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 it's hair flowed, and the fact that you couldn't see a neck. I 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 looked 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. After that, 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. In nineteen ninety nine, I was a tradesman working on an apartment complex that was being built
in my town. Operated my own company, and I was working after the bulk of the trades had left for the day. I was finishing my task in one unit, and I was gathering my tools to do the same thing in the neighboring unit, and I was moving quickly to take advantage of the daylight. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a figure outside the window, and when I turned my head to look, person was gone.
There were other apartments in the area that were inhabited, so I thought someone was taking a shortcut through the construction site. When I got to the next unit, I looked at the window in the back and I saw the coast was clear. But while I was working, I got the sensation that someone was watching me. I turned to the back window again and got a glimpse of a shadow as it walked away. It was the same figure I had seen earlier. When I finished my work,
I moved upstairs. These apartments did not yet have the decks installed on the back side of the building, so I didn't think it was necessary to even entertain the possibility that this figure would be there. While I install the fixtures on the second floor unit, I felt that feeling again. I knew someone was watching me, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw a man with a hat and a jacket outside the window. I had no clue what he was standing on because the balcony
was not there. I turned around and looked at him, and he stared back at me, expressionless. I was nervous and dangerously close to being behind schedule for the project. I finally said out loud, well, if you're here to help, I could use a hand. If not, my insurance will not cover you on my job site. After I said that, he left. I decided to leave and come back the next day to finish. But before I went to bed for the night, I made a sketch of the man
that I saw. The next morning, I was getting dressed for work when my wife watched TV. It was a Saturday morning, and I asked her what she was watching. She said she was watching Poltergeist. She said it's a good movie. I told her that I had never seen it, and I started lacing up my boots. I glanced at the TV and saw something that caught my attention. A familiar looking ghost walked across the road and across walk
I couldn't believe what I saw. I went and got a sketch that I drew from the day before, and I handed it to my wife and I asked her if she could rewind the movie to that scene. She looked from my sketch to the TV and she said, are you sure you haven't seen this movie before. I told her I hadn't, even though the actor looked just like the man in my sketch, I didn't tell her what I saw out the second floor window of the day before. I didn't want to scare her look stupid.
It took about a month or two for me not to get startled whenever I saw a flat brim farmer's hat. In twenty fifteen, my son and I were hunting in south central Colorado. We were tent camping like we always do, and I brought two different propane heaters along with the three cold weather sleeping bags just to be safe. Long story short, Neither heater would work at the elevation that we were at, so we I ended up placing our
heavy duty hunting kots right next to each other. That way we could share the third sleeping bag across the top of us. The low that night was in the upper twenties, but we were okay. Before I went to bed that night, I pumped up the pressure really good in my comb and lantern and I left it on low. I was hanging in a tree in case either of us had to go relieve ourselves in the middle of the night. Around midnight, not long after I fell asleep, I woke up to my son tapping me on my shoulder. Dad,
there's something outside the tent. I can hear it breathing, he said slowly. I reached over and grabbed my nine millimeter off the table next to me. My son's cot was up against the back wall and my cot was next to his. I lay there silently holding my gun, and I could clearly hear something outside breathing. He was right from the angle I was lying in the position of the sounds. I made it the height of our visitor to be in the ten foot range. I could hear the blood pumping in my ears, and I was
on full alert. I told my son to plug his ears. I heard this thing slowly walk around the corner of the tent and then stop. Then I heard a second creature come to the tent from a different angle, and I knew I needed to make some noise. No, no, no, I shouted, making myself known. These things stopped in their tracks right before they cast a shadow onto the side of the tent from the lantern. I heard them slowly back away, but their footsteps weren't heavy like I heard
about in some other stories. When we got up in the morning, I looked around our tent and the frost covered grass, but there was not a single track to be found. I don't have any idea who visited our camp that night, but I do know I've never been so scared in my life. I know what came to your camp. Brother. I'm pretty sure we all know what came to your camp. That's a cool story, scary story. Thank you for sending it. 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 ears and jag 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.