Well this time we have a UAP story that is going to be hard to believe. It all begins with Raul Murphy who lives in Canyon, Texas. He has titled it, Never Drive Alone On Interstate 40. But, before I get to it. I really don’t understand why we now call UFOs UAPs. Unidentified Flying Objects verses Unexplained Aerial Phenomena. I guess we just got tired of the term UFOs. Here is Raul’s UAP story.

I was home when the news came. My mother was very sick and had to be taken to the hospital. My wife and I decided that I needed to go and that she would stay home with the kids. I live in Canyon, Texas and my mom is in Oklahoma City, which is about 4 hours away. I packed up, jumped into my 2007 Ford F150, and set out. For the next four hours I would be driving on Interstate 40. It is a very long, boring stretch of highway. I made the trip in record time and went directly to the hospital. For the next six hours it was touch and go, but my mom made it through surgery and I was told that she would make a full recovery. I stayed on for a few days to make sure she had the care she would need and then prepared for my trip home.

It was late Saturday afternoon when I set out. The weather was perfect, not too hot or too cold for September. I made my way back to Interstate 40 and settled in for my drive. This was in 2009 so it was before your show, but I did have an audiobook to listen to. It was western by Louis Lamar and it had my complete attention. It was a story about a gunfighter who had to live with a target on his back. Louis must have liked that theme a lot. I remember that the hero was stuck behind a water trough and doomed to die. That is when it began. 

It was getting towards night and the sun was low in the sky.  Lights came up behind me so very quickly that it caught my attention. I looked up into the rearview mirror and I saw a series of lights that spun in a counterclockwise motion. It wasn’t like anything I had seen before so I slowed down, to let him pass. I wanted to see this thing. However they just blinked out and that was followed by a sonic boom. I was startled and pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the truck and looked around. There was nothing. Then I looked up into the night sky. Floating there about 300 feet away was a dark disc shaped object. It just hung there and it made no sound at all. I was terrified. It was so close and I knew that deep down that I was in trouble. I headed back into my truck and as I grabbed the door handle my world lit up. I felt myself lift up into the air. Then nothing. Complete utter blackness.

I woke up in my truck driving. It was late and that audiobook was still playing. I had no idea where I was, what time it was, and for a long minute who I was. I pulled over and shook my head. It just so happens there was a road sign right in front of me.  It read Amarillo Texas Five miles. That is about 18 miles from Canyon, my hometown. I sat there for a few minutes and then started up the truck and dove home. Which took me about 25 minutes.

What happened? I don’t know. As near as I can figure I lost about three and half hours. I had heard stories like these before so that week I set up an appointment with my doctor. I got a complete physical and was declared in perfect health. Mentally? I am not sure I have ever recovered. I have a fear of driving alone and to this day I don’t go to mom’s place without my wife. – Raul Murphy

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we have a sci-fi double feature from the pages of the 1950’s pulp mags. Both stories should chill you a little and thrill you a little. You will just have to listen to find out. You can listen to the show 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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Our story for this time comes from New Mexico. It was sent in by Carl Alexander who lives in Santa Fe. Before we get to Carl’s story, here is a bit of background. Thomas “Black Jack” Ketchum was the only person ever hanged in Clayton, New Mexico. He was also the only man ever hanged for train robbery in the entire state, a law that was later found to be unconstitutional. But, it was a little too late for poor Black Jack.

Here is Carl’s story:

Hello Ron, I want to tell you a story about a meeting I had while camping at the Philmont Scout Ranch.  I and several other scouts were backpacking through the mountains, visiting various historic sites, including an abandoned gold mine, a ghost town, and one of Black Jack Ketchum’s outlaw hideouts.

The hideout was a large rock overhang, and we thought it would be fun to camp there for the night. However, our leader insisted that we stay at a nearby-designated site. Disappointed, several of us set our tents up several hundred feet away from the leader’s tent, hoping we would have a chance to sneak back to the hideout later that night.

About 11:00 pm, when the rest of the camp was fast asleep, five of us gathered our sleeping bags and quietly stole back to the hideout. We set up camp under the overhang and built a fire, where we sat around talking about our trip and trying to scare each other with ghost tales about Black Jack. When the fire burned down to nothing more than red coals we settled down in our sleeping bags. I drifted off to sleep thinking about Black Jack. Suddenly, I was awakened by a noise in the bushes. I felt paralyzed, unable to move, and tried to call out to the others, but my throat was all knotted up.

This next part is hard to believe, but I swear it happened.

I saw a cowboy dressed all in black come running out of the bushes toward the hideout. The man was mostly solid, but some parts of him appeared translucent. He was filthy dirty, with a tattered hat, clothes from the 1800s, and yellowed teeth. His face was very red, glistening with sweat, with lots of facial hair, and the apparition held a revolver.

The cowboy didn’t appear to see me, but I was terrified. I think it was my inability to move more than the man. I watched as a strange fog emanated from the tree line across from a small stream, and I could hear men yelling unintelligibly and then muffled gunfire. The cowboy turned and fired his revolver six times into the trees and then ran over to where I was. I could see that the cowboy was wounded in the shoulder and he discharged six shell casings, from his revolver, right on top of me. Then as I watched the casings disappear as they fell onto my sleeping bag. The cowboy then reloaded his revolver, fired additional shots into the trees, and suddenly stopped. He looked down at me. By the expression on his face it was obvious that he was stunned. The cowboy seemed to be confused and then un-cocked his pistol, looked right at me, and said, “You’re not supposed to be here.” Then he just disappeared into thin air.

Eventually, I was able to move and could go back to sleep but had to be shaken repeatedly by the others before waking in the morning. As we broke camp I told my friends about the “dream,” or whatever it was. They were amused but didn’t believe me. That is until I started to roll up my sleeping bag, and found six shell casings in the dust.

Later, after we had returned to base camp, we visited an old saloon where a photograph of Black Jack Ketchum was displayed. The man in the photograph was the same man I had seen at the hideout. When I told my friends, they brushed me off saying it was a big hoax and I never told anyone about it again, but kept the shell casings. Years later I took the shells to a gun historian who said the casings were dated from sometime around 1878 but were in almost brand new condition. What happened to me? I don’t know. I will say this. I believe that Black Jack Ketchum Lives On! – Carl Alexander

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we have a creepy tale about two magicians that face off in a battle to control a zombie that is flying a plane full of passengers. You won’t believe the outcome of this one! It is amazing! 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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Our story for the blog this time is chilling. It comes to us from Yash Devi who currently lives in New York. The story first appeared on Reddit and was sent to us via email. Yash asked me to edit it and has titled his story Scary Figure At Night!

During college I used to live alone in a bachelor unit in Mumbai, India. During exams I would study late and would often go down to the street between 2-4 am for a coffee. There was a guy on a bike who sold coffee and Dakluh. One night, nothing out of the ordinary, I went down to this coffee seller. The whole neighborhood was peaceful as usual. 

I came out of my building compound and to the right was a huge garbage dumpster. It was early in the day and I was a bit sleepy but I didn’t see anyone in the area. I was walking along the road and to the right there were two mid size cargo trucks. As I passed the first truck I saw a shadow of a woman draped in white cloth standing in between them. From where she was there was no way I would have missed her while I was coming out of the building. It was as if this thing had appeared from thin air. The lane was dimly lit but there was enough light to see facial features (i.e nose, eyes etc) but her face was completely blank. I stared at her for a few seconds. She was unmoving but then her head slowly turned right towards me. I felt a chill go through my body. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew I was in trouble.  As any normal person would do I ran away from there as fast as I could. If Usain Bolt would be next to me, I am sure I would have beaten him. I didn’t stop until I was completely out of the area. When I got to where the coffee seller was, he was missing that night. I returned back home and I never ever went for the late night refreshments ever again. 

I have always been a skeptic and never believed in the paranormal, but that is all different now. One more thing. I am absolutely certain no woman would risk standing in a city in India, at night, in any neighborhood considering the high crime rate against women. A few weeks passed and I was telling a friend about what had happened. He got a shocked look on his face and told me that he had a similar incident and saw that same figure standing motionless on the street in the very same area. I’m not sure what to call it, but I darn sure that was no woman I saw that night! – Yash Devi 

This Week’s Podcast: While searching for the story this week I ran into an obscure little website where the owner had a collection of science fiction stories that was quite unique. As I was going through the list I saw an episode of Dimension X that I have never heard of.  I was shocked and pleasantly surprised by the quality and how good the story was. So, that is our featured tale this week. It is titled The Lost Race. It tells of a master race of aliens afraid to become human. 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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This story originally appeared on Reddit in 2017.  It was sent to me by FearFierst last year. He didn’t say where he hails from or even if this happened to him. He has titled this story The Hand Under The Bed.

Back in 2003, I was 8 years old. Our family had just moved to a new country and it was our first night in the apartment my step-father had rented for us. Due to jet lag, and having already slept on the plane, I was wide awake. It was past midnight and I was in bed.

For you to understand this story better I’ll have to explain what my room was like. My bed was at the end of the room below the windows. On the other side of the room was the bedroom door. Next to that there was a walk-in closet. Both doors of the closet had mirrors on them. They were pretty big. I’d say they covered 75% of the doors. This meant I could see my own reflection when I was on my bed.

As I laid there, waiting to fall asleep, I felt something like a big hand violently grab my leg and pull me out of bed. As soon as this happened I began screaming and held onto the headboard so as not to get completely pulled away. As this was going on my brother, who was also awake, came running. He tried opening my bedroom door but couldn’t get in. In our house there is a rule – NEVER lock any door. So, it was unlocked, but for some reason he just couldn’t open it. He yelled out to my mother and father. While they were getting up I was still struggling and holding onto the headboard. I looked back to the mirror and I saw the reflection of myself on the closet doors. There was a huge black arm coming from under my bed grabbing my leg and pulling me. As soon as I saw it I screamed even louder. 

When my parents finally reached the door to my room, they were able to open it. As the door opened the hand let go and slid under the bed. They turned on the lights and asked me what was going on. I told them what went down, but obviously it was swept aside as a bad dream. Even though I was wide awake. 

After this I grabbed my mattress and put it on the floor. I was not going to sleep on beds that had spaces under them ever again. One last thing. My brother believed me because I showed him the bed frame. There were 3 scratch marks on the side where the arm had come out. Mind you, the bed was new. My dad had them set up the night we arrived.  – FearFierst 

Okay this story is quite terrifying. It appears that ghosts and shadows can actually earn their reputation of being downright scary. Thank you for sharing your story with us. Truly one of a kind. Fearfiest has made the drawing of his encounter that is attached to this post.

This Week’s Podcast: On the program this week we feature more stories from you and a OTR classic western from the series Gunsmoke. The story takes place in Dodge City, Kansas, during the settlement of the American West.  Matt unjustly puts a soldier in clink and that leads to trouble with his commanding officer. It is titled The Soldier and it first aired in April of 1953. 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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Our story was sent into the show by Ray Owens who lives in the great state of Pennsylvania. Home of the Steelworker and appearly ghosts. Here is the story Ray has titled My Haunted House.

My wife and I live in an old Victorian style house in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I’m not really sure when it was built but it was at least in the late 1800s. When we first moved in everything was peachy. We get up in the morning, have our coffee, get to work on restoring the house, then call it a day, and move on. We bought the house originally because we fell in love with the design and we knew that it just had to be restored to its original glory. We were newly retired and we had the time and the gumption to get’er done.

It was after the third year that things started to go strange. One morning I got up and I was standing in my bathroom. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought for sure it was my wife and I turned to find nothing. At the same time my wife was down in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She said that she was sure that I walked into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator, opened it up, took something out, and vanished. Of course as I already stated I was upstairs in the bathroom being touched on the shoulder.

One of the more strange events we had was when one night we woke up to a “Yelp”, no other way to describe it, and a voice telling us that we had left the on heat downstairs. Well, the house has central heating and so therefore it doesn’t matter where you leave the heat on it just maintains temperature so the comment made no sense. The next morning we got up, went downstairs, and found a burn spot on the floor. It was a perfect circle and the first thing my wife said was that it must be an indoor crop circle. It is still there today for anyone that cares to see it.

One afternoon we were taking care of our granddaughter when I heard some giggling coming from the living room. Thinking that my wife was playing with our granddaughter I went to see what was going on. As I came into the room my wife also came in from the side door. We found our granddaughter rolling on the floor laughing and giggling away. When we asked her who she was playing with she responded with the nice old lady with the white hair.

Benjamin, Benji for short, is our Labrador. We often find him in the living room staring at an old rocker that came with the house. Sometimes the chair rocks all by itself.  Benji just stares at that old rocker for hours at a time. He will curl up at the foot of it and sleep. My wife said that one afternoon she came into the room and saw Benji’s fur moving like someone was petting him. She grabbed her phone to capture it, but it stopped before she could get set up.

All of the hunting’s with this house seem pretty benign and we have never ever felt any kind of malevolent behavior. I have done a lot of research on the house and I can’t find anything that would indicate that someone had even died in this place. My guess is that a former owner just doesn’t want to leave. – Ray Owens 

I love ghost stories like this one. They are what I think ghost stories should be all about. Ghosts get so much bad publicity that it is nice to hear about one that is just strange. Thank you Ray!

This Week’s Podcast: Our featured story this week comes from the OTR series Richard Diamond Private Detective. In this episode Diamond is hired by a plumber for reasons that Mr. Walker won’t really won’t get into. Diamond takes the case, and the next thing that happens is murder. It is titled Mr. Walker’s Problem and it first aired on April 28, 1952. 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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