August 4, 2025 • 47 mins
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Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to other 4 Chan
Stories video. And today we're getting into
some bizarre 4 Chan stories. I love these videos and you guys
seem to love them too. These stories are bizarre,
weird, scary and strange. And you'll want to stick around,
grab a snack, grab some water, get hydrated, sit back, relax.
And yeah, I'm excited to get into these.
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And if you haven't already, please like the video and
subscribe to the channel. That helps more than you know.
And I just appreciate you being here.
Thank you so much. And enough happened.
Without further ado, so let's get into some bizarre 4 Chan
stories scary story slash urban legend thread.
Here's one that happened to me afew months back.
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I want to stress that you can literally Google this incident
if you want proof, although the articles I've been reading have
been highly sanitized, which is part of the reason I'm posting
this. Be me, South African, going on a
trip to Botswana. My sister is marrying a guy
who's a game Ranger and I'm going on this trip to spend time
with the dude and get to know him.
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I'm supposed to be the best man at the wedding even though we
barely know each other. I arrive after a really long
drive, spend first day drinking and driving dirt bikes around,
generally having a great time. Next day, Sister's fiance
suggests we go driving around the outskirts of the Acha Veggio
Delta in an attempt to see some wildlife.
I agree. We go driving around and manage
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to spot some giraffes, leopards,hippos, and some different
birds. Really fun, but insanely fucking
hot. No elephant spotted.
This comes up later. Eventually we head back to the
place we've been staying at. Each night.
We start to cook and drink. Sister's fiance, I'll just call
him John, gets a call. As the sun's going down.
I notice how weirded out he is by what he's being told on the
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phone. He hangs up but definitely seems
freaked out. As we eat dinner.
I asked what's up but John just dismisses it, says it's nothing
serious. After dinner we start drinking
more and more. John starts ranting about his
boss, that's who was on the phone, says they found some dead
elephant and he wants John to gocheck it out.
John tells him it's too dark to see anything but he'll go
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tomorrow. John apologizes to me, tells me
he'll be busy working tomorrow. I say it's no problem.
John kind of drunk, feels reallybad, says we're supposed to be
bonding, but now he's leaving mein a shitty little shallot with
no company. Night goes on.
After a few more beers, John tells me that I should come with
him tomorrow. I'm reluctant, I don't love the
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idea of inspecting dead elephants.
John and sis says they'll go by helicopter, says it'll be much
better than driving in the heat.I agree to go too long.
Next day we eat breakfast and head to a small airstrip.
Helicopter looks rickety as fuckbut I feel like complaining
would be rude. There are lots of pre flight
procedures and we end up taking off just after midday.
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We fly around for about an hour,able to search a huge amount of
area really quickly. There's me, John, another
Ranger, a dude who I think was aRanger in training, and the
pilot. John and other Ranger have trank
rifles ready in case they need to inspect a live elephant up
close. Finally spot something about 3
elephants line in the sun. We land a few meters away and
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hop out. The stench is horrible.
Flies are everywhere. The corpses are half rotten and
half eaten. I think it's weird that three
elephants are dead together, butnot too shocking beyond that.
John and others are discussing something.
Conversation seemed pretty intense.
I try to join the conversation so I don't seem like the silent
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autism the group lurking in the background.
So I'm guessing some poachers shot them, huh?
Everyone looks at me and they all seem annoyed.
I think they were pissed that John invited ignore me, who
didn't know shit along with them.
Eventually John says. Doesn't seem like poachers.
The elephants still have their tusks.
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I hadn't thought of that and nowI felt like a dumbass.
They keep inspecting the bodies,and both Rangers seemed really
interested in one of these smaller ones.
It was lying on its side, but its face is pointed at an odd
angle towards the ground, like it'd been trying to stick its
head in the ground. Finally, the other Ranger
suggest we keep looking to see if there are any others.
We get back up into the air and fly around for about another
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hour. Ranger seems really troubled,
but we see nothing. We land and they have another
conversation about what to do next while I just sit there
awkwardly in the helicopter withmy feet hanging out.
We have some lunch and John informs me that we're going to
do search before heading back aswe only have fuel for about
another hour. We're flying back and forth so
we're only about 45 minutes fromthe airstrip.
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Before we finish eating. I overhear the Ranger tell John
that the smaller elephant reallyseemed like had a broken neck.
I blurred out. How the fuck does that happen?
Ranger just glares at me and keeps eating.
We finish eating and take off again and continue searching.
After about 30 minutes the pilottells us we're heading back and
turns towards home. But after just 5 minutes, the
Ranger in training starts pointing and shouting.
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Lying on the ground near a clearing of trees are about a
dozen dead elephants. The sun's going down and the
shadows from their corpses are easy to see stretching along the
ground. We land nearby and make our way
over. Smell is even worse than last
time and the bodies are ruined. I'm not much of the nature
lover, so I don't know exactly what animals can do to other
animals. Even so, I could tell some
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bodies have been picked at by scavengers.
Their stomachs were torn open and intestine spewed out
everywhere. Again, all the tusks were
present. I asked John if maybe somebody
had shot at them just for the fuck of it.
He says probably not. To kill this man, you need a
helicopter to fire from above. And when that happens, like when
they're tranked, they form a circle around the younger ones.
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But these bodies were all spreadout over a distance of a
kilometer or two, like they havebeen running away in a full on
panic. He then pointed out the state of
some of the other bodies. A couple had feet and legs
missing, which may be possible after being chewed on for a few
days, but I can't imagine why some lions and hyenas would go
for the legs and feet first while leaving the stomach
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untouched. After some inspecting, we all
ended up standing around the body of a smaller elephant,
maybe a teenager, who is missingits head.
I don't mean it's skin and fleshhad been picked off by birds and
wild dogs, I mean it's head, neck, and right shoulder were
gone like they have been pulled off.
Also, while this body was the smaller, it was still probably a
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couple tons and twice the heightof a human.
I actually wondered if someone had magically fed this thing a
stick of dynamite or something. At this point John and the other
Ranger are swearing and ranting about how fucked this all is,
but I think the rest of us knew that they were using anger to
cover up their growing confusionand worry.
After I let them vent a little Iask what we do now.
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The other Ranger snaps at me andsays we're going to go home and
try to figure out how to explainthis to the Department of
Environmental Affairs. We all start to head back to the
helicopter when the Ranger in training says what about the
hole? We all turn and look at him and
John says what hole? The Ranger in training starts
leading us towards a small hill while saying I thought you all
saw it when we flew overhead. Sure enough, there is.
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The side of this hill is a hole dug at maybe a 15 or 20° angle
downward. This thing is fucking massive.
It looks like a mole's hill, except that it's as big as a
subway tunnel. I asked John what I'm looking
at, still thinking that this is some natural phenomena I've
never heard about, but he just Mumbles like he has no idea.
Finally, the pilot asks if we'regoing in.
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What the fuck? What does this man just say?
I just look at him like he's a fucking crazy person, why the
fuck would we go in there? Luckily the other Ranger says
Nah and it's almost dark, let's just take some pictures and get
back. We'll report this and let
someone else figure it out. I'm beginning to like this dude.
We start walking back. The pilot and I take our time
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checking the body some more because the other three are
taking pictures and there's no hurry.
Although I did feel really creeped out, I didn't say
anything. Eventually we all end up in a
helicopter except the Ranger whohad climbed up a body and is
taking his last pictures. For some reason I only noticed
that how silent it was. No animals except flies when I
thought about, which was weird considering how much raw meat
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was present. As the Ranger jumps off the body
and starts heading back, we all hear a massive grating noise.
Sounded like something huge was shifting against the sand.
I immediately assume one of the elephants is still alive and is
trying to stand up. We all pile out of the
helicopter and make our way towards the noise.
I can't see anything because thelights are fading fast and the
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horizon is dotted with giant elephant carcasses.
I noticed John and the others are making their way up some
bodies, and I jump onto a nearbyfairly intact corpse to get a
vantage point as I Crest the elephant.
Never thought I'd type that sentence.
I stare out at the black silhouettes lying on the ground
against the afternoon sky. For a while I'd see nothing, but
suddenly my eyes pick up movement.
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At first I think it's something coming out of a hole, like it's
a fucking worm from Dune or something, and I tactically shit
my pants. Then I noticed that it seems to
be an elephant trying to drag itself into the hole.
John and the other Ranger are already down the carcasses and
heading for the hole, and the rest of us are following.
I'm not sure why, maybe we just wanted to see a living elephant
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after all these dead ones. I won't pretend it was rational,
and I can't speak for the others, but I just felt like if
we saw this thing up close we might be able to get some
understanding of what happened here.
We all come around the side of atruly massive dead elephant and
stare towards the entrance of the hole.
At this point the light was dying fast and a lot of detail
was lost in shadow of the tunnel, but I swear to God I saw
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enough to know I wasn't imagining anything.
Standing at the entrance to the hole is a person crouched over
like a gorilla. The hair was long and matted and
they were completely naked, but the real problem was their size.
This person was crouched over the elephant.
Their body was actually slightlycramped in this subway sized
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hole. The elephant's body looked like
big Gray dog next to this literal giant.
Its proportions were completely fucked.
Its top half was stretched out, inspiratory with arms as long as
a truck, folded so that it couldfit inside the tunnel, ending in
these wiry fingers with needle like claws.
Meanwhile, it's bottom half was stubby and emaciated.
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This thing's legs were human enough in appearance, though
each was the size of a fully grown man, but they were so
withered compared to the rest ofit that they almost seemed
vestigial. We came to see it just as it was
getting back into the tunnel. What it seemed like an elephant
crawling into the hole had actually been an elephant body
being dragged by the leg into the earth.
We all stood in abject horror asthis thing pulled at the
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elephant's corpse like a sack ofpotatoes.
We hadn't made a sound, but at some point it turned its head
around, not like it heard something, but rather like it
was a wild animal checking its surroundings from time to time.
Its eyes immediately snapped towards us.
This thing's face was so fucked up.
The eyes were white and Milky, but I could still tell that it
saw us. The nose was upturned like a bat
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and its mouth hung slightly openas it breathed, revealing
massive slab like teeth, like something you'd see in a hippos
mouth. They were all crooked and some
protruded out at odd angles, butthey all looked as hard as steel
and I could immediately imagine them tearing through the legs
and heads of the bodies we had seen so far.
The strangest part was the shapeof its head.
It seemed disfigured in bulbous like a fetus's skull.
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It also bent in on one side morethan the other.
The best way I can describe it is like the lady from the
painting in it, except wider andobviously fair larger.
The skin was very veiny, and although it's shoulders and back
were covered in dirt, it was as white as a sheet, almost to the
point of being translucent. The skin around its eyes had
enough wrinkles to almost act like eyebrows, which gave it a
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very surprise, slightly confusedlook.
After a split second of confusion, this thing's face
contorts into a look of absoluterage.
It lets out this fucking awful roar.
Sounds almost like the scream a deaf person might make, sort of
low in monotone, but it's loud enough that my hands
instinctively slam into my ears to try to block out the sound.
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We all start sprinting towards the helicopter.
John's shouting something, but my ears are ringing and it's too
muffled to make out. We all climb into the helicopter
in complete terror. I strap myself in and look back
towards the hole. This giant fucking monster is
clawing its way towards us. It's clearly moving as fast as
it can, but it's still pretty slow.
It's back legs are dragging along limply and is only moving
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by clawing at the ground. In elephant corpses it moves
like someone who's paralyzed from the waist down.
We all just sit there petrified and stare at it while the pilot
starts the helicopter. I remember watching it grab at
one of the larger elephants to try to use it as an anchor to
pull itself along. The elephant corpse literally
slid towards it like a fucking elephant corpse was not heavy
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enough for it to use it as a weight.
The helicopter starts to lift off and this thing reaches out
for us. It's still a long way off, but
it came as hell of a lot closer than I would have thought
possible. It's whole body is probably
longer than two school buses placed end to end.
Ranger fires his trank gun at it, but I honestly didn't even
see if it hit it or not. Although I'd be amazed if you
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missed that thing. We don't stay around.
Pilot turns the helicopter towards home.
We shoot back faster than I thought possible.
I think I heard another dull roar as we flew away, but my
ears are still ringing too much to be certain.
The rest of the night was a blur.
I don't remember much of the conversations after we landed,
but I wasn't content with just being back at the chalet.
I just felt like that thing was still crawling towards us in the
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night. It would eventually smash
through the little wooden shell that I was in.
I told John I was leaving right away and drove for about 6 hours
before pulling into a petrol station and falling asleep in my
car. When I woke up the next morning,
I kept driving until I got home.I got in the shower and just
stood there under the water for about an hour.
Eventually I called John. We spoke for a while about
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everything that happened. Apparently they had a massive
group to go together to go search the area, but when they
arrived they only found eight bodies and the hole had
partially collapsed. Over the next few weeks, John
told me about the attempts to track down whatever that thing
was, but eventually they gave upand some of the other Rangers
started to think that maybe we all just had a few too many
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beers and came up with all this shit.
Apparently he had quite a few arguments over what happened
that night. Elephant corpses keep showing up
near those holes, but nobody's willing to go walking into them
to see what's inside. After another week or two, John
quit that job and now he's working as a delivery man.
Now you're probably wondering why you haven't heard about any
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of this. Well, you can find some stories
about it, but most of them attribute the deaths to some
kind of pandemic that spread through the population.
You'll also notice that they omit most of the pictures.
They'll only show you pictures of the more intact elephants
that you don't wonder how such amassive creatures can get pulled
limb from limb. And they'll never show you the
holes dug in and out of the ground.
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Bampin with Samosi, maybe not spooky but scary when it
happened. Still a little jumpy with noises
background. Have an alcoholic mother with
bad choice and boyfriend material.
Part one. I've been living in the forest
near my house for about 3 weeks alone.
Sleeping in trees, dumpster diving for food, going to the
YMCA to shower and do laundry somewhat regularly.
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I spend most of my time developing skills to not die.
Black bears and stuff in the region.
I had my trusty beau for this whole thing.
No funds yet. One night while I'm trying to
find a comfy tree to sleep in, Ihear dogs barking.
Figure it's just some redneck stupid dogs over at the farm on
the edge of the woods rustling in the distance.
More barking, a lot closer this time.
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Decide to get into a tree as soon as I get around six feet
off the ground, dogs burst into the clearing I was walking in.
Dogs were definitely not owned by anybody.
Haggard looking, no collars, feral dogs.
I keep climbing up to get more out of reach for the things
because 6 feet felt a little lowof the ground.
Dogs notice me and start runningaround the tree barking and
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jumping. One big fucking dog can jump a
little higher than the low branch I was on.
Definitely glad I moved up. Six dogs, German shepherd, 2
golden retrievers, A mutt, smallish bulldog and big ass
Rottweiler. I begin throwing sticks to the
dogs to scare them off. Smaller dogs move away from the
bottom of the tree. Shepherd and Rot could be no
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less concerned with the sticks. Consider shooting the dogs with
my bow. Figure I shouldn't because the
corpse could attract bears and Idon't want to dig a hole or deal
with more bears. The dogs eventually fuck off and
I wait another hour before climbing out of the tree.
Nearly dark, so I find the tree with wide branches and post up
as high as I could get. Time myself in for the night,
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drift to sleep holding my bow atthe ready in case of bears.
Part 2 Climb down out of the tree When the sun rises,
invisibility is up again. Luckily no fog this morning so
nothing to worry about on the ground.
Walk about four miles through the woods towards the river that
runs through it. I follow the river to town
because no roads border it and there are convenient paths along
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it. On my way to town I see paw
prints from those dogs right along the river.
I stop and listen for anything that sounds ominous, continuing
on my merry way because nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
I get close to town and stash mybow to avoid getting harassed by
cops. Q Washing clothes, dumpster
diving for supplies. Shower afterward and going back
for the forest. Get close to where I stash my
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bow. Paw prints everywhere.
The little fucks are following me.
Grab my bow and climb a nearby tree for a vantage point.
See the dogs on the other side of a little stream that runs
into the river. Determine path to get around the
buggers and take it. Walk back to the middle of the
forest where I try to stay to avoid contact.
Slash arrest as quietly as possible.
Don't hear the dogs at all. Standard woodland noises like
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squirrels and bugs and birds. Immediately upon getting to the
area I stay. Smell wet dog and hear twigs
snap in the underbrush. Climb the closest tree like I
was getting paid for it. Three of the dogs react as soon
as I make a move and burst out of the bushes at me.
I made into the tree in time to not get killed, which is good.
Dog circling tree. I decide that I'm not dealing
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with this the rest of the time I'm out here, however long that
may be. Launch an arrow down at one of
the bastards and hits it right in the neck, right behind the
skull, dead on impact, and fallsto the ground without a sound.
No more mud. Other dogs run over to it and
drag it off into the woods. I hear them crunching bones and
ripping flesh. They took my arrow.
I'm down to four until they leave the corpse.
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Part 3. I don't have enough arrows to
kill the rest of the dogs and ifI miss or only wound them then I
could expect to be in this tree all day long.
Dogs leave the corpse about 3 hours of ripping into it.
I can only hope a bear didn't wander up and scare them off.
Might not be able to kill a bearbefore it kills me if I go to
the ground. I stay in the tree for a few
more hours. It's getting dark again.
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Dark in the forest is what horror movie directors are
dreaming of when they make a scene in the dark.
I tactically out of the tree andwait a few minutes before moving
away from the base to be sure that nothing is going to pop out
of me. Wander over to the corpse of the
dog. I retrieve my arrow and dip out
of the area, make it about 1/2 mile before I realize it's
getting too dark to stay on the ground.
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Walk to the nearest visible treethat looks habitable here,
rustling in the underbrush and immediately pull up my bow up to
the sound. A ridiculously fat squirrel pops
out of the Bush and make it movetowards it and it dips out.
Consider killing the damn thing for food.
Realize cooking it might be hardand dogs would probably just
roll up as soon as they smelled it.
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Climb the tree that looked like a great choice and tie in for
the night. Wake up early in the morning to
what I hope is a raccoon fuckingaround and the sticks around my
tree. Look down to see a black bear.
Tactically shit my pants and stare at it to make sure it
isn't going to climb the tree. I yell to scare the thing off.
Looks at me like I'm R worded lumbers away.
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Recover from that and climb downafter I can't hear it anymore.
This morning is a bit chilly andthe dew is just ridiculous.
Still no fog luckily. I start a small fire to get the
cold out of my bones. Barely got it going because of
dew. After a bit I douse the fire and
loose dirt, wait for it to die out and leave the area.
No dogs yet today. Feeling pretty good.
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Still uneasy and jumpy though. Part 4.
As the day drags on I start getting more confident that the
dogs might be off somewhere elseafter I killed their pal.
Continue my daily routine of wandering around looking at
stuff and trying to find places to sleep that look comfy.
Suddenly barking. Really close barking, run to a
tree and climb up as fast as possible.
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Dogs come peeling into the clearing I'm in.
They keep barking and circling the tree and jumping.
I pull back on my bow and aim for the big dog.
Hopefully it'll fuck up the pack.
I hit the big dog in the shoulder, he drops for a second
then starts ripping at the arrow.
Managed to pull it out and keep running around barking.
Apparently it hit bone and just sort of stopped.
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Draw again and aim for a smallerdog so I can actually kill it,
hopefully distracting the other dogs.
Hit ribs. Dog starts howling in pain and
runs out of the clearing. Other dogs start chasing it and
run it down quick. Hear pitiful howling from the
dog as the others eat it. Retrieve her down.
Hideous bone crunching noises and flesh tearing noises
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accompanied by howling and growling.
Wait the dogs out and collect arrows.
The first one was bent from the teeth of the Rottweiler.
The second one was bent from thestruggle. 3 arrows left, four
dogs left. I start making traps in my free
time, hoping to kill the things more efficiently with less arrow
loss. No such luck.
Four days, not one trap has sprung, much less killed
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anything. Dogs are making forays into my
area more. At night I start waking up from
little noises, sometimes the dog, sometimes not.
Even when it was the dogs, I couldn't see them.
Sleep deprivation seemed like a tactic way over the head of a
dog, but these bastards were good at it.
Getting sluggish during the day because these folks wouldn't let
me sleep. Reaction time started dropping
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and they seemed to know. Bastards started to make more
runs at me during the day. I'm glad they never really
figured out laying in wait. Part 5 almost done.
Sleep deprived and too tired to do much else.
I started sleeping during the day and just sitting in trees.
The dogs wouldn't make attempts to get me in the trees during
the day anymore. They went until night or when I
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was walking. I started getting really jumpy
from random noises and I was getting mild hallucinations from
the lack of sleep. Bad combo.
About a week after I killed the most recent dog they started
coming in during the day while Iwas in a tree.
I noticed some of them had new wounds.
I first thought maybe a bear, but I noticed that they were
really aggressive with each other now constantly trying to
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bite each other if one so much have bumped into another.
I drew my bow again for the big 1 and hit square in the chest,
right under the neck from the front.
It made a hideous wheezy noise and started to run around
aimlessly. The other dog started to go for
it, but it killed the small bulldog pretty quickly and the
rest backed off 3 dogs, another dying.
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Watching the dogs try to drag the bulldog and fight the rot at
the same time was interesting. The rot was starting to hack up
foaming blood. As it was about to lay down, the
shepherd ran from the side and bowed it over, bending my arrow
and killing the rot. The remaining retriever in The
shepherd didn't even bother to pull the dogs into the bushes,
but started ripping them apart right under me.
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I think they'd forgotten I was there.
I quietly drew back my second last arrow and caught the
retriever behind the ear with itdropped immediately and did not
make a noise. I drew back my last arrow and
tried to peg the shepherd with it, but he must have heard the
last shot and ran away as soon as I was about to shoot.
I still loosen the arrow I thought I missed because he made
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into the underbrush. When I went to retrieve the
arrows I saw blood where he ran off to.
Part 6 last bit. The next day I walked back to
the clearing. The dogs were ripped up and
there were some bare tracks. I started to follow the blood
trail to find the hopefully deaddog.
It led to a stream and I couldn't find the dog or where
he went from the stream. I heard groundling after I
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crossed the stream. I couldn't figure out the source
so I climbed up a little bit. It was dying in a clearing just
past some rotting logs. I took my last arrow and
launched it into the dog's chestto kill it quickly.
Clean kill, could see it stop breathing from where I was.
Retrieved my final functional arrow and decided I'd had it
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with the Force for a while. Went back to my mom's house
totally unconcerned with her bullshit.
I'm new to X more of AK Amando LMAO so bear with me on this.
It also just happened tonight when I was coming back home so
I'm a little spook. Still coming back from hanging
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out with Bros playing video. By the time I'm leaving it's
pitch black because he lives outin the vineyards and empty
farmland so no streetlights out there.
The clouds also have been rolling in all day so it's
really thick now. So no star or moonlight. 1995
Toyota 4 runner with shitty lights.
So yeet high beans it is. I also just recently finalized a
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kit for my forerunner stuff liketools and all.
My dad got me a few fuzzies, oneof them a bit older.
Decide to fuck around and burn off the older one because it
goes bad entirely. After driving around for 15 or
so minutes. I'm secluded enough to where no
cars might drive by and get confused by the flare.
After fucking around with the striker caps because the old one
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was bad, I got it to ignite after about maybe 3 minutes of a
burning and I start waving it around because why not.
As I'm holding it and taking pics because my aesthetics, I
start looking around taking in pitch black scenery.
As I look towards I think what was maybe the east, I see a
single green dot similar to an animal eye.
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Seconds later a couple more pairs.
At first I'm like maybe these are coyotes because this is
their territory. But then I realized that's not
how light refraction works with a fucking Rd. flare.
I didn't have any lights on my car and they dots were almost
half a football field away. I get fucking scared and start
backing towards my car and pull out a fucking pellet pistol from
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under my seat. All the while the probably 7 or
so eyes or dots not moving keep looking at me.
Now I'm at about half of the fuzzy.
It's a 20 minute 1. So I put another in my pocket
and with the pellet pistol on myother hand I start approaching
the dots. Jesus I didn't know how long
that actually was till I posted it.
Part 2. As I get closer I realized that
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the dots keep moving back. No matter how many steps I take,
it never gets closer. I'm starting to get doubts and I
begin to think maybe it was a packing house or a granary or
something that turn on its lights.
It was only 8 or 9 at the time. After about 5:00 or so minutes
of just walking in a decent distance away from my car, I say
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fuck it and aim and shoot at oneof the dots.
One shot and a fucking disappears while the others
fucking stay. Holy fuck shit.
No no no no no. I fucking throw my remaining sum
of a flare at the shit and because of it being old as fuck,
it goes out once it hits the ground.
When the flare goes out, my eyesor whatever grow much bigger.
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I'm fucking shitting my pants. I empty the mag of like 20 in
the general direction and once it's empty I still it in a
pocket and like the second flareI had with me I strike it and
cuz this one's newer it burns better and brighter.
The dots are still there, only this time it's missing the one I
shot. And another interestingly Part
3. As I reach my forerunner I see a
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fucking silhouette under the thing.
I'm scared shitless now because I left the extra pistol mag in
my car and the dots were growingbigger now to the size of a
corridor from where I was at. I say F it and Sprint towards my
car with a flare pointed down toilluminate the ground as much as
possible. The thing under my car darts off
into the fields away from me. I'm so pumped with adrenaline
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that at this point I just get into my car and start it in
floor without closing the door or disposing of the flare.
As I'm bouncing my head on the potholes I try to turn on my
headlights and nothing happens. But I'm too scared and pumped to
care so I keep driving using what little light I have to
drive. I had a pothole kind of bad and
dropped the flare on an accidentbut at least gives me an excuse
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to close the door. After about 5:00 or so minutes
of driving, at almost 50 I reacha liquor store with the light on
and a couple Mexican farmer dudes chilling outside.
Part 4 final bit with the kit I got.
All the while trying to calm down.
I tried to troubleshoot why noneof the driving lights work.
I also notice I can see they flare down the road from where I
come. Still gotta love Orion flares,
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their brightest fuck. One of the guys who speaks
unbroken English asked why I don't have lights on and I chat
with him for a bit and saying things like I'm trying to find
out and why and all and eventually we get onto the
subject about what I saw. I described to him the green
dots in the silhouette under my car, the size of a toddler by
the way and he's nodding all thewhile but with a ever growing
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expression of fear or something.I eventually tell him I shot at
it a couple of times and point to the pistol I've got and he
freezes up and gives me a stare of I don't even know how to
describe it like hatred and sadness and walks inside the
liquor store. I shrug it off and get back to
work on the lights. I remove one of the headlights
and find the filaments inside the bulbs are just gone, non
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existent. I go through all six headlights,
DLR and turn signal bulbs and not a single one had a filament.
I go to the tail lights and samestory.
I was super pissed off at the time because I was a good 25
minute drive away from home. I'm also super perplexed because
I drove to the spot with my headlights on and everything.
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At this point I don't care and replace them with the spares
I've got. I need to go back there tomorrow
when there's lights to see wherethe fuck I threw that stump and
where the other flare dropped. And also get the fucking
filamentless bulbs. I was super stupid to throw
those away here. That shit isn't normal.
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Time for some FNOCI. Don't even give a shit if anyone
believes me, I just want to get it off my chest.
Live in boonies, basically forest gerrymandered by houses
and farms that go in and out of repair.
There are several other houses right by mine, but I talked to
the neighbors. Exactly none.
In fact, I'm glad for because the community looks like some
straight up silent hillshit. Sometimes there's like a weekly
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spoopy happening to the point where I got so bored with it I
just shrug it off as the status quo.
Several weeks back this changed.The time is 10:00 AM and I'm
savoring being a lazy F for not having to go into work that day.
Drifting in and out of sleep andsuddenly an ear slitting roar.
All of my what? Check laptop.
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I do comedy YouTube playlist to help me get to sleep.
Just music tends to put me on edge for whatever reason.
To see if it's possibly an ad. No ad playing halfway through 2
hour video. Nothing in Darkseed 2 makes the
sound I just heard, even if it had been something lat loud,
would have blown out my laptop'srather shitty speakers.
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Slightly confused, turn off pending alarm and drift in and
out of consciousness with laptopon bed so I can roll over and
check it if I hear it again. Two hours later, halfway
conscious squeak. Motherfucker, forget about me.
The roar both sounded louder andcloser, as well as clearer.
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It sounded like the bastard child of a bear.
Roar in the foghorn. Cry Godzilla makes tactically
what sounded like it came from behind the house.
Decide I'm not saving until I find out what made that noise.
Grab lightly ruined oaken hikingstaff.
Grab fireplace poker. Bathe both in ash as whatever
the fuck made that noise was clearly not of this effing earth
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anyways. Trek in a woods.
Check glove compass to double check I haven't been turned
around like I had woven before in the same woods.
Glove compass is going beyond nuts.
Spinning like a top, occasionally pointing towards
direction of clearing. I visited before with friends.
I am a clearly sane, rational and level headed individual.
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So obviously so obviously. I go towards the noise as I get
closer here, thrashing in the clearing as well as a cow.
There's a dairy farm next to my house but I don't recall farmer
Dan breeding effing mutants. Start to see shit that's clearly
off. Large movements through the gaps
in the tree line. Low rumbling sound.
Unnatural heat. Suddenly very glad I hadn't
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changed out of my sleeping shorts.
Occasional burn mark on the ground.
Yes I am that R word in the horror movie that moves towards
the live Hellmouth apparently. Eventually get to clearing to
see what the ruckus is about. Peek out from behind the tree.
It's a effing dragon. Or at least that's what I'm
assume. Think less Tolkien, more
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Lovecraft and a pale grey skin that looks like boiled con Jack
to the point where it apparentlyactively wet.
It was hexapotl balanced on 6 squat legs that looked like an
elephant's more than anything. There were a pair of massive
wings on its back that looked like they could actually lift
the monstrosity off the ground. Even folded they seemed beyond
massive. It's tail looked like it had
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been stumped, not in the way that it had been cut off, but
there was some sort of bulbous mass where the tail was supposed
to continue. And then there was its head and
neck. It was like some kind of effed
up xenomorph recess is where it's eyes obviously should have
been, but they they seemed to have skin over them, yellow
teeth sticking out. It's closed ma on both sides,
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painted red with the gore of thecow.
And it just finished eating. And that's when my brain got a
chance to catch up from Holy Fuck Dragon and got a chance to
look at the rest of the clearing.
It was totally scorched, like basically everything was
blackened. Hear snapping noise in woods
roughly to the left of me. Dragon looks up, it's head is
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pointed in a decidingly uncomfortable at me position.
Hide behind tree. What smells like ozone suddenly
rushing. Sound like a damn burst about to
look from behind tree, but my judgement gets the best of me.
Good thing because I suddenly find myself a yard from a large
stream of aggressive something. To this day I can't figure out
what exactly it was going out ofgreen texture for a second.
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It didn't seem to be exactly fire or a flammable substance.
The movement was too jerky. But it didn't spark or crack
like electricity, and I still have the right half of my body
so I'm guessing it wasn't plasma, but it sure as fuck
burning anything it touched. A spark got kicked up and burnt
a sizable hole in my shirt. Begin tactically praying an old
Norse. Once the fire dies down, figure
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I'm not escaping so I might as well go out fighting.
Jump out from behind tree ready to S word charge.
A dragon here wrestling from same spot as before.
Boom, same roar as before, followed by some deciding.
The unpleasant shrieking large gaping hole opened in IR recess
here shouting. Get the fuck away from my cows,
you fucker. Holy shit.
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It's Farmer Dan. Not looking at him.
Focusing on big effort, it unfurls its wings and starts
flapping and takes to the sky with surprisingly expendency for
something that had a torso the size of an RV, and it certainly
felt like a large aircraft had just taken off.
I was nearly bowled over from the force of the wind.
It circles in the air once before heading out towards the
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lake. Stand there for a moment, just
plain vanilla dumbfounded. More movement.
Brandish fireplace poker. Farmer Dan is now about 10 feet
from me. The gun in his hands looked like
an old style break action, but the barrels were ridiculously
large in diameter. My brain finally processes the
fact that I'm being asked a question.
Ain't on What the fuck are you doing out here?
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Try my hardest to point out thatthis is not the most important
question to be asked in this situation.
Finally managed to coax an answer out of him.
Apparently several of his Longhorns went missing from the
pasture and he caught sight of it, moving to that clearing
after one more had disappeared. Hunter friends had apparently
reported some weird ongoings on in his backwoods to him.
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Said they'd found some freaky shit and some big ass nest.
Only one dead cow in this fucking clearing however, and no
nest to be seen. My brain refused to examine the
possible meaning of those facts of the time.
Ask him about the gun, says he uses it to hunt whatever goes
after his cows. The inflection implied that this
was not the first supernatural entity he'd shot at using the
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shotgun. Farmer Dan stops me before I get
back on the path. Don't tell nobody about this.
Ain't on no use causing a fuss over some fairy tale nonsense.
I am not about to disagree with a man holding what I can only
assume is A2 or less gauge. Walk back home and fall asleep.
Wake up later that day, assumingit was all some sort of effed up
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dream. Look down and notice hole and
shirt was legitimately there. Brain reeling for not dragon
related answers. Half heartedly settle on this
somehow being the shirt I'd burned slightly during a bonfire
several years beforehand. Forced to confront reality when
I noticed said shirt lying on the floor.
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Decide then and there. I'm moving to the largest city I
can get to so I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore.
There was a huge rainstorm the next day, so a lot of the char
was washed out. But sure the F enough, when I
went back to that clearing a several days later it was filled
with moral mushrooms, so it had to have been scorched at some
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point. I don't know what the FI saw,
and I don't know if Kay would have any better idea of what it
was, but if I ever know that thing's in the area again, I'm
finding as many Kamandos as possible and leading realities.
Probably first dragon slain raidbe me.
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B-15 2009. Loved Call of Duty 4 so much.
Loved all gilled up so much. Favorite level.
I would also often reenact levels in my yard with imaginary
guns and stuff. I was also abnormally tall for
15. This is important.
Like 6-2 heard seemer prom was coming up and since I was a
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sophomore I couldn't go. Girl across the street was
having people over for pictures.Now at Proms what happens is
that when you go to take photos people park their cars bumper to
bumper. Reminded me of all gilled up
when Mac, Millian, and Price crawl under the cars.
This gave me an idea. From what I learned from
Stephanie the girl across the street, they were going to go
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drinking and shit in the nature reserve after prom.
Maybe have some S figure I mightspy on them and pretend one is
Zakave and shoot him. Borrow my friend's Gilly suit.
Wait until prom when everyone's taking photos.
I put on the Gilly suit. It was a little dark by this
time, 7:00 and I had cover. It's a bloody convention out
there. When they leave, crawl out and
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stay low. I say as I see the crowd.
I wait for one of the dads to move, Hold, he moves, OK, go.
And so I ran exactly as Macmillan does, while even
making the sounds of the music from that level start crawling
under the cars. Holy autism.
It's a bit of a tighter squeeze than I thought, pretty tough,
but I'm skinny so it works. When I get to the end of the
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cars, people are starting to leave.
I say F it and run out from one of the cars over to a tree in my
neighbor's lawn. I hear someone say what the F
was that? I run to the beginning of the
woods and look back. People are looking in my
direction, mostly kids. They look sort of shaken.
They keep wondering what it was that ran past them.
I run back to my house when I see one of the dads and one of
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the seniors named Jake start to walk across the street.
I say to myself, what the bloodyhell was that trying to get us
killed? Night comes.
I pass the time. Plane MW2, no Macmillan.
I'm sad. In the woods, I see lights.
It's the seniors. No, what's the ultramationalist?
Kills a Kev. Throw on my ghillie suit.
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Run into the forest, stalk the seniors, about 10 of them,
through the trails. I'm snapping a lot of twigs and
shit following them. What the F was that?
One of them says. What?
It's me. I run to a safer location.
Hello. Stephanie calls out.
If they see me, everyone will think I'm autistic.
They keep walking and I realize I got too close to them.
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I say in a horrible Scottish accent.
Are you daft? Stay out of the radioactive
areas. What the fuck is that?
One of them says. What was that?
They're seriously scared. They book it to the campsite and
I tiptoe behind them. When they get there they set up
camp. I live in the South so one of
the guys brings a gun. His dad is complaining I brought
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in case that thing from Stephanie's house come back.
What if that was it earlier? On our way here.
OMG stop. The females whimper.
Newson like a choir of alley cats, The guy Dave looks into
the woods with his guns while his date starts drinking and
inviting him to join her. He's got his eyes fixed in the
woods. I pretend he's an ultra
nationalist who spotted me. I run for cover.
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I heard something, he shouts. Everyone's getting scared.
Girls want to go home. The men decide to be noble and
go find the F first. Stalking them.
I bolt. An hour later, I'm still in the
nature preserve looking for a way out.
All of a sudden I run into the guys.
I pretend it's that part of all gilled up.
When Price and Macmillan crawl through the grass pass of the
ultra nationalist patrol. I go prone and try to slip past
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them. Instead I lay down in deer shit
and get it smeared on my friendsGilly suit.
But I continue. Macmillan would have wanted it.
They passed me talking about thecreature they saw.
Lol what? What did you see Jake?
It was huge like 6 feet and Harry as fucking it was like
walking like an out of limp. I do not walk like that.
I do not walk like that. I should probably point out my
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Mac Millan impression sounds like I have a bunch of marbles
in my mouth while I get deep throated by Mendigo and Danny D
at the same time. I do my accent and say with all
of my autism pooch don't look too friendly.
They freak the fuck out and I run.
I heard it, that's it. I keep running and see lights,
maybe I'm home. Nope, campsite.
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A girl shines the light into thewoods.
It hits me. Macmillan would be disappointed.
Hello. Say nothing, just stare.
Macmillan would have shot her. What do you want, creep?
A girl waves to my attention, hold down my mask to see if she
would recognize me from school so she wouldn't be scared.
I smile, but due to my autism I smile really wide and with eyes
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wide like a deer getting ass rammed.
I wave but it's cold as fuck so I'm shaking a ton and it looks
like I'm having a seizure. A scream.
It's mimicking us. The thing is here.
Stephanie shouts. I run again.
I kept running that night but ran into the group again.
Turns out they had split up to search for the creature, but two
of them, Susie and Noah, got lost.
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They're calling out for Susie. I like Susie in this fit, so I
shot my Scottish accent. Oy Susie.
A guy shoots at me with his AR McMillan would have topped him.
He's shooting wildly. Killed that effing monster. 1
shouts. I run out of there while
screaming loudly. Susie.
Susie. Hoping that they'll know I'm
helping, I slip and fall into a small pit.
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Did you smell that thing? One says.
I'm still spotted in deer shed. They follow my trail and Dave
reaches the edge of the pit. Found it.
He cries. Then he slips and falls in, hits
his head on a rock. Is alcohol bleeding?
I scream and bolt. I can hear the group screaming.
It got Dave. They think I killed Dave.
Target neutralized, I say. Eventually I realized I've been
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going in circles because I end the back at camp.
I get an idea, trash it, throw shit around and set things on
fire. Then I say look at this place,
50,000 people used to live in the city, now it's a ghost town.
Never seen anything like it. When the group comes back they
see their camp trashed. They left Dave in the woods for
some reason. I was really cold so I threw on
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some of Noah's extra clothes to keep warm.
They see me. Noah one shouts.
I'm confused. Noah.
They stop my face when I'm stillusing my Scottish accent.
They're frozen. When one girl tries to approach
me, Jake pulls her back. That's not Noah anymore, he
says. Noah was a class clown and had a
lot of funny cap phrases, so calm them down.
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I do an impression of him and say what's wagon?
This scares them even more. Apparently he said that right
before he disappeared. What?
Jake charges me. I run getting sick of hearing
that. He catches me.
I'm bigger so I punch him and hefalls.
I run him by his leg into the dark to punch him more.
The group is screaming, the others are too scared to help.
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I beat him up while shouting Macmillan lines in a Scottish
accent. It sounds like William Wallace
but had suddenly come out of thetrees and decided to savage one
of the group members. He's bloody and I run so I won't
get into trouble. The group freaks out.
I stagger a lot leaving blood all over the trees and stuff.
My hand hurts from punching him a ton.
I scream. More screaming from the woods.
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I get back home, shower and playall gillet up for real.
When I return my friends gillet suit and he tells me that
apparently there's like a hairy monster man in the woods.
I'm scared until I read the newspaper.
Blood trails all over the woods.2 teens beaten and bloodied.
Suzu is found stuck in mud. They never found Noah.
Jake and Dave ended up in a hospital.
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Friends say they saw Noah attackJake and then disappear.
Say the creature was dark, hairy, smelly, ran fast, was
tall and gaunt, and mimicked humans.
Two years later, some Anon postsabout it on B called it a
skinwalker. My face when I was a skinwalker.
Macmillan would have been proud.And wow, that last story was
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just so funny. I really haven't read a four
chance story like that. He was, you know, exactly what
the title of the video says, bizarre.
That was a bizarre and, you know, funny story.
The first few stories were definitely not, you know, as
funny, but the last one was justhilarious to me.
I thought, you know, whoever wrote it had a great sense of
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humor. They're funny.
And I like to believe that a lotof guys like this out there,
they are the cause and roots of a lot of Skinwalker stories.
So I'll think of this story every time I read a Skinwalker
story now. But yeah, I thought that last
one was really funny. I enjoyed all the last or all
the other ones as well. If you're still watching, please
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comment down below what you thought about the last story
because yeah, I just thought it was hilarious.
It was super funny. And thank you so much for
watching. I appreciate you all.
You guys are the best. Please like the video and
subscribe to the channel helps more than you know and check out
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channel. If you enjoyed this video, I'm
sure you'll enjoy a lot more. I really appreciate you sticking
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around and this is Snook and I'll see you next time.
Bye.
Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to other 4 Chan
Stories video. And today we're getting into
some bizarre 4 Chan stories. I love these videos and you guys
seem to love them too. These stories are bizarre,
weird, scary and strange. And you'll want to stick around,
grab a snack, grab some water, get hydrated, sit back, relax.
And yeah, I'm excited to get into these.
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And if you haven't already, please like the video and
subscribe to the channel. That helps more than you know.
And I just appreciate you being here.
Thank you so much. And enough happened.
Without further ado, so let's get into some bizarre 4 Chan
stories scary story slash urban legend thread.
Here's one that happened to me afew months back.
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I want to stress that you can literally Google this incident
if you want proof, although the articles I've been reading have
been highly sanitized, which is part of the reason I'm posting
this. Be me, South African, going on a
trip to Botswana. My sister is marrying a guy
who's a game Ranger and I'm going on this trip to spend time
with the dude and get to know him.
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I'm supposed to be the best man at the wedding even though we
barely know each other. I arrive after a really long
drive, spend first day drinking and driving dirt bikes around,
generally having a great time. Next day, Sister's fiance
suggests we go driving around the outskirts of the Acha Veggio
Delta in an attempt to see some wildlife.
I agree. We go driving around and manage
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to spot some giraffes, leopards,hippos, and some different
birds. Really fun, but insanely fucking
hot. No elephant spotted.
This comes up later. Eventually we head back to the
place we've been staying at. Each night.
We start to cook and drink. Sister's fiance, I'll just call
him John, gets a call. As the sun's going down.
I notice how weirded out he is by what he's being told on the
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phone. He hangs up but definitely seems
freaked out. As we eat dinner.
I asked what's up but John just dismisses it, says it's nothing
serious. After dinner we start drinking
more and more. John starts ranting about his
boss, that's who was on the phone, says they found some dead
elephant and he wants John to gocheck it out.
John tells him it's too dark to see anything but he'll go
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tomorrow. John apologizes to me, tells me
he'll be busy working tomorrow. I say it's no problem.
John kind of drunk, feels reallybad, says we're supposed to be
bonding, but now he's leaving mein a shitty little shallot with
no company. Night goes on.
After a few more beers, John tells me that I should come with
him tomorrow. I'm reluctant, I don't love the
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idea of inspecting dead elephants.
John and sis says they'll go by helicopter, says it'll be much
better than driving in the heat.I agree to go too long.
Next day we eat breakfast and head to a small airstrip.
Helicopter looks rickety as fuckbut I feel like complaining
would be rude. There are lots of pre flight
procedures and we end up taking off just after midday.
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We fly around for about an hour,able to search a huge amount of
area really quickly. There's me, John, another
Ranger, a dude who I think was aRanger in training, and the
pilot. John and other Ranger have trank
rifles ready in case they need to inspect a live elephant up
close. Finally spot something about 3
elephants line in the sun. We land a few meters away and
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hop out. The stench is horrible.
Flies are everywhere. The corpses are half rotten and
half eaten. I think it's weird that three
elephants are dead together, butnot too shocking beyond that.
John and others are discussing something.
Conversation seemed pretty intense.
I try to join the conversation so I don't seem like the silent
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autism the group lurking in the background.
So I'm guessing some poachers shot them, huh?
Everyone looks at me and they all seem annoyed.
I think they were pissed that John invited ignore me, who
didn't know shit along with them.
Eventually John says. Doesn't seem like poachers.
The elephants still have their tusks.
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I hadn't thought of that and nowI felt like a dumbass.
They keep inspecting the bodies,and both Rangers seemed really
interested in one of these smaller ones.
It was lying on its side, but its face is pointed at an odd
angle towards the ground, like it'd been trying to stick its
head in the ground. Finally, the other Ranger
suggest we keep looking to see if there are any others.
We get back up into the air and fly around for about another
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hour. Ranger seems really troubled,
but we see nothing. We land and they have another
conversation about what to do next while I just sit there
awkwardly in the helicopter withmy feet hanging out.
We have some lunch and John informs me that we're going to
do search before heading back aswe only have fuel for about
another hour. We're flying back and forth so
we're only about 45 minutes fromthe airstrip.
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Before we finish eating. I overhear the Ranger tell John
that the smaller elephant reallyseemed like had a broken neck.
I blurred out. How the fuck does that happen?
Ranger just glares at me and keeps eating.
We finish eating and take off again and continue searching.
After about 30 minutes the pilottells us we're heading back and
turns towards home. But after just 5 minutes, the
Ranger in training starts pointing and shouting.
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Lying on the ground near a clearing of trees are about a
dozen dead elephants. The sun's going down and the
shadows from their corpses are easy to see stretching along the
ground. We land nearby and make our way
over. Smell is even worse than last
time and the bodies are ruined. I'm not much of the nature
lover, so I don't know exactly what animals can do to other
animals. Even so, I could tell some
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bodies have been picked at by scavengers.
Their stomachs were torn open and intestine spewed out
everywhere. Again, all the tusks were
present. I asked John if maybe somebody
had shot at them just for the fuck of it.
He says probably not. To kill this man, you need a
helicopter to fire from above. And when that happens, like when
they're tranked, they form a circle around the younger ones.
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But these bodies were all spreadout over a distance of a
kilometer or two, like they havebeen running away in a full on
panic. He then pointed out the state of
some of the other bodies. A couple had feet and legs
missing, which may be possible after being chewed on for a few
days, but I can't imagine why some lions and hyenas would go
for the legs and feet first while leaving the stomach
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untouched. After some inspecting, we all
ended up standing around the body of a smaller elephant,
maybe a teenager, who is missingits head.
I don't mean it's skin and fleshhad been picked off by birds and
wild dogs, I mean it's head, neck, and right shoulder were
gone like they have been pulled off.
Also, while this body was the smaller, it was still probably a
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couple tons and twice the heightof a human.
I actually wondered if someone had magically fed this thing a
stick of dynamite or something. At this point John and the other
Ranger are swearing and ranting about how fucked this all is,
but I think the rest of us knew that they were using anger to
cover up their growing confusionand worry.
After I let them vent a little Iask what we do now.
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The other Ranger snaps at me andsays we're going to go home and
try to figure out how to explainthis to the Department of
Environmental Affairs. We all start to head back to the
helicopter when the Ranger in training says what about the
hole? We all turn and look at him and
John says what hole? The Ranger in training starts
leading us towards a small hill while saying I thought you all
saw it when we flew overhead. Sure enough, there is.
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The side of this hill is a hole dug at maybe a 15 or 20° angle
downward. This thing is fucking massive.
It looks like a mole's hill, except that it's as big as a
subway tunnel. I asked John what I'm looking
at, still thinking that this is some natural phenomena I've
never heard about, but he just Mumbles like he has no idea.
Finally, the pilot asks if we'regoing in.
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What the fuck? What does this man just say?
I just look at him like he's a fucking crazy person, why the
fuck would we go in there? Luckily the other Ranger says
Nah and it's almost dark, let's just take some pictures and get
back. We'll report this and let
someone else figure it out. I'm beginning to like this dude.
We start walking back. The pilot and I take our time
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checking the body some more because the other three are
taking pictures and there's no hurry.
Although I did feel really creeped out, I didn't say
anything. Eventually we all end up in a
helicopter except the Ranger whohad climbed up a body and is
taking his last pictures. For some reason I only noticed
that how silent it was. No animals except flies when I
thought about, which was weird considering how much raw meat
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was present. As the Ranger jumps off the body
and starts heading back, we all hear a massive grating noise.
Sounded like something huge was shifting against the sand.
I immediately assume one of the elephants is still alive and is
trying to stand up. We all pile out of the
helicopter and make our way towards the noise.
I can't see anything because thelights are fading fast and the
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horizon is dotted with giant elephant carcasses.
I noticed John and the others are making their way up some
bodies, and I jump onto a nearbyfairly intact corpse to get a
vantage point as I Crest the elephant.
Never thought I'd type that sentence.
I stare out at the black silhouettes lying on the ground
against the afternoon sky. For a while I'd see nothing, but
suddenly my eyes pick up movement.
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At first I think it's something coming out of a hole, like it's
a fucking worm from Dune or something, and I tactically shit
my pants. Then I noticed that it seems to
be an elephant trying to drag itself into the hole.
John and the other Ranger are already down the carcasses and
heading for the hole, and the rest of us are following.
I'm not sure why, maybe we just wanted to see a living elephant
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after all these dead ones. I won't pretend it was rational,
and I can't speak for the others, but I just felt like if
we saw this thing up close we might be able to get some
understanding of what happened here.
We all come around the side of atruly massive dead elephant and
stare towards the entrance of the hole.
At this point the light was dying fast and a lot of detail
was lost in shadow of the tunnel, but I swear to God I saw
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enough to know I wasn't imagining anything.
Standing at the entrance to the hole is a person crouched over
like a gorilla. The hair was long and matted and
they were completely naked, but the real problem was their size.
This person was crouched over the elephant.
Their body was actually slightlycramped in this subway sized
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hole. The elephant's body looked like
big Gray dog next to this literal giant.
Its proportions were completely fucked.
Its top half was stretched out, inspiratory with arms as long as
a truck, folded so that it couldfit inside the tunnel, ending in
these wiry fingers with needle like claws.
Meanwhile, it's bottom half was stubby and emaciated.
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This thing's legs were human enough in appearance, though
each was the size of a fully grown man, but they were so
withered compared to the rest ofit that they almost seemed
vestigial. We came to see it just as it was
getting back into the tunnel. What it seemed like an elephant
crawling into the hole had actually been an elephant body
being dragged by the leg into the earth.
We all stood in abject horror asthis thing pulled at the
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elephant's corpse like a sack ofpotatoes.
We hadn't made a sound, but at some point it turned its head
around, not like it heard something, but rather like it
was a wild animal checking its surroundings from time to time.
Its eyes immediately snapped towards us.
This thing's face was so fucked up.
The eyes were white and Milky, but I could still tell that it
saw us. The nose was upturned like a bat
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and its mouth hung slightly openas it breathed, revealing
massive slab like teeth, like something you'd see in a hippos
mouth. They were all crooked and some
protruded out at odd angles, butthey all looked as hard as steel
and I could immediately imagine them tearing through the legs
and heads of the bodies we had seen so far.
The strangest part was the shapeof its head.
It seemed disfigured in bulbous like a fetus's skull.
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It also bent in on one side morethan the other.
The best way I can describe it is like the lady from the
painting in it, except wider andobviously fair larger.
The skin was very veiny, and although it's shoulders and back
were covered in dirt, it was as white as a sheet, almost to the
point of being translucent. The skin around its eyes had
enough wrinkles to almost act like eyebrows, which gave it a
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very surprise, slightly confusedlook.
After a split second of confusion, this thing's face
contorts into a look of absoluterage.
It lets out this fucking awful roar.
Sounds almost like the scream a deaf person might make, sort of
low in monotone, but it's loud enough that my hands
instinctively slam into my ears to try to block out the sound.
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We all start sprinting towards the helicopter.
John's shouting something, but my ears are ringing and it's too
muffled to make out. We all climb into the helicopter
in complete terror. I strap myself in and look back
towards the hole. This giant fucking monster is
clawing its way towards us. It's clearly moving as fast as
it can, but it's still pretty slow.
It's back legs are dragging along limply and is only moving
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by clawing at the ground. In elephant corpses it moves
like someone who's paralyzed from the waist down.
We all just sit there petrified and stare at it while the pilot
starts the helicopter. I remember watching it grab at
one of the larger elephants to try to use it as an anchor to
pull itself along. The elephant corpse literally
slid towards it like a fucking elephant corpse was not heavy
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enough for it to use it as a weight.
The helicopter starts to lift off and this thing reaches out
for us. It's still a long way off, but
it came as hell of a lot closer than I would have thought
possible. It's whole body is probably
longer than two school buses placed end to end.
Ranger fires his trank gun at it, but I honestly didn't even
see if it hit it or not. Although I'd be amazed if you
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missed that thing. We don't stay around.
Pilot turns the helicopter towards home.
We shoot back faster than I thought possible.
I think I heard another dull roar as we flew away, but my
ears are still ringing too much to be certain.
The rest of the night was a blur.
I don't remember much of the conversations after we landed,
but I wasn't content with just being back at the chalet.
I just felt like that thing was still crawling towards us in the
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night. It would eventually smash
through the little wooden shell that I was in.
I told John I was leaving right away and drove for about 6 hours
before pulling into a petrol station and falling asleep in my
car. When I woke up the next morning,
I kept driving until I got home.I got in the shower and just
stood there under the water for about an hour.
Eventually I called John. We spoke for a while about
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everything that happened. Apparently they had a massive
group to go together to go search the area, but when they
arrived they only found eight bodies and the hole had
partially collapsed. Over the next few weeks, John
told me about the attempts to track down whatever that thing
was, but eventually they gave upand some of the other Rangers
started to think that maybe we all just had a few too many
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beers and came up with all this shit.
Apparently he had quite a few arguments over what happened
that night. Elephant corpses keep showing up
near those holes, but nobody's willing to go walking into them
to see what's inside. After another week or two, John
quit that job and now he's working as a delivery man.
Now you're probably wondering why you haven't heard about any
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of this. Well, you can find some stories
about it, but most of them attribute the deaths to some
kind of pandemic that spread through the population.
You'll also notice that they omit most of the pictures.
They'll only show you pictures of the more intact elephants
that you don't wonder how such amassive creatures can get pulled
limb from limb. And they'll never show you the
holes dug in and out of the ground.
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Bampin with Samosi, maybe not spooky but scary when it
happened. Still a little jumpy with noises
background. Have an alcoholic mother with
bad choice and boyfriend material.
Part one. I've been living in the forest
near my house for about 3 weeks alone.
Sleeping in trees, dumpster diving for food, going to the
YMCA to shower and do laundry somewhat regularly.
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I spend most of my time developing skills to not die.
Black bears and stuff in the region.
I had my trusty beau for this whole thing.
No funds yet. One night while I'm trying to
find a comfy tree to sleep in, Ihear dogs barking.
Figure it's just some redneck stupid dogs over at the farm on
the edge of the woods rustling in the distance.
More barking, a lot closer this time.
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Decide to get into a tree as soon as I get around six feet
off the ground, dogs burst into the clearing I was walking in.
Dogs were definitely not owned by anybody.
Haggard looking, no collars, feral dogs.
I keep climbing up to get more out of reach for the things
because 6 feet felt a little lowof the ground.
Dogs notice me and start runningaround the tree barking and
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jumping. One big fucking dog can jump a
little higher than the low branch I was on.
Definitely glad I moved up. Six dogs, German shepherd, 2
golden retrievers, A mutt, smallish bulldog and big ass
Rottweiler. I begin throwing sticks to the
dogs to scare them off. Smaller dogs move away from the
bottom of the tree. Shepherd and Rot could be no
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less concerned with the sticks. Consider shooting the dogs with
my bow. Figure I shouldn't because the
corpse could attract bears and Idon't want to dig a hole or deal
with more bears. The dogs eventually fuck off and
I wait another hour before climbing out of the tree.
Nearly dark, so I find the tree with wide branches and post up
as high as I could get. Time myself in for the night,
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drift to sleep holding my bow atthe ready in case of bears.
Part 2 Climb down out of the tree When the sun rises,
invisibility is up again. Luckily no fog this morning so
nothing to worry about on the ground.
Walk about four miles through the woods towards the river that
runs through it. I follow the river to town
because no roads border it and there are convenient paths along
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it. On my way to town I see paw
prints from those dogs right along the river.
I stop and listen for anything that sounds ominous, continuing
on my merry way because nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
I get close to town and stash mybow to avoid getting harassed by
cops. Q Washing clothes, dumpster
diving for supplies. Shower afterward and going back
for the forest. Get close to where I stash my
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bow. Paw prints everywhere.
The little fucks are following me.
Grab my bow and climb a nearby tree for a vantage point.
See the dogs on the other side of a little stream that runs
into the river. Determine path to get around the
buggers and take it. Walk back to the middle of the
forest where I try to stay to avoid contact.
Slash arrest as quietly as possible.
Don't hear the dogs at all. Standard woodland noises like
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squirrels and bugs and birds. Immediately upon getting to the
area I stay. Smell wet dog and hear twigs
snap in the underbrush. Climb the closest tree like I
was getting paid for it. Three of the dogs react as soon
as I make a move and burst out of the bushes at me.
I made into the tree in time to not get killed, which is good.
Dog circling tree. I decide that I'm not dealing
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with this the rest of the time I'm out here, however long that
may be. Launch an arrow down at one of
the bastards and hits it right in the neck, right behind the
skull, dead on impact, and fallsto the ground without a sound.
No more mud. Other dogs run over to it and
drag it off into the woods. I hear them crunching bones and
ripping flesh. They took my arrow.
I'm down to four until they leave the corpse.
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Part 3. I don't have enough arrows to
kill the rest of the dogs and ifI miss or only wound them then I
could expect to be in this tree all day long.
Dogs leave the corpse about 3 hours of ripping into it.
I can only hope a bear didn't wander up and scare them off.
Might not be able to kill a bearbefore it kills me if I go to
the ground. I stay in the tree for a few
more hours. It's getting dark again.
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Dark in the forest is what horror movie directors are
dreaming of when they make a scene in the dark.
I tactically out of the tree andwait a few minutes before moving
away from the base to be sure that nothing is going to pop out
of me. Wander over to the corpse of the
dog. I retrieve my arrow and dip out
of the area, make it about 1/2 mile before I realize it's
getting too dark to stay on the ground.
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Walk to the nearest visible treethat looks habitable here,
rustling in the underbrush and immediately pull up my bow up to
the sound. A ridiculously fat squirrel pops
out of the Bush and make it movetowards it and it dips out.
Consider killing the damn thing for food.
Realize cooking it might be hardand dogs would probably just
roll up as soon as they smelled it.
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Climb the tree that looked like a great choice and tie in for
the night. Wake up early in the morning to
what I hope is a raccoon fuckingaround and the sticks around my
tree. Look down to see a black bear.
Tactically shit my pants and stare at it to make sure it
isn't going to climb the tree. I yell to scare the thing off.
Looks at me like I'm R worded lumbers away.
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Recover from that and climb downafter I can't hear it anymore.
This morning is a bit chilly andthe dew is just ridiculous.
Still no fog luckily. I start a small fire to get the
cold out of my bones. Barely got it going because of
dew. After a bit I douse the fire and
loose dirt, wait for it to die out and leave the area.
No dogs yet today. Feeling pretty good.
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Still uneasy and jumpy though. Part 4.
As the day drags on I start getting more confident that the
dogs might be off somewhere elseafter I killed their pal.
Continue my daily routine of wandering around looking at
stuff and trying to find places to sleep that look comfy.
Suddenly barking. Really close barking, run to a
tree and climb up as fast as possible.
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Dogs come peeling into the clearing I'm in.
They keep barking and circling the tree and jumping.
I pull back on my bow and aim for the big dog.
Hopefully it'll fuck up the pack.
I hit the big dog in the shoulder, he drops for a second
then starts ripping at the arrow.
Managed to pull it out and keep running around barking.
Apparently it hit bone and just sort of stopped.
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Draw again and aim for a smallerdog so I can actually kill it,
hopefully distracting the other dogs.
Hit ribs. Dog starts howling in pain and
runs out of the clearing. Other dogs start chasing it and
run it down quick. Hear pitiful howling from the
dog as the others eat it. Retrieve her down.
Hideous bone crunching noises and flesh tearing noises
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accompanied by howling and growling.
Wait the dogs out and collect arrows.
The first one was bent from the teeth of the Rottweiler.
The second one was bent from thestruggle. 3 arrows left, four
dogs left. I start making traps in my free
time, hoping to kill the things more efficiently with less arrow
loss. No such luck.
Four days, not one trap has sprung, much less killed
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anything. Dogs are making forays into my
area more. At night I start waking up from
little noises, sometimes the dog, sometimes not.
Even when it was the dogs, I couldn't see them.
Sleep deprivation seemed like a tactic way over the head of a
dog, but these bastards were good at it.
Getting sluggish during the day because these folks wouldn't let
me sleep. Reaction time started dropping
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and they seemed to know. Bastards started to make more
runs at me during the day. I'm glad they never really
figured out laying in wait. Part 5 almost done.
Sleep deprived and too tired to do much else.
I started sleeping during the day and just sitting in trees.
The dogs wouldn't make attempts to get me in the trees during
the day anymore. They went until night or when I
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was walking. I started getting really jumpy
from random noises and I was getting mild hallucinations from
the lack of sleep. Bad combo.
About a week after I killed the most recent dog they started
coming in during the day while Iwas in a tree.
I noticed some of them had new wounds.
I first thought maybe a bear, but I noticed that they were
really aggressive with each other now constantly trying to
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bite each other if one so much have bumped into another.
I drew my bow again for the big 1 and hit square in the chest,
right under the neck from the front.
It made a hideous wheezy noise and started to run around
aimlessly. The other dog started to go for
it, but it killed the small bulldog pretty quickly and the
rest backed off 3 dogs, another dying.
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Watching the dogs try to drag the bulldog and fight the rot at
the same time was interesting. The rot was starting to hack up
foaming blood. As it was about to lay down, the
shepherd ran from the side and bowed it over, bending my arrow
and killing the rot. The remaining retriever in The
shepherd didn't even bother to pull the dogs into the bushes,
but started ripping them apart right under me.
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I think they'd forgotten I was there.
I quietly drew back my second last arrow and caught the
retriever behind the ear with itdropped immediately and did not
make a noise. I drew back my last arrow and
tried to peg the shepherd with it, but he must have heard the
last shot and ran away as soon as I was about to shoot.
I still loosen the arrow I thought I missed because he made
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into the underbrush. When I went to retrieve the
arrows I saw blood where he ran off to.
Part 6 last bit. The next day I walked back to
the clearing. The dogs were ripped up and
there were some bare tracks. I started to follow the blood
trail to find the hopefully deaddog.
It led to a stream and I couldn't find the dog or where
he went from the stream. I heard groundling after I
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crossed the stream. I couldn't figure out the source
so I climbed up a little bit. It was dying in a clearing just
past some rotting logs. I took my last arrow and
launched it into the dog's chestto kill it quickly.
Clean kill, could see it stop breathing from where I was.
Retrieved my final functional arrow and decided I'd had it
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with the Force for a while. Went back to my mom's house
totally unconcerned with her bullshit.
I'm new to X more of AK Amando LMAO so bear with me on this.
It also just happened tonight when I was coming back home so
I'm a little spook. Still coming back from hanging
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out with Bros playing video. By the time I'm leaving it's
pitch black because he lives outin the vineyards and empty
farmland so no streetlights out there.
The clouds also have been rolling in all day so it's
really thick now. So no star or moonlight. 1995
Toyota 4 runner with shitty lights.
So yeet high beans it is. I also just recently finalized a
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kit for my forerunner stuff liketools and all.
My dad got me a few fuzzies, oneof them a bit older.
Decide to fuck around and burn off the older one because it
goes bad entirely. After driving around for 15 or
so minutes. I'm secluded enough to where no
cars might drive by and get confused by the flare.
After fucking around with the striker caps because the old one
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was bad, I got it to ignite after about maybe 3 minutes of a
burning and I start waving it around because why not.
As I'm holding it and taking pics because my aesthetics, I
start looking around taking in pitch black scenery.
As I look towards I think what was maybe the east, I see a
single green dot similar to an animal eye.
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Seconds later a couple more pairs.
At first I'm like maybe these are coyotes because this is
their territory. But then I realized that's not
how light refraction works with a fucking Rd. flare.
I didn't have any lights on my car and they dots were almost
half a football field away. I get fucking scared and start
backing towards my car and pull out a fucking pellet pistol from
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under my seat. All the while the probably 7 or
so eyes or dots not moving keep looking at me.
Now I'm at about half of the fuzzy.
It's a 20 minute 1. So I put another in my pocket
and with the pellet pistol on myother hand I start approaching
the dots. Jesus I didn't know how long
that actually was till I posted it.
Part 2. As I get closer I realized that
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the dots keep moving back. No matter how many steps I take,
it never gets closer. I'm starting to get doubts and I
begin to think maybe it was a packing house or a granary or
something that turn on its lights.
It was only 8 or 9 at the time. After about 5:00 or so minutes
of just walking in a decent distance away from my car, I say
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fuck it and aim and shoot at oneof the dots.
One shot and a fucking disappears while the others
fucking stay. Holy fuck shit.
No no no no no. I fucking throw my remaining sum
of a flare at the shit and because of it being old as fuck,
it goes out once it hits the ground.
When the flare goes out, my eyesor whatever grow much bigger.
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I'm fucking shitting my pants. I empty the mag of like 20 in
the general direction and once it's empty I still it in a
pocket and like the second flareI had with me I strike it and
cuz this one's newer it burns better and brighter.
The dots are still there, only this time it's missing the one I
shot. And another interestingly Part
3. As I reach my forerunner I see a
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fucking silhouette under the thing.
I'm scared shitless now because I left the extra pistol mag in
my car and the dots were growingbigger now to the size of a
corridor from where I was at. I say F it and Sprint towards my
car with a flare pointed down toilluminate the ground as much as
possible. The thing under my car darts off
into the fields away from me. I'm so pumped with adrenaline
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that at this point I just get into my car and start it in
floor without closing the door or disposing of the flare.
As I'm bouncing my head on the potholes I try to turn on my
headlights and nothing happens. But I'm too scared and pumped to
care so I keep driving using what little light I have to
drive. I had a pothole kind of bad and
dropped the flare on an accidentbut at least gives me an excuse
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to close the door. After about 5:00 or so minutes
of driving, at almost 50 I reacha liquor store with the light on
and a couple Mexican farmer dudes chilling outside.
Part 4 final bit with the kit I got.
All the while trying to calm down.
I tried to troubleshoot why noneof the driving lights work.
I also notice I can see they flare down the road from where I
come. Still gotta love Orion flares,
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their brightest fuck. One of the guys who speaks
unbroken English asked why I don't have lights on and I chat
with him for a bit and saying things like I'm trying to find
out and why and all and eventually we get onto the
subject about what I saw. I described to him the green
dots in the silhouette under my car, the size of a toddler by
the way and he's nodding all thewhile but with a ever growing
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expression of fear or something.I eventually tell him I shot at
it a couple of times and point to the pistol I've got and he
freezes up and gives me a stare of I don't even know how to
describe it like hatred and sadness and walks inside the
liquor store. I shrug it off and get back to
work on the lights. I remove one of the headlights
and find the filaments inside the bulbs are just gone, non
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existent. I go through all six headlights,
DLR and turn signal bulbs and not a single one had a filament.
I go to the tail lights and samestory.
I was super pissed off at the time because I was a good 25
minute drive away from home. I'm also super perplexed because
I drove to the spot with my headlights on and everything.
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At this point I don't care and replace them with the spares
I've got. I need to go back there tomorrow
when there's lights to see wherethe fuck I threw that stump and
where the other flare dropped. And also get the fucking
filamentless bulbs. I was super stupid to throw
those away here. That shit isn't normal.
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Time for some FNOCI. Don't even give a shit if anyone
believes me, I just want to get it off my chest.
Live in boonies, basically forest gerrymandered by houses
and farms that go in and out of repair.
There are several other houses right by mine, but I talked to
the neighbors. Exactly none.
In fact, I'm glad for because the community looks like some
straight up silent hillshit. Sometimes there's like a weekly
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spoopy happening to the point where I got so bored with it I
just shrug it off as the status quo.
Several weeks back this changed.The time is 10:00 AM and I'm
savoring being a lazy F for not having to go into work that day.
Drifting in and out of sleep andsuddenly an ear slitting roar.
All of my what? Check laptop.
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I do comedy YouTube playlist to help me get to sleep.
Just music tends to put me on edge for whatever reason.
To see if it's possibly an ad. No ad playing halfway through 2
hour video. Nothing in Darkseed 2 makes the
sound I just heard, even if it had been something lat loud,
would have blown out my laptop'srather shitty speakers.
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Slightly confused, turn off pending alarm and drift in and
out of consciousness with laptopon bed so I can roll over and
check it if I hear it again. Two hours later, halfway
conscious squeak. Motherfucker, forget about me.
The roar both sounded louder andcloser, as well as clearer.
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It sounded like the bastard child of a bear.
Roar in the foghorn. Cry Godzilla makes tactically
what sounded like it came from behind the house.
Decide I'm not saving until I find out what made that noise.
Grab lightly ruined oaken hikingstaff.
Grab fireplace poker. Bathe both in ash as whatever
the fuck made that noise was clearly not of this effing earth
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anyways. Trek in a woods.
Check glove compass to double check I haven't been turned
around like I had woven before in the same woods.
Glove compass is going beyond nuts.
Spinning like a top, occasionally pointing towards
direction of clearing. I visited before with friends.
I am a clearly sane, rational and level headed individual.
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So obviously so obviously. I go towards the noise as I get
closer here, thrashing in the clearing as well as a cow.
There's a dairy farm next to my house but I don't recall farmer
Dan breeding effing mutants. Start to see shit that's clearly
off. Large movements through the gaps
in the tree line. Low rumbling sound.
Unnatural heat. Suddenly very glad I hadn't
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changed out of my sleeping shorts.
Occasional burn mark on the ground.
Yes I am that R word in the horror movie that moves towards
the live Hellmouth apparently. Eventually get to clearing to
see what the ruckus is about. Peek out from behind the tree.
It's a effing dragon. Or at least that's what I'm
assume. Think less Tolkien, more
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Lovecraft and a pale grey skin that looks like boiled con Jack
to the point where it apparentlyactively wet.
It was hexapotl balanced on 6 squat legs that looked like an
elephant's more than anything. There were a pair of massive
wings on its back that looked like they could actually lift
the monstrosity off the ground. Even folded they seemed beyond
massive. It's tail looked like it had
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been stumped, not in the way that it had been cut off, but
there was some sort of bulbous mass where the tail was supposed
to continue. And then there was its head and
neck. It was like some kind of effed
up xenomorph recess is where it's eyes obviously should have
been, but they they seemed to have skin over them, yellow
teeth sticking out. It's closed ma on both sides,
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painted red with the gore of thecow.
And it just finished eating. And that's when my brain got a
chance to catch up from Holy Fuck Dragon and got a chance to
look at the rest of the clearing.
It was totally scorched, like basically everything was
blackened. Hear snapping noise in woods
roughly to the left of me. Dragon looks up, it's head is
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pointed in a decidingly uncomfortable at me position.
Hide behind tree. What smells like ozone suddenly
rushing. Sound like a damn burst about to
look from behind tree, but my judgement gets the best of me.
Good thing because I suddenly find myself a yard from a large
stream of aggressive something. To this day I can't figure out
what exactly it was going out ofgreen texture for a second.
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It didn't seem to be exactly fire or a flammable substance.
The movement was too jerky. But it didn't spark or crack
like electricity, and I still have the right half of my body
so I'm guessing it wasn't plasma, but it sure as fuck
burning anything it touched. A spark got kicked up and burnt
a sizable hole in my shirt. Begin tactically praying an old
Norse. Once the fire dies down, figure
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I'm not escaping so I might as well go out fighting.
Jump out from behind tree ready to S word charge.
A dragon here wrestling from same spot as before.
Boom, same roar as before, followed by some deciding.
The unpleasant shrieking large gaping hole opened in IR recess
here shouting. Get the fuck away from my cows,
you fucker. Holy shit.
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It's Farmer Dan. Not looking at him.
Focusing on big effort, it unfurls its wings and starts
flapping and takes to the sky with surprisingly expendency for
something that had a torso the size of an RV, and it certainly
felt like a large aircraft had just taken off.
I was nearly bowled over from the force of the wind.
It circles in the air once before heading out towards the
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lake. Stand there for a moment, just
plain vanilla dumbfounded. More movement.
Brandish fireplace poker. Farmer Dan is now about 10 feet
from me. The gun in his hands looked like
an old style break action, but the barrels were ridiculously
large in diameter. My brain finally processes the
fact that I'm being asked a question.
Ain't on What the fuck are you doing out here?
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Try my hardest to point out thatthis is not the most important
question to be asked in this situation.
Finally managed to coax an answer out of him.
Apparently several of his Longhorns went missing from the
pasture and he caught sight of it, moving to that clearing
after one more had disappeared. Hunter friends had apparently
reported some weird ongoings on in his backwoods to him.
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Said they'd found some freaky shit and some big ass nest.
Only one dead cow in this fucking clearing however, and no
nest to be seen. My brain refused to examine the
possible meaning of those facts of the time.
Ask him about the gun, says he uses it to hunt whatever goes
after his cows. The inflection implied that this
was not the first supernatural entity he'd shot at using the
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shotgun. Farmer Dan stops me before I get
back on the path. Don't tell nobody about this.
Ain't on no use causing a fuss over some fairy tale nonsense.
I am not about to disagree with a man holding what I can only
assume is A2 or less gauge. Walk back home and fall asleep.
Wake up later that day, assumingit was all some sort of effed up
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dream. Look down and notice hole and
shirt was legitimately there. Brain reeling for not dragon
related answers. Half heartedly settle on this
somehow being the shirt I'd burned slightly during a bonfire
several years beforehand. Forced to confront reality when
I noticed said shirt lying on the floor.
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Decide then and there. I'm moving to the largest city I
can get to so I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore.
There was a huge rainstorm the next day, so a lot of the char
was washed out. But sure the F enough, when I
went back to that clearing a several days later it was filled
with moral mushrooms, so it had to have been scorched at some
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point. I don't know what the FI saw,
and I don't know if Kay would have any better idea of what it
was, but if I ever know that thing's in the area again, I'm
finding as many Kamandos as possible and leading realities.
Probably first dragon slain raidbe me.
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B-15 2009. Loved Call of Duty 4 so much.
Loved all gilled up so much. Favorite level.
I would also often reenact levels in my yard with imaginary
guns and stuff. I was also abnormally tall for
15. This is important.
Like 6-2 heard seemer prom was coming up and since I was a
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sophomore I couldn't go. Girl across the street was
having people over for pictures.Now at Proms what happens is
that when you go to take photos people park their cars bumper to
bumper. Reminded me of all gilled up
when Mac, Millian, and Price crawl under the cars.
This gave me an idea. From what I learned from
Stephanie the girl across the street, they were going to go
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drinking and shit in the nature reserve after prom.
Maybe have some S figure I mightspy on them and pretend one is
Zakave and shoot him. Borrow my friend's Gilly suit.
Wait until prom when everyone's taking photos.
I put on the Gilly suit. It was a little dark by this
time, 7:00 and I had cover. It's a bloody convention out
there. When they leave, crawl out and
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stay low. I say as I see the crowd.
I wait for one of the dads to move, Hold, he moves, OK, go.
And so I ran exactly as Macmillan does, while even
making the sounds of the music from that level start crawling
under the cars. Holy autism.
It's a bit of a tighter squeeze than I thought, pretty tough,
but I'm skinny so it works. When I get to the end of the
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cars, people are starting to leave.
I say F it and run out from one of the cars over to a tree in my
neighbor's lawn. I hear someone say what the F
was that? I run to the beginning of the
woods and look back. People are looking in my
direction, mostly kids. They look sort of shaken.
They keep wondering what it was that ran past them.
I run back to my house when I see one of the dads and one of
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the seniors named Jake start to walk across the street.
I say to myself, what the bloodyhell was that trying to get us
killed? Night comes.
I pass the time. Plane MW2, no Macmillan.
I'm sad. In the woods, I see lights.
It's the seniors. No, what's the ultramationalist?
Kills a Kev. Throw on my ghillie suit.
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Run into the forest, stalk the seniors, about 10 of them,
through the trails. I'm snapping a lot of twigs and
shit following them. What the F was that?
One of them says. What?
It's me. I run to a safer location.
Hello. Stephanie calls out.
If they see me, everyone will think I'm autistic.
They keep walking and I realize I got too close to them.
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I say in a horrible Scottish accent.
Are you daft? Stay out of the radioactive
areas. What the fuck is that?
One of them says. What was that?
They're seriously scared. They book it to the campsite and
I tiptoe behind them. When they get there they set up
camp. I live in the South so one of
the guys brings a gun. His dad is complaining I brought
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in case that thing from Stephanie's house come back.
What if that was it earlier? On our way here.
OMG stop. The females whimper.
Newson like a choir of alley cats, The guy Dave looks into
the woods with his guns while his date starts drinking and
inviting him to join her. He's got his eyes fixed in the
woods. I pretend he's an ultra
nationalist who spotted me. I run for cover.
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I heard something, he shouts. Everyone's getting scared.
Girls want to go home. The men decide to be noble and
go find the F first. Stalking them.
I bolt. An hour later, I'm still in the
nature preserve looking for a way out.
All of a sudden I run into the guys.
I pretend it's that part of all gilled up.
When Price and Macmillan crawl through the grass pass of the
ultra nationalist patrol. I go prone and try to slip past
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them. Instead I lay down in deer shit
and get it smeared on my friendsGilly suit.
But I continue. Macmillan would have wanted it.
They passed me talking about thecreature they saw.
Lol what? What did you see Jake?
It was huge like 6 feet and Harry as fucking it was like
walking like an out of limp. I do not walk like that.
I do not walk like that. I should probably point out my
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Mac Millan impression sounds like I have a bunch of marbles
in my mouth while I get deep throated by Mendigo and Danny D
at the same time. I do my accent and say with all
of my autism pooch don't look too friendly.
They freak the fuck out and I run.
I heard it, that's it. I keep running and see lights,
maybe I'm home. Nope, campsite.
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A girl shines the light into thewoods.
It hits me. Macmillan would be disappointed.
Hello. Say nothing, just stare.
Macmillan would have shot her. What do you want, creep?
A girl waves to my attention, hold down my mask to see if she
would recognize me from school so she wouldn't be scared.
I smile, but due to my autism I smile really wide and with eyes
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wide like a deer getting ass rammed.
I wave but it's cold as fuck so I'm shaking a ton and it looks
like I'm having a seizure. A scream.
It's mimicking us. The thing is here.
Stephanie shouts. I run again.
I kept running that night but ran into the group again.
Turns out they had split up to search for the creature, but two
of them, Susie and Noah, got lost.
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They're calling out for Susie. I like Susie in this fit, so I
shot my Scottish accent. Oy Susie.
A guy shoots at me with his AR McMillan would have topped him.
He's shooting wildly. Killed that effing monster. 1
shouts. I run out of there while
screaming loudly. Susie.
Susie. Hoping that they'll know I'm
helping, I slip and fall into a small pit.
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Did you smell that thing? One says.
I'm still spotted in deer shed. They follow my trail and Dave
reaches the edge of the pit. Found it.
He cries. Then he slips and falls in, hits
his head on a rock. Is alcohol bleeding?
I scream and bolt. I can hear the group screaming.
It got Dave. They think I killed Dave.
Target neutralized, I say. Eventually I realized I've been
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going in circles because I end the back at camp.
I get an idea, trash it, throw shit around and set things on
fire. Then I say look at this place,
50,000 people used to live in the city, now it's a ghost town.
Never seen anything like it. When the group comes back they
see their camp trashed. They left Dave in the woods for
some reason. I was really cold so I threw on
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some of Noah's extra clothes to keep warm.
They see me. Noah one shouts.
I'm confused. Noah.
They stop my face when I'm stillusing my Scottish accent.
They're frozen. When one girl tries to approach
me, Jake pulls her back. That's not Noah anymore, he
says. Noah was a class clown and had a
lot of funny cap phrases, so calm them down.
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I do an impression of him and say what's wagon?
This scares them even more. Apparently he said that right
before he disappeared. What?
Jake charges me. I run getting sick of hearing
that. He catches me.
I'm bigger so I punch him and hefalls.
I run him by his leg into the dark to punch him more.
The group is screaming, the others are too scared to help.
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I beat him up while shouting Macmillan lines in a Scottish
accent. It sounds like William Wallace
but had suddenly come out of thetrees and decided to savage one
of the group members. He's bloody and I run so I won't
get into trouble. The group freaks out.
I stagger a lot leaving blood all over the trees and stuff.
My hand hurts from punching him a ton.
I scream. More screaming from the woods.
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I get back home, shower and playall gillet up for real.
When I return my friends gillet suit and he tells me that
apparently there's like a hairy monster man in the woods.
I'm scared until I read the newspaper.
Blood trails all over the woods.2 teens beaten and bloodied.
Suzu is found stuck in mud. They never found Noah.
Jake and Dave ended up in a hospital.
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Friends say they saw Noah attackJake and then disappear.
Say the creature was dark, hairy, smelly, ran fast, was
tall and gaunt, and mimicked humans.
Two years later, some Anon postsabout it on B called it a
skinwalker. My face when I was a skinwalker.
Macmillan would have been proud.And wow, that last story was
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just so funny. I really haven't read a four
chance story like that. He was, you know, exactly what
the title of the video says, bizarre.
That was a bizarre and, you know, funny story.
The first few stories were definitely not, you know, as
funny, but the last one was justhilarious to me.
I thought, you know, whoever wrote it had a great sense of
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humor. They're funny.
And I like to believe that a lotof guys like this out there,
they are the cause and roots of a lot of Skinwalker stories.
So I'll think of this story every time I read a Skinwalker
story now. But yeah, I thought that last
one was really funny. I enjoyed all the last or all
the other ones as well. If you're still watching, please
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comment down below what you thought about the last story
because yeah, I just thought it was hilarious.
It was super funny. And thank you so much for
watching. I appreciate you all.
You guys are the best. Please like the video and
subscribe to the channel helps more than you know and check out
another story video if you want or just another video on the
channel. If you enjoyed this video, I'm
sure you'll enjoy a lot more. I really appreciate you sticking
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around and this is Snook and I'll see you next time.
Bye.
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