We Could Feel the Ground Shake When He Walked Away! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 138

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Thumb of Michigan in the Lower Peninsula. I am in my early thirties.
I'm a millennial. I was born here in Michigan. I've lived here most
of my life. I traveled a bit around the world. I haven't been
too far, but I have enjoyed this state for all of its ups and
downs my entire life. It's a beautiful place. You can do almost any
kind of outdoor activity you want, you just think about it, and you
could do it. There's skiing and fishing, and so Michigan is a great
place, and I've always loved this place and I wouldn't want to live anywhere
else. But the first sighting happened when I was a young man in Michigan.
But it was during the summer. It was very, very hot.
And I was born in nineteen ninety one, and this happened when I was
about thirteen, fourteen years old, So I was quite an adventurous young man.
I grew up on a farm. I'm a fifth generation farmer. It's
kind of in the blood. At this point. I don't think I could
do anything else. It's a wonderful life. It's not an easy life necessarily,
but it is a wonderful life. And one afternoon, this had to
have been in August, back in possibly two thousand and four, two thousand
and five, I was about thirteen, fourteen years old. It's kind of
Oh, it's one of those memories that you you don't exactly remember the numbers,
but you remember what happened, You remember the pictures, you remember the
colors, you remember you were there, you know, So this one afternoon
in the summer. We have in our area lots and lots of farms.
It's way out in the country that the nearest town is twenty five hundred people,
maybe three thousand people max population. So everybody out here is a farmer,
and everybody knows each other. It's a very nice community. That afternoon,
I think I had gotten done with my work and I wanted to go
hunt for mushrooms. Now, there are lots of fields out here. There's
lots and lots of fields, lots of farms and little farms here and there.
I mean, all the houses aren't they're not all jammed close together,
but you've got three or four neighbors on each mile. But there's also big
stands of trees, and they're not necessarily super old growth forests, but there's
forests in between, small forests. I don't know if you'd even call it
a forest, but patches of trees here and there that are in between the
farms and the farmhouses. And in one of these big acreages of trees,
there was and is still to this day, the County gravel Pit. And
this gravel pit, I mean, it was a fun place when you were
a kid, you know, there was giant puddles of tadpoles you could play
with, and if anybody's ever seen a gravel pit, you kind of have
a picture in your mind of what it looks like. It's about two stories
of you know, two stories in the air of raw dirt and dirty sand
that you can use for phil for backfill, you know. So it's nothing
super special, but it was a place for us kids to go and play.
So that afternoon, after I'd gotten done with my work and I was
free, you know, he cut me loose. I wanted to go back
to that gravel pit and look for mushrooms. Now I don't even remember if
it was the proper time to look for morels, but my grandma had taken
us back there when we were little to for mushrooms, and I don't even
know if it was the right time of year, but I had it in
my head that I was going to go look for mushrooms that day. So
I hopped on the four wheeler and I drove back to the gravel pit.
I was just kind of poking around. I drove the four wheeler up on
top of the big burm of sand and you know, throwing rocks. Just
being a kid looking for mushrooms didn't really morel's, you know. But I
wasn't having much luck with the mushrooms. Of course, I don't think they
were season I was just a kid. But I was up on top of
this burm of sand, kind of hunched over on, you know, looking
on the ground, looking for mushrooms. And I know it sounds very cliche,
but this burm of sand, you know, it's about two stories up
in the air, and you can drive up on it. It's not super
steep. But then there's the low area where the pit begins and where the
drive is to come into the pit, and there was this patch of about
waist high grass, you know, because they didn't really maintain the grass around
the pit, so it all grew up. It grew up all year round,
and nobody really we'd whipped the grasses and the trees around the pit.
So it was kind of wild back there. But so I was hunched over
looking at the ground, looking for mushrooms. And again, I know it
sounds cliche, but I heard a branch break, I heard a twig snap,
and I stood up and I turned around and I looked down at the
area where the pit begins, in the low level area where you drive into
the pit. And it was standing there and it was looking up at me.
Now, you know, when you see a person, I mean you
maybe you see an average person and just walking down the sidewalk, and they
may be one hundred feet away, you can still look at their face and
see their features. Generally, you can see what color their hair is.
You can see what clothes they're wearing. You can see if they're rank jeans
or shorts or shoes. You know, you could make out these kind of
descriptors on your average joe. Even from one hundred feet away, you can
kind of tell. However, I was a bit high up in the air
on this berm, and this creature was maybe one hundred feet maybe one hundred
and twenty feet away from me. It was standing in the waist high grass
right by the driveway that comes into the pit, and it was staring at
me. Well after I stood up and I studied what it was going on
for a minute, and I looked at this thing, and I tell you,
I mean, it didn't They say that some of these things have cone
heads, and they say that some of these things don't have much of a
neck. Well, this one really did not have much of a neck.
It really looked like its head was planted right on top of its shoulders.
And I could really only see from about the belly button up because of the
tall grass, so I didn't see any breasts. I don't think it was
a female, but it was. It was black as coal from head to
toe. This creature was black as coal. The fur looked very consistent.
Didn't look like its fur was spotty or like it had mange or anything.
But what concerned me the most about the whole situation was, at first I
stood up. I thought, oh, it's a person. You know,
you're just a kid, you don't think too hard about this stuff. And
you say, you know, it must be someone just watching me, someone
coming to see what's going on. Well, I called out, I said,
hello, how are you well? You know, what do you need?
And I waved with my right hand, and this thing, this is
kind of the creepier part, I guess, is it didn't really answer me.
It didn't make much of a movement at all. It just stared at
me for a few more seconds, and then it turned and it walked through
the grass back into the deeper part of the woods where the trees were.
You know, when you're a kid, you don't really you got so many
other things on your mind, the toys you want to ask for for Christmas,
what's going to happen at school, what's going to happen on the weekend.
So I guess when I was thirteen, fourteen years old, I didn't
really think of it very much. I kind of put this encounter into the
back of my head, and I really must looking back now, I have
to admit I think it might have been a juvenile one. I think it
might have been a teenager that was curious, a teenage, you know,
squatch, that must have been curious that I was there. It seemed like
it was just watching me and just curious about me. It didn't really make
any gestures that were threatening. It didn't bear its teeth, it didn't move
its arms and wave at me, just stared at me. And when I
acknowledged it, it turned around and walked back into the woods, and it
didn't sound very heavy. So I guess, you know, as I kind
of got older, I didn't really think very much of this encounter because it
really wasn't that frightening or out of the ordinary, so to speak. But
you grow up and you get older, of course, as one does,
and nothing we can do about that. But other things take precedent in the
front of your mind, and you shove these thoughts and these experiences. You
kind of shove them in a box, and you put that box in the
corner somewhere on a dusty shelf. You know, you think, oh,
well, that wasn't really anything to be considerate of in the now and the
here and where I am, so you don't think of it. Well,
that encounter happened when I was a young man, and I have had other
supernatural type experiences where I've seen things, but I you know, this isn't
the time for that, so I'm not going to talk about those. But
I do truly wonder if there are some people on this planet, on this
earth that are maybe destined to have these experiences. Maybe they're maybe their vibration
is a little bit closer. Maybe that's why they can see these things and
why these things appeared to them. I don't know. I really don't know
why. But moving on, that was my first encounter when I was a
young man, back in two thousand and four, and then, really,
like I said, it just happened in bright, sunny summer afternoon, must
have been in August, I think in twenty in two thousand and four,
and it just came and went and never really had much of a precedent in
my life or mind. You know. I never really thought much of it.
And of course, you know, I did enjoy as I got older,
I did learn to enjoy some monster movies and other movies like that,
but like Godzilla, I do enjoy Godzilla. Some of these older monster movies
are really entertaining, but I never really was super frightened of them, nor
did I take them. I never really took them very seriously. It was
just for entertainment, you know, So I wasn't obsessed. I was never
really obsessed with scary movies any time. When that happened, it wasn't really
on my radar. I had lots of other things to think about. So
then I got older, and I did enjoy some scary movies and some scary
books. But then I kind of grew out of that time and I discovered
these podcasts on YouTube here where people talk about their experiences and people share what
they've seen, and it can be very discouraging. You can be very discouraging
when you never really went looking for anything like this to happen. You know,
I can safely say before my first experience, I never really cared about
this kind of thing. It was never really on my mind. I didn't
really watch movies that were scary before that point. My parents didn't let me.
You know, I raised in a very good household, kind loving parents,
and they didn't allow bad media, scary media to come into our lives.
So really I didn't really think about that kind of thing, and I
definitely wasn't looking for an experience on that day. So no, it wasn't
at the front of my mind at all. But again, growing up,
getting older and discovering some of these internet podcasts where people talk about these things,
it becomes interesting. It became interesting to me, and believe it or
not, you know, one day I was listening to a podcast and someone
was talking about how they described the creature they cited as having no neck and
being black as coal. You know, now that I think of it,
even the eyes were black. Of course, you know, the first experience
that I had happened in the daytime, so there wasn't any chance for reflection,
but everything about it was just dark, black as coal, this whole
creature head to toe. I assume I didn't see beyond the belly button down,
but I assume the whole thing was black as coal. No tail,
no tail, very very rounded head, no pointy ears. So this memory
kind of, this memory kind of came back out of that dusty box in
the corner of the room, and I realized one day that, yeah,
I actually did have a sighting of something that I couldn't quite explain, and
this is the best way I could explain it. This is the most logical
thing I could come to. And of course it didn't end there. So
two thousand and four, we fast forward, went to college. Didn't do
too much with college. I worked several jobs here and there in different factories,
and after a while I realized that I couldn't do much else. I
think or it's in the blood. It's not really something you can walk away
from. It's either you want to do you want to do the farming,
or you want to walk away from it. It's one or the other.
It's a love or a hate kind of situation. And I realized, you
know, fairly on that I hate working for people who don't even know my
name and people who treat me like a number. People would never say thank
you or good job. So I went back to the farm and I decided
to build my life here. You know, I didn't really move very far,
but I never I never craved to be in the big city and make
thousands of dollars. No, I just wanted to be left alone. I'm
one of those I'm one of those guys. I guess you could say I
just like to be left alone. And fast forward from two thousand and four.
When my first experience happened, Like like I said, I put it
in the back of my head and I never really thought about it until years
and years later, moved down the road from the farm, decided that's what
I wanted to do with my life, and started working the farm. I
found a lovely girl, and she became my wife, my better half.
Honestly, she's a very very lovely, kind woman. She hasn't asked for
much, so I very enamored with her. And she's not in a how
do you say not a She's not a person who dabbles with magical thinking too
much. She's also quite logical, like I am, so I think that's
part of why we work so well together. Pretty logical people. We don't
think too far outside of the box, I suppose. But so some of
these experiences. Actually, the next two happened after I got married, and
my wife was present for both of these experiences. I did ask her if
she wanted to be a part of this talk, but she refused, and
God bless her, I think she's a little too nervous for that. She's
kind of shy, so but she would vouch for me, and she would
say the same thing that I'm going to say here. We both talked it
over the other the other night, and she thinks this is probably a good
idea to talk about this stuff and get this stuff out there so people can
hear that they're not alone. And that's the majority of my purpose for sharing
what other experiences I have too. People need to be able to share their
stories without feeling ashamed or scared, because again, a lot of these people
who've had these experiences didn't necessarily go out in the woods and baying baseball bats
together and use a mega horn and try to call them in like they're hollering
for a pig, you know, there's people get a little silly, They
get a little carried away with that. Some of us people that have had
these experiences, never wanted anything to do with it, and some of us
wish that we never had these experiences. But lo and behold, strange things
have a way of finding their way to you sometimes. So this next experience
happened in twenty fifteen. Like I was saying before, over the years I
had grown up, gone to college, wasted enough of my time with college,
and I did learn how to weld, and I enjoy welding quite a
bit. It's really fun. It's really really fun, but it's really hard
on your body, and all structures were really small. Guys, but they
had very, very very thick what they would call coke bottle glasses, so
their eyes were cooked pretty bad. And that always steered me away from doing
it professionally. I always wanted to, I wanted to know the knowledge that
came with it. I just didn't necessarily want to do it for anyone but
myself. So I did learn a few things from college, but I brought
those skills back to the farm. So married moved down the road. Wife
and I haven't started our family yet. There's no little people around yet.
And I guess this experience happened at night, it's happened. When was this?
Was this later in the year. I think this was more in the
spring time of twenty fifteen. I do believe it was more in the spring.
Everything was still green, wasn't snow on the ground. But I'll have
to say, the way that we set up our home, you know,
once we had gotten married and we were lucky enough to buy a double wide,
I set it up, possibly on a strange angle, but the way
we had this house set up, you could see for miles and I really
appreciated that. I liked the view a little bit better, so I could
see where things were coming. Now, everything out here in the Thumb as
flat as a pancake, most all of it. All the land out here
is very flat, very flat. So besides the patches of trees and small
little forests here and there, it's quite flat. So you can see quite
far. And this particular evening, yeah, this was before we even had
our first boy, before we had our first child. My wife and I
were just kind of putting around the house. I think we were getting ready
for bed, getting some snacks or something from the pantry. I think I
was getting some snacks. And the room where the pantry is has a window
that faces this patch of woods. And this patch of woods is down the
road, not even a quarter mile, and then there's a four way road.
You take that four way to the left another half a mile and you're
closer. So it's like if you follow the road on the shape of an
L, you'd run right past this patch of woods. But it was quarter
mile away, maybe half a mile away from our house, no more about
a quarter It was just not as far as I have And I was looking
out the window because something kind of caught my eye that night, and it
was I don't know if it was a full moon. I think it was
a fading moon. It was not super bright, but you could still see
a little bit, so I think the moon was fading. But anyways,
I looked out the window and at this patch of trees down the road about
half a mile and there's nothing blocking my vision to see this patch of trees.
But these trees, I don't think they were They weren't very old trees.
There weren't very many big ones in there. There were not very many
big trees in there, but there were a few. There was a couple
of good, big oak trees. And this patch of wood is on the
same I mean as the crow flies. It's the same direction as this gravel
pit where I had my first sighting. It's kind of in the same general
area over there. And if you ask me, I think the patches of
trees are connected, and they run over there by the pit, and I
don't go there. I'll tell you later. There's some good reasons why I
don't go into those woods. But anyways, so I noticed this patch of
woods and there were two lights red, very red. Now I know they
say that sometimes these squatches can be accompanied by orbs, and the more I
think about it, the more I think that might be actually what was going
on, because these red lights were shimming up and down the trees. There's
two of them right next to each other. And it was the strangest,
strangest thing I think I'd almost ever seen. Now. I've seen some strange
things in the sky, I really have. I've seen some very strange things,
but that was pretty strange. And these two red lights, they weren't
blinking, but they were kind of fading. How do you say in and
out from brighter to less bright. And these two lights were shimming up and
down these trees, and they were going up and down at the same speed,
and then down and up at different speeds, and they would alternate.
And I mean, I really didn't know what to make of it. I
stood there at the window, you know, in the house. I did
not know what it was. I mean, we have these big power lines
out here and they have red lights on them, but these lights were moving
up and down, and they weren't strobing the way that the tower lights move
red red, red red lights. And I thought to myself, well,
it must be a cherry picker. Maybe there's a team with the cherry picker
out there, because those cherry pickers have lights on them, you know,
those big telephone equipment machines. But that wouldn't make any sense because why would
they be moving the bucket up and down that fast? Why would they be
moving the bucket like that? You'd shake the guy silly. So I stood
there standing. I think I might have been in my pajamas. I think
we were getting ready for bed, like I was saying. And I called
my wife over says, hey, what do you see? And she kind
of stopped, stared out the window, and her mouth kind of popped open
for a second. She goes, I don't know what that is. And
we both kind of stood there flabbergasted for a little bit, and we didn't
know, and we still don't know. But I'll say this, that patch
of trees actually belonged to my family. And my dad had me take the
excavator. We have some equipment, and I pushed down all those trees a
few years ago to make more room for some farm land. You know,
the farmers are hurting. They really need as much land as they can get,
and I think he wants to maximize his land. It was a pretty
small patch of trees, but it was pretty close to the house in a
way, in its own way as the crow flies, you know, that
was really strange. That was really strange. It wasn't like the lights that
are on the telephone towers or the radio towers. It was not like those
lights. Now, if you ask me, in my mind, I could
picture if you could picture a bear, you know, hugging a tree with
all four of its limbs and shimming up and down a tree. If it
had a red light on its head, that was going lighter and brighter.
Maybe that's what it could have been. No, I don't know exactly.
I think it was some kind of orb. Both of those had to have
been some kind of orb. Maybe it was two juvenile squatches that were playing
in the trees. But that is not where it's not where the story ends.
Not where the story ends. So that was strange, and you could,
I guess, you could argue one way or the other that oh,
you were seeing things, or maybe it was just the the tower lights.
But I will say this, those lights never appeared in that spot again until
the forest was torn down later that year. In twenty fifteen, we planted
corn around our home, Like I said, the little double wide on the
lot there, and this house was surrounded on three sides by corn. So
I really don't care for when that happens. I don't care when that happens
because the corn gets quite tall. The corn can grow up to eight feet
tall sometimes, and I'm a fairly big guy. I'm over six feet I'm
about six two, So tall corn isn't necessarily intimidating, I wouldn't say.
But what makes me nervous is how well it can provide cover or concealment.
Things can get right up into your yard and you won't see them until they
pop out of the corn. That's what concerns me. So this home was
surrounded on three sides by this tall corn, and the corn can sometimes grow
up to be about eight feet tall. And me, myself is never a
very small person, so I'm about six foot two inches tall, and the
corn being tall never really intimidated me too much. But the logical concern was
always about what the corn could hide. And you know, I love having
chickens. You know, I enjoyed my chickens very much, and I've always
been on guard to see what could get into my yard. I don't really
have a fence, but it's so open out here except when there's corn,
you can see for a long way. But I have to be protective and
I have to be on guard to make sure my chickens are safe too.
So I never really liked it when the corn was planted around the house like
that, especially at noight. Oh my goodness, at no heat at noight.
It really give you the hebgbis it really? It's spooky. You know
that the corn doesn't have eyes, but it feels like the corn is looking
at you, and the light of your porch never cuts very deep into the
corn. Never you'll hear deer. Sometimes, if you're unlucky, you'll hear
some raccoons fighting, and they boy, they throw a fuss. Raccoons really
make a lot of noise when they fight. But if you've lived out here
and you've heard these things before, you know, oh, that's just raccoons.
So you kind of become accustomed. I'm not a super big hunter,
but I can still identify some tracks. I can still look at what's happened
in the grass and say, Okay, this is a betting area or this
is a whatever kind of area where they lay down for the night. You
know, you can kind of learn to read the ground a little bit.
And the raccoons, gosh, they just tear things up. But this was
another year. This was another year when we had decided to plant corn around
this property. So twenty twenty, okay, yes, yes, the red
lights in the trees was back in twenty fifteen. Twenty twenty was when we
had our encounter in the corn. That was in November. That would have
to have been in November of twenty twenty, because we didn't have all the
corn taken off, yet we still had some corn that was left standing.
It was either late November or early October. I don't think it was anywhere
near close to Halloween, but it was the end of October the beginning of
November. There was still some corn that was up in the fields. We
hadn't taken all of it off yet. My wife and I, unfortunately both
have problems with cigarettes, so we will do our best to keep that problem
to ourselves, and we try not to be gross about our smoking, so
we go outside and we don't smoke in the home. We only smoke outside
on the porch. And this one particular evening, it wasn't that cold,
but it was getting colder. It was getting there at the time of the
year when you can kind of feel that the fall is coming in. So
we were on our porch, on our double wide. There the corn was
surrounding the whole lot. It's only about a two acre lot, so it's
a small lot with the double wide and a couple of barns. And as
it was, the porch faces the field, so you can see the corn
very very easily, and we had floodlights. We still do. We have
floodlights on the back porches there on the double wide, so it throws a
lot of light. It throws a lot of light out into the yard and
right up to the corn, you know, pretty good. And you can't
see past the first few rows of corn, of course, but you can
see the edge of your grass pretty well. So we were talking and having
our cigarettes and I don't know if we were drinking coffee or energy drinks or
what were we drinking, but there was no alcohol involved. And we've had
many, many, many many instances where deer would run into the yard.
They really liked the corn. And they still do. So many white tail,
Oh my goodness, so many white tail where I am. They're everywhere.
But they would often bring their fawns. Mama deer would bring their fawns
into the yard. Because we don't have a dog. We have a barn
cat and that's about the only pet we have. And the barn cat really
doesn't bother with the deer, and the deer don't really feel scared by the
barn cat. So we get a lot of wildlife and I really like that.
I really like that, although the cats probably do eat some of the
birds unfortunately. Anyways, so the deer felt safe. The deer always felt
safe in this yard. We wouldn't bother him or yell at him. And
they would eat from the apple tree in the front yard too, So it
wasn't unusual for us to see here in the yard munching whatever they could eat
in the morning, at night, during the middle of the day, they're
like the safety of the yard. Well, this night we were on the
porch and a deer, I think it was a young buck. I didn't
see any antlers, but it was a young one, and it came busting
through the corn on the south side of the corn and it came into the
yard. Well, you know, again, this is par for the chorus.
This is nothing unusual. So we just kind of sat there, talking
quietly and watching the deer. And this deer didn't really seem like it was
entirely comfortable. It seemed like it was a bit on edge. It seemed
a little twitchy. And I've seen deer behave strange before, but that's usually
not a good sign. It means they're probably sick. So this deer just
just seemed nervous. It just seemed nervous. This deer kept looking around.
You know, didn't spend much time with its head down eating. It was
more nervous than hungry, I think. And after about five minutes ten minutes,
this deer turned around and franced off through the corn. We didn't really
think anything of it. You know, you can hear it rustling the corn,
and I think, okay, well that was nice. Not even a
minute later, maybe two minutes later, actually, that deer came busting right
back through that corn, and it busted right into the yard, out into
the light. And that deer was panting quite heavily, quite heavily. It
looked like it had just run a marathon. But we just heard it disappear
into the corn not even a few minutes ago. How could it be that
winded, I didn't understand. But it was very, very exhausted. Its
mouth was hanging open, and it looked really tired, and we couldn't figure
out why. Well, this night, the moon was waxing, I think
it is the right word. It was getting more full, was up and
there was a bit more moonlight, and we noticed this deer panting nervous.
We didn't we haven't left the porch, of course, We're still just kind
of we're kind of confused what's going on here, and we look over to
the eastern side of the yard, where there's still, you know, more
corn. Three sides. Three sides of this yard were fenced off with corn
from the field, you know, right up to the edge, and the
moon was kind of behind the corn a bit, and we saw a shadow
peeking over the top of the corn, and I would say it had the
very very same familiar shape of the one that I saw when I was thirteen,
fourteen years old. It didn't really seem to have much of a cone
head, didn't really seem to have much of a neck. Like some people
say when they see these things, they they say, it looks like it
doesn't have a neck at all, and I concur they're absolutely correct. It
looks like there is no neck. But what really really kind of got me
was the eyes. This thing was staring at us again, you know,
being stared at by a sasquatch, and you know it sees you because it's
looking right at you. And then I'm not kidding when I say this,
and my wife and I were both in her right mind, but the eyes
were glowing green, green, very very green, and it wasn't the same
kind of effect you get with a reflection. They were producing their own light.
It really looked that way to me. And now, I'm a pretty
simple guy. I'm a pretty simple guy. I try to explain things the
most logical way. I leave room for the fantastic and the paranormal, though,
I really do, because there's a lot that we don't understand. But
these eyes were glowing. They were glowing, and they were green, almost
neon green, and they were fixed right on my wife and I on our
back porch. Now, the corn this year had gotten up to about seven
years tall, or excuse me, seven feet tall, and the head of
this creature was about a foot above the top of the corn, So I
would place the height of this one possibly around seven and a half eight foot
tall. I'd say that's a pretty conservative estimate. And once it had registered
between my wife and I what was really happening, we froze for a moment.
We really did. I mean, we weren't necessarily petrified terrified, but
it's kind of that moment where you go, ooh, what's that. You
stop what you're saying, you stop what you were thinking, and you focus.
And we both focused in on this creature that was staring at us,
And again it was eerily similar to the first experience, where no gestures were
made. The thing was it was black as coal, But of course this
happened at night, so I could be wrong, But it seems very very
dark fur, dark face, except for the eyes that were glowing. I
didn't really feel anger, you know, I don't necessarily want to cuddle up
with these things. But the more I think about it, the more I
realized that that squatch was more than likely trying to hunt that deer and the
deer. The deer, being a stinker, probably knew that, oh these
people. You know, there's there's people back on this porch. If I
go here, then it won't bother me. And the deer was probably right
on its instincts there, because that thing was right on the edge of the
corn, just deep enough into the corn so that we couldn't see its body,
but close enough that we could definitely see its head in the top of
its shoulders. And again I didn't necessarily feel like I was the target.
I was not the object of attention for that that creature. It was the
deer and the deer. The deer probably got chased around in a circle.
The port that probably got chased in a circle, and it run right back
to where it started. And we both kind of locked eyes with this thing
for a few good seconds and it just stared. And I'll remember this for
as long as I live. What ended up happening next is what was the
only thing I could think of. And my wife and I both started praying.
We're not super religious people. We believe, you know in the Bible,
but we were not super religious. We just believe, and I tell
you the truth. We started saying the Lord's prayer. We started saying the
Lord's prayer outside in the chilly night together. And I believe in the power
of prayer, and this encounter honestly reaffirmed in many ways that there is power
in prayer. We were slightly afraid to see this thing. I guess we
weren't petrified, but we both had enough cognizance to say we need to pray.
And we started praying, like I said, And this being didn't growl,
didn't show its teeth, that didn't lunge, it didn't move very much.
It just kept staring. And after we made made it three quarters of
the way through the Lord's prayer. It turned and it started to walk away
through the corn, and I guess it realized that it didn't really want to
be that close to us. I do think the prayer helped to deter it
and keep it away. I mean, I do believe in guardian angels,
but this squatch he kind of just turned and he or she I don't know
if it was a male or a female, I suppose, but it turned
and it walked away through the corn. And the freakiest part almost of this
encounter was when it was walking away, because my goodness, this one must
have been big, this one must have been the daddy of the tribe or
of the clan. We could feel the ground vibrating when this thing walked away
through the corn, and the deer stayed right in the yard, just happily
munching. I think the deer was happy for the free protection it got that
night. I don't know what became of the deer, but that was quite
an experience. At least I could say it reacted to the prayer. So
I do believe there's power in prayer, and I'm glad that these things do
have some limitations in a way. If you if you know how to handle
it, I believe. I think that's probably the best way you can handle
these things, unless you're right up face to face, of course, but
who wants to be face to face with these things. I sure don't.
I didn't ask to see them, I didn't looking for them. So that
was in November of twenty twenty, that very same fall. We had other
experiences in the home, and these things would happen kind of randomly, but
one very prominent experience that sticks out of my mind. This happened after the
corn incident, where in the back of the double wide, I was laying
down in my bed and that bedroom has a big kind of half moon window
in it and another window closer to the bed. I was laying on my
bed and I was playing on my phone, as one does. And this
must have been nine or ten in the evening. It's getting on, it
was getting late. And this window we had curtains, you know, we
had drapes, and we had blinds too. Of course, nobody wants the
blinds for very long. They get dirty, but we did have blinds.
Later on, we did have curtains, but all the windows were covered in
this house. I can't emphasize that enough. Especially after the corn encounter,
we decided that, you know what, it's probably a good idea that we
start covering our windows because I have listened to a few of these podcasts at
that point and learning about how they behave you learn what to avoid. So
this window was covered. I was laying on my bed and from the top
corner of the window came five very very firm wraps, as if you would
wrap on a door, knock on a door. So it's tap tap,
tap tap. I did not open that window. I did not open that
blind. I did not choose to look because I did not want to see.
I already had a feeling in my heart what was on the other side
of that window. But it definitely caught my attention. I did get up
from my bed and I moved to a different room for a bit. I
was the only one in the room at the time. But it made me
wonder if the one that we saw in the corn had remembered us, and
maybe it wanted to make friends, or maybe it wanted just to see if
it could get a rise out of us. Either way, that wasn't the
only thing that happened that year. There was another instance again in the Fall,
where if you ask me, I think one of these things was trying
to in a way make contact or maybe see what it could get away with.
I'm not sure. They're very curious. They're very, very curious things.
I don't know why they're so curious, but they seem to be really
curious. They either want the attention or they want something that you have,
and I don't like to think about the second thing. So again this instance,
almost the same situation, but this time my wife was in the room.
Again. This room on this double white has kind of a big window
with a half moon slice at the top if you can picture that in your
head. It's a nice window. But it faces into the field too.
And this window again had blinds and curtains, so we didn't really want anything
to look in, and we didn't really want to look out. Just to
put it nicely, you know, we didn't like idea. And thankfully,
I'm a blessed man. I'm very blessed because my wife has also had several
experiences, not including the red light incident, not including the one that was
in the corn staring at us. I mean, she grew up with several
supernatural experiences happening to her as well, so she understood. I'm very very
lucky for that, very very lucky for that. Some people have problems with
their spouses and they don't understand or they think the other one is paranoid or
crazy. Well, I'm blessed I don't have that that issue to deal with.
So this night, we were both in the bedroom at the back of
the double wide, and we heard something brushing up against the window and it
was very very big, very big. This was aw so accompanied by a
very very stinky smell that smelled like I know, people say it smells like
a skunk and a dead carcass, and they're they're pretty close to that.
It's pretty pretty spot on, if you ask me. And something was rubbing
up against the back of the house, almost like when you see these nature
documentaries, you know, and you see a bear scratching its back on a
tree, and it kind of sounded like that, and it was rubbing up
against the house, and well, again I consider myself a man of action,
so I grabbed one of my bladed implements. And I don't know why
I had this feeling that something was pushing up against the window, because it
was right on the other side of the window, and if it was pushing
up against the window, I don't mind saying that these windows in this house
were not very good. They were old, they were not great windows.
I was a little nervous the window would break, just this horrible heavy sandpaper
sound, you know, on the siding and on the window, and my
wife and I both didn't really know what to do, but we did what
we know, and we started to pray again, and the smell and the
sound did go away more and more. I get the feeling that this thing
was hoping we would interact a little bit more. I guess you could say,
I do think it wanted some attention, But I also don't know why
it wanted attention from us. I don't understand that part. I think maybe
when you see these things, you become connected to them somehow, I don't
know. Maybe they get your scent and they they remember what you smell like.
I don't know. I really don't know. So this was in twenty
twenty, after the corn incident, and I thank God that none of these
incidents have been violent. I can't stress that enough. I think God that
none of these incidents have been violent and no one's been hurt, haven't lost
any animals, haven't lost any chickens. Very thankful for that, but it's
still slightly unnerving because you know that more than likely these things are still around,
and you know that more than likely they're probably still where where I think
they're at, and where I think they're at is back in those woods,
by that pit, by that gravel pit. So the incident that happened in
twenty twenty, with the corn and the window tapping and the window rubbing,
the creature rubbing on the side of the house, it was a bit strange.
But this was after our first child was born, and as he got
a little older and he learned, you know, to talk a little bit,
he would confide in us that he was having dreams. And most of
the time the dreams don't make too much sense, and most of the time
they're very whimsical, little dreams that he'll tell you, Oh, I had
a dream about this, daddy, or you know, I had a dream
about that. And that's lovely, and that's good. That's good that you
listen to your kids and you take the time to entertain their imagination and encourage
that. And Foster that growth. So I always enjoyed asking him did you
have any good dreams? And the one morning he was very This again was
still about in twenty twenty. He was very quiet the one morning when I
asked him that question. He didn't want to talk about it, and it
took a little bit of coaxing, and eventually he did tell us, my
wife and I that he had a dream the other night of a creature in
the barn with red eyes. Now, to hear something like that from your
own child is kind of concerning. But he said, in his dream there
was a creature in the barn that had red eyes, and it came out
of the barn and it was walking up to the house. And he said
that was the end of the dream. But gosh, what a what a
horrible dream for a little child, you know, for a kid. It
really made me nervous. It really made me nervous that these things, because
I've heard these stories too, where they try to manipulate children and they try
very hard to get the children outside. Obviously, that's pretty it's a pretty
heavy thought. So I did not like to entertain that thought. At the
same time, being a parent, you have to you have to at some
point, you can't just put it in the in the dusty old box in
the corner of your mind anymore. You have to be present. When he
confided in me about that dream, it definitely concerned me. He also had
I would venture again that he did have some encounters of his own of the
window tapping variety. I don't think he's ever looked past the window to see
what's on the other side. I really pray he hasn't, but he's He
has told us before too, that something tapped on my window last night,
and that happened. Good grief. I know it sounds cliche, it sounds
very cliche, but that happened to him three or four separate times, where
something would tap on the window of his room. It didn't tap on my
window anymore. I think once it figured out where the kid's room was,
it moved over to that window, and my boy was losing sleep. He
was having a hard night when that happened. He had a hard night,
couldn't really sleep after that restless. I can't blame him. I can't blame
him. I don't think any of the media that he's been exposed to has
brought any of this on he used to be afraid of Scooby Doo, which
is kind of sweet. They used to enjoy Scooby Doo, but then it
started to give them nightmares. So we said, Okay, no more,
no more Scooby Doo, find a different show. But he seemed genuinely disturbed
when these things would happen. It seemed so much more different when he said,
oh, I had a bad dream about being chased by you know,
a ghost in a blanket. Okay, well that's the Scooby Doo dream.
That's a Scooby Doo dream. But then for him to tell you, oh,
I had a dream about a black creature in the barn with red glowing
eyes and it came out of the barn and walked up to the house.
That's oddly specific. It's very very specific. And that's something that I think
all parents you should pay attention. You know, sometimes kids do this for
attention. Yes, sometimes it's for attention, but sometimes there's something genuinely there.
We have to pay attention because I do believe these things they pray on
children, and that's really scary to think about. That's really awful scary to
think about. I love to learn about history, and I love to learn
about things that have happened. And I've learned about the what was his name,
that fellow, Joseph Smith. I'm not sure there was an Indian fellow
who had a band of warriors that hunted some of these things down in Oklahoma.
And the Tubbymen. I've learned about the tubby men and the Native American
legends. I believe they're real. I really truly believe that they're real,
and I don't think that they are just myth and legend. And I think
that the Natives are correct when they say that these things do target women and
children. So there's that. Now, where do I think these things are
coming from. That's a whole nother little story in itself, and I'd be
happy to tell it because I think there's something going on fairly close to where
I live. So these woods that run back to the gravel pit, these
woods are fairly thick, fairly thick. They're not old growth. They're not
old growth, and they're not white pines. Okay, So it's a lot
of poplar and birch oak, a lot of dead ash. Because God help
us that the ash bug, the ash bug has just decimated the species,
which is a shame. So there's not much ash left, but there's plenty
of other stuff. There's poplar and oak and birch and maple, lots of
maples, and so there's these patches of woods. And again, like I
say, they're not old growth, but I think with all my heart that
there is some old things in them, if that makes any sense. And
my grandma was still around. She told us stories. And if anybody's ever
seen the movie Pocahontas, you'll remember the scene towards the end where the clouds
come together and they crash in the sky. And my grandma told me this
story of that happened around here once. And you wouldn't think, you know,
but Michigan was very, very heavily populated with Native American tribes the place
before the white man came. So why wouldn't there history and their legends.
It's not irrelevant, it's very very pertinent. So she said, when she
was little she saw the clouds do that in the sky. I always thought,
well, that's just fascinating. I wish I could see that myself.
I have seen strange things in the sky, and people just went out on
their porches and looked up, you'd see things you couldn't believe. My grandma
also told us that back in the woods in the area, the same patch
of woods where I saw those red lights. And like I'm saying, this
is a continuous patch. I say patch, and it sounds like it's,
oh, it's just an acre or two. No, these patches are connected.
A lot of them are connected. So these woods can get rather deep.
And you wouldn't think so, because you know, it's not on the
side of a mountain. But these patches of woods, they get kind of
heavy and deep, and the light doesn't really cut through the top very much.
It's quite a heavy canopy, and these trees grow pretty strong. But
she mentioned my grandma pat and she was with us. She mentioned that there
were painted rocks, painted rocks back in this patch of trees, and she
said, when she was a little girl, they went back there and saw
them, these painted rocks. And all over Michigan you can go and find
little monuments, little side of the road. How do you say, kind
of touristy things where there's painted rocks, they're here and there. I think
there's more than a few burial mounds too, but I'm not certain if there's
a burial mound back here where this patch is, I'm not sure, But
quite frankly, I don't really want to go and find out these woods over
here where this pit is. I think there's some serious activity that goes on
in there. Now, some of the researchers will talk about how there's several
varieties of these things, several different species or subspecies, and I'm not an
expert. I consider these people more intelligent than myself because they've spent so much
time, and if they're seeking the truth and their heart is in the right
place and they seek the truth, well then I'm going to listen because that's
what I want. I'm going to seek the truth with you. But these
woods have a little bit of a history, and as far as I can
understand it, there are painted rocks back in these woods, and there might
be some kind of artifacts. There might even be a burial mound. I'm
not certain about that. But again, I don't really have much of a
desire to go back into these woods because of the story I'm going to tell
you next. Now, before I got married, I had just come back
to the farm and I was working with my dad on the farm. Well,
we, of course, you know, farmers love to talk. For
farmers talk, that's what we're really good at. We could talk all day.
And being a small town, everybody knows everybody's business. For better or
for worse, everybody knows, and people would start up in to the shed.
We'd be working on a machine, on a tractor and people would stop
in and we'd drop everything and we'd talk, because that's what you do.
It's rude not to it's kind of the way I was raised. You don't
just ignore people. You you stop what you're doing and you give them your
time, and you give them your attention. Well, this led to many
opportunities for me to eavesdrop, maybe a little, because you know, I'm
the help so I have to keep working. And usually the boss would get
to go and talk, and well, I still had my ears free.
My hands may have been busy, but my ears were free so I could
listen. And I heard a story that really helps to make all of this
makes sense. Years and years and years ago, a family friend stopped by
the shed and told us a story about an incident that had just happened recently.
And this fellow who stopped by the shed he's a friend of the family.
We knew him, we knew his family. Like I said, it's
a very small town, so everybody knows everybody, for better or worse.
You try to keep try to keep out of trouble that way, which is
good. Now, this family friend had stopped by the shed to talk with
my dad, and he relayed this story about like I was saying, something
that had happened a few days before, the week earlier. I'm not exactly
certain, but I have no reason to believe that this family friend would try
to pull a yarn to us. You know, I don't think he would
try to pull our leg or spin a yarn. How do you say?
You know? However you say it. And the story that he was conveying
to us, however, wasn't a bad story. It was just something that
had happened. And to get back to this pit, you have to take
one road. There's one road that goes back to this pit, and there's
tree tunnels, you know, the trees overshadow this road, and this road
cuts back, takes a few turns, and if you follow it, you
know there's houses back there too. I've always wondered what stories they have to
tell I bet you they have even better stories. Honestly, they're a bit
closer to where I think this is all happening, and it's only right down
the road for me, but I'm almost too nervous to even go investigate,
honestly. So on this one solitary road that leads back to if you need
to get into the pit, into this big clump of trees, this mini
forest, our family friend who has his own business. He noticed that there
was a car off the side of the dirt road. And this again,
this was years ago, and this is secondhand story, but it was relayed
to me from my grandma and my dad. So I heard a little bit
of it, but I didn't hear the whole thing. I got to hear
the whole story afterwards. I don't think that he wanted to talk about it
too much. People around here they don't like to talk about stuff like that
too much because it makes them they get embarrassed, I think. So he
was relaying this story about this car that had stopped off the side of the
road, and he stopped to ask if this person needed any help out here.
It's just kind of what you do, you know, you're polite in
that way, and you help people when they need help. So he stopped
to see if he needed any help with his car with his machine, and
this fellow on the side of the road that leads back into this pit.
Again, this is going to tie it all together here. This fellow mentioned
to our family friend that no, he said, I don't need any help,
thank you for stopping, and they got to talking, well they talked
for a few minutes, I'm sure, but he mentioned to our family friend
that he was from the University of Massachusetts. Now, I don't know what
a university really is interested in in this kind of area. It's not really
much going on here. But one thing he mentioned about why he had come
from the University of Massachusetts was that he was some kind of a researcher.
And this fellow on the side of the road who had his car parked there,
mentioned that he was researching get this, and I'm not kidding, portals.
So this fellow had come all the way from the East coast to our
little podunk town right to my backyard partneer because he was researching portals in the
area. Well, to say the least. Being younger at the time when
I heard this story, it definitely had my imagination running. So I kept
inquiring more and more and more, and I tried to do a lot of
my own homework, and I come to find out, depending on what map
you look at, if you learn about the lay lines, the magnetic lines
that run underneath of the Earth's surfaced, underneath the Earth's crust, there's magnetic
properties that are surrounding those streaks of heavy minerals or whatever it is. And
one of those lines does cut through the thumb of Michigan, and it does
cut fairly close to where I am located. So I guess for me that
was a slight bit of validation that there might actually be something strange going on
back there in those woods. And again, I don't have any desire to
go back and necessarily investigate or see if there's anything back there. Because there's
another part of this story. I have more reason to believe that there is
actually something strange going on in there because there were two incidents, two incidences
that followed. Let me get my facts straight here. These incidents has happened
years before. These two incidents has happened years before. The fellow with his
car on the side of the road from the university was talked to, but
ironically, the fellow who talked to them, the incidents happened to his own
family. I'm not going to mention any names. I'm not going to mention
any names because I do want to keep that private for their own sake.
I don't I'm not trying to cause trouble. But there were these two brothers,
the brothers of the fellow that stopped to help the researcher, these sons,
his sons, two brothers. I don't know if I'm if I'm confusing
that a little bit. Maybe people are a little confused with how I'm saying
this. I hope not. The two sons of the fellow that stopped to
help the researcher on the side of the road. These incidents has happened years
before the researcher stopped on the side of the road over here. But again,
it's all it all, if you ask me, it all seems connected.
It all seems connected because his two sons had gone hunting in those woods
for years. You know, they're young men, they weren't they weren't,
they weren't little kids, but they were young men who wanted to hunt,
and they went into those same woods to hunt for years and years and years.
Well, one year, the one brother had come back from his hunt,
and I think he was changed. He was slightly different. He changed,
his personality changed, is what I understand. The story goes after he
came out of those woods that one time, and it wasn't any specific time.
It was just that he came back from a hunt and his whole personality
had changed, and unfortunately, I think he might have drank himself to death.
I remember correctly. I think he had a problem after that, and
if you ask me, it was artually to help him cope. And I'm
not kidding when I say the second brother actually would hunt in the same woods.
And this incident happened maybe a year or two after the first where the
first brother came out of the woods and he was different. So this happened
shortly after, maybe a few years after the second brother went hunting in those
same woods and he came back and he was very He was changed too,
He wasn't the same person. And God help their family because he tried to
off himself. Had he tried to off himself. He tried to take himself
out and he failed. And now he's he's at a he's at a recovery
home, and he's being taken care of him. And that's just awful.
That's just so awful to happen to some any family, really, any family,
someone's family go through something like that, it's pretty pretty darn terrible.
So if you ask me, connecting all the dots, looking back and trying
to figure out how all these pieces fit together, I would venture I guess
that those two fellows saw something that broke their minds. I think they both
saw something that they shouldn't have seen, something they weren't prepared for in those
woods, and it affected them. And again, like I was saying,
their stories did not end very well. The family was traumatized by what happened
to them. They changed, They changed after they came out of those woods,
the times they went hunting. So I guess anyone control their own conclusions.
I know people have problems, whether it's definitely not a problem that I
desire, and I really would rather not go back in there and look.
But there's enough mystery around the area, there's enough mystery around that patch of
woods, and knowing what I've seen and knowing what other people have experienced that
family friend and his sons who came out of the woods, and they became
different after they It doesn't really matter. They never said anything, They never
told anyone that I ever heard of what they saw. I think it it
maybe stupefied them. I don't know, but it changed them. It changed
them, and whatever they saw in those woods, it probably broke their minds.
And I feel pity for people that have that happened to them. These
things that people see, sometimes it's too much. Sometimes it's just too much
to handle. And I've got one more slight story, one more slight story
of this area, and it's actually related again to the same patch of woods.
And this takes place, oh good grief, years and years and years
ago, when my father, when my dad was an old well if he
was, he must have been a teenager. He must have been in his
early twenties. But you know, he worked the same land, He worked
the same area. We plant the same same plots. We've kept a lot
of the same plots over the years, so that hasn't changed too much in
the forest. The trees haven't changed too much. But he did recall to
me a story once when I was younger of seeing a large what he called
a black cat. I've heard rumors. I've heard rumors of people saying,
oh, I've seen black cat before. I don't know if it is actually
a black cat or if it could be one of those dog men things.
But he recalled to me the story when he was young working in a field
and this large, very large black what he said, looked like a black
panther from a distance. He was pretty far away, but he mentioned that
it did have a very long black tail and on all fours. This creature
crawled out of the beans in between the space that was cleared. That's where
he saw it, into the woods. So these things, I can't I
feel like these things are around and they either really really know how to hide
very well, or I mean, some people believe that they can hop in
between space and time. I'm not sure. I'm not sure, but I
do know that there's only a handful of people who want to give any of
these sightings any kind of credibility. There's only a handful of people that want
to think about this. And I'm sure there's plenty of people that have had
experiences and seeing strange things that they didn't ask to see. But they just
don't want to talk about it. So I guess that's what I'm here for.
Had these stories, these experiences over my short life. I'm not that
old, you know, pretty relatively short life, so I've seen these things.
And oh, I know in my heart that I didn't ask to see
these things, but it happened anyways. And I encourage people whether or not
you know, you go to church or anything like that. You don't have
to necessarily be religious, but you we all need to have a very firm
foundation. And for me, that's faith. That's my foundation. It's my
faith. So when you when you have a foundation, I don't think these
these occurrences will shake you as much. Or if you're just very very logical,
logical, hard thinking person, maybe it doesn't affect you as much.
But I don't like to think about these things being so close. And now
I'm married and I have a family, and I will say this, I
have put up more yard lights. And since the incident in twenty twenty with
the tapping on the windows and the one that was peeking at us from the
corn, since that incident, I have put up more solar powered lights.
They're very, very simple and they're pretty cheap. I mean, if they
break or if one of them doesn't want to work for you, you could
always just replace it. But I would encourage people to do that. I
would very much encourage yard lights. And we haven't really had too much going
on after the lights have gone up, thank goodness. So I definitely recommend
the lights, maybe even some yard cameras if you have the extra money.
I believe they're out there. There's certain patches of woods that I think are
very, very old and maybe sacred. Maybe they're sacred to a different group.
Maybe that's why these things happen around these areas. You know, the
land is old. We're as a species, we're still young, but the
land is old, the earth is old. Maybe there's a burial mound back
in those woods. I know there's some scattered around Michigan. I know there
are, but maybe this one is kind of a hush hush one that nobody
really knows about. I don't know, but I do think that being vigilant,
keeping an eye on your family and putting up more lights and cameras is
never a bad idea. So I guess that's about all I have. Well,
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