Strange Scary Stories

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Episode Transcript

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Hey, what's up guys? And welcome back to another
scary stories video. And today we're getting into
some strange scary stories. And all of these stories are
sent in by you guys, viewers of the Snook Channel.
So thank you all for your emails.
I read through all of them and decided to include these scary
stories in this video. So if your story is in the
video, awesome. And if it's not, don't worry,
might be in a future video. And if you'd like to see your

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story in a future video, someonewho hasn't sent an e-mail,
please send to the e-mail on screen now.
And thank you so much for stopping by.
I appreciate you all. You guys are the best.
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It helps so much. So please, like, please
subscribe and sit back, relax. And without further ado.
Let's get into some strange, scary stories.

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Something sounds exactly like mydog and I don't know what it is.
Hi Snook, I enjoy watching the videos and find them super
interesting. They help me get through
cleaning and studying and I can't wait to see your channel
grow even more. To refuse this story, I want to
say that I am a semi skeptic. I grew up in a family that did
not push religion whatsoever, though we did and still do

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believe in superstition. Things like never having a
mirror facing an entryway and putting brooms and crystals over
doors. I'm now my teens and while I
still believe in those things, Ihave become much more logical.
An important aspect of this is the layout of our property.
We have almost 11 acres, most ofit being pasture.
We have our front pasture, whichhas a pond, and it's a very open

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area. Behind our house is mostly
fenced in and further back thereis unfenced land.
Our property stops at the tree line and there's a trail a few
100 yards back into the woods. The trail is very open, well
established and belongs to the county.
Not many people walk down it from day-to-day.
A few dog walkers and runners here and there, but it's not a
main path. I board my horse at a barn

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around 6 or 7 minutes away on foot.
The driveway intercepts the trail, so I walk back to the
trail and then make my way up the driveway into the barn.
From the barn you can finally hear our animals.
We have goats, chickens, turkeys, and dogs.
This morning I'm riding this. After the night this happened, I
went to the barn before feeding the goats so my horse could have
his feet trimmed. I left at around 8:50, got there

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at 9, and left at 935, meaning it was broad daylight.
As I was walking towards my house by this point I was off
the trail and on my neighbor's property heading to mine.
I heard barking from inside the woods.
It sounded exactly like my dog Omega.
I know the dogs that live aroundus and none of them sound quite
like mine. He's a Belgian sheepdog, meaning

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he is bred for hurting, so he has a loud and strong bark.
I was very confused because Omega respects the fence and has
never gotten out before. I immediately called my mom for
fear that he had escaped and wasattacking some poor Bunny.
While the phone rang, I started walking to the woods to
investigate. It went to voicemail.
I got about 5 feet in before this horrible feeling washed

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over me, like something was terribly wrong.
I felt like I need to get out ofthere now or I was going to die.
I've never felt like that before, maybe in less intensity
but never like this. I always listen to my guts.
So I got the hell out of there. As I was walking towards the
back gate, I saw Omega. He was standing there not

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looking at me, but passed me into the woods.
Usually while he's outside he'llchase the goats, but not now.
He didn't bark, he didn't even move.
As I watched him, there came thebarking again from inside the
woods. I was watching my dog in front
of me, mouth shut and staring, and hearing him bark from behind
me. I won't lie, it freaked me out

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quite a bit. I went inside and immediately
told my mom about the barking and the feeling I got when I
approached it. She listened to Tenley as I
recalled what had just happened.She followed up by sharing her
own story. She and my dad both work from
home. In this particular day, she
swore to me she heard Omega barking outside.

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She asked my dad to go check on them for fear that he was
scaring the goats again. My dad went upstairs from the
basement only to find all four dogs sleeping on the kitchen
floor, including Omega. I went back to the barn later
that day and while I was tackingup my horse, I heard the barking
in the woods again. I don't know what this is.
I want to chalk it up to just another dog that happens to

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sound like mine, or maybe a verytalented mockingbird, but both
logically don't make sense. Why is it Cryptid if that's what
it is? In an agricultural community
where 9 out of 10 people own a gun, I have 0 idea.

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Hi Snook, I have quite a few stories to send in eventually
once I get them written down, but this is 1 I recently
remembered and sat down to type up.
I really like your videos and listen to them any chance I get,
so if my story gets read that'llbe so cool.
When I was 19 I went into a trade school program where I
lived on the campus. I had three roommates in the

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building, but the one I will speak about today will be named
Rose. Rose was a really interesting
roommate to have. She wasn't super invested in the
program like I was so she'd often times sneak off to go
smoke or see the guys on the campus, but I didn't mind.
She was really goofy and a tingeratchet, but it was a charming
type of ratchet lol. I have a lot of good memories

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with her. Above our beds we had these cork
boards that we were allowed to decorate as long as it was
appropriate. The first thing I noticed when I
moved into that room was that her board was absolutely covered
when stuff so I went over to check it out.
There was a charm for Santa Muerte.
I'd heard of her before because I'm from a primarily Hispanic

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area of my state so it's a pretty well known deity, but
most people were just Catholic or Christian.
Some say that it's not good to do work with her, but some do
anyway because she can bring protection.
The only people I ever knew thatpractice with her were people
who were not living their lives right, but that is just my
experience. I didn't really mind that she

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practiced that or anything because to each their own and as
long as she's not doing anythingbad that it's not a big deal.
Anyways, time goes on and we talk about it at some point
because I'm curious as to why people chose the beliefs they
have. She tells me it's a bit more
personal things going on in her life that I won't share, but
eventually she tells me that she's really interested in this

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other girl down the hall from usand wants the girl to move into
our dorm because one of the bedswas vacant.
After the girl that had the bed graduated, I told her it's
probably not a good idea to justget her to move in simply
because she liked her romantically, because what if it
doesn't work out or the girl doesn't like her back then it'll
be awkward, but in typical Rose fashion, she was trying anyway.

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When she wanted something or someone, she was pretty set on
that and there wasn't anything that could change her mind.
I have to tell you how our beds were set up so you can
understand this next part. Think of four beds in a room,
bird's eye view. There's two on the top and two
on the bottom. Rachel stayed on the top left
bed and I stayed on the bottom left bed.

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Then our roommates had the rightbeds next to the outside wall
that three windows. I started having bad nightmares
while I was there, but that's not really new.
I started dreaming that I'd wakeup in the middle of the night
not being able to move and I'd look at the window closets,
roses, end of the room and therewas this woman covered in all
black feathers that would come to our second story window at
night and she would look at me and point a long finger at Rose

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and smile. I was so terrified every time I
saw her which was only a few times but I felt so scared.
When I wake up from my nightmareI'd always open my eyes and be
looking directly at the window that I saw the woman in which
freaked me out even more. The room started to have a
heavier feeling to it if that makes sense, and my roommates

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and I kept getting sick over andover again.
But I chalked it up to having somany nightmares while I was
there and being in a new place where I really have no control
of my environment or my routine and there being thousands of
people probably spreading aroundviruses and germs.
The dream started bothering me so much that I looked it up and
the woman that I kept seeing in my dreams was disturbingly

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similar to La La Chuza, which isa type of owl woman that's like
a scary folklore legend in Mexican culture.
Apparently she takes lost souls or something like that.
Which freaked me the hell out because I didn't want anything
to do with that and clearly something was happening and I
was being noticed if it isn't showing up in my dreams even
though I didn't do anything myself.

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I didn't tell Rose at first because I was trying not to
think about it and I only just learned what it might be because
I looked it up when I saw in thedream.
So I really kept trying to ride it off when I was experiencing
and try not to get all spooked out.
A couple weeks after the dream started I gave in and asked Rose
if she was doing anything spiritually and I mentioned that
I started to feel like somethingwas off in the room just to get

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her to talk before I randomly told her that a scary owl woman
wants her soul according to my dreams and Google ha ha.
She proceeded to tell me she wasmaking an offering to Santa
Muerte to have that girl she liked move into our room and
become close with her and so they could be together and I
immediately had a bad feeling and told her about my dreams.

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She looked really freaked out and scared and I told her she
needed to stop what she was doing because it's wrong and you
can't force someone to love you.While I'm open to people
practicing whatever spiritualityor religion they choose, trying
to force someone to love you is not OK and will never be OK.
I started to feel like that I was watching the craft play out

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in real life. Honestly.
About a week or so goes by in the bed she wanted the girl to
end up in gets taken by a New Girl.
In the bed had been vacant for acouple months at this point, so
if the crush was going to get the bed she would have been by
then. Shortly after that Rose gets
into a fight which she starts a whole lot of other issues with a
lot of her friends as well. This part could be a coincidence

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but the girl she likes started completely ignoring her and
she's super upset about it because she doesn't know why the
girl's being cold to her. She tried to get me to go talk
to the girl to see why she wasn't talking to Rose and when
I did speak with the crush she was fine with me, but the moment
I mentioned Rose she looked disgusted.
That's the best way to describe it.
Utter disgust. I figured maybe there was more

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to the story that I just wasn't getting clued in on and told
Rose to just let it go. She was pretty hurt by it, but I
figured she'd move on to someoneelse anyways, so I didn't think
much about it. The next week while I'm in
class, my other roommate texts me and tells me that Rose got
busted with having weed in her locker, even though she'd had
weed the entire time she'd been there and never once got caught,

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not even through security or smoking it outside.
Then she gets arrested and kicked out of the program.
It could all be a coincidence orthe result of many non spiritual
bad choices, but I truly felt like something was going on in
there because of what she tried to do.
From what I understand, Santa Muerte does not like to be asked
for selfish things if they are wrong.

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It's disrespectful in a way to do that.
And it can bring. Harm upon someone else.
So I always felt like that was areal show of how things work
out. If you try to mess with
something you don't understand. I mentioned the movie The Craft
because one of the girls does witchcraft to make a guy fall in
love with her. And because it's so selfish,
everything starts to go wrong and her life falls apart.

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And I feel like with any spiritual practice, that's what
can happen to you if you have selfish intentions.
I personally don't mess with anyof that stuff because I don't
like the gamble. But if you do, please be smart
and safe about it. I have a few more stories from
my time there about paranormal stuff, but it's not stuff I
experienced personally. A close friend of mine
apparently stayed in a haunted dorm lol.

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But yeah, I hope you all liked reading this.
I'll send in some personal stories at some point though,
even if this doesn't make it into a video.
Thanks for reading Snook. My cat is no longer my cat.
Hey Snook, I'm a new viewer. I found your videos a couple
months ago and I've been hooked since.
I live in the Appalachian Mountains, I live in the heart

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of it all. I've had a few scary encounters,
but nothing like this. I saw that you do submitted
stories, so here's mine. This isn't short, but it's not
as long as your usual stories. I posted this to Reddit as well,
but I'd like to share with you. I hope you enjoy.
There's also a few spelling errors, but during the time of
writing this I began crying again just thinking about it.

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To others it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but to me
it's more. I don't know how to start this
without sounding crazy like I made this up, but just to let
you know this is pretty long andI'm deeply sorry about that.
I don't like to talk about this openly.
I don't really know how to genuinely talk about this
without getting teary eyed or scared.
I haven't told many people, but I live in a small town in the

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Appalachian Mountains. It's this place that no one's
heard of, and that's probably for the best.
I have a cat. Her name is Moon.
She's a rescue. I found her when she was just a
little baby, couldn't have been any older than a week.
When I found her, her eyes weren't even open.
Someone had dumped the poor thing out near the river in the
back of my yard. Out of the litter, she was the

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only one left alive. To bring some clarity, I did end
up burying the little kittens upby an old oak tree.
Anyways, I bottle fed her, basically nursing her to life.
I kept her tucked in my hoodie when I raised her and since the
day I found her, August 9th, 2023, we've been attached to the
hip ever since. Then one day she just left.

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Poof, she was gone. There wasn't a trace of her
anywhere. I thought maybe someone came by
and took her, but that wasn't the case.
Nobody comes down my Rd. becauseit leads to a dead end.
The only people to come down here are UPS workers, FedEx
workers, or postal delivery. I noticed the day she went
missing when she didn't show up for breakfast.

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I thought that maybe she was hiding somewhere or chasing
birds through the woods again. She loves to catch birds and
give them to me. I don't really understand why,
but I called and I called for her.
She wasn't anywhere insight. I walked down to the river, up
the hiking trails, I even put out food for her.
For a while I couldn't sleep. Every night I sat on my porch

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crying, and I know it's considered pussy for a man to
cry over his cap, but in a way she rescued me from a dark
place. I prayed and hoped that she
would just come trotting out of the tree line like nothing
happened, but she never did. Then on the 8th day, she came
back. But something was wrong.

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Bad wrong. Something awful had happened to
my baby and I wasn't there to protect her.
I saw her just before sunrise while I was smoking a cigarette.
She was sitting at the end of the porch.
At first I felt this overwhelming rush of relief that
was so strong I almost broke down crying.
When I began to walk. Towards her, this foul smell hit

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me. It felt like the nose hairs on
the inside of my nose had burnt because of how bad the smell
was. This smell, it was something
that I'd never smelled before. Like someone took rotted meat,
burnt hair, sour milk and eggs and just left it out in the
heat. The smell was something bad to
the point my eyes began watering.

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Her fur was disgusting, it was matted, sticky, like she had
rolled in something that was dead for a long time.
But her eyes, they weren't the same eyes that I once adored so
much. They looked like moons, but it
was something behind them that was just, it was off.
Like there was something else hidden behind her face, like it

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was wearing her like a mask. The way she moved was in an
almost jerk type motion, like she forgot how to walk.
And I said her name. She didn't blink, didn't meow.
Her eyes were just wide, wide like you've seen something
you'll never forget. She just tilted her head really
slowly, but way too far for a cat.
That's when Rocky went absolutely ape shit.

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I forgot to mention my dog. Rocky is a pit mix.
He's my service dog, one of the sweetest dogs you'll ever meet.
Absolutely loves other people, loves cats.
He's just a sweet Angel. But he is protective as hell
when he needs to be. And I mean he never growls
without having a reason. I do remember the night before
we was pacing by the door all night, whining on and off.

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I thought that maybe he was justanxious about Moon being gone.
Those two were also inseparable.But when she showed up, he
absolutely lost it. It wasn't barking, he just began
growling low and deep, hackles raised, and he was shaping his
teeth. It made me scared because I've
never seen him like that before.He broke through his little dog

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door and got right in between meand her.
He refused to move. The moment I tried to step in
between him and her he snapped. Not at me but between me and
her. Like he wasn't allowing me to
touch her or get near her. And then I just.
Froze. I realized in that moment that
she had him blinked once. Not once.
Not since I saw her at the end of the porch and Rocky just

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stood there, staring her down like whatever the fuck was in
front of us was no longer a cat.I made a dumb decision, one that
I regretted this day. I let her in.
I let this thing into my house. Looking back now, that is one of
my biggest regrets, not listening to my dog.
And instead of letting this thing come in, Rocky followed

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close behind her. Not once did he take his eyes
off of her. His tail was stiff, he kept his
head low like he was ready to fight.
Every muscle was in his body wassticking out like they were
tense. He was no longer whining, he was
just in this constant state of growling like a warning you
can't turn off my baby moon or whatever the fuck that thing

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was. Walked in like she owned the
place, which was unusual to me. Same path she always took, but
her body wasn't moving right. I kept noticing and it lit
little flashes. Her back legs were stiff like a
deer that had just been shot. Her joints were bending in the
opposite direction and her paws made too much noise on the

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floor. Cats are supposed to be quiet.
But she sounded heavy. I kept telling myself that she
had just been through hell, thatmaybe something scared her or
she was just hurt really badly, but my gut just wouldn't settle,
and neither would Rocky. She jumped up on my back porch
like she always did, but she missed, and she never missed

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that jump. Cats rarely miss jumps like
that, and I've seen her jump from my porch onto a
Hummingbird. She hit the edge hard, thudded
against it, began scrambling like she didn't know how her own
claws worked, and she just laid there and she fucking twisted in
this weird way, just looking at me like a bobcat does to its
prey. That's when she tried to meow.

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It sounded almost right. Have you ever heard a recording
of someone saying her name in the tones?
All off, and the pitch just dipstoo far towards the end, like AI
trying to copy a voice and fucking it up just enough to
make your stomach twist. It was just like that, a fucking
mimic, like something trying to remember how cats are supposed
to sound but missing something in the middle.

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That broke it for me, but for a moment I froze.
She was staring directly at me like she wanted me.
That's when, and I swear on my brother's grave, she fucking
smiled at me. I began backing up with the
little courage I had left. Not a lot in this word scared
me, but this terrified me. Finally, what felt like forever,

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I got to my hallway. Rocky was still at my heels,
growling like he was ready to fight.
I slowly got to my closet, not taking an eye off of a moon, I
grabbed my 22. It's nothing fancy, just a basic
rifle that I've used for rabbitsthat kept tearing up my garden.
I had no clue what I was planning to do.
I didn't want to hurt the old girl, not if by some chance it

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was still her. But still my skin was fucking
crawling in the air, just felt off.
Thick like static. I turned my head to make sure
the door was still unlocked. When I turned back around, she
was gone. She wasn't in the house, she
wasn't on the porch. She just vanished.

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Rocky went fucking ape shit again.
His nose went right to the door,clawing at it like he was trying
to warn everyone. I stepped out onto my porch, my
22 in hand, Rocky beside me, andI swear the woods went quiet.
Those woods are never quiet, they're always beaming with
forms of life, birds chirping ordeer coming across the tree like

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to drink from the river. But it was just quiet.
Not just night, quiet, dead quiet.
Like every animal decided to hold their breaths at the same
time. Then I saw her, or it whatever
the fuck it was, I still don't know.
She tilted her head again at that same awful angle.

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Then she stood up, stood up and just began walking.
She's walking towards me slowly,upright and meowing, trying to
at least. But it came out wrong again.
This time it was deeper, broken,like somebody trying to copy a
sound they've only heard once. I raised my 22 and aimed it

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right at my baby. I didn't want to shoot her, I
didn't even put my finger on thetrigger.
But Rocky lunged right towards her bargain in a way that I've
never heard before, and whateverit was turned and ran.
Not like a cat does on all fours, but like a toddler
learning his first steps. She disappeared into the trees.
I didn't sleep that night or thefollowing night.

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I kept every light in the house on.
Rocky did not leave my side, noteven to eat.
I don't know what came back to me that morning, but I know it
wasn't my baby. It wasn't Moon, and since then I
haven't seen her. That was almost seven months
ago. Rocky and I still go out, but
not really. Some part of me is still stuck

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in that moment, still remembering her eyes glowing out
there at the edge of the trees. I still hear that broken sound
in the back of my mind I've goneout looking for but Rocky won't
allow me to venture far into thewoods anymore without going
crazy. Wherever my baby is I just pray
and hope she's OK. But whatever I saw that day it

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wasn't her. If someone could help me
understand if it was a skin Walker or what I'd appreciate
it. I just want my baby back.
Thank you for your time. Hi Snook, I love your videos.
I love horror but I'm too scaredto watch horror films, so your

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videos really provide that spooky element I enjoy without
being too scary for me. What I'm about to tell you is
not really that scary though. I'm an atheist and don't really
believe in spirits, ghosts, or other supernatural things, but
this experience did make my question my conviction.
I might have written about this on Reddit before, I can't
honestly remember. I hope that's not a problem.

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This happened back when I was 14years old.
My mother had this ex-boyfriend that she had broken up with
years ago, but they had always remained on friendly terms.
What's important to know about him is that he had a white Volvo
from early 2000. He loved that car and he'd take
any reason to go for a ride, whether it was to drive my mom
somewhere even after the breakupor me to the emergency room

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after I had a fractured my ankleas a kid.
Unfortunately, this ex-boyfriendhad passed away when I was 14.
He had fallen down stairs and broken his neck.
My mother was extremely saddenedby this as she still cared for
him. A few days after I was told of
his passings, I had this extremely vivid dream.
This is where you can probably chalk it up to my overactive

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subconscious, but who knows. In the dream, I got up into the
usual bus near our home that I took to the city center.
The route went through the neighborhood I lived in almost
all my life, driven by the same bus driver that I'd driven the
route ever since my mother and Imoved there.
After two stops, the bus stops to pick up passengers and one of

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the passengers is my mother's ex-boyfriend.
I remember thinking to myself that it was strange that he was
getting onto the bus. He'd always drive his beloved
Volvo. He wouldn't use the bus.
As he paid for his ticket, he walked a stand next to where I
was seated on the bus, looked atme and said tell your mother

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that I'm all right. I promised him that I would, and
he proceeded to get off the bus from the next stop.
When I woke up the next day, I told of my dream to my mother.
She believed that a spirit had truly sent a message from him to
her through my dream. Part of me really wants to think
that it's true, but in the end, what matters is that she had

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faith in what she believed, and her deep sorrow over his passing
eased. I hope your viewers enjoy
hearing of this experience. Hey Snook, I got ghosts.
Not really confession but more of a story.
You can call me Husky, it's whateveryone knows me as.

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It's kind of hard to describe exactly what happened, but I
live in the same room that our grandmother passed away in, and
recently as I was sitting down playing Far Cry and a snack
fruits box was thrown at me. I thought it was my cousin.
So as any normal person would do, I ran into his mom's room
where he was and asked him aboutit.
He was just playing Minecraft inthe other room.
No way he could have ran that fast.

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Anyway, he's a very loud person.Later, only a few minutes after
the first incident, a old picture of me from the 2nd grade
fell off the desk in my room, face first onto the TV on that
same desk. I was already freaked out from
the first incident, but now I just had to leave the room.
I couldn't stand there. A few months later, March 28th

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to be exact, I was laying on thecouch in our living room.
I was going to pull an all nighter and play tear down until
the morning. I ended up getting tired around
3:40 AM. That's when the tapping.
Started. It sounded like the blind
smacking against the window. We have cats so I assumed it was
them. I came up from under my blanket.

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I was watching you at the time. Funnily enough, there were no
cats in the room. Not a single one.
So what the hell is tapping on my window?
Since I'm not a horror movie character, I called one of my
friends and pretended nothing was going on and went to sleep.
I know this was kind of short, but it was really scary for me.

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Hey Snook, I appreciate your work and figured that my story
might be interesting. If you wish to put this in a
video, you can refer to me as Elle.
I grew up in a religious household.
My family heritage is mainly gypsy and fortune tellers.
Whilst I don't believe in this myself, my family are quite big
on it according to my parents. When I was younger I used to

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talk with ghosts. I remember the story well, We're
at my parents friend's house andI kept staring at the stairs,
more so the fire alarm. My parents asked me what I was
looking at and I replied with the smoke alarm doesn't have
batteries. My parents laughed this off as
me being creative, after all I was around 4 and couldn't climb
the stairs myself not get accessat the smoke alarm.

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Later on though their friend rang and said the smoke alarm
and did not did not have batteries.
I don't remember the next part very well, but apparently they
asked me how I knew and I had apparently replied mentioning a
supernatural entity of sorts. Another story, another friend's
daughter kept having nightmares and couldn't be alone in their
room. My parents, being smart, decided
to ask if I could come around. They mentioned how I could talk

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to ghosts. Their friend agreed and so they
brought me over and put me in the room alone.
Apparently I began crying and saying that I couldn't tell them
why. Later on we'll set the house.
I believe I said something alongthe lines of they want to hurt
me or something like that. This is all the stories.
I have of me experiencing the supernatural from when I was

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younger. I know these sound fake most
likely. However I can promise these are
true. If you have any questions slash
want more info feel free to e-mail me back.
Thanks for reading L and thank you so much for sending that in
now and feel free to send in more.
I would really like to hear moreabout your ghost scene

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abilities. Have you had any recently while
you're, you know, a little bit more old since you can kind of,
you know, recollect and rememberthings better as you're older,
obviously. And so that'd be interesting if
you still. Kind of had that superpower or
ability to see supernatural entities.
That'd be interesting. So send in the other stories if
you have them. Thank you and on to the next
one. Hi Snook, I've been watching

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your videos for a few weeks now.I love playing in the background
noise and they really help me sleep at night.
Now. This story happened to me a few
years ago and I've only talked to a handful of people about it.
I'm deciding to share it though because it normally freaks out
the people I talked to about it.I can never get an exact answer
from people as to what could explain this and it still gives

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me the shivers. If you decide to read this, I
hope it isn't too long or too boring.
When I was about 11 or 12 I was in a horrible place.
I had really bad depression and anxiety, I was struggling a lot
in school, I was lonely, my homelife wasn't great and I ended up
needing to live with my grandparents in another state.
For a short period of time because home just wasn't safe

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for me. But that's besides the point.
Pretty much everything was fine with my grandparents.
I tried to enjoy my time with them as best as I could, but
honestly I just stayed cooped upin my room.
Most of the day either sleeping or watching movies.
I think it's important that I mentioned the area around my
grandparents lived in wasn't exactly secluded, but it wasn't
like your typical neighborhood either where houses were right

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next to each other. Each house was sort of separated
by a small amount of woods, a couple trees.
You couldn't really see the nextdoor house, but they were still
walkable. It was a quiet area, there
wasn't much wildlife from what Ican tell, at least none that
could really be used as an explanation for this.
One day I was left home alone while my grandparents did their

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errands, and like I said, I usually just laid in bed doing
nothing. And that's when I heard what
sounded like a scream. Not just like a somewhat casual
type of scream, it was like a blood curdling, fearful man
screaming. Obviously I was alarmed, but
being 11 with little survival instinct.
I got out of bed and started walking around the house trying

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to see where it was coming from.All the doors were closed and
locked, as were the windows. Each room I checked, nothing
changed. It didn't sound like it was
getting closer or farther. I looked out each window trying
to see something, anything that would explain it.
I did loops around the house over and over trying to figure
out what it was and why it wouldn't stop.

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It just kept going. Then it hit me.
My phone was on. In my room still, sure, but it
was on. So I went back upstairs and
grabbed my phone, but there was nothing.
I didn't have any apps open, allof them are closed.
I thought maybe if I forced shutdown my phone it would stop.
Spoiler, it didn't. And at this point I was
desperate, freaked out, and all alone, still convinced it was

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somehow my phone. I shoved it under my pillows.
But guess what? The screaming still wouldn't
stop. Here's what I think is the
weirdest. Part of it all.
At this point I was crying. I was desperate to make this
screaming go away, which in theory seemed pretty difficult
because I wasn't even sure what was causing it or where it was
coming from, and I just couldn'thandle it anymore.

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I'm not sure if I was more annoyed or paranoid when I did
this, but I ended up smacking myself really hard in the head a
couple times just over and over.And guess what?
The screaming. Stopped.
Silence. For the first time in maybe
5:00-ish minutes, which trust me, felt like much longer, it
was quiet. I think what makes this so much
harder to explain is the fact that it hasn't happened again

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since. The rest of the time I was with
my grandparents, it never happened.
The months after didn't happen. In the six years it's been since
that day, not once has it happened again.
Each time I share this story with someone they aren't too
sure what to say and honestly I'm not sure either.
Anyways, I know this isn't the most see gripping fear inducing

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story ever, but it's true and itfreaked me out so again I
thought I'd share. I hope all is well.
If you read this, thank you so much for reading.
Hello, I want to first say that I enjoy your videos.
I've been watching for a while and honestly, watching everyone
give their stories on their supernatural encounters has

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given me the courage to finally tell my tales.
For a long time now, I've been having issues with believing
what I see and experience. A lot of what I'm about to say
in this e-mail has been suppressed or excused because,
honestly, I'm terrified of the idea that we've seen and
continue to see is real. Just a heads up.
This may be a bit long, I just really need to get this off my

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chest. I suppose I should.
Start with the most recent and vivid experience I had in the
last couple of years. A while ago my fiance and I
ended our relationship. It was a massive falling out in
the most prominent decision I'vemade in our long term
relationship. I won't go into details as I'm
afraid that I'll be recognized. So let's just say I was

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neglected for a very long time while I was with them.
I'm loyal to a self damaging degree.
I spent months in depression, suffering from nightmares and
delusions on a constant day-to-day basis.
It is because of this that I'm skeptical of these things.
Ever since I was a child, I would make excuses for the
strange supernatural stuff that happened around me.

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Throughout my time of going through the breakup, I had an
online friend I would lean on. We'd play games and talk for
hours at a time about anything under the sun except to keep my
mind occupied for the time being.
One day he mentioned to me how his house was haunted, how
things have been weird for a long time ever since he made the
mistake to fuck around with a ouija board when he was little

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and didn't end the session properly.
He stated that whatever it was that was attached to him would
leave marks on his body and fuckwith him so badly that his
mental health took a spiral and he almost committed S word
because of it. I'm leaving out a lot of details
for the sake of not laying out all their business and this is
not my sort of tell, but essential.
At the time of him telling me this, he has been dealing with

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it and it continues to freak himout regularly.
Part of the reason why he would spend hours just talking with
me. His own way of keeping himself
distracted from the freaky stuffhappening around him in his dark
room. Usually when someone is telling
me about their ghosts experienceI find myself becoming a little
more comfortable with sharing myown.
However, I always perface my details with uncertainty because

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I just don't want to sound like I'm crazy.
After his confession of experiencing ghost stuff, I
shared my own stories, a lot of which seemed to happen around
the time I was 7 to when I was in college.
After that we kind of went all in on the ghost stuff, watching
scary videos, horror movies, played scary games.
We just kind of bonded over the spooky stuff and I just want to

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state that it wasn't all the time, this was just something we
did when we ran out of things todo.
Fast forward a bit and I remember speaking with him one
day. It was a slow day, not much was
happening. It was early in the morning and
he asked if I wanted to see one of the posters he bought a while
ago from a convention. I told him yes and he flipped
his camera on instead of walkingthrough his room.

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It was pretty dark, but that wasonly because his curtains were
drawn. I told him that and he flipped
on a light. No big deal.
I turned on my camera to share some plushies I had bought from
an anime shop that was located within my city.
Where both fucking nerds. I know.
The conversation went back and forth, didn't really come off as
strange, but as he was showing off the second poster, I was

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admiring the detail. Then I noticed something very
strange. Within the laminated image I saw
a reflection of my face. Which isn't all that weird
because, well, laminated postersare fucking reflective, of
course. But The thing is, it wasn't his
face I saw. I know what my friend looks
like. We'd video chat occasionally or
he'd send me selfies of himself at work, and the face I saw was

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definitely not his. I sat there staring at his face
for what seemed like a few seconds, but I remember hearing
my name being said several timeswith the call.
He was. Is it?
Hello E, can you hear me? I blinked and I apologize,
saying that I just spaced out, that it was nothing at all.
I lied. He called me out on it, saying

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that I clearly saw something because my expression had a look
of horror on it, like my eyes grew wide and I was unmoving for
like 5 minutes. He said I looked terrified and
he thought my camera froze. As I said, it only felt like a
moment, maybe like a few secondseven.
I don't even remember making an expression, in fact I thought I
was pretty neutral. I then confessed to him, told

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him what I saw just now. The face belonged to an old man.
He was pale, his skin all saggy,and his eyes were sunken in
solid black empty eye sockets. He didn't look angry or sad,
just a blank expression on his face as he stared at me through
the camera. My friend told me that sometimes
that stuff happens to people around them or whoever he's

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talking with, so that typically whenever he's on a phone call,
people would ask him if someone else was with them at the moment
because they can hear a man speaking in the background while
he's all alone in his room. He said he'd lie and tell them
that it was just the TV for a while.
Strange things would happen whenI would speak with him just like
you said. I remember once he stepped away

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to make food while we were streaming movies together.
After about 10 minutes I heard his headphones move as he had
picked them up and I asked if hewas good to start the movie
again but there was no response.I asked.
Hello Z. Again, no response.
I waited a bit longer and then Iheard a muffled voice speak.

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I couldn't make it out clearly, it sounded like they were
talking through a pillow or underwater.
I spoke again. ZI can't hear you, your mic is
messed up or something. Then the voice just stopped all
together. After about another 5 minutes or
so, my friend came back and I just never mentioned the
encounter. I simply just suppressed it.
There were times where he turnedon his camera to show off

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whatever nerdy item he bought that day and fucking ghost orbs
would fly around him. He'd make it a point to show me
that it wasn't just dust by walking out of frame and then
walking back on camera just to show off the fucking orbs of
medium sized light coming off ofhis bare arms.
I'm not sure how I was supposed to react to any of this.
I mean, what was I supposed to do at the time?

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I really needed companionship and honestly the spooky creepy
shit wasn't anything I was not used to by then.
Like I said, I've experienced a lot of unexplainable shit and
just write them off, so any of this haunted ghost stuff
happening to him live on camera was just a typical day for me.
I'm not saying I wasn't scared, but I sure as hell wasn't
deterred from speaking with him.As you may have guessed already

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and by now, we started dating. We took things slow and
eventually I went to visit him. The visit was nice.
We sat, watched movies, went on dates, talked, and I met his
family as well. Nice folks.
During my time there I kept quiet about the things I saw, I
just didn't want to bring any attention to it.
I pretended like I didn't see anything and just smiled through

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it all suppressingly horrors andtrying to rationalize it all in
my mind. There was one time where he left
me alone in the room while he was in the bathroom.
I was sitting on the couch watching the YouTube video we
put on. I don't know why I did this but
I turned around, maybe to see ifhe was returning or something.
I don't know but the thing I saw.

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The second I looked back it was humanoid, but the joints were
all bent at odd angles and it had little to no features on it,
just a black shadow form. It was on all fours, low to the
ground like some sort of human spider, and where the head would
be if a person was crouched down, like there was a gaping ma
of a mouth as if it was screaming, but no sound came
out. I didn't move.

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It didn't move. We started each other what for
what seemed like hours. Normally a person would scream
at a sight like this, but I juststared.
I didn't make a sound, I didn't move to leave, I didn't even
react. I'm not saying I'm brave, far
from it. And I scare easily and scream at
horror movies. I'm a huge fucking chicken.
But I just don't know why it is that whenever I'm experiencing

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this stuff I never react to it. I just stare or look away and
pretend I don't see it. Fuck, I didn't even react when
the fucking thing scuttled towards me like some demon
spider and vanished behind the couch I was sitting on.
There was another time where he'd be right next to me
watching the show, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his
head turn to face me. At the time I just thought he

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was stealing glances at me. I didn't pay too much mind to
it, thought it was cute. This happened twice.
The second time was like a horror show.
His face turned to face mine, like fully this time, and not in
some subtle way at all. I'm just watching this out of
the corner of my eye, pretendinglike I'm focused on the show.
Then his fucking mouth opens, just opens up, his jaw extending

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slowly as his eyes roll back into his skull.
I'm fucking stuck there, watching as this happened and
finally decide to turn and face his abomination, only to be
surprised to realize that ZS been watching the TV screen the
whole time. Shoving my fucking soul back
into my body. I smiled and asked.
Hey, are you staring at me? Just playing it off like I

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wasn't just moments away from being eaten by a demon wearing
my then dates face. He said no, all confused and
whatnot and I playfully teased him about him stealing glances
at me. At this point I'm just trying to
convince myself that I'm just seeing shit and I'm not going
crazy, but he's certain that he wasn't.
We kind of went back and forth on this for a bit and I was

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convinced he wasn't just lying about it.
After that, I would make every excuse to leave the house and go
do something for several hours at a time, and when we couldn't,
I pretend I have a headache and I take a nap for a bit to avoid
looking around the room. I kept this up until it was time
for me to return home and never once did I rush the visit.
My attempt to assure him that nothing was actually wrong.

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For a while, that's simply what I did.
I just elected to ignore all thecreepy shit that came with
interacting with AZ, chalked it up to my own delusions and
stress because despite how I felt towards ZI, was still
struggling a lot even when we were dating.
And I mean that in past tense, as the relationship didn't last
long at all and it was mostly myfault with my inability to just

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move on from my ex. I have another story about my
experience, stuff that keeps me up at night when I linger on it
for too long. This was just something recent
and clearer than my youth. Maybe I'll share the story about
my experience with the hat Man. I hope this is an interesting
enough read. I know it wasn't very detailed
or story driven, I'm just reallycautious as to not give away who

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I am. And wow, that was terrifying.
I really wonder if you're X you're yeah, X was a demon.
Because that sounds scary as shit.
That's really creepy. And definitely share some
stories from your youth. The hat man, always interesting
stories with that guy. I mean, more, not just that guy,

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but there's a lot of stories about the hat man.
I'd love to hear your story withhim.
Thank you so much for sharing this.
And this gave me goosebumps. This was scary and totally
detailed. Great story.
Don't doubt yourself. This was a great story.
Have some great writing. Good job.
And thank you so much for sharing creepy stuff.
I'm interested to see what you guys listening think about it

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down below. Comment down what you think
about the story. This creep me out.
What do you think her ex was a demon possibly.
But yeah, that's really interesting, really creepy.
Thank you so much for sending itin and on to the next one.
Hey Snook, first of all I wantedto tell you that I absolutely
love your content. Keep up with the good work.

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Also I'm sorry if my English isn't the great, it isn't my
native language as I am from Germany, so feel free to correct
any spelling or grammar mistakes.
So this happened about five years ago.
I was 13 at the time and I was visiting my friend.
We did that thing where we meet up with our friend group and
then had a sleepover. That sleepover wasn't at her
house. She has a large property

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including some fields, a forest and a small river.
We always slept in a wood cabin on a field near the woods and
the river. It was already dawn when we set
up our stuff for the night, blankets, pillows, snacks,
etcetera originally. We were a group of four.
Me, my friend, let's call her L,my other friend let's call him
B, and his friend who we'll callNate.

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We talked a while, had some fun but eventually my friend B had
to bring his friend and home. I think it's already 10:00 PM at
this point so it was dark. Both of them drove off with
their bikes and my friend and I waited on the small couch and
watch some tik toks. That's until we heard a noise
coming from outside of the cabin.
I thought maybe it was her olderbrother trying to scare us or
something like that because he did stuff like that before.

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So I just let it be. I think it is important to
mention that the wood cabin where we would be staying for
the nights is not so close to her house.
Like a 15 to 20 minute walk and just kind of in the middle of
nowhere. As time goes on, the noises.
Just haven't stopped. It sounded like someone or
something rummaging through stuff like bags or something
like that. My friend told me it was

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probably a mouse and I again letit be.
At this point our friends have been gone for like 20 minutes.
We continued being at our phones, but then the sound
continued. It was louder than before and I
was sure that a mouse couldn't 'cause that lot of a noise.
At this point I was starting to get scared, my friend too, but
we tried to calm ourselves down and told us that it was probably

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a bigger animal, like a cat or something.
Then the noise abruptly stopped.We started to listen and then we
heard it. Humans footsteps coming in the
direction of the entrance of thecabin.
We were scared so we thought about how we're going to get
out. We couldn't leave through the
normal door because someone stood there.
I asked her if the door is locked and that's when she

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fearfully told me that the door didn't even have something to
lock it so the person could comein at any time.
At this point I'm freaking out. We couldn't run away because the
person was at the door and we also couldn't hide because there
were no hiding places. We thought it was maybe our
friend Bee that came back, but he only left 30 minutes ago and
surely wouldn't be back for at least enough 30 minutes because

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his friend lives almost 40 minutes away by bike.
We started to think of somethingwhen my friend got very quiet.
I asked her what's wrong and sheshushed me.
We could hear static, like noises coming from the direction
of the river. It sounded like a walkie-talkie
or a radio, I don't know. Shortly after that we heard male
voices, at least two of them. We couldn't make out what they

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were talking about. We are sure that there wasn't
just one person near. If one person is at the entrance
and we could hear other people'svoices at the river, we were
freaking out. The footsteps at the entrance
didn't stop. It sounded like the person was
walking in small circles. I have no idea.
That's when my friend got up andtold me to help her move the
couch away from the woody walls.As I did so, I could see the

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behind the couch was another door.
We looked at each other and without exchanging any words, we
open the door and bolted the fuck out of there.
We ran without shoes, without jackets, just in her pajamas.
We ran as fast as we could to our house.
We had to run through the woods.That wasn't very pleasant
without shoes. It hurt like hell.
I don't want to look behind me, but eventually I did.

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There were three men just standing there.
After I saw that, I screamed at my friend to run faster, afraid
that the men maybe could catch up.
After 5 minutes of sprinting, wefinally reached her house and
went inside. We called our friend be crying
and told him everything. He said that he's on his way
back and we'll be there in 20 minutes.
We woke her mom up and told her everything.

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She was shocked and wanted to gothere.
We told her for whichever stupidreason that we wanted to come
along. We're too scared to walk so we
all drove there. 3 minutes laterwe arrived at the cabin and
there was a black van parked in front of it that surely wasn't
there before we would have seen it.
When we ran out, my friend's momtalked to them and they turned

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out to be drunk. Like very very drunk.
They couldn't even get out of the complete sentences.
They started to scream at us andgot very aggressive.
After 5 minutes of arguing back and forth between my friend's
mom and the men, they fortunately left.
They drove into the woods drunk.Sure enough, we didn't sleep at
the cabin that night and haven'tever since in fear that the men

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might come back. And all right, guys, that wraps
up some strange scary stories. I hope you enjoyed this video.
I love reading your guys's stories.
They're always amazing. I always love making these
videos. They're super fun and you know,
just fun to include the community in these videos.
I think it's super cool. And hopefully you enjoyed this

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video. If you did, please like,
subscribe, comment what you liked, comment what you didn't
like. That was a little bit of
rambling, but you know, it's allright.
And yeah, so thank you so much for stopping by.
And if you enjoyed this video, I'm sure you'll enjoy another
video on this channel. And just thank you so much for
watching. And if you'd like to see your
story in a future video, look inthe description and you'll find

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the e-mail to send it to. You guys are the best.
Thank you so much for watching. This was Snook and I'll see you
next time. Bye.