All right, here's a really cool story. I don't know the Oh my gosh, Gema link Jemma get and these chickens are driving me crazy. I'm sending you my story of an interaction I had was something many years ago. I'm sending you. I'm sending you this in a way to get it off my chest. I've only told this story to two people before, one my wife and the other my brother. But I still feel the need to sort
of get it out after all this time. Hold on just a minute, y'all, Gemma get yeah, yeah, yeah, all right there I closed my daughter. Now we shouldn't be interrupted anymore. About twenty eight or twenty nine years ago, I work for a hospital in West Palm Beach, Florida. The hospital has since closed down. I had worked there for a few years and used the same route to go to and from work on every shift.
I lived in Royal Palm Beach at the time. That meant that I drove east to work in the morning in West back home in the afternoon. On this day I was leaving work for home. I had come to know the streets on my drive quite well, and I came to recognize the scenery for example, one house always had kids bicycles in the front yard. They were dropped where they had left them. There was a basketball or two in
the yard, and certain cars in particular driveways. This was the normal scenery for these streets, and I would notice if something was different or unusual. I saw a large, dirty white object to my left up the street. It was not normally there. At first, I thought someone had discarded an old white or tan recliner, or that I was looking at a discarded washing machine. It was far enough away that I couldn't quite figure out what it was yet, and as I got closer to it, it took more and
more of my attention. I just couldn't figure it out. But there was something about it that bothered me. As I got even closer, I continued to look at it and wondered, what the hell is that. I looked in my rear view mirror and I saw no cars were behind me, and I began to slow down to get a better look. When I was several car links from it, I took my foot off the gas and I slowed
down even more. My truck was just coasting now. When I got two or three car links from it, I suddenly realized that the thing that I was looking at was alive. I could see skin in pores, and it looked like a plucked bird. Suddenly the objects seemed to be in hyper detail to me, and I could see skin and pores and wrinkles and grass stains here and there. I thought, this thing can't be real. It can't. But I see skin, and I'm looking at something's back, and it's
huge. It's as big as a washing machine, and it's crouching down. I didn't see arms or legs or a head yet, just the back. When I was ten or twelve feet away from it, looking at its right side and the back of its head, it slowly and very casually turned its head to look at me. I looked directly into its face and eyes, and again everything seemed to come into hyper detail, with its face seemingly to be directed in front of my face. It had jet black eyes, no
visible whites. There was a small straight mouth and slits for nostrils, and black freckles on its face. I don't remember seeing ears or hair. Its face was devoid of emotion, completely blank. I got no sense of male or female. It was intent on me, and then it considered me, and then it dismissed me. I've had years to think about this part of the interaction, and to say it studied me or examine me would be wrong. Is that would imply too much effort. It considered me like I was
a bug on the sidewalk. At this point I felt a slight push or pressure, like someone touching my forehead and upper chest gently with a finger, And I felt and heard this one is of no consequence. The first two words of this kind were implied, but the rest of the thought was clear as a bell. This thing, this not human, not animal, considered me of no consequence. I can't identify this thing, and it doesn't consider me a danger. It doesn't consider my seeing it a threat. It considered
me of no consequence, like that bug on a sidewalk. While this thing was considering me and pushing into my consciousness, I got to look into it, a slight look, but it was a look. This thing was not lost, It was not alien and not scared or hesitant. It was comfortable and confident. It was in its natural habitat where it lived, and it had been in contact with humans before. At no time was I scared during this interaction. I was just confused, never having seen anything like this before,
and I had nothing to compare it to. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought to myself that I can't be seeing this, And even as the truck was still slowly coasting, I closed my eyes for a second and I put my head down, thinking I'm not seeing this. And I picked my head up and I opened my eyes, and what I saw
only makes some sense at all. All these years later, I recently saw video of one of the Navajo rangers and he said that some entities are able to give us what he called snapshot memories or visuals, to substitute for what you were really looking at. And I think that's what happened. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at an Australian shepherd dog. It was black and brown and white and sitting there staring at me. It didn't move, it didn't blink, it didn't sniff, and it definitely was not a
normal dog. I kept looking at it and it never moved, and I watched it in the side view mirror as it faded behind me, and it never moved. It just continued to watch me drive away. I think I might have forgotten about the whole thing if it wasn't for that push and the hearing of that of no consequence, which ended up really angering me at being dismissed like that. And that's the end of the story. Now. I thought this story was appropriate because I I think in New Mexico or Arizona,
there's a story going around of a something streaking out of the sky. Many people saw it, and then there's a call to nine one one from this family who is claiming that something landed in their backyard and there are alien eight or nine foot tall creatures walking around in their backyard. This story seems to be getting traction. It's kind of it's kind of probably semigone viral. We're
hearing a lot of things. There was a whistleblower recently talking about the Roswell incident and that the United States has a spacecraft or some kind of craft built not on this Earth and creatures, or the pilots, at least the pilots of the craft, they're dead, but they have them preserved and are studying them and are trying to reverse engineer the crafts that they commandeered. And this is all interesting and it's almost like after this whistleblower made these revelations. And
I don't know if that if what he's saying is valid. I have no idea, but I'm following the story and trying to figure out, looking at YouTube videos, reading articles, trying to find everything I can. But this is really interesting stuff. There's a video of this family trying to get in their backyard, the one that called nine one one, and they are scared
to death. They they're both all of them are armed, and they're trying to walk in the gate and they keep seeing something and they're backing out and you don't see it in the video anyway, Just to cut to the point, it kind of seems like these incidents are kind of gaining frequency, don't I don't understand it. But you know, the UFO thing has always been interesting to me, but these reports that are coming out are fascinate. And you know what's weird, Nobody cares. Nobody seems to care about it.
It's not front page news. It's not. Of course, there's a lot of things going on in our country, a lot of corruption and things like that, it's not front page news at all. It's like, it's like, I don't know what the deal is, but the news cycle and the news the way people report news is so foreign to what I'm used to all my life. But anyway, I thought this story kind of went along with
or I think current events can compare and contrast to this man's experience. What could that thing have been, I don't know, but it was a fascinating story. Sorry, I'll talk so much after this story, but it's it was really good and I wanted to make sure you heard it. So thanks to the writer for sending it. All. Right, let's see if we
can piss a few people off in this segment of the podcast. I have mentioned before to the greater audience of this podcast that I get crazy emails from people you can imagine, you can just imagine, and I've never really gone into detail about what they say, but I brought a couple up here just to give you a little flavor of the kind of emails that I get. And they make me laugh. And I'm going to read these and kind of respond point by point because they're so absurd it's unreal. I have another one
on my phone. It's the best one I've ever gotten, and I can't seem to transfer it. To my computer. But I will, I will, I'll figure it out and I'll get it in a podcast coming up pretty soon. But here's the first one, and this is this is one of probably three hundred emails I've gotten over the years. The writer says, I have a question for you. You seem pretty balanced and level headed and all that I've heard over the years. I've been a subscriber to your YouTube in
podcast for a couple of years. Thank you very much. I appreciate you subscribing and listening. But why the fascination with Steve Lily? From what I gather, he's a paid sasquatch hit man, That is correct. I have no love for this type of person. He's a cold blooded killer. Or am I mistaken? The fact that you made a channel just for him is beyond me. Are you so desperate for ratings you promote the senseless killing of
an obviously intelligent and feeling being. Okay, you have no idea if this creature, if it even exists, or if it does, if it's intelligent, or if it has feelings. I'm just I'm sorry to pop your bubble there. He goes on to right, if I'm wrong, please educate me. I'm just curious as to your reasoning for the support for Steve. No disrespect meant to you. I love your podcast in videos, but do not get your fascination and I do not get your fascination in support of Steve.
Lily be well. Eric. The only thing I can tell you, Eric, is I write those stories because I want to. How's that. Okay, here's the next one. I have two more. Here's one, y'all. I have a chicken. I'll stop here for just a second. I have chickens in my office. Now. I know y'all think that's funny, but we have been covered up with snakes this year. The last seven days, I bet I have pulled ten or twelve snakes out of my out of
the land boxes. They're not venomous snakes. They're not dangerous. They will bite you. I've been bit in a couple of times. If I had the camera and I'd show you this scab on my hand from where a snake bit me. And I need to look up what kind of snake is. But it's the most common snake in this little local area, at least on my place. But they're these big snakes and they can fit an egg in their mouth. They can eat chicks up to you know, maybe maybe a
couple of months old. And we do have some chicks, but they haven't messed with our chicks, but they're eating the eggs. And so now these chickens are shy of the nesting boxes and they want to come in my office and lay eggs. We're finding eggs everywhere in my lawnmower seat and my tractor's seat. So if you I don't know if y'all can hear that scratching, But she's over there on the plywood floor trying to make a nest, and I'm just gonna let her lay her an egg there, because then that's food
for me. So I'm gonna I'm gonna oblige her. And I've got another one standing right outside the door, kind of scoping things out so that it may get even louder. Okay, let's go to the next email. I've got two more emails. This woman. I think the woman said. I think it's a woman. She says, you've been honest, that you've never had any contact with these beans, and it shows I think that's a I think that's a cut to me. But I'm not gonna lie to you.
I've never seen any sign, never seen a foot, and never seen any evidence of bigfoot. And I am a skeptic. I've said that ever since I started this channel, but I do love the stories on with the email. I've listened to your readings from people and that's fine, but I made the mistake of tuning into your Steve Lily series and I find it horrific and disgusting. These beings are just like people. Some are good and some are
bad. My experience has been good, nothing like what you portrayed. I'm a fifty seven year old Native Mississippian who never ever thought I would experience a relationship other than that, other than with my own family. Please stop vilifying what you know nothing about. It only encourages people to hate and fear what they don't know. I'm speaking from my heart, and I wish you know ill well, ma'am. I wish you no ill either, But you have
no idea what these things are. We don't even have a verified picture photograph of a bigfoot. Now everybody will say we do, but it's not. We don't have us. They've not been studied, they're not recognized by any university, any wildlife agency, and you have no idea. These things could be vicious and they could be eating people if they exist, or they could be Harry and the Henderson's. You don't know, but thank you for the email. You don't have to listen to my Steve Lily stories. And the
reason I write them is because I want to. Okay, here's the last email, and this is part of why I love writing. This is totally This is on the other end of the spectrum, and this is why. Yep, these chickens are getting real lively in here. They're ready to lay some eggs on my floor. They're distracting me. So I'm sorry, but here's a great email. And this is just to show you. On the other end, I get way more of these than I get the negative emails.
I just think the negative emails are so to Chris. But here's what the man writes. My father, staff sergeant. He gives his name. I'm not gonna I'm not gonna say his name. But they're from Detroit and he served in the Marine Corps during Vietnam. He was in six years of combat and he passed away on April eighteen, twenty twenty two. I wanted
you to know how much your show meant to us. His PTSD could get the best of him most days, but your shows with Steve Lily always brought a smile to his face and gave us hours of conversations during his final months on Earth. Sometimes the conversations were hard to come by on my weekly visits with him, but when a Steve Lily episode was published, our weekend conversations
were long and winded. And I can't thank you enough for the good times you gave me with my father towards the end, and I'm forever grateful to you in your podcast, and he says, I'm a fan for life. Kevin, Kevin, this is you know, to get to get an email like this, to actually impress with my crazy, weird imagination with Steve Lily, to impress a staff sergeant who served in the Marine Corps in combat for six years invent now I'm one of the hardest words I think our men ever
had to fight. That means more to me than anything. This man has credit. He has life experience, he knows what life is about. He knows, he knows so much more, has so much more wisdom than any of us, and he got a kick out of the Steve Lily stories, and that's all. Therefore, they're just for you to laugh at, for you to enjoy the action. I know they get violent, but that's part of life. This marine knows that. So that's why I write these and
so and I'm gonna keep writing them. And the reason I write them is I can add one more reason I write these other than because I want to, is that people like this enjoy them. There's a lot of people who enjoy them, and so I'm just going to keep writing them. You don't have to listen to them. So all that to say, I just wanted to give you a little taste to some of the emails. And if I can find that really really alter a crazy one and get it up on my
screen on my computer, I'll read it to you. But just to give you a little taste of some of the people out there and the things that bothered them. I mainly just want to say, just listen to the story or not move on with your life. You don't have to spend that much time thinking about this. Steve Lily is not worth that much depth of thought, it really is it. It's just a silly set of stories about a crazy guy and his crew from Memphis. It's all fiction. None of it
is real. It's not modeled after anybody. The stories are not made to cut into anybody else's yard. It's all just for fun. So I hope you enjoy it. And okay, let's go into another story here. All right, here's an email from Well, she didn't say whether to use your name or not. I guess if I said her name. Well, now, I'm just not going to I'm gonna stick with my policy. But here's what she writes. Two of my granddaughters took my husband and me to the
Gatlinburg, Tennessee to the Bigfoot Conference two years ago. I was gravitated straight to you because I heard your voice. I was pleased with the total package. Well, I guess so, ma'am. I ain't just good looking, I'm smart too. I'm glad she likes the total package. I'm just getting with y'all. I know what she means, but it was I'm trying to I met so many people there that Oh and by the way, I went to the Bigfoot conference in Anniston, Alabama. It was a little lack luster.
There weren't many people there. It's kind of a letdown. Actually, there was like six or eight vendors, and all the people there were nice. I got to meet Chris and Lucas. Lucas my little buddy from Alabama. I got let's see, let me try to remember all the names. I met, met Jay Jeff, I met Jody and Joel. I got to see Nioma and her husband Brad. My good good friend Lenida Bryant. She was there helping organize it. I got to finally meet Mary Katherine Scruggs.
I got to let's see who else. I got to meet Texts from Texas Front Porch where we had some good discussions. And I met two women who have a podcast. They're kind of they're good friends with Texts called Blonds and Booze. They have a paranormal podcast, and I'm gonna link their podcast in the description below and you guys can check them out. A matter of fact, I got one of them to talk to me. Everywhere I go, I carry this little recording device where you can clip a livelier mic on
your shirt and I just hit a button and I can record anything. So if you ever run into me somewhere and you want to tell a story. I've usually got it with me and I can stick it on your shirt and you can tell your story right there, and I'll put it in a podcast because these stories are great. But let's see who else did I meet in anist and I'm trying to run through. If I didn't mention your name, I'm sorry. And the two girls with the Blinds and Boo podcast or Krista
and Brandy, and they're really fun. They're real talkative and fun and friendly and Texas friendly. All these people I got to meet at these conferences is really why I go. I didn't have a booth there. I just kind of showed up and sat with Nielman and got to talk with them and got to meet a few people. So it was a good thing. Okay, back to the story. Almost fifty years ago, I had my experience with
Bickfoot. I remember every minute detail. After the incident, I went to work and I told it and I was laughed at, so I shut up about it. And with that said, I would appreciate being anonymous. Well, you know what, it's a thing I didn't say her name because she did tell me she wanted to be anonymous. We live in a small town outside Kansas City, Missouri, and we bought a small place with several acres surrounded by woods on three sides. I hung a sign on the gate,
and I named our farm. I'm not gonna say the name of her farm because she wants to be anonymous, because there may be some people in the area that have seen this side. But anyway, she hangs a side name in their farm, and she said because it was one of the cheaper spreads. Summer was winding down into fall, and I had canned and frozen a garden bounty, and I made our own butter and I froze it too. It was October and my husband took the pork and beef to the processor and
he told me to clean out the meat freezer before it was ready. There are things the processor sins that I would starve rather than eat, like the heart and the tongue and the brains and the tailbones and such. Always just threw them away. But now we still needed to get a trash pick up. There was a wash just a short distance from the back of my house, and my husband said we could dump the trash down there and we would have a friend of his covered up with a dozer. I threw about twenty
white paper wrapped packages of frozen meat down in that wash. By the way, did I mention that I was pregnant. I was just past eight months pregnant, which meant I made several trips to the bathroom each night. I never turned on the light in my own house, and on my way back to bed, I heard the unmistakable sound of someone in the dump walking over the cans and bottles. I way back through the house and got my husband's sizable battery powered lantern, and I quietly opened one of the new windows in
the nursery. I was twenty five feet higher because the dump was on an incline, and it was thirty yards distancing below me. I saw a dark silhouette standing half turned from me, holding and wrapping the frozen meat from the white butcher's paper, and from my angle, the figure appeared to be six feet or more. I turned on the lantern, and the figure threw up his right arm and turned his face away, and then he bent down and gathered more of the paper wrapped frozen meat, and then it took off down
through the woods. I did not see any clothes on this figure, but it was large and dark, and it was massive. I never saw its face and I did not smell anything. But still this experience changed many things, such as not going out after dark. I never saw anything again. I didn't hear any tree knocks or whoops. I never felt comfortable tilling the garden or doing yardwork after that. Even during the day, I felt like
something was watching me from the woods all the time. I made it a point to feed the animals along before dusk, and I moved shortly after this incident. Now eighty years old, and this incident has caused a lifetime of interest in everything bigfoot. You know, I get that. I get that you see something strange, you see something weird, and you have to find
out what it is because there is no explanation. There would not be more than likely there would not be a person down in the ditch where y'all dumped your trash going through. And you know that meat was probably I don't know if it was at night, it was probably in pretty good shape, but if it was two or three days, it's probably getting kind of randy. You know that meat doesn't stay good if it's out in the heat like that. This sounded like it was in the summertime. So this is a wonderful
story. Eighty years old and that awesome. I love that. I hope I make it to eighty years old. But I love the story and I appreciate the woman sending it. And if I met you at Gatlinburg, I know I enjoyed meeting you, ma'am. It was a pleasure to meet you. And I was just joking about the total package. I know what you meant. That was kind of ugly for me to say, but I always said to my wife. She goes, you know, you look nice in
that shirt. To down I always go, I ain't just good looking, I'm smart too, and she goes, I shrike, You're the total package. And then I'll leave. And this is kind of a joke between us. So I'm sorry if I offended you, but I was just playing. But thank you man for the story. It was wonderful. All right. Here's an email I thought was great. Here's what they write. I had something happened that changed my view of the world back in April of twenty eleven.
At the time, I was living in a small house in a residential area of Kocomo, Indiana, which is a bit north of Indianapolis as the crow flies in my house, it was just me and my black and tan docks and named Scooter, and Scooter has since crossed over the Valhalla Bridge. But in that time and all the way up to his passing, he was a faithful and loyal companion to me. He really seemed to like running around in my small and close backyard like a nut until he was out of breath.
However, he also very much liked riding in cars and when I would go to McDonald's for food, because he knew he was going to get some tasty French fries as a treat. One of our favorite things we do together would be the occasional camping day on a three and a half acre parcel of land that I owned and still do that lays to the east. For privacy concerns, I won't say exactly where my land is, but I will say that it is out past Greentown, Indiana, and I'll leave it at that.
On this particular outing, it was for a single day with my intention to stay from Saturday evening until earlier or midday Sunday, depending on my move. So I loaded up my camping stuff and Scooter jumped into the passenger side and took his rifle place next to his daddy. So I drove until reaching the entrance of the rival road, which went almost the whole way to the
back of my property. And on the left driving in, there was a row of fence posts, while on the right is a line of pine trees that are right up close to one another, and that being the case, a lot of sunlight does not get in through there. I drove back that stretch of gravel road until coming to a small grassy field that I had cleared
out in the past. I got out of the car and I let Scooter out to sniff and play, which was his usual routine, although he never went for most of the time, and if Daddy called him back, he would come running. So I put up a heavy doody tent that I had and I placed my sleeping bag inside, along with my ice cooler and a
couple of matching small plastic dishes for scooters food and water. And once everything was done, I got out my old and worn acoustic guitar, and then I took a seat in the folding chair, and this was right next to a fire pit that I had made and surrounded with large rocks, I think. For the next forty five minutes or so, I played my guitar and
I sang some of my favorite rock and roll songs. Now I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but I do rather enjoy singing anyhow, And the only one subjected to it at the time we're Scooter and any birds or other woodland creatures hanging around. The sun started getting lower overhead and night was well on its way. I had some season firewood that I had previously chopped up and left it in the trunk of my car until this day. I brought it out and placed my heavy metal cooking grate over the top, and
I got the fire going. It wasn't long until I had a decent fire going. And by that time I had pork chops in the skillet and two big cans of baked beans and a heavy cooking pot, and there was enough room on the metal grate where both could cook at the same time. And by this time the sun was pretty much set and it was much beyond the
fire. Nothing was visible with the human eye. While the porch shops and baked beans were cooking, I went into my tent I got out a small portable cutting board, which I had brought with me to cut up my potatoes and onions and carrots. At that time, my eyebought scooter at the rear of the tent. He was laying on a sleeping bag where my head would be if I were in it. While I looked at him, and then I dutifully returned to cutting up my veggies because they would go real good with
the pork shops and baked beans. My mother always said to eat your vegetables, and I surely wasn't about to disappoint my mother, whether I was a grown man or not. I got everything cut up on the board, and I figured I should better check up on those pork shops and that they probably needed to be flipped in the skillet. Imagine my surprise when I got out of the tent and I saw that both the skillet and the pork shops and the cooking pot with my baked beans were nowhere in sight. I was thinking,
what the fiddle sticks? Is somebody out here pranking me? I looked around the fire as best I could by the firelight, and I didn't see a dang thing. Where was my food? I was mad. I remember not only thinking that in my head, but saying it out loud. I finally went back inside the tent. I brought my vegetables out and carefully placed them on the metal grade as best as I could. I think about a third of the carrots and potatoes and onions fell through the slots and into the
fire, so that made me even more mad. Once it was done, I sat in my chair near the fire and I grumbled to myself about what could have possibly been a delicious meal. The only other things I had to eat besides Scooter's food, and I wasn't about to eat that well. Besides his food and a banana and a granola bar, I ate both of them.
After eating what few veggies I had left, I got out the guitar again, and I made up a sad song on the fly by my food and how I was not happy that I didn't have it in my mouth and belly where it belonged. I would say that. After another fifteen or twenty minutes, I got up and I went to the tent. I tried to get Scooter to go out and do his business, but he wasn't having any of that. No amount of coaxing would get him to do anything. He just lay there on the sleeping bag with his chin on top of it.
Well, I said to him and myself, Okay, if you don't want to go, so don't go. So I lay down on the sleeping bag and Scooter repositioned himself next to my head. I know I had to have drifted off to sleep, because when I'm relaxed, it's usually not long until I am sound asleep. But I was woken up by a metallic banging sound. It was so loud and when it happened, it probably woke up people in the next county that were asleep at the time. Scooter gave out two
half hearted barks, then he stopped. Usually the noise like that would have him barking his head off, but no two barks, and that was I yelled, hey, who's out there? I really did not know what to think, and I had different ideas in my head, like maybe it was someone playing a prank on me, or could it somehow be a coyote or a cow that got out of the pasture. I had no good idea of
what really was going on out there beyond the walls of my tent. But after regaining some composure, I clicked a little led blue light on my digital watch and the time read one fifty seven am in the morning. I waited and listening for a bit longer and more complete silence. I think I had fallen back to sleep somehow, and it must have been because even with this
weirdness, I didn't feel like I was in danger. I woke up again later and heard what sounded like heavy sticks or tree limbs being beaten on a nearby tree, and as shortly afterwards, I heard the same sound coming back from farther away. What in the world a Jimmy crickets is going on out there? I thought. I pushed a button on the side of my watch again and the led like did what it was supposed to, and now it said three twelve am. I didn't think I would be able to get back
to sleep at this point. I was fuming again, thinking about those pork chops and baked beans I paid for and never got to taste. I was thinking this and a couple other random thoughts when I began hearing heavy footsteps around my tent and do what I thought must have been circling it. Now this might be speculation, but I think whatever was doing this was purposefully being loud and annoying, maybe to see how I would respond. I don't know.
But then I heard something grunting, and that really put me on edge. Scooter was now trying to climb under me and pawing like docsins are known to do. Now I was thinking, did I need some kind of weapon for protection, because I'm not a gun guy, nor have I ever been. I did have a small kitchen knife that I used to cut up the vegetable, so I kind of fumbled around inside the tent until I felt the plastic handle, and then I clutched it to my chest. Now, don't any
of y'all worry. I could feel around and Scooter was safely off to my side. It was now when I was hearing the footfalls of something I knew was on two legs, and that deep guttural grunting had me completely stationary, like I was a statue. And then I heard what sounded like a tuba blast. I kid you not. It was quiet for a few more seconds, and then another deep blast that could only be a fart of monumental proportions.
It was surreal, and I was on one hand completely terrified, and on the other to my childish sense of humor, it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard. Whatever it was, it kept going around my tent and every saw often letting out a huge, deep fart that lasted from a few seconds to several depending on whichever fart was coming out at the
time. Well, I bent down on my lip and tongue to stifle a lap because I really really had wanted to do that, and I finally heard one more huge fart, and this one was by far the loudest and probably lasted a good twenty seconds or so. It didn't shake my tent, but I surely smelled what had to be the remains of my baked beans, along with the skunky and garbage smell. And then everything went back to complete and utter silence. I heard nothing more the rest of the night, and when
the sun came up, I went outside with Scooter. He was more than ready to do his business then, and while he was having his morning and routine, I saw my heavy cooking pot. It had a huge dimple in the side and the metal grate was now completely off the rocks around the fire pit that it had been perched on. Clearly whatever or this was had stolen my food and then thanked me by smashing my pot against my great I quickly
packed everything up in scooter and I boogie it on out of there. I've returned to my land several times and I never have seen or heard anything like I did that night. Oh and also I never did find my cast iron skillet. Oh, this was a great story. This guy doesn't have he had a full blown encounter. He doesn't have PTSD, doesn't have any trouble with it. And he kind of made light of his story and added some humor to it, and I love that and I appreciate the way he wrote
it. Such a good story. I'd love to hang around this guy. He's got a great attitude. Hasn't seen anything since, and I guess that's a good thing. Thank you, sir for the story. At the beginning of this podcast, I told you guys that I got to sit down with Krista of the Blond and Booze podcast. I asked, I said, do you have a story that I could mike you up and you could tell a story for our audience. And she goes, oh, yeah, yeah, I've got a bunch of them. She goes, you want to hear one?
I said, man, let's do it. So her and I walked out to a picnic area outside the conference and we were outside. You're gonna hear some outside noises and stuff, and I think that's kind of cool. Anyway. She tells a story of how they encountered what she believes as an actual demon, and it's a bit haunting. I'd love to do a bunch of these if anybody lives close to me and they want me to, they want to meet somewhere and let me mike you up. You can tell you
whole story. You can go an hour if you want to and tell us all about your experiences. I'll record them, put them on the podcast, and we'll go from there. But this will be the last part of the podcast. Thank you all for joining us, and I hope you enjoy Christa's story. My name is Christa Tweety and I'm with Bonds and Booze paranormal podcasts and we'd um a little bit of everything. But I got into this by doing ghost stuff, paranormal type stuff. We um been doing that for twenty
years and I've always been a believer in the odd stuff. But um, you care if I ask questions? Yeah? Ask them? Yeah? So what got you interested? What? What piqued your interest in all the supernatural kind of stuff and the supernatural kind of stuff. I've just seen things, weird stuff my whole life, and I wanted answers. And it wasn't until um, like, my grandmother passed away and she used to do a lot of weird stuff. She had crystals and things like that, and I just
called him rocks. I was like, you're silly, you know for having things like that. But uh so, I just I just came to love it. And it was until she actually passed away that I found a lot of her stuff, her books. She had books on big Foot, she had books on go she had big books on metaphysics, a little bit of everything. So it's a family, it is, it is. And I always thought she was crazy, you know, and uh I realized that that I think right now honestly, she's she's passed and I feel like I live
vicariously like through her. She's you know, she helps to guide me. And I actually know she does because the story I'm going to tell you, she was a huge part of that. After she had passed, so it was so this was back in two thousand and eighteen. I know, like I said, always done the ghost thing. We UM there's been several cases that we've done and people have reached out and they don't get the right help. And and a lot of them when somebody says, you know, it's
a negative type entity, people are scared. Who's going to help these people? If there's not people out there like myself to do that. So I took it upon myself. I started studying demonology and I studied under Jeremy Leonard. We'll wait till that goes by edit about leon but uh, I studied demonology under Jeremy Leonard and he's still to this day someone who I can reach out to if I if I need to, yes, yes, and he he's the Cajun demonologist and he uh, he's helped me out a lot.
But this one particular case, I've got a friend who um his name is is uh Tony Pickman, and he's the one that made uh the Sally House and Atchison Kansas kind of put that one on the books. UM TV show sightings was when he first got his notoriety. So Tony also does the bad stuff, and um, he kind of recruited me to help him out on he had an upcoming case and he told me it's true demonic entity. And
uh, you know that's another thing. I'll back up. A lot of people, you know, say, oh, I have a demon in my house. No, you don't. Demons are out there, however, they're few and far between. So, um, just because you know you have doors opening or something like that, you know, it could be just Grandma Sue trying to get your attention. You know. It's not always a bad thing, but this one dead Grandma Sue. Dead Grandma Sue. Yeah, he asked me to help him with this case, and it's like, you
know, of course I'm in you know. So the lady m backstory on this location. The lady is one of the survivors of the BTK Killer, the serial killer from Whichita Kansas and the and the the boyfriend he was. He had done twenty seven years in prison for murder. He was one of the M thirteen gang members. We didn't know that until we got there, you know, and then ended up where it goes back. Don't judge a book by its cover, because I mean, granted, I don't agree with
what he did, but he changed his life around. And and they were good people, you know, just scared. And the man was probably I would say, a good three fifty four hundred pounds. And he was thrown in the room and that's where they reached out. And we're like, okay, this a little more than Casper here, you know. So and and Tony had told me that it's it's definitely, you know, something something negative. You know, he's being thrown the whole nine yards. So we do
it. We do it. We go in and we do baseline readings and walk through and I can usually I can pick up when there's a ghost or you feel it, yes, and so um and same thing with demons. When it's a true demon, I get dizzy. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Walk through that whole house and nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing. And I told Tony there's nothing here, you know. So um, I have a bad habit. I smoked cigarettes and my friend Kathy and
I went outside to smoke, and so I told Tony nothing here. You know, I'm not picking up on nothing. So I don't know if they're b s and us or just to get us here or what And that also happens because Tony is a well known investigator, and that's happened with him too. You know, people say they have something just to get them there.
So they had a shout out back and it was probably twenty feet away from us, and strang to it. Walked down there to it, my friend Kathy and myself, and something came out and swooshed us, knocked us both to the ground. True story. So I told Kathy, I said, well, I'm going to stay out here and you go in and casually tell Tony renege on my words, we found it. So Tony he has abilities himself, and he didn't have the abilities until he lived in the Sally House.
And his abilities are just phenomenal. I mean he can name your great great grandma by name. I mean, he's just he's amazing. And so he came outside and I told him, you know what happened, Kathy and I did. We're a little shook up, you know, And he kept reminding me no fear, We showed no fear to these things. And we went inside casually and the lady, she's Their house too was very dark and somber. But their house was very you know, they kept the shades drawn
and it was just just a really dark house. You know, a lot of depression and stuff going on there. And so we went inside and Tony had the ladies sit down and he told her what he was going to do. And when we go in and do this, it's literally it's full on prayers. You know, before we go. There's preparation. You know, you have to be right with God number one. You know, we don't
go in like if we're sick or you know, anything like that. We're totally you know, you have to be stand your ground, you know. And so Tony told me, he said, I'm gonna call it in. He said, I need you to stand here at this hallway and don't let it through. I'm like, okay, and he said he he said, I got you. He said, just no fear. So he started taunting and finally got it to come in the back door, which was led. There was a hallway there. Literally this thing came in and I could feel
the breath. It was this close to my face. I could feel the breath of this thing. Yes, it was literally that close breathing in my face. This creature was right there in my face. Yep, within probably three seconds, Tony said move and I moved to the side. He came in. He held that lady's hands, and myself and Kathy we started praying over them, and and Tony he he just goes into this place. Well in the meantime, the lady she's lashing out things, saying things that she
shouldn't know. That only something from the other side about all of us, you know. And that's the thing with the demonic. They know everything about you. Your deepest, darkest secrets they can come out, and so you need to trust the people you're with, you know. We kept praying, and what I'm going to tell you, unless you witness it, people think I am full of crap, but I swear it on the Holy Bible is one hundred and ten percent true. We started watching slashes like invisible razor blades
coming onto Tony. His head started bleeding, his arms were being torn up by excuse me, and some unknown force. Our praying got more and more, you know, I started doing our Father, who aren't Heaven? You know, and it was it was more forceful, and after a few minutes, like you see, you you only hear about it on the TVs where like the house gets lighter and brighter. That happened. I witnessed God come in that house that night. The whole atmosphere changed, their attitude changed.
It was unbelievable in just a few minutes of what happened. But I witnessed it, and God is my witness. It is one hundred and ten percent the truth. And to this day, you know, I had I had talked to them. We don't just like, okay, we're done, we're leaving. We stay in contact, make sure everything's going okay. I told her, I, so you need to open your house, you know, you need to let some sun in and and you know, open your windows, get some fresh air in here, and and things like that. And
that lady she went on to um uh try out for American Idol. She didn't get it, she didn't get on there. But the fact that she got out of her house and she went and did that, you know, and and uh, and he now preaches whatever I'll do. These these questions are just but so this line kind of just shows up and you think it's the Lord. Yeah, and so the demon's fleet is that I know what happened. So the cutting and stuff was that just something that was it was
attacking Tony because actually really getting cut. Yes, so he had wounds, He had wounds, scar wounds and on top of this, he was not even holding across nothing the palm of his hand. He had a burnt and cross. Do you have scars to this day from that? Well, that happens to him when he does these negative cases. So that's we knew it was coming. We knew it was going to happen, but for me that that was the first time I actually witnessed it with him and this happening.
You almost did an exorcism in this house. We did. That is phenomenal. Yeah, we did. So you can't tell the exact location, what state we're Selena, Kansas, Santas. Yeah, and it was it was I witnessed evil, true evil, and then I witnessed God, the power of God. Yeah. And they are living, you know, like good Christian life. They're good people. You know at one time they weren't. Now there are a lot of people who will say it's like you mentioned when
you were talking that it's like Grandma can contact you. There are a lot of people. I've done a little bit not in death reading and listening to podcasts yeah, I've done a little reading on it. There are a lot of people who will say that is a damon these these entities. A lot of people believe that that you're coming in contact with Yeah it's my grandma. No, it's not. A lot of people believe that. I don't. Don't think that. I don't. I don't I believe so goest to me.
They're stuck here. They they have not crossed over for whatever their reason. A spirit is different. That is grandma or you know, a past loved one, or they can come and go. They check on us, you know, they're you know, when you lose someone, they're they're always with us. You know, you just have to think about them. And that's the spirit side where they've crossed that they can come back. And that's what my grandma is. She she she was there that night. Yeah. So it's a crazy stuff.