Our story comes from Marcella Cunningham. This is one of the strangest we have had and certainly stands out as original. I received this on the website and it appeared in episode #380 – Night Of Fright.
I have 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 got a message on Facebook from her, which was completely out of the blue because we hadn’t spoken in months. She writes to me how she is doing and 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 it was 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 my 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 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 and 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 a while about what we had seen. Through our discussion she mentioned that she was a teacher. I stopped 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.
Well that is an amazing story Marcella. That does seem like a lot of coincidence to me, but who really knows how the universe works. Thank you for your story!
This time we have an email sent in by Johnny Jackson from Jot Em Down, Texas. Yes, that is a real place.
Hello Ron, I know that my story is pretty short, I call it Into The Light and I hope that you like it. I live in a Texas town and I know how you like to research the names. They say we do everything big in Texas. I have never agreed with that. I say we do everything weird. I live in Jot ‘Em Down, Texas. We have had people in the area since the late 1800s. A store was built in the 1930s named the Jot ‘Em Down Gin Corporation, after the fictional store in the radio show, Lum and Abner. Later, the highway department used the name to identify the area and it has stuck to this day.
My story is this. I own and operate a small farm. We grow mostly corn and some soy beans. One night I was working late tilling a field for planting the next day when a very strange thing happened. I looked up into the amber night sky when a ribbon of light descended down. It hit the ground like a lightning bolt, but made no sound. I pulled my tracker to a stop and watched in awe. This was the early 80’s and cell phones and digital cameras were not a thing. I have only my memory of the thing as proof. I walked up to this thing and stretched out my hand. It tingled a bit and then was gone. I have often wondered what would have happened if I had walked into the light.
I Johnny I too have to wonder what would have happened. Would you be writing to us to tell your story? It boggles the mind. Thank you, it truly is amazing.
This Week’s Podcast:
The podcast this week is titled The Man Who Was Dead. It comes from a story that appeared in the 1930’s pulp magazine Astounding Stories of Super-Science. It is something that you will just have to hear for yourself. Amazing just doesn’t cut it. 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
Whenever possible I like these weekly stories to match up with the upcoming podcast. Today is one of those times. Our story comes from Albert Reagon who sent this one in from the great state of Idaho. It does make you think twice about the movie The Birds.
Hello Ron. I have heard that you enjoy a good cryptid story. While I have never seen bigfoot, nessie or dogman. I have seen a Thunderbird and fought one off to save my life. There is no doubt in my mind that these creatures do exist.
In July of 1977 we were on vacation in Craters of the Moon National park. It was a thick mosquito-laden summer night and I was a group of boys playing in the campground together. Suddenly, from out of the night sky a shriek shook our world. It is difficult to describe, but it was so loud that all of us grabbed our ears. From out of nowhere two large birds swept in from the skies attacking us. Two boys dove to the ground and escaped the deadly talons, but I wasn’t so lucky. The largest of two dug its claws deep into my shoulder.
The wind created by the bird’s flapping wings was incredible. It struggled to lift me off the ground, but I felt myself begin to move. I pounded on the things breast as hard as I could. It felt like armour and it hurt to strike him. I knew that if I didn’t free myself I would have been taken. I desperately fought and finally the thing released my shoulder. The beast hit the ground hard and was stunned. That gave me the chance to run away. I dove under some monkey bars. The creature made a second attempt to get me but could not get through to me. It shrieked again and flew off to join its mate.
My parents found me under those monkey bars, but I refused to leave. Later a nurse came and crawled inside to treat my shoulder. In the end I did go back to camp. I refused to sleep in the tent and my dad let me sleep in the car for the rest of the stay.
I know most won’t believe my story. I was the subject of many news reports of the day and was quite famous in our town for some time. Even today I can still feel those talons and thank god I was able to escape the thunderbird.
Albert Reagon – Idaho
This Week’s Podcast:
On the podcast this week it is all about the Cryptid. We do have thunderbirds, skinwalkers, bigfoot and even killer insects. This show just might be one of the freakiest yet. 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
The Hot Lake Hotel in Union City is about 10 miles from La Grande, Oregon, and may be one of the most mysterious and fascinating places I’ve ever been to. The area was first “discovered” in 1812 by Robert Stuart, of the Wilson Price Hunt party. Native American tribes used the nearby hot springs as a place to nurse their injured or sick on neutral ground. Then in the 1840s Hot Lake became a resting place for families who were traveling along the Oregon Trail. The first hotel was constructed in 1864 and was complete with bathhouses, a post office, dance hall, barbershop, and even a blacksmith. Until 1884, this isolated hotel was relatively unknown. This was this year the Union Pacific railroad put Hot Lake on the map, linking Oregon with the transcontinental system and attracted visitors worldwide. The property continued to grow and in 1908 the 105-room brick building was completed. The second floor was made up entirely for guests, where for $2.50 you could stay for the night, and enjoy a meal for just 25 cents.
In 1917 Doctor Phi purchased the property. Under the new owner’s direction, the hotel took on a dual purpose, housing a hospital on the third floor, complete with a surgery and rooms for patients. He renamed the resort to Hot Lake Sanatorium and began experimenting with the geothermal waters to treat various ailments. Between 1924 and 1934 the resort/hospital caught worldwide attention as the hotel averaged 124 new guests daily.
Unfortunately, on May 7th of 1934 a fire broke out and destroyed much of the resort, reducing it to roughly half the size it once was and leaving only the brick building standing. Due to the devastating fire and the depression, business was never the same at Hot Lake.
During World War II, the location was used as a pilot’s school and nurse training center. Until 1975 it operated as a nursing home and asylum. When the nursing home closed it became a restaurant and country western nightclub but that closed due to lack of business. It wasn’t until 1983, Dr. Lyle Griffith took over, and started the Hot Lake Company, which was a bath and massage business. That failed as well and the hotel fell into ruin.
In September of 2000, my sister and I drove to Oregon just to see this place. We toured the long abandoned facility all by ourselves. Talk about an eerie feeling and this is where my story begins. By this time the Hot Lake Hotel had earned a reputation for being extremely haunted. Over the years many witnesses claim to have heard strange things, and see things which they could not explain in and around the resort. Visitors often recount seeing spectral figures walking around the grounds. Strange voices, screams, whispering, and footsteps in the various parts of the hotel are just some things reported by guests. One of the more common stories is about a former gardener who committed suicide on the property. People report an apparition of a man wearing work clothes walking around the old swimming pool. When the resort first opened a piano formerly owned by Robert E. Lee’s wife was acquired and placed on the hotel’s third floor. To this day people hear this ghosty piano playing by itself. As we walked around the hotel we entered what must have been a grand suite. It was a large room, had an oversized tub in the bathroom, and a picture window that you could see what remains of Hot Lake. In fact a breathtaking view. As we entered the room both of us looked at each other. I was the first to speak, “Can you feel that?”
My sister looked at me and confirmed. It was like the room was electric. Chills went through my body and as I looked at my sister I could see her hair begin to stand-up on its own like some crazy Tesla machine. Then the door to the room slammed shut. I ran to the door, threw it open, and looked down the hallway. Nothing, not a single person in sight and no reasonable explanation as to why it closed.
I heard my sister scream. Running back into the room I found her on the floor completely shaken. She grabbed my arm, pulled herself up and said, “Get me the hell out of here!”
We left the hotel, jumped in the car and didn’t stop for anything or anyone until we were back at our motel in Union Oregon. Later that evening my sister had recovered enough to tell me what had happened. She said when I left an apparition came in from the bathroom area, floated straight at her and passed through her. The chill she felt was pure evil and she nearly passed out. She fell to the floor screaming.
Fast forward to 2003, and the Hot Lake Hotel was purchased by David and Lee Manual. They spent millions of dollars over the next seven years restoring the property. In 2008, the west wing of the building collapsed. As of 2010, the building now functions as a bed and breakfast, with dozens of restored rooms, a spa, restaurant, and a museum.
This Week’s Podcast:
On the program this week we take on the theme of the ghost hunter. We have stories from them and other surprises including an OTR episode from Suspense called Ghost Hunt. 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
What does church, Metallica and a retired person have in common? At first glance you might say, “Ron, those things have nothing in common that I can see?” You would be wrong. These three things were all part of a Sunday morning that I experienced.
My church, at the time, had breakfast every first Sunday of the month. I love breakfast! So, it should come as no surprise to anyone that knows me that I am down for such activity. I was sitting at a table enjoying my homemade plate of goodness when some friends came and sat down. I overhear their conversation and I learn that they have a problem. Their car has broken down and Grandma has to be home by noon. Well, I had already gone to church so I stepped up to the plate and offered to drive Granny home. They accepted my offer with much gratitude and praise. I was a hero and there were no two ways about it. That is until….well we will get to that. I took granny by the arm and we walked out to my car.
Let’s take a step back in time. I love music almost as much as I love breakfast. On the way to church that day I was listening to my phone, through bluetooth, and was playing Apple Music’s – Pink Floyd Radio. It was a bit late when I got there. I grabbed my phone, tossed it into the glove box and locked it. – Now back to granny.
We arrive at my car, I open the door for her, and even help her inside. I came around the car and slid into the driver’s seat. I start the engine, turn to her to ask where she lives, and Metallica’s tune Sandman begins to play over the car’s speakers. At a reasonable level? Oh no! It blares out the speakers like an Atom bomb. She did not react well. I would call it screaming, but I was trying to decide if it was her screams or James Hetfield’s singing. Turns out her screams were louder, but James got really close.
Well, I panicked and grabbed the keys out of the ignition. At the time I was driving a 2005 Pontiac Grand Prix. Everyone knows that when you turn the car off the radio stays on until you open the door. That’s right, all I had to do to stop this madness was to either turn the radio off or open the car door. I did neither. I opted to try and unlock the glovebox to get my phone. In doing so I dropped my keys and I challenge you to guess where they went? Right between grannies legs.
I will let that sink in for just a moment.
I was stunned, but I grabbed the keys and managed to hit the panic button on the remote. Let me summarize. Radio blaring, granny screaming, James singing, and car alarm is blaring, “honk, honk, honk”.
I won’t bore you with the rest. It was a lot of explaining, a lot of apologizing, and a very quiet trip home. I did get Granny safely to her house and on time, but I am guessing that I would not be on her list of people to call when she needs a ride.
This Week’s Podcast:
On the program this week we debut a brand new segment called Paranormal Expeditions. On the pilot episode we head to Tampa, Florida and visit The Brooksville Heritage Museum. We also feature the story Seller Of The Sky. A remarkable tale you just don’t want to miss. 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