6 Disturbing 4Chan Stories

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Hey, what's up guys, welcome back to another 4 Chan Stories
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I love all the stories in this video.
Super entertaining, super scary,and most of all, super
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And yeah, without further ado, let's Get into is 6 disturbing 4
Chan stories in college, living in dorms.
Huge building be chilling in oneof the lounges one night.

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The building is basically empty because Friday night and
everyone's clubbing or some gay shit.
Friend points out janitorial closet is left open.
Always wonder what's in there. Jump up and tread inside.
There's plywood everywhere. Very small room with nothing
else but a ladder leading up to this crevice and climb up
because why not. Leads to what looks like a blown
out hole in the wall. Appear inside.

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Looks like a very short attic that goes across the entire
building. Laybro, laybro, come check this
out. Climb inside to allow friends to
see insulation all over the place.
Tons of random wooden beams. The end is not even insight, it
goes as far as the light from the entrance carries.
Friend is fascinated, crawls up inside with me.
The fuck are you doing man? Let's explore.

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This place ain't on. It's just a crawl space dude,
there's nothing to see. Ignores me.
Starts calling away into the darkness.
Crawl after him, don't want him to die from most.
Says this or something. Start getting a little creeped
out as we go into the darkness, paranoid I'm going to run into a
spider web or worse. We are so far now we cannot see
ourselves, only the light at theentrance.
Something doesn't make sense. What's the point of this large

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empty attic type area if there'snothing in here?
It's in between floors. I don't know, man.
Friend pulls out a cell phone and turns on the camera.
Light rusty pipes everywhere. Makes more sense now.
Start scanning the area. There's actually various
different areas to explore. Suddenly hear a slam and the
light from the entrance is gone.Nope.
A friend covers phone. Light.

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Silence. We do not move.
Hear nothing but the sound of pipes with water running through
them. Wait a good minute.
Friend reveals his light again and start scanning across the
entrance. Nobody there?
I guess they just closed the janitorial closet door.
All right, now let's get the fuck out of here.
Hold on. Ain't on.
I want to check out what's behind that rubble.
What rubble? Friend shines light over to

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something I didn't see before, asection of the crawl space that
has been blocked off by pieces of plywood and clusters of
insulation pushed up around it. Dude, there's literally nothing
over there. I'm obviously spooked.
Don't be a pussy, you pussy. F word shit.
Lord Friend continues to crawl towards the rubble.
Have no choice, can't find my way back without a light.

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We reached the rubble and friendplaced his phone on the ground
with the light up. He just kind of pushed the shit
aside easily. Crawl inside, turn another
fucking corner. What the fuck dude?
What? My side crawl so I can see what
friend sees. I shit you not.
Fucking bottles of piss everywhere.
Holes in the ceiling in various spots, light beams shining up

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through them. In the corner is a black
sleeping bag. Friend slowly crawls into the
area. We look down each hole, each one
is a different view of female rooms or bathrooms.
Nope, Nope. Points light in the other
corner. Oh fuck no.
Another identical sleeping bag zipped entirely up.
Could have very well been a deadbody shovel propped up against

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the wall, rope piled next to it.Friend starts backing up in
shock. We start panicking.
Rust on walls and floor, maybe blood, we don't know.
Friend knocks over a bottle of piss.
Fuck that voice is not my friend.
Came from the direction of the entrance.
Friend is literally freaking out.
Have no idea what to do. Use the adrenaline Hulk strength
to kick out one of the larger holes.
Friend joins in, not working fast enough.

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Hear someone scrambling in the crawl space, getting closer.
I grab the shovel, Friend snatches it and starts beating
the shit out of the floor. Luckily part of it is plywood.
Of course. We literally jump into this
chick. Shower bathing, shit falling
everywhere, maybe broken foot pissed leaking from ceiling.
We start yelling for help, Fem ainon from the dorm starts
shooting herself. Fem ainon runs out of the hall

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screaming. I follow, running on possibly
broken foot. I look for a friend, he was
staring up at the hole but runs out with us.
Find hall master whatever the fuck and he's already calling
the campus police. They scour the building and they
never fucking find the guy. All of the janitors become
suspect of invasion of privacy shed and illegally living in
building. Friend and I spend the rest of

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the night with police filling out shit.
Friend literally develops PTSDLOL while talking to the
police. He describes what he saw while
looking up at the hole. Supposedly a white guy that
looked like he was on meth stuckhis head out and said this is
the gayest fucking thread I've ever seen in my life.
And all right, I think that thatlast line was a joke.

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But do you think there actually was a guy creeping down into the
girls bathrooms like that? Or do you think that was just
kind of a, you know, more prank story?
I don't know what what do you think about that one down below?
Interesting story. You had me believe in it until
that last kind of prank one. But you know, 4 Chan's a wild
side. Who knows what's true and what's
not coming down below. What you thought about that one?

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On to the next one from an outdoor hunting website that had
a creepy experiences thread. One of two on the trip in
question. I decided to hike the Malana
Indian Trail that followed the Ridge tops from Saddle Blanket
Mountain to Oak Ridge, one of the Native Americans favorite
summer camps and trading centers.

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It was a beautiful August day, 2days into the hike.
I expected to be gone about two weeks when literally out of the
blue the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me in my
life occurred. It would change my perspective
of reality forever. I was walking along the trail,
enjoying the strong breeze and bright sunshine when in the
middle of a step, everything around me started to turn Gray

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and blurry. The only way I can describe it
was as if suddenly I was lookingthrough someone else's
prescription sunglasses. I finished the step and started
another. Every inch I move forward the
darkness increased and the Gray blurring turned into a jumble of
shapes that made no sense. I then seemed to pass a barrier
and everything started to returnback into focus.

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When my foot reached the ground on the second step, everything
around me changed. Day had turned into night and
there was no wind. All the Douglas fir and pine
trees have been replaced with thick jungle like growth and the
cool thin mountain air was replaced with humid thick air.
There are no stars in the sky, but there was a diffused light
that let me see everything clearly.

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However, I couldn't tell what the light source was, as often
happens when the human body receives a massive dose of
adrenaline. The entire incident appeared
like it was in slow motion, and even though I was only there for
a second or two, I had time to observe my surroundings.
The silence was broken by continuous high pitched caning
sound, and I was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of fear

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and danger. My momentum caused me to take
one more step before stopping inmy tracks.
Actually going to be 3. Two out of three.
It was at this point I heard a whispered gotcha over my right
shoulder. I couldn't tell if I heard it
with my ears or inside my head. The word wasn't directed at me,
but something said the word quietly to itself.

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I was so terrified I actually felt my heart stop for a moment.
That whispered word is what saved me.
I opened my mouth and gasped in a huge gush of thick air and
were coiled backward in the samefootsteps I'd entered wherever I
was. As I threw myself backward I
looked over my shoulder. A dark colored hairy right hand

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and arm was reaching for my throat over my shoulder.
The hand had pale ivory spade shaped fingernails.
The nails looked clean and almost had a manicured look to
them. The thumb was placed lower
towards the wrist on the hand than humans is.
Both hand and arm were thin and powerful looking and both were
covered with thick, coarse blackhair.

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I got a good look at it because the thumbnail grazed my neck.
It did not break the skin as I move backwards.
As I continued backwards, the hand clutched where my neck had
been a split second before and it seemed to fade off into the
distance. As I returned through the
portal. I took two more steps backwards
and everything reversed itself from what had just happened.

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The world around me became lighter.
The fir and Pines gradually cameback into view and by the third
step I was back on Saddle Blanket Mountain.
I continued to move backwards interror, and as I did I observed
that where I had just come from was a shimmering Oval patch of
air about the size of a large door.

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The woods behind it looked like it was underwater, and by the
5th step backward the shimmeringarea seemed to just evaporate
and everything was back to normal.
By then my lungs had nearly burst from the volume of air I
had inhaled during the huge gaspI had just taken.
My body felt like it was on firefrom the adrenaline surge and I
spun around and ran back down the trail as fast as my legs

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could carry me and didn't stop until I reached my truck.
I was nearly two days getting tothat place and about 3 hours
getting back on my way home. I was absolutely terrified at
the thought of what would happenif I were to drive my truck into
something like that. It had been a trap, pure and
simple. Whatever it was that tried to
kill me somehow kept the portal hidden from me on the way in,

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and I didn't actually see it until I was back out again.
I had terrible nightmares for years and still haven't come to
grips with what happened. My fingers are trembling and the
hair is standing up on the nape of my neck as I write this,
severely shaken. I've read everything I can get
my hands on about people who have mysteriously disappeared
throughout history, and discovered several instances

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where people have vanished in plain sight of others.
The quantum physics people have a theory about parallel
universes. They just might be right.
Since I originally wrote this report, hashtag 9202 from Sutter
County, California was submittedto the BFRO.
The person who submitted the report drew a picture of the

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creature he saw on a tree. The right hand in the picture is
exactly the same one as I saw. Note the thumb placement and the
forearm on the left is exactly like the forearm of the creature
that attacked me. Any way you could post the
picture from that thread? Very cool story though, really
lines up with my own theories. There was no picture.

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The thread was over 100 pages long, but it was an older form
style that didn't have support for pictures.
Here's the thread. Damn good read.
And here's the pic the passage refers to.
It's hosted on a different website, not on the actual
thread. So X I'm feeling generous.

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Decided I'd share my Nope in thewoods.
Anyone interested? Bump.
Yes, anyone interested? Before I start, I'll give you a
bit of a background. This happened in 2012 when I was
still in school. Me and two Bros of mine decided
we would enter a film competition because fuck it and
we all had experience in filmmaking and editing after

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seeing a leaflet on it in our school.
The winners would win a cash prize and some other stupid shit
I don't know. We took basic supplies like
food, a tent, camping apparatus,weed and liquor because it
wouldn't be a proper Cam experience without them.
A camera and a tripod to film our spooky movie.
The events that occurred happened over the course of four

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days. We originally planned to stay
for five days. PSI don't use the green text so
don't ridicule F words. B17 Bro one let's call him
Chris. Also 17 Bro 2 let's call him
Sean. Sean is 16.
Remember both of these names aremade-up for the sakes of
anonymity. Chris was the most macho guy of

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the group. Who is the ladies man?
He was a great athlete and the sporty type, but deep down
though he was a real sensitive guy.
Sean was the geek of the group who was an outdoor freak who
shouldn't. Elk since he was 12 with his
father so we knew his shit aboutoutdoors.
He was great at computing, slashediting but was slightly beta

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and the only version out of the three of us.
We'd usually tease him about it in a jokingly way of course.
Anyway, Day one, use my dad's car as a means of
transportation. Drove about 27 miles outside of
the nearest town, pulled up intosecluded Rd. for about another 5
miles before pulling to stop. Investigate the grounds to see

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if it's suitable for the film slash camp's location.
Perfect. We walk about 300 feet into what
looks like a campsite. Nearly sure it wasn't and that
we were actually trespassing. Who gives a fuck?
We are all appointed roles. Mine was to collect firewood
when necessary. After prioritizing the important
shit like setting up our tents, starting to fire, and getting

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our bearings of the surrounding area we started to film.
The film was a meant to be one of the cliche slashers in a
woods like Wrong Turn and Fridaythe 13th.
I was a character alongside Sean.
Chris filmed the film using the camera and tripod.
Looking back it was cheesy as fuck but fun.
What seemed like no time was actually like 5 hours of

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shooting and messing around. Sean suggests heading back to
the campsite as it's getting dark and we don't want to get
lost. We get back to the campsite and
some of our stuff is missing andmisplaced.
We noticed our rucksacks carrying our food has been
opened and food has been stolen.Starting to feel uneasy about
the situation, Sean says it was probably a deer or a bird.

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Me and Chris don't argue but we all slightly unsettled about the
situation, although no one said anything in case they would be
called a pussy, etcetera. After about two hours of smoking
and drinking, a strong smell resembling rotten milk mixed
with vomit hits our nostrils with the power of 1000 Suns.
Chris shouts. Which one of you fucks farted?

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It fucking smells like burned asshole.
We piss our balls laughing because everything's better
stoned and drunk. In the fits of her laughter, a
quick rustling in the bushes behind the tent occurs.
We all go silent, freaking out. Sean grabs his hunting knife and
observes the tree line. After what felt like an hour,
Sean cautiously approaches the tree line.
He gets to the tree line and shines a torch into the woods.

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Nothing. At this stage we are wondered if
we had like a joint, pun not intended, Nope experience and
that the weed and alcohol was making us imagining it.
We decided to call it a night and crawl into our tents.
Day 2, wake up with slight hangover and dehydrated at like
8:30 AM. It's overcast, unlike it was the
day before which was sunny, unpredictable weather.

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Fuck. I crawl out of my tent.
Sean is sitting on his camp chair at the edge of the
smoldering fire, poking the ashes with a stick.
Lost in thought, I walk over to him.
Walking over, he doesn't notice I'm there.
I ask him, hey man you OK? He looks up at me and says, yeah
man, I'm fine, want to go exploring into the woods?

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I asked why. He says, 'cause man, just
curious, weird it out, but I sayyeah man, sure.
We decide not to wake Chris up because he's a cranky shit when
he's disturbed from his sleep. We roll some joints and
disappear into the woods, high as shit, exploring.
Nature's fun. We come to the top of the hill
overlooking some of the woods. I take some photos on my phone

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of that shit because the sceneryis fucking beautiful.
On our way down Sean casually asked me in a nearly a whisper
hey man did you hear them screeches and the giggling last
night? I say Nah man I was probably
sleeping though. He says oh I'm surprised he
didn't because they're pretty loud.
He then goes on and says that hewas pretty creeped out.

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I nervously laugh and say it wasprobably a fox or something man
I wouldn't worry about it. He says again in a whispering
like tone. I don't know man.
The more I think about it, the faster my heart starts beating.
It's unusual for Sean to be creeped out, and when he is, he
wouldn't say. On top of the fact that he has
been camping most of his life and he knows just shit about

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outdoors and wildlife. Is that why you're quiet as hell
this morning? I ask.
Yeah, man, I was pretty worried,feel unsettled about it, get a
deep feeling in my gut telling us to leave this place.
I say nothing though we quickly changed the topic of the
conversation, but the lingering disturbing feeling we were both
the only remain present. Pick related.

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It's the photo I took. Get back to the campsite.
Chris is frying bacon. Give me some of that shit.
Munchies hit hard. We gobbled down like 18 slices
of bacon between us in silence. We tell Chris what Sean told me.
He's generally worried but doesn't let on.
We can see it in his facial features and his eyes.

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Comfort him by saying it was a fox or some shit.
Resume filming. Filming for two hours.
Call it an early game of filmingbecause Chris had a bad
hangover. We don't complain as we are worn
out. Also we walk back to the
campsite. Everything's the way we left it.
Thank God. Have an early night.
What Another picture that was captured.

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Day three, wake up fresh as fuck.
Fuck yes. The other two fuck wits are
still asleep. I decided to go for a walk
because I'm bored. After about 15 minutes of
walking, I get a smell of decomposing flesh.
I come across a bird about the size of an Xbox laying dead.
It's completely skinned and mutilated and covered in flies.

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Get an overwhelming sense that someone's watching me.
I look behind me about 110 meters away can make a black
figure lurking in between trees and bushes.
Whilst looking at it, I hear giggling from behind me, which
sounded about 10 meters away. Nope.
I run towards the direction of the campsite.
I tell the guys what happened. They actually believed me,
probably because of all the weird shit that's going on.

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We're all worried at this point,worried to the point that we
might cancel the rest of the filming.
For the rest of that day, we didn't leave the tree line.
We sat in our chairs on constantedge, jumping at every Creek and
crack. When it got dark, we decided to
finish off the rest of our polished vodka because fuck that
drunk as fuck. We forgot about the spooky
things that happened. Chris notices we're getting low

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on firewood before anyone can mention Sean volunteers because
he's a crazy motherfucker with alcohol in him and he's by far
the drunk out of three of us. Says I need a piss and piss
anyway in a slurred voice as he's drunk as shit.
He staggers off into the tree line and isn't the pitch black.
Me and Chris resume talking. Half an hour or so passes and

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still no sign of Sean. Where the fucks that guy's at?
Chris says, half laughing and half concerned.
We start to feel really worried at this stage.
The fire is smoulder and we're using 20 million candle powered
flashlights to see where the fuck we're doing.
The smell of burnt asshole returns with a vengeance.
This time it's that bad that oureyes are watering from it.

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As soon as the smell slightly dissipates, Shawn emerges from
the tree line, calm as ever, andsits down besides us casually.
Where the fuck have you been? We asked him, generally
concerned. He doesn't respond.
Why the fuck are you covered in dirt?
And shit? Doesn't respond again, he just
sits there looking at the grounddaydreaming.
This isn't funny. Chris says to him.
Generally Sean once with an emotional face, secondly looks

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over at Chris with a smirk on his face then turns back to the
ground. Whatever asshole.
Chris says who then stands up and crawls into this tent.
I look at Sean who was emotionless once more.
What the fuck man, he didn't even the firewood.
I say. As soon as I say that, he
quickly looks up and over to me and says, do you want to come
help me get it? Slightly weirded by the fact

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that not even an hour previous Shawn's words were slurred as
shit and now he's speaking. If he's stone cold sober.
I kindly refuse and say duh there's no point man we might as
well go to bed. I get up and walk towards my
tent. As I crawl into my tent he says
ain't on are you scared of it? And like a fucked up voice that

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sounded like the girl's voice from the ring when she rung to
the victims. To this day it seriously makes
the hairs on my neck stand up. What the fuck?
I turn my head and say. Why are you talking like that
for? He mockingly smirks.
Like what? I think to myself, what a
fucking asshole and crawl into the tent.
I get fuck all sleep thinking Sean's going to cut my throat as

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soon as I close my eyes. Not once did I hear Sean's tent
zip open and close, meaning he stayed out all night.
It was sickening to the stomach.Day 4 I wake up in the morning
to find Shawn's tent unoccupied,think about last night and ask
myself that I have too much to drink.
Generally start to believe that what happened last night wasn't
real and my drunk mind interpreted the events wrong.

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I cook myself up some sausages and eat them in the sun like a
boss. Chris awakens from his tent.
He sits beside me. Ioffer him some.
He refuses. What the fuck happened last
night? He said ass.
You're drunk as fuck, man, I say.
Yeah, I suppose, he responds, wejust miss it.
Where's that F word anyway? Chris says jokingly.

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Probably awake and fired. What?
I say after a while of waiting, about to resume filming.
Chris, being the hot head he is,loses his patience.
If that R word is lost, I'll RIPhis head off.
I tell him to chill. He opts to go looking for him
also. I stay at camp in case he comes
back. Chris disappears into the tree
line. An hour or so passes.
I sit in the sun and smoke a cigarette.

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Birds are chirping and all feelsgood.
Dawns on me that neither Bros have returned, though a slight
sense of anxiety is present. I try to ignore it.
It gets worse. The birds have gone silent and a
tinge of sour milk is present. I start physically gagging.
I think, what the fuck is it with this place in foul odors?

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I look up sharply into the trainline at the back of the tents.
What I'm met upon is terrifying.Even to this day, thinking about
it chills me to the core. Despite being about 50 meters
away, I was able to distinguish the creatures features.
By the looks of it, the thing was at least 7 feet tall.
It looks like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, but only it was
skinnier and it was pale. Its eyes were like 2 small black

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buttons sunken deep into the creature skull.
Although the teeth weren't visible, I could imagine how
they look, which adds to the despair.
Paralyzed in fear and intense nausea, I stand looking at it in
sheer disbelief before thinking to Nope the fuck out of there
and shot on all fours. At this stage my head is

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spinning and in shock. Chris explodes out of the trees,
pale Snow White with a gash on his face.
I grabbed whatever I could and noped out of there without
looking back. The 300 meters it took to get to
the car were the longest of my life.
Whatever the fuck it was was following us and mocking us in
John's voice, which to this day still send shivers down my back.

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We jumped in the car and got thefuck out of Dodge, assuming it
had gotten to Sean. Even in the highway we didn't
feel safe. We left whatever we had up
there, including the camera tents and the tripod.
On our way home we sat in silence, covered in shit and
shaking. When we entered our town we
discussed how we would tell the authorities, family, and friends

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about how our friend is up in the hills and some shape
shifting humanoid creature has consumed him and how we
abandoned him. We decided to ring yourself but
there was no answer. We called at his parents to see
if he had gone there. We automatically assumed he
wouldn't be there because his parents were out of the country.
He answered the door casually asif to say nothing happened.

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We talk and explain all the shitand what happened.
The real disturbing and unsettling thing about it is the
fact that he denies even going on the trip.
He said he had been staying homeduring the entire duration of
the trip. We are in utter disbelief and of
course when we tell all of our other friends they just don't
believe us. There's no proof of him being up

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there, the only proof is on the camera and we nopped out of
there before retrieving it. Since 2012 I've moved from that
town and from what I know of Sean has alienated himself from
his family and friends. He lives by himself and doesn't
leave his house apparently, but I don't know for sure.
Pretty much after that I cut allcontact of way with him.
I occasionally talked to Chris on Facebook but that's about it.

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Pick related. It's my tent on day one.
More pictures from my old phone.Here's my story.
Be 16, be black and have family down in Alabama.
They farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville.

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Uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out
in the woods for hunting and camping down South.
Cousins suggest that we go out there to camp.
No, I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of
me, collect food, kill a pig andsome chickens, and bring this as
it is to camp out for a few days.
We get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird.

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Air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm,
like ozone. We think nothing of it and
unpack and go down to a little Creek to swim for a few hours.
All of a sudden some older whiteguy and a white teenager come
out of the bushes. He has a shotgun in the crook of
his arm and says hello and asks us what we're doing this far
back in the woods. Tell him about my uncle who he

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knows and say we're camping out.He tells us we need to be real
careful out here and stick together.
There was a big animal in the woods.
His son who was my age asked if he can stay with us and hang out
with us. He says OK, I'm going to stop
green texting because the story is fairly long and the format as
hard as write in. So we end up playing football,

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digging around with me and there's the white kid, Tanner,
five of my cousins, and then four of their friends.
In total, there are 5 girls and six boys.
We all were around 15 to 17. We ended up just digging the day
away. So we head back to the camp and
pulling out some stuff for a campfire.
Even though the trailers both had kitchenettes, Tanner says

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that his family's property sits up against my uncle's.
He wants to run home and ask hisdad if he can come camping with
us. My cousin Rooster says he's
going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon.
One of the girls also wants to tag along.
It's about 7:00 and it's starting to get pretty dark.
They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property.
The rest of us chill. We make s'mores drink and kiss

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on the girls. About 30 or 40 minutes later,
there's the smell of ozone again.
You could smell it over the small the fire we had started
this really nasty coppery smell,like right after you've had a
noseblade and stopped. It wasn't exactly like dried
blood, but it was that nasty metallic back of your throat
smell. We immediately think that it's

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some kind of electrical malfunction or someone left a
hot plate on or some shit. We searched the trailers and
nothing is on and we can all smell it.
All of a sudden we can hear people bucking down the path
towards us and Rooster, Tan, andthe girl all come running into
the clearing out of breath and they don't even break stride.
They all run to the trailer right by where the fire is.

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We all get the fuck out of thereand into the trailers.
They end up calming down. Even Rooster is crying his
fucking eyes out at this point. All the while the fire is
getting lower and lower. So my other cousin says fuck it
and are about to go outside to get the generator out of the
shed between the trailers. Tanner goes fuck no, lock the
front door, ain't nobody else going outside.
He's been crying too and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and

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his pants are dirty as shit. He goes on to tell us that they
went up to his house. His father said sure he could go
out camping to, but to make surethey were careful on the way
back and that maybe they should take one of the hunting rifles
just in case. Evidently Tanner had seen
something in the yard a few daysbefore.
One of their pigs had come up ripped up and half eaten.

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They assumed there's just some big ass cat or coyotes even
though they don't usually fuck with live animals.
He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff and told his dad they
would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people.
So they started walking back towards where we were camping.
So rooster finally stops crying and shaking.
The girl already had but she's just staring out the window with
a dumb look on her face. He says they had gone halfway

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into the woods towards the camp when they started to hear shit
in the forest. It was almost pitch black by
this time so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was.
The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right
off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over
there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a
little hollow. Rooster said they shouted at him
and told him that he's scaring the fuck out of them and what a

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Dick he was. He says that when he realized
that the guy was facing away from them so they kept walking
and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell.
They say that they look off intothe force on the opposite side
and it's a dude standing in the forest backwards, slightly
closer to the path. So now they start power walking
and Tan keeps going. I should have taken the fucking

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rifle. As they're telling the story,
the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin.
They say that after they startedwalking faster, a kind of low
gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood, as
if they had started booking it back to the trailer.
The girl said she had flashed her flashlight under the woods
in the side of them, and I'd seesomething jerking itself through

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the woods. The gibbering just got louder
and louder, and when they could see the light from her campfire,
something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them
onto the track, and they had just flat out ran as hard as
they could to the trailer. So we're out in the fucking
woods and we're assuming at thispoint it's some rednecks or some
shit trying to fuck with us. All of a sudden my other cousin

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Junior starts going on about howhe went to school with a native
kid that was telling him about the goat man or some shit.
We probably tell him to shut thefuck up because we don't need
any spooky talk right now, but he just keeps going on and on
about how it's the fucking goat man and how we're in his woods
and blah blah blah. Now at the time I never heard of
this goat man or any of that. But then a couple years ago, the

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year before I graduated from college, I had a menem for a
roommate and I ended up asking him about it.
And to sum it up, it's basicallya fucking man with the head of a
goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people
to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of
like the Wendigo and it's a bad mojo to even talk about it and
even worse if you see it. Keep in mind I didn't know this

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back when I was 16. So my cousin is going, the goat
man's going to get in and fucking get us.
The girls are all terrified and my cousin and I are all fucking
drive to figure out if it's justsome hillbillies or if it's some
animal. All of a sudden the smell that
just goes away. Like to this day I haven't even
experienced anything like it. Like usually smells fade away or
lessen. It just literally was there one

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second and then not the second. So it's after an hour making it
around 9 or 10. We've stopped shooting bricks
enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again.
We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us
so we don't go back home becausewe think if we do they'll chase
us through the woods or some crazy shit.
Nothing else happens that night and we stay another night and

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for the main part of the night nothing happens.
At around 1:00 in the morning we're outside getting drunk and
telling ghost stories as someoneis finishing some too spooky
story. I don't remember what about the
smell comes back. It's so fucking strong that one
of the girls literally starts vomiting.
I stand up and you can actually feel how clammy the air is.

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I say we should get inside and that this isn't right, we should
have just fucking left. We all go back inside and we're
standing around. My cousin just keeps going on
about how it's the go man and mycousin Rooster tries to shut him
the fuck up and all the while I'm just feeling that something
is wrong and I can't figure out what the fuck it is.

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We end up sitting in there for awhile, the smell is just as
strong and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper.
We end up cooking broths for everybody because nobody wants
to go outside. It's one of those packs with
four broths. We have a total of 3 packs.
I grill them on the stove and give everyone a hot dog.
I get mine and after a while oneof the cousin gets up and goes
over to the pot to get another one.

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He starts grumbling about how I get 2 brats and everyone else
gets 1 and I look at him like he's fucking stupid.
I told him that everybody else got one because there were only
12 brats. If he wants more he should open
up a new pack and cooks more. That's when the girl that had
been out with Rooster and Tan just start screaming.
Oh Jesus, oh Lord, get it out. She's crying and shivering and

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then it dawns on my cousin standing on what the fuck is
wrong. Me and him both glance around
the room and then I feel my heart sink.
I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us,
the trailer doors banging against the side of the trailer
as everybody books it out of thecabin.
One of my cousin's friends asks us what the fuck is wrong.
I start counting us. There's only 11 now.

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I shit you not, my cousin verified there been 12 people in
the cabin. But being that everybody didn't
really know each other well, nobody hadn't really noticed the
whole fucking time that there was an extra person.
And then I realized earlier thatI kind of noticed something goes
off. You know how when you're just
digging around, having a good time, that you don't sweat the
small shit? You don't always keep track of
certain stuff? I'm dead sure that someone else

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had been in the trailer with us and that they had been there for
at least a fucking day eating with us.
What makes it worse? I could figure out which one
because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with
the other person or the goat man.
The girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside.
Eventually we get big ass sticksand go back into the cabin, but

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there's nobody in there. We count again and there's 11
people. We go back into the trailer and
lock the door. We explain what the fuck
happened and the girl says that she realized too and that's when
he was about to say something. The person sitting next to her
had grabbed her like hard and leaned over towards her and said
something she couldn't understand.

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So we are all pretty much scaredas fuck as we huddle together
and I fall asleep. When I wake up the sun is just
coming up and half the people are asleep and the other half
are packing our shit up. We all want to walk back home
but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up
and some people think that we'rejust fucking around and just
want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out

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of the woods. The girl's name was Kira, the
one that the goat man had touched.
Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something
bad and she says she just wants to go home and she doesn't want
to be out in the woods alone foranother night.
So we decided to split up. The four that want to go can but
I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's
my uncle's and I have to lock up.

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I'm super pissed at this point because I feel like people
aren't taking this shit seriously and I definitely
didn't want to be out in the woods for another night.
I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of
the people, now 4 girls and fourguys to get the fuck out of
Dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go
get a rifle and says he's going to be back.
So there are just seven of us left by 4:00 PM.

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At around 5:00 PM he hasn't madeit back yet and we're getting
extremely fucking antsy. The only reason I stopped
begging them to go back was because he went to go get a gun.
It's about 5:30 PM or so when the one cousin that did stay
says that the girl Kiara is outside.
We all look outside and sure enough she's standing by the
fire pit with her back to the cabin.

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I'm thinking to myself, if she was so scared, why the hell
would she come back? And then I get this nasty
feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the
coppery smell has been gone, nowI realize I can smell just a
twinge of it. I say this to the rest of them
and everybody, and these are thepeople that wanted to stay in
the fucking woods after we had the goddamn goat man in our

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midst is laughing at me and asking if I set this up to scare
them. I'm looking at them like I'm not
bullshitting you at all right now.
I asked them why the fuck would I play like that?
So one of the girls goes outsideto get Kiara.
She gets halfway to her and stops cold.
Chiara starts heaving. I don't know how the fuck to
describe it. Sort of like if someone with

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their back turned was laughing without actually making any
sound. It was this fact that made me
realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods.
It was dead silent. This was like late in September
so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super
chilly some days too and you could usually hear big ass geese
honking or some kinds of birds or squirrels chit chatting.

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So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking
trailer. Right God damn now.
She backs up into the trailer and we lock the door.
We pull down all the shades except one and put a guy there
in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20
minutes or so. The guy turns to say that she's
still there and there's a huge fucking bang on the door.

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We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room
of the trailer. The banging is super loud now.
So now my cousin is holding all the girls and the other two are
kind of giggling with nervous laughter and me and the other
two guys are shooting bricks. Then we hear Tan.
He's screaming. Let me the fuck in, stop fucking
playing. So we go over to the door and
open it, and he stumbles in witha rifle.

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There's nobody else outside. Evidently he had walked up to
the campsite. Nothing weird happened in the
forest, but he had seen a girl. Mind you he said it was not
Kiara standing there. When he had gotten to the edge
of the clearing she had turned towards him with the slack jawed
look and just stared him down, slowly tracking him as he walked
around the outside of the clearing towards the camp.

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He said it was until he was almost halfway to the trailer he
had realized that she was getting close to him.
She had started off by the fire without him even seeing her
move. She had been turning, inching
closer. He said he just ran the rest of
the way back to the cabin thingy, do it open and when he
got to the door it was locked. He turned and it was about half
the distance of the door. He looks around the room and

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then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and
whispers in my ear. You know they're only seven of
us in here, right? I get that feeling where your
stomach drops your nuts. It had been back inside the
trailer where we have been sorting out who was going where
and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the
day and it just slipped right back in.
We all looked out the window andthere's nobody out there.

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So we recount everyone and then basically I go over and ask
everyone how many people were here earlier and everybody says
8. I say well how many are here
now? They all do the counts and then
realize there are only 7 people in the cabin.
So Tan had brought back a coupleboxes of ammo and his rifle and
he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the

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forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he
said it was the goat man. He says that his cousin is
supposed to be coming down in a few hours and then the morning
we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us
home. Now I'm really terrified but I
at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the
fuck out of whatever it is if itcomes back.
But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of

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the girls because she thinks I'mtrying to be funny and prank
them and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not
funny. He keeps telling her that I'm
not that kind of person and she says well how do we know the
girl it wasn't just Tanner and awig?
Or if it's really the goat man, how do we know that this is a
real Tanner and that goat man just didn't kill Tanner in the
woods and take his gun? So we get into this huge

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argument about this where me andTanner, like we could seriously
be in danger because at the veryleast someone had been sneaking
themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and
mingling with us, and at worse something bad is in the force
with us. One of the girls is crying and
saying she wants to go right nowand we're trying to tell her we
shouldn't because none of us were walking through the woods

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in the middle of the night. At this point, the sun is
starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out.
We eat something and turn on theradio for a while, but we can't
really get a station out there with anything decent, so we turn
it off at that. About that time that Tan's
cousin shows up. He was like 19 I think.
At this point the sun is just barely over the horizon and he

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has one of those heavy duty Lantern flashlights and another
rifle. He walks up to the trailer and
we whisper to Tan asking if he'ssure that's his cousin and he
says yes. The guy looks behind him and all
around the camp then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us
and looks a little confused. He says where's your other
little buddy at? I figured she would meet up at

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the cabin she a little slow or something.
He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin
because it smelled like blood inhot pans all the way up the
trail. We are like Nope.
But we asked him what the fuck he's talking about with the girl
he saw. He had come down the same trail
Tan had been using and he had come up on one of the guys, one
of you's guys buddies, standing in the middle of the trail

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looking at him from slack Jod. He had asked her a bunch of
questions but all she did was look at him.
Then she smiled at him and he said he kept walking.
She couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a
little behind him. He said he asked her if she was
hurt or something and if she needed any help, but she had
continued to stare. Eventually he'd been walking and

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turned around a bend in the trail, but when he turned around
and went back to see if she was OK, the trail was empty.
He'd assumed she'd taken some shortcut through the woods to
her trailer. We tell him the whole story of
what's been going on. I half expected him to say we're
all full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on
the couches in the living room. Tanner's cousin gets back to the

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girl. He says when she had kept trying
to lag behind him, it had kind of weirded him the fuck out.
So he tried to keep her in frontof him, but no matter how slow
he walked, she was always lagging a little behind.
And that he smelled this nasty smell and it got stronger as he
got to camp. Eventually it got really strong.
She had said something really low that he didn't catch and

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when he had turned around she'd been right in the fucker with
him and he stepped back from her.
It was at this point he asked her if she was OK and if she
wasn't him to carry her on the back of the rest of the way and
she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her
as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have
misjudged the distance because she was off to the side of where
he put his hand like she had moved while he was looking dead

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at her. So at this point we know that
shit's real unless Tan is playing at a joke, which we can
tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants.
So they load up the rifles, we eat some more, and we just kind
of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time
I think about this I really prayto God that it's some huge prank

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that my cousins played on me andjust never revealed so I would
shit for the rest of my life. At around 11 the sting of copper
turns into an actual nasty grossblood like smell.
Like cooking blood and singed hair.
Tan and his cousin Reese get thefuck up instantly and grab the
rifles. There was like 1/2 knocking half
clawing of the door and I shit you not there's this voice and

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it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs
whose owners teach them how to talk.
It says in this hating weirdly tone voice.
Let me the fuck in. Stop fucking playing.
It made my fucking nuts creep upagainst my body and one of the
girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus.
It was so fucking obviously not a person talking.

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It didn't have the right cadence.
And that's some shit that I never realized until that
moment. But all people have a certain
cadence when they talk. No matter what language, all
people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking.
This shit didn't have any kind of cadence or rhythm.
One of those YouTube cats, that's what the fuck it sounded
like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror

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mode. We keep yelling outside.
Who is it? Stop fucking around man.
And it just keeps saying in or let me the fuck in.
For almost 15 minutes it soundedlike this almost.
Just not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent,
but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded then you can't
imagine how fucked up the whole situation is.

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So then the smell goes away for a while, and for the next hour
or so you can hear someone basically creeping around in the
woods or some shit. Every couple minutes they'll
come back into the door and say something.
Finally when the smell fades away it's around 2:00 in the
morning right now. Reese says man fuck this and
opens the door and walks outsidewith his rifle.
He fires a shot into the air andsay something to the effect of

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in the name of Jesus Christ go away.
He fires 2 more times and then from the woods right up against
the river across from the trailer it sounds like something
is slowly gibbering and hooting.Then it starts screaming and it
sounds almost like a woman and acat in a bag screaming together.
Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that and you
can hear the brush over that waystart to shake.

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Reese fires over into the tree line and then starts back into
the house. We lock the door and we can hear
the shit caning and screaming. Reese said something had come
out of the bushes super low to the ground and crawling towards
the cabin. He had shot at it.
Pretty much that was how the rest of the night went.
He was literally screaming constantly for the next two
hours and we could hear shit moving out of into the tree line

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but it never came back up to thecabin until everyone had finally
fallen asleep. Tannen been sitting in the chair
watching the door with his rifle.
Nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later,
after the whole thing was over, he said he'd been nodding off.
After the screaming, the noise finally stopped.
He had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the
bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go

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to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us
and he had nodded off. Then he said he kind of realized
something was wrong, and while pretending to be sleeping, he
counted us. There were nine people in the
cabin. He basically didn't want to try
and shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us
all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting
and then we K ourselves. So we just stayed awake all

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night pretending to be asleep. He said sometimes it would stand
up and kind of do this weird jittery thing or heave like he
was laughing, but then it would lay back down.
The story closes pretty weak because from my perspective,
nothing happened. We woke up and I noticed that
Tan was a little jittery that he'd been avoiding looking at
all of us. But we had ate some breakfast,
packed up and started walking tohis house.

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He stayed last in the cabin and said he'd lock up and ring me my
uncle's keys to just start walking in.
He'd catch up, which I didn't really want to do.
We got a little bit up the path and when he came running up,
basically we just jogged back tohis house.
His cousin took us home and there was a window in the
bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and
looked in there. We were too stupid to lock a

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screenless window. The window was fucking up when
he got in there. I'm guessing it had been doing
that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and
then getting in among us and walked with us all the goddamn
way back to his house. And then he said it lagged to
the back of the group and lookedhim dead in the eyes before
walking into the woods. This story is 1 told to me by my

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grandfather who is told this story by his own father before
he passed. I cannot be 100% confident in
the veracity of the facts that are about to be told.
Since my grandfather told me this story well into his 80s, so
many details may seem either wonky or strange.
With that being said, I was toldthis story with the full
confidence of my grandfather that it is true be my great

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grandfather Alberto. Between 18 and 20 years old
looking for working in the 20s. Going from place to place with
no real luck. Pretty much a wandering hobo.
Ends up in Texas, ends up in a town called El Paso.
Decides to stay since he's not only hoping for work but winter
was almost here and he needed tofind a place to stay.

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Fast forward a month or two, he finds work as a janitor slash
groundskeeper for the local school.
Nothing wild but it paid enough to stay alive.
One day after his work was done,he decided to double check his
work and make sure he didn't leave anything too dirty.
On his look around the building he runs into this old man looks
like pick related. Hey, you're not really supposed

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to hang around here. You need help getting home?
Haven't got a home, don't need one.
The old man stands up and looks at Alberto, almost like he's
checking to see if anything is out of place with him.
May I help you? The old man just smiles and
tells him that he's making sure everything is in order.
Old man Pats him on the back andbegins to leave.

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Soon as Alberto turns around theman is gone, a bit confused, he
simply finishes his work and goes home for the day.
Alberto would see the man constantly from then on, man was
cordial and very complained whenhe was told he had to leave the
premises. Each time the old man would make
sure Alberto was in good health,would constantly ask have you
had any fevers lately? Have you felt I'll How's your

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stomach? Each time Alberto would answer
politely, but always felt as if the man had an ulterior motive
behind these questions, Thought what it was was never obvious.
One day Alberto will just type out as Al from now on since it's
faster had fallen I'll with a bad stomach virus still went to
work since he was just got kind of person.

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When he ran into the man again, the man once again asked.
Is all well with you, good Sir? Al for the first time responded
that he was not in the best of health.
Almost instantly, the man's facesparkled with a smile.
Here my boy, drink this, it shall make your ailment
disappear as if it never occurred.
As he said this he took out a small bottle of clear liquid.

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Al looked at the liquid and asked the man what it was,
obviously very wary. Trust me boy, it will do you no
harm. Besides, would you rather be
more wary of a cure or your clothing integrity?
The old man said with a hearty laugh.
Al, thinking in his mind he had nothing to truly lose, took a
swig of the bottle. By AL's own words, it was one of

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the most disgusting things he had ever tasted.
It was so bitter it almost stunghis throat.
It was so bitter that it began to make a vomit.
He vomited for about 3 minutes before it subsided.
Angrily, he asked the man what was in that elixir and why did
it taste so disgusting. The old man simply smiled, as
bitter as it may have been. How does your stomach feel now?

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Al hadn't even noticed he felt better.
No more than that. He felt revitalized, like he had
never had the illness to begin with.
He felt as if he'd just taken a long nap and was better than
ever. Al looks at the man and asked
what exactly that was. Old man simply continues to
smile and tell him to not worry about it.
Just something I made myself glad to help you, my boy.

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The man left again and Al, besides himself almost
impulsively followed the man. By the time the old man had
turned the corner, he vanished. Not a single trace of him was
left. Al went back to work with the
thoughts of the old man still inhis mind.
Next time he wouldn't let him get away, it would instead ask
how he made the medicine. But the man didn't come back for

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a few months, then years, then almost a decade.
The man never returned. Until one day in autumn of 1931,
Al had gotten a wife and a family of his own.
Had pretty much all but forgotten the old man and his
strange elixir. 2 years before my grandpa was born, his brother

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was born. First child to Al and his wife.
One night he fell really ill. This was in the 30s, so even
something as simple as a common cold could still fuck you up
good. Plus his brother was barely six
months old. Not enough money to even see a
local doctor. Have to rely on a simple bed
rest and soup since that's all they knew how to do.

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At one point the kid got to a point where it truly seemed like
he wouldn't make it past the night.
Al, having no other option, had to try and find anyone who would
loan him money to get this kid to a doctor.
Ran all over town and no luck. No one even gave him a glance.
Getting more desperate, he basically began to break down in
the middle of the street. That's when he heard a familiar

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voice. Ah my boy, what ails you?
Another bad stomach. Al turns the grizzled old man
again. Doesn't seem a day older from
the last time we saw him. Al hesitantly tells the old man
that his son is sick and needs help, how he doesn't have any
money and he's getting increasingly desperate.
The old man as his usual self let's out a laugh and Pats out

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on the back. My boy, take me to your son, I
can help. Al looks at the old man and
begins to explain that this isn't just some stomach virus,
this is something much worse. The old man nods and tells him
to simply heed his word and takehim to the boy.
Reluctantly Al takes the man to his son.
The old man inspects the boy whilst Alf's wife asked him who

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the old man was. He tells her he's a man who
helped him cure of sickness once, maybe he can help.
The kid wife, understandably looking at Al as if he just lost
his mind, tells her to just trust him.
The old man begins to take something out of his jacket.
I say my boy, you've made quite a life for yourself while I was
gone. Beautiful wife, a nice home and

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a child. Truly wonderful.
The man says as he mixes his twoelixirs from his coat together.
He then proceeds to give the child a singular drop of the
elixir on his forehead and gently rubs it in on the infant.
Al looks on in confusion, but also hope.
Only a few seconds later, the baby's cries subside.

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The wife goes to check their sonand she notices his fever is
gone. In fact, the baby is sleeping
soundly, happily. No sign that the fever ever
existed. Just like that day 10 years ago.
It was seemingly a miracle. The old man smiles and gives the
elixir use for the child to owl.Take this one drop should ever

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fall I'll again. Al takes the elixir and as he
puts it away, notices the man walking out of the house.
Al follows him and asks him to wait.
Al asks him who exactly he is and how he even knows how to do
these things. That seems almost like magic.
The old man smiles and sits on the outside bench.
I suppose I do owe you somethingof an explanation to you.

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After all, it's only been natural to be curious.
Al begins to ask him any and every question he can.
The old man smiles and calmly answers each of his queries.
What is your name? My name, my name, my name?
I'm not sure anymore. It's been a while since I've
been called anything but Old Manand Vagrant.

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So many names aren't something Ifollow anymore.
Who are you? Just a simple man who likes to
travel, to see the world, to learn.
And as you can see, I've learnedquite a bit.
What exactly are those elixirs made of?
Simple things. Bones, plants, natural things
that come from the earth itself.Is it magic?

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You could see it that way, yes, but I like to think of it as a
science that science hasn't accepted yet.
What does that mean? You could say that my science is
based off more what we perceive as false or witchcraft.
A science that some seem childish or impossible.
But as you've seen, today, it isall but impossible.

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Where did you learn this from? When I was younger, I met an old
woman, funnily enough, not much unlike how I am today.
She saved my life with these elixirs and potions and I,
amazed and almost somewhat fearful, asked to be taught what
she did with reluctance. Could you teach me these things?
Heavens no. This knowledge comes not without

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a heavy price. A price that I could never ask
of someone who has a wife and a child.
Simply out of the question, whatis the price?
It comes at the cost of 1's own death.
As in you can't die. That doesn't seem too awful.
Of course not. Eternal life seems like a
blessing for the 1st 100 years. You're over 100 years old,

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possibly older by now my boy. So does that mean you're also
invulnerable to harm? Oh no, I can so much be shot and
murdered. I said eternal life, not
invincibility. Couldn't you just kill yourself?
Then it wouldn't matter. I have no soul to crossover
with, so it would simply be my end.

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So does that mean there really is something else after this?
From everything I've taught, yes.
If you're mortal, why do you look so old looking?
Just because I can't die doesn'tmean I can't get older.
It just takes longer. Can you cure illnesses and
wounds? Of course, it's pretty simple.

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What can't you cure? This question made the old man
stop for the first time since meeting.
He frowned and looked at Al. I can't cure death.
Once a soul has begun to cross, I can't bring it back.
I know from experience that lifedoes not like to dwell on
itself. What will you do now?
Simple, my boy, I continue to wander, continue to learn until

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this planet's last breath. Al, without any further
questions, simply begins to thank the old man from
everything he has done. The old man once again smiling.
Pat's out on the back my boy, I simply did what was needed of
me. And with that the old man left
without another word, never to be seen or heard of again,
simply made into a story for hischildren to hear when they were

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older. And eventually I heard it.
I can't necessarily say I believe it, but I suppose
anything is possible. Cheers you old elixir making
man. Hope you're still kicking short
little Adam Nadium. My grandfather actually did have
an empty vial in his possessionswhen he passed, which I have to
assume was the vial of elixir given to him by his father.

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We'll try to post a pic of it someday, but for all I know we
probably threw it away when we were cleaning his belongings
after he passed. This happened about two years
ago. It's something I've told only
one other person since PIC is ofthe town.
It's shit for a reason. Explain later.

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B Canuck, Vancouver area B-19 with a fresh PAL and ability to
legally drink. Plan a trip up north.
Dad tells me about an old abandoned mining town his friend
worked at in the 60s. Gives us location.
Decide to bring native bro from high school.
We both own guns. Ask my dad if I can borrow his
AWD Honda passport from the 90s He accepts.

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Bro brings SVT 40, I bring SMLE number one MK3.
Drive past Kamloops by about 200kilometers.
Takes about two days of driving.Spend 1 eventful night at
abandoned trailer park. Eventually find ourselves on
back roads using ancient maps that provided modern maps and
GPS. Don't have the roads on record.

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Clearly old logging roads not used for at least a few years.
Eventually reach Old Town. Desolate as fuck, a few
collapsing wood buildings started to get late but light
enough to snap a few pics. Brought old Nikon FM 2 because I
didn't want to risk my digital. Bro and I set up cabinets to a
car and open semi gravel area. Use wood from old buildings as

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firewood gets dark. Cook a few cans of beans and
some salmon. Native bro caught a few days
before. Outcomes the beer.
Head to 10. Mildly inebriated, decide to go
in the woods the next day. Late night slash early morning,
hear multiple human footsteps outside.
Probably just native bro. Go back to sleep.
Ainon, Realize native bro is sleeping next to me about 5

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minutes later. Wake up bro quietly.
Both grab rifles and open 10. Nothing there.
Go back to sleep Ainon. Probably just a dream.
Agree with bro and sleep. Wake up next morning somewhat
early. Native bro already awake making
breakfast. Fine God to your canned sardines
ain't on. It wasn't a dream.

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Takes a minute for my mind to remember.
Bro points at multiple boot tracks in campsite.
Not ours for sure. I'm visibly more creeped out
than native bro. Native bro grew up on shitty
reserves, seen some shit, etcetera.
Decide we'll lock our gear in the car.
Both of us want to investigate, consult map, go in the woods
with day packs of limited food, water and first aid.

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Oil lamps and flashlights as well.
We each have a reasonable amountof ammo. 40 rounds of new
protection Privy 174GR FM J3O3. Bro had a couple of X54R
stripper clips in his coat pocket.
Start moving in the direction ofthe footsteps.
Native bro is a good hunter slash tracker but loses the

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trail about a mile in. Decide to continue in the
direction of the tracks anyway. Creeped out by this point.
Native bro is pissed that he lost the tracks.
Hike about 5 miles, find some more abandoned stuff, starts
getting dark, realize we both got carried away and realize
it'd be unwise to head back. Eat some cold beans since we
don't want to attract attention with a fire, and then sleep.

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Wake up in the middle of the nights whispering.
Takes a minute for eyes to just to low light.
Look over at sleeping native bro.
Realize there's two black cloaked figures above him.
One is touching his face. They're talking in English but
not audibly, just about shit myself.
SMLE is across my lap. Flip off safety as quietly as I
can. One of them starts reaching for

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Bro's SVT next to him, Ray's rifle to my hip, slowly pointing
it in their direction. Fire off the first shot.
The fuckers see me rise up whileworking the bolt and run.
They start screaming like you'd expect, someone getting their
eyes ripped out to Native Bro practically shits himself and
gets down. Mad Men into the forest.
Takes us about a minute frantically throwing our gear

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together to get out. Panic and start running in a
random direction. Get cut up running through
brush. Native bro and I are somewhat
fit, both in army cadets since we were young.
Run for a good 20 minutes, stop to catch our breath.
Ain't on. What the fuck?
Explain what happened to bro. He looks horrified more than
usual. He tells me about some cold that

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committed crimes on his reserve.Says RCMP couldn't do anything
since it was native land linked to disappearances and CA reserve
is maybe 200 kilometers from us.Nobody ever convicted.
When our nerves calm, we consulther map and compass, realize
there's a clearing next to us and use that to navigate.
Forego lights in favor of quiet movement.

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Move slowly for about 6 hours. Periodic map and compass checks.
Tired as fuck. When we arrive at the tree line
near the camp, despite being dark, we realize there's
movement in our camp. A three question hooded figures
and what seems to be a man with a deer's head trying to get into
our car. Hands are shaking, Mom's
spaghetti start moving down the hill, not paying attention

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because of no sleep. Foot catches root crash and roll
downhill. Cut up and bruised but otherwise
fine. All four of them are screaming
and moving towards me, unaware of native bro still being in the
tree line. Deer head leaders, naked cock
flailing everywhere. He's about 10 feet away from me.
Realize he's got a fucking hatchet.
Realize I won't be able to raisemy SMLE in time.

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I'm going to die here. Make my peace with the God
Emperor. 2 shots rang out in rapid succession.
Deer man drops his hatchet, clutches his chest, pulls one
leg up and fucking drops. Continuing.
Probably the last part pick related.
It's the SMLE in my dad's car. Hooded figures hesitant now that
their leader just took some Soviet glory to the chest.

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Pick myself up and raise SMLE, sort of aim at the middle of the
three and fire, which I assume to be hip shot, drops them.
He's screaming like a motherfucker at this point.
Native Bros next to me, out of what I suppose was pure anger.
One of them charges us with a long knife, maybe a short sword.
Native bro and I both fire shot.We both hit them, practically

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goes limp instantly. Last remaining uninjured fucker
tries dragging his injured friend off.
I'm hesitant to shoot since they're backing off, but native
bro shoots the uninjured one in the head.
He keeps moving for about half asecond before dropping.
We checked the bodies, realized that deer man was just a guy
wearing the head of a deer. X54R blew his chest open.
Blood and mashed organ everywhere.

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Last two are were dead as fuck old rounds like they're really
mashed organs of bone. Last guy remaining alive is
pleading for his life. Realize he's not pleading with
us screaming into the sky about some sort of strangely named
that deity God or whatever. Can't remember for the life of
me. Ain't none.
We can't let him live. Realize native Bros right?

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Threat of Colt coming after us or police finding out is too
great. If he lives, don't want to do
it. Offer SMLE to native bro.
He simply kneels down and slits this guy's throat, Whispers
something, something for Sierra.We pick up as much of our brass
as we can, pack up our car and get the fuck out.
Lied out by the time we get ontothe main Rd.

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Adrenaline dying down, realize that I just killed someone.
Break down in the car and cry like a bitch.
Pull over and have a bro talk about it.
Tells me we did in self-defense.Feel like there's more to it for
him. Sober up and continue on the
road. We take it easy and stay at
motels the rest of the way back.Continuing.
Definitely the last part. End up eating at the white spot

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and hope completely sounding over the meal.
Realize how hungry I am. Barely ate twice on the way
back. Remainder of the ride back is
spent in complete silence. Drop native bra off at his
apartment in North Van. We exchange an awkward silence
and a few smiles. He hugged me for some reason.
Call it gay if you want, but I needed that shit.
Get back home, lock bedroom door, keep loaded, SMLE next to

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bed. Sleep for the better part of a
day and a half. Meet up with dad to return car.
Remember what native bro said about Sierra?
Turns out she was bro's older sister who was kidnapped as a
kid. Ended up an alcoholic and
druggie. Aged herself when she was 16.
Ship Rex asked dad why town was abandoned.
Well, ain't on the mind dried upand many of the residents

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resorted to illegal industry to make a living.
As Pacifics said he doesn't know, he asked his friend who
lived there. Friend died six months later of
lung cancer. Never had the chance to ask him.
Even more frustrating than the nightmares is not knowing what
the fuck happened. Can't seem to find out the town
of the town's name online and I've since wanted to go back

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with a larger group. Probably going to wait a few
years though. Pick related.
It's some of my guns. I still own that damn SMLE.
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