All right, all right. Welcome back to the Dixie cryptid YouTube channel and the what if it's true podcast?

I know it's been a few weeks since I've put up a video. If the end I'll explain to you

what's been going on, but I appreciate all the people checking on me through emails and Facebook messages.

Haven't been able to answer them all, but anyway, I'll explain it here a little bit, but I've got an email here.

I've actually got two emails and I'm going to share with you. I think they're really good and I hope you enjoy them.

The first one, well, the woman doesn't say whether to use her name, you know the story on that, but here's what she writes.

When I was in my 20s, we would drag on McHenry and Jay Street in Modesto, California.

That's the town that American graffiti is based on. I know where were you in 1962, right?

Well, I was 10 years old so that story wasn't about me.

But even in my teens and early adulthood, my friends and I dragged McHenry and Jay Street tonight street

and then we turned around and go back up Jay Street to McHenry Boulevard and then to bring more road and then back down.

We'd race our friends and show off our cars, and then we'd sit somewhere on the boulevard and we'd drink and shoot the breeze.

One night my boyfriend, Dan and I, and his twin brother, Donnie, along with Donnie's girlfriend, and my brother, Jerry, and his girlfriend, we were all crammed in Dan's 55 Chevy.

Well, we were bored so we decided to go for a ride and we ended up going above Sonora into the heavily forested mountains.

We stopped in Sonora to grab a burger and then we got back on the road.

We were talking and drinking and having a good time and we weren't paying much attention to how far we were getting into the mountains.

The men in the vehicle were drinking more than the women were except the driver, Dan had a drink, but he wasn't drunk.

It wasn't long before we had to stop again so they could pay rent on their beer.

We found a dirt road to pull on too so they could get out and run in the woods and do their thing, and we weren't far off the highway, but we were far enough to allow some privacy.

All three guys, they were over six feet tall and they weighed between 180 and 200 pounds each.

They liked to brag that they weren't afraid of anything.

They hadn't been in the woods for long when we heard the scariest scream I have ever heard in my life.

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