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Written Confession: The Mysterious Man in the Desert

The following written confession was submitted via email:

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“… In Qatar I was finishing up my deployment. It had only been 6 months and 1 month to go, but it had been a long six months. I had some down time so I went to the showers. No sooner than turning the faucet knob, I heard my Staff Sergeant asking another Airmen if I had been in the shower. So I quickly soaped my body and just as I was finishing rinsing Sergeant slid the curtain and began briefing me for a post that I was personally requested to man. It was very odd, I know I'm a free body right now, but I'm not that well known and this was a very high security area. So I gathered my gear and headed to the armory for my weapon and transport to arrive.

Expecting an armored Humvee, as we always traveled in, I was surprised to see a taxi from the city of Dubai pull up. Not thinking that this was my transport, I just stood there. Focused on this vehicle, it had obviously been allowed on base, but very weird to see a taxi in this area of the base. A Saudi Arabian man was the driver. He was a civilian, but seemed to carry himself as if he worked for someone, maybe powerful. Probably worked for us. Anyway, The man stepped out and asked for me personally … I asked him if I could ask him his name, but he just kept walking passed me, and walked into the armory where he made contact with someone. He then walked out and my Sergeant leaned out of the door and said go with him, man the post and closed the door. I hesitantly followed the man to the car where he asked me to sit in the back and unload my weapon. I did get into the back seat opposite of him so I could see him, and I removed the magazine from my weapon, leaving a round in the chamber.

We then crept of the base, out of the heavily manned gates and into the darkness of the desert. The desert here is more like what we see, maybe out west here. We traveled in darkness with very dim headlights for I remember like 35 minutes or so. I didn't make conversation or press him for questions. I focused on my surroundings and his body behavior. We began approaching a light, at this time I am already tired. I had been awake for 14 hours and the post I was to relieve would be a 12hr plus shift, so I remember thinking when I saw the small light, man I'm going to fall asleep and go to jail. As I watched the light and as we got closer a very surreal feeling began to wash over me. I'm not sure if it was just the strangeness of the whole taxi driver or if it was just that I was tired but I felt like we were approaching a dream. Like we were leaving reality and going into an isolated realm.

As we reached the destination, we both exited the vehicle. I immediately placed the magazine back into my weapon, and waited for the driver to walk on ahead of me. I double checked I had everything and followed the driver to the post. I noticed that the post was a very small, mobile shack. It had a window, a sign in sheet with very few names and a pen. The man I was relieving was and Army staff sergeant. He looked at my rank and asked me my security clearance. He then contacted his control via radio and looked at me and nodded. Then he followed the driver back to the taxi. I observed the shack, and stepped out to the Area of Responsibility to begin my shift.

I looked back at what I was securing. The whole area is surrounded by c-wire, kind of piled and arranged as a border around the area, then a buffer zone and then another border of c-wire in which stood about 4' high but was spread out about 5'. There is a very large, sand colored tent in which is being used as a SCIF, or a sensitive compartmented information facility, in the middle of all of this backed up against a hill that is about the same height as the tent . It stands about 10' tall in the center, but looked to be 30' wide by approximately 50' long. The tent, was more like a building. There was no noise coming from it and I heard that they are camouflaged to radar and aerial photography. I noticed what looked like large transformers and IT equipment, also camouflaged. I saw large dollies used to move these units around, and I noticed that all of the cables converged into these sealed tight holes going into the tent. It was poor lighting and I didn't want to seem too nosy so I focused on the area surrounding the post and stood, stationary at a position that gave me maximum view of all avenues of approach. Maybe I did glance at the vastness of the stars periodically. Besides the night felt very surreal. I wouldn't say bad energy. But very quiet, very weird. I felt like I was on the set of a movie and everything around me was actually props, and even the sand wasn't real. I began imagining that I was somewhere else. I imagined that I was actually looking at the sky from my childhood home.

Suddenly two men in army uniform walk out of the SCIF, the sign in sheet seems to have no sign out area so I try to engage these men. I notice they have brass so I salute and ask for their names. They are talking and they both salute, but ignore my question and just keep walking. I see no vehicles except for a white Ford Escape that they do not approach but keep walking into the dark. Now, I'm not completely sure how far from Dubai, or another SCIF or base we are, but I am stumped as to why they were walking this distance. Anyway, I go back to work and all is well. After about 8 or 9 hrs of nothing, no sign ins or anything I am standing next to the door of the shack staring at the beautiful, awe inspiring sunset. It was so beautiful that it made me think of god and thank god for this beautiful sunset.

As I am doing this, I am feeling the most beautiful, feeling I have ever felt, a man gently lays his hand on my shoulder. This did startle me a bit, but my body did not jump. I looked back at him then turned around to see an older man. A white man, with white parted hair. He looked to be in his early 70's. He had the most welcoming smile on his face and he just opened up his arms. I felt a feeling that I will never be able to fully describe. I felt like I just walked up to my actual older brother, Micheal in the middle of the dessert, 3000 miles from home. But yet, I did not know this man, not at all actually. Never had saw him sign in. I never even noticed him coming out of the SCIF. I did hug him back. Actually I embraced him and felt a love from him I had not ever felt from even my own parents. He placed his hand back on my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes. And with a very humble tear in his eyes he began to explain.

He did speak English, however he was in civilian clothing, I guess what you would expect a 70 year old man to wear, like dress pants and shoes, with a dress shirt and jacket. I believe it was like a navy blue jacket, maroon shirt and navy blue pants and black shoes. He had an accent, however it was super weird. I had never ever heard an accent like his. It was almost gibberish but also very clear. I know. He explained to me that he was so excited to have this chance to see me. He said that we are great friends. We have lived many lives together. He said you are my brother, my best friend, my father, my husband. He stated, that we have lived many many experiences together. As he's explaining this to me he has his hand on my shoulder the whole time. I begin to feel an extremely weird almost Deja Vu feeling. And I feel such a connection that his presence feels eerily familiar. I remember feeling almost dreamlike and so overwhelmed with emotion that I was crying. Not hysterical, but just listening yet in a like hypnotic trance.

He just kept going on about our life's together until we were interrupted by two army officers walking up to the gate, I hadn't noticed but they had just pulled up in a white ford eacape, I never even heard them. They were fast approaching when the man looked at them looked at me and said, so patiently. " what a pleasure to have gotten this chance to see you, he gave me a half hug, looked me in the eyes, then looked into my shack and said give your' family a call. In my mind I said I wish, and I began to ask him his name when he turned around and just so persistently began walking back to the tent. He was going in the door when the officers said hey Airmen we don't salute here or what. I snapped to, apologized and signed them in.

When I went back to the shack however, I found a phone sitting on the desk. An old school, corded landline phone that had dial tone. I understand that I had to use a certain number to dial the states and thought I was out of luck when I found the number on the face of the phone. So I called my mom, then my brother, and many more people until my shift was over.

To this day that shift feels like a dream. Mixed with all of the other experiences I had in the service, that night sticks out the most, but is the most blurry. I have told myself the facts so many times since that day that I know that these are the facts. But the memory is getting fuzzier and fuzzier every time I think of it. This day changed my whole life. My whole outlook on reality. It made me realize that I am not my body. I am my mind, and possibly even bigger than that. Whatever this is, it's here for us, so no matter how your life turns out, you will always have more time …”

Have you ever experienced the mysterious man in the desert, or someone like him? If so, share with us in the comment section!

INTERNATIONAL PODCAST DAY: 7 Ways to Celebrate

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Queue up your favorite podcatcher and prepare to audio binge this weekend - Sunday, September 30 is International Podcast Day!

First celebrated just a few years ago in 2014, International Podcast Day was founded by Steve Lee, entrepreneur and founder of Modern Life Network, to draw attention to podcasting as an auditory medium for both entertainment and education. Since podcasting was created in the early 2000s, it has steadily risen in popularity, as more listeners and wider audiences turn to online audio for their content consumption. As of 2018, 48 million people in America alone tune in to their favorite podcasts on a weekly basis! A few more quick facts about podcasts:

  • Podcasting was originally called “audioblogging.”

  • Media personality Christopher Lydon, software developer David Winer, and MTV VJ Adam Curry have all been given credit for the invention of podcasting.

  • There are over 525,000 active shows and 18.5 million episodes available in the podcast world.

  • The most popular pod genre is comedy, followed by education and then news.

  • 69% of listeners confirmed that they learned about new products or services through podcast ads.

  • 50% of all American homes listen to podcasts.

  • Podcast listeners subscribe to an average of 6 shows.

As podcasts continue to grow in prevalence throughout the world, it’s becoming clearer that they have fundamentally changed the way audio is consumed! In honor of this important and captivating medium, here are 7 ways that podcast fans can celebrate International Podcast Day:

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1) BINGE ON YOUR FAVORITE PODCAST - which is of course The Confessionals, right?! (J/K… kind of.) Whether you go back to the beginning of your shows to re-listen with fresh ears, or indulge in a “best of” episode marathon, take some time this weekend to binge on your favorite pods!


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2) SHARE PODCASTS ON SOCIAL MEDIA - If you’ve discovered a gem of a podcast, don’t keep it to yourself! Share great shows or special episodes on all your social media platforms for friends and family to enjoy too. Don’t forget to use the hashtag #podcastday to draw some attention to your show!

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3) LEAVE A REVIEW - Show podcasters some love! If you haven’t written a review for your fave shows, hop over to iTunes and post your 5-star review ASAP! Not only do these reviews let podcasters know that their hard work is being enjoyed, they also help podcasts rise through the charts of iTunes, and show podcast networks which podcasters are worth listening to (…and promoting!).

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4) SHOW OFF YOUR FAN GEAR - Podcasts aren’t just heard, they can be seen too! September 30 is a day to shamelessly become a walking billboard for your podcast of choice. Wear your t-shirts, fill up your coffee mugs, put on your hats, fluff those throw pillows with your favorite podcaster’s face on them... if you’ve got pod fan gear, flaunt it! Your dedication to your pod may inspire a new listener to check out an episode or two (or 20). 


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5) BECOME A SUPPORTER - If you’re interested and have the means, consider offering some financial support to your favorite show. From recording equipment to advertising to web hosting, there are a number of costs and investments associated with producing a professional, quality podcast on a consistent basis. A one-time donation or monthly patronage helps podcasters keep cranking out awesome shows!

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6) TRY A NEW SHOW - September 30 is all about podcasts, from all over the world. Why not take the opportunity to dive into a brand new one! Do you have a show waiting in your queue that you just haven’t gotten around to starting? Are you dying to listen to a true crime show? Have you been looking for a fresh topic to expand your education? Take the day to plug in your headphones and press ‘play’ on a new podcast adventure.

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7) THROW A LISTENING PARTY - Before the internet and television, families gathered ‘round their radio sets and listened to their nightly programs. While we’re no longer living in the Golden Age of Radio, we have decidedly progressed into the Golden Age of Podcasting! Just like the days of yore, gather everyone ‘round your listening devices this weekend, and enjoy everyone’s favorite shows together. Play a creepy paranormal pod next to a campfire in the woods. Lay out sleeping bags in the living room and listen to storytelling podcasts. Pick a niche show and learn a new skill in the company of friends (did you know that knitting podcasts exist? Because they do.). Whatever the event, listen en masse to your favorite podcasts with your favorite people!

Wherever you are, whatever you listen to, Happy International Podcast Day! How will you be celebrating on September 30? Share with us below!

Written Confession: Haunted by Ghosts, Abducted by Aliens

The following Confession was shared via email:

"This goes way back before I was born it will be a long story so you can  understand why, what  is  happening . I was born in cape town south Africa  in 1971 a June winter child my father is  sicilian  a WW2 baby his grandfather was a witch  doctor /medicine man, my dad was born with  something special and he has the same gifts which I  have  too passed down to  first born in the family. When I was a baby there was ufo  sightings  that my dad told me of we lived near the big power lines that supplies electricity to the Northern suburbs of cape Town  the western cape is a very large southern  region of  south Africa you must look it up on Google maps to get an idea it's very different to the USA and Italy  sicily  I was 18months  old and my sister  6 months old when we moved back to sicily  we come from  castellammare del golfo  a sea side village  of  sicily  a town full of history  going back to mythology we were living in the  historical  area  in an old house going back thousands of years  and I began experience of  super natural  phenomenona  even though at the time  it was all fun and games  my dad used to do exorcism and help people  and heal them too but I wasn't  allowed to  because of the  negative  future  karma  taking on these people's  negative  energies but he used my sister  once and somehow  I think  it has affecte her too, I will explain that later. I expierenced  enteties playing  practical  jokes on me and ufo  s . I can't  recall much  more  from when I was a young child because I blocked  it all but one reoccurring  haunting  still to this very day is haunting me it's a  tall black figure  when he comes for me he makes this horrid sounds  like something  rolling  down the  passage  but it's  weird I can't quite  describe it between  machanical and air rushing  he stands right by my head and has pitch black eyes huge ones he stinks of death or rotting decaying  matter and laughs out loud in my face  and says "I've got you"! Laughing  I am completely paralysed  screaming in my head I am calling  my dad, my mom  whom has passed away  4 years ago  so now it's  my dad I call, my granny  used to  comfort  me pray over me, they all did . Then we returned to south Africa  and we moved to the  northern  area  of cape Town  and we had moved to a new  built  suburb  new house  new school  new friends  and one day  as we were cleaning  up the  front  garden  I was standing  by the  newly built  parking  garage  and I saw this ghosts running  rushing  towards me he was really  evil and it went right  through  me it was the  most horrifying  experience of my life I began screaming  I was only 12 years  old at the time my dad came running to me "what's wrong? What's  happening  why are you crying and screaming?  My mom and  sister  came  running too and I explained what happened  and he comfort  me a little  bit  then began  joking  about it and we having a dry sense of humour  I began laughing too in the  meantime the enteties continued to bug me but I simply  ignored them, then the terrible  nightmares began I started seeing  airplane  crashes and other catastrophes  at the time I wasn't aware of what they meant or how I was having them. Then when I was 22 years old and my sister 20years old we went to  sicily to go live and work  there for a while  more than a year  that's when I started with the extraterrestrial  abduction my sister and I  were sleeping in separate  bedrooms and  the next day I asked her if she recalled being in a white room?  I was testing her to see if I really  expierenced  it , she said yes so we were both on a table  in a very  bright white room you couldn't  see anything  else and a male man was having  sexual  I can't  say it, the face kept changing  then we awoke the next day. And both recalling the  same  events,  we returned to  south Africa  and  continued living life, always  having the same  repetitive  experience's I just kind of  accepted . I have  written  most recalled memories  and drawn what the different  ufo's look like. As I get older I recall  the encounters more vividly and easily . They were  harvesting  my eggs and  I met babies, children and adults. Now currently  there's a couple of ghosts  wanting help and bug me while I am asleep and  wake me up  that really  upsets me as it's at two , three am in the morning  but this evil entetity  I have read the bible  psalms,  17:8 that one god  sent to me personally  he heard my cry for help.  I was warned about the  reptilian  race that came from God too. I am  a child of God  and  being a  human being  we are  have faults,  but how do I get rid of this  evil shape shifting  entetity?  My niece of 10years  old has seen it too she has the same gifts  as she is the first born in our family."

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New York's Spooky Island of the Dead

New York City is home to many famous places: Broadway. Times Square. Central Park. The Statue of Liberty. The Empire State Building. Wherever you are in the world, you've probably heard of these big-name attractions, located only in The Big Apple.

What you probably haven’t heard about are the 1,000,000 bodies located just offshore.

Yes, bodies. On Hart Island, a small plot of land in the Long Island Sound, approximately one million people are buried in a potter’s field. The lonely island has a long, eerie history that stretches into the present... where the freshly dead are still buried in open graves.

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Hart Island, New York.

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Hart Island satellite image.

Hart Island’s history began during the Civil War, when the island - only a mile long and a quarter mile wide - was used as a prisoner-of-war camp. Over 3,000 Confederate soldiers were held there for four months in 1865; 235 of them died and were buried there, marking the island’s beginning as a massive gravesite.

Over the following decades, Hart Island became a place to isolate outcasts of society. In 1870, the island was used to quarantine patients during a yellow fever epidemic. In the late 19th century, it was the site of a women's lunatic asylum. Well into the 20th century, the facilities also functioned as a tuberculosis hospital, a workhouse for delinquent boys, a prison again, and a drug rehabilitation center. The island was even briefly a missile base - all the while amassing the bodies of men, women, and children in its public potter's field.

  Hart Island burial, 1890.

Hart Island burial, 1890.

Along with the Civil War soldiers buried there, the dead of Hart Island are primarily the remains of the destitute, the unidentified, and the stillborn; even dismembered body parts have been disposed of in the mass graves. Called “City Cemetery,” the graves of Hart Island make up the largest tax-funded cemetery in the world. On a weekly basis, the bodies, in plain pine boxes, are stacked three high and 25 across in trenches. The process, carried out by inmates of nearby Rikers Island prison, is unceremonious, straightforward, and stoic.

For a long time, the burial sites were even reused: after 25 to 50 years of being buried (long enough to sufficiently decay) new bodies were interred on top of the old, crumbling ones. In 1977, vandals started a fire on Hart Island that destroyed most of its burial records to date, sadly eliminating the only remaining proof of existence for many of the deceased.

Also adding to its grim history are the deaths of four teenagers who drowned when they attempted to sneak onto the island. Only one body was ever found, washed up on the Hart Island shore.

  Women's lunatic asylum on Hart Island.

Women's lunatic asylum on Hart Island.

Even though burials continue to occur each week, access to eerie Hart Island is very restricted. The public can only venture to the island by boat, once a month, and can go no further than a memorial and waiting gazebo at the dock. For those who have family buried on the island, a monthly visit is permitted to the burial site, but they must be accompanied by a member of the Department of Corrections. No public photographs are allowed, and paperwork to visit must be filed well in advance. Part of the restriction is a safety issue, as Hart Island is now a ruin of abandoned buildings from its previous incarnations. Among the structures are rusted hospital beds, old documents, discarded shoes, and empty caskets, creepy remnants of the island's long history. But it could be supposed that the restriction is also to ensure that the island graveyard, where so many unclaimed and unwanted have been laid to uneasy rest, stays out of the public eye. 

  Mass graves, 1992.

Mass graves, 1992.

Despite its spooky history and mass corpses, a formal paranormal investigation has never been conducted on Hart Island. It is the belief of paranormal investigators that souls of the dead are undoubtedly trapped on the island, as witnesses and inmates who have been there have reported hearing the whispering of voices - many of them children - and the feeling of being watched. Hart Island has even made it onto lists of the nation’s “Most Haunted Islands.” But with so much difficulty accessing the site, it may never really be known how many of the dead still “live” on Hart Island.

  Bones eroding from the earth on Hart Island.

Bones eroding from the earth on Hart Island.

Recently, however, it has been made known that the Hart Island dead are rising, in a very literal sense! After enduring years of storms, Hart Island is eroding. As the shoreline deteriorates, skeletons in the mass graves are being unearthed. Some of the bones are collected and reburied as they wash down the beaches, but still others are carried out to open ocean. Miranda Hunt of the Hart Island Project has revealed, “Entire skeletons are sort of falling out of the hill onto the beach, and then they're washed away with the tide.” The problem is so significant that the area of erosion has even become known as "bones beach." The rising skeleton situation has been ongoing since the 1990s, but only lately have efforts been made to stabilize the surfacing bones. The city is finally in the process of repairing the damage, but those repairs aren't scheduled to begin until sometime in 2019, giving ample time for many more displaced remains to simply wash away.

With its creepy past and gloomy present, it’s no wonder that Hart Island is not usually mentioned along with New York City’s famous landmarks. Indeed, there are actually a number of eerie New York islands that are kept quiet from the public, including similarly spooky North Brother Island - the strip of land where Typhoid Mary met her demise and New York saw its biggest loss-of-life disaster prior to 9/11. After over a century and a half of death and more than one million corpses, Hart Island is well-deserving of the title, “Island of the Dead.”

For more stories, facts, and photos of Hart Island, check out "Buried from the Public: Hart Island, New York" on Sometimes Interesting.

  Hart Island burial trench.

Hart Island burial trench.

Our Trip to Alcatraz, America's Most Haunted Prison

Picture it: San Francisco, 2017. I was three months pregnant with our first child, Tony’s beard was at its zenith, and we were vacationing in Frisco for our ten year wedding anniversary! It was probably only our third vacation ever in the last decade, so every day we were checking multiple places off of our “must see” list. Our trip would certainly not have been complete without an excursion to a very famous and historical landmark - Alcatraz, one of America’s most haunted prisons.

A Brief History of Alcatraz Penitentiary

Known as “The Rock”, Alcatraz Penitentiary has a long, chilling history, which seems to echo through its dilapidated buildings as tales of Alcatraz’s hauntings continue to this day. 

Originally built as a military fortress in the 1850s, Alcatraz was converted into a military prison in 1868. Situated one-and-a-quarter miles offshore in the San Francisco Bay, the island’s steep, rocky topography and location in shark-infested waters made it an ideal place to confine violent criminals. The first fortress-prison was demolished in 1909, and a new prison was rebuilt in its place by the prison’s own inmates. After the prison fell into disrepair in the 1920s, it was again closed, restructured, and reopened in 1933, this time as a federal prison claiming to be “escape-proof.” Alcatraz continued to function as a prison for dangerous federal criminals until it was closed by Robert F. Kennedy in 1963, due to the huge financial cost it required to keep it in operation. A few years later, in 1969, a group of Native Americans claimed the island, and held it in occupation for two years, before being forced out by federal marshals in 1971. Finally, in 1972, the island prison was added to the new Golden Gate Recreation Area, and officially opened for tourists and the public.

The Haunted History of Alcatraz

At any given time, approximately 250 dangerous prisoners were housed on Alcatraz, including gangsters Al Capone and “Machine Gun” Kelly, crime boss James “Whitey” Bulger, and murderer Robert Stroud, “The Birdman of Alcatraz” - just to name a few of the criminals from the prison’s bloody history. The reasons Alcatraz earned its title as the most haunted prison in America are many. Some of the creepy occurrences contributing to Alactraz's haunted legacy are as follows:

  • Statistics: During its years of operation, there were 14 escape attempts from Alcatraz, involving 36 men. Twenty-three of the men were caught, 6 were shot dead, 2 were confirmed drowned, and the remaining 5 were thought to have drowned, either in the bay or swept out to sea. (The government's official position is that no one has successfully escaped from The Rock; however, conspiracy theories abound about three men, Frank Morris and the Anglin brothers, surviving their escape attempt, never to be recaptured. You can check out this fascinating story here!) In addition, Alcatraz saw 8 murders by inmates, 5 prisoner suicides, and 15 deaths by natural causes or illnesses. (Want more Alcatraz facts? Go here!)
  • Psychological and physical trauma: The treatment and punishment of prisoners was reported to have resulted in psychological and physical trauma for some of the inmates, a number of whom were driven insane before their time on The Rock was concluded. Some of these treatments and punishment included:

 - The Spanish Dungeon: Located underneath Cellblock A are cells is known as “the Spanish Dungeon.” Reportedly used during Alcatraz’s military prison era, the dungeon cells were used for the more “unmanageable inmates,” who would be taken below and chained to the bars of the dungeon, allegedly without clothes and food on some occasions.

- The single Strip Cell: Feared by inmates, the Strip Cell was a steel-encased cell with no sink or toilet where unruly prisoners would be locked, without clothes, in total darkness. Offenders were usually placed in the freezing cell for 1 to 2 days at a time.

- The Hole Cells: The Hole cells were similar types of cells, where prisoners were isolated from others and provided with only the bare minimum to survive- bread, water, a low wattage light bulb- for sometimes up to 19 days. 

  • Cell 14D: Cell Block D is the most famously haunted cell block. In 14D, one of “the Hole” cells, a prisoner in the 1940s once spent the night screaming that a creature with red glowing eyes was killing him. In the morning, the inmate was found dead by strangulation, and no person was ever discovered to be responsible for his death. 
  • The Battle of Alcatraz: From May 2 to May 4, 1946, inmates attempted to take over the prison. The 3-day fight and standoff resulted in the deaths of 2 corrections officers and 3 inmates, and the injury of 11 officers and 1 inmate. Two convicts who participated in the takeover were later executed (at San Quentin) for their roles in the officers’ death. (You can read more about the frightening Battle of Alcatraz here.)

These events are only a number of potential causes of paranormal activity stemming from Alcatraz's long history. The book Ghosts of Alcatraz by Kathryn Vercillo shares an introductory history and many haunting experiences that have taken place on the island. One excerpt from the book reads:

"Not too far away, just off Cell Block C, is the Utility Corridor where three prisoners who attempted to escape (Coy, Cretzer, and Hubbard) were ultimately captured and grenaded to their deaths. In this same corridor, a welded shut door muffles the eerie sounds of the spirits on this cellblock . . . A guard who was watching the area at night heard odd noises coming from behind the door. It sounded as though something was knocking around in the corridor down there, but when the guard opened the door, he saw nothing that could possibly be making the sounds. He closed the door and was going to continue on his security rounds, but as soon as the door shut behind him, the noises started up again. Thinking that someone must be in there playing some sort of joke on him, the guard opened the door again and looked around the area extensively. He never found the source of the noise. When he closed the door again, the noises again resumed . . . Since that time, this area has been blocked off and that particular door has been welded shut."

In the many decades that have passed since the 1850s, strange events and encounters on the island have never ceased to be reported. From whispering in the cells, to ghostly figures, to sounds of clanging bars and doors shutting, to disappearing smoke, to cold spots and areas where visitors are suddenly overcome with emotion, there are no shortage of ghosts lingering in Alcatraz. 

Our Alcatraz Experience

I'll answer the big question first - no, we didn't encounter any otherworldly activity on Alcatraz! However, our trip to Alcatraz Island was an experience not to be missed (although we almost did miss it!) - and we're glad we had the opportunity to go!

Alcatraz, as one of the most important "must see" items on our trip agenda, was the first big attraction we intended to visit while in San Francisco. But, when we showed up at the ticket office bright and early on the first morning of vacation, those plans hit a bit of a snag: tickets to Alcatraz were already sold out, for the entire summer. With daily tours leaving every 30 minutes, every day, we were dumbfounded that there was nothing available - even considering the landmark's popularity - for the next two months! 

Trying not to cry at this disappointing news (which is the natural reaction to any kind of news when you're pregnant) I jumped on my Smartphone and started searching the Alcatraz Cruise website. We couldn't come all the way to San Francisco and not make it to the "main event" of the trip, right?! Lo and behold, the site came through for us: there were two tour tickets available online, for two days later - the only openings for the entire week! The tickets were promptly loaded into the virtual cart (thank you, pervasive consumer-based technology), and we returned to the pier later that week for our boat ride to Alcatraz. And, lesson learned: always pre-order tickets for popular national attractions before flying across the country to visit them.

Even in June, the ride to and from Alcatraz across the San Francisco Bay was freezing. The wind whipped hard enough to take your breath away, the waves were choppy, and fog rolled in and out across the horizon. From the mainland, Alcatraz looks comparatively close to shore, but after crossing the channel, it's difficult to imagine how a prisoner could actually survive a swim from the prison to dry land. (Lookin' at you, Frank Morris and the Anglin brothers... in whichever undisclosed country you're hiding out in.)

If you're looking for a creepy island where you can enjoy ghostly horrors of the past — and who doesn't look for that in a vacation? - Alcatraz is the place to visit! It’s remote, eerie, and desolate, even with hoards of tourists stomping around. There is a quote, often attributed to Mark Twain, that says, "The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco." After visiting San Fran in the summer, we can both can attest to the truth of this statement; temperatures that week didn’t rise about the low 60s, and it was colder still on Alcatraz, surrounded by water and wind. The chill was everywhere, and the surrounding bay and sky alternated between blue and slate gray throughout the afternoon. Alcatraz is not a cheery place, to say the least.

We opted to skip a guided tour, although looking back I think it would have added even more to our experience by expounding on the island’s history. But since we both hate crowds and love abandoned places, we explored the eerie sights on our own, most notably:

  • The ruined buildings: Many of the island’s residence buildings are in ruins, some having been demolished and some destroyed by fires in 1970. It was interesting to note, though, (in a "Yikes, I hoped they always locked the doors" kind of way) how women and children - the families of Alcatraz’s guards - had lived only steps away from some of the country’s most dangerous criminals. 
  • The morgue: This wasn’t the large, laboratory-style morgue fabricated in Michael Bay’s movie, “The Rock.” (Although I won’t lie, that would have been cool too.) Alcatraz’s actual morgue is tucked away on the far end of the complex, housed in the entrance of an old Civil War tunnel. Despite its small size and the crowds around it, it was still a creepy place, with the mortuary slab still in place and the vaults shrouded in the darkness at the back of the room. Not a place you’d want to hang out in after dark. Or in broad daylight. Or at any time at all, really.
  • The cellhouses: Speaking of places you wouldn’t want to hang out in after dark... The cellhouses, the centers for the main horrors and hauntings comprising Alcatraz’s history and lore, were disturbing. Granted, decay and disuse have done them no favors, but they are still scary places. Cramped, stark, and with no exposure to direct sunlight, the cells were bleak sad cubicles. The buildings were also long and shadowy, ideal places for things that like to come out in the dark - and I don’t mean the Tooth Fairy (cue eerie musical riff). If not for the presence of so many people milling about, I think the overall atmosphere of the place would have felt much more ominous and agitated. My heart goes out to any lonely guard assigned to patrol Alcatraz at night; may he have nerves of steel and carry a big stick.

Although we didn't witness any ghostly activity, experiencing Alcatraz was well worth it, both for its storied history and for its potential to encounter the paranormal.  If you have the chance to see it, we recommend the experience! ...Just maybe call ahead for tickets. Please enjoy some of our touristy pictures of Alcatraz below, and stay tuned for a future blog post about our visit to Eastern State Penitentiary! (Because for some reason, we keep ending up at haunted prisons.)

And now I'm going to watch "The Rock."

Have you visited any famous haunted locations? Share with us in the comments!

Rocky Elmore BORDER PATROL TV SHOW in Production!

On Episode 15: Confessions of a U.S. Border Patrol Agent, Rocky Elmore, former Border Patrol agent and author, shared some of the paranormal experiences he and his fellow agents faced while working long nights on the border.

Now, Rocky is bringing border patrol stories to TV and the web! THRESHOLD: MYSTERIES OF THE BORDER PATROL is a half-hour docureality series that will investigate the Border Patrol’s adventures, murders, and myths.

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Currently in development, the show chronicles dangerous and mystifying happenings along the 7,000 miles of America's borders, including rescues, disappearances, murders, and much more! Each episode will feature stories and reenactments that will grip fans from the very beginning - they're not your typical campfire stories!

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To learn more about THRESHOLD: MYSTERIES OF THE BORDER PATROL and to support the series, check out its crowdfunding campaign here: THRESHOLD: MYSTERIES OF THE BORDER PATROL WEBSITE!

Who will be watching this exciting new series? Tell us below!

The 12 Best "Ancient Aliens" Memes on the Internet

In the world of memes, there may be none whose hair lives in greater infamy than that of Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, better known as "that Ancient Aliens guy!"

With his explosive bouffant 'do and ardent belief that ancient humans once interacted with alien astronauts, Tsoukalos has become an icon of memedom. Although Tsoukalos has appeared on multiple shows across multiple channels, was the consultant producer of 23 episodes of Ancient Aliens, and speaks five languages, he is most famously known for the History Channel still-frame of his emphatic upraised hands and righteously big hair:

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And also, of course, for his simple but totally quotable meme catchphrase: “ALIENS.”

It’s no surprise, then, that a (probably) limitless number of Tsoukalos’ Ancient Aliens memes abound across the universe - I mean internet. As an homage to aliens, memes, Tsoukalos, and his hair, we’ve compiled 12 of the best Ancient Aliens-inspired memes for you to enjoy!

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12. Conspiracy Keanu asks the tough questions.

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Cheeseburgers, delicious on any planet.

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10. Ermahgerd! Meme inception.

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9. When you hail from the southern hemisphere of space.

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8. Where are all these Targets coming from?! 

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7.  On a multiple choice test, the most common answer is usually ALIENS.

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6. The X-Files was an excellent documentary.

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5. I mean, it has to go SOMEWHERE.

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4. 

“I’m not saying it was humans, but it was humans.”

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3. Aliens are bald, so their knowledge of hair styles is just kind of a wild guess...

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2. Don’t text and navigate through interstellar space.

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1. The one, the only: the original meme that launched a thousand pics.

If you want to get in on the fun, you can create your own Ancient Aliens meme with the Ancient Aliens Meme Generator!   

Which of the many Ancient Aliens memes is your favorite? Leave us a comment!

"PARANORMAL BIGFOOT" Film Coming Soon!

Does Bigfoot really exist? And if so, what is Bigfoot? Bilco Productions, the creator of “Cultured Bigfoot”, is back to answer these questions with the second film in their Bigfoot trilogy, “Paranormal Bigfoot”!

The documentary, releasing this winter, will explore theories about the existence of Sasquatch, from flesh and blood creature to alien being to spiritual entity. The film will also feature interviews with some of the top names in the Bigfoot research field as they share their theories about the elusive cryptid.

Check out the teaser trailer for “Paranormal Bigfoot” below!

Their first film “Cultured Bigfoot” observes different points of view from the Bigfoot community, and is available on Amazon and Vidi Space.

Are you excited for the next edition of this Bigfoot series? Comment below!

Written Confession: A Life of Paranormal Incidences

The following Confession was shared via email:

Thought I'd let you know that I have had many "paranormal" things happen through out my life. It is a family trait and to me it is just normal life. Something needs to be truly remarkable to make it memorable.

My mother has had many psychic incidences during her life. One just happened to save my life when I was a toddler. 

We lived on an isolated farm that belonged to my father's parents, who also lived there but in another house. My father worked away. 

One day I began to choke. My mother couldn't fix it and didn't know what to do. It must of been quite bad because she grabbed me and rushed out to find my grandmother. When she was outside the garden gate she heard a voice in her head say words to the effect of "turn the child upside down". Which she did and whatever was stuck in my throat dislodged and I recovered. 

One time my when my eldest daughter was about 11 she woke up with a slight fever and felt unwell so I kept her home from school. An hour or so later I get a phone call from the school. They were concerned for my child, wanting to know if I'd taken her home. She had been seen at school that morning but vanished and they were very concerned. I told them she had not been to school and was home sick but they insisted she had been there. That evening there was an event on at the school that my daughter's class was involved in and because she had recovered we went to it. As we arrived one of her friends rushed up to her asking why she had vanished from school that morning. This other kid was adamant that my daughter had been there. This confirmed it to me that the school phone call had been valid.  I know of a phenomenon called "bi-location" and put the incident down to a case of this. I told my daughter that's what it was, no big deal. 

I have many stories, many more are forgotten. I've seen odd lights in the sky, had many out of body / astral events and encounters. Had a dark entity come into a house I was living in. (I'd never believed in them before or been scared like that).

I've had so many dreams that later came true. When I was young I was able to see what people where thinking, I could see thoughts forming. One very famous person - example happened when I was 15 and it bothered me so much it put me off ever wanting that to happen again. It was a member of the British royal family who'd just had a baby. 

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Demonic Possession is Real and On the Rise

Many people may be familiar with one of the most iconically frightening movies in film history: The Exorcist. The film features demonic possession, exorcism, and frame after frame of terrifying images. After watching (if you dare to watch!) you may be left disturbed, scared, or horrified. But the good news is, that movie is just a fake, made-up Hollywood plot! Right?

Not quite. Many people, of multiple faiths, believe demonic possession IS a real occurrence - and alarmingly, it is also apparently on the rise. 

Reportedly, over the last decade the U.S. has seen an increase in the demand for priest-led exorcisms, leaping from 12 to over 50. An exorcism training course held by the Vatican blames the increase in demonic possession on a decline in Christian faith and the internet for providing easy access to black magic, the occult and Satanism. 

With demonic possession becoming so prevalent in modern day, why does it still seem taboo to believe in such spiritual activity? Why do we not start looking beyond the curtain of Hollywood movie  sensationalism and take the subject more seriously? 

Because, according to Dr. Richard Gallagher, a private psychiatrist and a professor at New York Medical College and Columbia University, demonic possession is often treated as or confused with mental illness. Many medical professionals are hesitant to treat or evaluate for “possession” - a fact that needs to change if for the demonically possessed are to receive the proper help for their serious affliction. 

Read more about Dr. Gallagher’s insights and case studies about demonic possession here: www.yahoo.com/news/apos-demonic-possession-real-victims-081531844.html

Not included in Dr. Gallagher’s observations but something perhaps worth noting is the recent rise in teenage mental illness, which has also been attributed in part to internet activity: 

“In surveys of over five hundred thousand American adolescents, psychologist Jean Twenge and her colleagues found that adolescents, especially girls, who spent more time on screen activities (smartphones, Internet, and social media) were significantly more likely to have symptoms of depression and suicidal ideation than those who spent their time on non-screen activities...” (Read the full article here: www.google.com/amp/s/www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/your-personal-renaissance/201801/the-alarming-rise-in-teen-mental-illness%3famp.)

Two questions come to mind: 1) How much has the internet taken over our minds (and spirits)? And 2) Could there be any overlap or relation between the noted increases in these two urgent problems? 

Mental illness is real and serious. Demonic possession is also real and serious. It may be time to consider, as Dr. Gallagher does, how to equip mental health professionals to offer treatment for afflictions of both the mind and of the spirit in order to better aid those who may be suffering in the mind, or the spirit, or both.

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Making It Rain: How Scientists in the '50s May Have Inadvertently Killed 35 People

In August 1952, the village of Lynmouth in Devon, Britain was struck by one of the worst floods the country has ever seen. Thirty-five people lost their lives when 90 million tons of water and thousands of tons of rocks battered the town. At the time, the disaster was classified as "the hand of God," and locals were left to clean up the very messy aftermath.

However, in the early 2000s - nearly 50 years after the devastating flood - intel emerged that suggests the disaster may have occurred at the hands of scientists rather than the hand of God. Declassified documents allege that the Royal Air Force staged cloud-seeding experiments in the Lynmouth area between 1949 and 1955, resulting in torrents of rain - and in 1952, 35 deaths. 

Although the RAF originally denied conducting any such weather-controlling experiments prior to 1954, Alan Yates, a senior lecturer at Cranfield College of Aeronautics and a glider pilot, claims the scientists asked him to assist them in a cloud-seeding project named Operation Cumulus. According to Yates, the project was successful in producing artificial rain, creating heavy downpours some 50 miles away from Devon. On the night of August 15, 1952, nine inches of rain fell in Lynmouth, swelling two rivers until they broke their banks and flooded the village.  And the rest, as they say, is history.

Or is it? While the Ministry of Defence claims there is no evidence that RAF scientists were responsible for initiating the Lynmouth floods, this is not the first time that "weather control" conspiracies have been theorized over. Governments have been implementing cloud-seeding for decades since the artificial rain-making method was discovered in 1946, and conspiracy theories about weather control have abounded for nearly as long. Although manipulating the weather sounds like a science fiction experiment, the declassified documents about Lynmouth's 1952 disaster suggest that weather manipulation is more science than fiction, and steadily continues to become a reality. As recently as May 2018, Forbes reported that China was launching a weather control initiative that would cover a land mass the size of Alaska.

With technological advances progressing on practically a daily basis, how far-fetched is it to believe that governments and other higher powers may have the ability, after more than 50 years of supposed experimentation, to alter weather? With recent meteorological disasters like Hurricanes Harvey, Irma, and Maria laying waste to multiple countries in quick succession, at what point do we question whether such events are the results of the hand of God, or of the hands of government scientists playing God? 

Read about the Lynmouth flood disaster and RAF rainmaking experiment here: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1339046/Deadly-flood-blamed-on-RAF-rainmakers.html

Tic Tac UFO Stalks U.S. Aircraft Carrier

The words "Supersonic," "UFO," and "Tic Tac" have probably never before been used in the same sentence. But according to the Pentagon, a supersonic UFO shaped like a Tic Tac stalked a U.S. aircraft carrier for days back in 2004, bringing these random words together in a strange but cohesive way!

In an alleged, leaked report written by the Pentagon, an "Anomalous Aerial Vehicle (AAV)" was seen on the radar of the USS Princeton, a Ticonderoga-class guided missile cruiser, on multiple occasions, over several days. The report claims the anomalous object could hover in midair, make itself invisible, and move so fast that the USS Princeton crew originally thought they were encountering a ballistic missile.

The unidentified craft was described as "solid white, smooth, with no edges... uniformly colored with no nacelles, pylons or wings", and looked like "an elongated egg or Tic Tac." Based on its physical description and its aerial behavior, the AAV matches "no known aircraft or air vehicle currently in the inventory of the United States or any foreign nation."

So... to whom does this mysterious Tic Tac ship belong - and why are we only learning about it 14 years later?

Read the full article here: http://www.foxnews.com/science/2018/05/31/supersonic-tic-tac-ufo-stalked-us-aircraft-carrier-for-days-pentagon-report-reveals.html.

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The Ghost in the Basketball Machine

On May 30, 2018, the Philadelphia 76ers announced that they were investigating reports that their president of basketball operations, Bryan Colangelo, used several secret Twitter accounts to criticize the Sixers team, engage in debates with its staff, and release private player medical information. It's a discovery that's damaging to the Sixers team (and also to it's #1 fan, Tony Merkel!). If the reports are true, it's a strange, hurtful blow for one member of an organization's front office to deal against his own team.

Also strange is how Colangelo's alleged Twitter indiscretions were discovered: through A.I. No, not Sixers Hall-of-Famer Allen Iverson- the other A.I.: artificial intelligence.  The unnamed source who discovered the Twitter accounts claims to work in the artificial intelligence field and, after noticing a “bunch of weird tweets” aimed at the Sixers, utilized "an open-source data analysis tool to link five accounts through commonalities including similarities in who the accounts followed and linguistic quirks."  That sounds like a mouthful, but the premise is simple: a form of artificial intelligence used its robotic brain to analyze human behavior and start naming names. By comparing similar phrases, images, and topics tweeted by the various accounts, A.I. can almost definitively point its virtual finger at Colangelo as the Twitter account perpetrator.

While the use of A.I. is only a mentioned as a minor part of this breaking story, the implications could be major- namely by showing us 1) how artificial intelligence is already being used as a viable means of analyzing human behavior to identify the committer of a "crime" (Minority Report, anyone?), and 2) that we may never know if and when artificial intelligence is quietly running in the background, watching everything we do.

The news of Colangelo's reckless tweeting is the topic that's making waves throughout the NBA franchise, but how his secret tweets were discovered is something we should all take note of- and be conscious of as a "the future" of science fiction moves ever closer to the present!

To read the full story surrounding the Sixers' Twittergate controversy, find the original article here: https://www.theringer.com/nba/2018/5/29/17406750/bryan-colangelo-philadelphia-76ers-twitter-joel-embiid-anonymous-markelle-fultz.

Written Confession: My Husband Sees Demons

The following Confession was shared by Sherilyn N. via email:

I have a special husband who has the gift of seeing angels and demons. Unfortunately he mostly gets demons. It's taken me forever to type it out for him and I wanted to share it with you.

I'm going to write it from his point of view because it's much easier to explain. His name is Adriel.

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I was about 9 or 10 years old when I saw my first demon. It was nighttime and I wanted to sleep in my brother's room because I don't like to sleep in my room for some reason. My brother's and I would do that a lot for some reason; sleep in each others' rooms. My brother has a twin sized bed so we both were definitely not going to both fit which means I was sleeping on the floor next to the closet. Yep. Across the room there is a window; side note: we live in a two-story house with our rooms upstairs and parents' room is downstairs. In the middle of the night I "wake up" where it's not my body that's awake but more like an awareness that I'm "awake" and can see the entire room. It felt like it was my physical body but not really. I was sleeping on my side and lifted my head to look at my brother sleeping and wanted to see the rest of the room in this "state" of being when behind me I saw him. I knew it was a man because he had a more masculine face. He was crouched over looking at me from about a foot or so away so he wasn't crouching over me. He had his hands on his knees and had long sharp nails like the kind girls are doing today. It was dark so it was hard to see a lot of details but he had pants that looked like he pushed up or rolled up to his calves like capris, no shoes and I saw his toes had long nails like if they weren't being maintained for a while. He had a shirt that was kind of like a muscle shirt without sleeves and a little singed looking throughout, the pants also were in the same kind of condition. His skin was dark greenish like rotting flesh green and had something that looked like cracks. When I looked at his face he was looking straight at me and smiling like he was thinking "hi, I can see you" with his head tilted to the side. His face also had the same cracks as the rest of his body and his eyes were normal looking with the whites but the entire iris and pupil was just black. His teeth were sharp and he had spiky styled hair. I just stared at him with my mouth open and he just stared back unmoving for what felt like minutes but was probably 20 seconds. I had a feeling and slowly turned away from the demon towards the window where I saw a being jump through and land on his feet in front of the window. He was bright and I couldn't see his face like I wasn't allowed to see it. He wore a robe and was tall enough to almost graze the ceiling. He had sandals on (of course) and his skin was sort of translucent but I could tell it was skin. He stood there for only a moment and ran forward around the bed to where I was laying. He stood across from the demon who hadn't realized he was there yet. The demon acted like he knew the angel was there but he didn't really care much until he turned from me to actually look at the angel. The demon literally did a double take like if he knew who was there or which specific angel it was. The look on his face was surprise and terror at the realization. I don't know who it was. They had a brief stare down then the angel darted towards the demon. The angel placed one hand on the demon's forehead and the other hand on his chest and pushed him through the wall behind him. The both of them disappeared into the wall and I remember seeing the complete fear on the demon's face as he kind of tried to fight back but failed and they were gone.

THE NEXT DAY. I kid you not, in the morning I was sitting down in the kitchen eating cereal waiting for my dad to finish showering so he could take me to school. I was shoveling spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth when I looked up and there SHE was. I'll try to explain how the house looks like. There is a little hall leading to the kitchen which is really just the pantry on one side so it's not a huge hallway. If you're sitting where I was you can see straight down the "hall" to the front door and to the left there is the living room. The living room isn't visible from there because the pantry and kitchen wall are there. So the female demon was coming from the living room which is "behind" the wall of the pantry tip-toed like she didn't want to make any noise and walked right through the wall. I literally had a mouthful of cereal with my hand halfway going up when I looked up to see her doing to creeping. I stared at her with my mouth open and she was looking at me with a smile on her face like the one from last night while creeping. I blinked a couple times, swallowed my cereal and looked back down to just keep eating since it was gone. I had another spoonful in my mouth when I looked up and saw her sitting in the chair across from me. She had her elbows on the table and her chin propped up on her hands with the sharp-tooth smile still there. She was also sitting really weird in the seat like she was kneeling on it like some kids do, but I could see that her legs/feet were folded up on the back of the seat. I literally just stared at her and she stared back smiling before she disappeared. I put my spoon down and just yelled "Papiiiiiiii" for my dad. From what I remember was wearing rolled up pants like the other one and no top which is how I knew it was a girl. But it was weird because she didn't look like she was naked on top. I could tell she had bumps like breasts but no nipples to really seem like she was nude. Her skin was green-grey looking with the same burned cracks that the one last night had. She had no hair at all. Basically she looked exactly like the male demon (like twins or a couple) but was distinctly female with lighter skin.

Next one is quick and was at the same age, probably in the same year. I was outside by myself riding on my bike in the neighborhood, it was kind of close to sunset. I had accidentally run into a parked car and my bike was stuck so I was trying to pull it out. I looked up and saw a figure wearing a red cloak with the hood up. He had the cloak completely closed so I saw nothing of the body and nothing of the face. I stared at him for a couple of seconds when he just sunk down into the ground.

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He has less detailed stories of more shadowy type stuff that are really short or sounds. He still sees them because a week ago he told me something was going "pst" at him from the kitchen and he could tell there was something out of the corner of his eye but when he turned to look he didn't see anything. If he turned away he could still see it from the corner of his eye. I won't be going in the kitchen by myself anymore. He has also told me about having various episodes of sleep paralysis which I think I have seen for myself. Sometimes I heard him breathing hard and making sounds like he's trying to speak and I wake him immediately to get him out of it.

That's it for now. Hope you enjoyed!

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Tree-Throwing Bigfoot?

In this quick clip, oil workers have allegedly captured a large creature hurling an aspen tree from the edge of the woods. Because of the creature's appearance, wooded location, and show of physical strength, the video seems to naturally beg the question: "Is it Bigfoot?"

Skeptics will be quick to point out that this footage is characteristically blurry, like many Bigfoot sightings caught on film. But if it's legitimate evidence, then it's an awesome capture of the power and personality of an awesome cryptid!

So - is it Bigfoot? An angry, dextrous bear? Clever CGI? Check out the video below to draw your own conclusion, or click here to take a look at ThinkerThunker's extended analysis!

Guest Post: Michigan Dogman Goes for Children on Roof

This blog post has been shared with permission from Linda Godfrey. Her original posting is available on her blog site, Linda Godfrey's Blog. Thank you, Linda, for allowing The Confessionals to share this blog entry!

"In my previous blog post, I shared the encounter of a Michigan man who was confronted by a wolf-like creature sitting on the roof of his house, watching him. In the following report, we will see that it may not be any comfort to an eyewitness to be the one sitting on the roof, as dogmen don’t appear to see that amount of height as any barrier. Tina Cole gave permission to use her name and a sketch that she drew. In her own words, only slightly edited:

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''Bear with me here, because i’m trying to paint a mental picture for you:

I guess I should start by saying that the only people who know about this is my immediate family, my fiance (who’s encouraged me to contact you) and the person who witnessed this with me. This happened back in 2001. I was only 8 yrs. old at the time, my friend who was with me at the time was 7.

We were both very small.

I remember it was early August, and I lived/ live in a semi-inner city in Michigan, next to a very large park. At the time, my friend and I had decided it was a great idea to play in my very big back yard at night, because the neighbors had a bonfire going. It just barely lit that portion of my yard through a bunch of trees.

We had climbed onto the shed via the neighbor’s fence and a propped board. I mention this because it’s nearly impossible to climb to this day, being an adult. (I can send size comparison photos if you’d like. or a drawing if it would be easier.)

Anyway, we had our feet dangling off of the shed, with our backs facing toward the park. And without a word, my friend had jumped off of the highest part of our shed (which we were never able to do, I mean he practically flew) and headed straight for the house. After a long few seconds I turned around to see why he ran, and there was this thing.  It looked half dog and half human, there’s really no other way to describe it.

It had to have been over 8 ft. high (the height of the shed) and its reaching length was over 4 ft. Its ears alone had to have been a foot long, at least, and its eyes did that thing a cat’s eyes do when light reflects on them in the dark. Its hand was inches away from my ankle. Very, very hairy body. It was basically a dog. I don’t exactly remember the color of it, if it even had a color, but I do remember that whatever this was, was standing from the ground because we didn’t have a chain link fence, it was all parallel wood that you couldn’t stand on,) and it was MASSIVE. So tall that I could see [it] from its middle torso and up.  That was literally the fastest I’ve ever rolled away, I don’t even remember how I got down. Ran inside and told our parents. We had no idea what it was at the time so I vaguely remember telling my mom that there was a tall man outside with a very hairy arm and big ears.

All of the adults went outside really quick to check, but I guess they never found anything. To this day I’m still afraid of the fact that even if what I saw was a man in a VERY elaborate, A-movie horror costume, I was still almost abducted. Since then my mom has become a bit of a fanatic about it. Its caused me a lot of anxiety problems. My friend and I never mentioned it after that night, and we’ve since grown apart.

I’ve tried to get in contact with him so I could have some outside perspective and opinion, so I know I’m not crazy, but to no avail.

(Second letter, in answer to my questions)

I’m so incredibly sorry it has taken me so long to respond, I know you’re probably very busy and I don’t mean to waste your time. I can give you a pretty detailed sketch.

There are many woods where I’m from, I’m surrounded by a very large, heavily wooded park, along with woods directly in front of the house. However, it’s an urban area, so I think that’s one of the reasons I’m afraid to tell anyone, because it seems like the most unlikeliest of places for this to happen. Everything is pretty dilapidated. Buildings, railroads, actual roads, you name it. But no matter where you go, there a deer everywhere around my neighborhoods. It’s a huge problem.

You can absolutely share my encounter. I need people to know. No anonymity necessary.
As far as other details go I can tell you the color of the fur must have been some shade of brown, because it wasn’t immediately noticeable, but it wasn’t too dark to see the figure at night. And quiet. Everything was so quiet and it didn’t make any noise. The next I can do is send you this drawing, which I will do, and a photo of the shed for size comparison, if it helps. I mean, because describing it just isn’t enough.'

I’m not sure why Tina didn’t offer the name of the urban area where she was located (and evidently still lives).  She may not wish to have her home’s location made public, as is her right. I have two other quick comments about the creature reported. First, regarding its height of 8 1/2 feet, that is quite high compared to most estimates of dogman size, but not unheard of. It may have been that everything seems larger to a small child, but she still lives at the place and so is able to make her estimation of its height as a grown person, too.

I also thought about the fact that she said it was very quiet, and that does make sense if it was sneaking up quietly on possible prey. And that adds another layer of fright to the story, which, as an example of a large, unknown predator stalking semi-urban areas just as bears and packs of coyotes often do these days, is already quite scary enough."

Written Confession: Adele's Encounter with Nebster the Sasquatch

The following Confession was shared by Adele H. via email:

"It was a cool sunny Spring/Summer morning, I know it was that time of year because if it was full blown summer i wouldn't have been sitting outside due to the heat.

I was talking on the phone W/my friend Gail, she was talking so I wasn't making a sound. There was a slab of concrete down in front of me, where we'd put scraps of food, popcorn, bread, produce, all kinds of left overs for the Wildlife to eat.

We had a lot of different Wildlife that came to R slab to eat, we had ~ Wild Turkeys, Muskrats, Turtles, Ducks, Squirrls, Geese, Raccoons, Opossums, Ground Hogs, all different kinds of wild birds. & now We know we had Sasquatches as well.

Anyway as I was sitting there talking to my friend, I was watching all the critter's that had come to eat,. out of the cornor of my eye of my eye I saw this flash of beautiful Blonde hair bounding to the slab, @ first I thought it was an Afghan dog, because it's hair was smooth as silk & 6/7 inches long, it looked like someone had just brushed it's hair there was a gentle breeze blowing, so it's hair blew gracefully in the breeze.

Once it got down to the feeding station, it was on all 4's I could hear this grunting sound like a pig eatting, By now I was talking to Gail & I said Ur not going to believe what I'm seeing, I wasn't sure what it was but I started explaining this creature to her. He had black or very dark brown face, hands & feet, they looked like wrinkled leather. his nose was turned up a little but yet it was kind of smashed into his face like a monkey. his eyes were black. I say He because I didn't see any female parts, nor did I see any male parts either, so I just figured it was a male. 

As I looked @ it I felt like I was seeing a Disney Character, I felt utopia, mesmerized, almost like I was floating, I felt kind of sick inside because I couldn't wrap my mind around what I was seeing. {By now I had told Gail that I'd call her back later} I was still in my chair trying to comprehend all that was happening, the next thing I knew this thing stood up on its back legs, it was 3/4 ft tall, @ the time I was 5 ft. so it was almost as tall as I was, or maybe he was, it was hard to judge everything as things were now moving fast & out of sorts, he walked up this small hill we had in R back yard on 2 feet like a Human..

By now I was shaking but I wanted to get a better look @ this thing, so I stood up but stayed by my chair. I felt kind of dizzy & wobbly rellay out of sorts.

When I stood up this creature dropped down on all 4's & took off like a road runner, he moved faster then any animal I'd ever seen move before. {It never occured to me that where a young 1 is there it's Mother or a watcher is also, until my Friend Dave Groves was talking to me about it years later & he said its a good thing U didn't make a move towards him. You see I didn't even think about it being a Sasquatch until we had moved away.} 7 1/2 years later & I started putting it all together.

I ran towards the house out of fear & I wanted to get my Camera in case this thing came back. I went out there long enough to take Photo's of the yard, & then I ran as fast as I could to get back into the house. I locked the doors  scared that this thing what ever it was would come after me it could have come from a UFO for all I knew.. I sat & shook & cried until Tim {My Husband} came home about 45mins/1 hr later. I was still shook up when he came in & asked me what had happened.

Seeing this creature changed my life totally, I used to go out & work in the yard from the rising of the sun until it was dark out & Tim would have to come & ask me if I wasn't going to come in. After this encounter happened I wouldn't go out in the yard unless Tim came out W/me. He found this to be very odd behavior from what I was like before. He said don't be silly, I said I'm not being silly, U'd be afraid if U saw this thing just like I did and am, he'd just shake his head, he believe that I saw something, but he didn't understand the impact that it made on my life.

I tried to explain what it was I saw & he said it was just a Ground Hog,  I said does a Ground Hog walk erect on it hind feet & stand almost as tall as I am, he said Nope. I said I rest my case. I named this thing the Nebster, where I came up W/the name I'll never know but I had to name it something so Tim would know what I was talking about. 

I tried to go back where I saw him run to, it was in a grove of tall trees & low bushes, but there was to much Poison Ivy back there so I stopped going back any further.

We didn't live in that trailer much longer after that because it had Black Mold in it, the owner before us vented the dryer under the house instead of outside.....

....I wrote a report before this 1 but as I've read it, I see where I had left a few things out & had some mispelled words, so I've re-written my report. I also have Multiple Sclerosis & sometime I don't remember to add some vital parts.

We've since moved out to Zeeland Mi. we've had encounters here as well & now I know what it is that is leaving foot prints in the snow. 

Although the sun had melted the tracks somewhat, U can still see the 5 toes.

We also found a strange foot print under R carport  about 1 year ago {2017} & had an expert look @ the print & he say's it's a Dogman's print, much to my dismay. I'd rather face  SASQUATCH then a DOGMAN any day of the week."

 About the photos below:

"Here R the photo's of the yard where it took place, in a few of the Pix's U can see the arm of the chair where I was sitting, {The Nebster} what I named the Juvenile Sasquatch so my husband Tim would know who or what I was talking about, was down by the bird bath, if U look @ where my chair is sitting & look @ the bird bath, U'll see how close I was to him. I also put in the Google earth shots so U could see the whole area. The interstate runs East & West.

My Trailer which is no longer there, but a new 1 was put in it's place.  

The drive way sits to the West There R carports on both sides of R old driveway.

Where I was sitting in my chair, my chair was facing East. behind the wiskey barrels is the pond that turns into a Creek, theres a photo of an appartment parking lot, that is where the creek starts, & it ran down into the pond the pond then runs South or to the right of my chair."

Egyptian City in the Grand Canyon: Smithsonian Coverup or Historical Fabrication?

Did an ancient civilization live in caves found below the Grand Canyon? Was an Egyptian tomb excavated in the desert of Arizona? According to a front page story from a 1909 edition of the Phoenix Gazette, evidence of an ancient people was discovered in the Grand Canyon region, including a city of caverns, Egyptian artifacts, and a lost pyramid - a discovery that has allegedly been covered up by the Smithsonian Institution.

This isn't the first time the Smithsonian has been accused of covering up or outright destroying evidence of great archaeological discoveries. Most famously, the institute reportedly disposed of thousands of remains of giant humanoid skeletons during the early 1900s, although mainstream news outlets do not corroborate this story; the claim is outright denied by Snopes.com; and the original poster of the story is a noted "entertainment news" site. Be that as it may, the debate over the existence of the giant human remains still continues.

In the same vein, the Smithsonian may or may not have hushed up knowledge that ancient Egyptians once dwelt in Arizona. Is it possible? Is the evidence substantive, or based on conjecture? Although admittedly there is "no tangible proof" that the lost cave city really existed in the Grand Canyon, the theories are fun and compelling. David Hatcher Childress examines the stories - take a look here and consider them for yourself!

When a Bigfoot Photo... Isn't

In the world of Bigfoot, researchers and enthusiasts are constantly searching for answers and evidence about the existence of this famous but elusive bipedal cryptid.

Sometimes, compelling proof is presented to the community that points to Bigfoot as alive, well, and very real. At other times, the community is rife with zoomed-in images, red circles, and pareidolia - the phenomenon in which the mind sees supposed patterns where none actually exist.

The images below, taken and shared by Jason Parsons on the Pennsylvania Sasquatch Research Facebook page, demonstrate how someone might perceive a Bigfoot form in a photo when, in fact, there isn't. 

On the PSR Facebook page, Jason writes:

"What looks like a Bigfoot looking through a gap in the trees, with fingers touching the branch, looks totally different when taken with a professional camera.

First photo is taken with an iphone 7 zoomed in.

Second is taken with Canon 5d mk3

Here we can CLEARLY see that a blurred and distorted image of what might look like a Sasquatch, is in fact (and in most cases) just leaves and shadow."

In no way is either Jason or The Confessionals attempting to prove through this post that Bigfoot does not exist. Rather, the post and photos provided serve as an illustration of how we in the Bigfoot community should examine evidence with a practiced eye, and from different perspectives, to establish viable proof. In our excitement to discover Bigfoot, we should continue searching for evidence that he's "out there" somewhere and acknowledge the extraordinary instances when he is there in a photo... and also understand that sometimes, he just isn't.

                                                         The uncropped iPhone shot.

                                                       The uncropped iPhone shot.

                                              Zooming in on the original iPhone photo.

                                            Zooming in on the original iPhone photo.

                  The same scene, from a slightly lens different perspective, using a Canon camera.

                The same scene, from a slightly lens different perspective, using a Canon camera.

                        A zoomed in shot of the same scene using the much clearer Canon lens                                                            ...  and without a lurking Bigfoot in the bushes.

                      A zoomed in shot of the same scene using the much clearer Canon lens                                                            ...and without a lurking Bigfoot in the bushes.

Written Confession: Miranda C.'s Experience with Evil

The following Confession was shared by Miranda C. via The Confessionals' Facebook page:

"A couple of years ago my husband went to something called an encounter. It's a big movement in the Christian community. We were warned before he went that things might change between us and that satan would try to cause problems when he returned. We laughed it off and away he went.

A little background before I go on though. We both grew up in Christian homes but his family was way more active in the church than mine. My family quit going when I was in middle school but I had always considered myself a Christian.

Matt(husband) and I never really discussed religion. We would go to church with his family on occasion and did all of the holidays but we weren't members of any church. At one point I decided that we should get involved in one but that didn't last long and so when he got invited to encounter it was kind of out of the blue but he was willing to give it a try. I was excited for him and when he started to doubt going I would encourage him. 

The time came and he went. The day he got back I was really excited to see him but it's almost like the second he returned something changed within me. He was a completely different person when he got back: on fire for Jesus. He seemed to be high on life and ready to live for the lord.

I, on the other hand, went dark. I started to question my beliefs. I became angry and depressed. I thought about killing myself.(Not normal for me.) Matt and I fought all of the time about christianity and the kids. I hated myself and hated my husband for going to encounter. Divorce came up a lot. It was almost like something was trying to torture me. It was horrible!! This went on for months.

I finally decided that I needed to go to encounter to try to get out of the darkness I was in. It felt like there was something inside of me trying to keep me from going and it was a struggle to actually make myself go. But I did. And the second I got there, it felt like a huge weight was lifted. Like I physically felt better. When I returned home, Matt and I were excited to finally be on the same page after so many dark months(or so we thought) and were laying in bed talking when I decided to get up to get ready for bed. The second I stood up I instantly felt sick all over so I laid back down and felt this dark vibration above my body. It floated there for a second and then took off. My husband didn't know what was wrong. We grabbed a bible and prayed together and slept with a light on because whatever it was, it was evil. 

It was a terrifying experience and looking back, I know something evil was trying hard to get me to end my life. I have left out a lot of details because I already have a novel going but this was just one of my paranormal experiences!"

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