Day: April 15, 2025

The night was dark
the woods were
unnaturally quiet
I knew my love
was coming for me.

I wanted and
didn’t want this
night because of
the price I had
to pay.

I heard her howls
coming closer
and closer, and
my heart beat
faster and faster
as I began to
really think about
the cost and
could I go through
with it, the
sacrifice I’d have
to make.

But when I saw
her coming to
me out of the
darkness, all my
reservations melted
at the sight of her.

She howled at me
lovingly, and I
steadied my breath
pulled out my
pistol and shot
three silver
bullets into her
and almost shot
myself to death
afterwards feeling
like I couldn’t
live with what
I had done.

Though I wanted her,
though I needed her,
though I loved her,
I just couldn’t
let her go on
killing people,
especially
after that
10-year-old girl
she slaughtered.

I stood with my
pistol smoking,
tears falling,
and I knew I’d
have to turn
myself in
to the police
and confess
to killing
my wife and
spend the rest of
my life in prison
because nobody
would ever
believe my wife,
an esteemed doctor,
could in any way
be a mythical monster.

But then I decided
to tell the truth
and be thought
insane, so I could
be put in a hospital
for the insane
instead of the
insane conditions
of a prison.

Bob Boyd

Many go missing in National Parks. David Paulides, author of the Missing 411 books, when once asked about how many missing people in National Parks he investigates yearly, he replied:

“We probably research several hundred people per year.”

One moment someone is in sight, like hikers hiking in a line and the last person in the line goes missing and is never found. A child is within his parents sight, a moment later the child is gone forever.

Dogs won’t track some cases because of not picking up any scents or from fear of tracking for unknown reasons.

In some cases, only shoes of the missing person are found, and despite extensive searches, nothing else of that person or his or her clothes is found.

Many disappearances are near water, lakes, ponds, rivers, etc.

Some vanishings are in Granite Boulder Fields. David Paulides talks about many people disappearing in or around Granite Boulder Fields, particularly in Yosemite National Park.

Highly intelligent people like doctors seem to go missing more than others. People who are German appear to go missing more as well.

Some of the missing have been highly experienced hunters and trackers, that begs the question: Are paranormal sources involved when people that experienced vanish?

Paranormal Theories:

Aliens abducting people

If aliens are the reason, perhaps they are unseen because of having an ability to move in and out of dimensions at will or the ability to appear and disappear instantly.

Maybe unheard because of an ability to move with lightning speed before an abductee can scream or yell for help.

Maybe because of technology or powers that can stun a person, shutting down that person’s physical and mental abilities before the capture.

People vanishing in portals or being trapped in them by supernatural means.

I heard on a Coast to Coast broadcast that David Paulidies said some physicists believed in portals and that they could be used militarily to make a troop of enemy soldiers vanish.

Perhaps there are hotspots where people walk into unseen portals.

Maybe portals appear and disappear for unknown reasons, and it’s luck of the draw if a person walks into one or is captured by one.

Unknown Supernatural Entities

Supernatural entities unknown and untraceable leaving no clues or ever being seen.

Whatever the reasons for all these 411 missing people, no definitive explanations exist.

After everything I’ve read and listened to about these cases, right or wrong, tin hat or no tin hat, I’m beginning to lean toward the alien abduction theory.

Bob Boyd

He always fell in love too easily,
too soon, too fast, too hard.

He wondered if his rushing in
was the result of feeling unloved
by one parent as a child.

Or, if he was somehow deficient
in some other psychological way
with an inability to take his time.

Or if like the euphoria with alcohol
or drugs, he was addicted to
falling in love beyond sense,
beyond reasoning, his mind
blown with the ecstasy of it.

Maybe it was like that saying,
“The heart knows what it wants,”
and he could no more ignore
falling in love too soon
than the stars cannot ignore
shining in the sky, the planets
cannot ignore spinning.

And looking back maybe at times
the cost of falling in love too soon
was high, but he felt despite that
in the end it was all worth it.

And, oh, how he misses those long
gone days of falling in love too soon,
as he hears soft rock romantic songs
playing in the background of his
waning life, his remaining years.

Bob Boyd

I used to be an avid viewer of any and all martial arts contact competitions. I practically lived for watching those competitions with the resultant adrenaline rushes and the exciting moves and thrilling matches.

Mixed Martial Arts, Jiu Jitsu, Judo, Muay Thai, karate, kung fu, etc. I loved watching them all. I watched UFC matches for years. I watched European Kickboxing Competitions on TV when I lived in the Philippines and other fighting competitions I saw on TV there.

I particularly liked the amazing Muay Thai, possibly one of the greatest combat skills on the planet with Muay Thai fighters starting their training as children.

But in one UFC match I saw, a guy got hit so hard with a spinning back kick that the contact to his head sounded almost as loud as thunder, and he instantly dropped to the floor as if dead. The hush over the audience and the broadcasters and the coaches was as if they feared the fighter was dead too.

Miraculously, the fighter was alive, but with a blow that hard it made me wonder if he’d have brain damage or be an early candidate for dementia.

Then I read how many Muay Thai fighters got banged up badly from fighting since childhood with lifelong injuries.

And my zealous enthusiasm began to sour on contact sports that left participants with the possibility of lifelong injuries and/or mental impairments, like the boxing great, Muhammad Ali.

And I no longer could watch any contact sports after that.

Bob Boyd

People who have been clinically dead and come back to life, NDEers, those that had Near Death Experiences, say communication in the afterlife is telepathic, and you understand everyone regardless of the language they spoke while living.

One reason is there are no flesh and blood bodies and no voice boxes there to talk with or make sounds with.

People who allege they’ve been abducted by aliens and those, even military personnel, who claim they’ve had interactions with aliens say aliens communicate telepathically.

I’ve probed these matters so much, first as a skeptic, that I now believe some or many of these accounts are true.

And, with scientists saying there are an estimated 50 sextillion planets in the universe, to me it’s a given and logical that life has to exists elsewhere in the vastness of the cosmos.

I didn’t even know what sextillion meant. My numbers stopped at billions, and I found it hard to wrap my mind around a number like sextillion. I was never stellar at math, pun intended.

And, P.S. I believe if Bigfoot exists, he’s interdimensional, and some wiser heads than me believe that too. Others think there’s a UFO connection. Whether true or just a conspiracy theory, things like this fascinate me.

Bob Boyd

She’d been attacked by a werewolf when she stepped into our backyard one night to take some clothes off the clothesline.

I fired three silver bullets at the werewolf and missed. I had a cache of silver bullets I made because there’d been a werewolf sighting in the forest surrounding our country home.

The werewolf sped away before I could get more shots off. My wife survived the attack with only a small bite, but she and I knew that was enough.

We knew she was doomed to become a werewolf the next full moon night. And we had to figure out how to deal with it.

I hate to admit I felt like killing her to save her from her fate and to save others from her, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill my loving wife of ten years.

The following month right before the full moon appeared my wife and I had decided she would be locked in the escape-proof cellar.

The full moon rose. My wife howled and howled in the cellar, and her howls sounded as if they came out of hell.

A while later, I heard a crashing sound in the cellar and glass breaking. Then I heard two separate howls outside the house.

I peeked out my front window and saw a male and female werewolf running into the forest hand in hand. I grabbed my pistol loaded with silver bullets and went down to the cellar to check on my wife.

I saw the cellar window that was ten feet above the room had been broken from the outside, and my wife was gone. I knew then she had run off with the werewolf, the one that bit her, and I feared I’d never see my wife again.

It was as if the werewolf bite was like a love spell that bound him and my wife together.

I’d searched the forest every full moon night for years after that, my pistol loaded with silver bullets to kill the male werewolf who stole my wife and to try to save her from the darkness that had invaded her innocent soul.

But I never found him or my wife, as if they migrated to a faraway hunting ground. And I knew I’d lost my wife forever.

Bob Boyd