I live in a house in the country near Eldorado, Texas. I woke up one morning and looked out in my bedroom window toward my chicken coop, and I saw a figure standing there. Judging by the height of the coop, the creature was at least seven feet tall. The only way to describe it is that it looked like a Chewbacca. The way its hair flowed and the fact that you couldn't see a neck rubbed my eyes several times, but it was still there. It was like it wanted me to see it, It wanted to be seen. It just
stood there, looking at the house. Finally I looked away, and when I look back again, it was gone. I never said anything for a while, although I never saw it again. I would carry my pistol if I went outside after dark. We would hear strange sounds at night, but we never saw anything again. Now my friend had to run in with a dog man, but that was months later. We had a tracker come in to look around, but he found nothing, or at least nothing that he would admit to. I told my family, and they gave
me the strangest looks. Some of them think I should quit listening. To shows like yours. They think I'm seeing things. Oh well, these stories are great. People are seeing things, and I'm just so glad you sent this in. It was a short, little story, but it was great. I am an outdoorsman and I live in Middle Tennessee. During the last deer season, I was out hunting one evening with my bow, trying to spot and stalk a deer when I felt the sudden urge to look up at
a nearby sycamore tree. There, hovering by the branches, saw a brown object that somewhat resembled the batman's symbol if you were to cut off the ear and jagg at the edges. It was some sort of flying, silent creature. It wasn't a bat, but it wasn't a bird. This thing just hovered there above me for what felt like forever, and when it finally moved from its stationary position, it shot straight up in the sky until I couldn't see
it anymore. That was the most interesting UFO encounter I've had up close, but I've seen more than my fair share at a distance. In fact, I see white lights in the sky so consistently that it's become as interesting to me as seeing an ordinary plane pass by. They never make any sound, and I'll notice multiple of them in a night. The lights don't blink, and their speeds very dramatically. Sometimes they move slowly and other times incredibly fast.
Sometimes I see them ascend into the sky, and sometimes they shoot up rapidly and disappear. I hope you get to see them one night. All you have to do is look up and wait. I've been a lifelong transmission rebuilder, and in the year two thousand I opened my own shop in Summerville. It had three lifts and it was joined by an automotive shop, with a solid block wall dividing the two. The automotive shop was run by a man named Keith, who had been there for twenty years.
Keith was a good man, and he and I became friends. My nephew, Raymond, was also a transmission man. About four weeks after I opened, he would come to help me. I opened my shop and I was there all day. That night. I had another friend who would come in and pull the transmissions out so I could rebuild them the next day. The following night he would put them back in. One morning, I arrived at seven am. I opened the roll up shop door and out of the corner my I saw a black looking animal run by
me and then hide behind a trash can. It looked more like a shadow than a solid critter. I picked up a shovel, ready to defend my shop. Now quickly pulled the can back and there was nothing there. I soon forgot about it. But at that point things started to happen. I would be in the shop during the day rebuilding a transmission, and I would hear a wrench or a metallic object hit the floor as if it
had been dropped from six feet in the air. I'd walk around the cars and there wouldn't be anything there. I knew right off it wasn't from the shop on the other side. It was in there with me. I had a restroom at one end, and I could see the mirror in the hallway from the shop. Around the corner from it was a toilet, and sometimes when I would go to relieve myself, I would smell a woman's perfume,
and sometimes I would smell pipe tobacco. Sometimes I would hear a loud bang on the side of the building. I would walk out and look, but nothing would ever be there. One night, my friend Benny, was putting a transmission in for me. Around eight pm. He called me and he told me that I needed to come in. I asked him why, and he said the lift wouldn't come down and the car was stuck up in the air. I hung up and I started putting my shoes on when he called back and he said the lift had
come down on its own and he was leaving. The next day, Keith came over and laughed. He said he was up there working late when Benny came over to his shop scared to death. I asked him why, and Keith told Bennie that he had seen Henry. I asked who that was, and Keith informed me that it was a ghost that lived in the building. Henry was the name his wife gave him. I asked Keith if he had seen strange things too, and he said strange stuff had happened all the time for the past twenty years.
I called Benny and I asked him to come up and put in a transmission for me that night. He asked if I was going to be there, and he said that he wouldn't come back by himself to work in that shop again. He told me that I had a ghost. I asked him what had happened, and what he told me made my hair stand on in. Benny said that when he worked, a man in a burgundy colored shirt watched him from the mirror. Benny heard him sometimes, and sometimes he'd see him walk by. My nephew finally
came to help me. Instead never told him anything. He had an old race car and at night he would stay and work on that. After maybe three weeks, I asked him if he had seen or heard anything strange. He started telling me stories about all the strange noises and shadows that he would see walking by. One day he went out of town for a race and I was in the shop with the doors closed and I was working. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips against the back of my neck, and I
felt air blow and took on me. I turned around. I was ready to fight, but there was nothing there. There was another time I was walking across the shop when something put its fingers in my right back pocket and gave me a hard tug. I turned around, and again there was nothing there. My nephew and his friend were in the shop one night talking when his friend did a double take he swore that he saw a man standing there, and then the man vanished. On another night,
my nephew was working on his race car. He was by himself, and he was whistling a tune, and when he stopped whistling, right in front of him, someone whistled the exact same tune. After that, he left for the night. And then on another time, I had a customer in the shop and we had a slight disagreement. We were raising our voices at each other, when suddenly he stopped talking. In the corner, about five feet away, he could hear muffled voices of two people arguing back and forth, just
like we had been arguing. The man looked in the direction it came from, and then he turned white. He turned around and just left. Finally, after a year, I closed up and moved to another shop closer to home. I have many other stories from that creepy place, but I'll save them for another time. I'm retired now, and every time I ride by that old building, I still think about Henry