The first time I heard about Bigfoot was when I took my younger brother and a friend of his to see the Legend of Boggy Creek. It was playing at the drive in where we lived. My interest in the subject was renewed years later when my son and I started watching the Finding Bigfoot series together. It made me think back to my childhood living in the country. My family moved to a small town in southern Indiana when I was little. I was a bit of a tomboy and I loved going to the woods by myself just
to enjoy nature. We had a couple of horses in the pasture way back in the woods, and I would sometimes go to pet and hand and feed them, and on occasion I would suddenly feel afraid, as if someone or something menacing was watching me. When I gave into the earths to run home as fast as I could, I could hear the sounds of twigs snapping behind me. I thought a bear was coming after me, and at that age I didn't realize there were no bears in Indiana. I live in Ohio now, and one evening I was
taking my granddaughter on her ride in the country. She loves it as much as I do, and we would point to houses that we like and enjoy each other's company. She's also a horse lover and love seeing them in the fields. As we drove, I was driving around, not even sure where we were at the time. When I started to turn onto a gravel road with trees lighting both sides of it. It was right at dark and the road was dark, and right before I turned, we
saw dark shape in the middle of the road. It looked like it was an animal, hunched down and it was eating something it had caught. Even at a distance, we could tell it was huge, but it was too dark to tell what it was. My granddaughter got scared and rolled up her window. She closed the sun roof, and she begged me not to get any closer to it. I drove on, not knowing what it was and not wanting to make her more upset than she had already become, And then, to my surprise, out of nowhere, I got
scared too. It was like a light switch had turned on, and I felt the familiar feeling of fear that I had felt as a child in the woods by myself, like something was after me and I had to get out of there as fast as I could. It took both of us a while to calm down. And though I've always wondered what that dark shape was, part of me is grateful that I never found out. Oh that's spooky. You don't know what you saw, but you saw something dark hunched over. Could it have been a bear? Yes,
but you had a good gut feeling about it. I would trust my gut feeling on it. You think you know what it is, I'd stay with that and nothing else that'll keep you alert when you go to the woods for the rest of your life. This was a good story. Thank you man for sending it. All right, all right, thanks for clicking on the video. I have four I don't know other three to five minute stories, and then I've got two really good archived stories that
will come after that. I think one of them is almost thirty minutes long, but it's a really good one. So I hope you all enjoyed this video. Thanks for clicking on the video. All right, here we go. In twenty nineteen, I was in East Tennessee staying in a camper. The owner of the property lived in a mobile home nearby and had dogs chained up in different parts of the yard with doghouses nearby for shelter. On my first night there, I heard a loud slap at the far
end of the camper. It was so loud that it shook the entire structure, and it felt eerily deliberate, as if something was trying to startle me into the open, the way a loud noise can scare chickens out of the coop. A week later, I had been in town grocery shopping with my neighbors. By the time we got back, it was dark, and just when I finished putting things up, I shit you not, I heard a loud and clear
whistle outside the door. I thought I might have forgotten a bag, so I called my neighbors on the phone, but it wasn't them and they hadn't heard anything. Well. Another week went by, and then at three in the morning, a growl by the front door woke me up, and I grabbed my knife and I eased up toward the door to peek outside, and that thing growled again, this time near the top of the door. The door was
at least eight feet tall. There was no local animal I could think of that could stand that tall, and it startled me so bad that I jumped back. I mustard a rebel yell as loud as I could, and I heard it run away from the door on two feet. I stopped staying in the camper after that. Three weeks later, the homeowner son came home from the National Guard. He had been on duty. We were all getting ready for bed when his girlfriend said she saw eyes shine outside.
I told her it was probably just the lightning bugs. But I joined her at the window and I looked outside with her. We focused in on a set of eyes that I thought were lightning bugs, and then they blinked. It was two sets of eyes standing eight feet tall, right outside the window, looking in the sun. Grabbed his gun in flashlight, but as soon as he went out the door, the eyes disappeared. And that's the end of that story. And at first I was thinking, who has
a door that's eight feet tall? But if he's in a camper and it's up on its wheels, it could be eight nine could be could be taller than eight feet. I guess this was interesting this guy had. He's in East Tennessee in his camper. A lot of people have encounters while they're in their campers out in National parks and such. This was a good story, man, I appreciate you sending it. Thank you, sir. Many moons ago on the Glover River in McCurtain County, Oklahoma, my grandparents were
at a fishing spot they called the Big Hole. They were busy catfishing when they heard a yell from up the river. For the fun of it, my grandma decided to mimic the sound and she yelled right back. Not long after, they heard a huge splashing coming up the river, as if a large animal were coming quickly. As the splashing sound got closer, they started feeling uneasy and decided
to pack up and leave. My grandmother went ahead to the truck to start it up so that they could get out of their faster, and she heard some leaves rustling in the woods next to her. She rejoined my grandfather to help with and once they got everything loaded up, they saw this huge shadow in the trees. They didn't wait around to find out what it was, and they
got out of dodge. She's told me this story many times throughout my life, and I've always figured it was Bigfoot, but I never paid any mind to what the yell could have been until this weekend when I visited them and I played the Ohio Howe recording. I had gotten her attention, and she called my grandfather over so he could hear it too. My grandparents both said it was just like the sound they heard that day that they were fishing at the Big Hole. Little did they know
at the time they had a near encounter with Bigfoot. Oh, that's awesome that. You know, a lot of people write in and they remember they listened to these stories, or they watch other channels or whatever. They get some information on these creatures, and they start remembering back on things that they've never been able to figure out, and their able to put two and two together and come up with, Hey, must have been Bigfoot. It's perfectly logical. I mean, it
could be anything. Why not blame it on Bigfoot. That's just my take on it. But this was really good, kind of a spooky story, secondhand story. I thought it was great. Thanks to the writer. All Right, here's a story that I think is from Australia. My editor says it's about Yaowei's and ghosts. Around twenty seventeen, I was pregnant with my fourth child. We had been on a walk going through an unused train tunnel, and I wasn't
feeling too good. My husband went with the two bigger kids to get the car, and I was holding the youngest in my arms. I had gotten back to the road and was standing off to the side waiting for my husband when something made me look up. In the trees. About two meters from the road was a giant humanoid creature just standing there watching me. I knew not to turn my back on it, and I stood there terrified,
and I faced it. I was there for five minutes in a stand off with this thing before I started moving away, stepping back slowly, all the while watching this thing watch me. When my husband showed up in the car had backed up, and it retreated into the trees. I was hysterical at that point. I loaded my daughter into her seat and I told my husband there was something in the trees watching me. I made him slide over to the passenger seat, and I locked all the doors and I got us out of there as fast
as the car would go. My husband believed me, and at every chance he got he told me to share with others that time that I saw a yowie. All my life, I've had paranormal experiences from shadows turning the lights on in my room, to doors opening and closing on their own, the TV turning itself on, and mysterious footsteps at all hours of the day and night. I've had visits from the hat man and have even seen objects thrown through the air, seemingly on their own volition.
One day, my husband was mowing the yard and I was the only one in the house. I heard someone walking outside, and I watched my husband go into our bedroom. I started talking to him, when behind me, my husband asked who I was talking to. I looked from him to the bedroom and asked how on earth he had gotten there. I told him I had just seen him go in the bedroom, and he promptly searched the house
for an intruder. When we visited family, I did a final check of the house while my husband loaded the kids in the car, and as I walked around, I always felt like someone was there doing the walk around with me. As soon as I went out the door, I would feel someone pat my bum as if to say, it's all good, love, I'll keep an eye on the place for you. My husband and I love historical tours. One time we visited the grave of a captain who was involved in a boat sinking in the Brisbane River.
The tour guide told us all about the deaths involved and how it was the captain's fault. When suddenly I heard very clearly in my ear again and again a voice telling me it wasn't my fault. I told my husband what I had heard, and the tour guide went silent. I wasn't trying to undermine his tour, but the look on his face was priceless. Now, I've had many strange experiences in my life, and I found that sometimes the best thing to do is to keep the stories to myself.
Even those with the biggest hearts have a hard time relating. And that's the end of her story. And I would say that last paragraph. You can keep them to yourself if you won't, or you can send them to us so that we can all enjoy them. I thought, there's several incidents in this email, and it's very concisely explained. She just tells she just deals with the strange events. And I thought it was great. And if this writer, I don't know when she sent it, probably send it,
probably a while back. But if you hear this send us some more. Man, you're a good writer and you really explain your experience as well. Thank you, ma'am for sending this. I thought it was a great set of stories. Thanks again, once again, thank you for joining me on this video in this podcast. I certainly appreciate it and we will see you guys on the next one. Thanks so much.