On Ron’s Amazing Stories this week we have another special show. As a kid I always loved going to a good ole’ double feature at the Kiggins Theater in downtown Vancouver. I remember my mom dropping us off and the fun and adventure that followed. She gave us enough coins for a drink and popcorn which made the whole experience that much better. Years later I would become the projectionist at that very theater and I got to show many double features during my time there.
On the show we don’t have a double feature, but how about a triple? That’s right we have three stories from the classic OTR series Lights Out. You will get to hear a crazy story titled, Chicken Heart. Followed by The Word, which tells the story of Adam and Eve in a way that you never thought possible. Then we will end it all with The Day The Sun Exploded. Three amazing stories that should get you thinking.
You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you’re from. I will read it if I can.
Our story was sent in via the submission page on the main website by Alicia from Maine. I love stories like these because they really bring home that there is more going on behind the veil than we can possibly imagine. Alicia has titled her story Promise Kept:
It was 1969. I was 17 and staying overnight at my friend Anne’s house. The home was a little Cape Cod cottage unique and unfamiliar to me. The evening went quietly as Anne and I planned the next day. We talked into the night and drifted off thinking of B.B. King coming to town.
I was sleeping across the room from her in a close but comfortable corner. The home was in an area where there were sounds of crickets singing their song last before the first frost. I was awakened suddenly by the sound of a woman crying. At first I thought it was my friend, but she was asleep in her bed. I became very frightened. There was a hint of moonlight coming through the window next to my bed. In-it showed a young woman with long dark hair wearing a white gown. Her head was down and her hair hung over her face. I couldn’t speak, but in my mind I asked her what was wrong. Her answer: “I need help.” There was no explanation of why. I told her I would help her. Her response: “You will!?” And she then disappeared.
I called my friend and startled her out of sleep. I asked her if she had been talking to me or walking about the room. I knew she hadn’t , but I was trying hard to deny what had just happened. I also did not tell my friend what had transpired. I couldn’t. I was 17 in Anne’s house for the first time, it was around 2 AM, and I couldn’t just walk the 6 miles back home. So I tried to go back to sleep.
Nearly a year later I was working in a bank after graduation from high school. I had heard Anne was pregnant and very scared. You need to know that in the ‘60’s , in some cultures, it was judged to be shameful to be pregnant and unmarried. I want to be clear that I was not ashamed of my friend. We had, however, lost touch as we had chosen different avenues to pursue. I heard through various acquaintances Anne was being mistreated by the baby’s father. He had promised to provide money and a place to live. But word was he squandered what he earned.
I mentioned I was working at a bank. Anne’s boyfriend applied for a loan to “ fix his car”. I had seen Anne briefly a few days before; she told me this guy was going to get a loan to help her. My inner voice warned me she’d never receive money from him. That evening I was working after hours with a loan officer who was well known for being a compassionate man. With the encouragement of a co- worker my own age, I told him about Anne, that the boyfriend was not the best of character, and frankly said I was afraid he’d take the money and run. The loan officer said he’d take care of it.
The next day the boyfriend came to the bank to collect the loan. The loan officer asked him to have a private conversation. I don’t know what was said, but the check was made out to Anne and mailed to her. I understand that as difficult as those days were, she fared well and had a home thanks to those funds. It wasn’t until years later I realized the weeping woman at the end of my bed that night was Anne in the future. I had kept my promise. – Alicia
Well, that is one of those stories that leave you a bit freaked out, but with a good feeling. I have to wonder where the child is these days and if he or she knows about what happened. I figure he or she would be in their early 50s. Thank you Alicia for sharing your story.
This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we have a western theme. Banner tells us about his encounter with Jesse James in Kearney, Missouri. Also, we have a short story about a burro in Death Valley that saves an old prospector from certain death. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you’re from. I will read it if I can.
Our story comes from returning contributor and friend of the podcast Akunna Musa. This is the third story he has submitted, but the first time he is using his real name. Akunna hails from New York and is an Uber driver there. His story should remind us all to always listen to grandma.
Hello Ron. Once again, this is a story my dad told me from when he was younger. He was born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria. One night he was walking home. The sun was just starting to set and in Lagos at the time there weren’t many street lights. So when it got dark out it got DARK out. My dad had been told by my Abue (Grandma) many times to not stay out too late and be home before the sun goes down. He was a very stubborn boy (according to his sister) and always blew off everything my grandma would say. On this night he definitely should’ve listened to her, and if I’m not mistaken after this he did. I am using americanized slang in this story, but try to keep in mind that Yerba is the language that he would have spoken at the time.
As he walked he saw a man standing on a street corner. The man looked at my dad and said, “You should get home, kid, it’s getting late.”
My dad, being the jerk that he was, said, “Screw you old man don’t tell me what to do!”, and went about his leisurely walk home.
After a couple of blocks he saw the same man standing on a different street corner. The man said the same thing he said before. My dad didn’t think much of it, told him to go bleep himself and continued walking. After a few blocks he saw the same man, but this time he had a big snarling dog with him. The old man said the same thing, this time with the dog growling and baring its teeth. Dad was a little more bothered this time, understandably so, but still told the old man to shove it and kept walking.
He was nearly home at this point. The sun was gone, the moon bright in the sky, and yes he saw him again. This time he was just laughing maniacally. Not only is he laughing, but he has two dogs now. According to my dad, the dog’s and man’s eyes were red, and as soon as he walked past them the man let the dogs go.
My dad took off running as fast as he possibly could, the dogs barking, snarling, and giving chase. As soon as he reached grandma’s house he started pounding on the door furiously begging her to open up. Once the door was opened he flew inside and told her to shut it fast. She was trying to figure out what was happening so my dad told her about the man and the dogs. My grandma said he was being ridiculous and said there’s nothing out there. She opened the door and saw nothing. However, my dad swore that he could still see the dogs pacing outside back and forth. Teeth sharp, eyes red, fur black, and waiting for him. – Akunna Musa
This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we present a story that should shock you. A Brave New World was written by English author Aldous Huxley in 1931. It took the world by storm, but not everyone was happy about it. In fact it is one of the most banned novels on record. In the 1956 CBS Radio Workshop decided to adapt the tale to radio and that is what we will play this week. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you’re from. I will read it if I can.
Happy thanksgiving to all and I hope that your holiday season is blessed. There is a lot going on behind the scenes at Ron’s Amazing Stories. However, none of it has to do with the show. This week I’m taking a break from podcasting to focus on family and friends. It is my hope that you are able to do the same. I will return next week with all new stuff.
On the radio side we will have a replay from our Thanksgiving show in 2019. In this one Sylvia Shults psychs us out with some crazy ghost stories. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. To find the station closest to you click this link
Your Stories:
Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you’re from. I will read it on the show if I can.Social Links: Main Podcast Site by LibSyn The Blog Site by WordPress Facebook Link Twitter Link
Ike, who lives in Atlanta, sends us this Bigfoot tale. If this one doesn’t curl your toes you just might want to have them checked. Ike is currently serving in the army (Thank you for your service. It is an honor to have your story). I have heard that the Northern Mountains of Georgia are a hotbed for Bigfoot sightings. I guess this kind of proves it. Here is his email:
Hello Ron, it took me a while to get up the courage to send you my story. I am currently in the Army and listen to the show on weekends. The story I am going to tell you has nothing to do with my current job. It happened to me while I was training at Fort Jackson.
My buddy and I are both from Atlanta and decided to travel home together during Christmas. My dad planned a late season hunting trip. We set up our camp along a river. As it happens we experienced one of the warmest hunting days in years, not shorts and tank top weather, but not the normal bitter cold that represents the mountains in December. We were looking to bag us a deer before the end of the season.
That first night was just getting things set and having a fantastic dinner. Our tents were spaced about twenty yards apart. His tent was facing the front of the trail and mine and my Dad’s were butted against some blackberry bushes. Earlier that afternoon I tried to get some game birds to fly into camp by throwing some bread chunks between the tents. No dice. Being a little tired from traveling we decided to turn in a little early and get a fresh start in the morning. Around 2:00 am I heard my buddy walking around camp, he walked behind my tent (between the blackberries), and finally stopped at the door to my tent. Just before asking him, “What’s up?” I heard snoring. It was coming from the tent some twenty yards away!
My heart began to beat at a rate I didn’t think was humanly possible. It felt like my chest was going to explode. I listened closely to the ground and I heard the ‘thing’ walk back over towards my buddies tent. It was quiet for a bit and then started moving again, stopping just about where my dad was camped. I heard a splash at the river and at that moment I decided it was far enough away I might get a good look. I threw my tent open! flashlight blazing.
The fog was so thick I could barely see the river….but something was there, something tall enough that the four feet of water only came just above its knees. It ran deeper into the water and disappeared.
The next morning, I asked my buddy and dad if either of them got up last night and walked around camp. My buddy said “no… I thought that was you.” and my dad said,”no..that wasn’t me.”
I have no idea what I saw! I know it wasn’t a bear or anything like that because it stood on two feet and moved through the swift running river like it was a creek. BTW all of the bread chunks I had laid down were gone. – Ike
This Week’s Podcast:
On the program this week we have a story about a quiet alien invasion. What is their plan and how do we discover it? That is the premise for a tale titled The Rocket And The Skull. Also, on the show we review the audiobook Wool. What is it about? Listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
Your Stories:
Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you’re from. I will read it on the show if I can.Social Links: Main Podcast Site by LibSyn The Blog Site by WordPress Facebook Link Twitter Link
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