From The Forest: Goblin Sacrifice, Flying Orbs & Alternate Dimensions | 450

This episode is brought to you by my newest supporters, Martin, Gwen and Dave. Thanks for making the show possible. Tonight, I'll be exploring more mysterious goings on in the forest as I discuss odd creatures, encounters with fayfolk, bizarre lights in the night sky, and even possible portals in the wilderness. So please sit back and join me as we enter the strange and fascinating world of the unexplained. I'm your host, Nick Ryan, and this is paranormal Mysterys. The first time it happened, I was sleeping and woke up because. I felt a hand on my leg and I realized that I couldn't move. And he come across this object on the ground, which was the shape of a flying saucer. So he jumped out of is pick up and went down there, and there was four beings laying on the ground. When I raised my head back up, I was turning my head and out of my peripheral vision I seen something hot to a tree and it was tall, about seven eight foot tall. It was black, real hairy, like a gorilla. Tonight's experiences come to us from a variety of sources, and these first few stories were featured on a top ten website due to their bizarre nature. Now, this particular site didn't provide sources for all of the experiences it listed, which makes verifying the reports difficult. But because the details are so similar to other reports that I have been able to verify, I decided to include them, and as always I've added links to all of my sources in the show notes below. Let's begin. This first experience is entitled the Cackling of Witches. The eyewitness says I went camping in Big Sur, California with one of my best friends. It was off season and a Sunday night, so the place was practically empty. We picked a campsite about a half mile walk from the ocean. It was in a huge open field surrounded by a lush forest. In the background were limestone mountains, and you could hear the crashing of the ocean's waves. It was very epic. We spend the night around a campfire, telling stories and eating. We're also both pretty experienced backpackers. We are very diligent in ensuring that we do not leave any trace of food by our site, and almost everything other than our essentials goes in the bear bag or box. I have a dog with me too. She's eighty a so she's allowed on the site. She's leashed around one of the few trees in the field on a long metal leash and full harness. It's a full moon out and it was pouring beautiful blue light across the field. It was absolutely pristine and breath taking. At around one a m. Something spooks my dog. Now she's used to the woods, and she has an incredibly calm demeanor, but I mean she's flipping out and tugging hard on the leash like she is desperate to escape, and she actually does. She pulls so hard that her harness snaps and she goes bolting across the field and into the wilderness. At this point, I lose my cool. I drop everything and bolt after her. I'm not thinking straight running into the woods at night, but my only concern was getting to her, even if it meant risking my own safety. Eventually, I rescue her, and I find her curled up in a random clearing in the woods, looking ashamed and terrified. Thank god she ran in a straight line, otherwise I would have been totally lost. I walk back carrying her, and my heart is pounding furiously at the horror of the idea of her being lost in the wilderness forever. The thought, even now is still unbearable. I can feel her heart pounding in my arms as well. She's still terrified. At this point, I'm no longer in a great mood. We all had to bed in my tent, but my dog won't lay down. She refuses. Her ears are up, and she's staring intensely at the tent wall as if she could see through it, and she seems to be tracking something. It takes a while for my nerves to calm down from my chase earlier. I'm working hard at taking deep breaths and reminding myself that I'm prepared for anything that I could encounter. That my dog is simply spooked from, maybe a raccoon, maybe she's just exhausted and acting up. But then I hear it cackling, like a high pitched laughter that is full of a disgusting type of joy, and it's coming from outside my tent. Forget deep breathing. My senses go on high alert. My body tenses up so tightly that it's like I'm about to break in half. I can't even breathe, and then I hear even more cackling, like a group of witches. We're doing something evil just yards away. It fills my hearing laughing and laughing and more laughing. It's loud, and it just sounds so wrong. I can't even bring myself to move to look at my friend. It's like my entire body has given up. The laughs are then followed up by blood curdling screams. It honestly sounded like someone was being murdered. It was full of panic, horror, and sadness. Now it could have been wolves or coyotes killing their prey, but it sounded too distinctly human. The laughter, the sobbing, and the screams. Finally, my friend says something, what, what the hell? I even begin to laugh a little because the situation is so intense and wild, I had no idea how else to react. I can't handle this, I say, and I suggest we bolt for the car. However, it's a mile away, so we decide to just stay. We just listen to the laughter and screaming until it eventually fades away. However, even when it's over, I didn't bother going back to bed. After reading this report, I did some research on Big Sur in the surrounding area, and as of early twenty twenty five, it's believed that there are only fifty wolves in the entire state of California. Yeah, that's five zero, and in Big Sur specifically, there are no known wolf packs. That being said, though, there is a healthy coyote population in the area, which could account for these hair raising screams or crying sounds that the witness described, which, to their credit, they offered as a possible explanation. After all, many times coyotes are misinterpreted as something more sinister by folks that aren't familiar with the local fauna. But does this explanation still carry the same weight when we're talking about an experiencer that is more than five familiar with the outdoors and the wildlife. Perhaps, but unless you're out there experiencing it for yourself, it's impossible to truly know what's actually out there. Our next experience is called a perfect circle. The witness says, I was backpacking in the Bare Tooth Wilderness in the early two thousands with a good friend of mine. Three days into the hike, we had only seen one other couple. On the third night, at about four a m. We were awoken in our tent to what sounded like screams in the forest, big guttural screams. Obviously, we were freaked out sitting in the tent and not knowing what was out there. Then we started hearing what sounded like hail for about fifteen minutes, followed by heavy footsteps near our camp. My friend and I started yelling and making tons of noise, and the commotion outside the tent slowly came to a halt. In the morning, after not sleeping at all, we unzipped the tent to find the creepiest scene. All around the tent were literally thousands of little pebbles that were not there the evening before, also surrounding the tent in a near perfect circle, where twenty or so one hundred and fifty to three hundred pound boulders. Well. My friend and I hopped out of there, making a three day hike into one and practically running the entire way back to the car. This next experience is called lights in the Sky. My family and I were camping on a lake in central Texas on a week with very few people around. Our spot was on the edge of the camp next to the woods, and it was very close to the edge of the lake. We were playing pictionary by the campfire the first night that we were there when I saw a light go by over the lake. I didn't think much of it, and I was still focusing on the game when another one went by at the same speed, following the same line. At that point, I felt a little bit strange, but still wasn't too worried about it. After that, though, another one went by and I pointed it out, and my dad said that he noticed it as well. So we walked out past the campfire and the campground lights to get a better view of what these things were. They continued to fly by over the lake, going the same speed and staying the exact same distance from each other. They were reddish yellow orbs, and there was no sound coming from them. At this point, my whole family was watching in awe and disbelief. After about fifteen of these things go by, the last one was chased by a white ball of light that was much closer than the rest. We didn't talk about it much after we discussed what it might be, but when we got back home from our trip, my mom looked it up and saw that people in a town a few miles from our camp site reported seeing the same exact thing, and it was exactly the way that we saw it. I found this next report on the website Mysteries of Canada by author Hammerson Peters. Peters says that this experience was shared with him by one of his subscribers named Joe Matheson. Matheson emailed this story to Peters in twenty twenty three, and he told him that it was one of the most memorable and terrifying experiences of his entire life. This story involves the death of an animal and it may be inappropriate for some listeners, and discretion is advised. This experience is entitled the Leprechauns of Vancouver Island. Let me start at the beginning and give you a general layout of what I went through. This happened in the middle of a stormy, rainy night in the mid eighties on the acreage I lived at on East Sook Road on Vancouver Island. I was an electrical apprentice at that time, putting myself through trade school, and I was living with a beautiful Native girl named Melody and her two children. We were both only twenty At the time, it was the middle of the night. It was dark, and it was storming, raining with thunder and lightning all night long. I don't know what initially woke me up, but I do remember sitting up in the bed in the living room looking out the window in the garden, and the yard was lit up with a motion light in the rain, and holy smokes, if you've ever had a sight that would turn your hair white, this would have been at around ten feet from the windows. Moving from right to left was a group of between four and five goblin type beardless men around three and a half feet tall, very skinny, slightly exaggerated, oversized, narrow faces with large ears, large noses, and strange eyes. They were wearing these really plain, simple clothes like I remember Robin Hood and his merry Men would have been wearing in those nineteen fifties movies. They almost looked like they were made of felt, and they were only shades of green and brown. All of them were wearing these silly triangular hats that were shaped like a newspaper boat that you would fold for children. There were no weapons or tools or anything, just the snug fitting clothes and what was silly, but I'm positive about it was that they were wearing these silly sock like booties with pointed toes that curled up. I'm embarrassed to even describe that part, but that's what they were wearing. One detail that I strongly remember was that they were not obeying the laws of physics. They were walking a little too slowly, and they were leaning a little too far forward to look natural. But here's the part to turn your hair white. There was kind of a dominant alpha character slightly in the lead, even though they were in a tight group walking toward the creek. The alpha one turned and I swear he made eye contact with me, and he smiled, and he gave me the most untrustworthy, I know a secret that you don't know type of look that made me actually jump. Author Hammerson Peters then says that Joe described how he proceeded to shake his girlfriend awake, telling her that there were leprechauns outside. However, by the time a discombobulated Melody got around to looking up the window, the little people had melted into the darkness. On her advice, Joe tried to go back to sleep, attempting to chalk his experience up to a strange dream. Try as he might, However, he could not shake the feeling that his experience was legitimate anyway. Joe continued, after a couple of minutes, when maybe a tiny se liver of my mind was beginning to accept that it could have been maybe some type of imaginary hallucination, I hear the most blood curdling scream I've ever heard in my entire life, coming from the horse corral, which was in the direction that those things had been walking. Joe would go on to explain that there were two horses in the barn at that time. One of them was a quarter Arab horse named Rosebud that belonged to Melody. The other one was a pregnant Clydesdale cross and its name was Misty or Smokey, who belonged to Sherry and Joe, a young couple that lived in a suite at the back of the house. At this point, Joe frantically puts on his gum boots, grabbed a flashlight, and headed outside into the downpour. He was then joined by Sherry, similarly bedecked in rein gear, who had also decided to investigate the commotion. The agitated horse proved to be Sherry's pregnant Misty, whom they found kicking and snorting in the barn, illuminated by the amber glow of a sodium vapor lamp. As Joe and Sherry tried to determine the cause of Misty's irritation, the corral door burst open and instrode their assertive neighbor, mister Bell I rate rainwater dripping from his cowboy hat and denim jacket, and demanding to know what the commotion was all about. When Sherry explained that her horse was pregnant and suspected that she might be giving birth, mister Bell inspected her and eventually determined that she was far from being due. Joe then goes on to say, so we stood around and chatted in the dark, with the wind and rain blowing around us outside, until mister Bell left and Misty had calmed down. However, as Sherry and I left the barn, we spotted something lit up by the sodium lamp. It was this tiny, pure white newborn male, lying dead and drowned in the only puddle in the corral. Sherry screamed and cried. It was a horrible moment. We were so confused because there was absolutely no way that that foal could have gotten out of the barn, no way other than being lifted and carried. Determined to make sense of his strange experience, Joe began to research the legend of the Leprechaun and discovered that, according to the Druidic traditions of the ancient Celts, pure white male newborn livestock were regarded as perfect sacrificial material. He also unearthed an old tradition which holds that sightings of little folk are omens portending the death of livestock and the failure of crops. Further research, Joe concluded, shows that they love running water, they love the dark, and they love horses. Now this account fascinates and confuses me. After all, I love hearing experiences that involve faifolk. But I'm a bit bewildered as to how all three individuals, Sherry, Joe, and this mister Bell person all overlook the fact that the horse had apparently given birth only moments earlier. In my experience, there would be no shortage of evidence that a birth had taken place, And Joe says that mister Bell even inspected the horse and claimed that she wasn't due yet. Perhaps, though I'm trying to add logic to a situation that doesn't conform to the normal laws of physics or biology, is it conceivable that these goblins or whatever they were, used some sort of magic for lack of a better term, to remove the full from its mother, thus bypassing the usual side effects of birth. To be honest, I have no idea and I can't even begin to explain it. But if anyone listening has knowledge on the subject, I would love to hear your opinions. I found these next experiences being discussed in an article on Mysterious Universe called Strange Portals and Reality Shifts in the Wilderness, and the first experiencer had this to say. So, I have never posted here. I consider myself a pretty rational person. Personally, I'm an atheist and I don't really do spirituality. But in my mid teens I had an experience that still makes me scratch my head. My family and I grew up in southwest Montana, near a major river. There, our valley was known as a place the local indigenous tribes had a lot of reverence for. The rumor was that the area we lived near the river was a place regularly used for vision quests, et cetera. I don't know if this is actually true. I just think that perhaps there's a connection. This is the actual event. My older sister and I were walking through the woods on an island formed where the river forked and then joined back together. The island is roughly half a mile long, so quite large, with overgrown cottonwood forest on it. It's very peaceful and meditative. I spent much of my childhood scampering all over it. I never had any strange experiences. It's just a very soothing and wonderful place. This particular day, however, was somewhat different. The weather was perfectly beautiful, golden sunshine filtering through the trees. We were calmly looking through the woods when I felt what I can only describe as a figurative tug in the center of my chest. It felt like a fishing line was hooked into my heart, and I had little choice but to walk in the direction I felt it was leading me. At this time in my life, I was far more open to spiritual or supernatural experiences, so I know I was far more likely to believe what I was feeling. My sister then noticed the change in my focus and behavior, and she asked if I was okay. It was as if I could not speak or think, only follow this feeling in my chest. My sister knew that something was up, and she followed along. I kept following this feeling, this tug, into the cottonwoods, where the trees were closer together. The feeling was so odd, I felt completely captivated. I did not want to feel or follow anything else. As we went further along, I felt that whatever this was was leading towards an opening between two trees that had grown and arched together over a dry stream bed. I know its typical, a natural doorway, but as I walked closer, this feeling of joy, all just happiness grew and grew. As my sister and I stepped through the trees to this dry creek bed, clearing, the tug stopped instead. It was as if light itself became more real, golden, rich, as if you could now touch and feel it. Outside noise faded away, and I felt as if time had stopped. It was the same forest, and yet completely not the same. As she and I are standing there, silent and soaking it in I see something black, two foot tall, dash across the clearing. Now, either this thing came from behind one tree and then disappeared behind another, but I'll be damned if it didn't look like it came from under one tree and then dove under another. Either way, I only got the quickest look. But I had never seen anything like it in these woods before or after. Shortly after this, both my sister and I noticed that this feeling, this changed the world around us faded away. In a few seconds. It was clear that we were standing in the same forest as before, nothing different from the last hundred times that we had walked there. We then walked home in silence, as we both had felt something profound before I continue. Please consider showing your support by subscribing, sharing, and given the podcast a positive review. You can also visit me on Patreon, buy me a coffee or PayPal and make a donation, or become a member starting at just a dollar a month. You can even join my Patreon membership for free and get access to all of my future updates. And of course, just listening to the show is the best support of all, and I'm grateful to have you here. Now, Please stay tuned and I'll be right back. After these brief messages from the same article, it comes another bizarre report, this time involving some sort of time slip. The witness says that he was eight years old at the time and he was out with his older brother, who was eleven. They were out on a particular trail right next to a campground that went around a small lake in a perfect circle with no offshoots or branching trails, which they went out along to go fishing. On the other side of the campground was what he calls a wilderness trail that they had never used and which was off limits on this day. They went out fishing as they had many times before, but things would soon become unfamiliar and terrifying, and the witness says this. The lake was in a deep gully with high ridge lines that surrounded it, so going off the trail was nearly impossible. It was small, and our parents allowed us to use the trail to go fishing, of which we had done all week. The wilderness trail was about one hundred yards away from the entrance of our loop and on the opposite side of the campground, so we went fishing and after taking this same trip many times before. It started getting dark and we headed back to the campground. We ended up getting lost for the remainder of the night. However, we never went off trail, and at first light we appeared at the entrance of the Wilderness Trail one hundred yards away. At this point, our parents were flipping out and the entire county had been searching for us, and neither of us remembered anything other than walking up to the trailhead in near dark. But we had lost time because to us it had never gotten completely one hundred percent dark, and it felt like dusk the entire time we were lost and trying to find our way back. It only felt like a couple of hours, but it was dawn when we were found. We estimated that we were gone for maybe ten or eleven hours. My brother claims to remember some details, like falling down a cliff, running from someone, or something literally dragging me as he ran through cobb et cetera. Ever since, he's had bad dreams of bright lights in the woods, a cave, shivering, rushing loud water, or even engine sounds, et cetera. I, however, have never had any memories from it. We were camping at Deem Wilderness area and there was a well known cave a few miles away. We recently went back to the area to go fishing together and decided to take a look around where we were at the campground almost thirty years later. We then realized it would have been nearly impossible for us to end up on the other trail, as the cliffs and ravines were just too high. There was too much distance between the two trails, and we would have had to make it through impossible odds to end up back at the entrance to the opposite trail and walking in thick, untouched forest. Before concluding tonight's journey into the forest, I'd like to share one last account that I think you'll enjoy. This experience occurred in non nineteen sixty eight in the Canadian Northwest Territories and was brought to my attention through an article that was entitled a bizarre case of a Doorway to another world in the Wilderness. The article says this, in the summer of nineteen sixty eight, a miner called Alex M was prospecting in the Canadian Northwest Territories along with his partner V No h and they were working for a Vancouver based mining company. They were out scouting for mineral ore deposits in some pretty remote and rough terrain, and they spent two and a half months on this endeavor without finding anything of importance. The last day of the trip, however, they discovered something buried in the wilderness, and this would only be the beginning to a bizarre series of events. While peering over the side of a cliff, they noticed an odd gouge in the earth below with a flat gully at its bottom measuring fifty feet by four feet, which also had two large rounded boulders at the top and seemed to be strewn with some oddly shaped rocks and boulders covered in moss, as well as featuring a tubular fog bank that just sort of hovered there, unmoving and silent. It was so strange that they decided to take a closer look and explore this extraordinary site. On closer inspection, they could see that the larger rocks were banana shaped and about three feet long, and they seemed to be composed of smaller, silvery rocks that were translucent and similar to looking at frog's eggs. They then collected several of these smaller rocks, which were reportedly as smooth as glass and about the size of a potato, and neither of them could identify what sort of mineral it could possibly be. They also found numerous rounded, teardrop shaped pieces of smelted rock that looked like glass, as well as slag that seemed to have been produced by artificial mining activity, although none was scheduled to be in that area at that time. As they puzzled over this weird discovery, the bank of fog hung in their background, swirling and churning slightly, but still immobile and emanating a rather ominous feeling that made both the men nervous. Making it all the more surreal was a very large, uprooted tree that was lying on its side next to the mist. It had extensive roots that were jutting out in all directions, and which they both deemed to be too large to have come from the rocky gorge that they were in. But how it got there they had not the slightest idea. It was then that Alex crept closer to the pulsing bank of fog and trying to peer into it, but couldn't see anything. Beyond the veil of mist. The only thing that he felt fairly certain of was that there was no drops or shafts in the rocks along its bottom, and he felt himself being drawn towards the cloud. An irresistible urge to know what was on the other side overcame him, and he felt compelled to take a few wary, experimental steps within past the veil. As soon as he did, a very strange thing happened, and he would later explain this in a letter to his brother Bill as follows. Approximately two steps into the mist, I saw a grassy field. For as far as my vision was capable of seeing at that time, the grass was about one foot tall at that point. The more I advanced through the grass, the higher the grass became. There was a wind blowing from the grass away from me. On entering the mist, my vision was limited to my left and right. I advanced until the grass, which was brown colored, was approximately three feet tall. Then I decided to retreat, which I did. I cannot remember what the sky looked like, but gray colored seems correct. I decided to go back into the mist, and caution myself not to walk into the grass. I went as far as I did the first time, and things were the same. As I advanced, the grass got taller, approximately four feet now, and my vision left and right got wider. Far off to my right there was an oasis with medium sized trees in a circle, with two palm trees growing in the center of that circle. At that point, I had had enough. At that time, my mind went completely blank, except for one little piece of my brain that was fighting the takeover of my brain. Next, I was on my hands and knees with my brain powers intact, and I got out of there in record time. At this point, he was very unsettled and shaken, and he felt utterly exhausted and drained, Unable to even stand up. He crouched there out of breath, wondering what he had just experienced and if it had even been real at all. He would later say that he had felt menaced by the mysterious grass that he had seen, set upon by an uneasy dread that told him it would have been dangerous to enter, although he did not know why he felt this way. Then he saw something that made it all even otter. Still, His brother would claim years later that Alex told him about this in a phone conversation and explains what happened in his report to the Center for Ufo Studies also known as Soufas, and he explains what his brother told him. He looked up at the mist and he saw two men looking at him. They were standing side by side at the edge of the fog and about three feet off the ground. They appeared to be six feet tall or even more. They had long hair and long beards that were salt and pepper colored. They appeared to be forty or so years old. They looked Caucasian, having facial features like ours, but he could not see any eyeballs. They looked as if they were identical twins. They were wearing pale colored pants and robes that extended down midway between the knee and ankle, and they had belts around their middle, and they were both wearing sandals. For a moment, he looked back down at the ground and then back up at the two men in the mist, and now one was off to one side in the mist and behind the front man. The man in the front was still standing, while the man in the back seemed to be sitting on a chair that was not there. And it was a lot more difficult to see him in the mist. The man in the back reminded him of the statue called the Thinker. Neither of them said anything, they only watched him. Alex said that at this point he was feeling quite shaken, and he decided to go back to camp. Alex would apparently decide not to tell his partner nor anyone back at their camp what he had experienced in the fog, keeping the story to himself for years and long debating with himself over whether to go back and try to find what he called a doorway. For decades. He never told a soul about any of it, but he did send a description of the bizarre rocks to a geologist called doctor Sinclair, who purportedly was baffled as to what sort of rocks they could possibly be. Alex finally told the strange tale to his brother Bill, and it was Bill who would, finally, after years of turning it over in his head, decide to report it to the Center for UFO Studies in twenty ten. There is no mention made of whether anyone ever did try to go back to that site, and Bill remains very vague about the exact location of this place and its quote unquote Doorway. I hope you enjoyed tonight's edition of From the Forest, and if you've experienced something unexplainable in the great outdoors, I would truly love to hear about it. And of course you can find all my contact information in the show notes as well as that Paranormal Mysteries podcast dot com. Until next time, thank you again for being here, and I hope you'll join me for my next episode as we continue our journey into the unexplained right here on Paranormal Mysteries. The