Sightings - Signs

Episode Date: January 19, 2026

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That's O-D-O-O-O- dot com. There's been a horrible accident, I said hastily. I don't know what happened. Corcoran's eyeless skull gawked, his lower jaw having sagged more since I first found him, making it look like his corpse was trying to scream. His body is just a casing to be discarded. The man said softly.

What's important is that he will not deny him burial in the method we prepared for him. We're his protectors. Stop us from doing his will and you'll be harmed. His transition has come and we are ready. Go back in the house. No one needs to know. Knife Point Horror. Tales of supernatural suspense written, produced and narrated by

Soren and Narnia. Now transmitting from Spector Vision Radio, anywhere you hear podcasts. Most supernatural encounters don't begin with screams or apparitions. They begin with signs, a sound that doesn't belong, a shadow where there shouldn't be one, whispers drifting through the woods or footsteps echoing in the dark. At first, these moments are easy to ignore, easy to explain away. But once you notice them, it's already too late. Because when something from the other side wants to be seen, it rarely arrives without warning. Welcome to sightings and welcome to a brand new year of creepy encounters.

I'm MacLeod. And I'm Brian. And thank you all for your patience as we took a holiday break to reset. Because we have a lot going on, don't we, MacLeod? We do. I'm writing a movie. McLeod is an audiobook machine. and even though we want to bring you an amazing fully produced story every single week,

we simply don't have the time. So this year, sightings is going to look a little bit different. We still plan to bring you fully produced monster, alien, and ghost stories, but this year that will happen during spooky season this fall. So for the rest of the year, we're going to bring you more of what you've been saying you like the most, the creepy listener stories we bring to life each month. So every month, until spooky season,

starts. We are going to bring you a brand new episode stuffed with even more listener stories that left us chilled. Speaking of which, since we're going to be focusing on listener stories until the fall, we'd love to hear yours. You can email us at Stories at sightingspodcast.com or message us on Instagram at sightings pod. We cannot wait to hear your stories and we cannot wait to get together with you every single month to bring you a brand new episode of our very favorites. That's right. Send us your spooky fuel. That's a good way of saying it. I like that.

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Now available in Canada, too. Yay. Yay. That's Q-U-I-N-C-E. dot com slash sightings for free shipping and 365 day returns quince.com slash sightings, eh? Welcome back, everyone. We are so excited to bring you some of our favorite listener stories that you have been sending in. McLeod, I know it's your favorite thing to do. Now I only get freak out McLeod, which is great. Yes, indeed. We're actually, since we're only doing an episode a month right now,

we are actually going to bring you more listener stories than usual. So we've got four today, McLeod Our first one actually comes all the way from Australia All right So this comes

from Gretchen And I'm not going to say anything Other than it's a Spooky House story Yeah I'm not a fan of this change

Where you don't Give me any clues Or tell me anything Or any warning About what I'm walking into Oh, you gotta keep you on your toes

Just like the audience And again Just to be clear I should Leave the Australian accent alone, right? I think you probably should

Yeah, I probably should Well I'm excited to hear your normal MacLeod accent. Let's get some music going. Okay. I live in Brisbane, Australia, but when I was a child, we lived in a town a couple of hours away.

When I was seven, my sister was 11, my brother 15, we lived in a rental house that was built on a block of rural acreage that used to be a cattle slaughterhouse. Oh boy. It was a beef farming and gold mining town. The house was nondescript,

just a two-story brick house with three bedrooms and bright-worn shag carpet everywhere. Oh, it really was haunted by fashion disasters. I shared a room with my sister. It would have been around 1993. We lived there for a few years. We went to the school next door. Our dad was a fitter and Turner, and our mother worked at the local paper. We had a quiet life. Nothing very exciting happened generally, which is how I like it. But a couple of years into living in the house, our mother started kind of consistently losing her patience with my brother. He's eight years older than me, and we may as well have lived in different worlds.

He was a bit of a troublemaker, not just then, but on into his entire adult life, too. It wasn't like our mother to be impatient or to take things that kids did particularly personally, but she had got it in her head that my brother was deliberately disturbing her sleep. Every morning she would tell him to knock it off, and every day she was a bit more tense about it. he didn't deny it. He would just say, okay, Mum, and the next day, Mum would tell him off again. Finally, my older sister asked him when our parents weren't home, what on earth he was doing at night and why he didn't just stop. All he would say was that he wasn't doing anything, but it was better if Mom thought it was him. I didn't really ask any questions beyond that. I wasn't especially

interested, but I shared a room with my sister and she started waking me up at night. It turned out she had been staying up at night, as long as she could possibly. stay awake, to try and hear whatever it was that mom was blaming our brother for. When she heard it, she would wake me to make me listen to. At first it was just footsteps, long and slow on the concrete footpath beneath our second-story bedroom window. The first time I told her it was dad leaving for work because I thought it was early morning rather than late night and our dad left at 5 a.m. to go to the MDF factory he worked at. So my sister dragged me out of bed to go into the hallway so I could see our parents asleep in their bed. So I said it was our brother, and she creaked his

bedroom door open so I could see him asleep, too. I still wasn't afraid. I didn't really care if someone was walking on the footpath that went from our door to our washing line. I was a child that didn't find things to be sinister. Things just either were or were not. I poked my head out the window. I couldn't see anyone, and I went back to sleep. My sister didn't really sleep after that. She woke up at every little sound. She lived in a state of hypervigilance. I slept like a log, but she started waking me up again when the footsteps started moving. They went from the footpath outside to the steps outside the front door and then moved to our hallway inside the house. I would get up when she woke me and I would listen and I absolutely did hear them too. They just didn't frighten me or stop me

from sleeping. Then one night my sister woke me up again. She had the blanket wrapped around her whole body and head, so she looked like a caterpillar with just her face showing. I could hear the footsteps, heavy and slow, like someone who was very tired was walking the hallway outside our bedroom door. Because I wasn't afraid, she whisper screamed at me to open the door and go into the hallway, so I did. I stood in silence. I listened to the clock tick. I could hear the refrigerator humming. It was dark and otherwise silent. I waited. Then I heard the click of a light switch and the living room light turned on.

I felt uneasy. I stared down the hallway to the living room, waited until the click sounded again and the light turned off. Then I went back into our bedroom, closed the door, told my sister everything was fine and went back to bed. My poor sister, she was in a nervous mess all the time. I was okay. I still slept fine. I understood that something was happening that was upsetting and strange, but I didn't really think it was something to be afraid of, because as far as I could tell, whatever it was seemed

completely uninterested in us. Until the night before we left that house, my sister and I were asleep. I remember Ardunas didn't have any covers on them because the linen had all been packed up, so we were just on mattresses with our dunas, no pillowcases, etc. My sister whisper screamed at me, doing her blanket chrysalis again, but this time when I looked her wide-eyed face, there were shadows moving across it. The shadows were long, thin, and slanted, and they were being caused by the Venetian blinds being rapidly opened and closed. On our desk there was an open packet of uninflated balloons. As I sat up, I heard a strange

snapping sound, and I turned to look at the desk. I could see a balloon being stretched out, pulled tight as far as it could go, and then being released. The snapping, sound was the result of it being released. I remember not thinking or feeling anything. I just watched the balloon stretching and releasing until it dropped onto the desk and stayed there. I was still staring at the balloon, now inert, when I realized there was a slow scraping sound coming from within the wardrobe. I realized it was the metal coat hangers, now with no clothes on them, being pulled from one side of the metal rod to the other. The wardrobe door remained closed. By this time my seat, sister was in tears, urgently demanding that I'd go get our mother. So I did. I ran across the

carpet, woke up, Mom, dragged her into our room, and everything stopped. I hadn't understood how loud the sounds were until they were gone, and it was just my sister, crying under her Duna. Mum didn't believe us, but I think she also knew we were leaving in the morning, and there was no use in dwelling on any of it. She told us she thought the house didn't want us to go, and whatever was there was trying to communicate and just didn't realize how frightening that would be to us. The next day we left. We went to our new house where the weirdest thing that ever happened was a brown snake in my bedroom. No ghosts at that house, if that's even what was at the rental house. My sister is in her early 40s now. She has five children. She believes that our dead uncle made

contact years ago and told her to break up with her boyfriend, though weirdly for someone who believes in such things, she did not listen and she married him instead. I was much more observer than believer, and I still don't know what was happening in that house. I still believe it was nothing to be afraid of. Our mother does believe in ghosts, but she's always maintained she doesn't think that house was haunted. It's more like a memory, she told me once. A memory of a life lived there, playing again and again. We don't know how time works, she told me.

We don't even know if it's real or if it's just a thing we tell ourselves to make sense of the world. Who knows how many layers of reality are at play in one place at one time, how many people are in one place at one time, separated by whatever the thin veneer between worlds or dimensions is. Who knows whether we are even the real one? Maybe, she said, it was us who haunted them. There's a lot of things I really liked about this one that I thought were pretty unique. First, that the writer is one of the biggest skeptical geckos, I think, we've ever had.

I know. Like nerves of steel It's awesome For a little girl I love her she's like I'm just gonna walk outside And look and just stand there And you know

Doesn't bother me I'm not interested Yeah this woman goes on my like Who do you want to be in your like crew In the zombie apocalypse Absolutely I think she would be the one wielding a shotgun kicking down doors Yeah just like I don't believe in zombies But I'll kill this one

Other than that This story kind of reminded me of the movie The Others with Nicole Kidman Where Nicole Kidman Thinks that her house is haunted I'm spoiling this for I think the spoiler alert window has passed. Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, but she realizes that she's actually the one haunting the house. And the way that this haunting felt kind of felt like that, like these people were almost intruding on this other party of people who were occupying the same space but in another liminal space or something like that. But then that balloon moment. Yeah, that's very like literal and tangible. Yeah. And like I just sat there and watched a blue. balloon being stretched and like it is interesting to me that that happened on the very last night is almost is that just coincidence or do you think that there was some kind of piercing of the veil in some

kind of way you know like they knew that they were leaving and wanted to make their presence more known or something oh i don't know but i mean like they they moved to the balloons maybe the balloons were some sort of like the balloons got moved into her room from the kitchen drawer or something but it was not just the balloons it was those hangers in the closet and And then the Venetian blinds, like the Venetian blinds alone, if I had blind, I've had blinds like that on my windows before. Oh, yeah. If those started moving on their own. Yeah.

Never would I have sat back in that room. Flit, flap. Flip, yeah. That alone is terrifying, let alone seeing the balloon rise up off the table and start snapping back and forth. I don't even know how I would handle that. This woman or this girl, I guess, at the time. Sounds like she was a champion. Yeah.

Yeah. One question I do have, though, for Gretchen. You mentioned at the beginning that your brother was just kind of taking the, you know, just kind of like, not fighting back when his mom was like, why are you keeping me awake at night? He's like, he just kind of rolled with the punches, I guess. Clearly, he knew something was going on in the house. But the story never mentioned what he experienced. I would love to know. Oh, yeah. That would be interesting to know. Follow up. Sequel. Yep. So Gretchen, if you hear this, let us know if your brother had any experience of his own. But thank you for sharing that. We've got three more stories coming your way right after this ad break.

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Would. So, McLeod, story number two. This one, this one has a dog, I'll say. Okay. The dog doesn't die, though, so that's good. And this one is pretty creepy. It's from Christopher, from the Pacific Northwest. All right.

I should start by saying, I'm a pretty average guy. I'm married, have three kids. Hey, you don't say. Me too. And live in the Pacific Northwest. We live in a rural unincorporated. incorporated area. Most properties sit on several acres, someone much more. Livestock is common, horses, sheep, goats, and cattle. We keep about 15 chickens, a few ducks that appeared and never left,

a goat named Beta Ray, and a black lab named Tiberius. Nice. Tiberius matters here, okay, because he was with me when the incident took place. And again, you, you confirmed that Tiberius is not going to get hurt. Tiberius is safe. Okay. At the time, he was He weighed about 85 pounds. He was well-trained, steady, and intelligent. He worked search-and-rescue with me. I'd been a volunteer firefighter for nearly 20 years at that point, and a search-and-rescue specialist for over a decade. We operate out of a single fire hall. We have one primary engine, a backup engine, a tender, a highway rescue unit, two rapid attack vehicles for wildland firefighting, and rescue four. Rescue four is a military Humvee converted for forest search and rescue. Its job is to

get into the woods, find someone, and bring them out to a waiting ambulance. This incident took place in the winter of 2020, a couple of weeks before Christmas. It was raining, steady, heavy rain, the kind that never really stops in winter here. It was a Friday night just after 9 p.m. My wife and kids were on the couch watching a holiday movie, Christmas vacation if memory serves. I let Tiberius outside, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and it just opened it when my phone went off. The dispatch app uses a siren sound that's quite literally impossible to ignore. I remember feeling irritated. I had a long week and wanted to sit down and be done for the night.

I set the beer down and opened the app. Two women, hikers or mushroom pickers, had been reported missing. They were supposed to rejoin their group hours earlier and never did. The group called 911 and our department was dispatched. I changed clothes, said goodbye, loaded Tiberius into my truck, and drove to the fire hall, which is only five minutes from our house. That night, no one else came. That's the reality of a volunteered apartment.

No one is truly on call. You show up when you can. I grabbed the keys to rescue four, through my SAR gear inside, loaded Tiberius into the passenger seat, and rolled out with lights on but no siren. This wasn't the first time I'd responded alone. Having another person is always preferable, but I had Tiberius, and dispatch was diligent about check-ins.

I wasn't worried. I reached the area where the women were last seen and found a logging road leading into the forest. Rain hammered the canopy, but there was no fog. I ran high beams and full emergency lighting so I'd be visible if they were nearby. About 40 minutes in, I reached a locked gate. I left rescue four running in case the hikers found it and needed warmth, then headed uphill on foot with Tiberius. The Humvee disappeared behind us, though the emergency light still pulsed faintly through the trees. We've been walking about 15 minutes when Tiberius stopped, not slowed, not hesitated, stopped. He lowered his head. The hair along his back rose and a low growl came from him, controlled, deliberate. Tiberius had never reacted like this before.

I stopped beside him and listened. Rain filled the forest. Nothing else stood out. His agitation increased, subtle at first, then unmistakable. I felt a chill move through. me that had nothing to do with the weather. It wasn't the sense of being watched. It was something worse, an instinctive certainty that we were not alone, and that whatever was nearby knew exactly where we were. His growl faded into a whimper and his tail tucked tight beneath him. That's when I

decided we needed to turn around and calmly head back to rescue four. That's when I saw the eyes. They were high up in a tree, reflecting the emergency lights below. Pale blue, not amber, not green, not animal in the way I understood animals. For a moment, I assumed Cougar, but the color was wrong. The shape was wrong. It was larger, bigger than Tiberius, bigger than anything I expected to see off the ground like that. It moved slowly at first, descending the trunk. Its body was lean and wiry, with defined muddieries.

It didn't move like a cat. It didn't move like a bear. I couldn't see a tail at all. I raised my flashlight. The instant the beam touched it, the thing moved. Not down, sideways. It leapt from one tree to another with a speed that made my stomach drop. I caught just enough detail to register something deeply wrong. It looked almost human. Patches of dark gray fur clung to its body. The hands. Those stayed with me. Too large. Fingers too long. Nails that caught the light as it moved. I tried to follow it with the beam. It jumped again, never touching the ground. Tiberius began to whine loudly. I said without thinking, what the hell? From above me, my own voice answered, what the hell? Perfectly, same tone, same inflection. Then it repeated it twice. There was no echo, no distortion. just my voice coming from the trees. I didn't try to understand after that. I turned and ran. Panic stripped everything else away. Tiberius stayed with me and we reached rescue four faster than I thought possible. I drove out immediately.

As I was leaving, dispatch informed me the missing hikers had been located and were safe. I think about that night often, especially when I'm called into the woods alone. I've never seen that thing again, and I've never seen that thing again, and I've never seen. I'm grateful for that. I've tried to explain it away. A sick bear? A diseased cougar? But I can't explain the voice. The perfect mimic of my own words was nerve-shattering. I still like the woods. I still work search and rescue. But the forest doesn't feel the same anymore. Something about that night made it feel less empty out there. And sometimes when it's quiet enough, I still think about how easily my voice came back to me from the dark.

Um, Zyx! Zwinks is apt for this. Goodness gracious. Well, I'm glad Tiberius was okay. Yeah. I'm glad Chris is okay. I know.

It's not like anything I've heard of before. I'm like, I'm like, Bigfoot, I'm like, no, Skinwalker. Yeah, this could be anything. At first, when he was describing him, like, okay, it could be some animal that is just like a manged. But the voice thing is then just like, O'F, gray-furred parrot.

A large, Mm-hmm. Claude. Let's go with that. Well, I'm also, Chris, I'm glad that you're still doing your thing and out there searching and rescuing. Absolutely. Because we need you, especially with like wildland firefighting right now. Mm-hmm.

Oh, boy. Definitely. So good on you, man. And thank you for sharing this story. I'm glad it's not dark right now. Yeah. But we do have to jump to a quick ad break. McLeod, I think this time we are going to be shilling some bird food.

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from Massachusetts. Okay. McLeod, he wrote a preface here. Okay. All right. I'm a born and raised Massachusetts boy, but I don't have an accent. My parents are from Philadelphia, and I've been spared both accents. Thank God.

So. Oh, man, I don't know how to take that. A listener just being like, don't, don't. Just don't. Don't, don't do it. So, the list says 1750 farmhouse and Chelmsford Mass. There you go. Sorry, David.

Let's get some music going. And here we go. The listing said 1750 farmhouse in Chelmsford, Mass, and my wife knew I'd want to check it out. It was a large three-story white clabbard colonial with an attached barn. She went to the open house without me as I was working. Later that night, when I arrived home, she told me, you're going to love it. It needs some work, but you'll love it. I did, and we bought it.

I have a pretty strong sense of empathy, and I could feel the energy of the house immediately. On the morning of our closing, after we did the walkthrough, and once my wife was outside, I said aloud, okay, everyone, listen up. We are buying this house. We will be paying the mortgage. As long as you don't scare my wife or my daughter, you can stay. If you do, I'll get a young priest and an old priest, and I will cleanse this house from top to bottom. Oh, wow. He's smart. Right off the bat, he was like, I feel.

Feel the ghosts. Bold. Such brave individuals in this episode. I feel like we're putting together a really strong Dungeons and Dragon team. Like he's our priest or like our paladin or whatever. We've got our medic and firefighter. And then we've got our, I don't know, Gretchen Wyrh in the Night, like our fearless night.

I love it. For the most part, our time in the house was quiet. until one warm early spring day while I was out grabbing takeout. A framed photo of one of our cats blew off a shelf in our pantry, shattering the glass. When I arrived home, my wife had a look on our face. She told me about the mess she had to clean up when she should have been feeding our soon-to-be-one-year-old. I told her it was strange, but that it could have been a burst of wind. Now, we did have the windows open, but we placed the photo back on the shelf and it never blew off again.

late one night soon thereafter, I awoke to my wife whisper yelling for me from our daughter's room, which adjoined ours. I hurried in and she whispered to me, get that thing out of here, pointing at a plushy of the original Starship Enterprise. It had lit up red and was slowly making photon torpedo sounds, something that we could never get it to do in over the year we had it. At night there were constant bangs and bumps. We always chalked them up to the cats, the dog, even when they were all with us on our bed or in our room. When doing laundry in the cool, damp, unfinished basement, I would often see a black shadow on the stairs.

Every time I'd turn and expect to see our black cat, but nothing was ever there. Once during the day, when my daughter was a bit older, I was carrying her from the kitchen end of the living room. She pointed up the stairs and said, who's that? Taking a moment, I looked and saw nothing, and I replied, I don't know. What do they look like? Being young, she couldn't tell me, and she kind of shrugged it off. Later, after we moved out,

my sister would tell us that she never felt comfortable on those stairs, and our babysitter said she always felt like someone was about to push her down them. A friend took a job nearby and lived with us for a short while in the guest room. She told us how one day, while everyone was out, and she was on the couch, she heard someone walk up behind her, footsteps on the hard wood. Except I hadn't ripped up the carpet yet to reveal the beautiful oak floors beneath. Without turning, she said, nope, no, I'm not in the mood for this today, and the footsteps slowly retreated from the room. But really the creepiest thing was one night as we were putting our daughter to bed. Before she would lay down, she pointed over my shoulder and said, tell them to go. Again, not saying

what I wanted, I turned and said, okay, everyone, it's time for Morgan to go to bed. You can play again tomorrow. Everyone out. Finally, after about three and a half years, we decided it was time to move. More because of the mice than the other people staying with us. We found a split-level house from the 1980s on a quiet street in the next town over. On our last night in what we affectionately called the farmhouse, our daughter was with my wife's parents. The dog was at the kennel, and the cats were at a friend's house.

We now had a son who was six months old sleeping in a pack-and-play beside the air mattress we were on, and there was only one box left in the house. It was on the kitchen floor downstairs. When I tell you there was activity, good God, we didn't get much sleep. I constantly had to get out of bed to investigate. Even knowing there was nothing left in the house, the banging and smashing was unlike anything we had experienced. It sounded like piles of boxes or bookshelves falling over.

Finally, I yelled, You don't know you'll like the new people better. just let us get one night's sleep, please. That seemed to appease them, and the rest of the night was quiet. Before leaving and locking the door one last time, I turned and spoke to the house. Thank you for the memories, but you cannot come with us. You have to stay here. We paused once more in the horseshoe driveway to take one last selfie with the house. I'll include it with this email. Sometimes when you say goodbye to a house, the house says goodbye back. All right, McLeod, scroll down a little bit and you're going to see a photo that I'm going to put on Instagram.

But above the couple who's doing a goodbye kiss in front of the house, there's a window. Look in the window, McLeod. Oh, no. What? What? There's like, okay, so for listeners who aren't looking at the Instagram page, there's like the shadowy outline. of a human, a person, like a head and shoulders at the window. Yeah, watching this couple as they're standing in front of the house.

What? Yeah. So, yeah. Cool story, cool photo. I think what I loved about this, too, was I think, as you mentioned, you know, like, this guy would be a great D&D team edition. But, like, he's just going to talk, right? You know, he's just going to tell him, this is how it is ghosts. Yeah.

I like it. He's just the confrontation. Gosh, like, it just makes me wonder, like, what are the entities in here? I will say with the stairs, like, I feel like when you have dangerous-looking stairs, like, you can kind of manifest the scary feeling because you're like, oh, wouldn't want to be pushed down these, kind of manifest the feeling that someone might be trying to push you down them. So that I can, I can explain away. But, like, all of the, all of the, a lot of the other things, the sounds. Stuff falling off of mantles. And then the daughter sensing like who's that in the room or go away or, you know, oh my goodness.

Yeah. And then, of course, this picture. Yeah. So thank you, David, for sharing that picture. And again, listeners, go check out David's picture on Instagram at SightingsPod. But McLeod, we got one more story coming our way. But we got to jump to an ad break. What's her ad break for this time? This one is for fly swatters.

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All right, welcome back, everyone. We've got one last short story for you guys. Oh, man. From your neck of the woods, McLeod. This is Michaela from Kentucky. So I think we can do a little bit of Kentucky accent because we haven't really gotten to accents on this episode. So give me a little bit of Kentucky on this. Just so you know, at least like my Kentucky accent, like, because I guess I'm from Louisville, but even like my brother

went to school in central Kentucky. Like, it's not like a super heavy southern accent. Like, it's a good storytelling accent. Maybe that's why I ended up doing what I do. But like it has this kind of pop and bubble to it that I, but it's not like super intense. So anyway, so if anyone out there like, he didn't do an accent, it's like, well, it's just kind of how I talk. But just like with a little bit. Anyway, so here we go. Let's get some music going. I'm from Kentucky, and I currently live with my grandparents in a really old house that was built in 1901, and our yard backs up to several hundred acres of woods and a state park. Whoa, that's awesome.

It's a big house, so we have a back entrance that faces the tree line and leads into our living room that my husband, our friends, and I use instead of the front entrance at night, so we don't wake the dogs up and, in turn, my grandparents and our two kids. I've always believed in ghosts, and everyone that's been to this, house has had some experiences here. But this isn't a ghost story. Honestly, I don't even know what it was, but if it's what I think it is, then ghosts are just the tip of the iceberg. Anyway, here's what happened. My friend Devin and my husband, Igor, were getting hungry, and since the kids were already asleep, Devin and I figured we would just pick us up some food.

Denny's was the only thing open since it was late, so we gathered our stuff and got ready to leave. Devon's car was parked at our second gate halfway down the driveway, so we had a good little way to walk in the dark. We walked out of the house and got to the front, and immediately to our right, we heard something running along the fence in the field. Several of our friends have said they've heard voices or something following them to their car at night,

but this was the first time I've ever experienced it. We were pretty freaked out, but we walked calmly to his car in case it was an animal. Things went smoothly, and we got our food and headed home. When we got back to the house, I started smoking a cigarette and stayed out on our back porch to finish it while Devon went inside. It was wintertime and there was no snow on the ground and while I was standing there,

I started to hear sticks breaking and felt like something was watching me. And the feeling was primal. Like I felt like I was going to die if I didn't get out of there. Intense. I started waving at Igor through the glass door for him to come outside and I told him I heard something and he jokingly asked me if I was scared and I said yes. I was starting to get frantic because I had never felt that deeply petrified in my life. He finally took me seriously and grabbed my phone and started shining my flashlight around us and at the trees and suddenly he froze.

Now my husband is 6-5 and 245 pounds, so he's not a small guy, but I could hear the fear in his voice when he asked me, do you see that? I asked him what he was talking about and he just started stomping on the porch and screaming, I can see you. I see you looking at me. And he grabbed me and pointed saying, do you see that looking at us from behind the tree? Sure enough, about 50 feet from us was a bear tree with something tall peeking out from behind it. And as soon as I saw it, it hid again. We ran inside and locked up and Igor told me that he was trying to scare it off, thinking it was an animal. But it didn't flinch. For a couple of weeks after that, we would hear stuff hitting the house. walking around on our back porch, following us to the car at night, and I was terrified to go outside.

Thankfully, it stopped about two months later, and so far I haven't seen or heard anything since. We tried to reason what it was, but the way its eyes shone looked like a deer, but no white-tailed deer is seven feet tall, and there were no branches where its head was, so I know it wasn't an owl. We even checked the next morning, and there were no tracks of any kind near the tree. I believe it was a wind ago or maybe a skin walker, but either way, I pray it doesn't show up again. And after that experience, ghosts are the least of my worries.

Another creature in the woods! Yeah, I love the moment, though, when I'm trying to, I can see this in a movie where they're out in the front porch shining a flashlight around, the flashlight suddenly stopped and the guy is just screaming, I can see you, I can see you looking at me. It reminds me of like a, of like, a, of like a, footage type horror film, like, where you just, like, see the blackness and the camera is, like, someone's on their phone and they're shooting, like, back and forth, what, what are you

looking at? And you, like, come back and you're just, like, at the top. And clearly, he sees it and is absolutely terrified, and you're trying to play catch up. And then you do see it, and it's seven feet tall. And it, you know, has eyes that are shining. So, if this one would start talking, though, like, like the, like, the first one, I would have never gone back to Kentucky. And I like Kentucky. Right. So, McLeod, did you survive these four stories? I did, and I'm a better man for it.

There you go. Well, listeners, as a reminder, we are going to be back every month with a new episode. So I think we're doing the third Monday of every month. The third Monday. Third Monday. So if you need your sightings fixed, we got 57 other episodes for you to go back and listen to. That's right. We've got a deep catalog.

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