The X Letters EP 2 - We do what we can

0:18 Hey, everybody, Welcome back to the X Letters. These are leftover emails from the Kentucky X Files podcast and we'll be reading them on here. So far, i've been able to get one or two out at a time, and I'm just gonna upload these, probably in bulk, just so you can binge them, and then we'll go from there. I'm yeah, so like I said, like I said on the last one, I'm still really rusty at this. It's been a year since I've been on a podcast, Mike, So. Here we go. Let's dive in. Uh. The next email I have on my list here is from February eleventh, twenty twenty four, from a man named Blake in Arkansas, which still is spelled like ar Kansas.

1:10 I just can never get over that. I'm sorry, all right, Dear Denny. I'm not one for tall tales, but I've hunted these woods since I was old enough to carry a rifle, and I know the difference between black bear and what we saw. This happened last November. Me and my cousin Tyler were out for the weekend hunt in the o Wood Owi cheetahs och Ochina. I don't know how to say that I am so sorry. We camped a couple miles off of the old logging road, close to the ridgeline that overlooked a creek bottom. That's a that's thick woods out there, oak pine, some hickory. It's good cover for good deer. We'd been out all day with no luck.

1:51 Just before dusk we started heading back to camp. Uh that's when we both got that feeling, you know, the one like someone behind you. The woods went quiet. The woods went quiet. Where's that? I just lost my place, Like someone's behind you. The woods went quiet. No birds, no wind, no nothing, just the crunch of our boots. Well, we hear that a lot, and some of you know some of the stories right as everything goes silent, you know, the pressure, the presence or whatever. Anyway, we were about one hundred yards from camp when we heard something move and it was big. I'm talking branches snapping, not twigs. Tyler raised his rifle and froze. He whispered, did you see that? I looked ahead and saw it. There, just beyond the fire pit was something standing behind a pine tree, not crouched, not moving, just standing. The tree was probably ten inches across. Whatever it was still had mass on both sides of it.

2:53 It was covered in dark brown fur. The arms were too long, the shoulders were too wide. The head cone the head was cone shaped like an apse. And those damn eyes. They were amber colored and reflective when it blinked, Oh I'm sorry. Then it blinked and stepped back and vanished into the woods. We didn't move, we didn't speak. We literally just stood there. We just listened. I think we stood there for a solid five minutes. Then we heard it again, this time circling to the left, but it was deeper in the brush. We slowly backed out, rifles up, and every hair on my body was standing straight up. We finally had made it to camp, packed our gear and under ten minutes and we hiked out with our lights off. I don't think either of us even breathed until we hit the truck. Here's the thing.

3:48 I went back the next morning by myself. I found where it stood, and there were impressions in the ground, not footprints, not clear, but heavy enough to crush the pine needles and moss. Deep down. There was a path of them. I followed them for about thirty yards and they just stopped. There was no broken branches, no scat, just nothing. It was like it stepped out of the world. I didn't see it again, but I've heard it since. The wood knocks, the long low howls after dark, and one night there was rocks thrown from at the cabin from the tree line. I kept this quiet, but I know I'm not the only one. There's stories around here that don't make the papers, stories about eyes in the woods, voices that mimic your own. I've heard them, and I've seen the aftermath. Some people think that it's Bigfoot. Other people think it's just a myth, a big ape.

4:49 But I'll tell you what I don't think. So. I think it's older than that, and it's smarter too, Like it watches us to see how close we're getting. It knows who believes and who laughs, and it picks out the It picks who gets to leave based on that. But I saw it, guys, I saw it, and it saw me. I'll never go back to that ridge again. So if you're ever out this way, stay out of that place, especially after dark. Blake, Wow, that's a that's pretty wild. I've definitely heard of being watched before by him and actually catching them watching so I don't know.

5:31 That's uh, it's hard to say on that one. I mean, yeah, I'm a little I'm about a year you know out, and I haven't even dove into this topic since I wanted a nice, long, clean break. But I remember stories about people seeing them, you know, and then trying to you know, later, trying to follow the trail, and the trail just breaks. There's no there's nothing, it goes cold. So I don't know, Blake. If if you ever get a chance to hear this, and I would love to hear more, you know, if you've been back to it, if you've seen anything or heard anything, or even you know, if you hear any other stories that you want to share, I'd love to hear them, and we'd love to read them out.

6:18 Let's go here. Here's another one from. This one's actually a bit older. I don't really know how this one went under the radar, but this is April fourth, from twenty twenty three. And yeah, anyway, let's see here. It looks like they did not leave me a name, but it says here, dear guys, have you ever heard something scream like a train whistle in the middle of the night and just dear guys, Have you ever heard something scream like a train whistle in the night and you know just to your bones that it wasn't made by anything from this world? Well that's what I heard three nights ago. I ain't one to go flapping my mouth about things I don't understand.

7:13 Fuck start over, start over, right here, edit right here. Dear guys, you ever hear something scream like a train whistle in the dead of night and you just know in your bones that it wasn't made for this world? Well that's what I heard three nights ago. Now, I ain't want to go flapping my mouth about things I don't understand. Folks around here keep stuff quiet like this. We've seen things, we've heard things, but we don't talk unless we have to. Not because we're scared, though maybe we probably are, but because around here, when you speak something out loud, we think it listens. I lived just outside a point pleasant I was born and raised. My daddy worked the barks all barges. I said that wrong, sorry, folks.

8:05 My mama cleaned cabins out by the river. I got a little place up on a ridge that overlooks Ohio. It ain't much, but it's home. That night, the fog rolled out early thicke as soup. You couldn't see the porch railing from the steps. I was sitting out there smoking, listening to the frogs when the air changed, still heavy. Even the crickets went quiet. It's always the thing is, then everything goes quiet, so it's almost as if all the animals know before we do. Anyway, Sorry, it's okay. You know. One more thing. It is really hard for me to read these and not chime in, guys, so you get the bear with me a little bit. I'm sorry if I'm being annoying.

8:48 Then I heard it, a long, high pitched screech, like metal twisting, but deeper wrong. It echoed through the hills like it was looking for someone. Now. My dog June ran under the truck and wouldn't come out. Well. I saw the eyes. They were red as break lights. They were about twenty feet off the ground, just floating there in the mists, staring right at me. I stood up, heart stammering, and those eyes dipped low, like whatever they belonged to had dropped to the ground. I didn't hear it move, no footsteps. I didn't sleep at night next morning, I hiked down to the river to make sense of it.

9:30 The fog was gone, the sky was clear, but I found something strange by the bank. All the trees along the edge were bent like, bowed inward towards the water. Birds didn't want to go near it. I tossed a rock in and not a single ripple came back. That just ain't right, guys. Now. Later that week, a buddy of mine said he saw something gliding over a route sixty two. He said it had wings, huge ones and wasn't flapping, just sailing through the air like making us sound. I didn't even have to tell him what I thought it was. He just nodded and said, I think he's back. Well, we don't say the name around here, not those of us who really believe, because if you say it out loud, you never know if he'll show up. Uh, the one they talk about from sixty seven. Folks say he's tied to a tragedy, shows up just before something bad happens.

10:24 And the way the. Birds go quiet every now and again, I think something is coming. I'm writing this because I usually can't sleep. I just keep waking up to the same sound. I don't know if I'm dreaming it or not. I guess I sound crazy, but it's the truth. If this gets read on the show, just let everybody know to be very careful. Well, oh, that's that's a very interesting I mean, that sounds like Mathman, right, that sounds like the old Mothman thing. Okay, so yeah, he said Point Pleasant. So I guess it is the mock Man, right. I mean, wow, that's crazy. And all the time we talked and we were so interested in the mock Man. At one point we had wanted to take a trip to Point Pleasant and just spend the day talking to people and recording.

11:15 You know, that would have been crazy. But yeah, I don't know, folks, that's pretty wild. Well crap, I would definitely scare the absolute shit out of me. But uh yeah. Anyway, So I guess I will see you on the next one. I'm gonna go ahead and end this one, and guys, let me know what you think. If you want to keep going, leave me some comments, leave me some emails, Just let me know, all right, So take care. Of each other out there. I'll see you on the next one.

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