This is an email from Richard. He writes, my wife and I live in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Recently, I listened to your Halloween podcast about a man that bought property on Lake Watchtaw and who had a visit from the Big Guy. Watch Tall Lake is about fifteen miles from where we live. As the crow flies Lake Watchtall. I've been on that lake before. That's the clearest lake I have ever been on. We went in the summertime. We were skiing, swimming and jumping off cliffs and stuff like that, and
you can see like thirty feet down. You can see fish thirty feet down swimming around. It's a very clear lake. Anyway, back to the story. We live in a heavily wooded area near the National Forest. The plots of land were sold in sizes ranging from three to ten acres. We have a wide variety of wildlife and a large creek runs through our property. It's not uncommon to have white tailed deer in our yard and occasionally while turkey can
be spotted too. It is truly beautiful country to live in. But during the summer we have the thick green shield around our house to protect us from the outside world. We're far enough from the road that we rarely hear traffic, aside from the occasional jake break of a large truck coming over the hill. In the summer of two thousand and three, I worked a shift at a factory fifty five miles away. It could take up to an hour and
a half to drive each way. My shift started at five am, so I was getting to bed around seven pm and back up again at two am to go to work. It was late June when my wife was out in the yard trying to coax our cat to come inside. He's a large, furry black cat who I named Harley because I've always wanted a Harley soft tail. At eight pm, it was still daylight, but the sun was low
in the western sky and it was through the trees in our woods. We have a twenty foot by twenty foot deck on the back of our house that our cat had snuck under to hide. My wife, an animal lover who is devoted to that cat, didn't want him outside all night by himself, so she was out there trying to get him out from under the deck. I was upstairs, laying awake in bed. Isn't an easy feeling falling asleep
when daylight is still streaming through the windows. I heard the back door slam, followed by the sound of my wife running up the stairs with the cat. She was agitated, and she wanted to know how I got upstairs so fast. I've been in bed for over an hour, I laughed, and then I noticed a look on her face. She was clearly upset about something, so I asked her what was wrong. I was crawling under the deck to get the cat when I heard what sounded like a stick being hit against
a tree, she said. I looked back, and I saw a dark silhouette of someone standing in the woods forty feet down the hill from me. There is approximately a seven to eight foot drop in elevation from where she was to where she saw this figure. But when she crawled out from under the deck, her head was even with the head of the silhouette. Then she glanced over at the door and looked back as quickly as that it was gone. That was when she ran inside, and I went out and had to
look around, but I didn't see anything. Two nights later, I was leaving for work. It was three am when I walked out the front door, heading for my truck. As I walked, I heard something in the woods inside the tree line. I know deer or active at night. However, when I stopped, it stopped. I stood still and I listened for a moment. If I had spooke to deer, I would have heard it running off. But after a minute I began walking again, and as soon
as I did, it began walking too. I hesitated and began to walk slowly, and with each step I took, it took one, two, It was matching my stride. I made it the short distance to my truck and I jumped in and then I rolled down the window so I could listen and see if the footsteps were coming closer. Instead, I heard a loud whoop. At that time, I didn't know that was the sound that they
made. The only thing I could equate it to was the sound that I heard of the howler monkeys at the zoo, but this was much deeper. I started my truck and I put it in drive, but I idled the eight hundred feet down my driveway with my head out the window, listening to the sound of the leaves crunching and twigs breaking, indicating that it was following me. I also heard two more whoops before I exited the driveway, and as soon as I got to the main road, all of the sounds stopped.
I have never heard those sounds again, but I'm waiting for that day. It could have been someone out in the woods, but it seems odd to me someone would be so far out there at that time of night. I prefer to think it could be the big guy that I have nicknamed Fuzzy. Oh. To the writer, I think let's see, yeah, he said Richard. He said it was okay to use his name, Richard. Do you hope it's the big guy? Do you hope Bigfoot's on your property?
I don't know if I would want Bigfoot on my property or not. I want to see him on someone else's property, that's what I want. I don't want him here. I just don't want Bigfoot on my property. But this was a great story. He did a great job writing it, and I really appreciate it. Okay, here's an email. I got to read the first two or three sentences. It looks like this person can write. So I'm going to read this cold and if I stumble and bumble over
my words, just bear with me. But here's what this person writes. She says it is a woman. She says, please do not use my name. She says, Cam, how are you? I hope rested. I've been mulling around for the last three years now whether to put this weird incident on paper or not. I trust you with this personal spine tingling incident, and I'm sure others would say that I was hallucinating at any rate.
The unexpected incident took place in two thousand and four. In two thousand and five, in Waco, Texas, it was around ten thirty at night. My two lovable pets, Mika and her best friend Rico, indicated that there was a need to relieve themselves before retiring to their blanketed, cushioned bed. I was hesitant to let them out because it was dark outside except for the
full moon that left Eerie's shadows in the gravel road. Since it was so dark, I stepped outside onto the porch to hurry them up and call it a night. The most chilling sensation suddenly hit me. I felt a cold gust, even though there was no wind blowing. I heard some flapping, and I thought there must be some kind of bat flying around here, and I tried to shake it off. It was an uneasy feeling while I called
my pups to hurry up and come inside. As I looked across the road at the neighbor's property, I saw a thing flapping toward a large, fifty foot tall tree. I could not believe my eyes. It had the appearance of a human sized bat with leathery wings. Never have I seen such a creature that large. And then it hit the tree, and the size of the creature caused the tree to shake. The bat wings wrapped around the trunk. The silhouette was perfectly visible with the full moon shining from behind it.
And then it turned toward me and I could see large red glowing eyes staring at me. I had been frozen to the porch, and I tried to move backward to run into the house. My dogs did not bark, but they sense something wasn't right. I finally moved back toward the house without ever
t turning my back to that bat like thing. My dogs quickly scampered into the house and I backed in through the doorway, and I slammed the screen and then the strong wooden door and double locking and trying to calm my heart that was racing almost out of my chest. After leaving the living room area and closing the door in that room, as if that would offer any protection, I went back to the living area to double check to make sure that
I had not imagined what I had seen. Opened the Venetian blinds and looked at the tree where it had been, and I could still see the red eyes. I didn't look anymore. In that central part of Texas there are sightings varying from black panthers to bigfoot to incredibly large birds where hunters camp and hunt. What bothered me for so long has been answered because I have read through books in the Bible. There are descriptions of creatures that old man can
imagine. Tam, That's one of my supernatural events in my life, and now it is laid to rest. Well to the writer. I don't know if that's laid to rest, and I don't know if they are like flying batman creatures in the Bible. But there are weird, weird creatures described in the Old Testament, and this is scary. I think this would scare me more than a bigfoot. If I'm standing outside just at dusk, I saw this giant human looking bat thing flying to a tree and the tree start to
shake at the top. Oh my gosh. I don't even know what I would do. I would just assume it knew who I was and it was coming to get me. But I'm a scaredy cat. I'm a little bit of a scaredy cat. That's true. This was a really good story, and it's another one. I kind of hope it's true. The good thing is she's fine. Anyway, thank you for sending this story. There probably was a little need to edit this because I stumbled through a couple of things, but it was good. It was really good. This woman did a
great job writing this, so thank you for sending it. Here's an email from a young man in California originally from Italy. Here's what he writes. I live in Santa Cruz, California, but my family is originally from Sicily, Italy. We had lived here for fifteen years when we moved my grandmother to the United States. She had endured a lot from the Italian government. Her dream was to come here and buy a large piece of property in the
mountains where she could live out her days in peace. And as soon as she arrived in the fall of twenty twenty one, she began to look for a place. She found one hundred and twelve acres between Mount Laguna and oh god see Uyamaca Rancho State Park. I have no idea how to pronounce that in eastern San Diego County. Who knew that she had saved enough money to make such a purchase and to build a house there off the grid? Uh? Yeah, how do you save enough money to buy one hundred and twelve
acres in California? Good grief, man, that property is expensive. Anyway, on with the story. I fell in love with the property from the first time I saw it. Nonah had already called contractors to build her house, to diggle well, and do whatever other things were necessary. Again, we were surprised at the amount of knowledge she had of the things that she would need to live there. Most eighty one year old women wouldn't have known
much about any of those things. The property was teeming with wildlife. There was a trout stream and tall, healthy pines, and a small open plane where there could be a lot of activities. At the time, my friends and I were obsessed with air soft, so much so that we would put on full gear such as plate carriers, camouflage, gille seats, and face paint. And what we loved was to gather up branches and sticks and bind them in our suits for added camouflage. I wanted to feel like I was
part of some sort of special forces team. I guess I'll watch too many military documentaries. Back then, that property was a perfect place for my friends and I to play that game. There were four of us including me, and one of us would scale to the top of the hill overlooking the small plane that was surrounded by woods with a marksman's rifle, while the other three would have to evade being shot before reaching the bottom of the hill. It
was almost always a blast. Almost one time, my friends and I decided to wake up early before Nona got home at noon for lunch and go have our fun. We started unpacking our gear bags and guns to get ready. We got into our gilly suits and I went looking for sticks and limbs to add to my suit. And since it was winter, there was a fair bit of snow on the ground. My friends headed to the other side of
the property while I headed up the hill parallel to them. And when I reached the summit and I looked down, I saw the boys standing in the middle of the property. I waved my arms to signal the start of the game, and they each scattered in different directions, and I began searching for them. As I scanned the area, I noticed something off in the distance. In front of the main tree line, there were some pines. They were shorter and they sat a little in front of the rest of the trees.
And behind them I saw a large dark blob that stood out from the trees in front of it. I was thinking it was one of the boys, and I took the safety off my gun, and then this thing stood up. It was covered in what looked like a gilly's suit. So I took a long breath, and as the last bit of excel left my body, I pulled the trigger and watched as the white BB traveled at its head.
It made contact, but I was confused. When I took my face from the optic, I must have moved the sun reflected off of it and gave away my position. I looked into my optic again and I saw a leathery, dark face looking at me. It looked soulless, and I realized that this was not one of the boys. It was one hundred and twenty yards away, but I guessed it to be six feet tall. Immediately I stood up. I wanted to alert the boys at the bottom of the hill,
but they weren't there yet. I picked up my rifle and looked through the scope again to see this thing drop down on all fours and it began to run toward me. I couldn't believe how fast it was moving. Something that large should not be able to move that fast. When the monkey or eight thing got to the bottom of the hill, I could hear it breathing and the pounding of its limbs on the ground as it climbed up the trail and jumped over the rocks. I dropped my rifle and I grabbed the knife
on my vest, and I backed into a rock behind me. As I did so, something was telling me that I was about to get my face beaten in by this thing. I had to be ready to fight. I wanted to melt into these rocks so that it would just pass by me. I heard it stop in front of the rocks that I was now hiding behind, and my heart was pounding in my throat. The sweat was beating across my forehead, and my breath was coming in shallow burst. And then it
pulled itself over the rocks and it looked me straight in the eyes. It felt as if God himself was staring into my soul. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me when I saw its muscles that I realized it could rip me into if it wanted. I backed up a little and tripped on a branch, and my gilly suit got ripped off. When I pulled myself back up to my feet, we were locked in a staring match. At this point. Its eyes were a black void, and finally I screamed at
it. I don't know why, but it stepped back and it started down the hill. I could hear the snow crunching under its feet with each step, until it disappeared into the woods. As soon as I felt safe, I ran down the hill as fast as I could. My friend saw me barreling toward them faster than they had ever seen me run before, with forty pounds of gear on my back, with my voice shaking. I tried to tell them that there was a giant monkey, bigfoot thing up there, but
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak clearly. None of my friends had seen or heard anything except for me screaming, and then they heard running in two different directions. I had left my rifle up on the hill, and as far as I know, it is still there. I'm seventeen years old and I've never gone back to Noah's property again. This writer was a little worried that he sounded like a kid writing this story, and I want to let him know that Neoma looked over this and she just made a couple of
punctuation and grammar changes, and you did a great job writing this. I think the boy's name is Thomas. His family's from Italy, so I guess that's an Italian name. Byway, Tomas, thank you for sending this. It was a great story. Hope it's true because that's an exciting story. Wouldn't it be cool if that really was true. What if it's true, that's the name of my podcast. Brother, Hey, thanks for sending it. I really appreciate you. Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that podcast.
I've got I want to talk to you about something real quick. So if there's no more stories left in this podcast, so if you want to click away, go ahead, that's fine, but I want to give you an update on Steve Lily and Blood Eagle. Two weeks ago, I think it was a Friday or a Sunday, I can't remember. I put up a video and I said, look, I'm going to be away for a
while. I'm going to be working on Steve Lily recording Blood Eagle. I have been working on and in between those times, I uploaded an audio book that it was not Monster related. It's called Asper Y'all's Requests, written by a man named bo Ray. It's an excellent book. I got some feedback on that. Most of it was good, ninety nine percent of it was good. But of course I have the people who are saying, oh, he's tired of the subject. He's not going to be doing any more Bigfoot
or Cryptiit or UFO or ghost stories. I don't know why people do that. If you do one thing different, all that channel's just going to crap. I kind of got into it in the comment section with this woman. I'm like, I've got five hundred uploads for anybody on YouTube or the podcast network to listen to, and I do one thing that isn't Monster related, and I get that kind of comment. It's asinine to me. Anyway, if you want to hear a really really good book, go back to that.
I'll put it on the endscreen of this video. But anyway, I'm getting distracted here. I'm working on Steve Lilly, and the deep I get into this, the longer it takes. And what I'm trying to do is take you all back to where Steve Lily came from. There's a story of where he came from and why he is the way he is, and it's a long story. So it's taken me longer than I anticipated to write that
story. But I think I'm about halfway done with it. I had already started Steve Lily sixteen and I scrapped it because I thought, I want to tell the story of where Steve Lily came from. It's real interesting, it's real exciting. It's very violent, if you like that kind of thing. I'm having the best time writing it, and I'm really taking my time with it trying to get it. I'm trying to learn how to write. That's
what I'm doing. I'm trying to learn how to write all the Steve Lily's I've done up to this point, I just kind of just pump them out. I don't even think about him. I just have this story in my head and I start writing. But I'm trying to write in a not a different way, but a more thoughtful way, and I'm loving every minute of it. So anyway, Steve Lily's taking a little longer than I thought. Maybe I can be done with it in about a week. So I didn't
lie to you. And then when I get my fingers get tired of hitting this keyboard, I go over to Blood Eagle and I record a chapter. And the reason I'm doing this podcast is because this other stuff is taking so long. I thought, man, I really want to just get my mind off of both of those for a couple of hours and just do this podcast. So that's my report. I know people are anxious to anxious to hear another Steve Lily, and I'm so so happy and thankful that you guys really
like this character that I've made up. If you just hang with me, the weight will be worth it. I think I think the weight will be worth it because then you'll know where Steve came from, and you'll know why he is the way he is, and then we're going to go back in as the stories progress, I'm gonna tell you where Hook came from, and where Isabelle came from, and where Lewis came from. They all have backstories, and every story will bring you to the present, and they're gonna fight
some kind of monster in every story. So it's just fun. It's really fun for me, and I think it'll be fun for you. That's why I wrote those in the first place, because they're fun. They're off the seriousness of this crazy Bigfoot topic. Everybody's so serious about it. So that's why I wrote to Steve Lily's stories, is to kind of break the monotony and just to do something fun. And that's why I'm writing them, and so they can be fun, and they are fun, and I'm trying to
make it fun. My being redundant saying that away, I'm trying to get a point across. I hope you're getting it. Thank you for listening to this podcast. You now have an update on what I'm doing. And when I get a little burnout on writing Steve Lily and recording Blood Eagle, I'll just stop into another podcast like this. I really appreciate you listening and we'll see you on the next one. Thank you,