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Mar 29

SC EP:1141 A Glitch In The Matrix

Tonight I will be speaking to Wes who is from Wisconsin. Wes writes “This happened in the late 90’s but I’m foggy on the exact yr. I know it had to be around 96 or 97 cause i was still too young to get into the bars and so most of my weekends were at house parties.

This night is no different, I arrive at my friends place around midnight, I wanna say it was early fall when this story takes place cause i can still remember warming up my p.o.s. chevette. There were 3 other guys including myself, it was nothing exciting, just playing goldeneye on the 360, laughing our asses and enjoying life. Then suddenly one of the guys says that he’s sick of sitting around and that we should go do something, we were all curious as to what he had in mind and suddenly my other buddy shouts out “the baby grave or or columbia mansion!!” We all looked at each other through bloodshot eyes, started laughing and shouted “lets go”!

The “baby grave and Columbia Mansion” have been the haunted “goto” place for yrs around the Marshfield Wi area and they are both relatively close by in proximity, (within a mile or 2) tonight was no different. It really is the only “cool” place to go and possibly have any kind of paranormal experience, or so we were told.

All 4 of us dragged our asses into one of the more reliable vehicles (89 grand prix!!) and got comfortable cause it was about a 45 min drive.

The drive down was uneventful, we just joked around, talked about girls, shared the latest drama/rumors and that was pretty much it. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived on columbia rd. Which was out in the sticks to say the least, if we had broken down or anything, I’m pretty sure I never would’ve found my way home. Luckily my buddy DJ (the driver) knew the approximate location of the baby grave but wasn’t quite 100% sure. So we drove around for another hour trying to find this stupid baby grave,we were all getting impatient and one of us mentioned that we should just stop by the first house we see with the lights on. (as i’m remembering this, i couldn’t believe our level of stupidity, I mean it was now about 2:30 in the am) but that didnt seem to effect our decision making, as you’ll see, plus we were seriously lost now. After about 10 more mins of wandering aimlessly, now just looking for any sign of civilization instead of the baby grave, we finally came around a corner and saw this amazing iron gate that stood about 20 ft high.

Right above it was a dim orange light glowing in the darkness, I yelled stop cause I saw this light, and another light on the porch front of this beautiful home.

All 4 of us rubbernecked this huge iron gate and realized someone was awake in the room adjacent to the porch cause we could see them walking around. Now this was no ordinary mansion, it was reminiscent of an old barn that had been converted into a home, It looked lived in, but not dilapidated or unloved. It was quite beautiful. The paint was fresh, the gate looked new. The driveway leading into the yard looked well used and well manicured, the yard or what we could see of it, did look a little unmanaged, but not forgotten. I looked over at my buddy and said, “the gates open”. My buddy kinda mumbled something like, “i’m not going in there”. I looked at my friend, “Dawson” and he’s like, “let’s go”. So myself and my buddy dawson squeezed through the open gate and approached the lit up porch.

I still remember the feeling I got walking up those creeky steps, it’s hard to explain, but I didn’t feel fear, just a sense of something was wrong with this picture. Dawson didn’t climb the steps, he just stood there waiting for me to knock. So I did. After about 30 seconds of uncomfortably waiting, I heard the inner door creek open and then the outer door popped open and I stepped back to let it swing by me. My first reaction was “what the fuck!!” cause what I was looking at was no ordinary old woman. This woman was about 4’11”, had long thinning white whispy hair, looked to be over a hundred yrs old, she was wearing what seemed to be 1800s style clothing, the light on the deck was gas or a candle and what caught me even further off guard was she was holding a tray with a candle lit in it. But as soon as I noticed that I just as quickly forgot about cause she started talking to me. She spoke in old english, using the words “ye” and asking where our wagon was. Dawson and I were baffled and speechless. She then started asking about our shoes and where would we get something like that at this day and age. I didn’t answer any of her questions, I just apologized for bothering her at such a late hour and asked if she could give us directions to the nearest town. She responded kindly and started telling us to take these “wagon trails” this and that way and we’ll eventually find the town of Columbia. I said thankyou so much for your help and apologized again and we quickly walked back to the car. Dawson and I sat in the car silent. After what felt like hours but was probably only a min or 2, I looked over at dawson and asked if that really happened. He was in as much shock as I was and whispered, ” I think so”.

Our other 2 friends were now in the front seat and kept asking what happened, who did we talk to, did you find out how to get the hell out of here? I was silent. I stared out the window and could still se her silhouette moving around. Dawson asked our other 2 friends to stop asking questions and turn around, get the hell out of here. We used the directions the lady gave us and that took us to what we had been looking for, this whole time. The baby grave. We parked the car, got out and told our other 2 friends the story of what we had just witnessed. They were as baffled and speechless as dawson and I were. But thats when we heard it. At first we couldn’t make out what the sound was, but i kept getting louder and louder…and louder until it sounded like it was in the bushes 20 ft away from us. It was a baby crying, long terrible cries. Cries that make you wanna run to the baby and console it, do anything to comfort the child. It was terrifying and incredibly disheartening. I could feel my eyes welling up for this screaming baby, knowing theres nothing I can do to help it. All 4 of us just stood there looking in all directions and we could all see fear in each others eyes.

Without a word we jumped in the car and headed back the way we came, spinning the tires off our 89 grand prix, somehow knowing our night wasn’t over and dreading every second. Nobody was speaking, all of us had one thing in mind, get to the highway, get home. Thats when we saw it. “Theres no possible way, I was thinking, what am I looking at? This can’t be the same house”! We were now looking at the iron gate. (the same iron gate that was new an hour ago) Dj slowed the car to a crawl, it no longer was new, the light above it no longer glowed. The gate now hung off it’s hinges, rusty, just barely dangling there. The driveway was overgrown, the porch had a tree growing through it, weeds had invaded and took it over, 7 ft tall briar bushes, were now where we had just walked an hour ago. The paint was flaking off badly, some places no longer had paint, just exposed boards, half the friggin house was caved in, the porchlight was hanging off the wall for what seemed to be for years. But one thing had remained the same throughout this impossible adventure. The little old lady was still pacing around with her candle lit in her tray. All 4 of us could see her, and all 4 of us felt like our minds were lost.

Confusion had set in, we started arguing. “how could this be”, “are we sure this is the same house”, “that can’t be the little old lady”, all these questions were being shout out. Dawson and I both shouted at what seemed like the exact same moment, “floor it” and so DJ did. No words were spoken, I could hear our friend Knetter crying. I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him that we’ll all talk about it after we get back. But sadly after we got back none of us ever really spoke again, this memory has been with me now for about 35 yrs and last year I received confirmation that it did happen. An old highschool friend reached out to me, telling me that she had heard about our story from one of the other 3 guys. She mentioned that her mom grew up just kitty korner from the “columbia mansion” and there have been several similar ghost stories that have happened throughout the years, not just to her mom, but to her moms friends. What’s even weirder is the town the old lady told me to goto, was called “Columbia” and all that’s left of that town was the baby grave. Oh and one more thing, upon the drive home from that crazy night, I realized we were visiting both these places in between 3 and 4am.

I think about this night often, constantly remembering it, wondering what we had witnessed. Did we get caught in a time slip, would it happen again if I went back? How was this even possible? So many questions, especially now that it’s been confirmed.

The second story is much more recent. It involves some kind of weird cryptid that was invisible. But if you wanna hear that one let me know.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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68 Responses to “SC EP:1141 A Glitch In The Matrix”

  10. Linda B

    Thank you very much, Wes. Thanks, also, to your guest. Wes meets Wes. SC is a really nice accompaniment to BBQ and diet rootbeer. 🙂
    Happy Saturday night everyone!
    Shout out to M99!

  18. Elizabeth B

    I love these kinds of stories! There is a girl on TikTok named ‘ashleeinc’, and she does a Spooky, Scary, Storytime. She just posted a story like this. Super creepy, but amazing tonight!!! Thank you!

  24. Matt K

    So they needed directions to get back on the highway very late at night. Then decided to knock on someone’s door. Sounds like a horror movie. Idk but great job Jack!!

  26. Sharon R

    First thought I had was perhaps these souls are stuck in the sense that ‘we’ cannot or are unable to guide them into the light. Perhaps some people can help…often referred to as mediums.

    I just don’t know. Hopefully, some can be led to a place of resolution and peace.

  27. Sharon R

    First thought I had was perhaps these souls are stuck in the sense that ‘we’ cannot or are unable to guide them into the light. Perhaps some people can help…often referred to as mediums.

    I just don’t know. Hopefully, some can be led to a place of resolution and peace.

    Wes, you are well-spoken and enjoyed your recount of the disturbing encounter through the swamp/forest with your son. I agree, we are dealing with a being foreign to our senses and understanding and, as I continue to listen to Sasquatch Chronicles, strongly warned to back off and respect their ‘home territory.’

  32. Maria G

    Thx Wes and Wes. Good job Jack I agree with your dad that you are a brave guy. Good job. As always sending nothing but we’ll wishes to the SC family from Maine. Hi Claire ☺️

  33. Kari L

    Thanks Wesses, great episode, very creepy indeed, especially after ep 1139/Drew’s “disappearing” home and occupant. Not my cup of tea but I’ll happily listen to whatever you give us until the next Sasquatch encounter. Not sure why paranormal stuff scares me more than Sasquatch, but I haven’t seen or experienced one…yet. Then I might change my mind.

    ~From the woods of S. Oregon 👣

  34. Kari L

    Wes, random question…

    I visited Cliff B’s Sasquatch museum in Boring, OR recently and was wondering, did “Murphy” the life-sized Sasquatch replica on display look anything like what you and Woody encountered (i.e. size, face, hair, color, etc.)? It was supposedly created based on a large collection of eyewitness accounts, sightings, evidence, track casts, etc. Just curious….. I stood next to it and woah, he was freakishly HUGE, a monster!! I can’t imagine seeing this thing in person. It really puts things in perspective when listening to your guest’s accounts, not to mention the PTSD afterwards.

    Another thought, Cliff’s giant replica could serve as a comparison to help your guests describe what they saw, using it to compare/contrast with their own sighting. https://northamericanbigfootcenter.com/museum/

  36. Aron S

    the interesting thing for me, after having spent the last couple of days deep diving into quantum mechanics, is that Westons story is potentially explainable. for that matter, so is the the story in 1139.

    I’d go into more detail, but it would probably sound like gibberish without a whole lot of detail.

  37. Michelle L

    Good story … but not a Sasquatch Chronicles …. Are we running out of Bigfoot witness emails … go figure….
    People send your eyewitness accounts in to Wes please.

  38. KRISTA J

    Thx Wes, for all you do. And thx Wes, tonight’s guest for sharing your story. I hope it helps you in any way, dealing with it. Now, to the boot lipping whine asses who are always the first to complain if he didn’t have a story to share. You ever think maybe he fills in when contents low, or even more, he helped someone that listens to his show too, with a situation he went thru that resegnated with one he heard here. This isn’t just for your stupid entertainment. It’s for those going thru the trauma of the unknown. It’s all in a web of mystery, mixed together.

  40. Tammy B

    Thank you for sharing these encounters!💝
    I hope it helps others who are dealing with similar incidents to know that they are not alone.
    Kudos to those who have been brave enough to come forward. I grew up in a little town known as the gateway to Yosemite…
    my ex husbands best friend is Ron Morehead, and I remember (way before I even knew my ex husband!) watching Ron’s house burn down. I had always heard that Bigfoot evidence was destroyed in that fire, it was in the 1970’s.
    That said, I grew up knowing these productive no non sense successful individuals spending time deep up in the forest hunting…
    and encountering Bigfoot. I remember my ex husband’s Uncle went up with them (one time!) and when they went to hunt after backpacking in on mules, something kept following him

  42. Cristina J

    I loved the rocky elmore episode. One of my favorite ones. I will also say, I follow a couple podcasts and have been on social media forever but ur listeners have to be some of the biggest butt nuggets of all. They complain about everything. I love everything u do and wish we could get maybe an extra episode of stories like this??? I feel like they are never happy so oh well if they don’t like it lol
    LOVE U WES AND THE SHOW!

  43. Tammy B

    Thank you for all you do Wes, you helped enlighten me to a quick encounter I had in 95!!
    I have been waiting for an encounter that some friends of mine had at Cherry Lake, and I am sure people don’t realize how much time

  46. Candace N

    Great episode, Wes. I appreciate you!

    These incidents are so mysterious and fascinating. Thanks to Wes, the guest, for sharing your story. I liked the details you provided likes the names of the rivers, trees, and forests.

    And Jack absolutely nailed the intro!

  47. Candace N

    I’m kinda sad that Wes and his buddies drifted away from each other after the Columbia House/ Baby Grave incident. I also got a strong visual of the four guys crying when they heard the baby crying/screaming. Playing a loud audio of a baby crying was one of the enhanced terrogation techniques, aka torture, used in the deployments after 911.

    • Seamus J. C

      Really? That’s horrifying.

      Yeah, the fact that people who have disturbing encounters beyond the normal then go on to never speak of it, or even to never spend time together again, speaks to our society’s penchant for denial and ignoring disturbing stuff, instead of dealing with it. I have sympathy for this, as I’ve endured some trauma myself and it’s very understandable to try to distance oneself from it–but it remains a dysfunctional response, and a rather sad one. The cornerstone of Sasquatch Chronicle’s appeal for me is the reversal of this silence, and the healing and relief that people experience upon sharing their stories.

  51. Jarrod R

    Some of you people will complain about anything. The dude literally details an encounter in the forest while with his young child, after he talks about the “time-slip”. Geeze.

  52. Seamus J. C

    Great episode! These sorts of encounters are fascinating. Are they ghosts–stuck souls? The fact that the old woman actually interacted with our heros suggests that it was not just a blip-blast from the past or glitch. SHE NOTICED THE BOYS’ SHOES. So a time slip makes some sense–two timelines interpenetrating each other for a moment. Or a fairly sentient ghost with her accompanying ghost house (OK, I could understand a ghost–but what ghost comes with her own period-house props?!).

    Bigfoot encounter sounds so typical, and yet so hard to explain. Was there vegetation between you two and the sounds you were hearing, Wes and Jack?

    Thanks, Wes, and Wes, and Jack!

  57. DALE M

    In the words of Alice, from Wonderland; “I’ll be true as long as you but not a minute after.” Thanks for the memories Wes, it’s been fun!

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