had a little box magazine of four, and he could put one in the pipe. And so he figured, okay, five two seventies and three forty four rounds, I'll be able to do something with this. And so he sits there. He gets his courage built up, and he's I just want to put eyes on this bear first. So I had the advantage of flanking it and making a move on it versus it surprising me
out of the blue somewhere right, he's thinking ahead. So Oscar's just sitting there, Okay, I got this. So he kept looking out the front window every once in a while and hoping this bear would come around, and so he ended up shutting off the generator to hopefully that killed the sound and draw the bear around front spark his curiosity or whatever. So he kills it, comes back up, shuts the trap door and all that, and then it's just sitting there and it would peek out the window
every so often. And finally when about the third time, he said, about four minutes after killing the generator, because he was so amped at this point he couldn't fall asleep in good conscience, right, And so he said, about the third time, he looked out the window that thick fog, he saw this brown what he assumed was a bear just at the edge of the light source of the two fifty high pressure sodiums. He goes, okay, I got it. So he grabs a rifle. He's got the forty four
ready to go as well. He gets that on the porch, and this thing had moved over right over by the shed, and all of a sudden, it was like he thought it was leaning up against this what he still thought was a bear was leaning up against the shed, pawn at it or something. But that's because of the dense
fog and everything, and the limited light. Even with his headlamp that he had on, he couldn't see much right because with the headlamp on he was seeing even less because it just turned everything white from the light illuminating all the fog particles and stuff. Right, So as soon as he clicked on the headlamp briefly and realized that
he saw less, he turned it off. And at this point this thing had turned around right, and it wasn't a bear, but he didn't know what it was because it was hunched over.
It was tall as that shed, but he could tell.
It was punched down a little bit, and he was just taken back by the size of this thing. He said, it was very menacing. The whole energy was different. The dense fog was making it real hard to see this thing, but there was enough of the light illuminating penetrating through before he was catching eye shine every so often spradically when this scene would look over at him and back and forth. It was like, he said, it kept looking
back and forth without moving its head. It was moving its eyes and he could see red eye shine every time the light was hitting it just right, and so it freaked him out, and so he raised the rifle and started yelling, hey guy, here, bear, get out of here.
Bear.
And again he knew it wasn't a bear, but that's all that came out in that moment. And so he starts coming down the steps to basically get a little closer because of how his port was set up. There's so much stuff there to use the railing for steadying the shot, but there's too much stuff like that he hadn't processed and put away yet in the way to where he couldn't use it as a rest. So he came down the steps and at the bottom of the
steps there was a couple paul kNs of propane. He was gonna use one of those and grant you in the moment, he said, looking back, this probably wasn't the best idea, but it was what he was working with.
And another thing was the propane tanks.
He wanted to be closer to them and not risk accidentally shooting one of those.
Right. Fair enough, he's spitballing in the moment.
So when he gets down, this thing had already started running, right, and it wasn't running at him. It was running basically in between where the light post was in the corner of the house. It's literally right happening in front of him, and it is happening real fast, he said. He pops a shot and obviously missed right, and then pumps the action and swings, and as he swings, this thing had bumped his shoulder basically against this light post, and damn knocked it sideways a little bit.
And one of the lights went out.
And then he came around to get a better beat on it, and as it was just tearing off into the darkness and real hard to see, he put a shot right and he immediately heard the scream and the squill kind of sound, and then thrashing through the trees.
Of the black out, the black spoos and everything.
And he heard it and listened to it as it ran off, and his adrenaline jack he's pumped, his holy shit runs back inside, kills the outdoor light.
He essentially hides out until.
Morning, and then in the morning he shut everything down, had everything ready, He left a bunch of stuff there outside of his important stuff, hopped on his four wheeler and got out at first light. Even in the dense fog, it felt like he was being followed out. Fast forward, approximately four months, snow has fallen out there. He hadn't been back since he hadn't talked about it. He had
tried to talk to his brother James about it. James didn't want to hear nothing about the property because he was still having issues of being denied access for so many years with the parents and whatnot. He was holding on to old stuff and Junior James Une, you're had caught wind that his uncle was excited about something that had happened over that way, and so he reached out, Hey, I want to get out there.
Let's get out there, and.
He goes, okay, I got to go out there anyway. I left some stuff. I got to make sure stuff put away. There's a bunch of stuff he left not tidied up, and so now snow's falling, it's going to be a chore, right, He's got to shovel stuff out and all that. So he's like, all right, nephew, come with, just be aware, come heavily armed. And nephew was like, Junior was like James. Junior was like, okay, I'll come heavily armed. What do we talk, What do you mean
heavily armed? Be specific? And he goes, bring heavy firepower and extra ammuf fair enough, so Junior's ready.
They go out. They had to go buy snow machine.
They each had their own snow machine, and bringing a sled with them just added supply as a plan on being.
Out there week. So they get out there.
It's basically still fairly early in the morning because by that time in the winter the sun doesn't come up. Technical sunrise even right now, being mid January ish is technical sunrises at ten ten a little later in the day further north to go anyway. So they get there and it's just barely technical sunrise, but the fog is so dense that it's not burning off. It's kind of like a real heavily overcast kind of environment as far as the lighting. They get there and there's no signs
of anything, just snow. There's plenty of snow. There are some moose tracks, some Lynx tracks on the way in. Nothing stood out right because his uncle kept slowing down looking and James Junior didn't understand in the moment why he his uncle was doing this. So they get there, they're shoveling stuff out. His uncle Oscar's just constantly head on a swivel, hadn't put his gun down yet, just
making James Junior real nervous. Hey uncle, what the hell, he goes, Let's get this stuff done and then we'll go inside, warm up and stuff and explain what's going on. And so they have that agreement. They get things buttoned up where they could and what have you, and they get inside. Now when Junior gets in there and he's got his gear off and stuff, and his uncle was inside about fifteen minutes ahead of him, made coffee and some other stuff. He was just getting done and he
sits down. His uncle tells him everything I've shared up to this point now, grant you, it's still not quite midday, okay, and nothing happens.
They just hunkered down. It was mellow evening round.
The generator topped off, the batteries, just kept it real mellow. James Junior his bedroom was all set up, had been that way. He had been there a couple times and whatnot, but it was there. He had his own space, his uncle had his own space. And they called it at night fairly early because they wanted to get up and ten to things in the morning. They were both woken up approximately between five point thirty six o'clock the next
morning by that growl that what initially set everything off. Immediately, James Junior, he's up. He's got his high powered rifle. He had brought three thirty eight win mag He also brought an AR fifteen.
He brought a nine millimeter.
Pistol and a four to fifty four Cassole five shot revolver, and his uncle thirty out six more rounds for forty four and some Colt forty five pistol. Right, and so immediately they're up in arms, turn on lights, turn on the outside light. Only the one was still working. The other one would flicker on and off every once in a while because after the impact of this thing, they
pulled wires or something and it wasn't all good. And so they're looking around nothing and that dense fog is still hanging in there, right, So they're up.
They stay up for the rest of.
The morning, and once it starts getting light out, they hear this, just this raven just quawking up a storm, and so they figure, okay, it's telling on whatever's out there. Let's get ready, let's go out there and let's get this thing. Let's ambush it, let's planket whatever, let's find it. Let's drive it out. And so they get out there, it will dense fog. Right as they're out there, they're looking around, they're looking this way, they're looking up towards
that ridge on the back side of the cabin. They're looking over here, but it's so dense a fog they're not able to make anything out. And this raven is it's got to be right on top of that light pole, but they can't really see it. And it's real weird because they can make out the lights up there, but nothing else.
It turns out this raven was a white.
Raven, and when they finally realized, oh, that's a white raven, it really threw them off because they're at the Basket Descent, they're at the Basket and their heritage at the Basket Alaskan Native they're just thrown off by this white raven.
This white raven.
As the ceiling of the fog kind of ebbs and flows rises and lowers, it got to a point to where they could see it a little more clearly, and this thing is squawking directly at them and then takes off and flies straight away from them, and so they're like, what the hell that was creepy.
So they get back inside.
They start going over and rehashing what have they heard about the white raven?
This and that?
And they're going over, I've heard good and bad and same here and my culture, the ravens are considered our ancestors. And as far as a white raven, I've heard different things, but it was nothing that I retained, right, So they get amongst each other, they're going over the ins and
outs of this white rave thing. Within the hour, way off in the distance, this thing flew away at they hear this long banshee, like high pitched but deep echoing air raid sirens scream right way off in the distance, had been miles and miles away just well, and they're both they were inside and they heard it, and they're like whoa looking out the windows, still real foggy. It hasn't burned off for nothing, And so they're like, damn.
In about every hour ish they would hear this scream again, but it would be closer.
Right.
It got to the point where once it seemed like it was within a mile of their guestimation because of how loud it had gotten and moving closer every hour, they got up in arms. They got dressed, they got the generators running, the batteries getting topped off. They're freaking out. Nothing happens, Nothing happens. They end up going to bed, so they were up a good part.
Of the night.
So they're sleeping and they're woken up by this raven squawking out front on that pole again.
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Junior gets up.
He goes looks out the other window, the front window, and he can't see it because of the dense fog, and so his uncle's up.
He's saying, oh, it's back at it, you know what the hell.
They end up going outside together again, prepared to open fire on whatever, and there's nothing around.
That they could see.
But there's this raven again walking directly at them, just like the day before, and just takes off, flying in that same direction. They're like shit, but this time the difference is they're outside. This thing just flew away in the offento the fog. All they could do is hear it,
and it's still squawking away as it's flying. Right Somewhere just sixty five ish feet from where they're standing is the tree line of the black spruce before it gets extra swampy and stuff up and behind there, they hear a scream coming from the stand of timbers right over there, right sixty five feet away, loud as hell.
Felt it in their chest. Holy shit.
Immediately they scurry back inside the button and all the doors, shutting everything, and they're discussing, what the hell do we do?
What the hell do we do?
Throughout that day, they kept hearing it, but it would move just out of sight in that fog. It was moving in a big circle around the cabin, from where it was in the stand of trees to up behind the cabin, up on that rise. They heard it up there several times throughout the day, back behind the shed where the shed was in between some couple of little stands of trees, but they couldn't see behind there because of the fog. It was back behind their screaming, and
it basically circled all day. Every once in a while, they're screaming, right, they're freaking out of course, I get it, and they don't know what to do. And so it was getting dark. They had shut the generator off hours earlier, and whatnot. They had music playing, They had every device they had because initially when the scream stuff started.
I don't want to overlook this.
They tried to use in cell phones and his uncle had a little digital camera to try to get pictures and record some of this activity. But batteries were dead, and so they were charging everything. They were just wearing down the batteries, the battery bank, and so just at dusk it was getting dark, and he said his uncle was like, I'm gonna fire up the generator. I'm gonna add gas, I'm gonna fire it up for a few hours, top off the battery banks and let's get everything recharged
and whatnot. And so he gets down in the crawl has a crawl space open. They've been carrying rifles with them the whole time. Okay, So his uncle left his rifle right there by the trap door on the floor and he's down below and he fires up the generator. Just as he fires up the generator at the back
corner on that kitchen side, there was a bang. James Junior said, it sounded like something was lean like right up against the corner of the building and just banged about two feet away from where this window was and just banged. And then banged it again. It was just shaking the whole place. Uncle Oscar is down in that hole. He happened to have that forty five with him and a holster still on his belt, and he rolls up.
He's like, what the hell.
What James Junior couldn't hear was this thing was walking along the front of the place because they had the curtains and everything closing. James's over here at the table, right and the trap door is just right over here on the floor.
As a thing is walking along. Uncle could hear it.
And what it seemed like it was doing was thumping against the skirting, looking to see how if there was any weakness. There was thumping like it knew he was
under there. Kind of feeling, is what Oscar said. And so once it got close, now the generator is running okay, And so he drew that forty five and started shooting through that siding because it was just doubled up or whatever, wasn't gonna do much damage, but he wanted to like make it known that, hey, we're going to shoot, right, So he starts shooting, startles a shit out of James Junior. He grabs his rifle, he runs over towards the window
to look out. Just as he looks out, he can't see the lights because this big shadows in front of the window right in front of him, and the trap door off to his right on the floor. His uncles leaped out of there like a frog out of water, right jumps out of there, slams that chap door.
He's grabbing the rifle.
He's yelling, it's right outside, it's right outside. And James is trying to look and he's holding the rifle across his chest like this, looking out the window. All of a sudden, the thing moves out of in front of the window and they could see the light again.
And then it made it clear.
They could see the shoulder, and they all like the outline the silhouette, and they both like stumbled back freaking out. They're both pointing rifles in his uncles. Don't shoot the window. Don't shoot the window. And so they're sitting there and then it's dead quiet, right, and they heard noises. They heard the shed like basically claps over because when they looked the following morning, that whole shed that was where he kipp hearts and stuff for snow machine affom that
whole thing was just poppled over. They heard that the way the wire was to the post, it was at least twelve feet off the ground running over to the post and ran upwards towards the top of this post where the two fifty watt high.
Pressure sodium lamps were.
He assumes this thing brushed its head, had hit the wire or whatever jilted things, and both lamps were working again right for whatever reason, they knew that much. But they were sitting on the floor and looking through the curtain. They could they seem in the light the other like come on through the curtain or whatever, and they just sat there. They were in shock, and so it's quiet and everything, and they pull themselves together.
They sit back, they scoop back, they get up into the seats, and.
They're both pointing their rifles around, just like what do we do kind of thing, looking at each other. Was out saying anything like shrugging the shoulders and like listening, and Oscars trying to say just listen. And finally Uncle Oscar says, hey, Junior, if it tries to come through the doors or whatever, just start shooting and get everything ready. So immediately, James Junior he's got his AR fifteen out.
He's got all the extra magazines for that, just simple five, five six, regular carbing, all the other AMMO.
For the pistol. Everything, it's all right there.
Every gun and piece of bullet they got is ready right there at the table.
They sat there and nothing.
James Junior ended up fall asleep in the chair at the table, but Oscar couldn't sleep right all night. At one point James Junior was woken up by that same screen, but it was further distance away and they were able to calm down a little more.
But Oscar didn't sleep.
And so what he said is the next morning, when James started moving around, Oscar was real tired and said, Hey, I'm going to curl up on the floor by the woodstove. I'm going to take a nap, but I'm not going to be back in that room alone or whatever.
Just let me know if I need to get up.
So he takes a nap for a couple hours before it gets light out right, and once he got a little bit of sleep as best he could anyway, a little cat nap here and there, he got up and he's get our shit together. We're getting out of here, so they gathered the pertinent stuff. They were not going to be hauling anything out or any of that kind of stuff, because everything they brought was to stay there anyway.
Uncle went down underneath and tended to the battery bank, shutting things down, isolating the batteries, just make sure everything was good. Shut the trap door, locked it up. Everything was good to go, and it was that dense fog as they were. They went out together, One kept eye out while the other one started the machines to let them warm up. They weren't going to leave them unattended because where they had initially parked them.
One of the sleds was like twisted over it.
They suspect when this thing ran by and knocked the shed, it had bumped that sled and just twisted the toe behind sled, not the snow machine sled and twisted that. And so they wanted to keep an eye to make sure this thing didn't trash their way out.
And they sat there.
Uncle was going in and out, just grabbing pertinent stuff, double checking everything, asking James what he needed. And James already had his shit into the sled was unmolested or whatever.
He had his extra rifle Emma and all that kind of stuff.
He had his three p thirty eight wind mag over his shoulder and a pistol in his hand, and things were warmed up.
Everything got locked up.
Just as they were talking about what they're going to do on keeping an eye on each other on the trail out, they heard the raven. The white raven was back on the pole, squawking away at him right, and the fog had lifted enough and it was not quite as dense where they could see this thing clearly. And they both said, it is the biggest raven they ever seen. For a raven, that was massive. It reminded him of the size of a like a snowy owl or a great horned owl. It was big, but it was a raven,
they said. Even its beak was an opaque kind of hail color. It didn't have like black beady eyes like the regular ravens and stuff. It had all white feathers like Christine white. And this thing was a squalling at him, like screaming at him the whole time.
And finally that was it. They're creeped out, and Oscar was like, follow.
My lead as we turn around. But once we get turned around, on the trail. I want you ahead of me so I could see that you're okay. I'm going to be right behind you running my snow machine with my pistol in my hand, and you just worry about driving your sled and once we get a mile or two down, the trail will swap and we'll leap frog doing it that way.
And so that's what they did.
But just as they're turning around to leave, that raven just started really flapping, squawking, screaming, and then took offline again. And just as they were getting like turn around, squared up to go, they're double checking, giving thumbs up and stuff, that scream happened again, way off in the distance like it had the day before, and what have you. They got out of there. That's where that ended. I've heard things about the white Raven, bad almend, good amend. I've
heard different versions of it. So I can't really speak to that because i'd have nothing definitive.
But I will check into that.
But Oscar and James are not their names, Okay, that's anonymity, And the exact location is irrelevant when I share these encounters. Sometimes the location is very important. Other times and every time. It's the behaviors leading up to an encounter that if you know what these behaviors are, maybe you can avoid it yourself by going hey, ols, don't who like that? Or Hey some stone rock, let's get out of here
and avoid potential traumatic ship. Thanks to everyone who has reached out, and we'll catch you on the next one.
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