June 30, 2025 • 51 mins
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Hey, what's up guys? And we'll go back to another
four Chance Stories video. And today we're getting into
some cursed 4 Chan stories. You guys have been loving these
videos and I've been loving recording them.
And yeah, all these stories are super interesting, unique,
weird, and you know, in today's videos case cursed.
So it's going to be interesting,it's going to be spooky and it's
going to be scary. So you're going to want to stick
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And yeah, I'm really excited to get into these stories.
Today's, you know, stories are super interesting, like I said.
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And yeah. All right, without further ado,
let's get into some cursed 4 Chan stories thread to see if
anyone has heard of slash scene similar events of the past week.
Colorado Front Range of the Rockies.
Be me. Be at a graduation party with
Bros and girlfriend. Girlfriend is main character of
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the story circa 11:00 PM outsidea friend's house which is the
middle of a heavily wooded area.Hanging out with the Bros talk.
It's rowdy and S word. Girlfriend leaves in mild
disgust. Boys will be boys type reaction.
A couple minutes later the guys leave and I head back into the
house to find girlfriend. No girlfriend.
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I go to the porch and call out for her into the woods.
Silence. A couple moments later I hear
her blood curdling scream and she comes running out of the
darkness. Hang on.
I saw a little candlelight in the woods and I followed it to
see what it was and I think I saw bear me.
You should never follow strange lights into the woods.
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You never know where they might lead her.
But the lights were so pretty. I I wanted to know what they
were. Yeah, don't.
Next day, nightfall, we're in our respective homes
approximately 50 miles away. We're texting.
She says. I see a floating light again.
Wait. Now there's more than one.
Me. Just don't leave your house, OK?
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Running through my head are stories of Willow the wisps and
corpse candles and the paranormal equivalent of an
anglerfish. Her.
But they're so lovely, I really want to know what they are.
Me. Please don't follow them.
It's not a good idea to go out in the woods alone at night.
Don't worry, I'm just on my backporch watching them.
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I'm like OK, just stay safe. Leave for a bit to play them
dank video games. Get a text an hour later saying
basically now that you're asleepand can't worry about me, I'm
going to investigate those lights.
Don't worry, I'll be fine. Bitch, what?
To be continued, photo she took of the lights outside of her
house. I start texting her asking
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what's going on, asking her to go back inside, telling her to
be safe, etcetera. She text me back, shitting
herself, utterly scared out of her mind.
Hang on. I chased the lights into the
woods and out in the darkness I saw a huge thing that was too
big to be a person but was walking on his hind legs.
Me actively questioning what kind of woman I'm dating, Why
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did he go out there? That was really dangerous and
whatever you saw could be life threatening.
She's mortified and profusely apologizing for being so stupid.
Literally the next night and coincidentally tonight we're
talking on the phone after I getoff work and I'm trying to get
her to promise me that she won'tgo chasing those lights again.
For some reason she becomes stubborn and won't promise that
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she'll stay inside that night. She's home alone, house on the
edge of the woods. There's no moon and it's
snowing. She still won't fucking promise
to stay inside. We get into a fight, she gets
upset, drinks a Margarita. She's a lightweight so she gets
tipsy immediately. Still won't promise to stay
inside. We're still arguing when
suddenly she goes quiet, whispering hang on, that thing
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is outside my house right now. I can see it's silhouette and I
can hear it walking suppressed. I told you so.
She starts losing her shit and freaking outs and I'm trying to
do in a very least keep her calm.
She's literally watching something pacing outside her
window. Then she sees the lights again.
She decides to stop looking out the window.
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She stays huddled and still in her living room until enough
time passes. After she sees this unknown
entity, she moves to her bedroomand falls asleep.
I'm left awake, researching and green texting and somewhat
bothered by the whole ordeal. What could this be?
There are hundreds of stories oforbs in the woods, but the
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details in the way she describedthe lights aligns most closely
with old Welsh and English stories of corpse candles.
Without telling her my suspicions, I asked her details
about their situation, my findings.
Girlfriend's strange lights, small, mobile, orange, blue and
white, leading into the woods inthe direction of a cemetery.
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Corpse candles, small mobile, orange, blue, and white float
around the dwelling of someone who's dying.
Float back and forth from their house to their future grave.
Now I'm beginning to become concerned.
This may possibly explain the lights, but what about the
humanoid entity outside of her house?
Tomorrow night I'm going to spend the evening with her.
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We'll post updates if anything happens.
Advice please X details. I forgot her neighbor's dogs
were freaking out last night in the fresh snow this morning she
found footprints circling her house and back porch coming from
the woods. Tonight during the I can see it
outside phase, her cats were very agitated and disturbed,
hackles raised and whatnot. Investigate that shit.
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Get a gun. If you can't get a gun, get the
sharpest and longest knife you have.
Also, instead of going to her house, ask her to come to yours
to be safer. If you see the humanoid entity
fight or flight. Stay safe OP.
God damn dude, your girlfriend'sstupid.
Please, please let her know how absolutely moronic and dangerous
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it is to follow lights into the woods no matter how pretty they
are. It very likely was Willow wisps.
They love to lead people to their death.
I'm literally angry for you OP. Also, everything that happens
now is 100% her fault. She's a stupid.
Bitch for not heeding your warnings and I want you to let
her know that this even if it causes you to get into a fight
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over it. Also surprised she didn't get
fucking wrecked the first time she followed the lights, let
alone three goddamn times. Update OP is not kill.
Yes girlfriend, it's stupid. Last night was uneventful.
I'm visiting tonight to hang outand see what there is to see.
OP is an armed KF word don't worry.
What are you talking about with as far as weaponry?
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Shotgun a rifle I trust also. Good luck friend.
O PS right for you Remington 870tactical.
Here's hoping you don't actuallyneed it in this situation.
The that's a big gun. To be fair to people calling her
stupid, if it's a corpse candle she's probably dying regardless
of this whole incident. They appear to people who are
dying, not people they are killing.
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They appear inviting because they lead you to the eternal
peace that will envelope you soon.
It's a mental phenomenon beyond control.
It's possible she has cancer or some other terminal illness that
has gone unnoticed. I feel incredibly sorry for her,
though the tall creature may indicate something other than a
terminal illness. It may be.
A terminal condition of a more paranormal variety.
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It's possible that the tall figure in the corpse candles are
actually too irrelevant though. Interrelated incidents.
This tall figure stalking her? Perhaps it kills slowly, but
it's practically guaranteed. Thus the corpse candles appear
to her. If that's not the explanation, I
have no idea how the fuck the two things relate.
I suggest you expand your searchbeyond the lights and do more
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research on whatever this figureis.
That is the real problem here. You can consider the corpse
candles more of a warning than anything else.
Assuming OP is not already kill.She's home alone house on the
edge of the woods. There's no moon and it's
snowing. And that's why you're wrong OP.
It snowed in the Front Range yesterday and the day before,
but it didn't today. Threat is the day old.
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Never mind, I'm literally R worded.
Denver resident here. I'd love to investigate if
you're willing to get more details on the location and
such. Our word here.
Yeah, bring us along. The fact that this actually
lines up perfectly makes us evenbetter.
Either OP is serious, which still doesn't prove spoops but
proves that the girlfriend is having some manner of problem,
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or he's at least doing research slash making sure the story is
believable. So thank you for posting this
either way, I really look forward to hearing more from
this now. Again, assuming something
horrible didn't happen. Evening all, OP here.
It's been a very eventful night.Chapter 5:00-ish.
It's definitely not corpse candles slash girlfriend might
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not be quite as stupid as we've thought earlier this evening.
I'm at her house. It's getting late and we're
chilling slash snuggling and then as I'm half asleep she gets
up and goes downstairs. I groggily get up and follow a
few minutes later to see why sheleft.
When I walk in she has the aura of guilty slash hiding
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something. I try to get her to talk but
she's incessant that I'm fine and it's nothing.
Not really abnormal as anyone with a girlfriend knows.
She tells me to go back upstairsand go to sleep.
I'm like whatever and I go up and lay back down.
Less than a minute later I bolt upright because I hear the Ding
from the security system indicating that someone has
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opened the door. Hear the back sliding door slam
shut. Pause for effect to be continued
immediately. Side comment to the dude from
Denver. This is the Woodland Park slash
divide slash Rampart reservoir area.
Your ass may have been dry and warm, but it was snowing that
night up in the mountains. Continuing.
This is when she got creepy. I rush outside and call out to
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her with no response. It's pitch black outside, but I
walked back into the backyard with my flashlight.
She couldn't have gone far. Through the light wind I can
hear dogs barking. Normal and something that sent
fucking Class A chills down my spine.
As cliche as it sounds, I heard the voice of a child off in the
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distance saying help over and over in the exact same tone
every time. Not very urgent, not very loud,
almost like a statement rather than an explanation or a cry for
aid. Then my girlfriend pops from the
other side of the back porch deck and asks if I can hear a
howling noise I face when there's not only a creepy ass
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child's voice, but also apparently she's hearing howls.
I get her back inside and she tells me she saw the lights
again. For the next hour I'm trying to
convince her what a stupid idea following those lights is, and
she just doesn't get it. She's a smart girl, good and uni
does astronomy and microbiology as hobbies.
She has common sense blind spots, but she's logically
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sound. Nevertheless, she cannot seem to
wrap her head around why chasingthese lights is dangerous.
She keeps insisting that I have to find out what the lights are.
I have to. I'm fine with investigating,
just not running blindly into the night with a bathrobe.
I'm trying to convince her to investigate it an intelligent
manner, but she keeps insisting that the only way to find out
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what the lights are is to chase after them alone.
Apparently the lights disappear when other people are around.
Ever since she acted suspiciously when she went
downstairs by herself, she's acted very strange, not at all
like she normally does. To be continued immediately.
So for at least an hour, I'm begging her to promise to not
chase lights. When I leave.
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She just refuses. She'll barely respond and
eventually she's just staring and it seems like she's unable
to acknowledge me, like her consciousness has disconnected.
She finally concedes to promise.At this point she's barely
talking at all. Not normal, and she had about
four to five episodes of her just staring blankly and not
blinking for around a minute each.
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You know when someone is woken suddenly and they jolt and gasp
a little? Well, she was doing that out of
blank stares, but she wasn't asleep.
By now I'm getting more worried and disturbed.
We're both religious, so I pray for her.
Atheist. I'm aware you considered me a
moron. Don't waste the energy to type
it. Immediately after the prayer,
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she starts totally responding again.
I'm surprised, and I start asking her questions about what
had just happened because I'm still confused.
It becomes apparent that she can't remember a single thing
from the point when she saw the lights, and at the end of the
prayer, she also suddenly has a splitting headache.
As I recount everything, she becomes more and more horrified.
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She didn't know she had chased the lights outside.
She had no memory of any of it. She's feeling all right now, but
we're growing concerned that these lights may have an effect
on one's mental state. The light sand entity are an
anglerfish and she's the mesmerized minnow.
Also, I'm looking into the Orthodox Catholic Church's
concept of demonic obsession, which is when a demon harasses
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someone rather than possessing them.
What do Summit County ski resortbitch reporting?
Shit I've been gone for a month and it's still fucking snowing.
What kind of mud season is this?Has this been happening in the
last couple years? This is in the Woodland Park
slash device slash rampant reservoir area.
OP is a massive Hick. God damn this sounds familiar.
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The lights and entity are an anglerfish and she's the
mesmerized minnow. The entity itself might not be a
lure. The voice in the darkness sure
as fuck was as of the lights. But advice?
Getting some incendiary ammo foryour shotgun Shit from in the
woods often does not appreciate fire.
However, if you suspect this thing is not baryonic but
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demonic slash ethereal nature, your weapons are of little use
to it. Beeline it straight for your
nearest church, in that case with girlfriend, and tell the
pastor they're everything. If you're not RP and OP, get
some flat cedar and burn that the next time you see the lights
of the entity. You said you pray, so do that
when you light the cedar. I have no idea what that is, but
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the way you describe the voice makes me think it is a spirit.
They all sound high pitched likekids, and the colored orbs are
what spirits often look like. Usually in the colors you
mentioned but red instead of orange.
If you have native friends that are active in their traditions
then have a chat with them as well.
But the flat seater should do the trick.
As far as I'm aware, demonic obsession is just a path to
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possession. You have to weaken the psyche
before you can take hold of it. If it was.
Just her scene slash hearing these things.
I'd say it's definitely a demon since they are metaphysical and
exist in the mind, but the fact that you heard something too
makes me think it's something else.
I've no idea. What if it is a demon and it's
able to reach to both of you, that probably means it's already
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in something. It having a physical form is
enabling it to reach out to multiple minds.
But it sounds as if it's a physical form, is weak and
likely immobile. Perhaps it's been sealed away in
a tree and it keeps trying to lure you or your girlfriend to
the tree. If you're a courageous
psychopath, you could go into the woods and see if you can
find any tree with some manner of native signs of ruins on it.
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Or you could just get her out ofthe house if it's immobile.
Getting away from those woods would probably do the trick.
Incendiary in a woods? That's never a good idea.
And Anon earlier had the idea tobless the shells and gun.
I'd go with that. If it can feel incendiary
rounds, it sure as fuck can feelnormal rounds, blessed or
otherwise. Are you a goddamn R word?
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I told you at the beginning of this thread days ago.
Can you not read Will Oh wisp ignore do not follow shit.
Fucking God damn I literally don't have a reaction picture
long enough. Also a more correct definition
of what's going on. They're not inherently
dangerous, but they have the ability to charm you into
following them to something dangerous, Usually a Fay portal
or some shit. But apparently they can lure you
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to skinwalkers now. I'm not joking when I say slap
some literal sense into your girlfriend please.
Ever since she started acting suspiciously when she went
downstairs by herself, she's acted very strange, not at all
like she's normally does. Skinwalker Opie is dead.
I agree. They want a full course meal
instead of a light dinner. Anyways, Opie, if you're still
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alive, I want you to know that I'm only pissed at you because I
want both you and your girlfriend to survive and you're
actively disregarding all the warnings we've given you.
It's obvious to me now that yourgirlfriend has an extremely weak
will and is put into a trance when she sees the light.
I'm going to ask my friend for some sort of charm you can make
that could help her not be so easily controlled.
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Hold on a few. Holy shit.
Holy shit. Holy shit OP is actually dead?
Guys, I checked the news locallyand there's a murder
investigation going on since yesterday.
This is suspicious. Though to be fair, Front Range
of the Rockies is 80% of the state population.
Plus there's murders all of the time.
It's been a war zone since they legalized the weed and the
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reefer madness has taken over. Nah dude you don't get it.
He said that he was near the Woodland Park area in this post
OP has been missing for two daysnow and there is a death
investigation ongoing since yesterday in Gold Camp Rd. which
is 20 miles from the OP SETI would be as seen in my previous
post which when I checked on Google Maps is basically some
sketchy Rd. in a woods. This isn't a coincidence right
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now a few details are known other than it could be a bike
accident. They didn't mention anything
about murder. Bump Ree.
OP is dead. We warned him.
Dumbass thinking he knows better.
I second you ain't on LMAO. Told him he should have get a
gun. Gold camp Rd.
Lovely Colorado ain't on here. Gold Camp Rd. is hella haunted.
All sorts of stories about voices and lights in the old
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train tunnels and stories of wait for it supposed satanist
wandering around at night with torches.
Oh forgot to mention one of the other reports.
And I think the third tunnel is the voices and laughter of
children, which Opie also mentioned.
All of this is around an area called Helen Hunt Falls, which
is also stupid haunted, and justdown the road from Manitou
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Springs, which besides being a sort of vortex area for the New
Agers, is, you guessed it, haunted as all shit, including
stories of its own personal towndemon and more weirdly witchy
and unexplained murders that youcan shake a stick at.
Welcome to Colorado Springs, Arvada, spoopy.
What's the story though? Doesn't matter whether OP did or
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not, it's telling us there's a recent death up there on Gold
Camp, so this threat is now interesting.
Either way, I'm here in Arvada. I live about 15 minutes away
from Flatirons Mall and let me tell you, the drive there and
back at night is seriously spoopy.
And I have a story of your interest.
Pick up one of my chickens, I guess.
Bump. OP, please come back.
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Also, dump the girl if you're soalive.
I'd like to hear the story. I technically live in
unincorporated Jefferson County like I live on Indiana streets.
If you're from around here, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, me and my brother are coming home from seeing Get Out
at Flat Irons and it's about 12:45 AM and not super late but
the road is deserted. We're just listening to 93.3 and
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talking about guns when like 3 or 4 deer jump out in front of
my truck. I swerve and luckily miss them.
We're a bit dazed and we decidedto pull over and switch seats
for the rest of the way home. As we're about to do this, my
brother sees a human silhouette and slams the door and draws his
pistol. We both are avid K browsers, so
immediately think skinwalker. I just peel out and go home at
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like 70 miles an hour. That's it.
We didn't want to fuck around with that stuff so we just went
home. I will never drive there alone
at night and all this shit is going down a few clicks away
from NORAD. Yeppers, not even clicks.
Hardly. It's basically right at the
front door of Cheyenne Mountain.If NORAD is not lousy with Ghost
2, I'd be shocked. I'm near Morrison and I've been
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seeing a lot of UFOs lately. I mean we're close to an air
base so it's possibly weird military aircraft they're not
familiar with, but weird teleporting lights and a
stationary aircraft that then zips around in a square doesn't
seem like a military stuff to me.
More Colorado stories please. Anyway, as far as what we're
seeing, could be she's seen whatever entity causes those
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lights normally or is unrelated entity drawn to the lights.
If the lights are are for your girlfriend then it would explain
how it found her house. Perhaps you should have her
spend a few nights at your placeain't on see if the sightings go
away if she stays away from her home a while.
Also, you're basically dating anadult infant dude.
Might want to rethink your relationship when she's safe.
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Who's over the age of eight thinks I'm going to go chase
pretty lights in the dark woods alone?
I'm not even from Colorado and Iknow that's AR worded idea.
Even if you don't believe in theparanormal, there's still
fucking wild animals and maybe acrazy opportunist out there.
Buy your girlfriend some Mace dude.
She's too stupid to be left alone unarmed ever.
Crime went down after we got legal N word went full R word on
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that one. Fuck and live on the road to
Morrison and that road as spookyas fucking night.
Almost no lights unless you're near 1 of the stoplights and
that big spooky cross in the mountain looking down at you.
I'm always petrified I'm going to see something when I have to
drive there at night. This is also me.
I'm AF ING R word and didn't realize the thread was as long
as it was before I commented so I ended up not reading the
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thread before posting. I'm a dipshit.
Hobo P isn't really kill though.Damn or Colorado spoopy stories
though. Please.
First thing they'd ask is Opie'sname, which we don't know.
I'm surprised nobody from here has contacted the local police.
Maybe someone has, but they're too much of A pussy to tell us.
Yes, hello local police. My Tibetan throat singing forum
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special ghost storyboard said that somebody did something in
the approximate 6000 hectare area.
Could you look into it? Damn, this thread's still going
strong. Bumper Reno in hopes that OP
comes back one day. Zero death by demon girlfriend
real quick. Holy shit.
And the guy who archived it saidin the OP was never heard from
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again. Super interesting story.
And yeah on to the next one. B-15 live in New Mexico.
Fuck this place man. Hot as fuck.
Why not California? Live in AP Nice house, outskirts
of town, about 30 minute walk into town proper, 5 minutes in a
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car. Big ass backyard like bigger
than the house and on the other side of the fence is straight up
forest. Hardly even 20 minutes away from
Gila National Forest. This is like summer though.
June or July or somewhere in there, so nobody goes into the
forest. Brother John column Johnny is in
the Marines. He's on shore, Leave home for a
week or two. So what does he do?
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Wrangles up a bunch of his military friends about 8 and
invite me to go camping with them in the forest behind our
house. Tells me I can invite a friend
or two of mine bring a hunting rifle in case they feel like
going on a deer hunt or something.
Sure, why not? Johnny's been away for a long
ass time. Invite my best friend Sarah to
go camping with us. She's like of course lol.
Now a word on John. He loves scaring the piss out of
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me. So the entire time people are
arriving at our house I'm expecting them to pull some sort
of shit. Keeping my cell phone in my bra
because we aren't that far away from the house and it's not like
we won't get in any service. When we're out in the woods.
Everything's fine for about 30 minutes.
I'm sitting with Sarah and we'regiggling.
All of John's Marine buddies aregood guys, but really rowdy.
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They have beer, offer us some. Sarah goes fuck it, but I've got
nothing against beer so why not?I take 1 beer and that's it.
They may be good guys, but they're guys and I'm not about
to get drunk with like 8 of themaround.
For the most part everything wasnormal until I felt something
watching me from the woods. I looked around for Johnny
because I wanted to ask him if he invited anybody else to go
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camping with us. He's nowhere to be seen worried,
but Johnny also has a rifle, so he'll be fine.
Take us up spots on the edge of the campsite so we can watch the
guys. After about 20 minutes there are
guys running around shirtless, laughing and hooting and
hollering and shit, wearing camofatigues and hiking boots and
having a good time, and Sarah and I are busy with the eye
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candy when I feel something grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Jesus Christ, it's Johnny, you fucking suck up on me.
I'm mad, but I'm not about to goback inside or anything.
Eventually the campsite gets moved a little deeper to the
forest. We can barely see the fence from
where we are. Sun is definitely going down
now, and in the dark the house and the fence fades from view.
A lot of campfire? Sure, why not?
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Dudes are dancing around shirtless.
Everybody's laughing around our house.
Usually the force lit up with noises after around sundown.
I'm talking like birds and shed.It always got pretty noisy, but
tonight it's dead silent. Not a single owl or bird or
anything. We don't care, it's a party.
Sarah is flirting hardcore. Some of the guys, and that's
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sort of gross to me, but only because IA associate them with
my brother and B, they're all 21and up.
Suddenly we hear this. I don't know, a whale.
A moan. Sounded like two people at the
same time, high pitched and low pitched off in the forest.
Everybody gets quiet. Thank God for Marines.
They put their shirts on and putaway the beer for a second.
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Maybe it's a bear N word when you have ever heard a bear like
that. At this point we noticed that
the forest is silent, just dead fucking silent.
Everybody is getting a little nervous now, especially Sarah.
Let's go back to the house. Come on guys, really we should
go back to the house. Johnny's buddy Martin basically
tells her to woman up and settledown.
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Sarah gets pissed and clams up. We hear it again, closer this
time. Johnny's got his rifle.
I go to get mine but like a fucking idiot I left it at home.
There are three people with hunting rifles including Johnny
and one guy with a pistol. Suddenly everything reeks.
I'm talking rotting mate and vomit.
It's so bad that one of Johnny'sfriends gags.
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Hardcore marine has been overseas for like 3 months.
He gags from the smell that is coming out of the woods.
Form up around us because protect the civilians I guess. 8
guys with Johnny, Sarah and I inthe middle now living in New
Mexico. We hear a lot of Spanish horror
stories and such so. There are a couple of jokes.
Floating around about La La Rona, the one who cries.
Which is a pretty popular ghost story.
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Sarah hates that sort of shit. Shut the fuck up guys, right
now. Seriously.
Martin tells her to cool her tits.
It's just a joke. She starts to reply when the
campfire goes out. Mass fucking panic.
The guys are shouting jargon to each other and two guys break
formation to try and get the fire back going again.
Sarah starts screaming and says somebody just touched my chest.
Fire goes back on. The guys get back into
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formation. Sarah is sobbing covering her
boobs with her arms. Johnny has his rival raised
looking around. The guys start to settle down
when Johnny starts screaming at the dude in the back of the
group. He's just standing there back to
the rest of us as per circle formation or whatever.
He isn't moving at all at first.I have no idea what the issue
is. I mean, maybe he drank a little
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too much or something. I try to calm Johnny down but
he's full man mode and I can't get him to chill.
Johnny, what the fuck is the matter with you?
He's screaming TTTT but the other guys don't know what the
fuck he's talking about. Look around to make sure
everyone's still there and I nearly shit myself.
There are nine people in the circle.
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Nope. A second later the other guys
catch on. The 2 standing on either side of
whoever the fuck this is. Leap back like it's about
explode all three rifles and thepistol level that this guy's
heads. He doesn't even fucking move as
8 dudes start shouting for him to get on the ground and put his
hands on his head. Hear something rustle in the
bushes off to the right. Eight dudes turn with military
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position to look and Sarah and Iscream because the second they
look away, No 9 starts to look over his shoulder and then
vanishes. Nope, out of the circle.
Nope, down the hill towards my house.
Nope, straight into the fence, because fuck it, I can't see
where I'm going. Luckily I'm a bit stockily built
and I've got plenty of muscle from hiking and hunting in the
woods, and the fence is old and weak.
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I go right through my fucking fence, cut myself in three
places, and get a fat splinter in my elbow, but I'm back in my
backyard at least. Johnny, Sarah, and the others
come hurtling down the hill after me.
File in through the fence, Tangosided.
In the light of the campfire, wecan see it standing in our
campsite looking down at us. Light is sketchy at best, but by
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this point, especially since it's standing in front of the
fire but from the fence, it looks like it's head is
jittering back and forth on its neck like those twitchy fuckers
in Jacob's ladder. 3 gunshots. When the muzzle flash dies down,
it's gone again. Hear the whale slash mode again.
And then closer than we ever hear is this freakish gibbering
laughter like hyena level shit. Shoot it now.
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They're wasting ammo out of fear, shooting at shadows in the
forest. Sarah has practically shit
herself by this time. She's sobbing and screaming and
trying to get me on my feet so we can get back inside.
Johnny tells the others to get through the fucking fence
already. When we all go back up, it's
halfway down the hill, shaking like it's vomiting or something,
but there's no sound or anythingcoming out of its mouth.
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Get in the fucking house, through the fence.
Sprint across the yard, Johnny pulling me along because my arm
fucking hurts and I can't do anything.
Make it back inside. Lock the back door, crowd around
it with guns, Martin helps me with my fucked up arm and Johnny
grabs my hunting rifle from my room, locking all the doors and
windows in the house as he goes.Sit around the door all night.
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Literally too pissed scared to leave our spots.
Parents come home from town at 12:15 and we all shit bricks.
My mom and dad refused to believe us even though I'm all
bloody. Johnny's gun has clearly been
fired and he shows them the clipand we're all clearly spooked as
fuck. They got mad at us for A locking
all the doors and B leaving a fire in the forest so they just
go right to bed. A Nod's mom is right, we got to
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put out that fire. Johnny's straight up fucking
laughs. Like who's going to be stupid
enough to go out back out there?Sarah volunteers.
Are you shitting me? Sarah started bitching about
having left her purse or something back at the campsite.
So eventually Martin, who I'm beginning to think at this point
is kind of a Dick bag, tells theothers that it's probably just
shadows and shit. Sarah goes with Marvin back at
the campsite. Marvin takes the pistol.
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We sit there for like 10 minutes, get an Ansier and
Ansier pounding on the back door.
Jesus Christ. Martin starts screaming for us
to let him in, calling us F words and N words and the like.
Johnny opens the door where Sarah doesn't know where the
fuck is Sarah. Apparently when they got out to
the campsite when Martin put outthe campfire, Sarah started
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giggling like a hyena and then vanished.
He got the fuck out of there. Johnny started arguing with
Martin about leaving a civilian alone in the forest and I'm just
ready to pass out or cry from exhaustion in my arm.
Johnny and Martin are fucking screaming at each other.
Mom comes in from her bedroom and tells them to shut the fuck
up, people are trying to sleep, what's going on?
I start crying. Tell her that Sarah's gone.
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What do you mean gone? Fuck if I know.
Martin fills my mom in and she goes to call the police.
Johnny tells her to wait in her room and lock it and her window
and the bathroom door. Martin calls Johnny an idiot and
tells them that they should get all the civilians rounded up in
the same place. Johnny starts to respond when
there's a thump on the back doorknocking, but it's horribly
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wrong. No rhythm or anything.
Sounded like some thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
thump thump. Raspy voice, like completely
inhuman. Says Tango from the other side
of the door. Sounded like Tango where Shah
fucks. Gee.
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Martin shoots through the door. Loud fucking scream.
Then the sound of someone hauling ass across the room.
Where's Sarah? Devolves into this guttural,
atrocious snarling, then quiet. After three or 4 minutes of
this, I swear to God it felt like an eternity.
We hear snuffling outside. The door smells back.
We are whimpering, then giggles from just outside the door near
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the bottom. Whimpering like a dog or an
animal. Then very very softly from the
bottom of the door. Sarah.
EM, Sarah, everything in my bodygoes fucking cold.
My stomach doesn't flip and the guys are too freaked out to even
shoot for a second. Johnny puts a rifle around
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through the door, but by the time he shoots the thing must
have moved because seconds laterwe hear the hyena laughter.
Up on the hill again. Watch the back door until the
police show up. Someone is in the forest fucking
with us. They investigate, come back in
the half an hour and say that their dogs are going ape shit,
but they can't find anything. Have we been doing drugs?
Etcetera, Alcohol, but that's it.
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Police leave and we don't hear the thing again.
Nobody felt safe going home thatnight.
My bedroom had a window looking out into the backyard, so
everybody slept in the living room.
The next day we all got our shitfrom the campsite and I went to
Sarah's house to tell her parents that Sarah had gone
missing in the forest. Sarah lived down the street from
us and their backyard didn't lead into the forest like ours
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did, but it was really close. Sarah's mom answers the door.
Explain. What are you talking about?
I heard Sarah come in early thismorning, nopped out of there.
We moved about 3 weeks later to California before anybody asked.
No, I didn't go to see Sarah at all after that.
She didn't show up to school andI refused to even go outside
alone without my rifle, so that was sort of a shut in.
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When I was 20 I was out of a joband didn't have any university
or plans on going to university.I was basically lost in limbo
without knowing where to turn next.
I was living at home and spent hours on the Internet staying up
all night and sleeping all day. I was always a bit of an
introvert that preferred the company of me, myself and I
Staying up through the nights and disregarding the day was a
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way out of the norm and avoidingpeople altogether.
Then I got the classic talk frommy dad that all kids get when
they're useless and at home doing nothing.
I was tired of hearing it so I decided I needed to move out to
my continue my lazy antisocial behavior.
I have family way up north in the sticks.
There is nothing around except acouple sawmills and a couple
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nickel mines. My grandfather has a piece of
property that is over 350 acres of unexplored Bush.
It was hardly farmable, just a giant section of woods, streams,
ponds, and rocks. My grandfather has a timeshare
in Florida, so he was gone for the rest of the year.
I called him and asked if I could go up to there to live.
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In exchange I would do lumberjacking for wood to sell
and use. I remember his comments exactly.
Yeah, I don't. I don't give a shit.
You're wasting your time up there.
No work, no school, no people, no Internet.
But if that's what you want, go ahead and knock yourself out.
Just don't burn down my fucking house.
My bags were already. Packed.
I knew he wouldn't mind. I told my dad what I was doing.
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He was pretty much speechless and had a look of concern.
He then told me I was wasting mylife and should go to school.
I told him it was what I wanted and needed to do.
We parted ways. I got into my 93 civic hatch
that had a shot suspension and bald tires and took a 14 hour
car ride to no man's land. I was happier than a pig and
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shit I made myself good and comfy.
When I got to the house it was given to my grandfather by an
Irishman that had passed on. He built the house with his
family in the mid 1800s as a kid, have been there ever since.
Have you ever seen the Amity horror?
It looked just like that house, but much much smaller.
The stove was an old black cast iron beast, the kind you only
see in movies or on an old historic village tour, and it
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had a large barn full of tools and an old JD tractor, a
smokehouse for meats, a large Vezzi garden, an outhouse, and a
chicken coop that wasn't in use anymore after unpacking and
relaxing the distance. In fact, I was alone, began to
sit in there wasn't ATV, Internet or video game insight.
Luckily my grandfather had two snowmobiles, a four Wheeler, a
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Gator, and a dirt bike, and lotsof hunting rifles and shotguns
to boot. I figured most of my time would
be spent outdoors, which was OK,but I was a bit nervous.
The next day I drove into town, if you could even call it that.
I stocked up on canned goods andcovered food that would survive
a nuclear Holocaust. I came back and got to
lumberjacking. It was slow at first to remember
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everything my grandma had shown me as a kid 8 to 12 years old,
but after four or five hours I had it down pat.
I take the tractor chains and hooks a Jerry can and chainsaw
out of the Bush. I find a cedar or spruce tree,
cut it down, chain it up to the tractor and drag it off to the
main trail right, a normal flatbed trailer waiting.
I then cut it up into two or three foot sections and stack
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it. Once the trailer was full, I tow
it to the barn where in the backwas a large hydraulic wood
splitter. I split it into four to six
sections depending on the diameter of the piece.
Once I cut it all, I stacked it all.
This was the routine. It was long and hard work.
But it gave me. Purpose.
And it gave me joy. I thought of myself as a
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pioneer. I was in the great outdoors
alone. Taking down trees and supplying
villagers was something they needed to survive.
I felt proud of myself and made cash doing it.
While I wasn't getting rich, I had enough for all the amenities
that were needed to survive in such a place.
I kept this routine for months and locals began coming for me
to wood because it was so cheap and I was a youngster looking
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after my grandfather's home. It was well thought of in the
town. Then winter came and everything
went to shit. Winter on the farm was one of
the most depressing times of my life.
Not being able to do much work and have no interest in human
contact or Internet really brought me down.
I reflected on my life and the fact I had no friends anymore
because I'd abandoned them with no warning.
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Why I did this I do not know butI had some type of mental
feeling that. I had to leave.
Everyone behind and never speak to them again.
I began having S word thoughts. The more I thought about often
myself the more I accepted it asbeing an OK thing to do.
I wasn't religious so I didn't have the thought of going
straight to hell. I viewed it more as.
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If a goldfish were to die. Where do you think it would go?
I think it doesn't go anywhere. It is just dead blackness.
No more thoughts like turning itoff a car for good.
I thought about how my family would miss me and how it hurt
them, but I was so depressed, unhappy and discomforted by my
progress in life and the fact that I had no one.
After a few. Weeks of -30°C weather in brutal
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snow. I decided to go on a snowmobile,
load up on my snowshoes, take myrifle and go deep into the Bush
to end my mental suffering. I'd given up on everything.
I jumped on the sled at 8:00 AM.The sun was brighter than ever.
You couldn't look anywhere without squinting your eyes like
an Eskimo. The sun reflected off the snowy
landscape as if it were mere with a full tank and a Jerry
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cannon's backup. I would go a long ways away.
I let the skid do idle and get warmed up.
I was thinking to myself that I may actually go through this.
I kept going over what ifs but in butts in my head as if I were
trying to talk myself out of it.I said fuck it out loud and
jumped on the skiddo and let it RIP.
I took the tractor trailer as far as it would go into the
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Bush. It ends after I saw a 45 minute
drive then turns into four Wheeler and Gator trails.
I took a trail deeper and deeper.
After I saw 2 1/2 hours of riding the trail stopped and did
AU turn. It was the end of the track.
I then grabbed my rifle and put on my snowshoes.
I quickly realized something, I hadn't written a note for anyone
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to find my body or even know what I'd done.
I knew that if my parents had noidea what had happened to me, it
would wonder for the rest of their lives and would tear them
apart. I yelled out fucking through my
rifle. I paced towards my sled and
repeated what I said. I started to turn and remember.
I literally just threw my rifle.Shit get off the sled and walk
towards rifle. I bend down and grab it and
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stand up and froze stiff. I burst of adrenaline was
injected throughout my entire body.
And turned my cold frame into a steel oven.
There was a black figure in the distance hiding behind a tree
watching me. It wasn't an animal.
It looked like the shape of a man, but it wasn't a man.
I ran as of my sled and hit the throttle.
I ripped back home and didn't look back to get back home.
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It only took me maybe 2 1/2 hours and I rode hard.
I got inside that house, put coffee on and an ate fried
Bologna with beans and toast. As I pigged out, I kept that
thing's image in my head and I was wondering what it was.
How did it get there? For how long has it been there?
Does it know I'm here? How could it survive?
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Is it coming for me? Can it follow my snowmobile
tracks? Does my grandpa know?
I then decided to call my grandfather in Florida.
He didn't answer his phone. He was probably chilling on the
beach drinking beers. I thought, fuck.
I called my dad just to calm my nerves.
He could send something was off with me and asked me what was
up. I told him I was out hunting and
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I seen something. I described what I seen and he
went silent over the phone. He took a breath and said son.
When I was a kid living on the farm me and a girl went back
there to the lake for a swim. We got there on our bicycles in
August. I had my rifle with me because
of all the bears that passed through the land after me and
the girl were swimming around and laughing and do her thing.
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She screamed and pointed across.I looked across the pond and
there stood what looked like a burned up human being.
He was charred up, had a bit of head hair, eyes as bright and
blue as I had ever seen. Its arms are so long its hands
nearly came to his knees. It screeched at us with the most
insane volume I had ever heard and birds flooded the trees.
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I ran out of the pond, grabbed my rifle and shot at it.
It ran into the trees and me andmy girl jumped on our bikes and
gave it a shit all the way home.That was the first and final
time I'd ever seen that thing. I actually hadn't thought of it
in years and years until you told me that.
You need to be really fucking careful, son.
In fact, why don't you just comehome?
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It's boring up there. Anyways.
I told him I was staying and enjoyed it.
Here I was lying now more. Do you want it?
I got off the phone with him, feeling no better.
The only difference was that I could think clearer.
I thought if this thing is coming for me, it's going to
take it a while by foot. I got time.
I got the guns and put a loaded one in every room.
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Some had slugs, some had shells,and I also had a hatchet that I
had sharpened to a very fine thickness with a stone grinder
in the barn. If I swung at your wrist with
one swift motion, it would probably take your hand right
off, or at least leave it hanging by a thread.
As nightfall drew closer, I madeone final meal and killed all
the lights and. Left all the blinds open for
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good visibility and to make it hard for whatever is out there
to see me inside. I went upstairs which was 2
bedrooms that had large windows and one walk out balcony.
I thought this would be an excellent spot to watch and
snipe as I settled in to see if this thing would come.
I began thinking about what I was going to do earlier.
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I still was depressed, but because I was active and keeping
my mind on to something, I didn't feel like off of myself
anymore. Maybe that was it, I thought.
Keeping active, busy and productive.
With a bit of excitement. Thrown in keeps your mind off
shit. It doesn't really matter
anyways. Just as I was having a bit of a
personal milestone, I heard heavy footsteps in the snow.
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I looked out the window and before my eyes stood that thing
I had seen earlier but now in full view.
I got a strong feeling of nervousness in my abdomen,
tightened and barked at me. As if it were about to shit
myself at any moment from sheer fear.
It was just as my dad described to me.
Piercing blue eyes, almost glowing.
The moonlight reflected off of them like the cover of the dark.
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Side of the moon. It had the color and appearance
of the grit in the bottom of your BBQ if you don't clean it
much. I ran out on the porch to get a
shot off. It darted off around the house
before I could even lift my weapon.
Fuck. Ran inside again, ran to the
other window. I could see it again just
standing there like an idiot watching me.
I turned the crank and the window opened up.
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I said who are you? It didn't respond, it just
stared at me. I repeat.
Tell me who you are. Or I'm going to shoot you.
And then it said it's name. It's said in a low drawn out,
harsh, hoarse voice. Jurdock, my name.
I said what do you want with me?I'm out of my own business.
What are you doing here? Please leave me.
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It then walked closer to the house and looked up at me.
My nose was filled with the mostpungent odor ever.
It then said, if you won't, I will.
And that same exact voice that can almost not be described
unless it was mimicked with sometype of computer sound program.
I said do what? It said K yourself you failed.
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My heart froze. I decided not to do it.
It then stretched his arms out to the wall of the house and
began scaling it like it was fucking spider man.
I yelled and panicked from sheershock and fumbled my rifle.
It fell right out of my fucking window and by that time it was
feet away from the window. It reached his God awful hand at
the window and cut my arm with his fingernail.
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I grabbed my hatchet and buried it into his forearm and made a
sound a bear makes when you shoot it.
It fell to the ground on its side and I ran for the spare gun
in the room. I came back to the window and it
was running for the barn. I took a shot but it didn't do
much. This gun had a shell and it
wasn't ideal for the range I fired at.
I pushed my dresser to the hall,push it down the stairs and then
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pushed the bed to the hall and pushed it down the stairs.
I then pushed a few end tables to the staircase.
I essentially clogged it up so it couldn't get up there from
the main floor. I know it can climb now, but I
prefer to only have to cover twosides then multiple sides.
I locked the door and just kept my eyes and ears open.
I didn't see it again. Daybreak came quick.
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I could see its blood droplets in the snow.
I climbed over and pulled shit out of the stairs and
investigated. It was nowhere to be found.
I grabbed my rifle and followed the droplets.
It went down the tractor hall. I walked for 10 minutes
following this trail. I can see it go off even
further. It's foot tracks as well.
I decided it wasn't worth it to go ahead and hunt it.
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You probably went as deep as if not deeper.
The first time I had seen it, I decided it was time to leave
this place for good. I went inside, grabbed my
clothes, got into my car and started driving off.
I never told my dad or my grandpa.
I still have nightmares of this thing and I wonder how it knew
what I was thinking or going to do.
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I've been trying to research other sightings and descriptions
of it but can find nothing unfortunately.
I don't want to say it is a demon because I really don't
know or believe in that religious crap.
I don't know what it is. No idea.
All I know is for the last eightyears since this happened, I've
had a slew of health problems and bad luck.
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I have night terrors of Jurdock.Almost 95% of my sleeps.
I have to take medications just to fall asleep.
I think it may have been the nail that cut me when it reached
into the window. I often wonder if it is still up
there. I know that isn't a worthy
ending to the story, but it is what it is.
What can I say? Awesome story Opie.
It's neat that it could talk andhad a name.
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How tall was it? Did it just look like a charred
human or did it have any strangeanimal like features?
Also, I'm not sure about the health problems, but I'm sure
that the dreams will stop. However, in order for the dreams
to stop, you must confront the beast and end it once and for
all. Game of Thrones tourists here.
Fucking awesome story Opie. And genuinely spooked spoiler
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but it it's not true right? I think it may have been about
6-3 or so. Quite tall and then a very long
face. A large overbite.
It looked human but not human. Almost like it was missing some
chromosome or something. Maybe one day when I get a death
wish I'll head back up and go for it.
My grandpa passed away four years ago.
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The property was sold to Clear Cutters by my dad and my
sisters. As far as I know the house was
knocked down and they put up a small office and living quarters
for the lumberjacks to clear cutthere.
This is near Chaploo, Ontario, off the beaten path.
That's a little unfortunate. Maybe you could pose as a
reporter and call the Clear Cutter barracks or visit them
and ask if anyone has seen anything.
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Arm yourself and hunt the motherfucker down.
If I wasn't so far north and Quebec, I would probably go.
I actually dissed that maybe three years ago.
The workers had already been there for a year.
I actually said that I was a fisheries and wildlife
technician for the region and that I'd heard of a sign of a
creature described as the one I encountered.
They said they hadn't seen anything of the short.
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You got to remember, though, my grandfather's land had
boundaries. But past those boundaries, the
Bush simply continues on crow land for miles upon miles.
It's basically a frontier. I somehow doubt it is dead
because my dad has seen it. I had seen it in over 25 years.
When he's seen it, and I know mythoughts.
There's something about it that isn't natural.
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Also, I hammered in the forearm with the axe.
You know for a fact I broke its forearm bones because I heard
them break. I also know the axe went all the
way through his arms because theflat back of the axe was buried
into the arm. If it's like you and me, that
kind of wound in the -25°C weather, it's highly possible it
did die. But I don't know, man, I think
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about it a lot. I sometimes wish, like you guys
have said, that I continued on and tracked it.
But I was spooked, it was cold and I was shook to my core.
Yes man, it did happen bro, bro to bro.
Never knew you could feel that kind of fear and worry.
Up to the point, as I said before, I need antidepressants,
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sleep meds, and now I have a valve in my heart.
I'm only 28. I have no history of family
health issues. I was an athlete growing up.
I was an outdoorsman. It all went downhill when I
left. I never told my dad or my
grandfather. I thought my dad or my
grandfather would go hunting forit and I really didn't want them
to get hurt or worse in. All Right guys that wraps up
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some cursed 4 Chan stories. My favorite story was definitely
the last one. I really like that one.
It was creepy, unique, and what do you think the OP saw or the
Anon saw? Super scary, super interesting
and like the video title cursed.I really wonder if these people
were cursed with something. Hopefully not.
And comment down below what yourfavorite story was.
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Please like and subscribe. Thank you and this is Snook and
I'll see you next time. Bye.
Hey, what's up guys? And we'll go back to another
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And yeah, all these stories are super interesting, unique,
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So it's going to be interesting,it's going to be spooky and it's
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And yeah. All right, without further ado,
let's get into some cursed 4 Chan stories thread to see if
anyone has heard of slash scene similar events of the past week.
Colorado Front Range of the Rockies.
Be me. Be at a graduation party with
Bros and girlfriend. Girlfriend is main character of
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the story circa 11:00 PM outsidea friend's house which is the
middle of a heavily wooded area.Hanging out with the Bros talk.
It's rowdy and S word. Girlfriend leaves in mild
disgust. Boys will be boys type reaction.
A couple minutes later the guys leave and I head back into the
house to find girlfriend. No girlfriend.
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I go to the porch and call out for her into the woods.
Silence. A couple moments later I hear
her blood curdling scream and she comes running out of the
darkness. Hang on.
I saw a little candlelight in the woods and I followed it to
see what it was and I think I saw bear me.
You should never follow strange lights into the woods.
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You never know where they might lead her.
But the lights were so pretty. I I wanted to know what they
were. Yeah, don't.
Next day, nightfall, we're in our respective homes
approximately 50 miles away. We're texting.
She says. I see a floating light again.
Wait. Now there's more than one.
Me. Just don't leave your house, OK?
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Running through my head are stories of Willow the wisps and
corpse candles and the paranormal equivalent of an
anglerfish. Her.
But they're so lovely, I really want to know what they are.
Me. Please don't follow them.
It's not a good idea to go out in the woods alone at night.
Don't worry, I'm just on my backporch watching them.
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I'm like OK, just stay safe. Leave for a bit to play them
dank video games. Get a text an hour later saying
basically now that you're asleepand can't worry about me, I'm
going to investigate those lights.
Don't worry, I'll be fine. Bitch, what?
To be continued, photo she took of the lights outside of her
house. I start texting her asking
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what's going on, asking her to go back inside, telling her to
be safe, etcetera. She text me back, shitting
herself, utterly scared out of her mind.
Hang on. I chased the lights into the
woods and out in the darkness I saw a huge thing that was too
big to be a person but was walking on his hind legs.
Me actively questioning what kind of woman I'm dating, Why
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did he go out there? That was really dangerous and
whatever you saw could be life threatening.
She's mortified and profusely apologizing for being so stupid.
Literally the next night and coincidentally tonight we're
talking on the phone after I getoff work and I'm trying to get
her to promise me that she won'tgo chasing those lights again.
For some reason she becomes stubborn and won't promise that
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she'll stay inside that night. She's home alone, house on the
edge of the woods. There's no moon and it's
snowing. She still won't fucking promise
to stay inside. We get into a fight, she gets
upset, drinks a Margarita. She's a lightweight so she gets
tipsy immediately. Still won't promise to stay
inside. We're still arguing when
suddenly she goes quiet, whispering hang on, that thing
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is outside my house right now. I can see it's silhouette and I
can hear it walking suppressed. I told you so.
She starts losing her shit and freaking outs and I'm trying to
do in a very least keep her calm.
She's literally watching something pacing outside her
window. Then she sees the lights again.
She decides to stop looking out the window.
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She stays huddled and still in her living room until enough
time passes. After she sees this unknown
entity, she moves to her bedroomand falls asleep.
I'm left awake, researching and green texting and somewhat
bothered by the whole ordeal. What could this be?
There are hundreds of stories oforbs in the woods, but the
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details in the way she describedthe lights aligns most closely
with old Welsh and English stories of corpse candles.
Without telling her my suspicions, I asked her details
about their situation, my findings.
Girlfriend's strange lights, small, mobile, orange, blue and
white, leading into the woods inthe direction of a cemetery.
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Corpse candles, small mobile, orange, blue, and white float
around the dwelling of someone who's dying.
Float back and forth from their house to their future grave.
Now I'm beginning to become concerned.
This may possibly explain the lights, but what about the
humanoid entity outside of her house?
Tomorrow night I'm going to spend the evening with her.
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We'll post updates if anything happens.
Advice please X details. I forgot her neighbor's dogs
were freaking out last night in the fresh snow this morning she
found footprints circling her house and back porch coming from
the woods. Tonight during the I can see it
outside phase, her cats were very agitated and disturbed,
hackles raised and whatnot. Investigate that shit.
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Get a gun. If you can't get a gun, get the
sharpest and longest knife you have.
Also, instead of going to her house, ask her to come to yours
to be safer. If you see the humanoid entity
fight or flight. Stay safe OP.
God damn dude, your girlfriend'sstupid.
Please, please let her know how absolutely moronic and dangerous
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it is to follow lights into the woods no matter how pretty they
are. It very likely was Willow wisps.
They love to lead people to their death.
I'm literally angry for you OP. Also, everything that happens
now is 100% her fault. She's a stupid.
Bitch for not heeding your warnings and I want you to let
her know that this even if it causes you to get into a fight
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over it. Also surprised she didn't get
fucking wrecked the first time she followed the lights, let
alone three goddamn times. Update OP is not kill.
Yes girlfriend, it's stupid. Last night was uneventful.
I'm visiting tonight to hang outand see what there is to see.
OP is an armed KF word don't worry.
What are you talking about with as far as weaponry?
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Shotgun a rifle I trust also. Good luck friend.
O PS right for you Remington 870tactical.
Here's hoping you don't actuallyneed it in this situation.
The that's a big gun. To be fair to people calling her
stupid, if it's a corpse candle she's probably dying regardless
of this whole incident. They appear to people who are
dying, not people they are killing.
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They appear inviting because they lead you to the eternal
peace that will envelope you soon.
It's a mental phenomenon beyond control.
It's possible she has cancer or some other terminal illness that
has gone unnoticed. I feel incredibly sorry for her,
though the tall creature may indicate something other than a
terminal illness. It may be.
A terminal condition of a more paranormal variety.
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It's possible that the tall figure in the corpse candles are
actually too irrelevant though. Interrelated incidents.
This tall figure stalking her? Perhaps it kills slowly, but
it's practically guaranteed. Thus the corpse candles appear
to her. If that's not the explanation, I
have no idea how the fuck the two things relate.
I suggest you expand your searchbeyond the lights and do more
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research on whatever this figureis.
That is the real problem here. You can consider the corpse
candles more of a warning than anything else.
Assuming OP is not already kill.She's home alone house on the
edge of the woods. There's no moon and it's
snowing. And that's why you're wrong OP.
It snowed in the Front Range yesterday and the day before,
but it didn't today. Threat is the day old.
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Never mind, I'm literally R worded.
Denver resident here. I'd love to investigate if
you're willing to get more details on the location and
such. Our word here.
Yeah, bring us along. The fact that this actually
lines up perfectly makes us evenbetter.
Either OP is serious, which still doesn't prove spoops but
proves that the girlfriend is having some manner of problem,
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or he's at least doing research slash making sure the story is
believable. So thank you for posting this
either way, I really look forward to hearing more from
this now. Again, assuming something
horrible didn't happen. Evening all, OP here.
It's been a very eventful night.Chapter 5:00-ish.
It's definitely not corpse candles slash girlfriend might
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not be quite as stupid as we've thought earlier this evening.
I'm at her house. It's getting late and we're
chilling slash snuggling and then as I'm half asleep she gets
up and goes downstairs. I groggily get up and follow a
few minutes later to see why sheleft.
When I walk in she has the aura of guilty slash hiding
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something. I try to get her to talk but
she's incessant that I'm fine and it's nothing.
Not really abnormal as anyone with a girlfriend knows.
She tells me to go back upstairsand go to sleep.
I'm like whatever and I go up and lay back down.
Less than a minute later I bolt upright because I hear the Ding
from the security system indicating that someone has
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opened the door. Hear the back sliding door slam
shut. Pause for effect to be continued
immediately. Side comment to the dude from
Denver. This is the Woodland Park slash
divide slash Rampart reservoir area.
Your ass may have been dry and warm, but it was snowing that
night up in the mountains. Continuing.
This is when she got creepy. I rush outside and call out to
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her with no response. It's pitch black outside, but I
walked back into the backyard with my flashlight.
She couldn't have gone far. Through the light wind I can
hear dogs barking. Normal and something that sent
fucking Class A chills down my spine.
As cliche as it sounds, I heard the voice of a child off in the
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distance saying help over and over in the exact same tone
every time. Not very urgent, not very loud,
almost like a statement rather than an explanation or a cry for
aid. Then my girlfriend pops from the
other side of the back porch deck and asks if I can hear a
howling noise I face when there's not only a creepy ass
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child's voice, but also apparently she's hearing howls.
I get her back inside and she tells me she saw the lights
again. For the next hour I'm trying to
convince her what a stupid idea following those lights is, and
she just doesn't get it. She's a smart girl, good and uni
does astronomy and microbiology as hobbies.
She has common sense blind spots, but she's logically
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sound. Nevertheless, she cannot seem to
wrap her head around why chasingthese lights is dangerous.
She keeps insisting that I have to find out what the lights are.
I have to. I'm fine with investigating,
just not running blindly into the night with a bathrobe.
I'm trying to convince her to investigate it an intelligent
manner, but she keeps insisting that the only way to find out
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what the lights are is to chase after them alone.
Apparently the lights disappear when other people are around.
Ever since she acted suspiciously when she went
downstairs by herself, she's acted very strange, not at all
like she normally does. To be continued immediately.
So for at least an hour, I'm begging her to promise to not
chase lights. When I leave.
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She just refuses. She'll barely respond and
eventually she's just staring and it seems like she's unable
to acknowledge me, like her consciousness has disconnected.
She finally concedes to promise.At this point she's barely
talking at all. Not normal, and she had about
four to five episodes of her just staring blankly and not
blinking for around a minute each.
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You know when someone is woken suddenly and they jolt and gasp
a little? Well, she was doing that out of
blank stares, but she wasn't asleep.
By now I'm getting more worried and disturbed.
We're both religious, so I pray for her.
Atheist. I'm aware you considered me a
moron. Don't waste the energy to type
it. Immediately after the prayer,
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she starts totally responding again.
I'm surprised, and I start asking her questions about what
had just happened because I'm still confused.
It becomes apparent that she can't remember a single thing
from the point when she saw the lights, and at the end of the
prayer, she also suddenly has a splitting headache.
As I recount everything, she becomes more and more horrified.
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She didn't know she had chased the lights outside.
She had no memory of any of it. She's feeling all right now, but
we're growing concerned that these lights may have an effect
on one's mental state. The light sand entity are an
anglerfish and she's the mesmerized minnow.
Also, I'm looking into the Orthodox Catholic Church's
concept of demonic obsession, which is when a demon harasses
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someone rather than possessing them.
What do Summit County ski resortbitch reporting?
Shit I've been gone for a month and it's still fucking snowing.
What kind of mud season is this?Has this been happening in the
last couple years? This is in the Woodland Park
slash device slash rampant reservoir area.
OP is a massive Hick. God damn this sounds familiar.
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The lights and entity are an anglerfish and she's the
mesmerized minnow. The entity itself might not be a
lure. The voice in the darkness sure
as fuck was as of the lights. But advice?
Getting some incendiary ammo foryour shotgun Shit from in the
woods often does not appreciate fire.
However, if you suspect this thing is not baryonic but
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demonic slash ethereal nature, your weapons are of little use
to it. Beeline it straight for your
nearest church, in that case with girlfriend, and tell the
pastor they're everything. If you're not RP and OP, get
some flat cedar and burn that the next time you see the lights
of the entity. You said you pray, so do that
when you light the cedar. I have no idea what that is, but
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the way you describe the voice makes me think it is a spirit.
They all sound high pitched likekids, and the colored orbs are
what spirits often look like. Usually in the colors you
mentioned but red instead of orange.
If you have native friends that are active in their traditions
then have a chat with them as well.
But the flat seater should do the trick.
As far as I'm aware, demonic obsession is just a path to
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possession. You have to weaken the psyche
before you can take hold of it. If it was.
Just her scene slash hearing these things.
I'd say it's definitely a demon since they are metaphysical and
exist in the mind, but the fact that you heard something too
makes me think it's something else.
I've no idea. What if it is a demon and it's
able to reach to both of you, that probably means it's already
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in something. It having a physical form is
enabling it to reach out to multiple minds.
But it sounds as if it's a physical form, is weak and
likely immobile. Perhaps it's been sealed away in
a tree and it keeps trying to lure you or your girlfriend to
the tree. If you're a courageous
psychopath, you could go into the woods and see if you can
find any tree with some manner of native signs of ruins on it.
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Or you could just get her out ofthe house if it's immobile.
Getting away from those woods would probably do the trick.
Incendiary in a woods? That's never a good idea.
And Anon earlier had the idea tobless the shells and gun.
I'd go with that. If it can feel incendiary
rounds, it sure as fuck can feelnormal rounds, blessed or
otherwise. Are you a goddamn R word?
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I told you at the beginning of this thread days ago.
Can you not read Will Oh wisp ignore do not follow shit.
Fucking God damn I literally don't have a reaction picture
long enough. Also a more correct definition
of what's going on. They're not inherently
dangerous, but they have the ability to charm you into
following them to something dangerous, Usually a Fay portal
or some shit. But apparently they can lure you
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to skinwalkers now. I'm not joking when I say slap
some literal sense into your girlfriend please.
Ever since she started acting suspiciously when she went
downstairs by herself, she's acted very strange, not at all
like she's normally does. Skinwalker Opie is dead.
I agree. They want a full course meal
instead of a light dinner. Anyways, Opie, if you're still
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alive, I want you to know that I'm only pissed at you because I
want both you and your girlfriend to survive and you're
actively disregarding all the warnings we've given you.
It's obvious to me now that yourgirlfriend has an extremely weak
will and is put into a trance when she sees the light.
I'm going to ask my friend for some sort of charm you can make
that could help her not be so easily controlled.
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Hold on a few. Holy shit.
Holy shit. Holy shit OP is actually dead?
Guys, I checked the news locallyand there's a murder
investigation going on since yesterday.
This is suspicious. Though to be fair, Front Range
of the Rockies is 80% of the state population.
Plus there's murders all of the time.
It's been a war zone since they legalized the weed and the
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reefer madness has taken over. Nah dude you don't get it.
He said that he was near the Woodland Park area in this post
OP has been missing for two daysnow and there is a death
investigation ongoing since yesterday in Gold Camp Rd. which
is 20 miles from the OP SETI would be as seen in my previous
post which when I checked on Google Maps is basically some
sketchy Rd. in a woods. This isn't a coincidence right
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now a few details are known other than it could be a bike
accident. They didn't mention anything
about murder. Bump Ree.
OP is dead. We warned him.
Dumbass thinking he knows better.
I second you ain't on LMAO. Told him he should have get a
gun. Gold camp Rd.
Lovely Colorado ain't on here. Gold Camp Rd. is hella haunted.
All sorts of stories about voices and lights in the old
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train tunnels and stories of wait for it supposed satanist
wandering around at night with torches.
Oh forgot to mention one of the other reports.
And I think the third tunnel is the voices and laughter of
children, which Opie also mentioned.
All of this is around an area called Helen Hunt Falls, which
is also stupid haunted, and justdown the road from Manitou
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Springs, which besides being a sort of vortex area for the New
Agers, is, you guessed it, haunted as all shit, including
stories of its own personal towndemon and more weirdly witchy
and unexplained murders that youcan shake a stick at.
Welcome to Colorado Springs, Arvada, spoopy.
What's the story though? Doesn't matter whether OP did or
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not, it's telling us there's a recent death up there on Gold
Camp, so this threat is now interesting.
Either way, I'm here in Arvada. I live about 15 minutes away
from Flatirons Mall and let me tell you, the drive there and
back at night is seriously spoopy.
And I have a story of your interest.
Pick up one of my chickens, I guess.
Bump. OP, please come back.
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Also, dump the girl if you're soalive.
I'd like to hear the story. I technically live in
unincorporated Jefferson County like I live on Indiana streets.
If you're from around here, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, me and my brother are coming home from seeing Get Out
at Flat Irons and it's about 12:45 AM and not super late but
the road is deserted. We're just listening to 93.3 and
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talking about guns when like 3 or 4 deer jump out in front of
my truck. I swerve and luckily miss them.
We're a bit dazed and we decidedto pull over and switch seats
for the rest of the way home. As we're about to do this, my
brother sees a human silhouette and slams the door and draws his
pistol. We both are avid K browsers, so
immediately think skinwalker. I just peel out and go home at
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like 70 miles an hour. That's it.
We didn't want to fuck around with that stuff so we just went
home. I will never drive there alone
at night and all this shit is going down a few clicks away
from NORAD. Yeppers, not even clicks.
Hardly. It's basically right at the
front door of Cheyenne Mountain.If NORAD is not lousy with Ghost
2, I'd be shocked. I'm near Morrison and I've been
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seeing a lot of UFOs lately. I mean we're close to an air
base so it's possibly weird military aircraft they're not
familiar with, but weird teleporting lights and a
stationary aircraft that then zips around in a square doesn't
seem like a military stuff to me.
More Colorado stories please. Anyway, as far as what we're
seeing, could be she's seen whatever entity causes those
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lights normally or is unrelated entity drawn to the lights.
If the lights are are for your girlfriend then it would explain
how it found her house. Perhaps you should have her
spend a few nights at your placeain't on see if the sightings go
away if she stays away from her home a while.
Also, you're basically dating anadult infant dude.
Might want to rethink your relationship when she's safe.
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Who's over the age of eight thinks I'm going to go chase
pretty lights in the dark woods alone?
I'm not even from Colorado and Iknow that's AR worded idea.
Even if you don't believe in theparanormal, there's still
fucking wild animals and maybe acrazy opportunist out there.
Buy your girlfriend some Mace dude.
She's too stupid to be left alone unarmed ever.
Crime went down after we got legal N word went full R word on
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that one. Fuck and live on the road to
Morrison and that road as spookyas fucking night.
Almost no lights unless you're near 1 of the stoplights and
that big spooky cross in the mountain looking down at you.
I'm always petrified I'm going to see something when I have to
drive there at night. This is also me.
I'm AF ING R word and didn't realize the thread was as long
as it was before I commented so I ended up not reading the
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thread before posting. I'm a dipshit.
Hobo P isn't really kill though.Damn or Colorado spoopy stories
though. Please.
First thing they'd ask is Opie'sname, which we don't know.
I'm surprised nobody from here has contacted the local police.
Maybe someone has, but they're too much of A pussy to tell us.
Yes, hello local police. My Tibetan throat singing forum
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special ghost storyboard said that somebody did something in
the approximate 6000 hectare area.
Could you look into it? Damn, this thread's still going
strong. Bumper Reno in hopes that OP
comes back one day. Zero death by demon girlfriend
real quick. Holy shit.
And the guy who archived it saidin the OP was never heard from
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again. Super interesting story.
And yeah on to the next one. B-15 live in New Mexico.
Fuck this place man. Hot as fuck.
Why not California? Live in AP Nice house, outskirts
of town, about 30 minute walk into town proper, 5 minutes in a
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car. Big ass backyard like bigger
than the house and on the other side of the fence is straight up
forest. Hardly even 20 minutes away from
Gila National Forest. This is like summer though.
June or July or somewhere in there, so nobody goes into the
forest. Brother John column Johnny is in
the Marines. He's on shore, Leave home for a
week or two. So what does he do?
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Wrangles up a bunch of his military friends about 8 and
invite me to go camping with them in the forest behind our
house. Tells me I can invite a friend
or two of mine bring a hunting rifle in case they feel like
going on a deer hunt or something.
Sure, why not? Johnny's been away for a long
ass time. Invite my best friend Sarah to
go camping with us. She's like of course lol.
Now a word on John. He loves scaring the piss out of
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me. So the entire time people are
arriving at our house I'm expecting them to pull some sort
of shit. Keeping my cell phone in my bra
because we aren't that far away from the house and it's not like
we won't get in any service. When we're out in the woods.
Everything's fine for about 30 minutes.
I'm sitting with Sarah and we'regiggling.
All of John's Marine buddies aregood guys, but really rowdy.
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They have beer, offer us some. Sarah goes fuck it, but I've got
nothing against beer so why not?I take 1 beer and that's it.
They may be good guys, but they're guys and I'm not about
to get drunk with like 8 of themaround.
For the most part everything wasnormal until I felt something
watching me from the woods. I looked around for Johnny
because I wanted to ask him if he invited anybody else to go
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camping with us. He's nowhere to be seen worried,
but Johnny also has a rifle, so he'll be fine.
Take us up spots on the edge of the campsite so we can watch the
guys. After about 20 minutes there are
guys running around shirtless, laughing and hooting and
hollering and shit, wearing camofatigues and hiking boots and
having a good time, and Sarah and I are busy with the eye
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candy when I feel something grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Jesus Christ, it's Johnny, you fucking suck up on me.
I'm mad, but I'm not about to goback inside or anything.
Eventually the campsite gets moved a little deeper to the
forest. We can barely see the fence from
where we are. Sun is definitely going down
now, and in the dark the house and the fence fades from view.
A lot of campfire? Sure, why not?
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Dudes are dancing around shirtless.
Everybody's laughing around our house.
Usually the force lit up with noises after around sundown.
I'm talking like birds and shed.It always got pretty noisy, but
tonight it's dead silent. Not a single owl or bird or
anything. We don't care, it's a party.
Sarah is flirting hardcore. Some of the guys, and that's
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sort of gross to me, but only because IA associate them with
my brother and B, they're all 21and up.
Suddenly we hear this. I don't know, a whale.
A moan. Sounded like two people at the
same time, high pitched and low pitched off in the forest.
Everybody gets quiet. Thank God for Marines.
They put their shirts on and putaway the beer for a second.
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Maybe it's a bear N word when you have ever heard a bear like
that. At this point we noticed that
the forest is silent, just dead fucking silent.
Everybody is getting a little nervous now, especially Sarah.
Let's go back to the house. Come on guys, really we should
go back to the house. Johnny's buddy Martin basically
tells her to woman up and settledown.
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Sarah gets pissed and clams up. We hear it again, closer this
time. Johnny's got his rifle.
I go to get mine but like a fucking idiot I left it at home.
There are three people with hunting rifles including Johnny
and one guy with a pistol. Suddenly everything reeks.
I'm talking rotting mate and vomit.
It's so bad that one of Johnny'sfriends gags.
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Hardcore marine has been overseas for like 3 months.
He gags from the smell that is coming out of the woods.
Form up around us because protect the civilians I guess. 8
guys with Johnny, Sarah and I inthe middle now living in New
Mexico. We hear a lot of Spanish horror
stories and such so. There are a couple of jokes.
Floating around about La La Rona, the one who cries.
Which is a pretty popular ghost story.
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Sarah hates that sort of shit. Shut the fuck up guys, right
now. Seriously.
Martin tells her to cool her tits.
It's just a joke. She starts to reply when the
campfire goes out. Mass fucking panic.
The guys are shouting jargon to each other and two guys break
formation to try and get the fire back going again.
Sarah starts screaming and says somebody just touched my chest.
Fire goes back on. The guys get back into
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formation. Sarah is sobbing covering her
boobs with her arms. Johnny has his rival raised
looking around. The guys start to settle down
when Johnny starts screaming at the dude in the back of the
group. He's just standing there back to
the rest of us as per circle formation or whatever.
He isn't moving at all at first.I have no idea what the issue
is. I mean, maybe he drank a little
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too much or something. I try to calm Johnny down but
he's full man mode and I can't get him to chill.
Johnny, what the fuck is the matter with you?
He's screaming TTTT but the other guys don't know what the
fuck he's talking about. Look around to make sure
everyone's still there and I nearly shit myself.
There are nine people in the circle.
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Nope. A second later the other guys
catch on. The 2 standing on either side of
whoever the fuck this is. Leap back like it's about
explode all three rifles and thepistol level that this guy's
heads. He doesn't even fucking move as
8 dudes start shouting for him to get on the ground and put his
hands on his head. Hear something rustle in the
bushes off to the right. Eight dudes turn with military
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position to look and Sarah and Iscream because the second they
look away, No 9 starts to look over his shoulder and then
vanishes. Nope, out of the circle.
Nope, down the hill towards my house.
Nope, straight into the fence, because fuck it, I can't see
where I'm going. Luckily I'm a bit stockily built
and I've got plenty of muscle from hiking and hunting in the
woods, and the fence is old and weak.
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I go right through my fucking fence, cut myself in three
places, and get a fat splinter in my elbow, but I'm back in my
backyard at least. Johnny, Sarah, and the others
come hurtling down the hill after me.
File in through the fence, Tangosided.
In the light of the campfire, wecan see it standing in our
campsite looking down at us. Light is sketchy at best, but by
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this point, especially since it's standing in front of the
fire but from the fence, it looks like it's head is
jittering back and forth on its neck like those twitchy fuckers
in Jacob's ladder. 3 gunshots. When the muzzle flash dies down,
it's gone again. Hear the whale slash mode again.
And then closer than we ever hear is this freakish gibbering
laughter like hyena level shit. Shoot it now.
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They're wasting ammo out of fear, shooting at shadows in the
forest. Sarah has practically shit
herself by this time. She's sobbing and screaming and
trying to get me on my feet so we can get back inside.
Johnny tells the others to get through the fucking fence
already. When we all go back up, it's
halfway down the hill, shaking like it's vomiting or something,
but there's no sound or anythingcoming out of its mouth.
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Get in the fucking house, through the fence.
Sprint across the yard, Johnny pulling me along because my arm
fucking hurts and I can't do anything.
Make it back inside. Lock the back door, crowd around
it with guns, Martin helps me with my fucked up arm and Johnny
grabs my hunting rifle from my room, locking all the doors and
windows in the house as he goes.Sit around the door all night.
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Literally too pissed scared to leave our spots.
Parents come home from town at 12:15 and we all shit bricks.
My mom and dad refused to believe us even though I'm all
bloody. Johnny's gun has clearly been
fired and he shows them the clipand we're all clearly spooked as
fuck. They got mad at us for A locking
all the doors and B leaving a fire in the forest so they just
go right to bed. A Nod's mom is right, we got to
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put out that fire. Johnny's straight up fucking
laughs. Like who's going to be stupid
enough to go out back out there?Sarah volunteers.
Are you shitting me? Sarah started bitching about
having left her purse or something back at the campsite.
So eventually Martin, who I'm beginning to think at this point
is kind of a Dick bag, tells theothers that it's probably just
shadows and shit. Sarah goes with Marvin back at
the campsite. Marvin takes the pistol.
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We sit there for like 10 minutes, get an Ansier and
Ansier pounding on the back door.
Jesus Christ. Martin starts screaming for us
to let him in, calling us F words and N words and the like.
Johnny opens the door where Sarah doesn't know where the
fuck is Sarah. Apparently when they got out to
the campsite when Martin put outthe campfire, Sarah started
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giggling like a hyena and then vanished.
He got the fuck out of there. Johnny started arguing with
Martin about leaving a civilian alone in the forest and I'm just
ready to pass out or cry from exhaustion in my arm.
Johnny and Martin are fucking screaming at each other.
Mom comes in from her bedroom and tells them to shut the fuck
up, people are trying to sleep, what's going on?
I start crying. Tell her that Sarah's gone.
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What do you mean gone? Fuck if I know.
Martin fills my mom in and she goes to call the police.
Johnny tells her to wait in her room and lock it and her window
and the bathroom door. Martin calls Johnny an idiot and
tells them that they should get all the civilians rounded up in
the same place. Johnny starts to respond when
there's a thump on the back doorknocking, but it's horribly
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wrong. No rhythm or anything.
Sounded like some thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
thump thump. Raspy voice, like completely
inhuman. Says Tango from the other side
of the door. Sounded like Tango where Shah
fucks. Gee.
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Martin shoots through the door. Loud fucking scream.
Then the sound of someone hauling ass across the room.
Where's Sarah? Devolves into this guttural,
atrocious snarling, then quiet. After three or 4 minutes of
this, I swear to God it felt like an eternity.
We hear snuffling outside. The door smells back.
We are whimpering, then giggles from just outside the door near
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the bottom. Whimpering like a dog or an
animal. Then very very softly from the
bottom of the door. Sarah.
EM, Sarah, everything in my bodygoes fucking cold.
My stomach doesn't flip and the guys are too freaked out to even
shoot for a second. Johnny puts a rifle around
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through the door, but by the time he shoots the thing must
have moved because seconds laterwe hear the hyena laughter.
Up on the hill again. Watch the back door until the
police show up. Someone is in the forest fucking
with us. They investigate, come back in
the half an hour and say that their dogs are going ape shit,
but they can't find anything. Have we been doing drugs?
Etcetera, Alcohol, but that's it.
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Police leave and we don't hear the thing again.
Nobody felt safe going home thatnight.
My bedroom had a window looking out into the backyard, so
everybody slept in the living room.
The next day we all got our shitfrom the campsite and I went to
Sarah's house to tell her parents that Sarah had gone
missing in the forest. Sarah lived down the street from
us and their backyard didn't lead into the forest like ours
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did, but it was really close. Sarah's mom answers the door.
Explain. What are you talking about?
I heard Sarah come in early thismorning, nopped out of there.
We moved about 3 weeks later to California before anybody asked.
No, I didn't go to see Sarah at all after that.
She didn't show up to school andI refused to even go outside
alone without my rifle, so that was sort of a shut in.
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When I was 20 I was out of a joband didn't have any university
or plans on going to university.I was basically lost in limbo
without knowing where to turn next.
I was living at home and spent hours on the Internet staying up
all night and sleeping all day. I was always a bit of an
introvert that preferred the company of me, myself and I
Staying up through the nights and disregarding the day was a
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way out of the norm and avoidingpeople altogether.
Then I got the classic talk frommy dad that all kids get when
they're useless and at home doing nothing.
I was tired of hearing it so I decided I needed to move out to
my continue my lazy antisocial behavior.
I have family way up north in the sticks.
There is nothing around except acouple sawmills and a couple
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nickel mines. My grandfather has a piece of
property that is over 350 acres of unexplored Bush.
It was hardly farmable, just a giant section of woods, streams,
ponds, and rocks. My grandfather has a timeshare
in Florida, so he was gone for the rest of the year.
I called him and asked if I could go up to there to live.
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In exchange I would do lumberjacking for wood to sell
and use. I remember his comments exactly.
Yeah, I don't. I don't give a shit.
You're wasting your time up there.
No work, no school, no people, no Internet.
But if that's what you want, go ahead and knock yourself out.
Just don't burn down my fucking house.
My bags were already. Packed.
I knew he wouldn't mind. I told my dad what I was doing.
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He was pretty much speechless and had a look of concern.
He then told me I was wasting mylife and should go to school.
I told him it was what I wanted and needed to do.
We parted ways. I got into my 93 civic hatch
that had a shot suspension and bald tires and took a 14 hour
car ride to no man's land. I was happier than a pig and
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shit I made myself good and comfy.
When I got to the house it was given to my grandfather by an
Irishman that had passed on. He built the house with his
family in the mid 1800s as a kid, have been there ever since.
Have you ever seen the Amity horror?
It looked just like that house, but much much smaller.
The stove was an old black cast iron beast, the kind you only
see in movies or on an old historic village tour, and it
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had a large barn full of tools and an old JD tractor, a
smokehouse for meats, a large Vezzi garden, an outhouse, and a
chicken coop that wasn't in use anymore after unpacking and
relaxing the distance. In fact, I was alone, began to
sit in there wasn't ATV, Internet or video game insight.
Luckily my grandfather had two snowmobiles, a four Wheeler, a
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Gator, and a dirt bike, and lotsof hunting rifles and shotguns
to boot. I figured most of my time would
be spent outdoors, which was OK,but I was a bit nervous.
The next day I drove into town, if you could even call it that.
I stocked up on canned goods andcovered food that would survive
a nuclear Holocaust. I came back and got to
lumberjacking. It was slow at first to remember
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everything my grandma had shown me as a kid 8 to 12 years old,
but after four or five hours I had it down pat.
I take the tractor chains and hooks a Jerry can and chainsaw
out of the Bush. I find a cedar or spruce tree,
cut it down, chain it up to the tractor and drag it off to the
main trail right, a normal flatbed trailer waiting.
I then cut it up into two or three foot sections and stack
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it. Once the trailer was full, I tow
it to the barn where in the backwas a large hydraulic wood
splitter. I split it into four to six
sections depending on the diameter of the piece.
Once I cut it all, I stacked it all.
This was the routine. It was long and hard work.
But it gave me. Purpose.
And it gave me joy. I thought of myself as a
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pioneer. I was in the great outdoors
alone. Taking down trees and supplying
villagers was something they needed to survive.
I felt proud of myself and made cash doing it.
While I wasn't getting rich, I had enough for all the amenities
that were needed to survive in such a place.
I kept this routine for months and locals began coming for me
to wood because it was so cheap and I was a youngster looking
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after my grandfather's home. It was well thought of in the
town. Then winter came and everything
went to shit. Winter on the farm was one of
the most depressing times of my life.
Not being able to do much work and have no interest in human
contact or Internet really brought me down.
I reflected on my life and the fact I had no friends anymore
because I'd abandoned them with no warning.
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Why I did this I do not know butI had some type of mental
feeling that. I had to leave.
Everyone behind and never speak to them again.
I began having S word thoughts. The more I thought about often
myself the more I accepted it asbeing an OK thing to do.
I wasn't religious so I didn't have the thought of going
straight to hell. I viewed it more as.
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If a goldfish were to die. Where do you think it would go?
I think it doesn't go anywhere. It is just dead blackness.
No more thoughts like turning itoff a car for good.
I thought about how my family would miss me and how it hurt
them, but I was so depressed, unhappy and discomforted by my
progress in life and the fact that I had no one.
After a few. Weeks of -30°C weather in brutal
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snow. I decided to go on a snowmobile,
load up on my snowshoes, take myrifle and go deep into the Bush
to end my mental suffering. I'd given up on everything.
I jumped on the sled at 8:00 AM.The sun was brighter than ever.
You couldn't look anywhere without squinting your eyes like
an Eskimo. The sun reflected off the snowy
landscape as if it were mere with a full tank and a Jerry
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cannon's backup. I would go a long ways away.
I let the skid do idle and get warmed up.
I was thinking to myself that I may actually go through this.
I kept going over what ifs but in butts in my head as if I were
trying to talk myself out of it.I said fuck it out loud and
jumped on the skiddo and let it RIP.
I took the tractor trailer as far as it would go into the
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Bush. It ends after I saw a 45 minute
drive then turns into four Wheeler and Gator trails.
I took a trail deeper and deeper.
After I saw 2 1/2 hours of riding the trail stopped and did
AU turn. It was the end of the track.
I then grabbed my rifle and put on my snowshoes.
I quickly realized something, I hadn't written a note for anyone
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to find my body or even know what I'd done.
I knew that if my parents had noidea what had happened to me, it
would wonder for the rest of their lives and would tear them
apart. I yelled out fucking through my
rifle. I paced towards my sled and
repeated what I said. I started to turn and remember.
I literally just threw my rifle.Shit get off the sled and walk
towards rifle. I bend down and grab it and
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stand up and froze stiff. I burst of adrenaline was
injected throughout my entire body.
And turned my cold frame into a steel oven.
There was a black figure in the distance hiding behind a tree
watching me. It wasn't an animal.
It looked like the shape of a man, but it wasn't a man.
I ran as of my sled and hit the throttle.
I ripped back home and didn't look back to get back home.
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It only took me maybe 2 1/2 hours and I rode hard.
I got inside that house, put coffee on and an ate fried
Bologna with beans and toast. As I pigged out, I kept that
thing's image in my head and I was wondering what it was.
How did it get there? For how long has it been there?
Does it know I'm here? How could it survive?
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Is it coming for me? Can it follow my snowmobile
tracks? Does my grandpa know?
I then decided to call my grandfather in Florida.
He didn't answer his phone. He was probably chilling on the
beach drinking beers. I thought, fuck.
I called my dad just to calm my nerves.
He could send something was off with me and asked me what was
up. I told him I was out hunting and
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I seen something. I described what I seen and he
went silent over the phone. He took a breath and said son.
When I was a kid living on the farm me and a girl went back
there to the lake for a swim. We got there on our bicycles in
August. I had my rifle with me because
of all the bears that passed through the land after me and
the girl were swimming around and laughing and do her thing.
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She screamed and pointed across.I looked across the pond and
there stood what looked like a burned up human being.
He was charred up, had a bit of head hair, eyes as bright and
blue as I had ever seen. Its arms are so long its hands
nearly came to his knees. It screeched at us with the most
insane volume I had ever heard and birds flooded the trees.
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I ran out of the pond, grabbed my rifle and shot at it.
It ran into the trees and me andmy girl jumped on our bikes and
gave it a shit all the way home.That was the first and final
time I'd ever seen that thing. I actually hadn't thought of it
in years and years until you told me that.
You need to be really fucking careful, son.
In fact, why don't you just comehome?
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It's boring up there. Anyways.
I told him I was staying and enjoyed it.
Here I was lying now more. Do you want it?
I got off the phone with him, feeling no better.
The only difference was that I could think clearer.
I thought if this thing is coming for me, it's going to
take it a while by foot. I got time.
I got the guns and put a loaded one in every room.
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Some had slugs, some had shells,and I also had a hatchet that I
had sharpened to a very fine thickness with a stone grinder
in the barn. If I swung at your wrist with
one swift motion, it would probably take your hand right
off, or at least leave it hanging by a thread.
As nightfall drew closer, I madeone final meal and killed all
the lights and. Left all the blinds open for
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good visibility and to make it hard for whatever is out there
to see me inside. I went upstairs which was 2
bedrooms that had large windows and one walk out balcony.
I thought this would be an excellent spot to watch and
snipe as I settled in to see if this thing would come.
I began thinking about what I was going to do earlier.
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I still was depressed, but because I was active and keeping
my mind on to something, I didn't feel like off of myself
anymore. Maybe that was it, I thought.
Keeping active, busy and productive.
With a bit of excitement. Thrown in keeps your mind off
shit. It doesn't really matter
anyways. Just as I was having a bit of a
personal milestone, I heard heavy footsteps in the snow.
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I looked out the window and before my eyes stood that thing
I had seen earlier but now in full view.
I got a strong feeling of nervousness in my abdomen,
tightened and barked at me. As if it were about to shit
myself at any moment from sheer fear.
It was just as my dad described to me.
Piercing blue eyes, almost glowing.
The moonlight reflected off of them like the cover of the dark.
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Side of the moon. It had the color and appearance
of the grit in the bottom of your BBQ if you don't clean it
much. I ran out on the porch to get a
shot off. It darted off around the house
before I could even lift my weapon.
Fuck. Ran inside again, ran to the
other window. I could see it again just
standing there like an idiot watching me.
I turned the crank and the window opened up.
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I said who are you? It didn't respond, it just
stared at me. I repeat.
Tell me who you are. Or I'm going to shoot you.
And then it said it's name. It's said in a low drawn out,
harsh, hoarse voice. Jurdock, my name.
I said what do you want with me?I'm out of my own business.
What are you doing here? Please leave me.
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It then walked closer to the house and looked up at me.
My nose was filled with the mostpungent odor ever.
It then said, if you won't, I will.
And that same exact voice that can almost not be described
unless it was mimicked with sometype of computer sound program.
I said do what? It said K yourself you failed.
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My heart froze. I decided not to do it.
It then stretched his arms out to the wall of the house and
began scaling it like it was fucking spider man.
I yelled and panicked from sheershock and fumbled my rifle.
It fell right out of my fucking window and by that time it was
feet away from the window. It reached his God awful hand at
the window and cut my arm with his fingernail.
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I grabbed my hatchet and buried it into his forearm and made a
sound a bear makes when you shoot it.
It fell to the ground on its side and I ran for the spare gun
in the room. I came back to the window and it
was running for the barn. I took a shot but it didn't do
much. This gun had a shell and it
wasn't ideal for the range I fired at.
I pushed my dresser to the hall,push it down the stairs and then
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pushed the bed to the hall and pushed it down the stairs.
I then pushed a few end tables to the staircase.
I essentially clogged it up so it couldn't get up there from
the main floor. I know it can climb now, but I
prefer to only have to cover twosides then multiple sides.
I locked the door and just kept my eyes and ears open.
I didn't see it again. Daybreak came quick.
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I could see its blood droplets in the snow.
I climbed over and pulled shit out of the stairs and
investigated. It was nowhere to be found.
I grabbed my rifle and followed the droplets.
It went down the tractor hall. I walked for 10 minutes
following this trail. I can see it go off even
further. It's foot tracks as well.
I decided it wasn't worth it to go ahead and hunt it.
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You probably went as deep as if not deeper.
The first time I had seen it, I decided it was time to leave
this place for good. I went inside, grabbed my
clothes, got into my car and started driving off.
I never told my dad or my grandpa.
I still have nightmares of this thing and I wonder how it knew
what I was thinking or going to do.
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I've been trying to research other sightings and descriptions
of it but can find nothing unfortunately.
I don't want to say it is a demon because I really don't
know or believe in that religious crap.
I don't know what it is. No idea.
All I know is for the last eightyears since this happened, I've
had a slew of health problems and bad luck.
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I have night terrors of Jurdock.Almost 95% of my sleeps.
I have to take medications just to fall asleep.
I think it may have been the nail that cut me when it reached
into the window. I often wonder if it is still up
there. I know that isn't a worthy
ending to the story, but it is what it is.
What can I say? Awesome story Opie.
It's neat that it could talk andhad a name.
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How tall was it? Did it just look like a charred
human or did it have any strangeanimal like features?
Also, I'm not sure about the health problems, but I'm sure
that the dreams will stop. However, in order for the dreams
to stop, you must confront the beast and end it once and for
all. Game of Thrones tourists here.
Fucking awesome story Opie. And genuinely spooked spoiler
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but it it's not true right? I think it may have been about
6-3 or so. Quite tall and then a very long
face. A large overbite.
It looked human but not human. Almost like it was missing some
chromosome or something. Maybe one day when I get a death
wish I'll head back up and go for it.
My grandpa passed away four years ago.
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The property was sold to Clear Cutters by my dad and my
sisters. As far as I know the house was
knocked down and they put up a small office and living quarters
for the lumberjacks to clear cutthere.
This is near Chaploo, Ontario, off the beaten path.
That's a little unfortunate. Maybe you could pose as a
reporter and call the Clear Cutter barracks or visit them
and ask if anyone has seen anything.
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Arm yourself and hunt the motherfucker down.
If I wasn't so far north and Quebec, I would probably go.
I actually dissed that maybe three years ago.
The workers had already been there for a year.
I actually said that I was a fisheries and wildlife
technician for the region and that I'd heard of a sign of a
creature described as the one I encountered.
They said they hadn't seen anything of the short.
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You got to remember, though, my grandfather's land had
boundaries. But past those boundaries, the
Bush simply continues on crow land for miles upon miles.
It's basically a frontier. I somehow doubt it is dead
because my dad has seen it. I had seen it in over 25 years.
When he's seen it, and I know mythoughts.
There's something about it that isn't natural.
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Also, I hammered in the forearm with the axe.
You know for a fact I broke its forearm bones because I heard
them break. I also know the axe went all the
way through his arms because theflat back of the axe was buried
into the arm. If it's like you and me, that
kind of wound in the -25°C weather, it's highly possible it
did die. But I don't know, man, I think
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about it a lot. I sometimes wish, like you guys
have said, that I continued on and tracked it.
But I was spooked, it was cold and I was shook to my core.
Yes man, it did happen bro, bro to bro.
Never knew you could feel that kind of fear and worry.
Up to the point, as I said before, I need antidepressants,
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sleep meds, and now I have a valve in my heart.
I'm only 28. I have no history of family
health issues. I was an athlete growing up.
I was an outdoorsman. It all went downhill when I
left. I never told my dad or my
grandfather. I thought my dad or my
grandfather would go hunting forit and I really didn't want them
to get hurt or worse in. All Right guys that wraps up
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some cursed 4 Chan stories. My favorite story was definitely
the last one. I really like that one.
It was creepy, unique, and what do you think the OP saw or the
Anon saw? Super scary, super interesting
and like the video title cursed.I really wonder if these people
were cursed with something. Hopefully not.
And comment down below what yourfavorite story was.
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I appreciate you guys watching. You all are the best.
Please like and subscribe. Thank you and this is Snook and
I'll see you next time. Bye.
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