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Bigfoot Comes To Visit
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We’re pulling off the road trip for a pit stop this week, because the inbox filled back up and these five emails belong together. Nobody in them went looking for anything. They were at home, asleep or working or out checking stock, and something walked up to where they live and kept coming back.
Oleta was the overnight donut maker at a shop in Pinetop, Arizona, in two thousand three, which meant she went to bed at six in the evening and slept beside an upstairs window she kept cracked for air. The bottom of that window sat more than seven feet off the hillside behind the cabin, and on two nights that June something stood outside it and looked in.
Lavelle was eleven years old in October of nineteen seventy-six, living in a house on brick piers in Franklin County, Mississippi, with a swept sand yard and a pear tree out back. For eleven nights in a row something heavy walked laps around that house with one hand dragging along the clapboards, and on the ninth night his daddy sat out front in the truck to wait for it.
Orrin is a taxidermist outside Crystal Falls in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and in the fall of twenty eleven something started raking the salt off the deer hides behind his shop. His twelve-year-old son was the one who worked out the timing. It only came on mornings his mother left to run her mail route, about twenty minutes after she pulled out of the driveway.
Leander tunes pianos for a living, and in the summer of nineteen ninety-four he had a gutted church upright sitting under a tarp on the side porch of his farmhouse in Estill County, Kentucky. First the porch glider got moved. Then, at two in the morning, somebody started plucking one low string, over and over.
Vesta ran a cow-calf outfit in Idaho County, Idaho, and her late husband had built a gate latch that took two hands, a shoulder and a knee to open.
In the spring of nineteen eighty-five she kept finding that gate swung wide open with sixty pairs of cattle bunched in the far corner of the pasture, so one evening she parked the stock truck in the lane and watched to see who was opening it.
If something has ever come up on your porch, looked in your window, or let itself into your pasture, send it to brian@paranormalworldproductions.com.
Next time we’re back on the road.
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Backwoods Bigfoot Stories is a paranormal storytelling podcast featuring real Bigfoot encounters, Sasquatch sightings, Dogman reports, cryptid experiences, and true scary stories from the backwoods.
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Oleta was the overnight donut maker at a shop in Pinetop, Arizona, in two thousand three, which meant she went to bed at six in the evening and slept beside an upstairs window she kept cracked for air. The bottom of that window sat more than seven feet off the hillside behind the cabin, and on two nights that June something stood outside it and looked in.
Lavelle was eleven years old in October of nineteen seventy-six, living in a house on brick piers in Franklin County, Mississippi, with a swept sand yard and a pear tree out back. For eleven nights in a row something heavy walked laps around that house with one hand dragging along the clapboards, and on the ninth night his daddy sat out front in the truck to wait for it.
Orrin is a taxidermist outside Crystal Falls in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and in the fall of twenty eleven something started raking the salt off the deer hides behind his shop. His twelve-year-old son was the one who worked out the timing. It only came on mornings his mother left to run her mail route, about twenty minutes after she pulled out of the driveway.
Leander tunes pianos for a living, and in the summer of nineteen ninety-four he had a gutted church upright sitting under a tarp on the side porch of his farmhouse in Estill County, Kentucky. First the porch glider got moved. Then, at two in the morning, somebody started plucking one low string, over and over.
Vesta ran a cow-calf outfit in Idaho County, Idaho, and her late husband had built a gate latch that took two hands, a shoulder and a knee to open.
In the spring of nineteen eighty-five she kept finding that gate swung wide open with sixty pairs of cattle bunched in the far corner of the pasture, so one evening she parked the stock truck in the lane and watched to see who was opening it.
If something has ever come up on your porch, looked in your window, or let itself into your pasture, send it to brian@paranormalworldproductions.com.
Next time we’re back on the road.
Email Brian
Join Our FREE Newsletter
Get Brian's Books
Leave Us A Voicemail
Visit Our Website
Have you experienced a Bigfoot sighting, Sasquatch encounter, Dogman experience, UFO sighting, or any unexplained cryptid or paranormal event deep in the woods? We want to hear your story.
Email your encounter to brian@paranormalworldproductions.com for a chance to be featured on a future episode of Backwoods Bigfoot Stories.
Backwoods Bigfoot Stories is a paranormal storytelling podcast featuring real Bigfoot encounters, Sasquatch sightings, Dogman reports, cryptid experiences, and true scary stories from the backwoods.
Follow the show and turn on automatic downloads so you never miss a chilling encounter from the forest. Listen with the lights off… if you dare.