A listener writes “Dear Wes, I’ve been a fan of your show for years, and it’s honestly helped me make sense of a number of strange experiences that, at the time, felt like isolated and unrelated events. Listening to your show later on was what finally allowed the pieces to click.
The first incident happened when we owned a property on Vancouver Island in an area called Fanny Bay. Our land backed onto a large estuary, separated by only a thin strip of forest. One night, after putting our daughter to bed, my wife and I were sitting on the back deck enjoying a glass of wine. In the middle of a comfortable silence, the woods suddenly exploded with movement. One moment everything was completely still; the next, it sounded like a bulldozer tearing through the forest at full speed. Trees were crashing and snapping, and then it abruptly stopped.
What followed was a sound I can only describe as the lion’s roar from the old MGM movies except amplified through a massive rock concert sound system. It was so loud I felt it in my gut. We both dropped our wine glasses and ran inside, shaking and white as ghosts. At the time, we explained it away as a cougar taking down a deer. Years later, after finding your show and hearing so many similar accounts, I looked into it more deeply and learned that cougars can’t actually roar they purr. That realization really stuck with me.
The next event occurred after we sold that property and bought 2.5 acres on Denman Island, directly across the water from Fanny Bay. The land backed onto nearly 100 acres of protected forest. During the first phase of building, we were sleeping together in a yurt the main living space. If you’ve ever been in a yurt, you know it’s essentially a heavy duty tent, and you hear everything outside very clearly.
One night around 3 a.m., in the middle of January, it was absolutely pouring rain. My wife and daughter wore earplugs because of the rain pounding on the roof, but I never did I didn’t like the idea of being unable to hear in an emergency. I woke up to the sound of something hitting the tree right outside the yurt with unbelievable force. It sounded like the world’s strongest man vaporizing a baseball bat against the trunk. No human could have made that sound. It was so loud I felt it in my bones.
At that point, I had some awareness of tree knocks from other sources, but I hadn’t discovered your show yet. About 10–15 seconds later, I heard another tree knock this one much farther away, deep in the forest reserve. After that, nothing. I stayed awake until sunrise.
Two years passed with no further incidents, and I more or less forgot about it. We eventually built an addition onto the yurt with bedrooms and a bathroom. Our bedroom had two large windows beside the bed on my side, and a sliding glass door at the foot of the bed.
One evening in April or May, just before full dark, I was sitting on the bed meditating when I was jolted out of it by a very clear sound: knuckles rapping on glass. Knock. Knock. Knock. Right next to my head. I turned and could see the dark woods silhouetted against the dim sky and a darker shape blocking out much of that view.
The shape was unmistakable. It looked exactly like your show’s logo a large head tapering into two shoulders, with no visible neck. It stood there for 15 to 30 seconds, then turned 90 degrees and glided smoothly past the first window, then the second, then around the corner of the addition and past the sliding door, and was gone.
The next day I inspected the area carefully. The ground was dry and firm, and there were no tracks or impressions of any kind. What really bothered me was the height the center of those windows, where the top of the shape had been, is eight feet off the ground. Even more unsettling was how it moved. There was no up-and-down motion, no bobbing like you’d expect from a human or even a primate. It just glided. At the time, my mind went straight to something paranormal.
Only after listening to your show hearing so many people describe the gliding movement and the same lion like roar did I finally connect all of these experiences.
So thank you. Your show helped me understand things that had stuck with me for years without context. I really appreciate the entertainment, the education, and your thoughtful approach to what I consider the apex of high strangeness.
I hope this finds you well, and thanks again for everything you do.”