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This episode features a guest named Mike recounting a lifetime of strange encounters in the Uwharrie National Forest of North Carolina. Mike shares childhood memories of being chased by a towering, jet-black figure while riding his bicycle, finding his horse mysteriously transported outside a locked pen, and hearing aggressive vocalizations during later camping trips. The guest and host explore the possibility that these creatures are not undiscovered apes, but rather paranormal entities or descendants of biblical Nephilim and Rephaim. What makes the episode compelling is Mike's deep local history, dating back generations in the same county, and his firsthand accounts of anomalous events, including a GPS tracker moving in a sigil pattern during a bait test.
The show opens with a brief introduction and the host welcomes listeners to the episode.
Mike recounts the night he was chased by a gigantic black figure while riding his bike as a child.
Mike explains how his grandparents warned him about the "booger" that would get him, hinting at local folklore.
Mike describes his first adult investigations into Bigfoot sightings in Montgomery County and the local reports.
Mike details how investigators baited a jar with a tracker, capturing movement that drew a mysterious symbol.
Mike shares a recent camping trip where he heard a deep grunt and found large, wide footprints near his tent.
The episode concludes with Mike reflecting on the persistent feeling of being watched and his belief in concrete evidence of Bigfoot.
Mike discusses the symbol traced by the tracker, comparing it to a pentagram and speculating on supernatural origins.
The hosts begin discussing the mysterious disappearance of a tracker and the odd patterns observed in the data.
Speakers explore the theory that Bigfoot-like creatures may be descendants of biblical Nephilim or Raphaim.
The conversation turns to the lack of sharp photographs and physical evidence of these beings.
They discuss the possible behavioral rules these creatures follow and how encounters can become dangerous.
At age ten, Mike was chased back to his house by a massive, jet-black humanoid figure emerging from the woods near his grandfather's workshop.
Historic Mountain Fireballstory
Mike shares a family story from the 1930s about a silent, basketball-sized orange and red ball of fire shooting down Buck Mountain.
Civil War Executionsstory
Mike recounts the tragic history of his great-great-granduncles who were executed during the Civil War, leaving bloodstains on a church floor.
Mysteriously Moved Horseinsight
Mike describes finding his horse outside a locked and chained chicken-wire pen with zero disturbance to the fencing.
While tent camping as an adult, Mike heard a wooden baseball bat break against a rock followed immediately by a guttural challenge huff.
Discovered Track Impressionsdata
Mike found unusually wide footprint impressions in the leaf litter just fifteen feet away from his campsite after hearing owl mimics.
Tracker Sigil Patterninsight
Researchers tracking a peanut butter jar with an inserted tracker watched it move in the shape of a sigil across a dense valley.
Nephilim Theory Discussioninsight
Mike and his pastor friend conclude that Sasquatch creatures are descendants of the biblical Nephilim or Rephaim due to their unexplainable abilities.
“I saw him two arms, two legs, 10 feet tall. No, that's not what I saw. But something gigantic and black, I mean, like jet black.”
“I don't, I don't know if they got the tracker out and destroyed it, swallowed it.”
“They can see you physically. But there's one thing that they can also see.”
“If you're what we call washed in the blood, they can see that blood.”
“They can get aggressive. If, if I'm correct and they are descendants of fallen angels, that makes them evil by nature.”
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."
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