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Hey, I've been watching your videos for a while and decided
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to share my own story. Warning, sorry for the bad
English, it's my third language and I'm still figuring out how
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Feel free to leave feedback on my writing style and let me know
if you want some other stories from my younger days.
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Thank you so much for sending itin.
And anyways into your story be me.
Just finished my 11 months of mandatory military service.
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Had fun in the forest, met new friends, learned some good
survival skills, got fit and gotto practice shooting at the
Ruskies if they ever decide to invade.
After service I went back to working as a mechanic, working
in the same workshop I apprenticed in before military
service, fixing buses and occasionally trucks.
Same old routine, thought I'd start earning what little money
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I could to buy myself a house. Then one day I got a call from a
notary. Grandpa died, didn't even know
he was still alive honestly. Turns out he left me his cabin.
Some old place out near the Latvian border, deep in the
woods. I've loved the outdoors since I
was a child and remember visiting the place a couple
times with my parents, so this was kind of a dream come true.
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I was hoping that I could live there and work at a nearby town
if the cabin was in decent enough shape.
Decide to take my 87 Audi B3 which still somehow runs better
than I do, and took a three-weekvacation from work which I saved
up to drive out of the cabin. This happened in early summer
mind you, so it was the perfect time for a small summer retreat.
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Once I started getting close, the road got rough pretty quick.
Gravel to dirt to barely a path surrounded by trees on both
sides. When I finally got there, the
cabin looked like exactly like my childhood.
Memories. Moss growing on the roof,
curtains shut tight. The kind of place you don't
expect to see still standing. The door wasn't locked.
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I guess Grandpa didn't expect. Visitors pushed it open and
stepped inside. The air was heavy, smelled like
old smoke and pine. The floor creaked under my
boots, dust thick in the corners, but the place felt
familiar and comforting in a strange way, probably due to the
nostalgia. There was an old stove in the
corner, rusted but still solid, and hanging above it was a Mosen
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rifle, clean, oiled, like it wasstill being cared for, probably
leftover from the Second World War and not exactly legally
owned, but who cares, It belonged to my grandpa and I
decided to leave it as a keepsake.
The first night was pretty calm.I inspected the cabin, moves all
my stuff out of the car and explored around the cabin a bit
and I even found the keys for the whole place, but eventually
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I went to sleep. I slept pretty peacefully,
though I was surprised at the amount of wildlife I heard
outside at night. The cabin also creaked.
Quite a lot. But the sound wasn't anything
special, so I just wrote it off as the building settling.
The next day I started cleaning.Swept out years of dust.
I guess Grandpa didn't clean thecabin too much in his later
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years. Stacked firewood fixed a window
that rattled in the breeze. My productive day did get cut a
bit short as I found my grandpa's old notebook, though
the notebook was hidden behind some loose boards in the kitchen
wall. Not sure why he put it there,
maybe he just didn't want anyonereading it.
It was this small beat up thing with a few pages stuck together
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and some water damage on the bottom.
Smelled like a mildew and ash and I thought it was going to be
old hunting notes or maybe some boring list of repairs.
But most of it was weird scribbles, little hand drawn
maps of the forest around the cabin, and this name that kept
popping up. Kaija, which roughly translates
to the Walker. I didn't know what it meant,
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thought maybe it was some old nickname for a bear or
something. The way he wrote about it
though, it didn't sound like an animal.
He mentioned noises outside, sometimes tapping on the cabin
walls, sometimes footsteps, always at night.
But the part that stuck with me was this thing about candles.
He said the kaja likes light in the dark.
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Not like it was scared of it, more like it appreciated it it
watched it. He wrote that as long as you lit
a few candles before going to sleep, it stayed calm like you
were doing it a favor. Some nights he even wrote stuff
like left a flame burning, no knocking tonight or one candle
went out. Woke up to scratching.
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It didn't seem like something hewas just making up.
He wasn't the poetic type. Grandpa was a grumpy, practical
old man who swore birds and fixed anything he got his hands
on by himself. He had once told me that he had
been the main engineer for a squadron of fighter jets back
during the Soviet occupation. I figured maybe he had a reason
for writing it all down. Anyway, that night I figured why
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not. There was some candles on the
drawer under the sink. Old dusty things, but they
worked. I set up three, one in the
window, one by the door, one near the stove.
No electricity here anyway so itmade the cabin feel a bit more
alive. It's dumb, but the air felt
different with the candles lit. Not safer exactly, just like
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something out there was paying attention.
Didn't hear any weird sounds at night, and the wildlife seemed
to have calmed down to the pointwhere I barely heard anything
outside. But I didn't sleep great.
I kept watching the candlelight flicker across the ceiling,
listening for weird sounds untilI finally dozed off.
I told myself I was just being stupid, reading too much into
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some old man's notes, but I keptlighting them the next few
nights anyways. The candles did add a bit of a
comforting feeling, almost like sleeping with a night light on.
As a child, a few days went by like that.
Wake up, make some coffee on thestove, chop a bit of wood, fix
something that didn't really need fixing, light the candles
when the sun starts dipping, sleep, repeat.
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Started to kind of feel nice, honestly.
Peaceful, like I was shaking offthe sitting noise still ringing
in my head from back home. The air here had a weird
clearness to it, like everythingwas quieter, softer.
One night I woke up without really knowing why.
It was dead silent. Not the kind of quiet when
you're alone, more like the kindwhen someone is waiting to see
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what you do next. I sat up and looked around.
All three candles are still burning, the wax pulling at the
bases like melted ice cream. Then I noticed something outside
the window. Just a shadow at first.
Not even a shape really. Just this part of the tree line
that looked wrong, like the moonlight bent around it or
something. Could have been a tree.
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Probably was a tree. I'm not going to pretend I saw
some clear monster or gloaming eyes or whatever.
It was just a darker shape against the already dark woods,
and I swear it moved a bit, likeit leaned forward when I
blinked. Didn't go outside, just sat
there and stared back until the candles flickered slightly, like
a draft had hit them, even though every window I'd shut
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tight. Then I did what everyone else
would do. I pulled the blanket over my
shoulders and pretended I didn'tcare.
Next morning I checked around the cabin, didn't see anything
weird, No footprints, no broken branches, nothing.
Felt stupid again, Almost packedup that day actually, but I
decided to say since I was starting to get accustomed to
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the force life. Just told myself it was nerves,
isolation, maybe I was just going crazy being out here
alone. But then the next night I saw
something else. Same deal, candles burning, me
lying half awake in my bed and thinking of all these stupid
shit I used to do when I was younger.
I heard a light knock. Not loud, not like someone
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banging to get in, more like someone gently tapping a finger
against the wood. It was 3 taps repeating on the
wall with a 2 second delay before it started again.
It was coming from the back wallof the cabin, just under the
window near the stove. Didn't get up, didn't say
anything, just stared at the ceiling and hoped it would stop.
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After a minute it did. Then something else caught my
attention. I smelled something.
It was faint, but it was there, like blood and wet fur.
If you've ever gutted a wild animal, you know what I mean.
That hot iron smell like something freshly dead.
I didn't open the door, I just waited until morning again.
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And in the morning I found it right on the front step.
A rabbit or what used to be 1, dead, skinned, but not like
someone used a knife, more like it had been peeled, eyes gone,
teeth bared, just sitting there almost like a dead bird.
Your cat would bring you a pretty messed up gift, but
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animals have their own way of expressing themselves, so I
thought maybe it was just some wildlife.
I didn't touch it, just use a shovel to fling it deep into the
woods. And you know what I did that
night? Lift the candles again.
All three. Burn them until they were half
their size. I was kind of skeptical because
I don't know any animal that would skin their prey in that
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way and then leave it at a doorstep, especially in the
Estonian wilderness where thingsare pretty calm.
I guess that it could have been a fox or something and left it
at that, not bothering to overthink things.
But something about it felt deliberate, like it was a test
to see my reaction. Anyway, I'm still here, still
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lighting the candles, still pretending everything's fine.
Couple more nights went by. No more rabbits, no more
knocking. I started to think that maybe I
passed the test, or maybe whatever it was just got bored
and left. The forest was quiet again, like
it had been the first few nights.
Still lit the candles though. Didn't skip a single night.
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Might sound dumb, but it startedto feel like a routine, like
brushing your teeth before bed. You don't question it, you just
do it. Then maybe 5 or 6 days later I
messed up. One of the candles had burned
down too low the night before and I didn't notice.
The stub was so small it basically melted into the plate.
Didn't have a proper replacement, but I figured 2
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would be enough for one night. Put one by the door, one by the
stove. Nothing in the window seemed
harmless at the time. That night I woke up again, this
time not because of a sound, noteven the silence, just cold.
The room felt colder than it should have been, like someone
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had left the door open, but I checked it earlier and it was
locked still. I sat up in bed and looked
around. 2 candles flickering, both struggling like someone was
trying to blow them out from afar.
That weird smell was back to blood for maybe a bit of smoke.
It clung to the walls like dampness.
Then I heard the footsteps, slow, crunching across pine
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needles and gravel outside coming from the woods.
I froze, didn't even breathe fora second.
The steps came closer, circled around the cabin once, then
stopped near the window, the oneI didn't put a candle in.
I don't know how to explain it, but I swear I felt something
looking in. Like heat from a fire but in
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reverse, a cold stare pressing through the glass.
I didn't get up. I didn't peek, just sat there
staring at the ceiling like an idiot.
Eventually the steps moved again, this time softer, walking
away, vanishing into the trees. Didn't sleep again that night.
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In the morning I checked the ground under the window, just to
prove to myself nothing was there.
But there were prints. Not boot prints.
Not paws either. They looked like bare feet but
longer, toes stretched out like fingers, 5 on each but too thin
in spaced weird. I crouched down and stared at
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them for maybe five whole minutes before I backed away and
locked myself inside. I spent that whole day looking
for more candles. Found a half used pack of tea
lights in the shed and a few birthday candles tucked into a
drawer with some old Soviet coins and rusty nails.
Ugly little things, but I didn'tcare.
I lit four that night, didn't even sleep, just sat on a chair
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by the stove with the rifle across my lap, listening.
Nothing came. Next morning I finally opened up
Grandpa's notebook again, started looking more carefully
this time. There were pages I didn't notice
before, stuck together with thatwater damage, peeled them apart
slow. Try not to tear anything on one
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page in that same sharp handwriting he'd written.
It gets curious when you forget,when you stop respecting the
dark, rough translation. Next to that, a sketch.
Just pencil lines, rough and fast.
A cabin, this cabin, and something standing beside it,
Tall, almost thin enough to be mistaken for a tree if you
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weren't looking closely. Long arms, no face, just space
where a face should be. I shut the book.
Haven't opened it again since. A few more nights pass without
much happening. I kept the candle ritual going,
even started timing when I lit them right when the last bit of
sun dipped below the tree line. I didn't feel watched exactly,
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but I didn't feel alone either. Hard to explain.
Like the forest had started paying attention.
One evening I was chopping wood Outback when I noticed something
strange. A stone.
Just a regular looking frock, flat and palm sized, but it
wasn't resting on the stump I had been splitting logs on
earlier that morning. I was sure it hadn't been there
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before. I picked it up, smooth, cold,
but it had a single line carved into it, dead center, like
someone had dragged a nail or a knife across it in one clean
stroke. Not a rune or symbol, just a
line. But it didn't look accidental.
I looked around the woods, but of course there was nothing.
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Just the usual green stillness. I left the rock on the porch,
thinking maybe it was just a weird little coincidence, but I
couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't random.
That night the air was heavier than usual, not storm heavy,
just thick. I lit the candles, all three,
and went to bed early. Didn't even read, just laid
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there watching the candlelight flicker across the walls like
usual. Around midnight I heard
something new. A thud.
Not loud, but sharp, like something small falling over.
I sat up and looked around the cabin.
Everything looked normal, but then I noticed one of the
candles had gone out, the one near the stove.
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I got up, thinking maybe the waxburned low or drafts hit it, but
as I leaned down to relight it, I saw it.
A shape, just for a second, in the window glass, not in the
woods, in the reflection. It was behind me.
I spun around, heart pounding, but of course there was nothing
there, just the other two candles burning.
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In the stove behind them. No sound, no footsteps, nothing.
I read the the candle and stayedawake for the rest of the night,
staring into the corners of the room like they were going to
move. Next morning there was something
else. The stone was gone from the
porch. In its place was a twig,
carefully bent into a triangle shape, laid flat where the stone
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had been. I didn't touch it.
Still haven't. That night I added a fourth
candle just in case. After that night with the
triangle stick, I started thinking more seriously about
leaving. It wasn't panic or anything,
just this gnawing feeling in theback of my head that maybe I'd
overstayed my welcome and maybe the forest didn't want me here
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long term. It was like I've been walking
around with headphones on enjoying the peace and now
someone had pulled 1 earbud out and whispered you should go.
The weird thing is, nothing actually bad had happened.
I wasn't hurt. The cabin was still standing.
The woods weren't any darker than before, but things were
adding up in a way I didn't like.
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The rabbit, the tapping, the candle going out, the
reflection, and now this weird little totem left in a place of
a stone I didn't ask for. I spent most of the next day
pacing the clearing outside the cabin with a coffee cup that I
never actually drank from. I kept looking at the trees like
I was expecting one of them to move wrong.
Nothing ever did. I even sat in the car for a
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while just to see how it felt. I turned the key, engine started
up fine, no problems. Just sat there listening to it
idle, wondering if maybe I should pack up, leave before
anything escalated, tell myself I'd come back later with a
friend or something. But I didn't drive off, not yet.
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Later that afternoon, I grabbed the backpack and hiked a few
kilometers into the woods, just to clear my head.
Brought a thermos and a sandwichlike I used to when I was a kid.
Took a compass too, because evenwith GPSI, didn't trust the
woods not to screw with your sense of direction, especially
now. I didn't see anyone, of course.
Didn't expect to. While walking, I did find one
more thing I couldn't explain. Another candle out in the woods,
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sitting on a flat stone like it had been placed there on
purpose. It was burnt down nearly all the
way. Wax melted into a little pale
pool in the rock. It was identical to the ones
I've been lighting in the cabin.Same brand, same dull white
color, same stubby shape. It was mine, I was sure of it.
I didn't touch it, just looked at it for a while and turned
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around. Walked straight back to the
cabin, taking the long way just in case.
That night I didn't wait for thesun to set.
Lit 5 candles this time, every corner of the room, 1 on the
window sill, one near the bed, even put one outside on the
porch. It was the first night I slept
with the rifle with any arm's reach, so I haven't used it.
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Don't even know if I'd bother shooting at something like this.
Not sure if it even helped, but it makes me feel a little less
alone. I didn't leave the next day,
even though I probably should have packed my bag, left it by
the door, just couldn't bring myself to walk away.
It's hard to explain. It wasn't like I wanted to stay,
it's more like the forest didn'twant me to go.
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Like the air itself was leaning in, whispering that I was part
of something now and didn't get to just back out of it.
I kept the candles going of course, even found a half burned
stash of tea lights in the shed behind the cabin.
I lined them along the window sills and lit them all one
night. The cabin looks like a church
from the outside probably. Or a shrine.
I guess it sort of was. That's when things started to
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just feel different, stranger. Like the thing outside wasn't
just hanging around the edges anymore.
One morning I stepped out and found stones arranged in a
circle right in front of the steps.
Not just random either, they were carefully placed clean of
Moss and mud like they'd just been set inside the circle.
A single feather black crow maybe looked untouched by rain
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or wind. I didn't step on it, just stood
there looking at it like it was waiting for me to react.
Later that day I went out for firewood.
Took the same trail I'd used allweek and maybe I was just tired
or not paying attention but I swear the path was different.
Trees. I didn't remember a stump with a
ring of mushrooms around it thatlooked too perfect to be
natural. It was like the forest had
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rearranged itself a little bit just to mess with me, just
enough that I noticed. I turned around before I even
reached the wood pile and went straight back to the cabin.
That night I lit 5 candles. I didn't even think, just placed
them around the corners of the room. 1 by 1.
The light felt warmer somehow, heavier, like something was
watching, like he was waiting. The knocking didn't come back,
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but something new did. The walls started to hum, barely
audible, like a low vibration deep in the wood.
It wasn't mechanical, more like a sound you'd feel in your bones
if you pressed your ear to the floor.
I didn't even get scared this time, just lay there listening
to it, like it was telling me a story in a language I didn't
speak when I woke up. There was a shape drawn in ash
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on the table, just a circle withlines crossing through.
It looked like it'd have been traced with someone's finger in
the leftover soot from the stove.
Again, clean, no mess, no smudge, just sitting there
waiting for me to notice. That's when I really started
genuinely fucking tweaking. The doors and windows were all
closed and locked, but somehow something had gotten inside and
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did an arts and crafts project on my fucking table.
I just started packing up for the second time, thinking about
heading back to the city where the forest monsters don't break
into your house to show you their aspirations for art
school. I don't think the thing was
trying to hurt me, because if itcan get inside then it probably
already had the every chance to do so.
I was also starting to think that the reflection I saw in the
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window a couple days ago really had been inside the cabin.
But I thought that it wants something.
It kind of feels like I'm playing mind games with me and
I'm not sure I want to find out what it planned on doing once it
got bored of these little games.I thought that maybe being in
the forest alone in an old cabinmight have made me a bit
delusional, so I decided to thugit out as the kids would say,
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for one more night just in case.I really liked the cabin and
didn't really want to leave for no good reason after all.
Which thinking back, I really was acting like a horror movie
protagonist. My plan was to see if the
supposed Kaja would give me anything clearer or maybe things
would stop being so weird. If not, I had planned on driving
back to the city. I've got a half tank in the Audi
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and a week worth of supplies left, so I didn't really have a
need to rush. That night felt different the
second the sun's dipped below the trees.
The kind of silence that prices in around you like a blanket you
didn't ask for. I didn't even bother cooking,
just ate some bread and canned meat straight out of the tin,
sitting on the front step. The circle of stones was still
there, feather two wind hadn't touched it.
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I lit the candles again, 5 this time like before, and sat down
with my back to the door. I didn't plan on sleeping, I
figured if something wanted to show up, I'd be awake for it,
made it like a man instead of hiding under a blanket again.
But the hours dragged by, candles burn low, nothing
happened. I started to feel stupid all
over again. And then I heard it.
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Not knocking, not scratching, whistling.
A low, slow tune like something half remembered from childhood.
Not cheerful, more like a lullaby song under your breath
when you think no one's listening.
It came from the woods behind the cabin, moving slow like
whoever was doing it was walkingcloser, then passed, then
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further. This kind of sound that threads
its way through your ribs and makes your heartbeat in a
strange pattern. I aim my rifle at it, tracking
its best as I could, and just listened, and eventually it
faded. I thought that was it.
When I stood up to check the window, there was something on
the inside of the glass. A fingerprint smudged in soot,
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dead center. My stomach dropped, not because
it was there, but because it wason the inside.
I didn't sleep, couldn't stop staring at that smudge until the
sun came up and turned it into just a shadow on clean glass.
I took a long walk that morning,left the cabin behind and
followed the Creek for a few kilometers just trying to clear
my head. Think.
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I felt like I was standing at some weird crossroads, like I
had to pick between pretending this all never happened or
giving in to whatever the hell the force wanted me to do.
I ended up at the edge of a small clear and had it seen
before. Dead center was a tree, tall,
thin, half rotten, and hanging from one of the lower branches,
tied with some kind of thin woven line, was another feather.
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This one was white, and under itscratched into the dirt with
something sharp. A symbol kind of looks like a
rune. I think it was a circle with
crossing lines. I stood there for a long time
contemplating my next move, juststaring at a feather.
But eventually I decided to takethe feather with me, sort of as
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a keepsake to remember that all of this wasn't a dream, because
it sure did feel like a fever dream at times.
Then I went back to the cabin and I packed my bag one last
time. It was like something like go.
Or maybe I did. I locked the cabin behind me,
got in my car, pulled the choke and drove out slowly.
Took my time on the bumpy path, watching the forest and the rear
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view until it disappeared. Didn't look back.
It's been about a year now. I still keep the feather in my
desk drawer. I'm back in the Capitol, back at
the workshop. The days feel long and tiring,
but not in a bad way. Just full grease under my nails
again. Co workers arguing, overtime
schedules, normal stuff. Comfortable.
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But some nights when the wind's just right and the city noise
dips low, I still hear that whistle.
Faint like it's traveling a longway to get me.
I didn't like candles anymore, but I keep a box of tea lights
and a drawer just in case. I thought about silent in the
cabin, haven't gone through withit yet.
Recently I've started to want togo back, maybe bring a friend or
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two along to see if anything haschanged.
If you guys have any info on what this thing might be or any
ideas on what I should do with the cabin then let me know and I
might just have a new story for you guys one day.
But for now, thanks for listening to my rambling and
good luck. Hey snook I just wanted to say I
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love your videos I listen to them everyday even re watching
them lol. Thank you for being my comfort
YouTube along with next bow. You're amazing and keep doing
what you're doing. I'm excited to see you grow.
Thank you so much for the kind words I really appreciate it And
now into your story. Anyways this isn't a joke you
can call me T I'm an 18 year oldsenior in high school.
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I have many friends but love learning about people.
I especially, weirdly enough, love learning about people's
trauma or weird disorders. But moving on.
I almost had a sleepover with someone from my school who ended
up being involved in an actual murder.
But that's not even the scariestpart.
She had a full blown obsession with Richard Ramirez and I think
I was supposed to be her first. We'll call her UB.
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She was in a few of my classes, the kind of girl who mostly
stayed silent, always hunched over, eyes darting like she was
half listening to voices no one else could hear.
I never paid her much attention at first, I just figured she was
introverted or dealing with stuff.
But one day she started talking to me out of nowhere.
She complimented my art, then mymusic taste.
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Then she started sitting closer,said she liked how I noticed
things other people don't. Now I'm a very observant person,
almost a social genius lol. But something about her was
interesting to me looking back. It wasn't flirting, it was
studying. We started talking more during
breaks. She was weird.
Ask me questions like how would you feel if you couldn't move
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and how would you kill someone? She was obsessed with true
crime, specifically Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker.
I thought she just liked the mystery aspect until she told me
she had read every book ever written about him.
She said his eyes were beautiful.
She said he understood the darkness in people.
She said she felt like she was born in the wrong era, that
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things made more sense back then.
I laughed nervously, but she wasdead serious.
She even showed me a drawing shemade of them kissing a girl who
looked just like her. I thought it was just a weird
phase, but something about her made me curious.
I love people in the brain. I love the mind and learning how
people work. I briefly heard about cases like
this where people fall in love with serial killers and really
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wanted to understand it. Then she invited me to a
sleepover at her place. At first I agreed, I didn't
really think anything of it. I was trying to be open minded
and gather more information about this obsession.
Maybe she was just into creepy stuff like horror fans are, or
maybe she had hyperistophilia. But then the day before the
sleepover, I came over to hang out early.
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She said she wanted to show me her art.
When I walked into her room, my blood ran cold.
Her walls were covered covered in photos of Richard Ramirez
allowed the photos. Some were printed off the
Internet, others were torn out of books.
There were post it notes stuck to his face.
One of them literally said I understand you.
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One particular photo and photos of crime scene stuck on a desk
like a twisted little altar and next to it a row of his books
highlighted dog eared, annotated.
Not like a fan, but like a disciple.
She smiled and said nothing likeit was normal.
What was I meant to do? At this point I'm freaked out
but ego standing tall. I believe that because safe.
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I sat on the edge of her bed, trying to stay calm.
My heart was in my throat. That's when she opened a drawer
and pulled out a knife. Not a kitchen knife, a black
handed box cutter with somethingred already dried along the
edge. She held it gently, like it was
precious. She sat beside me and asked.
You like it? I got it last night.
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I looked at her, nodding and almost observing her.
Then she brought it close to me and grazed my face with it.
Not sharp enough to cut me but sharp enough to scratch my skin.
She looked at me and said something along the lines of I
wonder how you look decapitated.I froze.
She was so calm, so gentle. She wasn't threatening me and
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that's what made it worse. She was fantasizing.
I laughed it off, said I needed to pee, walk straight out of the
house and never looked back. Blocked her on everything.
Told my mom I had a bad feeling that was all I could say.
I didn't even fully understand it myself. 3 weeks later she was
arrested. A man had been found injured,
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multiple stab wounds. She attempted to strangle him,
and when that didn't go well, she stabbed him.
She and two others have been picked up.
One of them talked. She'd been planning it for
months, and they found her notebooks filled with writings.
Some of it sounded like dreams, some of it just pages of names,
and one of them was mine. Myself and a few other students
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had hearts surrounding their names.
I don't know what it means, hell, I don't have evidence it
was even my name, but I know it was.
I can't prove I would have been next, but I know how she looked
at me, and I know how close I came.
I almost slept in the room of a girl who idolized one of the
most violent serial killers in history, who wrote love stories
about them, who planned and followed through, and who once
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asked me with full sincerity, would you be scared if you
couldn't move? To this day I don't know why she
didn't pick me, but every time Iclose my eyes I still see that
wall. Don't ignore red flags everyone.
Trust your gut. Some people don't want to be
saved, they want someone to suffer with.
Please do not be dumb like I wasand put yourself in the
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situation I did. And I'm going to talk for a
second while the photo she included is shown on screen so
you can get a better look at it.But that was scary as hell.
I'm glad you got out all right. That's something of nightmares.
And yeah, like I said, I'm glad you got out all right. that Lady
is a psychopath of that girl's apsychopath.
And I'm super sad to hear that some poor guy got caught in her
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crosshair, so to say. And hopefully you didn't include
if he died or not, but attemptedmurder.
Murder, I'm not sure, but hopefully that guy's all right.
And hopefully she's in jail for a long time and gets the help
that she needs because she obviously needs it.
Thank you so much for sending inthe story.
On to the next one. I work.
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Overnight at a gas station in rural Indiana.
Here's my story. I-22 male, work overnights at a
small gas station a couple milesoff the highway in a small town
in Indiana. The town itself is small and
there isn't really anything crazy that goes on here.
It's the kind of place you wouldjust drive right past not even
realize it's even there. I've been working at the store
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for a little over a year and haven't experienced anything out
of the ordinary. That is until a few nights ago.
I clocked in at 10:00 PM as usual and said goodbye to my Co
worker that was working the shift prior to mine.
As she left I finished ringing up customers and started my
nightly duties. Everything was slow, a customer
every few hours just looking forsome gas or a snack, maybe a
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pack of cigarettes. Pretty normal night.
At around 2, AMI was stocking the cigarettes behind the
counter when I heard the sound of our doorbell ring, letting me
know someone is in the store. But when I turned around nobody
was there. Weird.
I said to myself, thinking it's just a small malfunction.
I continued stalking when out ofnowhere the lights flickered off
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and back on. Only a half a second.
Our registers were completely knocked offline, as well as our
gas pumps. I tried calling our store
manager and our help desk but had no signal.
Great. I muttered as I locked the
doors. I went to clean up the store and
mop when I heard what sounded like someone walking through the
store. I rushed up front, but again,
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nobody's there. I checked the entire building,
even the backroom and the bathroom.
Not a single person inside. That's when I looked out the
window. There by the gas pumps was a man
around 6 to 235 lbs just standing there.
No car not moving, just standingthere looking at the building.
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I got a little weirded out but try not to think too much of it.
I went back to cleaning and justassumed he would leave.
Around 10 minutes later I heard someone trying the door.
It was him. I peeked my head around the
corner slowly and tried getting a better look at him.
He had a scar on his cheek and ascruffy beard with ungroomed
with dark hair. I noticed that he had a
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significant amount of blood on his hands.
From what I could see though, hewasn't bleeding.
I grabbed the piece of paper anda marker and wrote in big bold
letters, temporarily closed, sorry for any inconvenience, and
showed it to him through the glass door.
When he read it, he just simply walked off.
No reaction, no being annoyed orangry, just left.
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I immediately picked up the phone to dial the non-emergency
line, but again, no service. I decided to continue my
cleaning and pray that he just didn't come back.
Around 20 to 30 minutes go by and I had almost forgotten about
the man until I heard the sound of someone at the door again.
Before I could even get out to the front I heard a loud thud,
then another. It sounded like someone was
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banging on the glass. Then I heard the sound of glass
shattering. I didn't hesitate and I ran into
the restroom and locked the door.
I saw him climbing in through the door with a rock sitting on
the ground. After locking myself in the
bathroom, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps slowly making
the way to the bathroom door. Then silence.
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I waited a moment before hearingthe sounds of loud banging and
screams from the other side of the door.
After a while the sound stopped.I heard more footsteps leaving
the door, heard him walking around the store, and heard the
doorbell once again. After waiting a while longer and
not hearing anything, I decided to risk it and leave the
bathroom. The store was a wreck, shells
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knocked over, blood everywhere, but the worst part, nothing was
taken, no inventory, no money, nothing.
I hopped in my car and drove down to a store closer to the
highway so I could get service again and call the police.
After doing an investigation, the determined that it wasn't an
attempt at a robbery. He wasn't there to steal money.
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I fear he was there for something much more sinister.
Hey Snook, I'm a new viewer. I've been watching your videos.
Your subscribers submitted 1 specifically so I wanted to
share one not of myself, but of my dad.
He tells me a lot of stories from his childhood, but this one
stood out to me. To start this story, my dad is
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extremely religious. He's always been religious and
praised to God every day, every meal and every drive.
But he's not strictly religious to myself or my siblings.
He was always a jolly happy go lucky helpful man.
As a kid I always wondered why he does so.
I knew it was good but never understood the purpose of it.
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So I asked him, why do you always pray to God?
My dad went seriously pale. He processed for a good minute,
sat me down and told me the story of how he swears he met
the devil when he was a kid. To make the.
Layout of his house easy to imagine the house was a one
story house on a ranch. There's a little brick wall
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right next to the porch of the house.
There's clear acres straight across they own and then a large
forest on both sides. Now my.
Dad's the middle. Child of 13 other kids so he was
forced to play with his other siblings, my aunts and uncles.
It was near midnight and my uncle wanted to play hide and
seek and everyone agreed to play.
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My dad and his siblings ran to hide.
My dad decided to hide in the forest because he knew his
sister was too scared to go lookin the forest.
My dad didn't go far, only a good three or two feet from the
edge. My dad hid behind a tree and
waited. My dad waited for a good minute
until they heard heavy breathing.
My dad was surprised but assumedmaybe she found their other
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siblings and send their brother Chewy to go check the forest.
My uncle Chewy was on the heavy side as a kid, which is why my
dad assumed it was him. My dad called out Chewy and
glanced over. My dad told me he wished it was
Chewy. My dad saw something
unbelievable, something so terrifying that he almost wet
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himself. He saw this huge and I mean huge
man or beast he's still unsure. It's eyes were unsettling and
uncanny. They were bright like if they
were glowing and fur or fuzzy sticking out of the cheeks just
watching my dad. My dad immediately bolted and
ran back inside. My dad finished the story with
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the saying everyone was already inside and your grandma was
yelling at me that where was I for 20 minutes.
I have more stories to say aboutwhat goes on around my life and
if you want to know more, feel free to e-mail me.
Thanks for your time and wow, that's super interesting.
Thank you so much for sharing. And yeah, definitely feel free
to send in more stories and any of you guys watching, if you
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want to send in stories, if you didn't catch the intro, you
know, send them into the e-mail in the description or my about
me on YouTube. Yeah, send in the story.
I read them all. And anyways, on to the next one.
Hey Snoke, you can just call me Eric.
I love your video so much. I've been listening since you've
had less than 100K Subs. Always been a huge fan.
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Your stories make working and cleaning tolerable and I'm so
glad I found your channel. Thank you so much for the kind
words, I really really appreciate that.
And now on to your story. Sorry if this isn't super long,
but I'm sure you and many other people would find it interesting
and creepy. And sorry if there are any
grammatical errors, I'm not exactly the best storyteller
slash rider, but I'll try my hardest.
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The story is about my aunt. So it was Christmas 2004.
I was just under a year old at the time and my brother was 4.
Every year on my mom's side of the family we would have a
Christmas party with family members and they'd all give each
other gifts and needs. You know, regular Christmas
stuff. But my mother noticed that her
step sister didn't show up to the party after many missed
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calls and failed attempts to contact her.
She was getting sort of concerned so she drove up to her
house after a bit of knocking. Nothing this was very odd.
Just knowing the person she is she wouldn't have missed the
Christmas party. Plus she said she was going to
come. So naturally my mother gets
concerned after a few hours and decides to call the police to go
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check on her. Apparently since it was
Christmas Day, the cops were being Dicks about wanting to go
in the house, saying things likeoh she probably is out with
friends just because they didn'twant to work.
So my mother was like all right,if you guys don't go in, I'm
breaking in the house myself. Which then they reluctantly
agreed to go inside and look formy mother nervously waited
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outside with a look of great sadness.
The cops walked back out. I'm sorry but she's passed away,
they said. Apparently she was holding a gun
dead in her closet, gifts still waiting to be wrapped on the
table whilst in workout attire according to my mom.
Which is just so unusual for someone who is going to, you
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know, commits S word. But of course the cops ruled it
as an S word and to this day nothing has ever come of it.
And this is where it gets terrifying.
For starters, right after she died, her husband moved away to
Norway, which me personally I believe is super suspicious.
This already had my mother speculating that he had
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something to do with her death, but she couldn't be 100% sure.
Of course, then something completely bizarre happened.
To this day, my mom has no rational explanation for this.
Just a couple days after my aunt's death.
My brother, a toddler by the way, goes up to my mother and
says Aunt Elle told me you need to go to her house and find the
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second bullet in the wall and ifthere's a key under a rock that
you need to find out what reallyhappened to her.
Something like that. Which is completely crazy
because my brother didn't know she had died but apparently my
aunts have been talking to him. My mother was so freaked out he
grabbed my brother and sat him in front of the cops who tell
him what he was saying and unfortunately they didn't do
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anything about it. So my mom went to the house to
look for this key my brother wastalking about and again nothing
came of it. So that's pretty much where this
specific story ends and I hope that one day the person who did
that to my aunt gets caught because I wholeheartedly believe
that she did not commit S word. Some other smaller things I'll
share about my brother. Apparently he was always
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experiencing paranormal shit, ages two to five years old and
remembers none of it. Here are some of those stories.
Every night for months straight he would have a reoccurring
nightmare where 3 crows, 1 fat, one skinny, one tall would come
to him and tell him he was goingto lose 3 things.
Which is pretty fucking weird thing to be dreaming about as a
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little kid. When my mom used to work at a
Mattress Firm, she'd bring my brother to work and multiple
times he would run to her cryingsaying he was seeing people walk
through the walls in the bathrooms.
When I was a little baby one night my brother was
sleepwalking repeating the phrase the baby's room is on
fire and when my parents heard them they checked on my room and
saw a cord in the corner sparking and smoking.
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I have so many more scary stories but that's just some of
the creepiest ones I've heard from my mom.
Apparently my brother doesn't remember any of.
This. And I hope you at least enjoyed
reading them. And it'd be super cool to see
this in a video, Eric. And yeah, thank you so much for
sending them in. If you have any more scary
stories, feel free to send them in.
Thanks, Eric. Hello, Snook.
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I'm a relatively new viewer. I've been watching you for a few
months now. I enjoy putting your videos on
while I draw. It's great background noise and
I love hearing other stories. Whether this ends up in a video
or not, I'm grateful just to be able to share my story with
someone. You can call me Cat.
This happened when I was about 13 years old.
We moved out of our old house after a divorce and into a
building built around the 1800s.An old governors building.
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It was set up weird. We're on the 3rd floor, take two
sets of spiral stairs up and immediately on the left was a
door that led into the room I stayed in.
Down the hall was the main door.Anyways, I just moved my room
around and set up my blue night light since I hate the dark.
It was night and I was laying inbed after finishing a game.
I was on my phone for a bit and I looked up to see the
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silhouettes of a man at the end of my bed.
My door never opened, it creakedso I would have known.
I freaked out and hid under my covers pigging out.
It was gone. I remember the image of it so
vividly too. I'm 20 now and I still think
about it. The night light was behind it
and the weird thing was there was no catch light on the man,
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just a pure black shadow. I know it's not long but it
still freaks me out to think about.
It's not the only weird thing that happened there but it was
definitely the weirdest thing I witnessed.
I was in my late teens, 16 or 17and I wanted proof of the realm
beyond living so I decided to play a ouija board for a better
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response. I pricked my finger with a pen
and put blood on the sides of the board and started asking
questions which worked but I said it's probably just me
moving it. So after I was done playing with
it I said goodbye. But for some reason that didn't
work. Maybe because after I burned the
ouija board a couple of days went by and nothing happened.
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Then one night I woke up and couldn't move my body.
I was stuck on my bed. I had sleep paralysis in the
past but this one was different.I saw what looked like it'd be a
person but it was a black mist as a body and had glowing green
eyes so bright and like LED's just light no eyes.
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At first I was scared and shocked then a wave of courage
came upon me and I couldn't movemy mouth so I talked to my head
saying get the F out of my houseyou don't belong here.
Meantime I was still trying to move.
I was trying to pick my head up while yelling at it in my head.
All of a sudden I moved my head a little and then everything
started shaking and I passed out.
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I think somehow that demon knocked me out without even
touching me. I've never had an experience
like that since. I don't know if I scared it off
or if it's waiting for me when I'm weak.
Just knowing those things exist makes you believe in stories
like the one you tell on your channel.
Thanks for reading Snook. First off, I'd like to say that
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I know that Rakes aren't real given they are a creature spawn
from the stories you'd find on Reddit or 4 Chan.
I know all about the Lauren stories from those places, even
prior to this event. However, it's the closest thing
in appearance that I feel confident enough in relating to
what I had seen that night. During the pandemic, I found
myself thrown out of a previous living arrangements and needed
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some place to stay. Now.
I've never had the best relationships with my family,
but figured it'd be worth a shotto give myself a roof over my
head. So I swallowed what little pride
I had and rang them up. After some time, I found myself
living with them in Florida, farfrom home, back in Maryland,
with no job or responsibilities to occupy my time.
I did what any. Adult in their early 20s would
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do play Pokémon Go. The place where my family was
staying at was in a small condo community in Fort Myers, FL.
It was a nice place and had a biking trail directly behind the
units. Which was nice.
Because I love to skate up and down it while playing Pokémon
Go, this became a habit of mine and I really didn't care when I
did this ritual and soon found myself out late hours of the
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night playing to my heart's content.
One particular night, while heading towards the bike trail,
I was walking along the side of the tree line leading up to the
trail. In the midpoint between the
condos and the trail was a street light illuminating the
street on the other side of the tree line.
Sort of like a barrier of trees separating the small grass patch
and the street opposite to it. That is where I saw it.
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Obviously distracted by whateverPokémon I was hurling balls at
in my app, I heard rustling beside me.
I turned to look and see just between the trees digging
through the leafletter, a man, or what I thought was a man,
Though I soon realized he was infact completely naked with no
hair on his body at all, with very pale skin.
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My body, before taking in any more information, send itself
into OverDrive from fear. Never have I ever had such a
physical reaction to anything before my life, and certainly
not out of fear. I sprinted what I deemed safe
haven in that moment as the widest open area with the street
light above which actually wasn't very far from where I'd
seen the creature and in realityprobably wasn't far enough, in
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fact a real threat. I took the long way back home
that night and I never actually saw the bean again as I still
frequented that same spot a couple weeks after the incident.
The hair on the my neck still stands up thinking about it and
honestly I can only hope it was a homeless man or some druggie
because imagine in a world wheresomething like that exists is
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just too much. Thanks for what you do.
Enjoy your summer Snook and thank you so much and I hope you
guys enjoy your summer. Everyone watching this video and
that wraps up some spooky true scary stories.
Let me know what you thought about this video down below.
Did you enjoy the stories was your favorite story?
I really love the first and second one, the serial killer 1
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Richard Romero's girl. I'm glad you got out and the
first one is long and lengthy, but super entertaining.
I loved all the stories in this video.
Thank you everybody who submitted their stories.
I really, really appreciate it. And that wraps up today's video
comment down below. Would you like to see shorter
videos, longer videos, somewherein between like this?
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subscribe to the channel if you haven't already.
It helps so much you don't even know.
And yeah, this was Snook and I'll see you next time.
Bye.
Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to another
scary stories video. And today we're getting into
some spooky, true scary stories.And these scary stories are all
sent in by you guys, viewers of the Snook Channel.
So thank you everyone who send in stories.
And if you'd like to see your story in a future video, please
send to the e-mail on screen now.
Thank you and thank you so much for stopping by.
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I really appreciate it. Get comfy, get a snack, get some
water and yeah, get ready to listen to some true scary
stories. And also, before we get into it,
please like the video and subscribe to the channel, it
helps more than you know. And all right, without further
ado, let's get into some spooky,true scary stories.
Hey, I've been watching your videos for a while and decided
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to share my own story. Warning, sorry for the bad
English, it's my third language and I'm still figuring out how
to make my thoughts into a readable story.
Feel free to leave feedback on my writing style and let me know
if you want some other stories from my younger days.
And don't worry, the story looksgreat.
Thank you so much for sending itin.
And anyways into your story be me.
Just finished my 11 months of mandatory military service.
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Had fun in the forest, met new friends, learned some good
survival skills, got fit and gotto practice shooting at the
Ruskies if they ever decide to invade.
After service I went back to working as a mechanic, working
in the same workshop I apprenticed in before military
service, fixing buses and occasionally trucks.
Same old routine, thought I'd start earning what little money
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I could to buy myself a house. Then one day I got a call from a
notary. Grandpa died, didn't even know
he was still alive honestly. Turns out he left me his cabin.
Some old place out near the Latvian border, deep in the
woods. I've loved the outdoors since I
was a child and remember visiting the place a couple
times with my parents, so this was kind of a dream come true.
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I was hoping that I could live there and work at a nearby town
if the cabin was in decent enough shape.
Decide to take my 87 Audi B3 which still somehow runs better
than I do, and took a three-weekvacation from work which I saved
up to drive out of the cabin. This happened in early summer
mind you, so it was the perfect time for a small summer retreat.
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Once I started getting close, the road got rough pretty quick.
Gravel to dirt to barely a path surrounded by trees on both
sides. When I finally got there, the
cabin looked like exactly like my childhood.
Memories. Moss growing on the roof,
curtains shut tight. The kind of place you don't
expect to see still standing. The door wasn't locked.
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I guess Grandpa didn't expect. Visitors pushed it open and
stepped inside. The air was heavy, smelled like
old smoke and pine. The floor creaked under my
boots, dust thick in the corners, but the place felt
familiar and comforting in a strange way, probably due to the
nostalgia. There was an old stove in the
corner, rusted but still solid, and hanging above it was a Mosen
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rifle, clean, oiled, like it wasstill being cared for, probably
leftover from the Second World War and not exactly legally
owned, but who cares, It belonged to my grandpa and I
decided to leave it as a keepsake.
The first night was pretty calm.I inspected the cabin, moves all
my stuff out of the car and explored around the cabin a bit
and I even found the keys for the whole place, but eventually
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I went to sleep. I slept pretty peacefully,
though I was surprised at the amount of wildlife I heard
outside at night. The cabin also creaked.
Quite a lot. But the sound wasn't anything
special, so I just wrote it off as the building settling.
The next day I started cleaning.Swept out years of dust.
I guess Grandpa didn't clean thecabin too much in his later
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years. Stacked firewood fixed a window
that rattled in the breeze. My productive day did get cut a
bit short as I found my grandpa's old notebook, though
the notebook was hidden behind some loose boards in the kitchen
wall. Not sure why he put it there,
maybe he just didn't want anyonereading it.
It was this small beat up thing with a few pages stuck together
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and some water damage on the bottom.
Smelled like a mildew and ash and I thought it was going to be
old hunting notes or maybe some boring list of repairs.
But most of it was weird scribbles, little hand drawn
maps of the forest around the cabin, and this name that kept
popping up. Kaija, which roughly translates
to the Walker. I didn't know what it meant,
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thought maybe it was some old nickname for a bear or
something. The way he wrote about it
though, it didn't sound like an animal.
He mentioned noises outside, sometimes tapping on the cabin
walls, sometimes footsteps, always at night.
But the part that stuck with me was this thing about candles.
He said the kaja likes light in the dark.
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Not like it was scared of it, more like it appreciated it it
watched it. He wrote that as long as you lit
a few candles before going to sleep, it stayed calm like you
were doing it a favor. Some nights he even wrote stuff
like left a flame burning, no knocking tonight or one candle
went out. Woke up to scratching.
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It didn't seem like something hewas just making up.
He wasn't the poetic type. Grandpa was a grumpy, practical
old man who swore birds and fixed anything he got his hands
on by himself. He had once told me that he had
been the main engineer for a squadron of fighter jets back
during the Soviet occupation. I figured maybe he had a reason
for writing it all down. Anyway, that night I figured why
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not. There was some candles on the
drawer under the sink. Old dusty things, but they
worked. I set up three, one in the
window, one by the door, one near the stove.
No electricity here anyway so itmade the cabin feel a bit more
alive. It's dumb, but the air felt
different with the candles lit. Not safer exactly, just like
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something out there was paying attention.
Didn't hear any weird sounds at night, and the wildlife seemed
to have calmed down to the pointwhere I barely heard anything
outside. But I didn't sleep great.
I kept watching the candlelight flicker across the ceiling,
listening for weird sounds untilI finally dozed off.
I told myself I was just being stupid, reading too much into
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some old man's notes, but I keptlighting them the next few
nights anyways. The candles did add a bit of a
comforting feeling, almost like sleeping with a night light on.
As a child, a few days went by like that.
Wake up, make some coffee on thestove, chop a bit of wood, fix
something that didn't really need fixing, light the candles
when the sun starts dipping, sleep, repeat.
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Started to kind of feel nice, honestly.
Peaceful, like I was shaking offthe sitting noise still ringing
in my head from back home. The air here had a weird
clearness to it, like everythingwas quieter, softer.
One night I woke up without really knowing why.
It was dead silent. Not the kind of quiet when
you're alone, more like the kindwhen someone is waiting to see
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what you do next. I sat up and looked around.
All three candles are still burning, the wax pulling at the
bases like melted ice cream. Then I noticed something outside
the window. Just a shadow at first.
Not even a shape really. Just this part of the tree line
that looked wrong, like the moonlight bent around it or
something. Could have been a tree.
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Probably was a tree. I'm not going to pretend I saw
some clear monster or gloaming eyes or whatever.
It was just a darker shape against the already dark woods,
and I swear it moved a bit, likeit leaned forward when I
blinked. Didn't go outside, just sat
there and stared back until the candles flickered slightly, like
a draft had hit them, even though every window I'd shut
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tight. Then I did what everyone else
would do. I pulled the blanket over my
shoulders and pretended I didn'tcare.
Next morning I checked around the cabin, didn't see anything
weird, No footprints, no broken branches, nothing.
Felt stupid again, Almost packedup that day actually, but I
decided to say since I was starting to get accustomed to
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the force life. Just told myself it was nerves,
isolation, maybe I was just going crazy being out here
alone. But then the next night I saw
something else. Same deal, candles burning, me
lying half awake in my bed and thinking of all these stupid
shit I used to do when I was younger.
I heard a light knock. Not loud, not like someone
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banging to get in, more like someone gently tapping a finger
against the wood. It was 3 taps repeating on the
wall with a 2 second delay before it started again.
It was coming from the back wallof the cabin, just under the
window near the stove. Didn't get up, didn't say
anything, just stared at the ceiling and hoped it would stop.
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After a minute it did. Then something else caught my
attention. I smelled something.
It was faint, but it was there, like blood and wet fur.
If you've ever gutted a wild animal, you know what I mean.
That hot iron smell like something freshly dead.
I didn't open the door, I just waited until morning again.
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And in the morning I found it right on the front step.
A rabbit or what used to be 1, dead, skinned, but not like
someone used a knife, more like it had been peeled, eyes gone,
teeth bared, just sitting there almost like a dead bird.
Your cat would bring you a pretty messed up gift, but
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animals have their own way of expressing themselves, so I
thought maybe it was just some wildlife.
I didn't touch it, just use a shovel to fling it deep into the
woods. And you know what I did that
night? Lift the candles again.
All three. Burn them until they were half
their size. I was kind of skeptical because
I don't know any animal that would skin their prey in that
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way and then leave it at a doorstep, especially in the
Estonian wilderness where thingsare pretty calm.
I guess that it could have been a fox or something and left it
at that, not bothering to overthink things.
But something about it felt deliberate, like it was a test
to see my reaction. Anyway, I'm still here, still
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lighting the candles, still pretending everything's fine.
Couple more nights went by. No more rabbits, no more
knocking. I started to think that maybe I
passed the test, or maybe whatever it was just got bored
and left. The forest was quiet again, like
it had been the first few nights.
Still lit the candles though. Didn't skip a single night.
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Might sound dumb, but it startedto feel like a routine, like
brushing your teeth before bed. You don't question it, you just
do it. Then maybe 5 or 6 days later I
messed up. One of the candles had burned
down too low the night before and I didn't notice.
The stub was so small it basically melted into the plate.
Didn't have a proper replacement, but I figured 2
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would be enough for one night. Put one by the door, one by the
stove. Nothing in the window seemed
harmless at the time. That night I woke up again, this
time not because of a sound, noteven the silence, just cold.
The room felt colder than it should have been, like someone
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had left the door open, but I checked it earlier and it was
locked still. I sat up in bed and looked
around. 2 candles flickering, both struggling like someone was
trying to blow them out from afar.
That weird smell was back to blood for maybe a bit of smoke.
It clung to the walls like dampness.
Then I heard the footsteps, slow, crunching across pine
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needles and gravel outside coming from the woods.
I froze, didn't even breathe fora second.
The steps came closer, circled around the cabin once, then
stopped near the window, the oneI didn't put a candle in.
I don't know how to explain it, but I swear I felt something
looking in. Like heat from a fire but in
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reverse, a cold stare pressing through the glass.
I didn't get up. I didn't peek, just sat there
staring at the ceiling like an idiot.
Eventually the steps moved again, this time softer, walking
away, vanishing into the trees. Didn't sleep again that night.
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In the morning I checked the ground under the window, just to
prove to myself nothing was there.
But there were prints. Not boot prints.
Not paws either. They looked like bare feet but
longer, toes stretched out like fingers, 5 on each but too thin
in spaced weird. I crouched down and stared at
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them for maybe five whole minutes before I backed away and
locked myself inside. I spent that whole day looking
for more candles. Found a half used pack of tea
lights in the shed and a few birthday candles tucked into a
drawer with some old Soviet coins and rusty nails.
Ugly little things, but I didn'tcare.
I lit four that night, didn't even sleep, just sat on a chair
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by the stove with the rifle across my lap, listening.
Nothing came. Next morning I finally opened up
Grandpa's notebook again, started looking more carefully
this time. There were pages I didn't notice
before, stuck together with thatwater damage, peeled them apart
slow. Try not to tear anything on one
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page in that same sharp handwriting he'd written.
It gets curious when you forget,when you stop respecting the
dark, rough translation. Next to that, a sketch.
Just pencil lines, rough and fast.
A cabin, this cabin, and something standing beside it,
Tall, almost thin enough to be mistaken for a tree if you
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weren't looking closely. Long arms, no face, just space
where a face should be. I shut the book.
Haven't opened it again since. A few more nights pass without
much happening. I kept the candle ritual going,
even started timing when I lit them right when the last bit of
sun dipped below the tree line. I didn't feel watched exactly,
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but I didn't feel alone either. Hard to explain.
Like the forest had started paying attention.
One evening I was chopping wood Outback when I noticed something
strange. A stone.
Just a regular looking frock, flat and palm sized, but it
wasn't resting on the stump I had been splitting logs on
earlier that morning. I was sure it hadn't been there
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before. I picked it up, smooth, cold,
but it had a single line carved into it, dead center, like
someone had dragged a nail or a knife across it in one clean
stroke. Not a rune or symbol, just a
line. But it didn't look accidental.
I looked around the woods, but of course there was nothing.
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Just the usual green stillness. I left the rock on the porch,
thinking maybe it was just a weird little coincidence, but I
couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't random.
That night the air was heavier than usual, not storm heavy,
just thick. I lit the candles, all three,
and went to bed early. Didn't even read, just laid
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there watching the candlelight flicker across the walls like
usual. Around midnight I heard
something new. A thud.
Not loud, but sharp, like something small falling over.
I sat up and looked around the cabin.
Everything looked normal, but then I noticed one of the
candles had gone out, the one near the stove.
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I got up, thinking maybe the waxburned low or drafts hit it, but
as I leaned down to relight it, I saw it.
A shape, just for a second, in the window glass, not in the
woods, in the reflection. It was behind me.
I spun around, heart pounding, but of course there was nothing
there, just the other two candles burning.
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In the stove behind them. No sound, no footsteps, nothing.
I read the the candle and stayedawake for the rest of the night,
staring into the corners of the room like they were going to
move. Next morning there was something
else. The stone was gone from the
porch. In its place was a twig,
carefully bent into a triangle shape, laid flat where the stone
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had been. I didn't touch it.
Still haven't. That night I added a fourth
candle just in case. After that night with the
triangle stick, I started thinking more seriously about
leaving. It wasn't panic or anything,
just this gnawing feeling in theback of my head that maybe I'd
overstayed my welcome and maybe the forest didn't want me here
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long term. It was like I've been walking
around with headphones on enjoying the peace and now
someone had pulled 1 earbud out and whispered you should go.
The weird thing is, nothing actually bad had happened.
I wasn't hurt. The cabin was still standing.
The woods weren't any darker than before, but things were
adding up in a way I didn't like.
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The rabbit, the tapping, the candle going out, the
reflection, and now this weird little totem left in a place of
a stone I didn't ask for. I spent most of the next day
pacing the clearing outside the cabin with a coffee cup that I
never actually drank from. I kept looking at the trees like
I was expecting one of them to move wrong.
Nothing ever did. I even sat in the car for a
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while just to see how it felt. I turned the key, engine started
up fine, no problems. Just sat there listening to it
idle, wondering if maybe I should pack up, leave before
anything escalated, tell myself I'd come back later with a
friend or something. But I didn't drive off, not yet.
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Later that afternoon, I grabbed the backpack and hiked a few
kilometers into the woods, just to clear my head.
Brought a thermos and a sandwichlike I used to when I was a kid.
Took a compass too, because evenwith GPSI, didn't trust the
woods not to screw with your sense of direction, especially
now. I didn't see anyone, of course.
Didn't expect to. While walking, I did find one
more thing I couldn't explain. Another candle out in the woods,
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sitting on a flat stone like it had been placed there on
purpose. It was burnt down nearly all the
way. Wax melted into a little pale
pool in the rock. It was identical to the ones
I've been lighting in the cabin.Same brand, same dull white
color, same stubby shape. It was mine, I was sure of it.
I didn't touch it, just looked at it for a while and turned
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around. Walked straight back to the
cabin, taking the long way just in case.
That night I didn't wait for thesun to set.
Lit 5 candles this time, every corner of the room, 1 on the
window sill, one near the bed, even put one outside on the
porch. It was the first night I slept
with the rifle with any arm's reach, so I haven't used it.
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Don't even know if I'd bother shooting at something like this.
Not sure if it even helped, but it makes me feel a little less
alone. I didn't leave the next day,
even though I probably should have packed my bag, left it by
the door, just couldn't bring myself to walk away.
It's hard to explain. It wasn't like I wanted to stay,
it's more like the forest didn'twant me to go.
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Like the air itself was leaning in, whispering that I was part
of something now and didn't get to just back out of it.
I kept the candles going of course, even found a half burned
stash of tea lights in the shed behind the cabin.
I lined them along the window sills and lit them all one
night. The cabin looks like a church
from the outside probably. Or a shrine.
I guess it sort of was. That's when things started to
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just feel different, stranger. Like the thing outside wasn't
just hanging around the edges anymore.
One morning I stepped out and found stones arranged in a
circle right in front of the steps.
Not just random either, they were carefully placed clean of
Moss and mud like they'd just been set inside the circle.
A single feather black crow maybe looked untouched by rain
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or wind. I didn't step on it, just stood
there looking at it like it was waiting for me to react.
Later that day I went out for firewood.
Took the same trail I'd used allweek and maybe I was just tired
or not paying attention but I swear the path was different.
Trees. I didn't remember a stump with a
ring of mushrooms around it thatlooked too perfect to be
natural. It was like the forest had
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rearranged itself a little bit just to mess with me, just
enough that I noticed. I turned around before I even
reached the wood pile and went straight back to the cabin.
That night I lit 5 candles. I didn't even think, just placed
them around the corners of the room. 1 by 1.
The light felt warmer somehow, heavier, like something was
watching, like he was waiting. The knocking didn't come back,
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but something new did. The walls started to hum, barely
audible, like a low vibration deep in the wood.
It wasn't mechanical, more like a sound you'd feel in your bones
if you pressed your ear to the floor.
I didn't even get scared this time, just lay there listening
to it, like it was telling me a story in a language I didn't
speak when I woke up. There was a shape drawn in ash
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on the table, just a circle withlines crossing through.
It looked like it'd have been traced with someone's finger in
the leftover soot from the stove.
Again, clean, no mess, no smudge, just sitting there
waiting for me to notice. That's when I really started
genuinely fucking tweaking. The doors and windows were all
closed and locked, but somehow something had gotten inside and
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did an arts and crafts project on my fucking table.
I just started packing up for the second time, thinking about
heading back to the city where the forest monsters don't break
into your house to show you their aspirations for art
school. I don't think the thing was
trying to hurt me, because if itcan get inside then it probably
already had the every chance to do so.
I was also starting to think that the reflection I saw in the
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window a couple days ago really had been inside the cabin.
But I thought that it wants something.
It kind of feels like I'm playing mind games with me and
I'm not sure I want to find out what it planned on doing once it
got bored of these little games.I thought that maybe being in
the forest alone in an old cabinmight have made me a bit
delusional, so I decided to thugit out as the kids would say,
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for one more night just in case.I really liked the cabin and
didn't really want to leave for no good reason after all.
Which thinking back, I really was acting like a horror movie
protagonist. My plan was to see if the
supposed Kaja would give me anything clearer or maybe things
would stop being so weird. If not, I had planned on driving
back to the city. I've got a half tank in the Audi
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and a week worth of supplies left, so I didn't really have a
need to rush. That night felt different the
second the sun's dipped below the trees.
The kind of silence that prices in around you like a blanket you
didn't ask for. I didn't even bother cooking,
just ate some bread and canned meat straight out of the tin,
sitting on the front step. The circle of stones was still
there, feather two wind hadn't touched it.
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I lit the candles again, 5 this time like before, and sat down
with my back to the door. I didn't plan on sleeping, I
figured if something wanted to show up, I'd be awake for it,
made it like a man instead of hiding under a blanket again.
But the hours dragged by, candles burn low, nothing
happened. I started to feel stupid all
over again. And then I heard it.
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Not knocking, not scratching, whistling.
A low, slow tune like something half remembered from childhood.
Not cheerful, more like a lullaby song under your breath
when you think no one's listening.
It came from the woods behind the cabin, moving slow like
whoever was doing it was walkingcloser, then passed, then
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further. This kind of sound that threads
its way through your ribs and makes your heartbeat in a
strange pattern. I aim my rifle at it, tracking
its best as I could, and just listened, and eventually it
faded. I thought that was it.
When I stood up to check the window, there was something on
the inside of the glass. A fingerprint smudged in soot,
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dead center. My stomach dropped, not because
it was there, but because it wason the inside.
I didn't sleep, couldn't stop staring at that smudge until the
sun came up and turned it into just a shadow on clean glass.
I took a long walk that morning,left the cabin behind and
followed the Creek for a few kilometers just trying to clear
my head. Think.
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I felt like I was standing at some weird crossroads, like I
had to pick between pretending this all never happened or
giving in to whatever the hell the force wanted me to do.
I ended up at the edge of a small clear and had it seen
before. Dead center was a tree, tall,
thin, half rotten, and hanging from one of the lower branches,
tied with some kind of thin woven line, was another feather.
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This one was white, and under itscratched into the dirt with
something sharp. A symbol kind of looks like a
rune. I think it was a circle with
crossing lines. I stood there for a long time
contemplating my next move, juststaring at a feather.
But eventually I decided to takethe feather with me, sort of as
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a keepsake to remember that all of this wasn't a dream, because
it sure did feel like a fever dream at times.
Then I went back to the cabin and I packed my bag one last
time. It was like something like go.
Or maybe I did. I locked the cabin behind me,
got in my car, pulled the choke and drove out slowly.
Took my time on the bumpy path, watching the forest and the rear
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view until it disappeared. Didn't look back.
It's been about a year now. I still keep the feather in my
desk drawer. I'm back in the Capitol, back at
the workshop. The days feel long and tiring,
but not in a bad way. Just full grease under my nails
again. Co workers arguing, overtime
schedules, normal stuff. Comfortable.
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But some nights when the wind's just right and the city noise
dips low, I still hear that whistle.
Faint like it's traveling a longway to get me.
I didn't like candles anymore, but I keep a box of tea lights
and a drawer just in case. I thought about silent in the
cabin, haven't gone through withit yet.
Recently I've started to want togo back, maybe bring a friend or
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two along to see if anything haschanged.
If you guys have any info on what this thing might be or any
ideas on what I should do with the cabin then let me know and I
might just have a new story for you guys one day.
But for now, thanks for listening to my rambling and
good luck. Hey snook I just wanted to say I
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love your videos I listen to them everyday even re watching
them lol. Thank you for being my comfort
YouTube along with next bow. You're amazing and keep doing
what you're doing. I'm excited to see you grow.
Thank you so much for the kind words I really appreciate it And
now into your story. Anyways this isn't a joke you
can call me T I'm an 18 year oldsenior in high school.
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I have many friends but love learning about people.
I especially, weirdly enough, love learning about people's
trauma or weird disorders. But moving on.
I almost had a sleepover with someone from my school who ended
up being involved in an actual murder.
But that's not even the scariestpart.
She had a full blown obsession with Richard Ramirez and I think
I was supposed to be her first. We'll call her UB.
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She was in a few of my classes, the kind of girl who mostly
stayed silent, always hunched over, eyes darting like she was
half listening to voices no one else could hear.
I never paid her much attention at first, I just figured she was
introverted or dealing with stuff.
But one day she started talking to me out of nowhere.
She complimented my art, then mymusic taste.
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Then she started sitting closer,said she liked how I noticed
things other people don't. Now I'm a very observant person,
almost a social genius lol. But something about her was
interesting to me looking back. It wasn't flirting, it was
studying. We started talking more during
breaks. She was weird.
Ask me questions like how would you feel if you couldn't move
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and how would you kill someone? She was obsessed with true
crime, specifically Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker.
I thought she just liked the mystery aspect until she told me
she had read every book ever written about him.
She said his eyes were beautiful.
She said he understood the darkness in people.
She said she felt like she was born in the wrong era, that
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things made more sense back then.
I laughed nervously, but she wasdead serious.
She even showed me a drawing shemade of them kissing a girl who
looked just like her. I thought it was just a weird
phase, but something about her made me curious.
I love people in the brain. I love the mind and learning how
people work. I briefly heard about cases like
this where people fall in love with serial killers and really
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wanted to understand it. Then she invited me to a
sleepover at her place. At first I agreed, I didn't
really think anything of it. I was trying to be open minded
and gather more information about this obsession.
Maybe she was just into creepy stuff like horror fans are, or
maybe she had hyperistophilia. But then the day before the
sleepover, I came over to hang out early.
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She said she wanted to show me her art.
When I walked into her room, my blood ran cold.
Her walls were covered covered in photos of Richard Ramirez
allowed the photos. Some were printed off the
Internet, others were torn out of books.
There were post it notes stuck to his face.
One of them literally said I understand you.
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One particular photo and photos of crime scene stuck on a desk
like a twisted little altar and next to it a row of his books
highlighted dog eared, annotated.
Not like a fan, but like a disciple.
She smiled and said nothing likeit was normal.
What was I meant to do? At this point I'm freaked out
but ego standing tall. I believe that because safe.
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I sat on the edge of her bed, trying to stay calm.
My heart was in my throat. That's when she opened a drawer
and pulled out a knife. Not a kitchen knife, a black
handed box cutter with somethingred already dried along the
edge. She held it gently, like it was
precious. She sat beside me and asked.
You like it? I got it last night.
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I looked at her, nodding and almost observing her.
Then she brought it close to me and grazed my face with it.
Not sharp enough to cut me but sharp enough to scratch my skin.
She looked at me and said something along the lines of I
wonder how you look decapitated.I froze.
She was so calm, so gentle. She wasn't threatening me and
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that's what made it worse. She was fantasizing.
I laughed it off, said I needed to pee, walk straight out of the
house and never looked back. Blocked her on everything.
Told my mom I had a bad feeling that was all I could say.
I didn't even fully understand it myself. 3 weeks later she was
arrested. A man had been found injured,
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multiple stab wounds. She attempted to strangle him,
and when that didn't go well, she stabbed him.
She and two others have been picked up.
One of them talked. She'd been planning it for
months, and they found her notebooks filled with writings.
Some of it sounded like dreams, some of it just pages of names,
and one of them was mine. Myself and a few other students
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had hearts surrounding their names.
I don't know what it means, hell, I don't have evidence it
was even my name, but I know it was.
I can't prove I would have been next, but I know how she looked
at me, and I know how close I came.
I almost slept in the room of a girl who idolized one of the
most violent serial killers in history, who wrote love stories
about them, who planned and followed through, and who once
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asked me with full sincerity, would you be scared if you
couldn't move? To this day I don't know why she
didn't pick me, but every time Iclose my eyes I still see that
wall. Don't ignore red flags everyone.
Trust your gut. Some people don't want to be
saved, they want someone to suffer with.
Please do not be dumb like I wasand put yourself in the
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situation I did. And I'm going to talk for a
second while the photo she included is shown on screen so
you can get a better look at it.But that was scary as hell.
I'm glad you got out all right. That's something of nightmares.
And yeah, like I said, I'm glad you got out all right. that Lady
is a psychopath of that girl's apsychopath.
And I'm super sad to hear that some poor guy got caught in her
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crosshair, so to say. And hopefully you didn't include
if he died or not, but attemptedmurder.
Murder, I'm not sure, but hopefully that guy's all right.
And hopefully she's in jail for a long time and gets the help
that she needs because she obviously needs it.
Thank you so much for sending inthe story.
On to the next one. I work.
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Overnight at a gas station in rural Indiana.
Here's my story. I-22 male, work overnights at a
small gas station a couple milesoff the highway in a small town
in Indiana. The town itself is small and
there isn't really anything crazy that goes on here.
It's the kind of place you wouldjust drive right past not even
realize it's even there. I've been working at the store
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for a little over a year and haven't experienced anything out
of the ordinary. That is until a few nights ago.
I clocked in at 10:00 PM as usual and said goodbye to my Co
worker that was working the shift prior to mine.
As she left I finished ringing up customers and started my
nightly duties. Everything was slow, a customer
every few hours just looking forsome gas or a snack, maybe a
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pack of cigarettes. Pretty normal night.
At around 2, AMI was stocking the cigarettes behind the
counter when I heard the sound of our doorbell ring, letting me
know someone is in the store. But when I turned around nobody
was there. Weird.
I said to myself, thinking it's just a small malfunction.
I continued stalking when out ofnowhere the lights flickered off
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and back on. Only a half a second.
Our registers were completely knocked offline, as well as our
gas pumps. I tried calling our store
manager and our help desk but had no signal.
Great. I muttered as I locked the
doors. I went to clean up the store and
mop when I heard what sounded like someone walking through the
store. I rushed up front, but again,
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nobody's there. I checked the entire building,
even the backroom and the bathroom.
Not a single person inside. That's when I looked out the
window. There by the gas pumps was a man
around 6 to 235 lbs just standing there.
No car not moving, just standingthere looking at the building.
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I got a little weirded out but try not to think too much of it.
I went back to cleaning and justassumed he would leave.
Around 10 minutes later I heard someone trying the door.
It was him. I peeked my head around the
corner slowly and tried getting a better look at him.
He had a scar on his cheek and ascruffy beard with ungroomed
with dark hair. I noticed that he had a
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significant amount of blood on his hands.
From what I could see though, hewasn't bleeding.
I grabbed the piece of paper anda marker and wrote in big bold
letters, temporarily closed, sorry for any inconvenience, and
showed it to him through the glass door.
When he read it, he just simply walked off.
No reaction, no being annoyed orangry, just left.
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I immediately picked up the phone to dial the non-emergency
line, but again, no service. I decided to continue my
cleaning and pray that he just didn't come back.
Around 20 to 30 minutes go by and I had almost forgotten about
the man until I heard the sound of someone at the door again.
Before I could even get out to the front I heard a loud thud,
then another. It sounded like someone was
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banging on the glass. Then I heard the sound of glass
shattering. I didn't hesitate and I ran into
the restroom and locked the door.
I saw him climbing in through the door with a rock sitting on
the ground. After locking myself in the
bathroom, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps slowly making
the way to the bathroom door. Then silence.
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I waited a moment before hearingthe sounds of loud banging and
screams from the other side of the door.
After a while the sound stopped.I heard more footsteps leaving
the door, heard him walking around the store, and heard the
doorbell once again. After waiting a while longer and
not hearing anything, I decided to risk it and leave the
bathroom. The store was a wreck, shells
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knocked over, blood everywhere, but the worst part, nothing was
taken, no inventory, no money, nothing.
I hopped in my car and drove down to a store closer to the
highway so I could get service again and call the police.
After doing an investigation, the determined that it wasn't an
attempt at a robbery. He wasn't there to steal money.
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I fear he was there for something much more sinister.
Hey Snook, I'm a new viewer. I've been watching your videos.
Your subscribers submitted 1 specifically so I wanted to
share one not of myself, but of my dad.
He tells me a lot of stories from his childhood, but this one
stood out to me. To start this story, my dad is
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extremely religious. He's always been religious and
praised to God every day, every meal and every drive.
But he's not strictly religious to myself or my siblings.
He was always a jolly happy go lucky helpful man.
As a kid I always wondered why he does so.
I knew it was good but never understood the purpose of it.
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So I asked him, why do you always pray to God?
My dad went seriously pale. He processed for a good minute,
sat me down and told me the story of how he swears he met
the devil when he was a kid. To make the.
Layout of his house easy to imagine the house was a one
story house on a ranch. There's a little brick wall
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right next to the porch of the house.
There's clear acres straight across they own and then a large
forest on both sides. Now my.
Dad's the middle. Child of 13 other kids so he was
forced to play with his other siblings, my aunts and uncles.
It was near midnight and my uncle wanted to play hide and
seek and everyone agreed to play.
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My dad and his siblings ran to hide.
My dad decided to hide in the forest because he knew his
sister was too scared to go lookin the forest.
My dad didn't go far, only a good three or two feet from the
edge. My dad hid behind a tree and
waited. My dad waited for a good minute
until they heard heavy breathing.
My dad was surprised but assumedmaybe she found their other
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siblings and send their brother Chewy to go check the forest.
My uncle Chewy was on the heavy side as a kid, which is why my
dad assumed it was him. My dad called out Chewy and
glanced over. My dad told me he wished it was
Chewy. My dad saw something
unbelievable, something so terrifying that he almost wet
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himself. He saw this huge and I mean huge
man or beast he's still unsure. It's eyes were unsettling and
uncanny. They were bright like if they
were glowing and fur or fuzzy sticking out of the cheeks just
watching my dad. My dad immediately bolted and
ran back inside. My dad finished the story with
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the saying everyone was already inside and your grandma was
yelling at me that where was I for 20 minutes.
I have more stories to say aboutwhat goes on around my life and
if you want to know more, feel free to e-mail me.
Thanks for your time and wow, that's super interesting.
Thank you so much for sharing. And yeah, definitely feel free
to send in more stories and any of you guys watching, if you
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want to send in stories, if you didn't catch the intro, you
know, send them into the e-mail in the description or my about
me on YouTube. Yeah, send in the story.
I read them all. And anyways, on to the next one.
Hey Snoke, you can just call me Eric.
I love your video so much. I've been listening since you've
had less than 100K Subs. Always been a huge fan.
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Your stories make working and cleaning tolerable and I'm so
glad I found your channel. Thank you so much for the kind
words, I really really appreciate that.
And now on to your story. Sorry if this isn't super long,
but I'm sure you and many other people would find it interesting
and creepy. And sorry if there are any
grammatical errors, I'm not exactly the best storyteller
slash rider, but I'll try my hardest.
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The story is about my aunt. So it was Christmas 2004.
I was just under a year old at the time and my brother was 4.
Every year on my mom's side of the family we would have a
Christmas party with family members and they'd all give each
other gifts and needs. You know, regular Christmas
stuff. But my mother noticed that her
step sister didn't show up to the party after many missed
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calls and failed attempts to contact her.
She was getting sort of concerned so she drove up to her
house after a bit of knocking. Nothing this was very odd.
Just knowing the person she is she wouldn't have missed the
Christmas party. Plus she said she was going to
come. So naturally my mother gets
concerned after a few hours and decides to call the police to go
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check on her. Apparently since it was
Christmas Day, the cops were being Dicks about wanting to go
in the house, saying things likeoh she probably is out with
friends just because they didn'twant to work.
So my mother was like all right,if you guys don't go in, I'm
breaking in the house myself. Which then they reluctantly
agreed to go inside and look formy mother nervously waited
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outside with a look of great sadness.
The cops walked back out. I'm sorry but she's passed away,
they said. Apparently she was holding a gun
dead in her closet, gifts still waiting to be wrapped on the
table whilst in workout attire according to my mom.
Which is just so unusual for someone who is going to, you
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know, commits S word. But of course the cops ruled it
as an S word and to this day nothing has ever come of it.
And this is where it gets terrifying.
For starters, right after she died, her husband moved away to
Norway, which me personally I believe is super suspicious.
This already had my mother speculating that he had
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something to do with her death, but she couldn't be 100% sure.
Of course, then something completely bizarre happened.
To this day, my mom has no rational explanation for this.
Just a couple days after my aunt's death.
My brother, a toddler by the way, goes up to my mother and
says Aunt Elle told me you need to go to her house and find the
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second bullet in the wall and ifthere's a key under a rock that
you need to find out what reallyhappened to her.
Something like that. Which is completely crazy
because my brother didn't know she had died but apparently my
aunts have been talking to him. My mother was so freaked out he
grabbed my brother and sat him in front of the cops who tell
him what he was saying and unfortunately they didn't do
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anything about it. So my mom went to the house to
look for this key my brother wastalking about and again nothing
came of it. So that's pretty much where this
specific story ends and I hope that one day the person who did
that to my aunt gets caught because I wholeheartedly believe
that she did not commit S word. Some other smaller things I'll
share about my brother. Apparently he was always
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experiencing paranormal shit, ages two to five years old and
remembers none of it. Here are some of those stories.
Every night for months straight he would have a reoccurring
nightmare where 3 crows, 1 fat, one skinny, one tall would come
to him and tell him he was goingto lose 3 things.
Which is pretty fucking weird thing to be dreaming about as a
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little kid. When my mom used to work at a
Mattress Firm, she'd bring my brother to work and multiple
times he would run to her cryingsaying he was seeing people walk
through the walls in the bathrooms.
When I was a little baby one night my brother was
sleepwalking repeating the phrase the baby's room is on
fire and when my parents heard them they checked on my room and
saw a cord in the corner sparking and smoking.
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I have so many more scary stories but that's just some of
the creepiest ones I've heard from my mom.
Apparently my brother doesn't remember any of.
This. And I hope you at least enjoyed
reading them. And it'd be super cool to see
this in a video, Eric. And yeah, thank you so much for
sending them in. If you have any more scary
stories, feel free to send them in.
Thanks, Eric. Hello, Snook.
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I'm a relatively new viewer. I've been watching you for a few
months now. I enjoy putting your videos on
while I draw. It's great background noise and
I love hearing other stories. Whether this ends up in a video
or not, I'm grateful just to be able to share my story with
someone. You can call me Cat.
This happened when I was about 13 years old.
We moved out of our old house after a divorce and into a
building built around the 1800s.An old governors building.
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It was set up weird. We're on the 3rd floor, take two
sets of spiral stairs up and immediately on the left was a
door that led into the room I stayed in.
Down the hall was the main door.Anyways, I just moved my room
around and set up my blue night light since I hate the dark.
It was night and I was laying inbed after finishing a game.
I was on my phone for a bit and I looked up to see the
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silhouettes of a man at the end of my bed.
My door never opened, it creakedso I would have known.
I freaked out and hid under my covers pigging out.
It was gone. I remember the image of it so
vividly too. I'm 20 now and I still think
about it. The night light was behind it
and the weird thing was there was no catch light on the man,
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just a pure black shadow. I know it's not long but it
still freaks me out to think about.
It's not the only weird thing that happened there but it was
definitely the weirdest thing I witnessed.
I was in my late teens, 16 or 17and I wanted proof of the realm
beyond living so I decided to play a ouija board for a better
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response. I pricked my finger with a pen
and put blood on the sides of the board and started asking
questions which worked but I said it's probably just me
moving it. So after I was done playing with
it I said goodbye. But for some reason that didn't
work. Maybe because after I burned the
ouija board a couple of days went by and nothing happened.
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Then one night I woke up and couldn't move my body.
I was stuck on my bed. I had sleep paralysis in the
past but this one was different.I saw what looked like it'd be a
person but it was a black mist as a body and had glowing green
eyes so bright and like LED's just light no eyes.
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At first I was scared and shocked then a wave of courage
came upon me and I couldn't movemy mouth so I talked to my head
saying get the F out of my houseyou don't belong here.
Meantime I was still trying to move.
I was trying to pick my head up while yelling at it in my head.
All of a sudden I moved my head a little and then everything
started shaking and I passed out.
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I think somehow that demon knocked me out without even
touching me. I've never had an experience
like that since. I don't know if I scared it off
or if it's waiting for me when I'm weak.
Just knowing those things exist makes you believe in stories
like the one you tell on your channel.
Thanks for reading Snook. First off, I'd like to say that
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I know that Rakes aren't real given they are a creature spawn
from the stories you'd find on Reddit or 4 Chan.
I know all about the Lauren stories from those places, even
prior to this event. However, it's the closest thing
in appearance that I feel confident enough in relating to
what I had seen that night. During the pandemic, I found
myself thrown out of a previous living arrangements and needed
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some place to stay. Now.
I've never had the best relationships with my family,
but figured it'd be worth a shotto give myself a roof over my
head. So I swallowed what little pride
I had and rang them up. After some time, I found myself
living with them in Florida, farfrom home, back in Maryland,
with no job or responsibilities to occupy my time.
I did what any. Adult in their early 20s would
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do play Pokémon Go. The place where my family was
staying at was in a small condo community in Fort Myers, FL.
It was a nice place and had a biking trail directly behind the
units. Which was nice.
Because I love to skate up and down it while playing Pokémon
Go, this became a habit of mine and I really didn't care when I
did this ritual and soon found myself out late hours of the
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night playing to my heart's content.
One particular night, while heading towards the bike trail,
I was walking along the side of the tree line leading up to the
trail. In the midpoint between the
condos and the trail was a street light illuminating the
street on the other side of the tree line.
Sort of like a barrier of trees separating the small grass patch
and the street opposite to it. That is where I saw it.
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Obviously distracted by whateverPokémon I was hurling balls at
in my app, I heard rustling beside me.
I turned to look and see just between the trees digging
through the leafletter, a man, or what I thought was a man,
Though I soon realized he was infact completely naked with no
hair on his body at all, with very pale skin.
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My body, before taking in any more information, send itself
into OverDrive from fear. Never have I ever had such a
physical reaction to anything before my life, and certainly
not out of fear. I sprinted what I deemed safe
haven in that moment as the widest open area with the street
light above which actually wasn't very far from where I'd
seen the creature and in realityprobably wasn't far enough, in
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fact a real threat. I took the long way back home
that night and I never actually saw the bean again as I still
frequented that same spot a couple weeks after the incident.
The hair on the my neck still stands up thinking about it and
honestly I can only hope it was a homeless man or some druggie
because imagine in a world wheresomething like that exists is
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just too much. Thanks for what you do.
Enjoy your summer Snook and thank you so much and I hope you
guys enjoy your summer. Everyone watching this video and
that wraps up some spooky true scary stories.
Let me know what you thought about this video down below.
Did you enjoy the stories was your favorite story?
I really love the first and second one, the serial killer 1
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Richard Romero's girl. I'm glad you got out and the
first one is long and lengthy, but super entertaining.
I loved all the stories in this video.
Thank you everybody who submitted their stories.
I really, really appreciate it. And that wraps up today's video
comment down below. Would you like to see shorter
videos, longer videos, somewherein between like this?
I appreciate you guys watching. Please like the video and
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subscribe to the channel if you haven't already.
It helps so much you don't even know.
And yeah, this was Snook and I'll see you next time.
Bye.
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