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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