These Are Your Stories #64 – The Tall Man From Roswell

Sometimes the best stories can be the short ones. This one comes from Benito Martez from the land of enchantment San Pablo, New Mexico. I urge you to take a moment and think about this and ask yourself, Okay then, where did he go?

Hello Ron, I live in a tiny little town where everyone knows everyone. We are also very close to the Mexican border which makes us a busy town. The other day I was downtown buying some grain and a man came up to me asking what was the best restaurant in town. I gladly helped him. I noticed that he was very tall, and very bald. That is something you don’t see around here. I asked him where he was from. He got very nervous and quickly said that he was from Roswell. Hmm, I thought and looked down at my watch. I turned back to him and he was gone. I do mean gone! I looked around the street. There were many short latinos, like me, everywhere, but no man from Roswell. A man that tall could not just disappear into the crowd. Could he? – Benito Martez

That is a strange story Benito and your right I tall man usually does stand out in a crowd. Unless you are at a basketball game.  Great story and thank you for sharing it!

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we have an amazing story. It is from the April, 1931 edition of Astounding Magazine. It is titled Hell’s Dimension and is rather epic. Professor Lambert, deliberately ventures into a vibrational dimension to join his trapped fiancée. Do they escape? You won’t want to miss this one. 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 #64 – The Smokejumper

This time we have the incredible tale of William “Little Jake” Colson. To call it anything else would be unjust. The original email was sent by his wife Marie and from what I gather it was her influence that finally gave Little Jake the push he needed to share this one. I tried to get the couple to join us on the show, but alas they could not be swayed. I did have a wonderful chat with them and this is the story they told me. But before we get to it a little background is in order. William is a retired fireman, but not your friendly neighborhood type, he was a smokejumper for the United States Forest service. Smokejumpers are most often deployed to fires that are extremely remote. The risks associated with this are unmeasurable. Smokejumpers are capable of reaching a wildfire shortly after ignition when it is still relatively small. They extinguish the blaze before it becomes a problem to land managers and the public. When not jumping out of perfectly good airplanes they are used for disaster relief and emergency management. The earliest known use of smoke jumping was in 1934 by the soviets.

Okay, now for Little Jake’s Story in his own words!

The Smoke Jumper

Finally, a fire call!  The call came in at about 4pm on Thursday.  For a few days it had been pretty quiet and there wasn’t any lightning forecast for the day so it came as a surprise. The fire, as it turned out, was a lightning strike from several days prior, it had just been smoldering around until some wind came up and started to fan the flames. This fire seemed pretty straight forward… we jumped it and put a line around it. The next day, with the help of a few helicopter drops, we had the thing cold. Now we would just settle in and watch just to make sure it didn’t spark up again. There was a small town close by and it would be at risk if it were to do so. We would take shifts, walk the line looking for any break-outs or burns. Very dull work when you can get it.  

The dry season sucks, there is no better way to put it.  No matter how careful you are you can’t see everything and fire can hide in some of the strangest places you can imagine. However, underground is pretty rare. As I walked, I felt the ground become hot and before I could react the whole mountainside just slipped from beneath my feet. I fell into, from my perspective, the gates of hell.  Hot coals, burnt wood and raging heat greeted me. Cursing, I pulled my shield down in an attempt to protect myself.  It would not be enough. I was not wearing gloves and had exposed skin on my face, hands and ankles. A mistake I never made again.  

I grabbed my radio, it was still working and called to base. I tried to remain calm but the voice on the other end clearly said, “Will say again, a mountain fell on you?” Breathing was close to impossible, but somehow I managed to calm myself and try again. I gave my approximate position and reported that I had fallen into a sinkhole of some sort. It was then that the radio sparked and went dead.

I looked around the area and saw a dark spot. The thought came to me, “head to the light”, I laughed at my joke, but in this case that was the last thing I wanted to do. Dark could mean no fire and less heat. Hopeless, scared and nearly passing out I got there. The first thing I did was grab my canteen, soak a cloth and put it around my mouth. It was not as hot, but the smoke was thick and I thought for sure this was how I was going to die. I thought of my wife and family and promises I made to do this thing or that thing. I settled in and waited. After another minute I felt myself drift off, a flash of bright light and then nothing.

My next memory was waking up on a stretcher. My buddies had pulled me out of that hell hole and were carrying me to the waiting chopper. I tried to thank them right then and there but my voice didn’t work, something about a pen stuck in my neck. The flight to the hospital was uneventful and my recovery was long and painful. I got to thank the guys and even gave Robbie  a nod who had stuck the pen in my throat to get me breathing again. As soon as I was cleared I went right back to work and did the job for a total of six years. I stayed with the forestry department, but not as a smokejumper. That is a young man’s game.  – William “Little Jake” Colson

Okay, that has to be the most incredible story we have had at Ron’s Amazing Stories. To survive that and to be able to return to work… amazing. I want to thank the Colson’s for sharing their story. 

This Week’s Podcast:

On the podcast this week we present something different. Have you have heard of the 2005 Bard Pitt movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith?  Well, did you know there was another movie made with the same name in 1941. This week we have the radio adaption of that movie directed by Alfred Hitchcock. 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 #63 – Friendly Fire

Our Story comes from David Larsen. David is a regular contributor to the show and also was a part of The Horror Express. David is from Ogden Utah.

Normandy – 1944

Hey Ron, this isn’t my story exactly but it was one I was told as a child.

Growing up I had an elderly neighbor, his name was Mr. Schade ( pronounced ska-Dee ). For five dollars, the occasional bit of smoked salmon, and as many stories as we had time to go through I would Mow his lawn. Oftentimes I would mow the lawn after lunch and then enjoy stories until my mom would come calling me for dinner. This story is from World War II and is about one of his friends who I will simply call “Mr. C.” and how his ankle injury had saved his life. 

It begins on an LCVP or Landing craft Vehicle Personnel. They were crammed into these boats like sardines. Mr C and his mates were landing on the beaches of Normandy on June 6, 1944 and were some of the first few hundred young men to storm the Nazi’s pill boxes. They were terrified but knew that what they did that day needed to happen and would help to topple the Third Reich even if it was only a foothold. For Mr C.?  He remembered praying that he would get to come home and that he would get to see his family again. 

The doors slammed open and he and his mates had no hesitation. They sprinted towards what looked like certain death. He passed what he called “shapes of young men” who had already fallen to enemy fire. He sprinted past them scared, but determined to take the ground they needed to take. 

The crack and rattle of shells and small missiles whizzing past unrelenting was all around him. Then more cracks and booms centered in on his position and a searing pain shot through his ankle sending him to the dirt. Mr C looked up only to see his panicked friend firing on a pillbox. He watched in horror as his friend fell to the ground from the gunfire that surely would have been his fate. He was shot by accident as his friend had panicked and shot him through his ankle saving his life at the price of his own. At this point Mr C stopped his story and lifted his pant leg. With a smile he showed us his fused unmoving ankle and remainder of the scars he earned that day. 

I hope I did his story justice, and I am so thankful to him for everything he did and for telling me this story. Mr. Schade is now 94 and still goes fishing on a regular basis. He has always been like a grandfather to me. – David Larsen – Ogden Utah

Thank you David for that story, and I thank both Mr C and Mr Schade for their service.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the podcast this week we have two stories from the OTR series Blackstone, The Magic Detective. Blackstone must uncover The Riddle Of The Eightball, and Rhoda comes face to face with a real zombie in a story titled The Riddle Of The Seventh Zombie. 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 #62 – Tractor Ghost

Our story comes from Minnie Swan. She writes to us from Michigan and her story truly is amazing! Have you ever seen the horror film Christine? Well, here is the farm version of it …. sort of.

Hello Ron, we have a saying here, “You know you’re from Michigan when your idea of a traffic jam is waiting for ten cars to pass a tractor.” My story is about just such an event and I can’t wait to tell you all about it. 

I was 13 years old and was going to a dune buggy race with my dad at Silver Lake Dunes. He raced in an annual event there. We came up to a traffic jam. Get It Traffic Jam. It was going amazingingly slow as each car passed the tractor. Everyone seemed very interested in what was going on with it. Finally, when it came time for us to pass my dad let out a shocked gasp, he pointed at the drivers cab and there was no one there. The tractor was driving itself. 

We have another saying in Michigan, “Why build a straight road when you can put curves in it.” I don’t know if that is a real statement, but if you live here you know it’s true! This road we were on was quite the example. Somehow this tractor was following the road. Very slow, but doing it.

My Dad drove ahead and found a place to park our rig and set to wait for the tractor to show up. My dad’s plan was to get in the tractor and bring it to stop. Others pulled over to watch the show as well. The problem was that the tractor never came around the corner. My dad bought a motorcycle along with us and he took it off the trailer to go find out what had happened. He came back a few minutes later, and said he could find no sign of the thing nor had it run off the road.  Others tried and failed to find that tractor.

I offer no explanation for this, nor can I prove any of it. It was the late 80’s and I don’t think they had the tech to make a self driving tractor in those days. – Minnie Swan – Michigan

What a crazy story and one I say has to be true. It is a head scratcher for sure and I can’t imagine making it up.  Thank you Minnie for your story. It truly belongs on Ron’s Amazing Stories!

This Week’s Podcast:

On the podcast this week we have a real mindbender of a tale called Delayed Action. It comes from the science fiction pulp mags of the 50’s and was suggested to us and read for us by Paul Hampton. I have a pre-podcast assignment for you. Do a bit of research on what a Mobius Strip is. It will help unwind this one. 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 #61 – The Nail gun

I received this story a couple of years ago. I still have no idea who sent it or if it is even true. I did try to track down some of the clues from the story, but got nothing. I present it to you today, who knows, maybe one of you has some information.

My name is Anne and the story I am about to tell you is real. I have changed the names of all those involved including mine. Maybe someday I will do a tell-all book, but not today. 

The Nail Gun

My husband and I bought a small house in a pretty good neighborhood. We didn’t have much to spend and were very surprised at the cost of the home. It had two bedrooms and a large two car garage. It was perfect because my husband Ed had just started his own business, needed an office and a place to store his wares.

The first year there was bliss. The extra bedroom became an office as planned. However, we had a bit of an accident and our daughter Mary was on her way. To say we weren’t ready for a child is an understatement. However, the business was doing okay and Ed had even hired Mike to handle shipping and deliveries. About three months before the baby was due we began the remodeling process.  That’s when stuff started happening. At first it was simple things like a misplaced hammer, a spilled package of nails, bangs at night and even a dog barking. We didn’t have a dog you see.  

Then came the bigger things. Ed and Mike had finished the dry wall for the new office in the garage. They came back the next day only to have it completely torn down. Mike blamed it on kids, Ed wasn’t so sure. You see, not many lived nearby.

One night Mike was setting up his shipping and deliveries for the next day. He felt a pinch and then a wave of nausea swept over him. He was able to call out and then passed out on the floor.  Ed and I ran to the garage and found him in a pool of blood. He had been struck in the head by a nail and it had sunk itself into his skull.  The nail gun was on the floor as well. We rushed him to the hospital. The nail was removed and Mike fully recovered. We all figured that nail gun had fallen off the bench and had misfired. The accident had left a large blood stain on the floor. No matter how hard we tried we were never able to clean that spot up completely.

Nothing else happened after that and we finished the work on the house. Mary came two months later and we again settled into a routine. That is, until that last night.

Mike was working late in the garage and we were sitting down to dinner. The room began to shake and at first we thought it was an earthquake. It didn’t take us long to figure out our house was the only one shaking. We checked on Mike in the garage. He was there, but he was staring at us with what I can only describe as dead eyes. In his hand was the nail gun and he was repeatedly pulling the trigger. Had it been plugged-in he surely would have shot himself in the face several times as we stood there and watched. Ed knocked the gun out of his hands and dragged him out to the car. Throwing him in the back seat and loading me and baby (In shock).  We all got the heck out of there.

I never went back to the house. Both Ed and Mike did and said the damage was incredible. The fire department listed it as a sinkhole, but we knew better. The insurance company paid off and we quickly sold the property, lock stock and barrel.

Anne from somewhere

This Week’s Podcast:

On the show this week Sherlock Holmes returns. He and Watson have been sent to Submarine Island to be awarded a tub of Butter. As you might expect things don’t go as planned and it becomes a greasy situation. 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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