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I want to tell you a story. It's the story of a man.
You see, my great grandma was a real nice old lady.
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She had a nice little old lady house.
We used to go there a lot beforeshe passed away several years
ago and my grandparents torn it down to build a new house for
themselves on top. One thing I distinctly remember
was her attic. Boy was it scary.
It was dark, only one light bulbwould work, and you had to be
real careful because there was alot of exposed insulation, so if
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he stepped off the boards to getaround he'd probably fall
straight through the ceiling into the room below.
But it wasn't so much the atmosphere of the attic, the
fact it was dark, dusty and smelt a little weird.
It was a story my uncle and my dad used to tell me about the
attic, and now I'm going to tellyou a very long time ago when my
grandpa was just a little boy that moved into the house.
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It was nice. Two bedrooms, a nice bathroom,
dining room, kitchen. My great grandparents made a
very decent living. My great grandfather owned a
very successful Body Shop, my great grandmother sold Avon.
And one day my grandpa was playing in the living room when
there was a knock at the door. He answered and there stood a
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man. He was wearing a nice suit,
holding a nice hat against his chest with a polite smile on his
face. Hello there, junior.
He said. Is your father home?
My great grandfather approached the door, suspicious.
If you're selling anything, I'm not interested.
Thanks. He said before trying to close
the door. But no.
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This stranger interrupted with astart.
No, no Sir, I promise I'm no salesman.
Now, I'd just like to talk to you if you wouldn't mind.
About what? My great grandfather asked.
I was wondering if I could take a look in your attic.
You see, I used to live. Here and it it would be really
bring back some memories. The man was nervous but my great
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grandfather wasn't about to fallfor a con man.
Sorry Sir, my wife's about to finish dinner I'm not
interested. So we shut the door and ushered
my young grandfather away. A day passed and it was another
hot summer day. My great grandmother was fixing
my grandpa lunch when she heard a knock.
Wallace, could you? Get the door.
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She called the great grandpa, who sighed and obeyed his wife.
It was the man again. Now see here, Mr. I already told
you I don't want some stranger my house.
You leave me and my family alonebefore you upset my son and
wife. And if you upset my son and
wife, I think there's going to be some trouble.
Please, Sir. The man pleaded, wringing his
hands. It'll only take a moment.
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I absolutely must get up there if they're even for 10 minutes.
This time my grandfather didn't give him the liberty of a
goodbye, only a slam door. A few days passed, peaceful
playing, working the life of your average Canadian upper
middle class family took place. As usual, my great grandfather,
great grandmother and grandfather sat eating dinner
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one evening. I like to imagine they were
having my grandma's, this is what I called her, roasted
chicken and potatoes. So delicious.
But I digress again. Knock at the door.
It sounded important. I.
Swear if it's that son of a bitch again asking to get in our
attic, I'll be tuning his clock for good.
My great grandpa muttered getting up.
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Wallace, please nothing in frontof little Jim.
My great grandmother cried. It was the man again.
He was not however alone. He was with another man who'd
look similar. Now Soror, before you chase his
way, please understand we're brothers and we absolutely must
speak with you. He said before my great
grandfather could curse him out,up and down.
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Well spit it out then man, now you've gone and then dropped to
my supper after a long day's work, and this had better be
good. My grandfather threatened.
Tell me Sir, have you ever heardstrange noises in your house?
Scratching, shuffling, maybe even light moaning from your
attic? The new man asked calmly.
My grandfather turned stone cold.
His son, my grandpa, had often whined of scratching and other
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sounds to which both his parentsattributed to maybe mice.
Maybe we have, maybe we haven't.Why do you ask?
He answered coldly, crossing hisarms.
The men at the door exchanged worried glances.
If you'd let us come up to your attic, you could come if you
like, but it would be better if you told your son to go to his
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room, your wife to the kitchen, and for US men to go upstairs.
So my great grandfather told my grandpa to go play, asked his
wife to clear the table, and LEDthe men up into the tank attic.
They used it only for storage. There were no real reasons to
come up here, ever. The two men looked around.
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They knock on the wood of the walls in the attic in various
different spots. Knock, knock, hollow, knock,
knock hollow, knock, knock, not hollow.
My grandfather froze as they nodded at one of another before
turning to my great grandfather.Now Sir, please believe us when
we say we'll pay for any damagesthat need to be fixed and that
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what we're about to do may be very shocking, maybe even
frightening to you, so you may very well not want to see what's
about to happen. My great grandfather pondered
right then and there about turning his heel and waiting
downstairs. But no, he had to be the man and
stay for his family's sake. Go ahead then, what's in there?
He asked. He wished he hadn't.
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The two men pulled out the boards, peeling away the old
wood fairly easy. My great grandfather felt
vicious bile building his stomach and throat.
The smell, oh God, the smell. His body was frail and gnarled.
His skin was a ghostly white, his bare teeth yellow as freshly
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boiled sweet corn. His eyes were opened, glazed
over and staring. The pupils were Milky, he was
blind, the white were barely that, instead they were
bloodshot to a point that was almost unbelievable.
His fingernails resembles long brown talons.
Horror filled my great grandfather as the two men bowed
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their heads. It's him, Said one, The other
one sighed and covered his nose with his sleeve.
This thing, this remnant of a once living man was dead, but
freshly. That was when my great
grandfather had reached his boiling point.
Now you both had better get explained to me right now.
Just what in God's name is goingon here?
Is this some sort of sick joke Iought to know?
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Blow your brains out of both of you where you stand.
He bellowed. Sam, go get the blankets from
the car, I'll explain. One man said as Sam nodded and
left. Sir, please understand we're
we're no monsters. You see, this is our brother.
He began fretfully looking at the mangled creature in the
wall. Your brother, you six sons of
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bitches locked up your own brother in the wall.
My great grandfather cried out, placing a hand on his queasy
stomach. Never Sir, never.
Said the man my father just passed.
We never even knew this poor boyexisted out of entire lives.
My other brother and I now it would seen.
Our brother here was born with some sort of mental retardation,
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something that my father and mother couldn't handle as
parents, so they chose to do theunthinkable rather than face the
public with their shame. He explained, motioning for the
shell of a man. Mind you, this story takes place
in a time when something like a mental defect was seen as a
terribly embarrassing thing. My grandfather held his head.
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He looked at the dead man in theattic, then back to the
stranger. Get this, this this thing out of
my house, send someone over to patch up your mess, and then
never ever come near my family again, you hear me?
He ordered. You can rely on that Sir, we
have not wanted to bother you inthe 1st place, but we couldn't
sleep at night knowing some poorfamily was stuck with him,
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living up in your walls. You see, he probably was sucking
the moisture from the ceiling and eating bugs and mold.
I would think it's amazing he could have survived.
My grandfather solemnly said nothing.
He only watched as Sam returned and the two men bundled their
strange, demented and dead brother, leaving with a
courteous thank you, followed bya repairman in a generous fruit
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basket. A day later, when my grandmother
asked what had happened, my grandfather could not bear
telling her. Ratzy said.
Just rats. I don't know if this story
belongs here. Whatever, here's the story.
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It's fucking long, but bear withme, friend.
Not in The story tells us about a place to get palm readings.
Lifting buddy and I go to get palms readings.
Show up to this shady ass place at 10 in the morning wearing our
workout gear. Ghost bitch is already Murnin.
Stereotypical scraggly gypsy woman shakes our hands and seats
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us at the table with a crystal ball.
Asks who wants to go first. Hispanic heritage kicks in and I
Nope. At the last minute, French adds
up to the plate. Woman grabs his hand, he flexes
slightly. Woman goes from smiling to
horrified. Starts grabbing and studying his
hand like a last will. Feeling weird.
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Man tells my friend he's got something following him.
Ask him if he did any ouija voodoo bullshit.
Says he smashed a hole in the wall when he was drunk lifting
at home. Says there was a some type of
decorative skull behind it that he now uses as decoration in his
bedroom. Gypsy lets us leave without
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pain. At the gym 30 minutes later,
spotting friend, Wally benches some newbie.
Dumbass is curling next to us like no joke, 6 inches away from
us. Dude slips up in a day, swings
A20. He's holding that friend's head,
throws the bar up and ducks justin time, almost impaling himself
trying to catch the bar. Newbie apologizing while friend
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gets back up and I'm shitting myself still.
Tell friend he should go home. Friend looks unfazed and wants
to continue leave to Abuela's sister's house to get some sage
and silver. Go back to gym and give it to a
friend. The next day.
Friend looks happier than normal.
Tells me some shit went down at his house.
Says the power was dead even though his bills were paid and
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the rest of his neighborhood hadpower.
Heard rattling of silverware. Uses flashlight app to see.
Saw a silhouette of someone crawl under the kitchen counter.
Nothing under the counter, not even shelves.
Friend doesn't believe in Ouija shit and believes it's an
intruder or animal. Friend grabs his pull up bar and
gets ready for the sweet fit justice.
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Yells obscenities while patrolling his house, says he
sees what looks like a small humanoid crouched in his weight
room give zero fucks and tosses the pull up bar at the window.
Chatters like blanket kneecap squatting thing.
Nowhere. Insight.
Friend then starts to consider Ouija shit.
Calls other friend for advice. Our lifting group had some odd
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characters. Johnny answers and tells him to
burn the sage and carry the silver.
Says he'll be by with some holy water.
Drops it off. I'll call my grandmother
tomorrow to help. She's like one of the medium
people. Friend sits down on his couch
while the house smells like old watches American dad looks at
the sage, dried up and out. Goes to his pocket for the
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silver. Fucking melted instead of.
Warm. It was cold.
Starts to see something dart back and forth across the room.
TV goes off and Stata comes on. Says high pitched screaming
fills the house. Friend gets annoyed, walks over
to the weight room and smash theskull against the wall in a
fluid motion. Like imagine walking into a
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room, tipping over a vase, then going back to doing what you
were doing. He did that, except through a
skull against the wall. Says how the house shook,
Screaming got higher, then stopped.
Lights go off again. Here's numerous footsteps
getting close to him. Tells me he is mildly freaked
out. At this point I'm very concerned
that he said mildly. Says he doused himself in holy
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water and started swinging as hard as he could into the
darkness. Only hears the wind breaking on
his fists. Says he heard the footsteps
getting further away from him. Screams nuh uh.
Starts running around his house and swinging the darkness.
Fucks up his living room in the process.
Tells me he swears he made contact with something flushy a
few times. Doesn't remember falling asleep.
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Wakes up and goes to the gym to tell me this.
The next day, friend goes outside to make frequent calls
throughout his routines. Ask him if he's trying to get in
touch with a priest. Tells me been calling his home
phone and leaving angry voice messages for the ghosts.
Says he would buy a snake just to fly an end out with a rolling
pin until it dies. Friend goes home again.
Fast forward a few days, looks completely normal.
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Asked Johnny if lifting buddy was all right.
Tells me it's disturbing how well he is handling the
situation. Says he went to Lifting Buddy's
house to check him on the stitchand feels a presence but it's
feeling scared. Lifting Buddy walks out of his
bathroom naked, wiping his ass with a Ouija board towel.
Throws in on the floor and kicksit into the living room, pours
more holy water on it, then takes it outside to burn it.
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Ask friend if he's hungry. Sure.
Says he pulled out an open Ouijaboard he bought at Spencer's and
uses it as a fucking cutting board.
Says he repeatedly stabbed the cutting knife into the board
when he was not using it. Breaks the board in half after
he's done chopping up tomatoes and throws it in the trash.
Washes his hands then pisses in the trash can even.
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I think this is disrespecting the spirits too much.
They both eat grilled chicken salad, then Johnny leaves.
Says on the way out lifting bodygoes into the lifting room and
puts another crucifix on the wall.
I'm going to put in Jesus on this wall and I'll be back to
fucking masturbate on my bench press while thinking about
Lucifer's whore daughter. Punches a hole in the wall
before leaving. Johnny causes his abuelo that
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night. Abuela goes to lifting Buddy's
House of the priest the next day.
Says her. Abuela and Priest were also
amazed slash disturbed with how Lifting Buddy is fighting the
situation. Priest actually coward and
mirrored Lifting Buddy pissing naked on the Satanic Bible he
bought at some shady bookstore. Tells priest he walks around
naked a lot lately and talk shitabout Satan.
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Priest leaves before cleansing. Abuela stays to do her medium
thing. Tries to contact the spirits.
Says it was a group of entities that were very pissed that their
shrine was disturbed. Tells her that they have no
power since lifting Buddy isn't remotely scared of anything
they've done. Lifting Buddy walks back into
weight room with a dead snake. Abuela says the entities scatter
like roaches. Check out what I found on this
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tree this morning. Takes a bite out of the apple.
A fucking dead snake. Throws the snake on the floor,
putting holy water and salt on it.
Kicks it into the carpet a few times before peeling it off and
throwing it into the trash can in the kitchen.
Abuela is what the fucking it this man's mental strength or
ignorance. Tries to contact the spirits
again. They keep running from her.
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Finally talks to one. Says they are scared of lifting.
Buddy ghosts are scared of my bulky friend.
Abuela asks what could have madethem pass on, says they did
black magic to get revenge on some asshole landlord from way
back then. Says they had incriminating shit
to shame his family. Within the wall with the skull,
a boiler tells lifting buddy what he needs to do.
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Lifting buddy goes into the weight room, makes the hole in
the wall bigger by throwing a 15through the wall.
Finds a folder with records of some sort.
I'm not lying about any of this,I swear.
And especially this next part. Lifting buddy flips through the
papers, then wipes his balls with it.
Aboila, horrified, crumbles themup and throws them into the
corner of the room. Tells the spirits to piss off,
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then punches another hole in thewall.
Total of 13 holes at this point Aboila says may go have mercy in
Spanish, then leaves. Goes back to lifting buddy's
house a month later and immediately goes to the weight
room. More holes than wall.
Destroyed AF, but like Halo descending from the heavens, the
bench press and squatting rack are still there.
Tries to contact spirits, nothing.
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Smiles and asked my friend if hedid what needed to be done.
Again, not lying about any of this.
Tells Abuela he uncrumbled the papers and got the address of
this bastard. Papers were only from 60 years
ago, so the guy was still alive,just as old as dust.
Finds the address of this guy insome sort of mansion.
Knocks on the door wearing a jetswirl.
You must Star Wars Yoda tank topboards, shorts, pink sunglasses
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and a backwards Chicago Bulls snap back.
Johnny said Lifting Buddy went into a lot of detail about his
wardrobe for this. Some scrawny white guy in his
mid 30s opens the door. Lifting Buddy holds up the paper
and asks for the person in the papers name.
Hey Dad, someone's here to see you.
He has documents. Lifting Buddy lets himself in
and finds the old man in the studies.
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Who are you? Notices the paper.
Where did you get that? Old man tries to grab the
papers. Lifting Buddy punches the old
man in the face. Dentures fly out.
Says it was like some shit out of a movie.
Crouches in his face and sets the old man straight.
Sherlock Homestyle guy's son running and jumps on my lifting
buddy's back. Lifting buddy stops mid
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sentence, let's the guy down, then gut punches him until he
hobbles out of the front and pukes into the hallway.
Tells the old man to set shit right or he'll be back for
blood. Leaves.
Fast forward a couple days, various cars outside of my
lifting buddy's house. Thinks the old man brought some
friends and grabs his pull up bar.
Walks outside in his tank top house shorts.
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Various families are thanking him and giving him home cooked
foods. Thank him for getting their
grandparents properties back. The documents were apparently
deeds Swindled out by the old man family.
Say the whole will never forget you spiel and leave.
Friend looks into the Tupperware.
Nothing but calories and carbs, cookies, briskets, gumbo.
Throws it all away and goes backto his lifting in his weight
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room. See old man's name in the news a
few days later. Apparently he was hated by the
community for being a Dick. Somehow only heard about him
now. News didn't disclose how he
died. Don't know if it was from my
lifting body doing more damage than he thought, the ghosts
getting their revenge or naturalcauses.
Hasn't had any paranormal problems since then except for
one. Says he went into the kitchen
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for a late night non cheating snack and saw full body
apparitions. They smiled at him since he
grabbed an apple head, nodded while taking a bite and walked
away to his bedroom. He stops halfway and turns
around. Holy fuck you guys are real.
Spirits fade when smiling. Lifting buddy goes to sleep.
Lifting buddy still lifts and does insane shit like he always
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does. No one talks with them since the
ghost puncher incident. Abuela mirrors every time she's
around him and I think the priest hold his priest buddy
slash church because everyone mires and cowers and Grays twice
as hard when they're around him.Again, none of this was made-up.
No walk the dinosaur tension. My friend legitimately beat up a
bunch of ghosts. My grandpa always taught me to
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fear rainy days. He would tell me these stories
about Redvark, the local maximumsecurity prison.
He would tell me about the violent criminals.
And the deeds they did end up there.
He would explain to me how some of these men were so dangerous
that they couldn't be trusted tolive in normal jail cells, that
they needed to be chained to thestone walls.
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My grandpa would tell me about rainy days and stormy nights.
How the rain would weaken the stone and how these men could
pull the chains right out of thewall if the weather was bad
enough. He showed me newspaper clippings
of escapees. There was always a handful per
year. He would tell me that do AT the
prison breaks always coincided with rainy weather.
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Most escapees would flee to the surrounding neighborhoods.
They would try to hide in people's garages and basements
under their porches, waiting forthe rain to pass.
Sometimes the men would break into the houses.
Sometimes the men would do unspeakable things to people
residing in those houses. We lived only about 8 miles from
Red Park, and on those days my grandpa would remind me of this.
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My grandpa would tell me that onrainy days it was best to just
stay in my room, to lock my door, to put some music on low,
grab a comic book, and get my head somewhere else.
He even taught me how to turn mycloset into a fortress of
solitude. We threw a blanket and couple of
pills in there. I had a few posters of
superheroes on the closet wall. I kept a box of comic books and
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baseball cards in one corner anda metallic footlocker filled
with junk food and cassette tapes in the other.
My grandpa would encourage me toget in the closet when it
rained, especially when it stormed.
I would sit in there listening to my Walkman.
I would finger through comic books.
I would bundle myself up againstthe pillows and drift asleep.
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I felt safe in my. Closet and I enjoyed the hours
that I would spend in there on rainy days.
He would tell me that most of the time during escapes, the
convicts would only usually hurtpeople they happen to come
across. If they broke into a home to
avoid police and there was a family sitting around the TV in
the living room, they would strike.
He would tell me that if a red varque prisoner escaped and if
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they came to our neighborhood and if they broke into her
house, that as long as I stayed in my closet I'd be OK.
It would be possible for a convict to find me and hurt me,
but as long as I stayed in my closet for it, I'd be safe as
anyone in town. I would remind.
Myself on this on rainy days I would sit in my closet and think
about it and it would make me feel safe.
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My grandpa disappeared one June.I lived with him alone.
My parents had died years earlier.
My grandpa disappeared and I wasafraid to call the police.
I knew if something happened to my grandpa, the police would
take me away and force me to live in a home.
I didn't want to live in a home.I had a home.
I kept this. Disappearance to myself.
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For over a week I would walk myself to school.
I knew where Grandpa kept emergency cash and so I would
take a little here and there to the corner bodega and buy some
milk and sandwich meats. One day, about 8 days after his
disappearance, they let us out of school.
Early storm of the century, theysaid.
Thunder and lightning and heavy rain all night.
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The rain was so heavy that nightthe local streets flooded over.
On the walk home from school, the water was up to my ankles.
By 9:00 the water was coming up to people's knees.
I got home, climbed into my little hiding space and covered
myself in a blanket. Thunder clapped outside.
I was very afraid. The storm itself unsettled me,
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but thinking about red Bark and how easy it would be to escape
during a storm like this terrified me.
We lost power after a little while.
I sat in the closet in darkness.I turned to my Walkman for
solace. After a few hours the music
started to stutter. After a few more minutes it
stopped altogether. Batteries dead as doornails I.
Continued to sit in. Silence.
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The power hadn't come back on yet.
The darkness and silence enveloped me.
Then the silence was broken by ascratching noise some distance
away. I ignored it at. 1st but it grew
louder and more incessant. Finally, I reluctantly left the
safety of my Fort. In the upstairs hallway, I
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stopped and listened. The noise was clearly coming
from downstairs. I descended the stairs, my heart
pounding in my chest. I got to the kitchen and stopped
to listen again. The noise still sounded as if it
were coming from below me. We had no basement, so the fact
that the noises were coming from.
Beneath me was. Unsettling.
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There were more noises now, too,not just scraping.
I thought I heard moaning. I crouched slow to the floor,
listening. The noises grew louder as I
entered the living room, louder still as I entered the main
corridor. I stopped on a throw rug at the
end of the hallway. The noises were at their loudest
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here below me. I pulled the throw wug away and
saw a trap door must have led toa basement or a crawl space.
I had no idea it existed. I had no idea there was anything
under that rug. I wondered why it was padlocked.
I grabbed a ring of old keys that hung on a hook in the mud
room. I tried the keys in the padlock.
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One after another. The 4th key slid in the lock
like a base runner sliding in two.
Something pounded against the bottom of the trap door.
Flap flap. It was followed by muffled
voices. Ulo, every dare.
I could barely make out their voices flop.
Help us. I understood that.
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I turned the key and lifted up the trap door.
The worst smell I've ever known wafted up and hit me in the
chest. I instantly heard women crying
in a man's voice, sobbing. Thank God, oh thank God.
And then another water, please, we need water.
The next few days were a whirlwind.
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Police, media and gawkers descended on the House.
Our small town in Arizona never saw much excitement.
The news of a homegrown serial killer sent an electric jolt
through the populace. The media was relentless.
The police had a million questions.
Where's your grandfather? I don't know.
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Did you know what he was doing? Did you help him hide A secret?
No, I'd say no. Never.
Did you help your grandfather bury the bodies in the backyard?
No. You must have helped, they'd
say. No, you must have helped.
An old man like that wouldn't beable to dig in the Arizona clay
all by himself. And then it hit me.
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Rain, I'd say. The policeman looked at me
blankly. What?
He'd wait for it to rain. And I usually don't comment
after a lot of these stories, but in all honesty I can't lie,
that was single handedly the best story I've ever read on
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Reddit. Or 4 Chan or 4 Chan or Reddit.
To be frank. That was so ridiculously good
and something I did not expect at all.
That was so out of the blue, so unexpected.
So, so fresh for a story. I've because I've read hundreds
of stories and videos at this point.
You guys have heard so many stories and that was I expected
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it. I expected a prisoner escapee to
come into his house and murder the kid.
Like all the stories to do, you know, but that one wow, that was
a great twist. That was a amazingly played out
story, thought out story. That was a such a good story and
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that's why I love these 4 Chan story videos is because there's
so many hidden gems because on Reddit and most of the other
popular forums, all the good ones are kind of, you know,
covered a lot and none of them are new.
But that one was genuinely so good in my opinion.
So, so good. That might be in top five
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stories I've ever read on this channel.
That one was so good. Yeah, that, that one was
amazing. I just was not expecting the end
of it all and just the just the emotions, just it was very well
written. It was short, but it was
perfectly long enough. Yeah, that 1 was great.
I I'm kind of left speechless. Comment down below if you
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enjoyed that one as well, because yeah, that one was that
1 was great. I don't even give a fuck if you
believe me. This sounds unreal.
More like a dream I had and nobody else believes me.
But you guys are more trained ina cult bullshit.
So what the fuck. Be me, 19, visiting my
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grandfather in North Michigan. A bit of back.
Story about gramps. Grandpa lives in a cabin like a
pioneer. I never really know him too
well, only saw him once every few years.
All I really know about him is back in the 70s he was in Nam
when I was 17. He confessed to me that he felt
terrible about the things he didover there.
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Apparently beat a kid to death with a shovel.
After that I kind of avoided him, too freaked out to talk to
him, especially since he was clearly unstable.
Old guilt caught up with him. Now he knows he's nearing the
end of his life. Liver problems, refuses
medication. He invited me over since I'm his
last living relative and he wants to spend time with me
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before he passes. At first I was hesitant, but I
decided this is what my father would have wanted.
After about 3 hours of driving, I get to his cabin.
Nice place, looks like he's madeit out of Lincoln Logs.
He's waiting outside on his cabin porch, smoking a pipe in
the rocking chair. Looks straight out of the
cartoon, suspenders and all. Looks exhausted.
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Dark circles under his saggy eyes.
He gets up and gives me a bear hug.
He's trying to hug me as hard ashe can, but he's clearly weak.
We hug for a few minutes, mostlybecause I find it too awkward to
break away. I remind myself that even though
I only remember him for a few years, he's known me most of his
life. Halfway though, he starts kind
of breathing heavy on me, sniffles, realizing he's been
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crying silently. Eventually he breaks away.
Red eyed gum inside ain't on OK Pennsylvania.
Come inside to a very cozy cabin.
It is getting cold, especially in Michigan so he has the fire
going. He has running water, gas stove
and two beds. One of them is very new in
quality. I think he bought it just for
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me. When I get over the initial off
putting this of his behavior I begin to care for him.
I kind of remember my grandfather if that makes sense.
The bond of family becomes newlyimportant.
Decide to be his life and helperuntil he dies that very day.
He starts to make us some decaf but halfway through he starts to
sweat. I help him to his chair by the
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fire and finish the coffee. My coffee tastes like shit but
he's still very appreciative. Assures me that it's delicious.
After the decaf we get ready forbed.
He lies on the beat up small bedand tells me to sleep on the new
one. When I tell him we should
switch, he refuses. I guess he did buy it for me.
He says he his prayers and fallsasleep.
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I can't stand watching this dying old man, my own flesh and
blood, sleeping on that pile of junk.
He's quite small and frail at his age, though not thin.
With a bit of. Effort.
I managed to lift him up gently and tuck him into the big of a
bed. Move the small bed to the window
and make sure to sleep facing it.
That way the sun wakes me up. When the sun wakes me up it's
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like 6 AMI. Slide the bed back and switch my
grandpa back. Lay on the good bed for another
20 minutes before I realized I can't fall asleep again.
All that lifting woke me up. Decide to just prepare breakfast
and pack his pipe for him. Go to an outhouse near his cabin
because flushing might wake him up.
When I'm done, I step outside, notice something behind his
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cabin. It seems to be a gate holding 6
black horses. They're shackled in these
massive metal chains. Each horse has a huge metal
ringing around their necks. They're all chained together and
all to the ground. Since it's like 6:00 AM and the
force is dark, they look creepy as hell.
I thought it might have been. A trick of the light, but their
faces look fucked up. Pick related as a horse skull.
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You know how most horses don't look like that skull?
These did. Their eyes looked almost red.
I thought it might just be a reflection, like how cameras
show red pupils, but God was I wrong.
Step back inside to find grandpaawake, sitting on his bed.
Talks about what we were going to do for the day.
He said his back felt good enough today that he might want
to do some fishing. Not to stroke my own ego, but I
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attribute that to me letting himsleep in a good bed.
Let me tell you, you might as well as have been sleeping on
the floor. Whatever.
After breakfast of eggs and bacon, I drive him to a pond
near the house. We first for a while silent the
entire time. Wasn't awkward though, it was a
comfortable silence. I didn't catch anything but he
caught a three pounder has albumreel it in.
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He was very proud of himself andthat made me happy.
Said he used to love to go out fishing.
Told them we would make it into dinner.
On the drive back I asked him about the horses.
I had kind of forgotten about them since early morning.
Instantly I knew I shouldn't have asked him.
His cheerful smile was replaced with a kind of stern grin.
He looked like he was forcing himself to maintain a rapidly
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fleeting smile. Told me not to worry about it.
They were just some pets. I almost listened to him, except
he nervously quivered when he said worry.
Never happened before or after, so I doubt it was just an old
man thing. When we got back he showed me
how to gut and debone the fish marinated in a dry rub for about
30 minutes while he took a breakto puff on his pipe.
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While he was doing that, I opened the curtains to the back
window and peered at the horses.They hadn't moved at all.
They hadn't eaten or slept. They didn't look cold, but
they're still shooting hot breath from the nose.
I know because it was cold. I saw it.
I stepped outside to talk to my grandpa about the horses.
Hey BA, did you forget to feed the horses or something?
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You don't feed those type of horses son.
I had no clue what he meant, butevery time I tried to ask he
would just ignore me and change the subject.
When he was done we stepped inside and had our dinner.
I noticed he prayed extra long that night.
Fast forward to the next morning, I just woke up with a
son and put my grandpa back intohis bed.
I decided to get a bit closer tothe horses at this time.
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God just barely close enough so I could see them.
I don't think they noticed me. Christ, remembering it now send
shivers down my spine. Just as terrifying as I
initially thought, if not more so.
Shaggy, matted, fur deformed, bent out of shaped skulls.
I know 100% their rib cages should not have been idented
like that. Their teeth looked like they've
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been chewing on rocks or something.
It wasn't just their appearance though.
I've been around deformed animals before, it doesn't
really bother me so much. They had to.
Fuck the presence, like the feeling in your stomach after
you watch some fucked up gore. Initially I felt bad for them,
now I just wanted them to die. Strangely however, I also wanted
to get closer. Just being around them made my
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weak in the knees. I couldn't do it.
One of them looked me in the eyes and I've I hadn't just used
the bathroom I would have shit myself.
Ran back into the cabin and headgrandpa was just starting to get
awake so I tried to just forget about it and get to work.
Today was supplies day, meaning we were going to go into town to
refill on food, firewood, toiletries, etcetera.
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I decided to buy Grandpa a cake too.
Not for any special reason, justthat it's important to have some
fun while he could. Usually he just got someone to
deliver him food, but it was good to get some exercise, plus
his back was feeling fine. We rode into town and grandpa
said he was getting sick. Poor guy hadn't been in a car
for a while. Motion sickness got to him and
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we had to pull over. After that I realized we had to
do quick. We got to a giant, except they
called him something else here. Good and plenty.
Something like that. Pick everything up.
I had the cake from grandpa's tosurprise him with it.
Back at the cabin when we get back, something's wrong.
I feel that same stomach feeling.
There's a fucking racket coming from the back of the cabin.
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I pull up to the car and step outside.
The horses are going nuts. Littered on the floor beside
them are some white balls. Grandpa tells me very sternly.
Get in the fucking cabin. Shouldn't we drive away?
Son, The worst thing we can do right now is try and escape.
I have no clue what the fuck he's on about.
When we get inside he starts explaining.
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Remember that he's an old man and he's injured so I can hardly
understand him. He starts talking about he
didn't know where they were whenhe bought the cabin.
If he leaves he's going to die. They must have eaten something.
From what I can piece together, if you feed them they get
stronger and they can lure things in better.
Once one of them got a bite, they got enough strength to lure
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in more and more. The most we can do is hope they
run out of things to eat. Snap.
A loud fucking crack like a whipsnaps through the air.
Grandpa goes silent. What?
What the fuck was that, Pennsylvania?
He stares at me, kind of empty, like looking back at it, he was
accepting his death. One of them broke the chains.
What what, what the fuck? Pennsylvania looks at me and
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with a kind of pain in his eyes.Behind you.
I whip around, facing the building.
You're a good kid, Sonny. Lose consciousness in a second.
I come to with the sun beaming on my face.
Wake up in a pile of my own blood, crowbar at my side.
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My head aches like fuck. I touch the back of my head.
Just a flesh wound. I pick myself up and try not to
vomit. Fail.
I sit back down and try to come to.
Everything aches. I'm freezing.
Wait, why am I freezing? The right wall of the cabin is
full of holes, looks like someone threw boulders through
there. What the fuck?
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Where's grandpa? No sign of them, in fact, no
sign of anything. I open the door and step
outside. Check behind, the gates have
been trampled, the chains are broken.
I get closer. Those white things were crushed
up. Rabbits.
The horses half chewed them and spit them out.
Start to piece everything together, Promptly vomit again.
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Long story short, I walked back to the cabin and picked up a few
things. I picked up my grandpa's pipe
and his bluegrass tobacco. Found a golden cross that he
kept hidden in his cabinet. Drove home without stopping.
Next day I called the delivery boy and asked him to deliver to
the house so I could see if I dreamed the whole thing.
He told me the house was burned down.
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Guys, I have no idea what the fuck happened that day.
I'm sitting here and smoking hispipe.
Honestly, it's the only proof I have that any of this happened.
My therapist can't explain it since I have physical evidence.
My priest can't explain it. There's no records of demon
horses or anything as far as we know.
My friends tell me I'm full of shit.
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I don't know who else to turn to.
Guys, help me. I used to work in the gas
industry as a geologist from 2007 to 2009.
I was on a contract with a Russian company called North Gas
back when industrial relations with the UK were still fairly
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cordial. There was lots of potential gas
sites in the Siberian region farup north, and I used to go
around potential sites with company borehole engineers,
usually in groups of two or three.
Anyway, I was at this one site in northern Siberia with a
German engineer in late October of 2008.
Took ages to get to and completely devoid of human
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habitation, but really beautifultaiga.
Endless forest on the drive up there.
Yeah, I'm not a car nut, but it was some modified Jeep that the
engineer guy would just not to shut the fuck up about all the
way through Neue Bursk. Anyway, the site we went to was
fairly typical of what you'd expect in the industry at these
sorts of locations. Thin topsoil giving way to
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permeable siltstone. Excellent locations for
surveying. Now to the story.
We came to a location where satellite imagery was suggesting
that permafrost was retreating. It still fucking snows and ice
is over, of course, but the key point is that it's not entirely
frozen over. You can install stuff during the
summer months, get gas production up.
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It was a pretty boring landscapethough.
Very thin topsoil giving way rapidly to permeable steel
stone. Lots of these natural holes all
over the place too. Permafrost plugs that had melted
and left 20 to 30m deep holes dotted all over the place.
We decided to stay a few weeks and do some test surveys.
First week was completely fine, got some good locations, things
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progressing smoothly. By the end of that week though,
things were getting a little weird.
Every time I would go out with the spectrometer after the first
week, I'd occasionally hear somenoises from the holes.
I was never near them because while you get a lot of gas
coming off these things, they'renot terribly good for industrial
drilling. It was faint, just on the border
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of hearing. I never knew how to describe
those noises until a few years later when someone took me out
to a jazz bar and some guy was playing a violin like instrument
that made this drone noise like this Concerning.
Makes your hair stand up. My colleague would notice this
too. Disconcerning as in this job,
you're not really working together, but apart.
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So two of us were hearing stuff out there.
We were both rational people at the time, for me at least.
So we put it down to cave noises.
Laugh, forget it. About 10 days into the survey,
it started happening at night again.
Faint, but really ominous. That drone noise.
We used to sleep in the back of the van.
We had rod. But even though these doors, we
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heard it again. Stop being stupid.
It's cave noises. Laugh, have a few beers, go to
sleep. It got worse from there.
The day after, I found some slime stuff around one of the
permafrost boreholes. Yeah, you get lichens and mosses
around these things. Not an issue.
But this was like petroleum Jelly, had really viscous stuff.
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I touched it and immediately regretted it.
It felt a lot like pork belly fat.
It was warm, too, which was really, really disturbing,
considering it was -5 Celsius. For you Americans during the day
out there, bring around the German engineer to take a look.
He looks troubled. For the rest of the day, I was
constantly on edge, too. I kept looking back at the
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borehole too, just to check. I kept saying to myself things
got worse at night. That drone always got a lot
worse. But it felt, and I know that's a
shit way of putting it, like it wasn't from below but above on
the surface. My German engineer tried to
laugh it off, but I can tell he was seriously disturbed by it.
Just that low thumb. Eventually we got to sleep.
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God knows how many hours later though, we wake up together
because there was definitely something attempted to open the
door handle to the passenger seat of the van.
Click click click. And now that drone is right
fucking outside and it sounds a lot like gurgling.
At this point. We will freak the fuck out and
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scream like a pair of little girls.
It stops. We don't sleep the rest of the
night, and it doesn't come back next day.
As soon as we make it at 9:00 AM, we cautiously open the
doors. The entire back door is covered
in this pork. Fat shit.
The place reeks of something rotten too.
Passenger door just smeared in that stuff.
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But the thing that made us immediately go fuck it we're
leaving was the passenger window, which was also smeared
in. The skunk had an outline on it,
like something had pressed its skull into the fat stuff and
left an outline. It was unmistakable.
Some elongated human skull with no eye orbitals, Jelly stuff was
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all over the area around us too,and fucking course LED all the
way to that fucking borehole. We got out of there very fast
after that, but as we were packing that drone, shit started
again from that hole and it was loud.
It was guttural. By this point, whatever the shit
was making it was way down thereand close to German.
Guy was pretty nuts after that, just hopped in, immediately
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started going. Equipment that was still out for
the methane measurements just left.
They didn't stop driving for thenext 14 hours.
I pretty much ditched my job soon after.
I had no desire to be left like that again in the middle of
places like that. German guy.
Never heard from again. He never talked to me about it
anyway. Thanks.
I suppose night guess distance from that.
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Events make it sound pretty drastic.
Spooky noises. Zoo slime.
Oh. During the night, though, I was
convinced I was going to die. You know how you just.
Know when someone or something like an animal is nice, curious,
or was just out to fuck you up. I knew instinctively that
whatever wanted in didn't want to crack a beer and ask us about
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geology, if you get my drift. Anyway, I spent a long time
after that. I'd calm down and about it,
which took a few months in fact,to think of a rational reason
for this. Every time though I kept butting
up against the unexplainable. Sure drone could be cave noises,
but the warm slime stuff, The guttural noise.
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Around 2012 I got a lot into reading about frozen mammoths
and the worry about viruses fromthe taiga that they were
expecting because of the climatechange, and at that point I went
full crazy and said fuck it, frozen monster.
And all right guys, that wraps up some spooky 4 Chan stories
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and in all honesty I think this might be the best set of 4 Chan
stories I've ever read. This video was by far my
favorite 4 Chan stories video and maybe even stories video
I've ever read. All the stories in the year were
so unique, so interesting, and so spooky.
Just as the title says. And that might have been corny,
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but who cares? Yeah, that was super interesting
in my opinion. I really, really enjoyed all of
that. That was really, really
interesting set of stories. The grandpa one Serial killer 1
was super fire, super good. I enjoyed that one a lot.
The last one was good. I got, I know I've told you guys
a few times, but the Siberia, Russia, remote Russia, that
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always spooked me out. And it's really favorite set of
stories in my opinion. I don't know.
Super interesting and yeah, I just really enjoyed all these
stories. Comment down below if you
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I want to tell you a story. It's the story of a man.
You see, my great grandma was a real nice old lady.
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She had a nice little old lady house.
We used to go there a lot beforeshe passed away several years
ago and my grandparents torn it down to build a new house for
themselves on top. One thing I distinctly remember
was her attic. Boy was it scary.
It was dark, only one light bulbwould work, and you had to be
real careful because there was alot of exposed insulation, so if
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he stepped off the boards to getaround he'd probably fall
straight through the ceiling into the room below.
But it wasn't so much the atmosphere of the attic, the
fact it was dark, dusty and smelt a little weird.
It was a story my uncle and my dad used to tell me about the
attic, and now I'm going to tellyou a very long time ago when my
grandpa was just a little boy that moved into the house.
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It was nice. Two bedrooms, a nice bathroom,
dining room, kitchen. My great grandparents made a
very decent living. My great grandfather owned a
very successful Body Shop, my great grandmother sold Avon.
And one day my grandpa was playing in the living room when
there was a knock at the door. He answered and there stood a
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man. He was wearing a nice suit,
holding a nice hat against his chest with a polite smile on his
face. Hello there, junior.
He said. Is your father home?
My great grandfather approached the door, suspicious.
If you're selling anything, I'm not interested.
Thanks. He said before trying to close
the door. But no.
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This stranger interrupted with astart.
No, no Sir, I promise I'm no salesman.
Now, I'd just like to talk to you if you wouldn't mind.
About what? My great grandfather asked.
I was wondering if I could take a look in your attic.
You see, I used to live. Here and it it would be really
bring back some memories. The man was nervous but my great
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grandfather wasn't about to fallfor a con man.
Sorry Sir, my wife's about to finish dinner I'm not
interested. So we shut the door and ushered
my young grandfather away. A day passed and it was another
hot summer day. My great grandmother was fixing
my grandpa lunch when she heard a knock.
Wallace, could you? Get the door.
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She called the great grandpa, who sighed and obeyed his wife.
It was the man again. Now see here, Mr. I already told
you I don't want some stranger my house.
You leave me and my family alonebefore you upset my son and
wife. And if you upset my son and
wife, I think there's going to be some trouble.
Please, Sir. The man pleaded, wringing his
hands. It'll only take a moment.
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I absolutely must get up there if they're even for 10 minutes.
This time my grandfather didn't give him the liberty of a
goodbye, only a slam door. A few days passed, peaceful
playing, working the life of your average Canadian upper
middle class family took place. As usual, my great grandfather,
great grandmother and grandfather sat eating dinner
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one evening. I like to imagine they were
having my grandma's, this is what I called her, roasted
chicken and potatoes. So delicious.
But I digress again. Knock at the door.
It sounded important. I.
Swear if it's that son of a bitch again asking to get in our
attic, I'll be tuning his clock for good.
My great grandpa muttered getting up.
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Wallace, please nothing in frontof little Jim.
My great grandmother cried. It was the man again.
He was not however alone. He was with another man who'd
look similar. Now Soror, before you chase his
way, please understand we're brothers and we absolutely must
speak with you. He said before my great
grandfather could curse him out,up and down.
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Well spit it out then man, now you've gone and then dropped to
my supper after a long day's work, and this had better be
good. My grandfather threatened.
Tell me Sir, have you ever heardstrange noises in your house?
Scratching, shuffling, maybe even light moaning from your
attic? The new man asked calmly.
My grandfather turned stone cold.
His son, my grandpa, had often whined of scratching and other
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sounds to which both his parentsattributed to maybe mice.
Maybe we have, maybe we haven't.Why do you ask?
He answered coldly, crossing hisarms.
The men at the door exchanged worried glances.
If you'd let us come up to your attic, you could come if you
like, but it would be better if you told your son to go to his
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room, your wife to the kitchen, and for US men to go upstairs.
So my great grandfather told my grandpa to go play, asked his
wife to clear the table, and LEDthe men up into the tank attic.
They used it only for storage. There were no real reasons to
come up here, ever. The two men looked around.
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They knock on the wood of the walls in the attic in various
different spots. Knock, knock, hollow, knock,
knock hollow, knock, knock, not hollow.
My grandfather froze as they nodded at one of another before
turning to my great grandfather.Now Sir, please believe us when
we say we'll pay for any damagesthat need to be fixed and that
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what we're about to do may be very shocking, maybe even
frightening to you, so you may very well not want to see what's
about to happen. My great grandfather pondered
right then and there about turning his heel and waiting
downstairs. But no, he had to be the man and
stay for his family's sake. Go ahead then, what's in there?
He asked. He wished he hadn't.
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The two men pulled out the boards, peeling away the old
wood fairly easy. My great grandfather felt
vicious bile building his stomach and throat.
The smell, oh God, the smell. His body was frail and gnarled.
His skin was a ghostly white, his bare teeth yellow as freshly
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boiled sweet corn. His eyes were opened, glazed
over and staring. The pupils were Milky, he was
blind, the white were barely that, instead they were
bloodshot to a point that was almost unbelievable.
His fingernails resembles long brown talons.
Horror filled my great grandfather as the two men bowed
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their heads. It's him, Said one, The other
one sighed and covered his nose with his sleeve.
This thing, this remnant of a once living man was dead, but
freshly. That was when my great
grandfather had reached his boiling point.
Now you both had better get explained to me right now.
Just what in God's name is goingon here?
Is this some sort of sick joke Iought to know?
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Blow your brains out of both of you where you stand.
He bellowed. Sam, go get the blankets from
the car, I'll explain. One man said as Sam nodded and
left. Sir, please understand we're
we're no monsters. You see, this is our brother.
He began fretfully looking at the mangled creature in the
wall. Your brother, you six sons of
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bitches locked up your own brother in the wall.
My great grandfather cried out, placing a hand on his queasy
stomach. Never Sir, never.
Said the man my father just passed.
We never even knew this poor boyexisted out of entire lives.
My other brother and I now it would seen.
Our brother here was born with some sort of mental retardation,
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something that my father and mother couldn't handle as
parents, so they chose to do theunthinkable rather than face the
public with their shame. He explained, motioning for the
shell of a man. Mind you, this story takes place
in a time when something like a mental defect was seen as a
terribly embarrassing thing. My grandfather held his head.
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He looked at the dead man in theattic, then back to the
stranger. Get this, this this thing out of
my house, send someone over to patch up your mess, and then
never ever come near my family again, you hear me?
He ordered. You can rely on that Sir, we
have not wanted to bother you inthe 1st place, but we couldn't
sleep at night knowing some poorfamily was stuck with him,
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living up in your walls. You see, he probably was sucking
the moisture from the ceiling and eating bugs and mold.
I would think it's amazing he could have survived.
My grandfather solemnly said nothing.
He only watched as Sam returned and the two men bundled their
strange, demented and dead brother, leaving with a
courteous thank you, followed bya repairman in a generous fruit
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basket. A day later, when my grandmother
asked what had happened, my grandfather could not bear
telling her. Ratzy said.
Just rats. I don't know if this story
belongs here. Whatever, here's the story.
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It's fucking long, but bear withme, friend.
Not in The story tells us about a place to get palm readings.
Lifting buddy and I go to get palms readings.
Show up to this shady ass place at 10 in the morning wearing our
workout gear. Ghost bitch is already Murnin.
Stereotypical scraggly gypsy woman shakes our hands and seats
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us at the table with a crystal ball.
Asks who wants to go first. Hispanic heritage kicks in and I
Nope. At the last minute, French adds
up to the plate. Woman grabs his hand, he flexes
slightly. Woman goes from smiling to
horrified. Starts grabbing and studying his
hand like a last will. Feeling weird.
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Man tells my friend he's got something following him.
Ask him if he did any ouija voodoo bullshit.
Says he smashed a hole in the wall when he was drunk lifting
at home. Says there was a some type of
decorative skull behind it that he now uses as decoration in his
bedroom. Gypsy lets us leave without
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pain. At the gym 30 minutes later,
spotting friend, Wally benches some newbie.
Dumbass is curling next to us like no joke, 6 inches away from
us. Dude slips up in a day, swings
A20. He's holding that friend's head,
throws the bar up and ducks justin time, almost impaling himself
trying to catch the bar. Newbie apologizing while friend
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gets back up and I'm shitting myself still.
Tell friend he should go home. Friend looks unfazed and wants
to continue leave to Abuela's sister's house to get some sage
and silver. Go back to gym and give it to a
friend. The next day.
Friend looks happier than normal.
Tells me some shit went down at his house.
Says the power was dead even though his bills were paid and
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the rest of his neighborhood hadpower.
Heard rattling of silverware. Uses flashlight app to see.
Saw a silhouette of someone crawl under the kitchen counter.
Nothing under the counter, not even shelves.
Friend doesn't believe in Ouija shit and believes it's an
intruder or animal. Friend grabs his pull up bar and
gets ready for the sweet fit justice.
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Yells obscenities while patrolling his house, says he
sees what looks like a small humanoid crouched in his weight
room give zero fucks and tosses the pull up bar at the window.
Chatters like blanket kneecap squatting thing.
Nowhere. Insight.
Friend then starts to consider Ouija shit.
Calls other friend for advice. Our lifting group had some odd
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characters. Johnny answers and tells him to
burn the sage and carry the silver.
Says he'll be by with some holy water.
Drops it off. I'll call my grandmother
tomorrow to help. She's like one of the medium
people. Friend sits down on his couch
while the house smells like old watches American dad looks at
the sage, dried up and out. Goes to his pocket for the
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silver. Fucking melted instead of.
Warm. It was cold.
Starts to see something dart back and forth across the room.
TV goes off and Stata comes on. Says high pitched screaming
fills the house. Friend gets annoyed, walks over
to the weight room and smash theskull against the wall in a
fluid motion. Like imagine walking into a
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room, tipping over a vase, then going back to doing what you
were doing. He did that, except through a
skull against the wall. Says how the house shook,
Screaming got higher, then stopped.
Lights go off again. Here's numerous footsteps
getting close to him. Tells me he is mildly freaked
out. At this point I'm very concerned
that he said mildly. Says he doused himself in holy
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water and started swinging as hard as he could into the
darkness. Only hears the wind breaking on
his fists. Says he heard the footsteps
getting further away from him. Screams nuh uh.
Starts running around his house and swinging the darkness.
Fucks up his living room in the process.
Tells me he swears he made contact with something flushy a
few times. Doesn't remember falling asleep.
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Wakes up and goes to the gym to tell me this.
The next day, friend goes outside to make frequent calls
throughout his routines. Ask him if he's trying to get in
touch with a priest. Tells me been calling his home
phone and leaving angry voice messages for the ghosts.
Says he would buy a snake just to fly an end out with a rolling
pin until it dies. Friend goes home again.
Fast forward a few days, looks completely normal.
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Asked Johnny if lifting buddy was all right.
Tells me it's disturbing how well he is handling the
situation. Says he went to Lifting Buddy's
house to check him on the stitchand feels a presence but it's
feeling scared. Lifting Buddy walks out of his
bathroom naked, wiping his ass with a Ouija board towel.
Throws in on the floor and kicksit into the living room, pours
more holy water on it, then takes it outside to burn it.
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Ask friend if he's hungry. Sure.
Says he pulled out an open Ouijaboard he bought at Spencer's and
uses it as a fucking cutting board.
Says he repeatedly stabbed the cutting knife into the board
when he was not using it. Breaks the board in half after
he's done chopping up tomatoes and throws it in the trash.
Washes his hands then pisses in the trash can even.
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I think this is disrespecting the spirits too much.
They both eat grilled chicken salad, then Johnny leaves.
Says on the way out lifting bodygoes into the lifting room and
puts another crucifix on the wall.
I'm going to put in Jesus on this wall and I'll be back to
fucking masturbate on my bench press while thinking about
Lucifer's whore daughter. Punches a hole in the wall
before leaving. Johnny causes his abuelo that
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night. Abuela goes to lifting Buddy's
House of the priest the next day.
Says her. Abuela and Priest were also
amazed slash disturbed with how Lifting Buddy is fighting the
situation. Priest actually coward and
mirrored Lifting Buddy pissing naked on the Satanic Bible he
bought at some shady bookstore. Tells priest he walks around
naked a lot lately and talk shitabout Satan.
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Priest leaves before cleansing. Abuela stays to do her medium
thing. Tries to contact the spirits.
Says it was a group of entities that were very pissed that their
shrine was disturbed. Tells her that they have no
power since lifting Buddy isn't remotely scared of anything
they've done. Lifting Buddy walks back into
weight room with a dead snake. Abuela says the entities scatter
like roaches. Check out what I found on this
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tree this morning. Takes a bite out of the apple.
A fucking dead snake. Throws the snake on the floor,
putting holy water and salt on it.
Kicks it into the carpet a few times before peeling it off and
throwing it into the trash can in the kitchen.
Abuela is what the fucking it this man's mental strength or
ignorance. Tries to contact the spirits
again. They keep running from her.
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Finally talks to one. Says they are scared of lifting.
Buddy ghosts are scared of my bulky friend.
Abuela asks what could have madethem pass on, says they did
black magic to get revenge on some asshole landlord from way
back then. Says they had incriminating shit
to shame his family. Within the wall with the skull,
a boiler tells lifting buddy what he needs to do.
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Lifting buddy goes into the weight room, makes the hole in
the wall bigger by throwing a 15through the wall.
Finds a folder with records of some sort.
I'm not lying about any of this,I swear.
And especially this next part. Lifting buddy flips through the
papers, then wipes his balls with it.
Aboila, horrified, crumbles themup and throws them into the
corner of the room. Tells the spirits to piss off,
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then punches another hole in thewall.
Total of 13 holes at this point Aboila says may go have mercy in
Spanish, then leaves. Goes back to lifting buddy's
house a month later and immediately goes to the weight
room. More holes than wall.
Destroyed AF, but like Halo descending from the heavens, the
bench press and squatting rack are still there.
Tries to contact spirits, nothing.
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Smiles and asked my friend if hedid what needed to be done.
Again, not lying about any of this.
Tells Abuela he uncrumbled the papers and got the address of
this bastard. Papers were only from 60 years
ago, so the guy was still alive,just as old as dust.
Finds the address of this guy insome sort of mansion.
Knocks on the door wearing a jetswirl.
You must Star Wars Yoda tank topboards, shorts, pink sunglasses
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and a backwards Chicago Bulls snap back.
Johnny said Lifting Buddy went into a lot of detail about his
wardrobe for this. Some scrawny white guy in his
mid 30s opens the door. Lifting Buddy holds up the paper
and asks for the person in the papers name.
Hey Dad, someone's here to see you.
He has documents. Lifting Buddy lets himself in
and finds the old man in the studies.
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Who are you? Notices the paper.
Where did you get that? Old man tries to grab the
papers. Lifting Buddy punches the old
man in the face. Dentures fly out.
Says it was like some shit out of a movie.
Crouches in his face and sets the old man straight.
Sherlock Homestyle guy's son running and jumps on my lifting
buddy's back. Lifting buddy stops mid
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sentence, let's the guy down, then gut punches him until he
hobbles out of the front and pukes into the hallway.
Tells the old man to set shit right or he'll be back for
blood. Leaves.
Fast forward a couple days, various cars outside of my
lifting buddy's house. Thinks the old man brought some
friends and grabs his pull up bar.
Walks outside in his tank top house shorts.
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Various families are thanking him and giving him home cooked
foods. Thank him for getting their
grandparents properties back. The documents were apparently
deeds Swindled out by the old man family.
Say the whole will never forget you spiel and leave.
Friend looks into the Tupperware.
Nothing but calories and carbs, cookies, briskets, gumbo.
Throws it all away and goes backto his lifting in his weight
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room. See old man's name in the news a
few days later. Apparently he was hated by the
community for being a Dick. Somehow only heard about him
now. News didn't disclose how he
died. Don't know if it was from my
lifting body doing more damage than he thought, the ghosts
getting their revenge or naturalcauses.
Hasn't had any paranormal problems since then except for
one. Says he went into the kitchen
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for a late night non cheating snack and saw full body
apparitions. They smiled at him since he
grabbed an apple head, nodded while taking a bite and walked
away to his bedroom. He stops halfway and turns
around. Holy fuck you guys are real.
Spirits fade when smiling. Lifting buddy goes to sleep.
Lifting buddy still lifts and does insane shit like he always
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does. No one talks with them since the
ghost puncher incident. Abuela mirrors every time she's
around him and I think the priest hold his priest buddy
slash church because everyone mires and cowers and Grays twice
as hard when they're around him.Again, none of this was made-up.
No walk the dinosaur tension. My friend legitimately beat up a
bunch of ghosts. My grandpa always taught me to
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fear rainy days. He would tell me these stories
about Redvark, the local maximumsecurity prison.
He would tell me about the violent criminals.
And the deeds they did end up there.
He would explain to me how some of these men were so dangerous
that they couldn't be trusted tolive in normal jail cells, that
they needed to be chained to thestone walls.
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My grandpa would tell me about rainy days and stormy nights.
How the rain would weaken the stone and how these men could
pull the chains right out of thewall if the weather was bad
enough. He showed me newspaper clippings
of escapees. There was always a handful per
year. He would tell me that do AT the
prison breaks always coincided with rainy weather.
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Most escapees would flee to the surrounding neighborhoods.
They would try to hide in people's garages and basements
under their porches, waiting forthe rain to pass.
Sometimes the men would break into the houses.
Sometimes the men would do unspeakable things to people
residing in those houses. We lived only about 8 miles from
Red Park, and on those days my grandpa would remind me of this.
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My grandpa would tell me that onrainy days it was best to just
stay in my room, to lock my door, to put some music on low,
grab a comic book, and get my head somewhere else.
He even taught me how to turn mycloset into a fortress of
solitude. We threw a blanket and couple of
pills in there. I had a few posters of
superheroes on the closet wall. I kept a box of comic books and
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baseball cards in one corner anda metallic footlocker filled
with junk food and cassette tapes in the other.
My grandpa would encourage me toget in the closet when it
rained, especially when it stormed.
I would sit in there listening to my Walkman.
I would finger through comic books.
I would bundle myself up againstthe pillows and drift asleep.
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I felt safe in my. Closet and I enjoyed the hours
that I would spend in there on rainy days.
He would tell me that most of the time during escapes, the
convicts would only usually hurtpeople they happen to come
across. If they broke into a home to
avoid police and there was a family sitting around the TV in
the living room, they would strike.
He would tell me that if a red varque prisoner escaped and if
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they came to our neighborhood and if they broke into her
house, that as long as I stayed in my closet I'd be OK.
It would be possible for a convict to find me and hurt me,
but as long as I stayed in my closet for it, I'd be safe as
anyone in town. I would remind.
Myself on this on rainy days I would sit in my closet and think
about it and it would make me feel safe.
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My grandpa disappeared one June.I lived with him alone.
My parents had died years earlier.
My grandpa disappeared and I wasafraid to call the police.
I knew if something happened to my grandpa, the police would
take me away and force me to live in a home.
I didn't want to live in a home.I had a home.
I kept this. Disappearance to myself.
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For over a week I would walk myself to school.
I knew where Grandpa kept emergency cash and so I would
take a little here and there to the corner bodega and buy some
milk and sandwich meats. One day, about 8 days after his
disappearance, they let us out of school.
Early storm of the century, theysaid.
Thunder and lightning and heavy rain all night.
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The rain was so heavy that nightthe local streets flooded over.
On the walk home from school, the water was up to my ankles.
By 9:00 the water was coming up to people's knees.
I got home, climbed into my little hiding space and covered
myself in a blanket. Thunder clapped outside.
I was very afraid. The storm itself unsettled me,
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but thinking about red Bark and how easy it would be to escape
during a storm like this terrified me.
We lost power after a little while.
I sat in the closet in darkness.I turned to my Walkman for
solace. After a few hours the music
started to stutter. After a few more minutes it
stopped altogether. Batteries dead as doornails I.
Continued to sit in. Silence.
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The power hadn't come back on yet.
The darkness and silence enveloped me.
Then the silence was broken by ascratching noise some distance
away. I ignored it at. 1st but it grew
louder and more incessant. Finally, I reluctantly left the
safety of my Fort. In the upstairs hallway, I
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stopped and listened. The noise was clearly coming
from downstairs. I descended the stairs, my heart
pounding in my chest. I got to the kitchen and stopped
to listen again. The noise still sounded as if it
were coming from below me. We had no basement, so the fact
that the noises were coming from.
Beneath me was. Unsettling.
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There were more noises now, too,not just scraping.
I thought I heard moaning. I crouched slow to the floor,
listening. The noises grew louder as I
entered the living room, louder still as I entered the main
corridor. I stopped on a throw rug at the
end of the hallway. The noises were at their loudest
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here below me. I pulled the throw wug away and
saw a trap door must have led toa basement or a crawl space.
I had no idea it existed. I had no idea there was anything
under that rug. I wondered why it was padlocked.
I grabbed a ring of old keys that hung on a hook in the mud
room. I tried the keys in the padlock.
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One after another. The 4th key slid in the lock
like a base runner sliding in two.
Something pounded against the bottom of the trap door.
Flap flap. It was followed by muffled
voices. Ulo, every dare.
I could barely make out their voices flop.
Help us. I understood that.
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I turned the key and lifted up the trap door.
The worst smell I've ever known wafted up and hit me in the
chest. I instantly heard women crying
in a man's voice, sobbing. Thank God, oh thank God.
And then another water, please, we need water.
The next few days were a whirlwind.
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Police, media and gawkers descended on the House.
Our small town in Arizona never saw much excitement.
The news of a homegrown serial killer sent an electric jolt
through the populace. The media was relentless.
The police had a million questions.
Where's your grandfather? I don't know.
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Did you know what he was doing? Did you help him hide A secret?
No, I'd say no. Never.
Did you help your grandfather bury the bodies in the backyard?
No. You must have helped, they'd
say. No, you must have helped.
An old man like that wouldn't beable to dig in the Arizona clay
all by himself. And then it hit me.
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Rain, I'd say. The policeman looked at me
blankly. What?
He'd wait for it to rain. And I usually don't comment
after a lot of these stories, but in all honesty I can't lie,
that was single handedly the best story I've ever read on
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Reddit. Or 4 Chan or 4 Chan or Reddit.
To be frank. That was so ridiculously good
and something I did not expect at all.
That was so out of the blue, so unexpected.
So, so fresh for a story. I've because I've read hundreds
of stories and videos at this point.
You guys have heard so many stories and that was I expected
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it. I expected a prisoner escapee to
come into his house and murder the kid.
Like all the stories to do, you know, but that one wow, that was
a great twist. That was a amazingly played out
story, thought out story. That was a such a good story and
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that's why I love these 4 Chan story videos is because there's
so many hidden gems because on Reddit and most of the other
popular forums, all the good ones are kind of, you know,
covered a lot and none of them are new.
But that one was genuinely so good in my opinion.
So, so good. That might be in top five
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stories I've ever read on this channel.
That one was so good. Yeah, that, that one was
amazing. I just was not expecting the end
of it all and just the just the emotions, just it was very well
written. It was short, but it was
perfectly long enough. Yeah, that 1 was great.
I I'm kind of left speechless. Comment down below if you
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enjoyed that one as well, because yeah, that one was that
1 was great. I don't even give a fuck if you
believe me. This sounds unreal.
More like a dream I had and nobody else believes me.
But you guys are more trained ina cult bullshit.
So what the fuck. Be me, 19, visiting my
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grandfather in North Michigan. A bit of back.
Story about gramps. Grandpa lives in a cabin like a
pioneer. I never really know him too
well, only saw him once every few years.
All I really know about him is back in the 70s he was in Nam
when I was 17. He confessed to me that he felt
terrible about the things he didover there.
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Apparently beat a kid to death with a shovel.
After that I kind of avoided him, too freaked out to talk to
him, especially since he was clearly unstable.
Old guilt caught up with him. Now he knows he's nearing the
end of his life. Liver problems, refuses
medication. He invited me over since I'm his
last living relative and he wants to spend time with me
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before he passes. At first I was hesitant, but I
decided this is what my father would have wanted.
After about 3 hours of driving, I get to his cabin.
Nice place, looks like he's madeit out of Lincoln Logs.
He's waiting outside on his cabin porch, smoking a pipe in
the rocking chair. Looks straight out of the
cartoon, suspenders and all. Looks exhausted.
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Dark circles under his saggy eyes.
He gets up and gives me a bear hug.
He's trying to hug me as hard ashe can, but he's clearly weak.
We hug for a few minutes, mostlybecause I find it too awkward to
break away. I remind myself that even though
I only remember him for a few years, he's known me most of his
life. Halfway though, he starts kind
of breathing heavy on me, sniffles, realizing he's been
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crying silently. Eventually he breaks away.
Red eyed gum inside ain't on OK Pennsylvania.
Come inside to a very cozy cabin.
It is getting cold, especially in Michigan so he has the fire
going. He has running water, gas stove
and two beds. One of them is very new in
quality. I think he bought it just for
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me. When I get over the initial off
putting this of his behavior I begin to care for him.
I kind of remember my grandfather if that makes sense.
The bond of family becomes newlyimportant.
Decide to be his life and helperuntil he dies that very day.
He starts to make us some decaf but halfway through he starts to
sweat. I help him to his chair by the
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fire and finish the coffee. My coffee tastes like shit but
he's still very appreciative. Assures me that it's delicious.
After the decaf we get ready forbed.
He lies on the beat up small bedand tells me to sleep on the new
one. When I tell him we should
switch, he refuses. I guess he did buy it for me.
He says he his prayers and fallsasleep.
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I can't stand watching this dying old man, my own flesh and
blood, sleeping on that pile of junk.
He's quite small and frail at his age, though not thin.
With a bit of. Effort.
I managed to lift him up gently and tuck him into the big of a
bed. Move the small bed to the window
and make sure to sleep facing it.
That way the sun wakes me up. When the sun wakes me up it's
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like 6 AMI. Slide the bed back and switch my
grandpa back. Lay on the good bed for another
20 minutes before I realized I can't fall asleep again.
All that lifting woke me up. Decide to just prepare breakfast
and pack his pipe for him. Go to an outhouse near his cabin
because flushing might wake him up.
When I'm done, I step outside, notice something behind his
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cabin. It seems to be a gate holding 6
black horses. They're shackled in these
massive metal chains. Each horse has a huge metal
ringing around their necks. They're all chained together and
all to the ground. Since it's like 6:00 AM and the
force is dark, they look creepy as hell.
I thought it might have been. A trick of the light, but their
faces look fucked up. Pick related as a horse skull.
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You know how most horses don't look like that skull?
These did. Their eyes looked almost red.
I thought it might just be a reflection, like how cameras
show red pupils, but God was I wrong.
Step back inside to find grandpaawake, sitting on his bed.
Talks about what we were going to do for the day.
He said his back felt good enough today that he might want
to do some fishing. Not to stroke my own ego, but I
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attribute that to me letting himsleep in a good bed.
Let me tell you, you might as well as have been sleeping on
the floor. Whatever.
After breakfast of eggs and bacon, I drive him to a pond
near the house. We first for a while silent the
entire time. Wasn't awkward though, it was a
comfortable silence. I didn't catch anything but he
caught a three pounder has albumreel it in.
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He was very proud of himself andthat made me happy.
Said he used to love to go out fishing.
Told them we would make it into dinner.
On the drive back I asked him about the horses.
I had kind of forgotten about them since early morning.
Instantly I knew I shouldn't have asked him.
His cheerful smile was replaced with a kind of stern grin.
He looked like he was forcing himself to maintain a rapidly
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fleeting smile. Told me not to worry about it.
They were just some pets. I almost listened to him, except
he nervously quivered when he said worry.
Never happened before or after, so I doubt it was just an old
man thing. When we got back he showed me
how to gut and debone the fish marinated in a dry rub for about
30 minutes while he took a breakto puff on his pipe.
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While he was doing that, I opened the curtains to the back
window and peered at the horses.They hadn't moved at all.
They hadn't eaten or slept. They didn't look cold, but
they're still shooting hot breath from the nose.
I know because it was cold. I saw it.
I stepped outside to talk to my grandpa about the horses.
Hey BA, did you forget to feed the horses or something?
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You don't feed those type of horses son.
I had no clue what he meant, butevery time I tried to ask he
would just ignore me and change the subject.
When he was done we stepped inside and had our dinner.
I noticed he prayed extra long that night.
Fast forward to the next morning, I just woke up with a
son and put my grandpa back intohis bed.
I decided to get a bit closer tothe horses at this time.
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God just barely close enough so I could see them.
I don't think they noticed me. Christ, remembering it now send
shivers down my spine. Just as terrifying as I
initially thought, if not more so.
Shaggy, matted, fur deformed, bent out of shaped skulls.
I know 100% their rib cages should not have been idented
like that. Their teeth looked like they've
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been chewing on rocks or something.
It wasn't just their appearance though.
I've been around deformed animals before, it doesn't
really bother me so much. They had to.
Fuck the presence, like the feeling in your stomach after
you watch some fucked up gore. Initially I felt bad for them,
now I just wanted them to die. Strangely however, I also wanted
to get closer. Just being around them made my
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weak in the knees. I couldn't do it.
One of them looked me in the eyes and I've I hadn't just used
the bathroom I would have shit myself.
Ran back into the cabin and headgrandpa was just starting to get
awake so I tried to just forget about it and get to work.
Today was supplies day, meaning we were going to go into town to
refill on food, firewood, toiletries, etcetera.
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I decided to buy Grandpa a cake too.
Not for any special reason, justthat it's important to have some
fun while he could. Usually he just got someone to
deliver him food, but it was good to get some exercise, plus
his back was feeling fine. We rode into town and grandpa
said he was getting sick. Poor guy hadn't been in a car
for a while. Motion sickness got to him and
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we had to pull over. After that I realized we had to
do quick. We got to a giant, except they
called him something else here. Good and plenty.
Something like that. Pick everything up.
I had the cake from grandpa's tosurprise him with it.
Back at the cabin when we get back, something's wrong.
I feel that same stomach feeling.
There's a fucking racket coming from the back of the cabin.
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I pull up to the car and step outside.
The horses are going nuts. Littered on the floor beside
them are some white balls. Grandpa tells me very sternly.
Get in the fucking cabin. Shouldn't we drive away?
Son, The worst thing we can do right now is try and escape.
I have no clue what the fuck he's on about.
When we get inside he starts explaining.
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Remember that he's an old man and he's injured so I can hardly
understand him. He starts talking about he
didn't know where they were whenhe bought the cabin.
If he leaves he's going to die. They must have eaten something.
From what I can piece together, if you feed them they get
stronger and they can lure things in better.
Once one of them got a bite, they got enough strength to lure
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in more and more. The most we can do is hope they
run out of things to eat. Snap.
A loud fucking crack like a whipsnaps through the air.
Grandpa goes silent. What?
What the fuck was that, Pennsylvania?
He stares at me, kind of empty, like looking back at it, he was
accepting his death. One of them broke the chains.
What what, what the fuck? Pennsylvania looks at me and
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with a kind of pain in his eyes.Behind you.
I whip around, facing the building.
You're a good kid, Sonny. Lose consciousness in a second.
I come to with the sun beaming on my face.
Wake up in a pile of my own blood, crowbar at my side.
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My head aches like fuck. I touch the back of my head.
Just a flesh wound. I pick myself up and try not to
vomit. Fail.
I sit back down and try to come to.
Everything aches. I'm freezing.
Wait, why am I freezing? The right wall of the cabin is
full of holes, looks like someone threw boulders through
there. What the fuck?
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Where's grandpa? No sign of them, in fact, no
sign of anything. I open the door and step
outside. Check behind, the gates have
been trampled, the chains are broken.
I get closer. Those white things were crushed
up. Rabbits.
The horses half chewed them and spit them out.
Start to piece everything together, Promptly vomit again.
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Long story short, I walked back to the cabin and picked up a few
things. I picked up my grandpa's pipe
and his bluegrass tobacco. Found a golden cross that he
kept hidden in his cabinet. Drove home without stopping.
Next day I called the delivery boy and asked him to deliver to
the house so I could see if I dreamed the whole thing.
He told me the house was burned down.
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Guys, I have no idea what the fuck happened that day.
I'm sitting here and smoking hispipe.
Honestly, it's the only proof I have that any of this happened.
My therapist can't explain it since I have physical evidence.
My priest can't explain it. There's no records of demon
horses or anything as far as we know.
My friends tell me I'm full of shit.
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I don't know who else to turn to.
Guys, help me. I used to work in the gas
industry as a geologist from 2007 to 2009.
I was on a contract with a Russian company called North Gas
back when industrial relations with the UK were still fairly
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cordial. There was lots of potential gas
sites in the Siberian region farup north, and I used to go
around potential sites with company borehole engineers,
usually in groups of two or three.
Anyway, I was at this one site in northern Siberia with a
German engineer in late October of 2008.
Took ages to get to and completely devoid of human
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habitation, but really beautifultaiga.
Endless forest on the drive up there.
Yeah, I'm not a car nut, but it was some modified Jeep that the
engineer guy would just not to shut the fuck up about all the
way through Neue Bursk. Anyway, the site we went to was
fairly typical of what you'd expect in the industry at these
sorts of locations. Thin topsoil giving way to
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permeable siltstone. Excellent locations for
surveying. Now to the story.
We came to a location where satellite imagery was suggesting
that permafrost was retreating. It still fucking snows and ice
is over, of course, but the key point is that it's not entirely
frozen over. You can install stuff during the
summer months, get gas production up.
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It was a pretty boring landscapethough.
Very thin topsoil giving way rapidly to permeable steel
stone. Lots of these natural holes all
over the place too. Permafrost plugs that had melted
and left 20 to 30m deep holes dotted all over the place.
We decided to stay a few weeks and do some test surveys.
First week was completely fine, got some good locations, things
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progressing smoothly. By the end of that week though,
things were getting a little weird.
Every time I would go out with the spectrometer after the first
week, I'd occasionally hear somenoises from the holes.
I was never near them because while you get a lot of gas
coming off these things, they'renot terribly good for industrial
drilling. It was faint, just on the border
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of hearing. I never knew how to describe
those noises until a few years later when someone took me out
to a jazz bar and some guy was playing a violin like instrument
that made this drone noise like this Concerning.
Makes your hair stand up. My colleague would notice this
too. Disconcerning as in this job,
you're not really working together, but apart.
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So two of us were hearing stuff out there.
We were both rational people at the time, for me at least.
So we put it down to cave noises.
Laugh, forget it. About 10 days into the survey,
it started happening at night again.
Faint, but really ominous. That drone noise.
We used to sleep in the back of the van.
We had rod. But even though these doors, we
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heard it again. Stop being stupid.
It's cave noises. Laugh, have a few beers, go to
sleep. It got worse from there.
The day after, I found some slime stuff around one of the
permafrost boreholes. Yeah, you get lichens and mosses
around these things. Not an issue.
But this was like petroleum Jelly, had really viscous stuff.
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I touched it and immediately regretted it.
It felt a lot like pork belly fat.
It was warm, too, which was really, really disturbing,
considering it was -5 Celsius. For you Americans during the day
out there, bring around the German engineer to take a look.
He looks troubled. For the rest of the day, I was
constantly on edge, too. I kept looking back at the
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borehole too, just to check. I kept saying to myself things
got worse at night. That drone always got a lot
worse. But it felt, and I know that's a
shit way of putting it, like it wasn't from below but above on
the surface. My German engineer tried to
laugh it off, but I can tell he was seriously disturbed by it.
Just that low thumb. Eventually we got to sleep.
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God knows how many hours later though, we wake up together
because there was definitely something attempted to open the
door handle to the passenger seat of the van.
Click click click. And now that drone is right
fucking outside and it sounds a lot like gurgling.
At this point. We will freak the fuck out and
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scream like a pair of little girls.
It stops. We don't sleep the rest of the
night, and it doesn't come back next day.
As soon as we make it at 9:00 AM, we cautiously open the
doors. The entire back door is covered
in this pork. Fat shit.
The place reeks of something rotten too.
Passenger door just smeared in that stuff.
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But the thing that made us immediately go fuck it we're
leaving was the passenger window, which was also smeared
in. The skunk had an outline on it,
like something had pressed its skull into the fat stuff and
left an outline. It was unmistakable.
Some elongated human skull with no eye orbitals, Jelly stuff was
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all over the area around us too,and fucking course LED all the
way to that fucking borehole. We got out of there very fast
after that, but as we were packing that drone, shit started
again from that hole and it was loud.
It was guttural. By this point, whatever the shit
was making it was way down thereand close to German.
Guy was pretty nuts after that, just hopped in, immediately
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started going. Equipment that was still out for
the methane measurements just left.
They didn't stop driving for thenext 14 hours.
I pretty much ditched my job soon after.
I had no desire to be left like that again in the middle of
places like that. German guy.
Never heard from again. He never talked to me about it
anyway. Thanks.
I suppose night guess distance from that.
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Events make it sound pretty drastic.
Spooky noises. Zoo slime.
Oh. During the night, though, I was
convinced I was going to die. You know how you just.
Know when someone or something like an animal is nice, curious,
or was just out to fuck you up. I knew instinctively that
whatever wanted in didn't want to crack a beer and ask us about
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geology, if you get my drift. Anyway, I spent a long time
after that. I'd calm down and about it,
which took a few months in fact,to think of a rational reason
for this. Every time though I kept butting
up against the unexplainable. Sure drone could be cave noises,
but the warm slime stuff, The guttural noise.
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Around 2012 I got a lot into reading about frozen mammoths
and the worry about viruses fromthe taiga that they were
expecting because of the climatechange, and at that point I went
full crazy and said fuck it, frozen monster.
And all right guys, that wraps up some spooky 4 Chan stories
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and in all honesty I think this might be the best set of 4 Chan
stories I've ever read. This video was by far my
favorite 4 Chan stories video and maybe even stories video
I've ever read. All the stories in the year were
so unique, so interesting, and so spooky.
Just as the title says. And that might have been corny,
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but who cares? Yeah, that was super interesting
in my opinion. I really, really enjoyed all of
that. That was really, really
interesting set of stories. The grandpa one Serial killer 1
was super fire, super good. I enjoyed that one a lot.
The last one was good. I got, I know I've told you guys
a few times, but the Siberia, Russia, remote Russia, that
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always spooked me out. And it's really favorite set of
stories in my opinion. I don't know.
Super interesting and yeah, I just really enjoyed all these
stories. Comment down below if you
enjoyed them as much as I did because yeah, I love these.
Thank you so much for watching. At the end of the video.
Would you like to see shorter videos, longer videos, super
long, super short or somewhere in the middle like this?
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Yeah, comment down below. I read all my comments so yeah,
no comment will go unheard. So thank you so much for
watching. I appreciate you all like and
subscribe. You guys are the best.
Thank you for watching. This is Snook and I'll see you
next time. Bye.
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