Sightings - Abandoned Missile Base Madness: Alaska, 2005

Episode Date: February 24, 2025

What lurks inside an abandoned Missile Base in Alaska? Does something terrifying dwell under a young girl’s house? And what’s trying to communicate with a college student in a wood-clad library? Find out as we bring three more incredible listener stories to life! Help keep Sightings free by trying this episode's sponsor Marley Spoon! Head to MarleySpoon.com/OFFER/SIGHTINGS and use code SIGHTINGS for up to 27 FREE meals! Sightings is a REVERB and QCODE Original. Find us on instagram @sightingspod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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where they are, something dark and mysterious always seems to be lurking just around the corner. Something that they'll never forget. Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. I'm a cloud. And I'm Brian. And today's episode brings you three more incredible listener stories that will leave you chilled. We've got a chilling crawlspace creature, entities at an abandoned missile site, and

something lurking in a library. So get ready to be scared out of your mind as we dive into your stories on this episode of S sightings. It's that time again for listener stories. And if you're anything like me, which is to say maybe kind of a little bit of a wuss, you're maybe not looking forward to how terrified you're about to be because if it's anything like last month and the month before that, I don't know, these freak me right the heck out. Brian? I can say that there's no possessed teddy bears in this episode.

Hooray. Although I got to say, I'm sorry, Jamie, I just, the teddy bear, it was the head turning, at least that part of the story, I don't know, I'm a skeptical gecko on the head turning. I think all the stuffed animals in your house go to you into saying that. That's right. They've got me tied up right now in the booth. Okay, there's a weird narwhal, which it's unfortunate that it's a narwhal because narwhals are great. There's a weird narwhal stuffed animal that has like a horn and human shaped eyes. In your house?

In my house. And I'm like, I just, why put human-shaped eyes on it? Ooh, ooh, that's terrifying. Yeah. Send me a picture. Sure. Oh, let's do an episode. Sure. Well, Narwhals aside and Teddy Bears aside,

we do have three really awesome stories today. All right. But let's get rolling with our first one. This one's from Lydia from Alabama. Huh, wait, hold on, Brian. Usually there's like a title that tells me what vibes we're about to get. This just says Lydia from Alabama. Yeah, after last week I decided to take the titles off so that way you don't know what's coming and you can't psych yourself out. But that means I'm going to be

that much more caught off guard. Oh, that's the point. Okay. So we do have Lydia from Alabama. She's from Alabama, but if I'm not mistaken, the story is going to take place in Baton Rouge. Yeah, Lydia is from Alabama, but the story takes place outside Baton Rouge. So, just, I think she's generally Southern. Yeah, there's a kind of like Alabama. Even just saying Alabama kind of gets me a little bit in there. So, I'll just give a little Alabama. All right. But before we start, I want to thank our awesome sponsor, Marley Spoon. So McCloud, at the beginning of the year, I made two goals for myself.

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One last time, that's marlyspoon.com slash offer slash sightings for up to 27 free meals and make sure you use our promo code sightings so they know we sent you. Yes, us. We want the credit. Us. And now back to getting into our story. Let's get the music going. McCloud, get your voice back. You ready? All right. I'm feeling it. I'm ready. Here we go. This happened to me back in the late 80s when I was a kid.

We lived in this small house just outside Baton Rouge when I was growing up. Nothing fancy, just your typical southern single-story home built up on blocks with a crawl space underneath. The type where you've got maybe three feet of space between the ground and the floor and it's always damp and musty down there because of the humidity. There was this old wooden lattice door thing on one side of the house that led into the crawlspace. It was basically just a frame with diagonal slats, probably original to the house, and it was always kind of loose on its hinges. I used to hide in there sometimes when playing hide and seek with my little brother Tommy,

even though the space totally creeped me out. I mean, it was all dirt and bugs and dark and yuck. Anyway, one day when I was about 11, I was walking home from school and as I was coming up the driveway, something looked off about the house. It took me a second to realize what it was, but then it hit me. The lattice door to the crawlspace was completely gone. Not broken, not hanging loose, just gone. Now, being a curious kid, and maybe not the smartest in this particular moment, I went over to check it out. That's when I heard this low rumble, almost like someone's stomach growling, but wrong.

The sound got louder and I swear it wasn't any kind of animal I've ever heard. It sounded more like a person trying to imitate an animal, if that makes sense. Like someone making a growling noise in their throat but distorted. Aaron Powell Are you glad that I didn't put a title on the episode McLeod? Michael O'Brien Yeah, because like I had in one of the apartments I lived in, like a possum, you know, get into the crawl space underneath it. And you know, they go, whoa, they have. They have these nasty growls.

So I was like, oh, maybe it's just a possum is my skeptical gecko. It's not a possum. Okay. All right. Thank God my dad was home that day. He worked construction and sometimes had random weekdays off.

I ran inside crying and told him about the noise. He grabbed a flashlight and went to check it out, probably thinking it was just a stray dog or something. But when we got back outside, the lattice door was back in place. Dad still checked under the house, shining the light all around, but there was nothing there. No animals, no people, not even any signs that anything had been moving around in the dirt.

My dad must have been at least a little freaked out though, because the next day he came home with some plywood and nailed the whole thing shut. I was kind of bummed about losing my hiding spot, but mostly I was just relieved. I tried not to think about it much after that. But then, maybe a month later, something even weirder happened. Tommy and I were playing in the yard, not hide and seek this time, just running around and doing whatever kids do.

I remember looking down at my watch because we were supposed to go in for dinner soon and when I looked back up, Tommy was gone, just vanished. I called out for him, looking all over the yard and that's when I noticed the plywood my dad had put up was missing. All the nails that had held it in place were lying on the ground in a neat little row, freaky, perfectly straight and clean.

Like they'd never been pried out at all, but the plywood itself was nowhere to be seen. Okay, but if something pushed from the inside, that would explain why the nails were all straight, maybe. And then they just took the plywood somewhere. They just took the plywood and lined up the nails? Yeah, no, the lining up is really, really disconcerting. I was worried about Tommy, thinking maybe he'd gone under there looking for a ball or something. So I called out his name, but there was no answer.

Just complete silence. And if you've ever been in Louisiana, you know that silence like that isn't natural. There should have been birds, insects, I mean something making noise. This is the part that still gives me nightmares sometimes. I got down on my hands and knees to look inside trying to see if I could spot Tommy in there.

The crawlspace looked deeper than I remembered, like the darkness just went on forever. And then, right next to my ear, I heard that same growling sound from before. Before I could react, something grabbed my arm. The hand felt like ice, like frozen meat, but it was strong, really strong. I screamed and somehow managed to pull away. I ran inside crying and there was Tommy, sitting at the kitchen table wondering what all the commotion was about. He'd gone inside to get a drink of water five minutes earlier.

When Dad got home and we went to check, the plywood was back in place. All the nails hammered in tight like they'd never been removed. Dad didn't believe me at first, but that night we all heard movement under the floorboards. And my dad went back outside, and if he found anything, he never said anything about it. But we moved out within two weeks. Finally! Somebody's just like, nope, and gets out of there. Good on you, uh, Lydia? Yep, Lydia, Lydia. Is that it? Yeah. Good on you, Lydia. My goodness, common sense.

I drove by there a couple years ago with my husband. I wanted to show him where it all happened. The house looks pretty much the same, and that plywood is still there, though it's been painted over a few times. But there's no way in hell I was going to get out for a closer look. Yes Lydia my girl! So you still think it was a possum, McCloud? Man honestly what came to mind for me was like it. Oh yeah. Which is not real it was made up by Stephen King but. But, you know, the creepy human entity person thing. Whoa. Oh, Lydia.

Good on you guys for making the smart decision. You guys get a prize, as we've seen for most of the episodes we've done. I know. Who are just like, I'm going to stick it out. Yep. Yep. And honestly, to me, it just makes

it this story that much more believable. When someone's like, I got out of there. I'm like, yeah. Yeah. My first thought was maybe it was a vagrant or something, which sounds strange, I guess. Yeah, but the growling. And how do they get the nails in when they're inside? Yeah.

It's like I'm in my head. I'm trying to track the, like, nails come out, nails go in, like, because you could push it out from the inside, and that's how you wouldn't have bent nails and then the lining up could be like well I don't want to lose my nails. But I still don't it doesn't sound human. No it doesn't it doesn't so. Good story. All right well we're going to be back right after this with another awesome story

coming right at you. All right welcome. We are on to story number two. This one comes from Chris, who is from South Carolina originally, though he seems very well traveled and does not strike me as the kind of person. He's a military guy. Okay. So I'm not expecting an accent here.

That's good. I was gonna say y'all are taking me, about to take me on a tour of my regionalisms. Yeah. Like my mom is from North Carolina. I'm from Kentucky. So like North North Carolina I have somewhat of an ear for, of course, if I were to try and do it. I'm sure people from Raleigh would be like, nice try.

You know what my key end to a North Carolina accent always was? It was like there was an ad. I remember being there visiting my cousins and there being an ad for movie gallery. That's right, movie gallery, back when there were movie rental places that existed where you actually went. Is that like a blockbuster? Like a blockbuster, yeah, movie gallery. That's right, movie gallery. Back when there were movie rental places that existed where you actually went. Is that like a blockbuster? Like a blockbuster, yeah, movie gallery. And I remember it just was so North Carolina because it was a come on down a movie gallery. We got all your finest selections of this, that, and the other. Like, you don't know what you're missing here in movie gallery. Oh man, all right, well Chris is from South

Carolina, but the story, he's in the military and the story takes place in Alaska. In Alaska. Okay. Cool. Let's get the music rolling. And here we go. My name is Chris, and I have a story about an abandoned Nike missile site for y'all.

This one always made the hair on the back of my neck stand up whenever I think about it. But first, it probably helps to know what a Nike missile site is. Nike missiles were a product of the Cold War, and in the late 1950s, sites were built in and around Anchorage, Alaska. Some have been turned into historic sites, others parks and rec buildings, and some, particularly the one in my experience, were abandoned to the annals of time. experience, were abandoned to the annals of time. Ooh, annals of time. That's a good one. Between 2002 and 2005, I was stationed as a security forces airman at Elmendorf Air Force Base outside Anchorage. And like most young single military members, I was restless and always looking for a way to blow off steam. I had recently returned from a deployment to Iraq

and was suffering from major anxiety and PTSD, so I'd often escape with friends to this old missile site at Point Mackenzie, a super remote place about an hour and a half from base. It was filled with graffiti and had been used as an unofficial shooting range for what looked like years. Most of the buildings were intact still but with collapsed roofs, and at the center of it all was this huge 30-foot berm that surrounded the buildings that used to house the missiles.

Really, the whole place was a sort of time capsule to a bygone era. This is, like, cool that I'm already... I feel like I'm getting kind of a history lesson. It's really setting the scene for me for, like, a location that I have no familiarity with. Mm. So I really appreciate this.

Yeah. It's putting me in a cool frame of mind. So one night, when me and a few of my buddies were out there to do some target practice with our rifles and pistols, we started snooping around some of the buildings. And it was weird. At one point, we all got this odd feeling like someone was watching us. All being military guys, I guess you could say we were more keen towards Spidey senses, per se, so we drew our weapons into a ready position. And even though we didn't see anything right then, the creepy part was we could all feel

it and it made our hair stand on end. But that was just the start of the weirdness. Later we ventured into a new building and found this dead moose carcass hanging from the ceiling like someone had hunted it and were picking pieces off to eat on it. A weird, weird and random thing to find. We all wondered what the hell it was doing there, yeah, and who might have been eating on it. Afterwards, we all headed back to Anchorage. A few of us set up

playing video games and drinking some beers at my apartment off base. Then we said our goodbyes and I passed out. Weirdly enough, I had this dream about the Nike site that night. Call it an alcohol-induced dream if you like, but it was so vivid I really felt like I was back in the 1960s working at the missile base. One of my fellow soldiers was named Munez and was walking me through the base. I was amazed that all the buildings looked in their prime, fully staffed, with all equipment in working order. And I followed this Munez guy around like he was showing me everything about the operation. The craziest part of it is that all of my friends had similar

dreams with the same dude in it. Stringing all of them together, it created this entire timeline. Coincidence? Maybe, but I still think this was something to do with us snooping around out there. Wow, this reminds me of like the Mothman story that we had, like where everyone had a shared premonition kind of, or a shared dream. Yeah, yeah. Mmm. And there's a dead moose. Unlike the Mothman.

This is the first dead moose. So a week or so later, we decided to go back out to the missile site and snoop around some more. And when we got there, it was just around sunset. But it was strange. The air felt as if night had already fallen. It didn't stop us though, and we started exploring until we found the launch facility where they actually housed the missiles. And as we were looking around we started feeling that hair on the

back of the neck thing again. We split up to see what might be causing it, and as we did we started to see these solid black human shadow figures in the wood line and on top of the berm about 30 yards from us. I shined my flashlight at them and couldn't see any features. It was like the light beam had just hit a black hole in the air. And worse, the shadows seemed to be multiplying. So we banded together and created a perimeter with our guns at the ready, waiting to see what would happen next. Then the shadows started moving towards us, almost in a menacing, malevolent way. It almost seemed as if they were trying to attack us or scare us off the land, but we

were not going to go without a fight. So we started firing at these shadow figures and tried to retreat to our trucks. But for a minute there, it felt like we weren't going to make it out unscathed. I hopped in the bed of my buddy's truck, and as we were driving out of the area, I swore that one of these shadow entities transformed into a shadow wolf right in front of me. Like a full-on wolf. Like, what a reference. Like a full-on wolf like Taylor Lautner's character in Twilight. And I even fired a shot at it, but there was no yelp from it, and I didn't see anything to indicate I missed either, like no dirt kicking up. At one point it seemed close enough to the

back of the truck that if it were a real wolf, I would have seen the eyes and teeth, but all I saw was black shadow. The thing kept chasing us until we drove off the base, and we thought we were all clear since we knew there wasn't another living human in the area. But then out of nowhere, these round headlights started following us. It was like an old Vietnam era Jeep was trying to chase us down. The craziest thing about it, as soon as we hit a line where the road went from dirt to asphalt, the lights vanished and this weight lifted off our shoulders. Even though I've done research to learn more about the area, I still haven't solved the

mystery of the shadow figures, the wild dreams, or what it all meant. Last I saw on Google Earth, the site was still standing, if anyone wants to look it up. But if I am ever in Alaska again, I will never set foot on that land again, even if you paid me a million dollars too. It was all too creepy for my liking. For mine too, Chris. Wow, thank you, Chris. Man, yeah. I mean, obviously, like, something about... There's shape-shifting legends in Native American culture, especially in Alaska, aren't there? I know. I was going to say, the fact that this is Alaska lends it a lot of credibility for me

because Alaska is such a vast and unknown kind of... Vast, yeah. So the idea that there could be a group of beings... But you know what's also interesting? The idea of like the kind of like being haunted by the past, sort of like the Vietnam era Jeep headlights. Yeah. Like that somehow...

I'm trying to square that with the wolves though. Yeah. You know, maybe at this missile base, there was more going on than at the eye. Right. Making werewolves. Making were soldiers. Were soldiers. Oh my god.

I don't know. What's the tie-in with wolf and government conspiracy? There you go. Yeah, really good story, Chris. All right, we got one more story though. We'll be back right after this. Hello, skeptical geckos and believer beavers, Brian here, and I wanna share one of my favorite

podcast recommendations with you. It's called Believing the Bizarre, and it's a paranormal extravaganza that dives into hauntings, cryptids, aliens, conspiracies, and more. I myself have been listening to Tyler and Charlie for years because there's so much fun. They really do bring an entertaining yet balanced perspective to all things supernatural, and

the show really feels like just hanging around the campfire telling ghost stories with friends. So if you ever thought the Loch Ness Monster could be a ghost, which is a theory I have not heard before, or if you bring a skeptical eye to some conspiracies you read on the internet, I think Believing the Bazaar is going to be right up your alley. They've got new episodes every Tuesday, so check out Believing the Bazaar right now on Apple podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts. Alright, welcome back from break. McCloud, I need to take a pulse here. How are you doing? back from break. McCloud, I need to take a pulse here.

How are you doing? Well, I mean, these stories, first off, are awesome. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just feeling braver or getting more used to these stories. I'm feeling less immediate fear and terror than just kind of awe. These stories are so unique and cool and specific.

Not that the others weren't, but I don't know, for whatever reason, they're hitting me differently. Maybe because these are a little more creature-y, seeming, than like teddy bears. Yeah, maybe I'm more afraid of ghosts. Maybe that's the thing. Maybe it's creatures don't scare me as much as ghosts, maybe. Well, you're gonna love this next story then.

Okay, I knew a shoe was gonna drop. All right, so we got a story from Kyle from Maine. So give us your best New England MacLeod. Oh man, no, it's so hard. Like Maine is so specific. All right, well we went to college together in New England. I'm like, I don't even, I don't wanna embarrass myself. No, just give us you then. I was like, don't go on that road't want to embarrass myself in a way. Yeah, no, just give us you then.

I was like, don't go on that road there. Dark things come back from there. Yeah, all right. All right, let's just play this straight then. So, let's get the music running. This happened back in the summer of 92 when I was staying at my friend Connor's family place on Cape Cod. We were in college then and Connor's parents had this amazing old house right by the water, and they were letting us stay there for the summer while they were traveling through Europe.

Looking back, they were probably crazy to let two 20-year-old guys have free reign of their house all summer long, but we were actually pretty well-behaved, mostly. The house itself was incredible, and its coolest room was this big library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. One of those rolling ladders to reach the top shelves, leather chairs, wood everywhere, the whole deal. So one night, maybe three weeks into our stay, Connor and I were bored out of our minds. There was nothing on TV because this was before there was even good cable and we'd already played like five games of cards. That's when Connor remembered seeing an old Ouija board in one of the library's cabinets. I'd never used a Ouija board before,

but I figured what the hell. So we cleared off a big wooden table, set up the board, and turned off most of the lights except for this old desk lamp. We were both kind of laughing about it, not taking it seriously at all. We asked the usual dumb questions, is anyone there? What's your name? Nothing happened for maybe 15 minutes, and we were about to give up when the planchette started to move. And here's the thing, I know I wasn't moving it.

I'm not saying Connor wasn't, but I was watching his hands too, and it really didn't look like he was pushing it. The planchette moved slowly, deliberately, and spelled out the word R-E-A-D. Read. And since we were in a library, I guess that made sense. But I still couldn't tell if Connor was faking it. We waited for more words to spell out, but that was it. The planchette just stopped moving completely, so we eventually packed it up and went to

bed. I kind of forgot about the whole night until about a week later when I was alone in the library reading something one afternoon. Then I heard this thump behind me. I turned around and saw a book lying open on the floor. Now I know what you're thinking, old house, old shelves, books fall sometimes. That's what I thought too until I went to pick it up.

It was some random novel opened to a seemingly random page except there was one word underlined in ink. Hello. I know how this sounds, but I swear the underlining looked fresh. I mean, the ink was still wet and smudged when I touched it. Hmm, where's the pen? Anyway. I looked around, thinking Connor was playing a prank on me, but then I saw him out by the water. There's no way he could have done this, and no one else was in the house. Even so, I didn't tell Connor about it because, well, how do you bring something like that up without sounding crazy? Then a few days after that, I went into the library and

noticed something else that was weird. There was a stack of books on the main table that definitely hadn't been there the night before. I was about to just ignore it when something caught my eye about the titles. The first word of each title, from top to bottom, read, Here. I. Be.

Which could have been a coincidence, or just me seeing something in randomness, like when you see shapes in clouds. But still it was weird and kind of freaked me out, so that's when I finally told Connor. He was skeptical at first, but when I showed him the books he at least seemed kind of into it and suggested we try the Ouija board again. Honestly, I was scared of what would happen, but nothing did. The planchette never moved. After that I kind of wrote the whole thing off as weird coincidences, but then came the thing that I still can't explain away. It was my last week there and I was alone in the library again, this time actually writing a letter to my mom. I had gotten up to get

a drink and when I came back there was something written at the bottom of my letter in this shaky, unfamiliar handwriting. Thank you for visiting. Wow! Thank you for visiting! The pen I'd been using was still exactly where I'd left it, untouched. The doors and windows were all closed, and the ink was fresh, just like it had been in the book weeks before. We never did figure out what was going on in that library. Connor's parents didn't know anything about any ghosts or weird occurrences when we asked them later.

And even though we never got any hard evidence, like video of anything happening, that summer changed how I think about things we can't explain. The ghost seems a little oblique. It does. It seems like it's just kind of like amused by these like young... These stupid kids in their house. Yeah. I'm into that though. I like a non-aggressive ghost that's just like, oh, I'm here. If this was a prank though, good on whoever managed to pull this off. It could be a prank. This good on whoever managed to pull this off.

It could be a prank. This thing seems like something that's possible. But I would think that it clearly wasn't Connor though. Right, it wasn't Connor. So I don't know if he had other friends who might've been on or something like that, but I feel for Kyle at this point. I don't feel too bad for Kyle

because nothing bad happened. And what a cool story he got out of it. Yeah, they did give him the gift of an awesome story that has now been immortalized forever. Aaron Ross Powell Yeah, I still love that. Read. Read a book. Aaron Ross Powell Oh man.

So yeah, this wasn't a scary of a ghost story I think. Aaron Ross Powell Which I am fine with. I'm thankful. I don't think that my lack of terror is any indication of the pleasure I derived from reading them. Well, there you go. And hopefully, listeners, you guys felt the same way. As always, if you have more stories of your own to send our way, hit us up on Instagram

at SightingsPod or email us at theories at sightingspodcast.com. Thanks, everyone, for sending these awesome stories. You're such good writers. Um, Brian, where are we heading next week for a return to our typical format? So we are heading to England for a really cool mystery with some UFO elements. I am personally hoping Stonehenge. Not yet, but we're doing something else that's pretty cool. Ah, wow, you just dismissed it out of hand.

Usually you're like, oh, I don't know. But listeners, if you want to see where we're going, find us next week, same time, same place, here on Sightings. Bye. Sightings is hosted by McLeod, Anders and Brian Sigley. Produced by Brian Sigley, Chase Kinzer and McLeod, Anders. Series music by Mitch Bain. Mixing and mastering by Pat K. Kleider of Sundial Media. Artwork by Nuno Cernatus.

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