These Are Your Stories #16 – The Haunted Tower

Your story this week is not your typical military fare. We hear stories of bravery, strife and death. But haunted guard towers? I have to say this was a first for me. This tale first appeared in episode #344 – It’s Our Military. I hope you enjoy it!

Hello Ron, I hope I made it in time with my submission. It took some deciding which story to share from my time in the military. I never had a good time working the security force for my first deployment whether I was stuck at the gate or in a tower. However, the story I will tell comes from then. On my first night on our outpost, before I even had a good sense of direction, was a tell-tale sign that I was in for some trouble. 

I was posted alone in Tower 2 (the towers were numbered 1 through 4). This tower faced a mountain to the north, and a Pakistan village to the east. I didn’t know about the village yet, because they were going through a power outage. The timing couldn’t have been more dramatic. No sooner than I put on my night vision, their power was restored. All I know is I saw flickering lights appearing in a sequence, and in a long line. I pictured your typical Hollywood scenario: a bunch of guys on horses holding torches ready to raid. I felt pretty stupid when I called this in, because HQ didn’t need to see anything to know what had me in a panic. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. 

I was finally as comfortable as you can get in a war zone, when I had to cover a night shift in Tower 3. It was a quiet night, and during a local holiday that even the combatants relaxed for a month-long religious practice. I was bored and admiring the stars when I heard it. 

Something started rustling right outside the wall and under my tower. I shouted down and readied for who knows what.  I felt adrenaline kicking in and my perception of time slowing down. I searched around and even underneath the tower and there was nothing and no one around. Just as I convinced myself I had been awake too long, and as if right on cue, I heard a soft “meh” outside of the wall. I experienced a strange mix of horror and confusion. 

What I was hearing was the  disembodied voice……of a goat?  Well, at least I had company.

My friends made fun of the disembodied goat experience, but everyone has had their share of unexplained noises while working that haunted guard tower.  Tower #3.

Anthony Carr – Oklahoma

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week our featured story comes from space exploration of the 1950’s. Okay the story didn’t happen then but it was written in 1957. It is titled The Nothing, and it should creep you out just a bit. Also on the show, is a listener submission about a haunted restaurant called The Country Tavern. 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

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These Are Your Stories #15 – Fishing and the Beast

We have a forest beast story from the Northwest. However, this time it is not about Bigfoot. You see most of the creature sightings you read about here are not about the big guy. The most common story is about another elusive critter and he is much more dangerous. Here is a tale from Jerry Miller of Portland Oregon. It first appeared on episode #199 – Murder By Moonlight

I love to fish. It is my passion, although these days I am a bit more careful as to where I go and I try not to go alone to those isolated spots. This happened to me this past summer and when I tell you that I have a new appreciation for life, after you heard this tale, I think you will understand.

It was a Saturday morning. I had spent the previous day trying to find someone to come along with me, but I’d struck out. Not a big deal I’d gone to my spot many times alone and had no fear of doing it. I packed up my truck and headed out to the wilds near Hubbard Oregon.  There is a hidden stream along Old Whiskey Hill Road. The only way to get to it is to hack and whack. After a bit I went to my secret spot where the brown trout roam.

I was about an hour in and still had no bites. I could see them from time to time, but I just had not found the right lure. I had just casted out when I heard a loud snap. Then complete and utter silence. Even the birds had stopped their singing. An eerie calm came over the area. I ran my hand over my Glock G42, that was strapped to my waste, for reassurance. After a few minutes the bird’s sound returned and I returned to my thoughts of fresh trout for dinner. Whatever had been there had moved on. I finally figured out that the fish wanted the “red rooster tail”. I caught three and was ready to head home.    

“Snap,” which was followed by a growl. 

Not a bear I knew that for sure. We were too close to town for them to be around. I stood still and just listened. Like before the forest had gone silent. I waited for about five minutes that then started to move out. I got to the main trail with no problem, but waiting for me was a cougar. Rouge male from the looks of him. He looked straight at me, and I heard his thoughts plain and clear, “Dinner”.  

Growing up in the northwest means you understand your surroundings. I have always been told that you should never run from a lion, because running may stimulate the instinct to chase. Instead, stand and face the animal. I looked at the beast and yelled, “Git outta here!,” and for effect I grabbed my gun and waved my arms. 

He stepped back.

I yelled again, “Go-On GIT… “. I may have sworn just a bit.

He stepped back.

I pointed my gun and fired two rounds into the dirt. After all G42 is only a .38 and he was a big fella. This did the trick.  He ran west and I ran east not stopping until I was safely in my truck. Then I let out my breath, and started to shake.  On my way home I stopped at the Hubbard police station and reported the incident. Later I found out that he had been captured and relocated.

Jerry Miller

This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we have a story titled Deadman’s Planet. This is a captivating story with an incredibly unique ending. Also, on the show I respond to a listener’s question that shares something about me you probably didn’t know. 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

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These Are Your Stories #14 – UFO Coincidence

On the podcast this week we revisit the topic of Flying Saucers. In a different kind of way. UFO’s broke on to the scene in the mid 1940’s. There were stories coming in from across the nation and the world was crazy about them. On the show we will view the subject from the point of view of the newsman. In point, one  Edward R. Murrow. But before that I have pulled this story from the RAS archives titled UFO Coincidence. It was sent in by Marcella Cunningham. 

Ron, thank you for your podcast. I look forward to it each week. I used to listen on the radio on Sunday night until you mentioned that you could be found on Tune-in Radio. I now listen to you there. I want to share an experience that I had with an old friend. 

I had a best friend named Becky in middle school who I lost contact with when she transferred in the eighth grade. Two years later, I had a dream that I visited her new school and we sat at the back of her math class. In the dream her teacher was a tall, brunette with curly hair, and wearing glasses. 

The next day I get a message on Facebook from her, which is completely out of blue because we hadn’t spoken in months. She writes to me how she is doing, but that she is still having trouble with math. I have always been good at it so I helped her with math and she helped me with english. I thought how odd!

I wrote her back and told her about my dream. With-in seconds I get a reply. She freaks out and tells me that she sits at the back of her math class, and her teacher fits the description I gave her from my dream perfectly.

The next night I was out walking the dog around the neighborhood with a friend. We would occasionally look up to the sky in awe of the stars. I saw a fast moving light like a meteor, but slower, although much faster than an airplane. Then, it made an impossible ninety degree turn. First to the right, then to the left, and then it disappeared. My friend and I both stopped, looked at each other and said at the same time “Did you see that?”

A woman’s voice from behind us spoke out, “I sure did, never seen anything like that before?”

We both turned. Standing there was a young woman who was tall, brunette with curly hair, and wearing glasses. She introduced herself as Mary. We talked for quite awhile about what we had seen. Through our discussion she mentioned that she was a teacher. I stopped here  in mid-sentence and mentioned my old friend’s name. She was in fact my Becky’s math teacher.

Was all of this coincidence? Why the UFO and why strange connections? I renewed my friendship with Becky and we are better friends than ever. I am now a junior in highschool, and yes I still help her with Math and she still proofreads my english assignments.

Marcella Cunningham

Crazy story that is both synchronous and about UFOs. On the program this week we will have more of the same. You can listen to the 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

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These Are Your Stories #13 – Cowboy’s in the Skies

Sometimes I receive emails from folks who want to tell their story, but they think it has to be paranormal for me to read it. That is not the case. If you have a tale that is cool, happy, sad, or even crazy. We want to hear it. We had such a story in Episode #371 that got a lot of attention back in day.

-Ron

Ron, I was a steel worker for 35 years and have some amazing stories to tell. My son turned me on to your podcast a few weeks ago. I have not stopped listening. I am not good with words, but I can tell a story. My phone number is 555-5555 (not his real number). Call me anytime and let me tell you one. – Herman

Well on a Saturday afternoon I set up my recording equipment and dialed. It rang ten times and didn’t even go to voicemail. Dejected, I went to the next call on the list and got a story from Aulani in Hawaii. Fast forward to another day and I dialed up Herman again, this time I got the good old-fashioned busy signal. I moved on to another caller and chatted a bit with them, but didn’t get a story I could use. I decided to try Herman again and this time we connected. Herman is 88 years old, born in New York in 1932 and he does have a story or two. He told me to pick one. I decided on the one you are about to hear. I wrote this story just as Herman told it to me.

I was 19 at the time living in New York. I was there because in 1951 I was kicked out of my dad’s home, with no prospects. He told me I could come back when I had a job. So, I went to the big city and took a construction job at an office building in downtown Manhattan. It was surprisingly easy to get the job. They just asked me if I had a fear of heights and when I said, “no.” They said, “You start at 8am tomorrow morning”.

When I got there, I thought that I would be a “go fer guy” running stuff around until I learned the job. The forman pointed me at a rickety steel box and told a guy named Mickey to take me up top to James. We walked over to this crazy looking thing and got inside. We went up. 

At first I thought it was neat and even exciting as all of New York began to unfold around me. I could see for miles and even the shakiness of the elevator was lost to me. That is until I heard that “Grrrrrrr” and the metal snap. We fell about 2 feet and landed with a “Crack” and a “Snap!” I looked over and Mickey just smiled, “Don’t worry kid, it does that sometimes.” The rest of the trip to the top was not as enjoyable.

We eventually got to where we were going and Mickey stopped that crazy ride.  “All out,” he said, “James is that big fella over there. Careful where you step we ain’t got around to building the floor yet.”

That was understatement. I was looking out at a sea of steel. A brisk wind blew that day along the cross streets of Midtown Manhattan and I was forced to step out onto a six-inch-wide steel beam 24 stories above Seventh Avenue. I started to walk across it, wind at my back with nothing to keep me from falling. Oh and I could not just walk straight to James I had to find my way across solving a maze like puzzle as I went. I almost turned back right then and there, but Mickey had already started up the elevator and was heading back down. I was committed and probably should have asked more about this job yesterday.

I did make it to a place of relative safety. Plywood had been set in one corner so that James could have a work table and office – after a sort. I had to stand there a good ten minutes as he shouted out orders to his crew as to their work assignments for the day. Finally, he got to me. “So who are ya and where’s your hard hat?” He had a thick Irish accent. I told him that I was just told to come up here and talk to him.

“Well, did they now. They call it trial by fire, if ye can make it up here they think ye can work.” He reached behind his table and handed me a greasy hardhat and pair of gloves. “Can you use a Wheelbarrow now?”

Of course I knew what one was, but I had no idea of how that worked all the way up here. As it turns out, not very well. My job was to take loads of cement, riviots and other supplies to the men working the high girders and I had to do it with a wheelbarrow. I was slow, laughed at, and even cussed at all though the rest of the day, but in the end I started to figure it out. The trick was to not look down and never get off balance. Oh, and I did have a close call a time or two.

I worked on that building for the next thirteen months and I am here to tell that it still stands today. We lost more men than I can count over that time, but I thank god I was not one of them. I stayed working construction for the next ten years and even got to love my job. Hazard pay was the name of the game and working the skies made a certain breed of man to be born. They called us, “Cowboy’s Of the Skies”.

Herman Weaver – New Castle, Delaware

This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week the theme is The Empire State Building. We have ghost stories, a Johnny Is It True, and a special tale from Paul Hart and his encounter with the bicentennial in New York. You won’t believe his viewpoint. 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

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These Are Your Stories #12 – The Light!

J.G. Rathbone sent us this email:

Ron,

I love the show. I listen every Sunday night on 3KMGRADIO In Boulder, CO. (FM 100.7). I look forward to your witty comments and great stories.  One night the wife and I were listening and she told me I should tell you our story.  So, I hope you like it and I hope you share it.

I was camping with my family in the late 80’s.  My two kids were very young at 3 and 6.  We were on our way to California to meet up with my brother and his family and then head to Disneyland. Each night we stop, camp and each night we would have a relaxed dinner by the campfire. On our third night out we were traveling through New Mexico. It is beautiful there. Words can’t describe the desert at night. There is a peace that is very hard to explain. However, that peace was shattered.  

My boy came running back to camp and yelled that he was being chased. My wife and I looked around and saw nothing. But he just pointed and said, “The Light!” Sure enough a pillar of soft yellow light just walked right into camp. It floated from place to place as if looking for something and then just faded away.  We all saw it and we all felt it. By that I mean at the very same moment we all felt profoundly sad. Even the baby began to cry.  That too faded and things returned to normal.

We went to bed that night, but none of us slept. What was it? Who was it? What was it looking for? I have no idea.

Thank you for your show,

JG Rathbone

Well JG that was a timely post. You see this week on Ron’s Amazing Stories we talk quite a bit about Orbs, Ghost Lights and UFOs. Sylvia is back for another round of ghost stories and guess what! That is the topic! 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

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