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Strange Familiars writes “Rachel relates stories of a shared experience with her sister involving a demon-like entity, an unsettling weekend tied to a tarot reading, a haunted house, and encounters in dreams.”

Salish Sasquatch writes “Thomas Sewid and his wife, Peggy Seaview, invite us to their home to share their new, private collection of footprint casts before the casts are made available for public viewing at the sasquatchthelegend.com store & museum in Forks, Washington.”

From The Shadows writes “The story that launched the From The Shadows Podcast: A Judge shares his Dogman encounter. On an Ohio country road in the 1980s, a teenager was out for a run one August evening. What he experienced changed his life forever.

That teenage boy, now a judge, joins us to tell his story of being stalked from a cornfield by a creature that wasn’t supposed to exist.”

A listener writes “I am 60 years old a retired teacher, a business owner, and, after returning to school later in life, now a paralegal.

My interest in unexplained phenomena began with a personal experience from my childhood in southwest Michigan, where I grew up on a farm. One night, I witnessed strange lights in the woods, and around the same time, I heard something I have never been able to explain.

When I tried to tell my parents about it, they dismissed what I heard as a deer caught in the electric fence. I trusted their judgment and never mentioned it again. Still, I have never forgotten the screams. At the time, I was certain someone was being murdered.

Over the years, I’ve heard foxes, bobcats, cougars even rabbits scream. I’ve searched endlessly online, listening to recordings of nearly every animal and bird I could find, trying to match the sound I heard that night. Nothing has ever come close.

The experience was deeply unsettling. The sound itself seemed to paralyze me with fear. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I felt physically sick to my stomach. There were only three screams, spaced out over time. The entire event lasted roughly twenty minutes and occurred in the middle of the night during the summer, sometime in the early 1980s. Unfortunately, because I tried so hard to forget it as a child, I no longer remember the exact year.

The lights are another part of this story. I saw them multiple times first as a teenager, again in my twenties, and once more in my thirties. Each time, they appeared as bright white lights hovering just above the treetops, completely silent. Strangely, I always seemed to know when they were there. I would run out onto the deck and watch as they traveled from east to west, moving out over the lake and then disappearing into the woods on the far shore.

These experiences have never left me. They have lingered quietly in the background of my life, always present. For most of my adult years, I’ve tried to understand what I witnessed and what I heard.

I was hoping you might be able to recommend reliable reading material or research sources. I truly want to understand what those screams were and what those strange lights might have been.”

I am working on getting this witness to come on the show. A listener writes “In 2021, I was living in Sacramento, California, but I had spent the night at my ex in-laws house in Camino, just outside of Placerville.

What happened to me mirrors the experiences of so many other witnesses.

I was driving from Camino to Stockton around 4:00 a.m. The sky was unbelievably clear that morning. It was still dark when I stepped outside, and before even getting into my car, I stood there for a minute or two just staring at the stars. They were so vivid and dramatic that they completely stopped me in my tracks.

The drive is about an hour and a half. Leaving Camino, you pass through winding mountain roads, then vineyards, then farmland before eventually hitting the city.

I was transitioning from the mountain area into the vineyard region. I couldn’t tell you the exact location unless I retraced the route I’ve never driven it again. I was coming around a slightly downhill S-curve when I saw it.

On the right side of the road stood a black, hairy, humanoid figure. It was holding a dead animal at about waist height with both hands. It looked like a bled-out pig, or possibly a large dog. The figure was roughly seven feet tall and had glowing, vivid red eyes.

My brain couldn’t fully process what I was seeing. Instinct took over and I floored the gas pedal.

I was driving an Audi A4 Turbo and it kept up with my car.

For several seconds, it stayed right there in my rearview mirror before disappearing. The way it moved is impossible to explain. It wasn’t running like anything human or animal. Its stride was smooth, swift, almost like it was floating or hovering completely effortless.

About thirty seconds later, I glanced down at my speedometer and realized I was doing 75–80 mph or more on a dark back road. I slowed down slightly, but I couldn’t relax my grip on the steering wheel. I wanted desperately to call my then husband, but I was terrified to look away or even consider turning around. I was frozen.

When I finally reached Stockton, I felt overwhelming relief. After my shift, I took the city route home to Sacramento and I quit that job.

I never made that commute again.

There were several reasons I quit, but seeing Sasquatch on my drive was one of the biggest ones even though it took me years to admit that to myself.

Does this story sound absolutely crazy to say out loud? Yes. I’m sure anyone hearing it thinks the same thing. It’s too unsettling to fully comprehend. I think part of the difficulty in accepting encounters like this is ego admitting that there is something out there far more powerful than modern man. But there is.

If that thing had wanted to take me that morning, it could have. Without question. Fortunately, it was holding a fresh kill. I didn’t sense a violent energy from it but I didn’t feel peace either.

I’m only on my third episode of your podcast, but the stories are nearly identical to mine. I had to share this.

Thank you for giving people like us a voice.”

The Clipper Mills audio comes from a real nighttime recording made in 2012 by people whose truck broke down in the Sierras. They captured eerie, extended screams and howls that many Bigfoot believers think could be vocalizations from an unknown creature.

In July 2012, a group of people traveling through the Sierra Nevada near Clipper Mills, California had their truck and boat trailer break down on a remote road with no cell service. While waiting there late at night, they recorded a series of strange and loud vocalizations the so-called Clipper Mills screams. According to the original uploader, the noises began around 10 p.m. and continued even after the camera was turned off. Their dogs reacted strongly to the sounds.

The clip was originally posted online in 2012 and became one of the longer and more widely circulated alleged Bigfoot audio recordings. Enthusiasts and cryptozoology blogs pointed to it as unusual because the sounds don’t clearly match typical known wildlife like coyotes or mountain lions, and the extended length (over 15 minutes) set it apart from many other alleged encounters.

Bigfoot and Beyond writes “Cliff Barackman, James “Bobo” Fay, and Matt Pruitt speak with Washington-based researcher and witness Larry Anderson! Larry has been searching for sasquatches for decades, and is here to discuss his experiences, findings, and much more!”

The confessionals writes “This week on Slingshot Nation, we pull back the curtain on the modern UFO narrative and ask a harder question: are we witnessing an alien invasion, or a carefully managed illusion designed to steer culture, economics, and belief?

From military encounters with objects that defy physics, to infrared footage of UAPs absorbing missile strikes without damage, the conversation explores firsthand testimony, government disclosures, and the strange consistency of “orb” phenomena that seem less like machines and more like something else entirely. The discussion weaves together battlefield encounters, advanced weapons speculation, and the growing global coordination around disclosure, raising concerns about who controls the story and why now.

As the episode unfolds, the focus shifts from the phenomena themselves to the narrative being built around them—Project Blue Beam theories, psychological and financial warfare, and warnings that “alien revelation” could justify sweeping global changes. The conversation challenges listeners to look past the spectacle and examine the messengers, motivations, and spiritual implications behind it all, asking whether this moment is less about visitors from the stars and more about deception, power, and a coming shift in how humanity understands reality itself.”

I working through some audio issues but the show will be up in an hour. A listener writes “I’m not sure where to start, but recently my oldest son has been pushing me to write to you in regards to a peculiar event that he and I both witnessed during the summer of 2023 while we were attending Scout Camp in McCall Idaho.

However before I jump into that story, my son also wanted me to tell you about some of the other experiences that I have had personally in the years before this event, and even some that may not have any relation to Sasquatch.

During the week of July 9th – 15th we attended Scout Camp with our Scout Troop and our Sister Scout Troop. There were 3 male leaders with myself included, and 2 female leaders with the 7 girls who were there, while us boys had roughly 10 kids. In short there were a few of us attending camp that year, which was great because it was the first year being a newly established Troop, with me being the Scoutmaster.

When we arrived on Sunday afternoon, we all set up camp pretty quickly, and took up two campsites, given that we were 2 separate Troops, but still worked together.

Our campsites were also at the south end of the camp, and close to heavily forested areas with no campsites except for one or two at least a hundred yards further up the road from us.

And I have to say that the first night was absolutely uneventful, being a typical campout that anyone would expect to be on with beautiful warm weather and slightly cooler nights, and having arrived on Sunday, the camp was only half full with the expected amount of troops, since many more would be arriving Monday morning for sign-in, since many Troops were relatively local, compared to us having to drive 3 hours to get up there.

Though it doesn’t go without saying that the other campsites in the area may or may not have experienced anything Sunday night, but as for us, it was chill, we cooked a great dinner that night and just hung around the campfire in our campsite (the Boys), with the girls also coming over and mingling much like we always do at our regular Scout nights back home.

Monday morning we woke up with the sunrise, being typically 6:30 or so, since summer sunrises were pretty early in the summer, as everyone living in northern Idaho and Washington already knows.

Myself and the other leaders got together, coordinated everything we were going to do for the day, and even get the Scouts out to where they needed to go, being the waterfront so they could get their swim tests or buddy tags situated so they could go swimming or be ready for any of the merit badges they were taking down in that area. Plus we encouraged everyone to go down no matter what, so we could all participate in the Polar Plunges that would be held twice that week.

After check-in, all of the leaders in the camp gathered together at the main lodge next to check-in, so the camp commissioners and Program Director could brief everyone on what to expect for the week, and to get volunteer assignments dished out for campsite inspectors, and letting us know when the roundtable meetings would be everyday (so all leaders could touch base with the happenings of the camp and bring up any issues if there are any).

So in short, this was a typical Scout camp, and ran like all the others around the country, “just to paint the picture of what was expected and how things go”.

After the day was winding down, all the boys would come back to our campsite (Buffalo camp site) and start having fun, and getting their axe yard put together so they could start chopping wood safely, and slowly the girls would begin migrating across the road from their campsite (Sharlie) and coming to ours, since all of us leaders were already gathered in our campsite talking. but being a scout event, we mostly BS’d and just let our Senior Patrol Leaders handle the Troop’s, their camp assignments, and who was going to clean the Kaibo(long drop toilet) that sat between our campsites, which also got used often by other campers on the way to classes, since it sat along side the road, but was still our responsibility to clean. While we as leaders just made sure they were safe and nothing was getting out of hand or inappropriate, (which we can all safely say nothing did get out of hand at anytime during the week), and also would make plans to getting everybody up extra early for the Polar plunge Tuesday morning, meaning we’d be up at 6am, so we could walk the .75 mile down to the waterfront sitting on Payette lake. The walk down always took about 20 minutes, since we were moving at the pace of a young scout, it wasn’t very fast, and as leaders we made it very aware to everyone that we’d have to go quick, and get back up to camp quick to change and be down at morning flags in full uniform by 7:30am.

Now that the plans were made, everyone went back to their own campsites, and went to bed, getting a good nights rest from how busy the day was, and again, it was a beautiful, clear warm night.

Tuesday

As planned, we all woke up at 6am, and with everyone in swimsuits and holding towels ready to go, we all began to go down to the waterfront.

The polar plunge itself was more or less a swim in the lake, which involved running in and out of the water, but for the most part, you’d prefer to just stay in the water, rather than get out, but once the event was done, we all got dressed and went back up to camp to make it to flags and breakfast in time… the nick of time… and we went throughout the day as planned with getting the kids out on time for merit badges and making sure my senior patrol leader was doing what he needed to do. For me, I attended the 10 O’clock roundtable for all of the leaders, and then after that the majority of that day was taking my chainsaw up to a campsite at the top of the camp where I began sawing falling trees so that the Scout Camp could open up that particular campsite for future use, where my friend and Assistant Scout master helped me with moving some of the heavy logs around. The one thing that I noticed but didn’t mention, was how quiet everything was in that area, though I could easily chock it off with the fact that the chainsaw scared everything away and muted all of the other animals. (Looking back, I can honestly say that there were 2 instances where everything was quiet with me using the chainsaw. Every other time I still had animals and birds bickering while I was working.)

After about 2 hours of working out asses off, we walked back down to the bottom of the camp to grab lunch with the scouts, and plus we defiantly needed the break, and it was good to catch up with everyone to see how they were doing and if there were any issues, which of course we had a few personal issues thought out the week, but nothing serious enough to get into with the story, just kids being kids and trying to get along with other Troops.

After lunch as we lingered around the lodge area before going back up, we overhead a staff member asking someone else if they heard “that scream” in the middle of the night, and how it sounded like a deep woman’s voice, followed by someone crying uncontrollably.

They even brought it up with some of the leaders who were in the 4 campsites above the staff area, and everyone they’d talked to said they only heard a kid crying, but nothing else.

Me and Jay thought it was weird, and we immediately came up with our own ideas, but otherwise laughed it off and I kept my own experiences and opinions on that to myself and we kept going about our day, and I just couldn’t wait to take a shower that night.

Back at camp, it was the same atmosphere as the nights before where all the Scouts came to our campsite to talk and hang out for the remainder of the night.

When the sun began to set, we could start to hear owls calling back and forth, which got us all excited because its not everyday you get to hear owls, especially as close as they were to us, one owl flew into the tops of the tall pines above us, and kept calling out. We could only see an outline, and very quickly 2 more owls began calling back and forth in the distance however we didn’t see those 2

As I listened, I could honestly say that out of the 3 owls, 2 of them sounded a little off.. close, but off. Perhaps it was a Scout trying to mimic them to get a response, but I didn’t think a kid could make an owl sound that good… I’ve been surprised before, but who knows, all I can say is that from experience, I heard what I head and in the back of my mind, knew a kid couldn’t make an owl sound that good. (I remember a couple of the Scouts even said they we’re sure if the owls in the woods were even owls.) The owl closest to us coming from high up in the pines I believed was a legit owl, which myself and the others didn’t look into too much past that. With that I still kept it in the back of my mind, just because I was being cautious that way. Paranoia? Maybe, but that’s okay.

Now, the other thing that happened as the owls began calling, was how everything in the area grew quieter, and quieter, and quieter, and colder, until it was just the light wind rustling of pine and other tree’s. Nothing else. That’s the moment I shot my other leader a look and told him to “just be on the lookout”.

This quiet lasted the rest of the night as the kids all began to bed down in their tents, along with the girls going back across the road to their campsite to also go to bed.

Once the kids all went to sleep, my assistant scout master came over to me and asked if everything was okay, because he did see something in my face that I thought I hid pretty well… but obviously not well enough for him. I’m also pretty sure it was my constant scanning of the area that gave it away also.

We talked and I told him that something is off, and that we should stay extra cautious that night, and emphasize to everyone that they needed to stay in camp that night, and if they had to use the bathroom, that they needed to go in pairs, no exception, which was easy enough because we harped on the buddy system all the time already, they didn’t think anything of it.

I also told him I’d be up late anyways because I had to take a shower and I’d keep an eye on everything. And something I should mention, at that moment in time I had only been home for 3 months from an Air Force state-side deployment where I was a lead supervisor over an Operation Center that oversaw all the maintenance and reporting actions for multiple middle eastern bases. My shift was also from Midnight to 0800 Eastern Standard time, so my internal clock was still pretty fucked up, to the point that I felt like an insomniac half the time, ontop with dealing with other things where walking at night helped calm me down and kill the anxieties.

Just after 10pm, the night warmed up slightly, and I hiked down to the parking lot area where the shower was, which was honestly amazing because there was no roof to the shower house, and with how clear the night was, I was able to take a hot shower under the clear stars. So I can honestly say that particular shower being magical would be an understatement.

As soon as I finished and began getting dressed, a message popped up on my phone from the girls Troop Scoutmaster,

11:25pm

“Vincent, are you hearing that ?”

“I just finished at the shower. What are you hearing?

“Loud snorting”

“Down by the trailer”

“on my way”

“We are sitting at the fire”

“Ok”

“You hear it?”

At the moment I replied “on my way”, and I can’t confirm or deny that I retrieved my .45 from the truck, since I was ironically a few yards away from it, and threw it into my small pack that I used to carry my cloths in, and ran up the hill back to camp, because the safety of my son and the other kids in camp took priority and I didn’t know what kind of animal I was going to run into (which a Grizzly and black bear immediately came to mind). Within 5 minutes, I slowed my run down to a hastened walk and I could see the girls in their camp around a fire (only the leader, and 3 girls who were woken up and couldn’t sleep). So instead of pulling out the .45, I left it in the bag and drew my Bowie knife instead .(custom made with high tempered steel and 16” inches long, something I carry on all campouts and whenever I go outdoors in general).

This is where it gets peculiar.

I could hear that snort-like breathing clearly, it sounded like a bear with a really bad cold, and was very loud and in the spot that she had said.

I also stayed on the road and looked into the thick forest across from both our camps, and immediately couldn’t see anything, only hear, at which point I pulled out my 300 lumen flashlight and lit the shit out of the forest in the direction of the sound.

As I did this, the sound went from being very loud, to slowly fading away as whatever it was, tho it sounded heavy, heavy walking, but not branches breaking at all as it was walking away, because it was distinct that it was becoming distant, not just quieter.

After a minute or so of trying to catch whatever it was making that sound, I changed positions and walked the slight curve of the road to where the trailer was and looked into the tree’s again and saw a tunnel in the tree’s. I never noticed that tunnel before, and I was already very familiar with that camp spot from having been up there multiple times before from past scouting events, and even having spent a week in that same campsite from the year before when we attended scout camp.

Needless to say, I stopped and shined my light into that tunnel and saw a clear tunnel that went up the hillside. Again, no obstructions. From spending so much time in the forest, mountains, desert, high planes, I’ve never seen anything like this. Maybe it was a trick with the light that I never caught before, being nighttime and never really noticing it in the day, but it caught me off-guard.

Eventually the sound went away entirely, and the cold air in that particular spot dissipated, but it left me unnerved even more.

I looked up at the girls camp and asked permission to enter, and walked to the campfire, making sure to holster the knife and tuck everything away so the kids didn’t see anything, though I know the older girl who was their senior patrol leader saw me walking the tree line with a big knife. The Scoutmaster from the girls troop, who’s also a good friend asked me what it was, and I lied, I told her that it was probably just an elk or at most a black bear.

She shot me a glare that could of burned a hole through my head as she said, “Vincent, that was not an Elk, what was it?”

I tried lying to her a couple more times before I just told her that tonight I’ll stay up a bit later to keep an eye on everyone and that we’ll discuss it in the morning when all the kids were in classes and couldn’t hear any of our discussions.

After sometime, we all finally retired to our tents, and called it a night.

Wednesday

Wednesday morning arrived and everyone got up, got their uniforms on, performed out campsite flag ceremony and marched down to breakfast.

We ate, and tried acting like everything was normal as usual, then after breakfast, I went back to camp with the other leaders, and I pulled Jay aside and we walked over to where that sound had come from the night before, and he immediately say very large impressions in the tall grass going into the tree’s from beside the troop trailer. He immediately began getting ideas on what I was looking for the night before from what the other leader and myself had told him. Then I asked if he wanted to go on a quick walkabout, where he agreed and we made our way into the thick tree’s.

And the first thing I’ll say is that there was no tunnel… no tunnel at all, just a tree-line, and maybe a very small animal path that went into the general area that we were walking into.

Either way, be both made our way into the tree’s with the other 3 leaders watching us for the next 10 minutes.

We hit a point of walking in there to decide to turn around because of how tough it was to navigate the terrain without making a sound, and no matter how I applied my own tracking and stalking skills, I was still hitting something that snagged me, I was stepping in years of over growth of leaves and branches that were just snapping and making a world of noise.

After we got back to the road, we spoke with the other 3 as we walked down to our morning leaders meeting, they told me and jay that they could hear us the entire time, and we were noisy as hell.

During our morning committee meeting, we went through basic training objectives, such as climb on safely and safe swim and what-not, then toward the end of the meeting, the main commissioner brought up that a couple of scouts had reported seeing what they thought was a giant black bear on the other side of camp, but had left the details at that. Then the leader of a scout troop in the only camp site just above us, said that they thought they saw a bear also, but he was extremely vague, and I knew he wasn’t actually sure about what he saw.

After the meeting I approached him personally and asked for more details about what he saw and he said that it didn’t make sense, but he saw what he thought was a black bear, but when he tried looking closer, it stood up and completely disappeared behind a large pine tree.

The rest of the day was then relatively uneventful until later that night. I ended up helping with guiding some scouts from our troops on a cat-eye compass course in the dark, and then after that, we all returned to the campsite.

That night however became stark quiet again, and this time there was a bit more of a sharp chill, on top of the extremely eerie silence that actually began unnerving everyone. Then add that the night seemed to become darker than usual, as in, I’d watch the lights from everyone and myself shine into the tree’s, and it seemed almost as though it was getting absorbed more than usual.

With how quiet it all went, I made it a point to announce to everyone in both our campsites, that no matter what, nobody is to walk around without a buddy.

Right after that, we began hearing the owls again, both in the distance and nearby, except we didn’t see them at all.

I’m not going to embarrass my other leader, but he practices Nordic pagan, and decided to… do his thing… he let me know what he had done, and that’s when I got upset with him, because I already knew at that point that it was not a good idea to perform any rituals or sacrifices of any kind, because of the very physical nature of what’s going on.

And then shortly after that, it was as if allllll the sound in the camp was shut off, like we were in a vacuum. Not even tree’s rustling could be heard. It was the most eerie dead silence anyone could imagine, and again, something I wasn’t unfamiliar with, given this wasn’t my first time having this type of experience.. only a first time with trying to keep everyone calm.

All the scouts knew something was very off, and they all went into their tents very fast, and I could hear some of the whispers about how they were scared, or even addressing how “weird” everything was.

The other thing that helped keep everyone calm was by telling them there was a storm coming through and that we also had to be up early for the second polar plunge, in which the majority of the girls troop decided to go on, versus when majority of the boys who went on Tuesday.

But the truth was, no storm went through, tho a pressure drop could of explained the utter silence that night again, however, it really wasn’t likely from what I was thinking in the back of my mind.

Thursday morning began early with all the girls heading down to the waterfront, with only 2 boys from my Troop, so I woke up early along with everyone and I went down with them for the 2nd polar plunge. The funny part was that I had been walking most of the way down to the waterfront behind the 2 girls leaders and they didn’t know I was there until a half mile down, at which point they both just about jumped out of their skin.

Either way, everything went good, and I decided to run back up to camp on my own so I could make sure my Troop was ready for the morning flag ceremony. I got up into the start of this meadow area where the single path trail was, which was roughly 200 yards away from my camp site, at which point a Doe (deer) began running with me, and being that she was running along side of me, I didn’t do anything else but keep my pace, and thinking nobody would ever believe me that this deer was running with me (or the fact that I oddly have animals follow me frequently already, even if its mostly coyotes). But thankfully another leader witnessed the whole thing, watching me run, having this deer within arms reach until I got to the campsite, and she veered off into forest.

Embarrassingly, he always brings that story up at any occasion now, so in the end, I guess that was the validation I needed for people to believe me if I tell them about some of the weird things I’ve experienced. I only mention this because these kinds of things have led into other experiences directly or indirectly, and I just find it fascinating.

Now, after morning flags and breakfast, I met up with all of our leaders and we gathered again for the 10am commissioners meeting, and began the Q&A on how everything was going so far, along with what’s been going on in camp. This meeting however started off with the lead commissioner saying, “wow, what an odd night, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” And that sparked a lot of discussion.

At which point we were all told to continue being on the lookout for that “bear” because this time it was seen near a couple campsites that were just above the meadow on the other side of camp again. But again, the sightings were vague and it was just shapes that were seen, with no actual confirmation that it was a bear.

Then the meeting continued on with everything going on that night, such as stargazing and wilderness survival and asking for adult leaders to volunteer to go to wilderness survival, in which they ended up getting a large amount of leaders to go to the top of the camp and help with watching everyone that night.

I wont get into the day too much, seeming as it was another uneventful day excluding the personal drama’s created by the youth, or how one of the girls started undue drama’s with her sister.

And we also did have youth from both our troops who were participating in wilderness survival that night.

Both our Troops decided earlier on that day that we were going to at least take everyone up to go stargazing, which the venue for it was in the same area as wilderness survival, being that it was higher up on the mountain, with a lot of good openings to see the sky, and how it already at a lot of people to help watch over everything, despite needing to walk around a half mile, the atmosphere was fun.

As we were preparing to leave the campsites to go up, we had the youth get themselves ready. My son was at our shared Kaibo, and was in both earshot, and eye shot of me, since I was near the road getting ready to gather everyone up, when he started waving at me frantically, then when it finally clicked for me to start walking to him, he pointed frantically into the treeline where I saw the tunnel in the tree’s and where the loud sound came from earlier that week.

I finally looked and only saw a couple of branches moving, but nothing else.

He came over to me quickly and told me he had just seen a really tall figure in the tree’s that looked lanky and creepy (he told me later on when we sat down and talked, that whatever he saw was roughly 9 – 11ft tall, had a grey clammy skin, and walked smoothly into the treeline and disappeared, but didn’t really get a good look at the face).

I have to say that he did a good job of trying to hide how freaked out about it he was, considering I was still able to convince him to go with me and the rest of the troop to go stargazing. And I knew he was still trying to convince himself that whatever he saw wasn’t real. 2 years later and his story has stayed the same.

The other thing I should mention is the fact that none of the leaders, including myself told him or any of the other scouts about what had been going on that week. I also stayed quiet about seeing the tunnel in the tree’s and what other leaders had thought they’d seen earlier in the week.

I do know that a few things also clicked with him suddenly after he saw whatever he saw.

It was honestly hard for me to believe that what he had seen was real, because everything I was trying to piece together was more consistent with Sasquatch or Dogman, and not what he’d described. Of course since he didn’t see the head, we honestly can’t put a name to this creature. But the fact is, he saw what he saw, and I can’t dispute it.

From that point, I prepared and took along a couple extra items I wasn’t planning on taking with, along with an extra flashlight. Then we all went up stargazing as a big group. Thankfully the atmosphere was still fun, and we all around enjoyed it. However my other leader was still nervous as hell about everything still.

While we were up there I over stressed the buddy system when going anywhere, and we had one scout that really needed to use the bathroom, so his buddy and one of the girls buddied up to go down to the nearest kaibo to use. What we didn’t realize was that the girl was apart of wilderness survival, so when we were all going down, we met up with her as she was coming back up on her own (still 80 yards or so away from where she needed to be.

At that point, the girls leader and myself buddied up to walk back up to wilderness survival with her, all while we asked, “what were you thinking?”, and she was just gave us the typical teen clueless answer of, “I don’t know.”

Well, we got her back with the others, and both of us began walking back down to our own campsites, and we began talking about everything going on and I told her what had happened before going up, and that got her even more freaked out… bad call on my part to tell her, but I had to be honest.

It also didn’t help that we were also walking along the road where there were no campsites for a ways, and was just dark forest. We could also tell that in that small gap, things went quiet again until we rounded the corner to our campsites and everything seemed to lift up and became more active once more.

Since then, I had talked about it occasionally with my assistant scoutmaster, since he and I shared a lot of views on how everything went.

It’s also something that kept me going out into the woods, despite having that happened, I just stay more cautious than anything else. It hasn’t swayed me from not going out, but I’m not naive about it either. It’s also the same sentiment that my son has also.

With all of that, I will have to write down everything else that I’ve been through at a later time, but this is the summed-up version of everything that happened during that week.”

A listener writes “I believe I may have had an encounter about 20 minutes outside of Merritt, British Columbia, during the first week of August 2025. I headed out to our family campsite on a Wednesday afternoon, planning to spend one last night there before the fire ban started.

The property is about 25 acres on a mountainside, with dense forest on one side and tall grass on the other. At the bottom of the property runs a river where we swim and fish, alongside a deactivated railway bed that stretches for hundreds of kilometers in either direction.

There’s plenty of wildlife in the area white and black-tailed deer, black bear, coyotes, squirrels, rabbits, and grouse. I’ve seen all of these many times, and they’re generally used to people being on the property.

My campsite sits right up against the wooded area to take advantage of the shade in summer. It also happens to be directly on an old game trail that runs from the bottom of the property up to the top. I knew it was a game trail and understood what used it, but the spot was too good to pass up. I’ve had several wildlife encounters there before, all uneventful. Most animals just freeze briefly, then move off down the trail the way they came.

When I arrived, I did my usual routine beeped the horn once or twice to alert any animals, then unpacked food, blankets, and camp supplies. Normally I’d start a fire right away, but it was so dry I decided against it. All my food was precooked anyway, so I figured I’d skip the fire unless I really needed it.

After organizing the camper and eating, I relaxed for about an hour. Around 7:00 PM I started feeling tired, so I went inside the camper to lie on the couch and watch a movie. The sun was just touching the mountains, but it was still light enough to see clearly. I left the door open with only the screen door closed.

While watching the movie, I heard what sounded like a very large raven one of those deep, booming caws from about 100 yards away. I didn’t think much of it, as I’d seen large groups of crows in the area before. About five minutes later, I heard it again, closer this time. Still didn’t think much of it.

Five minutes after that, I heard it again “caw… caw” but this time it sounded wrong. It sounded like a large adult male trying to imitate a raven and not doing a very good job. The sound now seemed to be coming from about 50 yards behind the camper. My first thought was, Who the hell is walking up my trail? I’ve told family not to mess around like that, especially since I carry a firearm out there for protection.

A few minutes later, I heard it again, and that’s when I realized the sound was coming from ground level not up in the trees where a bird should be. That immediately struck me as strange, especially given how thick the tree canopy is. A bird that large couldn’t just fly in and land there; it would have had to walk in from an open area.

After about ten minutes of silence, I started watching the movie again. Then suddenly “caw… caw” again, but this time it sounded strained, like whoever or whatever was making it was out of breath, injured, or sick.

Annoyed, I threw off my blanket, assuming it was my brother or my mom messing with me. I put my shoes on and walked toward the screen door. As I did, I glanced out the rear window, expecting to see someone but there was no one there.

I opened the screen door quickly, almost like “Aha, caught you.” One foot on the deck, one still inside the camper, I looked left nothing. I slowly scanned to the right, peering into the bush. The moment my chin reached my right shoulder, I saw a pile of leaves explode into the air about 20 yards behind the camper and roughly 10 yards off the side of the trail.

What I saw was a large gray figure with what appeared to be brown striping on its backside possibly mud or dirt. It leapt sideways from what looked like a squatted position behind a large pine tree. I caught a glimpse of thick, gray, hairy back legs and its backside. I did not see a tail nothing like a deer or a coyote.

The surrounding bushes shook as it jumped uphill, landing easily about 15 yards away. The brush was so thick I couldn’t see it after the first jump, but I heard a heavy thump thump of something large landing on all fours. Immediately after, I heard more leaves being thrown and branches breaking whether it was stepping on them, using them to propel itself, or clearing a path, I don’t know. I didn’t hear a second landing.

My heart was racing. Instant adrenaline. My jaw dropped and all I could think was, What the hell was that? I quickly closed the screen door, grabbed my SKS and my phone, and started recording through the rear window. After about two minutes, there was no sound and no movement.

I called my mom and told her I had just seen something big that bolted uphill toward the road and that I didn’t know what it was. She could tell something was wrong normally I’m calm and composed, especially around wildlife. She then mentioned that about a week earlier, while camping alone at the other end of the property, she thought she heard a large animal at her camper window.

She joked, “What are you worried about? You’ve got a rifle.”
I told her something about this wasn’t right and that I was packing up.

I felt extremely uneasy, like something was still there watching me. I loaded up the car with the rifle slung over my shoulder, kept my eyes on the area where it had taken off from, and left immediately, heading back to Merritt.

After getting home, a few things really stood out to me. There were no other sounds at all no birds, no footsteps approaching on leaves, no branches breaking beforehand. No squirrels chattering, which always happens when a deer or coyote comes through. No smell, nothing just that deep, unnatural “caw caw.”

I’ve had a couple of other minor strange experiences in the local area, and I’m trying to encourage others I know to share what they’ve seen as well.

As for what I think Sasquatch might be I believe it could be a flesh and blood missing link, something that evolved alongside us with different senses, strength, and agility. I also believe that as long as religious power structures exist, it will never be fully revealed, much like extraterrestrial life, because it would undermine control and authority.

Thank you for your time, Wes. You genuinely do a lot of good for people.”

Strange Familiars writes “Back in November, Chad took a solo hike on the Appalachian Trail in Maryland. As he was crossing a power line cut, he heard an extremely loud whooping howl that echoed through the mountains.

Seeing movement, he was able to photograph something large and upright walking into the brush. Afterward, loud wood knocks and pacing followed him through the woods – until he was able to exit onto a nearby road. The following weekend, Timothy and Chad revisited the area.”

In April of 1909, as the Colorado River cut its endless path through the Grand Canyon, a man named G.E. Kincaid drifted quietly along its shadowed walls in a small wooden boat. He was no tourist. He moved with purpose, scanning the cliffs as if he knew they were watching him back.

Kincaid claimed he was an explorer sent west on a private expedition, funded by the Smithsonian Institution. For weeks he traveled alone through one of the most inaccessible stretches of the canyon, where sheer rock faces rose thousands of feet and sunlight barely reached the river below.

Then, one afternoon, something caught his eye.

High above the river, roughly 2,000 feet up the canyon wall, he spotted what looked like a dark opening unnatural in its symmetry. It wasn’t a shallow cave. It was a tunnel, carved straight into the rock.

With ropes, iron spikes, and no small amount of nerve, Kincaid climbed.

Inside, the air was dry and still. His lantern light revealed smooth passageways branching off in every direction, forming what he described as a vast underground complex. The walls bore marks that looked intentional cut, shaped, and polished by hands long gone.

As he ventured deeper, the tunnels opened into chambers.

There, according to Kincaid, were stone tables, copper weapons, and tools unlike anything known to Native American cultures. In alcoves along the walls, he found human remains bodies wrapped in dark cloth, laid carefully into niches. Some were naturally preserved by the dry air, their faces frozen in time.

Most unsettling were the symbols.

Carved into stone tablets and walls were strange characters hieroglyph-like markings that reminded Kincaid of Egyptian writing. One chamber held what he described as a statue of a seated figure, arms crossed, resembling depictions of Eastern gods. Another contained storage rooms filled with unknown artifacts, all organized as if the inhabitants had simply… left.

Kincaid believed this place was ancient. Far older than anything recorded in North America.

He returned to civilization shaken, carrying sketches and notes. Soon after, the story broke in the Arizona Gazette on April 5, 1909. The article claimed the Smithsonian had dispatched a Professor S.A. Jordan to investigate further, hinting that the discovery could rewrite human history suggesting an Old World civilization, possibly Egyptian, had once settled deep within the Grand Canyon.

Then silence.

No follow-up articles.
No official reports.
No photographs.
No artifacts displayed.
No records of Kincaid.
No Professor Jordan.
And the Smithsonian denied everything.

The canyon swallowed the story whole.

Over time, skeptics dismissed it as sensational journalism, the kind that sold papers in the early 1900s. Others believed something else happened that the discovery was real, but too disruptive to be acknowledged. The fact that many caves in the canyon are now restricted, and that some canyon landmarks carry Egyptian-sounding names, only fueled the mystery.

Today, the tunnels Kincaid described have never been found.

Or at least, never acknowledged.

Whether it was an elaborate hoax, a misunderstood discovery, or something deliberately buried by time and bureaucracy, the Kincaid–Jordan story lingers like an echo in the canyon faint, unsettling, and impossible to fully dismiss.

Because the Grand Canyon is vast.

And some places, once entered, do not easily give up their secrets.

A listener writes “The summer of 1991 was something I had prepared for all year. I was part of a Boy Scout troop selected for a 50 mile crew trek at Philmont Scout Ranch near Cimarron, New Mexico. After several days at base camp, our packs were loaded and we set out on a 12-day trek through the mountains.

About four days in, I began to feel like I was being watched. It wasn’t fear at first just a persistent awareness that never went away. The guide assigned to our crew for the first few days seemed uneasy as well. He left us early, saying he’d meet us again three days later at the next major activity camp.

Early in the afternoon on day six, I stepped away from camp to dig a cat hole. As I was crouched there, I thought I saw something peek out from behind a tree, then quickly pull back out of sight. I brushed it off, telling myself I was exhausted and slightly dehydrated. I hadn’t been in great shape when the trek began, and the altitude and miles were taking their toll.

Over the next two days, that feeling of being watched never left. None of the adults seemed concerned, so I assumed I was being paranoid.

On the fifth night, I heard a distant howl that lasted close to ten seconds. It sent a chill straight through me. I had grown up camping, hunting, and fishing and had spent countless nights outdoors, but I had never heard anything like it. It wasn’t a coyote, bobcat, cougar, or bear. I barely slept that night.

Night six passed quietly, except for what I thought were pine needles falling on my tent. But night seven is when things truly became unsettling.

Every evening we hoisted our food and anything scented into a bear bag, suspended between two trees to keep black bears out. That night, heavy footsteps circled the camp. By morning, the bear bag was gone. The rope had been pulled so hard that the bag flipped over the line between the trees and dropped to the ground. The bag had been roughly 25 feet in the air and about 20 feet from each tree. I don’t know of any predator capable of doing that.

I overheard the scoutmasters talking quietly that morning they were shaken. The following night we camped near several other crews, and there were no more incidents for the rest of the trek.

Still, whenever anything unusual happened, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. I didn’t dare tell anyone. I didn’t want to be labeled a coward by the other scouts. The ground was dry and rocky, and we never found any tracks or impressions. There was no proof only memories.

Fast forward to October of 1997

I had just completed a three year enlistment in the U.S. Army and traveled to Helena, Arkansas to visit my father’s side of the family. I grew up in Texas, about an eleven and a half hour drive south on I-35.

One night, my uncle invited me to go raccoon hunting with an old friend of his. We went up on Crowley’s Ridge and turned the friend’s hounds loose. I loved listening to those dogs work their howls echoing through the woods as they chased and treed raccoons. When they were younger, they used to shoot the raccoons, but now they just enjoyed hearing the dogs do their job.

We had already treed a few, and it was close to 2:00 a.m. when the hounds chased a raccoon off the ridge into a thick hollow. Suddenly, the woods went dead silent. Moments later, the raccoon came running back up the ridge right past us.

Then the hounds emerged.

They were whimpering. One was limping. Every instinct we had told us something was wrong, and we decided to get out of the woods immediately.

The next day, my uncle took me to visit an elderly Cherokee man he knew. My uncle asked him about the area where we had been the night before and showed him the location on a map. When my uncle pointed it out, the man told us to stay away from that place. Members of his tribe never go there, he said, because something old and powerful lives there. People have disappeared in that area over the years.

I didn’t fully believe it after the first incident years earlier but it’s hard to dismiss warnings from Native people with an oral history stretching back thousands of years.

It feels good to finally get this off my chest after all these years. No one would have believed me when these events happened. I don’t think even my wife would believe me now.

Thank you for listening for giving space to those who’ve carried these experiences in silence for far too long.”

A listener writes “I’m from Arkansas. In 1984 I had a face to face with one that I’m convinced was eating bugs. It said something, or made a garbled noise. I was 14yrs old.

It scared me so badly my legs gave out. I didn’t have a perfect view of it’s face because it was backlit, but we were less than a foot apart.

I’m a lifelong hunter and have only had one other strange thing happen in the woods over 40yrs. I’m actually glad my sighting was from my bedroom but my grandparents told me stories of what they called Red Eyes.

On the night of September 19, 1976, Tehran was settling into sleep when the phone lines at Mehrabad Air Force Base began lighting up.

Civilians across the city were calling in, all reporting the same thing: a brilliant object hanging in the sky, far brighter than any star, pulsing with colors white, blue, red changing rhythmically, almost deliberately.

At first, duty officers assumed it was an astronomical object. But when radar operators confirmed a solid return, the mood changed. Whatever was out there wasn’t just being seen it was being tracked.

Shortly after midnight, the Imperial Iranian Air Force scrambled an F-4 Phantom II interceptor. The jet roared into the night, climbing fast toward the object.

As the pilot closed the distance, something extraordinary happened.

At roughly 25 nautical miles, his instrument panel went dark. Communications cut out. Radar failed. Navigation systems died. The aircraft was suddenly blind and mute.

The pilot broke off the intercept and turned back toward base.

The moment he did, everything came back online as if nothing had ever been wrong.

Command decided to try again.

A second F-4 Phantom was launched, this time piloted by a highly experienced crew. They climbed toward the glowing object, now visibly maneuvering in ways no conventional aircraft could hovering, then accelerating without sound.

As the jet approached, the crew saw something even stranger.

A smaller, intensely bright object detached from the main craft and raced directly toward them.

Believing they were under threat, the pilot attempted to fire an AIM-9 missile.

The instant he tried to arm the weapon, the entire weapons control system failed..

No firing. No lock. Nothing.

Once again, communications dropped. Instruments flickered. The smaller object passed close by the jet, then abruptly stopped hovering before returning to the larger craft.

Another luminous object soon separated, descending rapidly toward the ground. Ground radar tracked it all the way down until it appeared to land outside Tehran. Search teams later found no debris, no impact site nothing.

As dawn approached, the primary object climbed higher and higher, until it faded into space.

The pilots returned shaken but composed. Their aircraft showed no mechanical faults. Every system tested normal. No explanation fit what had happened.

What made the incident impossible to ignore was what followed.

A classified report was forwarded to the U.S. Defense Intelligence Agency, then circulated to the White House, Joint Chiefs of Staff, CIA, and NSA. The DIA described the case as a “classic UFO incident”, citing multiple radar confirmations, visual sightings, and electromagnetic interference affecting military aircraft.

No definitive explanation was ever given.

To this day, the 1976 Tehran UFO Incident remains one of the most compelling military encounters on record because it wasn’t just a sighting.

It was a controlled response, involving trained pilots, advanced aircraft, radar tracking, and system failures that only occurred when humans got too close.

And whatever was over Tehran that night…it clearly knew they were there.

The sky was crystal clear that afternoon as Kenneth Arnold, an experienced private pilot and businessman, lifted his small CallAir A-2 off the ground. He was flying from Chehalis to Yakima, scanning the rugged peaks of the Cascade Mountains below.

Arnold wasn’t sightseeing he was on the lookout for a missing Marine transport plane rumored to have crashed near Mount Rainier. A reward had been offered, and Arnold knew the mountains well.

As he approached Rainier around 2:59 p.m., something caught his eye.

A sudden flash of light, like the reflection of a mirror, flickered near the snow-covered peaks. Then another. And another.

Arnold squinted, thinking at first it might be military aircraft perhaps jets on maneuvers. But what he saw next made his stomach tighten.

Nine objects.

They appeared in a loose formation, moving south to north, darting between Mount Rainier and Mount Adams. They weren’t shaped like airplanes. They weren’t balloons. They were flat, crescent-like, and metallic silvery objects that seemed to skip across the sky, banking and weaving at impossible speeds.

Arnold checked his instruments. Everything was normal.

Then he timed them.

Using the distance between the two mountains about 50 miles Arnold calculated how long it took the objects to cross the span. The answer stunned him. Based on his measurements, they were traveling at over 1,200 miles per hour far faster than any known aircraft in 1947.

As the objects moved, they didn’t fly smoothly like planes. Arnold later said they moved “like a saucer skipping across water.”

That description would change everything.

After landing in Yakima, Arnold couldn’t shake what he’d seen. He reported the incident to airport officials and later spoke with reporters. He was careful with his words, but the press seized on one phrase and ran with it.

“Flying saucers.”

Within days, newspapers across the country carried the story. And almost immediately, similar sightings began pouring in from farmers, pilots, police officers, and everyday citizens. The United States had entered the UFO era.

Arnold never claimed the objects were extraterrestrial. He only insisted on one thing:

“They were real. I know what I saw.”

Skeptics proposed explanations optical illusions, meteors, secret military craft but none fully matched the behavior Arnold described. The Air Force quietly took interest. Just weeks later, something crashed near Roswell, New Mexico, and the mystery deepened.

Kenneth Arnold would spend the rest of his life tied to that day over Mount Rainier the day nine unknown objects flashed through the sky and rewrote modern history.

To this day, many consider it the first modern UFO sighting.

And it all began with a clear sky…and a pilot who happened to look in the right direction.”

Modern Explorer writes “While exploring an old mining road near Burnt Gulch, we began hearing what sounded like large animals moving through the trees heavy hoofbeats, multiple animals, moving just out of sight.

At first, we assumed they were horses. The landowner nearby keeps horses, and we had permission to be there. But as we followed the sounds, something strange became clear.

No matter where we moved, the sounds stayed just ahead of us.

When we got closer, they moved farther away. When we stopped, they stopped. When we changed direction, they changed direction.

It felt as if whatever was making the sounds knew where we were and was actively leading us.

Eventually, the sounds pulled us back toward the original area where we found a dead elk. Its body had been gutted, its head severed and placed in a wash nearby. The landowner later explained it had been roadkill that was skinned and partially butchered.

But when we returned the next day, the head was gone.

No drag marks.
No clear predator signs.
Only the smell remained.

Following that smell led us to a small, hidden child’s grave a place neither of us had known was there.”