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Julie and Alan will be coming on. Julie writes "In 1989, I married a service member, and he received a TAD school assignment to 29 Palms, California. In October of that year, when I was about five months pregnant, we left the East Coast and moved to California. We rented a house on the hill going into the Yucca Valley National Monument. It was a beautiful house, and we thought we were very lucky to find such a nice place at a reasonable price. The house had two bedrooms and a really large, open den filled with windows that offered an amazing view of 29 Palms and the surrounding area at night. We put our five-year-old daughter in one bedroom. The other bedroom had a terrible coldness to it, so we basically used it as a cooler. We set up our bedroom in the open den area instead. We had been there about a month when things took a crazy turn. The desert gets cold at night, so we had the natural gas tank filled to use for heat and bought wood for the fireplace, which we kept on the adjoining carport. Within about a week, all the gas was gone from the tank. We called the realtor, and they sent out a crew to check for a gas leak, but none was found. They refilled the tank, only for it to be empty again a week later. Then the toilet started overflowing, and this God-awful, filthy water began coming up into the bathtub and sinks. We called the realtor again, and they sent out a crew to snake the drain lines. They eventually tore up the backyard looking for possible tree roots or anything else that might be interfering with the drainage. Nothing was found. Then the lights started turning themselves on and off. The oven would shut off on its own. It was crazy. We called the realtor again, and they sent out an electrician. He called me out back to where the electrical lines were attached to the house at the meter. He pointed at the lines and asked, "Ma'am, do you see the lines?" I told him I did. He shook his head, kind of laughed, and said, "This house should not have power. It isn't connected to the meter at all." He was right. It wasn't connected. The guy grabbed his gear, said, "Nope," and left. I stood there completely amazed. When my husband came home, I showed him what the electrician had found. He told me to contact the realtor, but they never sent another electrician. Not long after that, our daughter woke us up screaming. When we got to her, she told us that the Indian man was going to get her. This became a nightly occurrence, and eventually, we moved her into the den with us. My husband would also wake up screaming and fighting, saying he was being attacked by a giant black bear. There are so many other things that happened inside and outside that house. I would love to tell you more about those experiences, as well as a strange ball of light encounter I had about two years ago on the property where I currently live. My husband saw it, too."

Halloween is here, and it's the perfect time of year to reflect on the strange, the unexplained, and the experiences that remind us there may be more to this world than we understand. I want to take a moment to thank all of our members and listeners who have taken the time to come forward and share their personal experiences with us. Whether it's an encounter with Sasquatch, something unexplained in the woods, a strange figure seen in the darkness, a ghostly encounter, or an experience that simply defies explanation, these stories are what make this community so special. I know that sharing some of these experiences isn't easy. Many people have kept these stories to themselves for years, sometimes decades. Some have never told another soul. Others have worried about being laughed at, judged, or simply not believed. Yet, despite those concerns, you've found the courage to step forward and share what happened to you.

David writes "Wes, For a little while, I worked part-time at a cancer center for a commercial cleaning company to pay off a credit card. I cleaned the majority of the facility, while my partner cleaned the remainder. As a result, I worked the last hour or so alone. One evening, I had to take some trash outside while my coworker was vacuuming the front lobby. As I was walking back toward the building, I saw someone sitting on a couch in the front lobby. The person appeared to be elderly. My coworker was on the other side of the room and wouldn't have been able to see them. I went inside and told him there was still a patient in the building. I walked over to the couch and turned around, but there was no one there. He asked me if I could still see someone. I told him, "Not anymore. Let me walk outside and see if I can still see them." I went back outside, but whoever I had seen was gone. I have one more encounter to share, and this one was a bit unsettling.   I was about to leave the building with the last of the trash and set the alarm for the night. I was alone. I had the feeling that I was being watched from the long hallway to my left. At the end of the hallway was another waiting area that remained lit all night. Between the door where I was standing and the waiting room, the hallway was dark. The lights were divided into separate sections that turned on when motion was detected. I saw a figure about 50 feet away, standing off to one side in the dark hallway. There were rooms and alcoves on both sides. The figure was facing me, but I couldn't make out any details because it was backlit. I knew this wasn't a person because their movement would have triggered the motion-activated lights, and I knew I was alone in the building. I asked it what it wanted. I also told it that if it was trying to scare me, it was wasting its time. The figure was wearing high heels. I could see them, and I could hear them, too. It stepped off to the right and into one of the alcoves in a single, fluid motion. The right leg moved over first, followed by the left. Then the figure was completely out of sight. Again, the motion-activated lights never came on. I set the alarm and left. I'd experienced some strange feelings in that place before, but those were the only two things I actually saw. Thanks, Wes. I love the show and appreciate the help you give all of us."   John "It was toward the end of August, sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 p.m., with the late-day sun just beginning to set. I was heading east on Highway 74 toward Kingston. There were woods on the driver's side and Prayer Lake on the right. I was driving a Ram ProMaster van, leaning forward with both hands on the steering wheel, when I glanced to my left and noticed a clear-cut area running up the side of a hill. In the middle of that clearing was something I couldn't explain. Keep in mind, I was traveling between 50 and 60 mph, so I only had a brief moment to take it in. What stood out first was the shape of its shoulders. They formed a rounded triangle, and its shoulders looked about the size of a basketball. The setting sun was shining through the trees and hitting its hair, giving it a shiny sheen. Its hair appeared straight, smooth, and well-kept. The next thing I noticed was the size of its right bicep. It looked as big as a Butterball turkey! By then, I had to turn my attention back to the road, and I was already around the corner. It took me about a mile to process what I had just seen. I finally turned to my stepson and asked, "Did I just see a Bigfoot?" I can't say for certain that I saw a Bigfoot, but I know I saw something that I had only ever heard about before. I'm posting a couple of pictures of the location. I also used AI to add a Bigfoot figure to one of the pictures to give you an idea of what it looked like. The location and the picture of the hill are real; the Bigfoot image is only for reference. Thank you for your time!"

Mike writes "It was the middle of summer, and I was out riding my bicycle. My parents had gotten distracted and busy with other things. I think my mom was asleep, and nobody was really paying much attention to me. It was around 10:00 or 10:30 at night, and I was still outside riding my bike. Our house sat right on a corner intersection, and about 150 feet behind it was my granddaddy's workshop. He was a carpenter and a farmer, and he had built this long, rectangular, shoebox-shaped workshop that was probably about 75 feet long. On one side of the workshop, he had added a lean-to shelter where he kept his tractor, hay bales, and other things. On the far back side, he had built a horse pen. The pen extended about 10 feet underneath the lean-to, giving the horse a place to get out of the rain. There was a stall door that we kept secured with a chain and lock. I was riding my bicycle around the shop when something happened. I'm not going to sit here and tell you I saw a 10-foot-tall, ape-like creature come charging out of the woods at me. But whatever it was, it had to be at least nine feet tall. It was way over my head, even while I was sitting on my bicycle. It was around 10:30 at night. There was no moon, and the only light came from a 40-watt bulb on the back porch of our house. Whatever it was, it was big. It appeared black because it blocked out what little ambient light there was. It came out of the woods behind the workshop. The woods had actually grown right up to the side of the building. It came after me, and I pedaled that bicycle harder than I have ever pedaled anything in my life. I was headed straight for the light on the back porch. Whatever it was scared me so badly that I dropped my bike, got my shoelaces tangled up, and ended up dragging the bicycle up the back steps. I scraped my shins up pretty badly in the process, and I was beating on the back door trying to get inside. Whatever it was, it stopped. We had a little storage building, maybe 10 by 12 feet, just off the back porch. It stopped right at the edge of that building, where the light from the porch ended. My granddaddy, who raised me and whom we lived with, came out the back door carrying a shotgun. Whatever it was had stopped there, just beyond the light. That was my very first experience. For as far back as I can remember, my great-grandparents lived farther up River Road, toward Uwharrie, and I spent a lot of time with them. They always talked about the booger. They would let me play in the yard right in front of the house, just off the porch, but they wouldn't let me go around to any place where they couldn't see me. My great-grandma was always telling me, "You don't play in those woods. You don't go near the woods. The booger will get you. The booger will get you." I didn't realize until a few years ago that the creature was something people referred to by that name. I think a lot of people in Virginia call it a "wood booger." They had always warned me, "You can't go in the woods. You can't play in the woods without us." They wanted to be with me, and we spent a lot of time walking the trails around their house. But we only did that during the daytime."

The SquatchDocs are Dr. Curtis Miller and Dr. David Fuller, two longtime friends who are both physicians and are coming on to share their Sasquatch encounters and wilderness investigations. Their investigations and stories have featured several locations and alleged encounters: - Siskiyou wilderness in California: Reports of unusual structures, large footprints, strange vocalizations, and objects being thrown near their campsite. - Gypsy Meadows, Washington: Expeditions involving reported tracks, tree structures, nighttime sounds, and possible activity around their camp. - Salmo-Priest wilderness in northeastern Washington: An area associated with their reports of unusual encounters and unexplained activity.

Tonight, I'll be speaking with Jared, a guest from California whose first encounter with one of these creatures happened more than 30 years ago. Although the experience stayed with him for decades, he never expected it to become the beginning of something much bigger. After serving in the military, Jared leased a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. What started as a quiet place to live quickly turned into something very different, as he began having repeated interactions with these creatures. Tonight, he shares what happened during the four years he lived there and the experiences that ultimately convinced him he wasn't alone. After the Paradise Fire destroyed his cabin, Jared became a truck driver. Then, in 2021, everything changed again when he struck and killed what he believes was a Sasquatch. Jared describes what he saw, the damage the impact caused to his truck, and what happened in the aftermath.

GrayBear who lives in Trout Lake, Washington writes "I've attached a thermal video that I believe shows a female Sasquatch. If you watch the beginning of the video on a large screen, you may notice a smaller thermal signature appear on the left side of the tree. You can see what appears to be glowing eyes before the figure backs behind the tree. A moment later, the larger thermal signature emerges from the right side. A very large Sasquatch then bends down, and it appears that she may be picking something up. I refer to the larger figure as a female because of the apparent juvenile nearby. Pay close attention to the size and proportions of the figure especially the large arms, hands, thighs, and torso. I was also able to enlarge a still frame from the video, and I believe I may have captured what looks like a face. I've attached that still image as well. This occurred on Friday, May 1st. We returned to the area Saturday morning to review the site and found what appeared to be 15.6-inch footprints around the same tree where the Sasquatch was filmed. We went back again that night and experienced some additional high strangeness, including an X-shaped glyph that still has me completely baffled. Needless to say, it was quite a field-research weekend. Take a close look at the still image and let me know if you see what I'm seeing. Follow the arm upward toward the shoulder and neck area. From there, you may be able to make out what appears to be a face. To me, it looks like the nose is glowing, followed by what appear to be the eyes and an ear. I'd really like to hear what you think. We're getting ready to head back out into the Gifford for another couple of days of field research, this time with thermal drones and audio equipment. We've had some unusual audio activity in the area previously, so we're going back to see what happens during our night walks. Another field-research adventure is about to begin."

This Reimagined Trailer features one of my favorite guests, David from Louisiana. He wrote "In 1981 I was in North Louisiana and I came across this creature. He came from around a tree that was about 6 feet from me and we stared at each other. I wasn't sure what it was but I could tell by his facial expressions he was mad and working himself up to attack me. I shot it and I know it was a lung shot. I could describe every detail about him. This has weighed on me for the last 40 years, I have only told one person about it. It bothers me that I shot but from the way it was acting I thought it was him or me."

I have been working on a project called Sasquatch Chronicles Reimagined. I want to test it out on your podcast player. Let me know if the video loads and any feedback you have. I am curious to see if this works. Below is the same episode uploaded to your podcast player.

Derek will be returning for part two of the The Triangle Series. Derek Condit, an author, researcher, psychic intuitive, inventor, U.S. Army veteran, and former Washington State correctional officer. Based in the Pacific Northwest, Derek explores the fascinating intersection of documented history, eyewitness testimony, unexplained phenomena, folklore, and personal experience. His work examines the stories and events that challenge our understanding of the world around us. Derek is the creator of The Triangle Series, a collection of books investigating regions associated with unusual activity including UFO encounters, Bigfoot and cryptid sightings, paranormal experiences, unexplained lights, historic mysteries, and other events that defy easy explanation. Check Out The Triangle Series   His approach is open minded and story-driven. Rather than dismissing experiences simply because they fall outside conventional understanding, Derek allows witnesses to share their stories and examines the possibilities surrounding what they encountered. His interest in the unexplained is also deeply personal. Derek has experienced unexplained phenomena firsthand, including a Bigfoot encounter in Washington State. As Derek explains: "My connection to these subjects is also deeply personal. Both my 87-year-old father, a former NSA agent, and I have had our own Bigfoot encounters. Mine occurred in Washington State, while his took place in Northern California." Derek's 16 years as a Washington State correctional officer also provided him with numerous unusual experiences. Some occurred inside the Washington State Reformatory, while others took place during night-shift assignments outside the prison. These firsthand encounters, combined with years of research, have shaped Derek's unique perspective on the unexplained.   Cosmic Shungite: https://www.CosmicShungite.com Bigfoot's Gems: https://www.BigfootsGems.com