Hi, Cam, I hope this finds you well. Your video the other day about the ghost in the kitchen reminded me of the first ghost story I ever heard, told to me by my mama when I was a little kid. She said it happened when her and my papa recording sometime prior to nineteen thirty three, they were riding around in her friend's car and they stopped at Montgomery Baptist Church, which is a church out in the country in south west
Lincoln County, Mississippi. The reason they had given for stopping was to switch places in the car, but they all hopped back in and drove off and left Mama standing on the west side of the church watching them drive off in the distance. After a few minutes, an older lady emerged from the woods and asked her if she was okay. Mama said that she told the lady that she was fine and they were just acting fools and that they would be
back directly. Not long after that, she heard the car and turned to see them coming back for her, and when she turned back around, the old woman was gone. She called for her and got no answer. When Papa and their friends pulled back up, she told them about it, and they looked for the woman, and they knocked on the church door, thinking she might have went inside, but she was nowhere to be found. They asked Mama what the lady looked like, and she said the lady was thin
and tall and had a black dress on with a white bonnet. My Papa and his brothers were the grave diggers for the cemetery across the road, and he said a lady fitting that description was buried there last week. I forget the woman's name, but Mama later saw a picture of her, and sure enough, it was that woman who came up to her that day. In Mama's final years, she told us that she saw people in her yard and that a little boy was among them and told her that he needed a hat.
She would sometimes leave one of Paupa's hats on the porch table for him. Once I went by there late at night and I saw Mama sitting on the porch with a light on. Now, I walked back over and stayed out of sight and made my way to the north corner of her house, where I could see her in what she was doing. She was sitting there talking to someone that I couldn't see. Just the same as she would sit
there and talk to me. And since then, I've worked with other dementia patients, and I honestly believe that our loved ones come back for us to lessen our fear about passing on. I know everyone says that their stories are true. I believe some of these stories are true because I have one of my own to tell you about Bigfoot and an encounter that I had. I was five years old when this story took place. Yes, I can remember
things from that age because it still haunts me to this day. At the time, I had never heard of Bigfoot and I didn't know anything about them. My family and I were living with my grandparents in their house in Porter, Texas, which is about thirty miles north of Houston. This happened in nineteen sixty seven and there was a population of maybe a little over three hundred people. We had no TV at my grandparents at this time. All we had was a radio, so most of the time we were outside playing.
One night, we were all sitting in the living room listening to my Papa play as harmonica and I had to go to the bathroom. Well, I went in and did my business and as I was about to leave the restroom, I heard a noise at the window, which was to my left. I had to look up to see the window because it was taller than I was. When I looked up, I saw a giant harry face looking back at me through the window. Well. I screamed as loud as I could,
and everyone came running to see what had happened. I told them that there was someone looking at me in the window, and my papa and my father my older brother, grabbed their guns and ran out back to see whoever was outside. They came back after a little while later and said that they didn't find anyone out there, and I told them that there was someone there,
but no one believed me. The next morning, they took me outside and they said there was no way anyone could have been looking through the window because it was too high for anyone to look in unless they were standing on something to see, and there was nothing around for anyone to stand on. There were no footprints either. It was built three house blocks high off the ground, which is pretty high, and the window for the bathroom was another
six feet higher than that from the house blocks. I know what I saw that night, and it took me a long time before I could go in that bathroom by myself again. I remember the face that I saw that night. The window was like a medium sized window, and the face covered almost the whole frame. Its face was hairy, but not all of it was covered in hair. You could see around its eyes and its forehead, and its nose was big, and it was kind of fat, but not like
a gorilla. The hair that I saw looked dirty and matted, and its skin was dark, but I'm not sure how dark it was because it was nighttime. Then in nineteen seventy six, my Papa passed away. He passed away in that same bathroom that I had seen the face in the window. Everyone thought that he had had a heart attack. A couple of days later, I overheard my grandmother telling my mother that the corner said that he did not die of a heart attack, and that his heart was fine, and
he said that he had been scared to death. So I knew that Bigfoot had come back to the house. And I am now sixty years old. I do not tell any one my story because I was made fun of as a teenager