These Are Your Stories #29 – The Man From Planet X

The Month Of Spooky 2021 continues this week with the annual retelling of one of my favorite old time radio classics, The Thing On The Fourble Board. This time we shake it up a bit with commentary by Sylvia and Myself. You will hear some insights about the story that should be enjoyable or at least unusual.

On the blog this time we have a story from our old friend Tom Williams. If you will remember he was raised in the south, but now lives in Berlin, Germany. Tom sent this one some time ago and has become one of my favorites.

Hello again Ron,  I am not sure if you would like a little humor to your show, but give this a try, it is about aliens you know!!!  Here is my scary (Funny) story. . . . .Tom

I was 8 years old in 1951, and I went to see the movie, The Man from Planet X. This particular time I was alone. I stepped up to the Cashier and purchased my ticket ( a whopping 25 cents). Then went to the refreshment counter and popped for two bags of Popcorn (another whole 30 Cents), and finally proceeded down the aisle to find the best seat for viewing. As I walked down the aisle, I noticed that the movie had just started the credits. I sat in a seat near the center of the theater. 

The lead Actor in the movie was just pushing his bicycle down a hill. The scene was a dark and foggy countryside and the background music was of the usual scary variety. He then saw a saucer shaped disk, shrouded in fog in the dale below. The actor walked around the saucer looking into the lighted porthole windows as he went along.  Suddenly, he looked into the face of the Alien! The background music was so startling that I actually threw both bags of popcorn into the air.  

The next thing I remember I was standing outside the movie house wondering how I got there. I gathered my wits and was about to go back in to finish watching the Movie, but the manager refused to let me back in, even after I showed him my recently purchased ticket. I never got to see the movie I had paid for, and I only had enough money left for the Bus fare home.

Oh’ how I longed to see that movie. Finally, after 60 years, my Brother-in-law was able to send it to me. My taste has changed over the years and it was a disappointing movie, to say the least. The Film wasn’t scary and the copy I have has a different beginning for some strange reason. That goes to show you that memories are sometimes better than the actual event. 

Keep up the Entertaining podcasts and all the best, 

Tom from Berlin, Germany

Well thank you Tom for your story. I am quite familiar with your movie. I love to watch classic sci-fi films from the 50’s. My favorites being The War of The Worlds and When Worlds Collide. While they don’t terrify like they did way back when. To me they are very special. The Man From Planet X went into production on December 13, 1950, at Hal Roach Studios in Culver City, California, and wrapped principal photography six days later. In order to save money the film was shot on sets for the 1948 Ingrid Bergman film Joan of Arc. They used artificial fog to change moods, plot locations, and to hide the lack of backdrops. Not your high budget film. It was released again in 1953 which might explain why the opening of the film was different in your version. I am not sure about that though.

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These Are Your Stories #28 – A Mailman’s Best Friend

On the podcast we get stories from all kinds of places, people and now from a mailman’s point of view. Brandon White from somewhere in California sent us this one. We have all had bad days and lived to tell about it. Brandon is no exception, but this was a particularly bad day. Let’s let him tell us about it in a story called A Mailman’s Best Friend.

As I mentioned I am a Mailman. We work the hours it takes to get the job done. Some days it is a grind and on others, it is a whole lot of fun. I once delivered news to a couple that they were winners and in this case to the tune of 10 million dollars. Not all days are fun, not all days are bad. However, most days don’t scare the living pokeroots out of you.  (Umm Brandon used a different word there). 

One day I started my route as I normally do, the truck was only half full and that meant a great day. One of my first deliveries was a darn heavy box. I could not leave the thing in the mailbox and so I had to take it to the door. I grabbed my dolly, loaded the box and headed for the entrance. I rang the bell and there was no answer. In cases like these, it is okay to leave the package if it doesn’t require a signature. This one didn’t so I moved it by the door and started to leave. That’s when a voice said, “Go Away!”

I had no problem with that so I started back down the path. I got about halfway when I heard a loud bang! I turned to see that my package had landed only a few feet short inches away from hitting me. 

“Are you kidding me!” I yelled and started back for the door. Yelling at whomever it was that thought it would be cute to almost hit me.  I got to the porch and there was nothing there. I knocked on the door and rang the bell again. No answer. Not a single car in the driveway and no lights on inside at all. Perplexed and not in good humor I retrieved the box and put it by the door again. Again, the voice came and said, “Go Away!” 

It sounded more like a growl and I was very disturbed. I checked the box for damage and saw that the wood was chipped a bit but it looked alright. I decided to leave it and make haste to my truck. I never made it. This time it was me flying off the porch and landing on the walkway. It was like all the air had been sucked from me and I had to just lie there and gasp.  A moment later the heavy box joined me. I loaded it up and dragged it back to the truck.

Before I left I hastily filled out a “We missed you sticker” and told them they could pick up their package at the post office.  On the reason for non-delivery I checked, uncontrolled animal. 

Brandon White –  California

I am sorry but that made me laugh just a bit. I doubt that at the time you were laughing. My question is; Did the guy ever pick up his package? There was nothing further and so I guess we are left to fill in the blanks. I do want to thank Brandon for sharing this unusual tale and hope that all turned out well for everyone involved.

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we begin the month of spooky 2021 with a down-right creepy story from the folks at Quiet Please. This one has an Egyptian feel to it and is titled Whence Came You. 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 #27 – Parma’s Angel

Our story for this week comes from Heaven, well sort of. Mattie Pittman from Glenns Ferry, Idaho sent in this email that I call Parma’s Angel.

Hello Ron, I am displaced in time. No, I am not a time traveler I am just a person who believes that I should have been born in the 40’s. I believe that I would have flourished back then. In today’s world I always feel out of sorts, a step behind if you will. I think that’s why I was drawn to your podcast. You are the same and your work shows both a love for our past and that you are able to cope with our now. Thank you for giving me a place where I feel at home. I have a story for you. You have mentioned on the podcast that you like a good Angel story. I hope that you will find my adventure both a head scratcher and devine.

I was ten, I think, when this story took place. We were living in Parma, Idaho at the time. My parents have a small farm there where we grew corn, and raised cattle. I had a happy childhood. We attended church every sunday, and helped the poor. My mom and I would take food and supplies to migrant worker camps every spring. One day after making a delivery one of the wheels came off our truck and we plunged into a ditch. My mother was badly injured and I was left to find help. There were no cell phones on those days to call 911.

We were on a deserted backroad. I had no idea where, so I picked a direction, and began to walk. I was still in sight of our truck when a man walked up to me and asked if I needed help. He seemed to come out of nowhere. I remember that I was crying and that I just pointed to our truck and said, “My Mommy is hurt.” 

He picked me up and took me back to our truck, and then I fell asleep. I woke up in the hospital with my head on my dad’s lap. My mom had broken ribs, a concussion and a few bruises, but was okay. I came out without a scratch. From what my dad told me the man had somehow fixed the truck enough to drive them to the hospital and then disappeared.

You can believe what you want to about this story, but I know this was an angel sent to help us when we needed it the most. His face was so kind and I felt total peace in his arms.

Mattie Pittman – Glenns Ferry, Idaho

Well I believe you Mattie, furthermore you are right I do love an Angel Story. One more thing, I too think I would have done well if I had been born in the 1940’s. Thank you for your story. I think this just might have to be one of my favorites. 

-Ron

This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we will feature a full length story from our favorite ghost hunter and storyteller, Sylvia Shults. You won’t want to to miss, The Boy In The Basement! 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 #26 – I Hate Trains!

Trains! Love them or hate them they have been around for a long time. Have you ever noticed that there are a lot of scary stories that have been associated with train travel? Believe me when I tell you that I have. I have a fear of trains, but I love to ride them. It is the mystery associated with them that gives me a thrill. Maybe that is why there are so many stories about them. Our listener’s story comes from Lucas Tens originally from Franca São Paulo (That’s in Brazil – I looked it up). He tells us this story titled, I Hate Trains

My father worked for the RFFSA in Brazil all of his life until retirement in 1997. That meant we traveled by train for free and we did it a lot. I loved the train and still do. Today however, when I board, I look around first.

It was the summer of 1985 and my family was going on vacation to my aunt’s estancias (or Ranch). We boarded the train and split up as was the custom.  We each had a favorite part and for me it was the dining car. I would head to the back, pick a seat and watch people imagining who they were and where they were going. It was a busy day and from time to time people would ask to sit with me. I always said yes and would make up fantastic stories about myself and why I was on the train. It was all in good fun.

A dark man, that is the best way I can describe him, came to sit with me. He was tall, but not too tall, chubby, but not too chubby and kept his face covered with a large fedora. I found him utterly fascinating. He had a deep voice and it rumbled, rivaling the sound of the train! The first thing he said to me was, “So you like stories?”

I squeaked out, “Yes Sir”

He proceeded to tell me every story that I had lied about that day and he told them back to me in detail! I asked him how he knew about this and he shrugged and said that he lives here. 

“On the train?” I countered.

He only answered with a yes.

I was uncomfortable and launched into a long discussion with the man trying to justify my actions. It was then a woman walked up and asked if she could sit-down. I turned to her in disgust and was about to say there was no room. Then I realized I was sitting alone. The dark-man was gone.

I tried to find him on the train, but there was no sign of him. Talked to everyone including my family and not a single person had seen him. I even asked the conductor who he was and he knew of no one that matched that description. Finally, we reached our stop. As I walked with my family up the boarding platform I happened to glance back at the train. There peering up at me was the dark-man. People were passing through him like he wasn’t there.

Lucas Ten – Franca São Paulo

Lucas went on to say that he told this tale to many people over the years and never found anyone who had a similar experience. To this day every time he boards a train he looks for his friend in hopes of finishing his discussion. My thought is to best leave the dead alone and count your blessings.

This Week’s Podcast:

On Ron’s Amazing Stories this week we have a classic science fiction story from Galaxy Magazine (1951).  There is one fact no sane man can quarrel with … everything has a beginning and an end. But some men aren’t sane; thus it isn’t always so!  The story is titled ….And It Comes Out Here. 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 #25 – The Fog

I get stories from all over the world. But you might ask where the most stories come from. That hands down has to be from New Mexico and Texas. I really don’t have an explanation for it, but I have been told, “Things just happen here. A lot!”. Who said that to me? My very own brother. He lives in New Mexico and here is just one of the many tales that he has told us over the years.

My wife, two sons and I had been living in New Mexico for several years and loved to travel around exploring the wonders and mysteries of “the Land of Enchantment”. One of those mysteries is associated with the name Roswell. Many believe an extraterrestrial vehicle crashed there in 1947. Actually, that crash is connected to many sites north and west of that city, most prominently the village of Corona in a bleak section of high plains near a town called Vaughn.

One gray morning in early spring my wife and I and our two sons set out from Albuquerque on the seven hour trip to Carlsbad to visit the famous caverns there. We left at about 9 a.m. The plan was to be settled at our motel by dinnertime. Our transportation was a Saturn bought just weeks earlier.

We were about twenty miles south of Vaughn listening to some of Daniel Pinkwater’s funny stories on tape when suddenly the Saturn rolled to a silent stop with no engine or electrical power. I remember thinking this lonely stretch of road about 50 miles northwest of Roswell was a bad place for a breakdown. Then I noticed that the day’s gloomy sky seemed to be closing around us like a fog. I watched as the fog pushed to the surface of every car window.

My next memory is the four of us sitting in the car on the same shoulder. The fog was gone. My wife started the car which fired instantly with the tape still playing and we drove off as if nothing had happened, except for the fact that no one said a word all the way to Roswell.

On arriving in Roswell my boys said they were hungry so we stopped at a family buffet.  Seeing a sign that they closed at 8 and realizing that was less than an hour away my wife became upset and angry because she had expected to be in Carlsbad, which was still a pretty long drive, long before this. She didn’t want to stop or eat anything but we did and eventually arrived in Carlsbad at about 10p.m.

So what happened? To this day our family has never talked about that trip, not even once. But I assure you, everything happened exactly as I told you.

Your Brother Jim – New Mexico

Well, it is an amazing story with no explanation. Sometime when you’re not busy do the google search, “Strange Stories In New Mexico”. Then settle in for a while because there are a lot of them to read. My thanks to my brother Jim for sharing that one. 

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week it is Kind of a Dinosaur week with other stories thrown in. In fact we even head to the sub-sub-basement of a department store with horrific results. 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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