A listener writes “My story is short and probably insignificant but I’ll share it with you. It was either late summer or early fall in 2010. I was moving from Missouri to California to live with my then bf. While driving through AZ my car broke down.
My best friend lives in Casa Grande Arizona so I ended up staying with her while my car was getting fixed. She lived just outside Casa Grande near i10 in a mobile home and had maybe 4 neighbors. It was very isolated and rural. Anyway, my second night there I stayed up late and around 2 am I decided to call my boyfriend Steven and go out her back door to have a cigarette. Because it was a mobile home it had steps right outside the door.
I stood on the top step smoking and talking on the phone. Maybe 5 minutes into my conversation I looked in the direction of where the floodlights lit up her backyard and saw a huge rock coming right in my direction! It landed at the bottom of the steps right at my feet! I was very startled and immediately starting looking to see who threw this rock at me and saw no one! I heard nothing and saw nothing but knew I wasn’t alone. The rock was good sized and at the distance and force it was thrown it would’ve been difficult for the average man to throw it at me.
I got scared and immediately went back inside the house. My bf said moon rock but it was granite which was common to the landscape in the area. My best friend said the same thing when I told her in the morning what happened. When I googled rocks thrown of course Bigfoot came up . That’s when I became interested in Sasquatch.”