Boy, do I Feel Stupid, but I'm not Messin with Sasquatch
When I was little, I loved to watch the Saturday afternoon movies. Usually there was at least one sci-fi or horror movie. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, ufo’s and maybe, just maybe something like sasquatch was involved. Naturally I was afraid of the dark, and looked to the skies when riding in the back of our family station wagon at night.
In 4th grade, we used to go to the woods behind our school. They were off limits, but then, I was always a bit of an outlaw. Not a criminal, just preferred living out side of laws and rules. We made up stories about it being home to a Sasquatch, just to have fun.
One day, we convinced the whole third grade class that we were giving Sasquatch tours for a dime. We planted a guy in some bushes and played it up. We shushed them and looked around dramatically. We acted like we were sneaking because we did not want to wake the Sasquatch. When we got to the appointed bushes, our actor shook the branches and made growling howl sounds. The third graders scattered like ants screaming at the top of their lungs. This of course alerted the teachers (who had lost a whole class) and third graders got busted as they swarmed out of the woods. We snuck the long way around. We got away clean.
Does it count if you are young?
One day when I must have been about 10, my big brother (13 years old) came in the house all excited about a ufo. I followed him into the back yard and looked to the sky. There was a light in the sky zig zaging back and forth up and down. There was no apparent pattern to it’s flying. He pointed out that it did not slow down before reversing direction, and that it was super fast.
I ran in to get my dad. He waved me off. I was just a typical kid and he did not have time for my stories. My brother went in, and my dad took him more seriously. You would understand if you knew my brother. He always fessed up when he did something wrong, was an electrical genius at 10 and all around prodigy. Two jets came from the east (from behind the arch) and when they got close, the thing took off and disappeared in about one second.
My dad came out but was a few seconds too late. He did come out in enough time to see the fighter jets circle around and head back to the south east. My dad, being an editor at the big newspaper, called over at Scott Air force Base. He knew who to ask for. The guy told him strictly off the record, that they did have an unidentified flying object acting crazy in our airspace. They had scrambled two F-15’s but the thing took off like a bat outta hell. The pilots had a visual confirmation.
I knew I had sighted a UFO, with credible witnesses and evidence to back me up. But I was young. So did it count?
When I was a bit older, I woke up in the night. I could hear the kitchen cupboard close. Then steps coming up the stairs. The hall light came on. I wanted to ask my mom something so opened my bedroom door when the steps got to my door. No one was there. This became a regular occurrence.
A few times the glass doors on our antique china cabinet would open and close 4 or 5 times. Once during a small party with about 15 people in attendance, this happened. Every one was quiet and watched. Then the handles on the French doors to our sun room started to shake. They were not easy to open. The handles went up and the doors opened and slammed then locked, opened and slammed then locked about 5 times. Half way thorough this haunting display, we lost at least half of the party. Gone out the door, in their cars and down the street. A few of them refused to ever come back.
Once during the day I was alone in the house. I heard the tell tale cabinet door close. Then the foot steps. I thought this was odd, as this usually happened after 11:PM.
My bed room door was open. When the steps got in front of my door, I saw something. And something seemed to see me. It was in the shape of a boy. Probably between 7 and 9. It was like air, only clearer than air, in the three dimensional shape of a boy.
I felt relieved that it was a young boy and not some horribly shaped monster. Later I was saddened by the fact that he was so young, but at the time I just felt relief. I tried talking to it. I don’t remember what I said, but it stared for a minute, then walked down the hall. This was my first ghost. I called him Stanly. I told him I would call him Stanly, and I hoped that he did not mind. He never gave me a sign either way. I grew comfortable with my ghost. For a while any way.
My Second Close Encounter Was When I Was Older
One beautiful summer evening my friend and I went for a night time bike ride. We ended up on Algonquin golf course. We could see the city lights and the arch way in the distance. I had been studying astronomy.
We were looking at the stars and I was telling him all about them. Over there is the North Star. Look up there, that is Orion the hunter. See his belt? I pointed out the star Betelgeuse. It is the ninth brightest star in the night sky. It is a red super giant. ….. Talked about all sorts of constellations, red dwarfs super novas, planets.
My friend pointed due east and asked what star is that? Over and past the arch was the brightest object in the sky. I told him it must be a planet. Sometimes near dawn planets can shine brightest. We went on to other astrological talk. After a while we looked east again. It looked much larger and seemed to be entering the atmosphere. He thought it was a meteor. I thought it was much to slow for that. I had seen lots of shooting stars.
As we watched, it got lower and larger. We had a clear view of downtown and the Arch. We were about 9 miles due west. By the time it was bigger than the moon and seemed to be close to the arch, we got the hell out. It became apparent that it was actually on a path headed for us. We raced down some side streets till we got to a large one. The sky was just starting to get blue now, though the street lights where still on.
At the corner of Lockwood and Berry rd. there is a huge church. As I rounded the front of the church there was an old man in a dodge at the stop sign. He was headed north on Lockwood. I noticed his hands were clenching the wheel too tightly, and his face was almost pressed against the windshield. He was looking up with a look of sheer horror on his face. I turned up to look and the sky above the church was filled with a light. It had a definite round edge to it. It glowed an almost natural color. It was the kind of a blue-ish white that you see on some stars. It seemed solid yet kind of flowing though you couldn’t quite catch any flow.
You could not hear it. Perhaps the birds were quiet, I don’t know. There were no tell tale signs. There did not seem to be any change out of the ordinary. No extra air pressure, no tingling no nothing. Just a freaked out old man in his car and a round light bigger than the whole church. I always thought that I would gladly hitch a ride on any ship that I might be lucky enough to come across.
All of a sudden, I was filled with shear horror. I felt as though I was being watched. For some reason at that moment, I seemed to understand that I would be not accepted or treated as any type of an equal. Though I knew we were technologically behind, I had always assumed that as beings or life forms we deserved (ironic if you think about the term) “Humane” treatment. I felt as though I would become an experiment to these things. Now this is long before the X-files or South Park with Cartman’s Anal probing. There was not any buzz about experiments and alien abductions going on at the time. At least not in my world. We had 50’s stuff and of course things like Close Encounters of the Third Kind. So, strange as the thought seemed at the time: I felt as if my brain would be dissected.
Pure survival adrenaline shot through me. I actually pulled my first and only “Wheelie” on my bike as I shot past my friend who had been about ½ a block ahead of me. As I passed him I looked back and as I did, the thing went up about 100 yards, then shot straight up so as to disappear in about two seconds. It did not look like a ball, nor a saucer. The bottom did seem kind of flat when I had been under it. My friend had turned to look at what I was freaking on, and had also seen it rise and disappear.
He had been un-aware of the old man in the car or my own thoughts at the intersection under its edge. He started yelling "Oh my god, did you see that! That must have been the light we saw coming in over the arch, Shit that thing was huge"……. To which I replied “No shit Sherlock”
Believers VS Non Believers
Now I have learned not to talk of these things very often. Some people have also experienced these things. Some people want to believe them, but have not seen them. My sister in law and her fiancé are in IBIPSA. A new “ghost hunter” group from St. Louis and Illinois. They want to but have yet to find anything. Then there are those that will flat out refuse to believe until they experience it themselves. Even then, they may not accept what they see, as I used to doubt my own ghost as being real until I had many witnesses. This brings me to why I now feel stupid.
My wife and I had moved to Washington State. When my best friend from St. Louis came to visit, we took a road trip to San Francisco and back. On the way back we took US Coastal Highway 1. We were getting tired by the time we were getting to the Oregon border. We cut up US 199 to get to Interstate 5. We decided to sleep in the van at a rest stop by collier Tunnel, about 3 Miles south of the Oregon border. The rest stop in question was off the main road. It was about 1:AM, but it seemed to be in a small valley. There was a VW bus also parked there. This is a normal thing on the west coast. Fellow travelers.
Later I was awoken by the sounds of something ripping through the foliage, coming from the north west. Some large branches were being ripped. There was rustling around in the trash cans out side of the van. I could hear heavy breathing and soft but heavy foot steps. Then this noise I could never even think about describing. It was like nothing I had ever heard in all my life. Nothing from Hollywood came close. It froze me. I was scared to breathe. I noticed my dog, who was a great “Road dog” was shaking with her nose under her paws. That frightened me. She had bitched at any one or anything that had ever gotten near the van. She would have chased a cougar if she could have gotten out. I heard the faintest whine coming from her. I dared not move. I could hear a loud sniffing right out side the window. What ever it was it was tall. It went to other trash cans and then left, heading back north west.
I lay there for what seemed to be forever with out moving. I finally looked out the curtains. All I saw was rest area. I eventually fell back asleep. At some time in the night, we heard the VW drive off.
In the morning my best friend was outside looking around. He asked if I had heard the beast. I told him that I had, but I thought that he had slept through it. He had not moved. He told me that he woke up when he heard the branches being thrashed but decided not to move when he heard the “Noise” It was not a growl or a bark or a howl. This freaked me out a bit as this guy was never scared of any thing. He had seen the ghost activity in my house and laughed like a kid that found Santa Clause. He had noticed the dog was freaked out as well. My wife slept through the whole thing. We did not see it (thank god) but I swear that it must have been a Sasquatch. This is why I now feel stupid.
Messin With Sasquatch
Why I Feel Stupid Now
After several strange experiences, I looked for more. I went far and wide to find evidence or at least witnesses who could give me believable stories that would line up with my own experiences. I have seen enough for one life time. I have settled down and want a normal life void of any paranormal experiences.
One can accept ghosts if one see’s them. Just ask around and you will find many people who have had ghost expiriences.
UFO’s? Just think about it. Have you ever seen a picture of the milky way? Each tiny dot is its own solar system. Picture the universe. It looks like the milky way, but each dot is a galaxy like the milky way. Out of all of those millions of galaxies’, with billions of solar systems, the sheer audacity of mankind to think they are unique and superior in the universe. I have known to when to keep quiet about ghosts and when to keep quiet about UFO’s.
But throw Sasquatch into the story, and I just feel like a wing nut. I tend to be a little open about my ghost experiences if others bring it up. I am a little more hesitant with the UFO contingent. Some of them I shy away from. I knew a girl who went to stay with the Heaven’s Gate cult after sighting UFO’s in New Mexico. She left after two days because she decided they where nut cases.
UFO and Sasquatch people are seen as nuts, but tend to shy away from each other. I have no time for Sasquatch hunters. I have told all of about 5 people my experience. I have yet to find anyone who speaks of sighting a Sasquatch. If I ever did, I would probably keep my mouth shut. I feel as if I just lost any and all credibility by even mentioning a Sasquatch. I did not see it, but after this experience, do not want to. One person, whom I confessed my experience to, told me that they were offering a million dollar reward for pictures. I would not go back to that spot for any amount of money.
Having had one experience, OK. Ghosts and UFO, plausible. Having a ghost a UFO and a Sasquatch encounter? I almost feel like telling my self "Bull Shit!" But damn it, I was there. My only redeeming factor, is that I did not actually see the Sasquatch.
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