Terrifying Scary Stories

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcomeback to another Scary stories
video. These stories are all sent in by
you guys, viewers of the Snook channel.
And today we're going to be getting into some terrifying
scary stories. And you guys have some really
good stories. True or not, they're scary,
they're terrifying and you'll want to stick around and listen
to them all. I appreciate you stopping by.

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It helps so much. And without further ado, let's
get into some terrifying scary stories.

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Hey Snook, I love watching your videos.
As a fellow horror fan, the bestpart of my day is just listening
to your videos on my headphones.Your narration is sick.
And keep up the amazing work that you do.
I'd like to share my own story with you that took place nearly
10 years ago. My encounter with the
skinwalker. I was around 14 when my dad got
transferred to Raniket, a picturesque military town in the

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hills of Yuta, Kharghand, India.It was one of those calm places
where every corner looks like a postcard.
Lush green chilled breeze in thecomforting silence of a secluded
hill station. My dad, being in the army, was
used to hopping from 1 containment to another and we
followed wherever he went. This time it felt like a
blessing. The house we were assigned to

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was a solid 3 BHK on the edge ofthe colony.
It had a beautiful front porch that overlooked the descendant
of hill, filled with neat rows of tall pine trees.
The army colony was quiet, nestled into the hillside and
surrounded on three sides by dense forest.
It wasn't the kind of place thatfelt eerie or off, not at first.

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Rent a cat felt like a permanentvacation spot.
Life felt calm, maybe even perfect.
The first few weeks went by smoothly.
I made new friends in my school.My mother was making the house
pretty and neat, like she alwaysdid.
My dad would go to early in the morning and come late that
evening from work. I'd often sit on the porch
during the golden hour, watchingthe sun disappear behind the

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thick foliage. The trees had enough space
between them for sunlight to seep through, casting long
golden beams over the grass and dirt.
Birds chirped till sundown, and at night the cicadas took over.
Nothing felt wrong until that one night.
My parents have been invited to an overnight function at one of
my dad's senior officers homes. Formal plus informal with

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another army folks and their families.
But I stayed back, hesitant to be around people I was new to.
My parents insisted me to come along, but I stayed back.
The idea of a full night of Maggie movies and being home
alone sounded like bliss. By around 9:30 I was full and
comfortably wrapped in a blanketon the living room sofa,

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watching a movie on my laptop with my headphones on.
At nearly 10 PMI paused the movie.
I remember the exact time, because I checked the clock to
see how much runtime was left. The wind outside had picked up a
bit, rattling the window slightly, but that was usual in
the hills. That's when I heard a knock,
soft, deliberate, from the frontdoor.

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I took off my headphones, heart sinking.
My first thought was maybe my parents returned early, but no,
they had clearly told me they wouldn't be back until morning.
I walked cautiously to the door.No peephole, just a small
curtain on the window beside it.I reached out and gently parted
the curtain. Nobody.

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The porch was empty. A cold draft slipped through the
edges of the door. The air felt thick, like
something unseen was breathing just beyond the walls.
I stepped back, locking the door, and bolted the couch.
Then I turned off the lights andreturned to the sofa in front of
my laptop. At around 10:30 PM, another

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knock. This time it was immediately
followed by a voice. Beta, darswasa Kolo, open the
door, son. It was my mother's voice,
Gentle, calm, familiar. But it echoed strangely, as
though spoken into a tunnel. I froze.

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No car lights, no engine sound, no announcement of arrival.
Beta darwaza Kolo. Open the door, son.
A pause. Then I forgot my keys.
My body tensed. My parents would never return
without calling first. This was something else.

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Plus, the voice didn't sound comforting.
I always felt an ease whenever my mom called me.
This was making my nerves cold. And then it called again, but
this time it was my voice. Please open the door.
I'm scared. Exactly how I sounded.
The stutter, the tone, even the slight nasal quality when I was

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nervous. I didn't know what to do.
My feet refused to move, I couldn't even move.
Please, he repeated. Open the door, please.
Then silence. I waited, held my breath every
minute stretched into eternity. Then footsteps.

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Slow moving around the porch, scraping against the concrete,
then toward the side of the house, the window to the guest
bedroom. I dodged the kitchen and grabbed
the biggest knife I could find, though I knew deep down that it
wouldn't help. Something about the voice, the
mimic cry, felt unnatural. 11 PMA thud against the back wall.

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I came back to my senses, hearing for any movements even
though I was nearly shooting bricks, then scratching.
I crept through the corridor towards my room, heart thudding
so hard I could barely hear anything else.
As I neared my room and looked towards the back window, I saw
it. A silhouette, not entirely

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human, too tall, it's limbs slightly too long, but the head,
the head looked like mine. It was staring right at me
through the glass, it's face nearly pressed against it.
I couldn't see its eyes, just a stretched, grim version of my
own face. The mouth didn't move, but I
heard it. Please let me in.

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I backed away slowly, bumping into the cabinet beside me.
The things had twitched, snappedsideways as if startled.
Then it started laughing. Not loud, not guttural, just a
soft giggle, like a child who found something funny.
Only it sounded like me. The laughter followed me as I

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backed into the hall. The windows all around the house
seemed to echo it. And then it stopped.
Silence again. I didn't sleep.
I stayed hidden under the bed, knife and hand.
It was quiet for around 30 minutes when I started hearing
footsteps again outside. They were not In Sync.
It sounded like it was hopping and moving in circles.

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I finally gathered the courage to go to the living room to get
my laptop and my phone. I unlocked the door that led to
my living room. There was a piece of paper
tucked under the laptop, folded neatly inside, a message written
in crude handwriting. You already let me in.
I don't remember hearing the front door open.

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I don't remember hearing anyone walking in.
I don't remember crawling back into bed.
But I remember waking up to the next morning drenched in sweat.
I could hear my parents knockingon the front door.
I could feel the sunlight on my face and I knew I was OK.
I never told anyone, not a soul.But sometimes when I'm lying in

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bed late at night, I hear a knock in a voice.
My voice softly whispering Beta darwaza Kolo.
Open the door son. I think I have a skinwalker
after me. Now I hate to say I can't

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provide a reasonable explanationfor this, but this all started a
little over a year ago when me and my friend were riding dirt
bikes at night. Now this should be mentioned.
We live next to a huge forest, about 100 miles of woods, and
it's in the middle of nowhere. We have been riding for about 10
minutes when I heard a scream, one that sounded like almost
like a woman. I pulled over, turned the dirt

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bike off and listened. My friend came over confused
asking what I was doing and I said did you not hear the
scream? He replied sounding so confused
but he was right next to me. There was no way I heard it and
he didn't. We waited for about 5 minutes
and then just kept riding. I thought I just imagined it
because why would somebody be out in the woods at night.

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Then after about 20 minutes my friend motioned for me to come
over. He looked pale and asked if I
heard the screams in the woods. I said no and he said he could
have sworn he heard his name being screamed from the woods.
So we decided to just go home and forget about it.
Now Fast forward a few months, it was snowing out and me, my
sister Emma, my sister's two friends Caitlin and Ella, and my

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neighbor Dave were all messing around in the snow.
Someone had the idea to go explore the woods to find a good
spot to make an igloo. We all agreed.
After we've been walking about amile into the woods, we noticed
a pair of footprints that lookedlike someone had been walking
barefoot, but who would be walking barefoot in 25° weather
in the snow? We all stopped and stared at

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them. Me and Dave had completely
forgotten about the screaming inthe woods by this point.
We all just assumed as maybe a homeless person since people
from the town about 20 miles away would sometimes come into
the. Woods to build little forts.
So we kept walking. About 15 minutes.
Later we found a clearing we thought would be perfect for an.
Igloo. We got to work.
After about an hour, the sun's out of the set.

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As we began to head back, it went dead silent.
No birds, no nothing. You could hear our breathing.
Ella joked. You know, if it's quiet, it's a
predator is nearby. We all kind of chuckled until
like on cue, we heard crunching in the trees about 20 feet away.
We all froze. This sounded like someone
walking. It wasn't an animal.

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It was planned steps. I know that sounds weird, but it
sounded like whatever it was wascalculated where it's a step.
Then Dave yelled out. Hello, is somebody there?
The footsteps stopped. That's when we decided to book
at home. We all took off running back to
my house since it was the closest.
We're about 50 yards from my driveway when Caitlin froze.

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She was at the front of our little line running probably the
fastest of us. We all stopped and asked her
what was wrong. Her eyes were so wide I thought
they were going to pop out of her socket.
She just pointed. When we looked, nothing was
there. She said she saw a naked man, at
least 7 feet tall with a deer head running next to us about 30

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feet away. That obviously made us nervous,
especially since Caitlin was notthe type to lie.
We ran the rest of the way home.By the time we got inside, it
was pitch black out. Since we lived on the edge of
the forest, we couldn't see anything outside.
We decided it would be best if we all just stayed the night at
me and my sister's house. Our parents said it was fine, so

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we spent the night watching movies and talking.
Me and Dave went to my room, thegirls stayed in my sister's room
and my parents had gone to sleepby then.
Once we were in my room Dave asked if I could actually
thought there was something in the woods.
I shrugged and said who knows. I also need to mention we have
two dogs. They're huge with very loud
barks but they're sweet. Me and Dave went to sleep but

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about 3 hours later, probably around 2:00 in the morning, the
dog started going crazy. Now this.
Is a normal? Thing they bark and nothing all
the time so I didn't think anything of it.
I shouted for them to come here when they did.
One had her tail between her legs and was whimpering.
That was weird. She never did that.
I shut my door and we fell asleep.

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Nothing else happened for a few months.
Then it was late April, spring break.
Me, Dave, Emma, Caitlin and Ellawere hanging out again.
We're trying to think of something to do and decided to
go camping in the woods like we used to do when we were younger.
We all thought it was a great idea.
We got our stuff and around 3:00PM we started walking to a lake

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about two miles South of my house.
When we got there, we set up tents, swam, and had fun until
it got dark. We made a fire s'mores and told
scary stories. Then Ella brought up the day in
the snow. When Caitlin thought she saw
that creature, I got chills. We'd all forgotten about that,
so I said maybe it's time to go to our tents.

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We split into a boy's tents and a girl's tent.
Later that night, I woke up and had to pee badly.
I got out of the tent, walked out by the lake and did my
business. As I was getting ready to go
back to the tent I saw Dave. I walked over and whispered what
are you doing? He just stood there not moving.
I jokingly shoved him but his skin was so cold, like ice.

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That was extremely odd since it was June and the high that day
was 98°. There was no way he should have
been that cold. I said holy man you're freezing.
He just looked at me with a weird grin.
I told him I was going back to the tent.
When I laid down I looked over and there he was, Dave sound
asleep. This couldn't be possible, he

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was just outside. I had walked back first, no way
he could have beat me. I woke him up and asked were you
just down by the lake? He replied.
What are you? Talking about why did you want
me to go on a walk with you at this time of night?
I was shocked. I was, I was just peeing by the
lake. I never asked you to go on a
walk. He explained that he woke up to

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me shaking him asking to go for a walk through the woods.
At this point we were both terrified and decided to wait
until morning to tell the girls we were too scared to leave the
tent in the morning. We told them we thought they'd
laugh at us until Emma said thatlast night they heard scratching
on a tree nearby and the growling.
We walked over to the trees to take a look.

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What we saw stopped us. There were scratch marks on the
trunk about 7 feet high. We all knew no bear, no dog, no
animal could have done that. We quickly packed up and went
home. Last night I started to hear
tapping on my window and what sounded like Dave calling me to

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come here. Hello Snook, long time fan here.
I've been listening for a long time now.
You really helped me through my work shifts.
This is a true story of when me and a couple friends decided to
play hide and seek in the woods late at night.
Who knows why we were so young and stupid.
I've changed their names, and I'll just like to add that I'm

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still friends with two out of three of these guys, and years
later, we all still talk about it and remember this story.
It was one of those muggy summernights where everything feels
off too. Still, too quiet, like the world
is waiting for something. Me, Liam, Alfie and Charlie.
Were out at the. Field, nor far from Liam's

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house, the one that runs right up to the woods.
The woods start where the grass stops, but they don't ease in.
There's no soft transition. The edge is a solid wall.
Trees, thorns, brambles, all knotted together into a dense
barrier like nature's own fence.Impenetrable except for one
opening, one big gap in the wallwhere the branches curve in and

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over, forming a dark tunnel thatleads into the forest.
That entrance always looked unnatural and like something had
ripped it open like a mouth. We've been playing hide and seek
in pairs for a while now, takingturns to count and hide.
It was darker than it should have been, like the tree
swallowed more than just the light once you step out of the

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path that you could barely see your hand in front of your face
without a torch. Each time it was your turn to
hide, you and your partner wouldsneak just far enough into the
woods to find a spot off the trail, kill your torch and sit
there in the pitch black, no sound but your own breath and
the leaves shifting above you. Just crouched there, frozen,

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hoping the others wouldn't find you.
The last time I hid, I had this feeling.
Not something I could explain, just that slow, creeping dread
that crawls up your neck like someone was watching.
Not from the path, not from behind, but from the woods
themselves. The deeper part, the part we

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never went into. I almost turned my light back
on, almost said something to Liam, but I didn't.
I didn't want to see him like a pussy.
So I sat there frozen, heart beating too loud in my ears,
waiting. Eventually, the other pair gave
up, like we all did when it got too hard or too creepy, and
shouted out to call us back. We met up.

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At the entrance, then Alfie and Charlie went to hide.
Me and Liam gave them a minute, then went looking.
We followed the path, calling out, laughing at first, thinking
we'd find them crouched behind atree or tucked into the bushes
nearby. But we didn't.
We kept walking deeper. The trees thickened, the shadows
swallowed the light faster than they should.

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It got quiet. No bugs, no birds, no footsteps
but ours. Eventually we stopped looking
and headed back towards the entrance.
We stood just outside the wall of tree, staring into the
opening, getting ready to shout to them.
We give up when we suddenly heard voices.
They weren't whispers, they wereshouting.
Alfie and Charlie, guys, we giveup hiding.

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Alfie says he's scared. Shouts Charlie mockingly.
Then there was a pause. Hello, we can see you.
Are you hiding? Come out.
Their voices were coming from inside the woods, But we were
outside. There can't have been anyone
else in there. It was way too late.
That's when I shouted. Oy, we're here.

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A second later they came sprinting out of the woods, out
of breath and pale shock. There was a man, Alfie said,
catching his breath in the treesoff the path, just crouching,
knees to his chest, watching us.He didn't say anything, Charlie
added, didn't move, just stared.He thought it was you guys
messing with us. They pointed to the right of the

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entrance. I didn't believe them, thought
they were winding us up. So me and Liam walked forward
just a few steps and started grabbing sticks and rocks.
We aimed straight for the spot they pointed at the right side
of the entrance, where the brushwas thickest and the trees
tangled like their claws. There was no trail over there,
just undergrowth, shadows in black gaps between the trunks.

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We threw a rock. Crack, silence, another stick,
snap. Still nothing.
We kept throwing. Each time we paused, listened.
We would shout into the woods aswell.
Things like come out now or say something.
Not a single sound came back. No shift, no crunch of movement,

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not even a bird startled by the noise.
It was dead silent. We threw one more rock, heavier
this time. It thudded somewhere deeper in.
Then, from the left side of the entrance, opposite from where
the man had been seen, Ding a text notification.
All of us spun. It wasn't distant, it was close,
just inside the trees, where theshadows started to thicken,

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where the light stops reaching. We looked at each other.
No one moved. Then we all pulled out our
phones. No notifications, no sounds, all
silent. But we all heard it, which meant
someone else was in the woods and that we weren't alone.
There was one man on the right, and someone else silent,

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watching from the left. We didn't speak, we just ran.
One more thing my friend told mesometime later.
He looked human, but something was off.
His arms were too long, like they hung lower than they should
have, and the way he crouched, knees up, tucked into his chest.
It didn't look natural. His skin was pale, almost Gray,

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and his face was too smooth, like it didn't know how to show
emotion. But his eyes, they were the
worst part. Just saw it.
Black, no whites, no reflection.He didn't blink.
They didn't. Speak.
He just stared like he knew we'dfind him eventually.

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But take this with a grain of salt as it was dark and this man
was only illuminated by an iPhone torch and from a distance
away. But it does give me the chills
to think how long we were playing before we noticed a
strange man. Thanks for listening.
Hi, I just wanted to say I really love your channel.
The way you tell stories has honestly helped me so much at

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work. It keeps me focused, it makes
the day go by easier. Anyway, I figured I'd share a
story of my own. Just a quick heads up though,
most of this is from my mom since I was too little to
remember much myself. Also, I don't really believe in
ghosts, but I do believe demons exist and I believe they like to
mess with people. So this all happened when I was

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really young and my parents werelooking to buy a new house.
There was this one house that mymom walked into and immediately
got a bad feeling. She said the whole place gave
her this nervous heavy vibe right from the start.
It was decorated in this dark, modern style, but what really
stood out was all these African masks hanging on the walls.
There were a lot of them. As they walked through the

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house. My mom said she kept feeling
like she was being watched, not just once or twice, but
constantly. She also told me she kept
catching glimpses of something moving through doorways, like
someone ducking out of sight. It freaked her out.
At one point, my dad and I went downstairs to the basement.
There was a door down there thatled out into the garden, so we
stepped outside for a bit. That left my mom alone on the

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main floor. She walked over to the windows
to try and see us in the garden,but then she felt something hit
her hard in the back. She turned around fast and saw
one of those African masks lyingon the floor beside her.
There was no one else inside. The only other person there was
a realtor and he was outside in the garden with my dad and me.
My mom said she had never felt fear like that before.

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My dad later told me he had never seen her so shaken.
They didn't even finish the showing, they just left.
A couple of years later we heardabout something terrible that
happened in that same house. A 16 year old kid murdered his
siblings and what they said was a drug induced psychotic
episode. Apparently he'd been using
something that completely messedup his head.

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I don't know if what happened tomy mom is connected, but she
still gets scared whenever she talks about it.
And honestly the whole thing gives me chills too.
Regards. Hi Snook, this is my story.
To begin, I would like to say that my family has a history of
being sensitive. It skips generations, moves

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around and doesn't hit every person.
However, I was given the gift ofbeing sensitive.
I've always seen people, animals, energies, etcetera that
others can't. Of course I always end up with
friends who are also sensitive and have stories of things that
we see being the same. I remember a specific incident
when I was younger. To keep it brief, something very

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sad happened in my family, and for weeks I saw a huge tall
figure following me around. I associated the figure with
black feathers and a top hat, though I never actually saw
either. Because of my abilities, my mom
would often have new apartments and houses saged and cleansed by
my aunt, who is also sensitive. My mom would refuse to go house

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hunting without me because she refused to move into a house
that I could sense a presence in, good or bad.
Now on to my actual story. A year or two after my dad and
stepmom began dating, they decided to move us all in
together. They found a beautiful house
that at the time had to be just under 100 years old.
For reference, it was close to being considered historic in

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Golden, Co. I hadn't gotten the chance to
see the house until the day we were moving in, and as soon as I
stepped into the house I knew something wasn't right.
It wasn't full on dread like I get in places like abandoned
areas or cemeteries that haven'tbeen well taken care of, but
enough to notice that something was off.
The house was beautiful and fully furnished, so I chalked it

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up to new house jitters. My sisters and I shared the
attic as a bedroom with my parents on the main floor and my
brother in the basement. Again, the attic was fully
furnished and so was the basement.
There was a wall that went almost halfway across the attic,
partially separated in between the two.
My sisters were behind the partition while my bed sat
against it. The first night there was

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normal. In fact, my first memories of
anything scary or paranormal happening were long after we
moved in. I would get this reoccurring
sleep paralysis, didn't know what it was at the time, where a
woman would be standing just beyond the partition on my side
watching my sisters. Oddly enough, she didn't scare
me. I can still picture her now old,
well groomed and a nightgown with her hair and a slightly

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messy bun. Not exactly something that you
would consider horrifying. In fact, it was when I started
getting sleep paralysis and she was now to be seen that I was
scared. On those nights I would see
someone at the top of the attic stairs, I would just see their
head peeking above. The hair of this entity was the
complete opposite of the old woman's.

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It was, from what I could see, dirty.
There were missing patches and it would seemingly float around
as if it was underwater. For some reason the hair on this
entity terrified me. Only one time I was able to see
his face for some reason. This time it stood next to the
top of the attic stairs. Its lower jaw was missing and it

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cowered in the corner. I could see the bones protruding
out underneath the skin and all I could hear was this sickening
clicking, as if its bones would click as it moved.
After so many nights spent beingcompletely unable to sleep, I
was only about 10 or 11, Waking up randomly and immediately
vomiting, finding spiders in andaround my bed constantly, fly

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infestations that seemingly onlyaffected my half of the room,
and finding scratches on the underside of my bed.
I was left with only one option,move into the spare bedroom in
the basement with my brother. Around this time my siblings and
I discovered the inside of the shed outside.
At first, what we saw was normal.
A lawn mower, gardening tools, old furniture, and eerily, a lot

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of flies, dead and alive. At the back of the shed, though,
that's something that gives me chills.
A mannequin. It had a large roundhead with a
large smile drawn on it. It wore a child's net gown, not
vintage or decrepit, but one with Disney princesses on it.
It was tattered, sure, but nothing you wouldn't expect from

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sitting in an old, leaky shed for a long time.
Still, it scared me and my siblings enough to never go back
in there. I thought moving to the basement
would fix my issues. Unsurprisingly, it didn't.
I was waking up more and more often to my bedroom door being
forcefully shut, my closet door being flung open, and loud
whispering that would echo when I woke up.

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I remember taking a shower in the basement and getting out to
find all the drawers have been flung open with such force.
Mind you, that one had cracked from the force.
The flight infestation also followed me downstairs.
There's one incident that I remember that gives me chills
even thinking about it. For reference, my bedroom had
two closets, both on the same wall, but my bed was pressed up

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against one as it was rarely used.
This one night I was having nightmares more than usual and I
was unable to wake from them. I woke up in a cold sweat to
find the closet at the end of mybed pulled open with such a
force that I left scratches and dents at the end of my bed
frame. Nothing quite like that has ever
happened again, but the other eerie thing still happened.

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Needless to say, I was more thanhappy to leave that.
House I was too. Scared to say anything then, but
not anymore. Also, as we were literally
moving the last boxes to our newhouse, I swore I could see the
old woman in the attic window. I still wonder what her
significance of the old house was years later.
My boyfriend and I were in the neighborhood and we decided to

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drive past it. As soon as you pulled him in
front of the house, he speed outof the neighborhood.
He told me he felt dizzy and uneasy and that he never wanted
to go around there again. Another thing I consider to be
weird is when I bring up these experiences to my dad or
brother, the conversation I've met with awkward laughs and is
almost immediately shut down. I wonder if they experience
anything but are too scared to say anything.

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I'm not sure. Anyway, thank you for reading
and if you decide to, for sharing.
I wish you luck in all your future endeavors and I'm so
excited for more episodes. Thanks Bug.
Hey Snook, been a long time follower of your channel and
love your content. This happened to me when I was

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17. I'd like to stay anonymous, I
like to keep what happened out of my mind.
However, in recent days I've been having some trouble
sleeping because of nightmares. I apologize if this story is a
bit long and if English is my main language.
Without further ado, here it is.In the summer of 2021, I stayed
for five weeks at my uncle's ranch in rural Mexico.

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I'm from Mexico City and the ranch is different.
Isolated, dry and surrounded by hills.
Almost no phone signal, barely any electricity at night, and
nothing but old stories to keep your brain busy once the sun
goes down. I don't want to go alone, so I
brought my best friend at the time, Martin.
He was skeptical of anything supernatural, which in hindsight

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helped me keep me grounded for awhile.
The first few nights were normal, hot, quiet, and we
played cards or old board games.But one night, after watching a
movie, we heard something. A branch snapping in the
distance from the direction of the trees that line the edge of
the property. Then another and another, like

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someone walking or circling. We stood up and stared into the
darkness, but there was nothing there, not that we could see.
We laughed it off, said it was probably a cow or a coyote, but
we couldn't take the feeling that something had watched us.
The nights got stranger after that.
Martin and I would wake up at the exact same time around 3:12

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AM every night to noises outsidethe window, breathing,
scratching, pacing. At. 1st we thought we were just
being paranoid, but one morning we found deep claw marks on the
wood outside. Too high to be a dog, too wide
to be a cat. My uncle shrugged it off and
said just coyotes. Everyone else ignored it

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completely. But the workers at the ranch,
they wouldn't look us in the eyewhen we asked.
One of them, Don Choi said just 6 words and walked away.
Mejor no Beatrice con ESA's cosas.
Best not to mess with those things.
Then came the animal. We woke up to the smell, a
horrible metallic rotting stench, and found the carcass of

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what looked like a deer, but not.
It's limbs were twisted unnaturally, like they've been
pulled apart and reset. It's eyes were gone and it's
furs have been stripped in patches.
No blood, just exposed skin and bone.
Someone had placed it right by the front door.
Again. Everyone brush it off.
Coyotes, vultures. That's just the country, my aunt

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said. That night I had the first
dream. I was standing on the hill
behind the house. The sky was dark, but everything
was. Lit like dusk.
At the top of the hill there wassomething tall, human shaped but
wrong. It's arms are too long, it's
head tilted like it didn't understand how to move.
I couldn't run or speak. I just stood there while it
watched me. I woke up gasping.

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Martin had had the same dream. After that, things escalated.
We started hearing whispers at night.
A cold wind would sweep through the house even when all the
windows were shut. One night Martin woke me up
whispering don't move. I thought he was joking, but
then I saw his face. He was staring at the window,
pale and shaking. When I looked, I saw it too.

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There was a. Silhouette by the trees just at
the edge of the ranch. Human shaped, not moving, just
watching the house. We turned on every light, locked
everything. It didn't sleep until the sun
came up. We tried to talk about the
Najedes. In Mexican folklore, they're
people, often shamans or witches, who can shape shift

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into animals. But the modern understanding is
darker. Some say they aren't fully human
anymore as they leave their human skin behind and walk the
land in burrowed bodies, causingillness, fear and madness.
Some even believe they can enteryour dreams and feed off your
fear or possess your body if you're weak enough.
I'd heard of skinwalkers from Native American stories too.

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Similar idea, shape shifting witches but more rooted in
Navajo culture. The scary part is how alike the
descriptions are. Tall, silent, staring, hating to
be seen, always watching. Eventually one of the workers
called Isaiah's told us his grandmother might be able to
help. She was an abuela de lingo, a

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speaker of an indigenous dialect.
She didn't call it a nahuela. She didn't call it anything at
all, just said we had it drawn attention to something.
That night she came to the ranch.
It wasn't like a movie. No chance, no fire, just
silence. She walked the perimeter
barefoot, whispering in a dialect I couldn't understand.

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She placed bundles of herbs and stones at each corner of the
house. She told us to not look out the
window no matter what we heard, not to open the door, not even
to speak. That night was the worst of all.
Around midnight, the air got thick.
Still no bugs, no wind, no sound.

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Then came the scratching from every wall.
Not frantic, slow, purposeful. Like it wanted us to know it was
there. Martin and I sat in silence,
clutching those little bundles the woman gave us.
Then came the knocking. Not at the front door, but at
the windows. All of them.

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Knock, knock, knock. Like it was testing us.
I swear I heard my name whispered, but when I looked at
Martin, his face said he heard it too.
It lasted as well, just before dawn, then everything stopped.
The next morning, the bundles were gone like they had never
been there. No scratches in the walls, no

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tracks, nothing. Just dust and quiet.
We never talked about it again, not with the family, not even
with each other. After that, the friendship
eventually came apart, but abouta week ago, back in the city, I
started having dreams again. The same hill, the same figure,

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closer this time. I don't know if it wasn't a
Huawei, A skinwalker, or just something old and nameless that
I stumbled into without meaning to.
All I know is that it hasn't fully let go and some nights I
still wake up at 3:12. Hey Snook, before we get into

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the story, I love your channel and hope you can keep posting
for years. I love listening to your channel
and just really interesting. Please enjoy.
Oh and there is some cousin. Feel free to not say them.
You ever done something so dumb you know you're going to die
before you even finish doing it?That was me alone in a janky ass
cabin in the middle of bum fuck Arizona.
Smack in the territory where even the coyotes refuse to go

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howl. I'm a wildlife biologist, or at
least I was before this crap happened back in 98.
I got sent out to monitor mountain lions near this dried
up Navajo reservation. Nobody told me it was hot as
hell. Just stay in the Ranger cabin,
it's free. Yeah, freely cursed monkey's
paw. So I pull up to this busted,

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creaky one room cabin. The door looks like it's been
clawed by Freddy Krueger after abad acid trip.
But I'm trying to be tough, right?
You've survived worse, I'd say to myself while swatting flies
that I swear hissed at me. I unpack my gear, set up a trail
Cam, and settle in with a can ofchili and some beef jerky that
could snap teeth. No cell service, obviously.

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No radio either. Just me, my flashlight, and the
kind of silence that makes your ears ring.
And around 2 AMI hear footsteps.Not like raccoon pair patter,
no, this was 2 feet heavy, slow and crunching gravel outside.
I peek through the curtain. Nobody, not a soul.
Until I realized the footsteps are still walking, but in place

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right outside my window. I wake up with my boots on,
don't ever remember falling asleep.
First thing I see. Footprints.
Freaking bare human footprints. Not around the cabin, Nope.
On the goddamn roof, Nope, squared.
I checked my trail Cam, things been ripped clean off the tree.
Not broken, not torn, just gone like it was never there.

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And that tree, There's claw marks going 15 feet up.
Cool, so I'm going to die here? I mutter, because sarcasm is how
I cope with supernatural horror.That night I don't sleep, I
drink 2 energy drinks, keep my flashlight on one hand and my
knife in the other, even though I know a damn steak knife ain't
going to do shit against whatever leaves hoof prints and
handprints at the same time. And right around 3:13 AM,

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specific as hell because I checked, I hear it.
A voice. My voice outside going hey come
help me I'm hurt. And here's the thing, it sounded
exactly like me, but wrong. Like it was glitched, like
someone copied my voice and hit control V1 too many times.
I ain't proud of this, but I pissed myself a little.

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Just a little. Enough to regret only bringing
one pair of jeans. I try to leave.
Truck's dead, No lights, no engine, batteries drained like
something sucked it dry. So I do.
What an idiot and a Horror Storydoes.
I go back inside and wait for morning.
Spoiler. There's no morning here.
The sun rises, yeah, but the cold doesn't leave.

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It's like time. Forgot this place.
Then I see it just standing there beyond the tree line,
tall, lanky, like a dude who skipped leg day for 50 years but
did neck stretches religiously, it's arms way too long, it's
head, no face, just smooth skin,stretched bone.
And when it turned, if you can call that twitchy jerky movement
turning, it let out this croaky wheezing laugh like it was

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trying to remember how to laugh.I screamed something like Nope
Nope Nope, fuck this and slammedthe door so hard the hinges
cried. The thing didn't run.
It didn't growl, it just whispered, Let me in, Jesse, you
already did. At this point, I snapped.
I threw my sleeping bag in the fire pit, grabbed every match I
had, and torched that cabin likeit owed me rent.

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I didn't care if I had like 40 miles barefoot.
I was done. And as I walked away, blitzer
feet and all, I looked back one last time and that faceless
bastard, he was waving with my hand.
I got out. I survived, but I left something
there. Sometimes when I sleep I dream
I'm back in that cabin and sometimes I wake up with dirt on

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my boots. And last week my girlfriend said
she heard me whispering in the kitchen at 3:00 AM but I was
dead asleep. Hey Snook, this is my one true
scary story. I hope you enjoy it and put it
into YouTube video. I always listen to your stuff
when I play video games. Keep doing what you're doing
man. I had a friend named Owen who

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lived almost in the middle of nowhere.
Even though we went to differentschools, we stayed close.
One night my other friend and nun and I decided to have a
sleepover at Owen's place. Sounds fun right?
Well, there's one thing about Owen's house that always creeped
me the hell out. It sat right on the edge of a
dense ass forest, so thick that even in daylight you could

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barely see through it. And to make it worst, his St.
had no St. lights. As I stepped out of the car I
remember thinking, Jesus, it's fucking dark.
Owen greeted me at the door, helping me carry the blankets
and pillows I brought. The night started off great.
We grilled burgers, played videogames, and chilled in the hot
tub. Like all sleepovers, we stayed
up late, decided to crash out around 1:30 or 2:00 AM.

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We curled up in our blankets andput on a scary movie.
I don't remember which one, but it was enough to fuck with my
nerves. When the movie ended, we turn
off the TV and try to fall asleep.
I've always had trouble sleepingat other people's houses, but
whatever. Eventually I passed out.
At some point in the night, I woke up.
Ahen and Owen were sitting on Owen's bed, staring at the huge

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window that faced the woods. The fuck are you guys doing?
Him mumbled. Still have a sleep.
Owen turned to me, his face pale.
We saw something, He whispered, and we heard it.
Against my better judgement, I got up and looked out the
window. Right then, Owen's dog started
going nuts. But this wasn't a normal bark.
It wasn't the I need to pee barkor the there's a Bunny outside

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growl. This was different.
Deep, angry and desperate. The kind of bark that says
there's something out there and I will fucking kill it before it
gets you. And that's when I noticed
something else. The woods were silent.
Dead silent. Normally you could hear bugs,
owls, the rustling of trees in the wind.

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But now nothing, except for Owen's dog, growling like he was
ready to fight for his goddamn life.
And then we saw it. It stood just beyond the tree
line, barely visible in the dim moonlight.
It was fucking huge, at least 7 feet tall, but hunched on all
fours. It's skin was pale, almost
white, stretched tight over it'sthin, unnatural frame.

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It had massive, solid black eyesand a wide lipless mouth.
It looked like some little kid tried to draw a monster but
didn't know what the fuck they were doing.
The thing stared at us, and thenas I locked eyes with it, it
opened its mouth and let out themost ear piercing, gut wrenching
scream I had ever heard. We ran.
We dove onto our beds, yanked the blankets of our heads, and
just fucking laid there, too scared to move.

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None of us slept, and we just stared at the ceiling, shaking,
waiting for the sun to rise. And here's the weirdest part.
Owen and Ahan don't remember. Shit.
Even Owen's parents, who were home that night, swore up and
down that they hadn't heard a damn thing.
But I know what I saw. I know what I heard and I'll
never fucking forget it. Hi Snook, I've only recently

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started watching your videos binging recently, but they've
made me want to share a couple of my own stories.
I don't know that I'm a believerin the paranormal, but I do know
that is one of my biggest curiosities.
I love hearing about other people's encounters.
All my adult life I've had experiences that I can't
explain. To see other people sharing some
of their stories is comforting as I often feel alone.

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Anyways, on to my first story. I was about 20 at the time.
We had only recently moved. I shared a basement apartment
with my boyfriend while the restof my family lived upstairs.
On this particular day, it was only me, my two young cats, and
my dog. My cats were probably around a
year old and fearless. Nothing scared them.
I was watching a group of peopleghost hunt on YouTube.

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This group in particular was nothaving much luck.
They tried everything and we're now trying to use cat balls.
The kind that had a light insidethat flashes when moved.
The kind my cats had. This group of guys was begging
for anything to happen and finally it did.
Only it wasn't in their video. The cat ball I owned was
currently down the hall from me,still in line, sight from my

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spot on the couch. The ball started flashing.
My cats both woke up from their spots beside me and their fur
raised. The air wasn't on, there weren't
any windows open, but it was flashing.
It then started moving. It was slow but there was
definitely movement and it was coming towards us.
Being totally rational and levelheaded, I screamed and ran
upstairs. Every one of my pets followed.

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We stayed up there until my boyfriend came home.
Hours had passed. It was starting to get it dark
outside, meaning the basement would have been pitch black by
now. He got me back down the stairs
and the hallway light was on. This wouldn't have been my doing
because I sat in the dark to watch TV and the switch was at
the other end of the hall where the cat ball was.
When I left, the cat ball was nolonger in the hallway, it was by

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the stairs, meaning the ball hadto have rolled all the way down
the hall and around the corner. Nothing else happened after my
boyfriend arrived, but I was still pretty shaken as were the
cats as they wouldn't leave my side.
The cat ball was one of their favorite toys and they refused
to play with it after I threw itaway after about a month of them
not playing with it as it also brought me some discomfort.

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To this day I don't watch ghost videos if I'm home alone in case
something like that ever happensagain.
My next experience happened about 3 years ago.
I was about 20-3 at the time andmy boyfriend and I were moving
out of his parents house. We found a small 2 bedroom
apartment with my best friend who were also dating so it
worked for us. It took us two days to get
everything moved in as the building didn't have an elevator

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and we're on the top floor. The pets were still on my
boyfriend's place as it wasn't yet safe for them with all the
boxes precariously placed. The four of us were sitting on
the floor of the living room with a pizza in front of us.
We finally had everything in theapartment and would be going to
unpack it in the next few days. It is around 5:00 PM and
everyone who had helped us had left a few hours prior.

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Suddenly, a door down our hallway opens and shuts.
All four of us heard it. Our heads all whip around to see
where the sound came from. My boyfriend went to go check
it. Thank goodness he's braver than
me. He disappeared down the hall for
about two minutes before declaring that the coast was
clear and nothing seemed any different.
We sat down for the next 15 minutes before hearing it again.

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This time, one of my best friends went to check.
Again, nothing. We all slept in the living room
that night. Over the next few days we got
unpacked and I brought the pets over.
About a month or so it passed since we moved in and nothing
else had happened until one night my best friends and I were
home. I was watching dishes and she
was watching TV and guess what she was watching a ghost video.

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My cats were in the room sleeping on my bed and the door
was open. We hear a slam, not a gentle
open and close of the door, no, it shook the walls.
My cats came running for their lives out of the bedroom and hid
out of the couch. I went to go check thinking they
knocked something over and everything was fine.
Nothing was moved, the doors were open.

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I was in my bedroom and my best friend was coming down the hall.
I turned to look at her and overher shoulder there was a dark
silhouette. It was huge, I would estimate
about 8 feet tall and thin. It appeared to be a man.
I couldn't distinguish any features other than that, and
strangely I wasn't afraid of them.
When I told my best friend what I had seen and she thought I'd
lost it. A few more weeks had passed and

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because of our work schedules, Iwas alone with my best friend
again. We're both on the couch,
enjoying her days off. I looked up and at the end of
the door of the hallway. There he was, the shadow I'd
seen before. I quickly got her attention and
she looked to where I was looking.
We both looked at him for about 5 minutes before he faded away.
There are no stories of any deaths that occurred here, at
least not that we could find. We look for months.

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It sounds crazy, but we named Nathaniel.
We didn't just pick any random name, this was the name both of
us blurted out when talking about it.
It felt right. We only referred to him as such
from then on. I'd seen Nathaniel pretty often
for the next year and a half. My best friend only saw him once
in the next few months. One of my cats developed heart
disease, and unfortunately, evenwith all the medications we had

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available to us, we couldn't save him.
He passed away about nine monthsago now.
I haven't seen Nathaniel since then.
No doors slamming, no shadows, nothing.
I like to think that my fearlesslittle Kitty is protecting me,
or that maybe Nathaniel was hereto take him into the afterlife.
I don't know. I don't think I'll ever know.

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Thank you for taking the time toread through my experiences,
Chantelle. Hey Snook, first of all thank
you for your videos. I really enjoy them.
I listen to them while working, they help me concentrate on my
work. I've been wanting to share the
story for quite some time when Iwas really happy when he started
accepting subscriber. Stories.
Keep up with the good work. Also, please excuse my English,

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I'm French. You can call me Clara.
I attached some pictures to helpcomprehend my story and some
evidence also. This took place in September
2022. At the time, I was living at my
father's house in Mont Pierre, South of France, in a kind of
sketchy neighborhood, but still OK.
It was around 5:00 in the evening, my father was leaving
to go to his rugby practice, andmy boyfriend was with me in the

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house. Just as my father was leaving,
the door rang. I got curious as to who it was
as we are not waiting for anybody.
It was a couple with suitcases in a map.
I managed to hear that they wereasking for booking apartment in
the residence, but as I knew everyone in the building, it
seemed weird to me that one of them had listed their apartment
on the Internet as open for rental without informing me or

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my dad. My father sent them away telling
them they must have had the wrong address.
As I was eavesdropping, I did make eye contact with the lady
but that was it. 30 or so minutes later, I heard the
building's door opening and someone knocking on my door.
I was kind of suspicious as to whom it might be and decided to
not open the door. I really regretted not having a

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peephole. The person reiterated their
knocks but without saying anything.
My boyfriend and I stood silent behind the door and I called my
upstairs neighbor. He went down the stairs to see
who was knocking on my door, butas his door opened, the person
got out of the residence. I explained to my neighbor of
this situation and decided to check the mutual basement and
the mutual garden, but nobody was there.

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My neighbor went back to his apartment.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get my dad on the phone but he was
not answering. 30 minutes later,the same thing happened.
Someone knocked on my door without speaking or anything.
I called my neighbor but the person got away once again.
I was really worked out by that point.
My dad was not answering his phone and we could not
comprehend why someone was knocking on my door like this

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and now they're able to get access to the inside of the
residence. This was on about hour 2.
You just can't imagine how stressed I was by the situation.
We could have just opened the door, but for some reason I knew
we should not. It was then that my father
finally answered his phone. I told him what was happening
and he said he would be there in20 minutes.
At the same time that I hung up the phone, we started hearing

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voices on my balcony. The balcony had immediate access
to the shared garden and was lowenough they could just climb on
in. I was starting to cry and was
really scared that we could be attacked by people who
deliberately knew there was someone inside.
Furthermore, they had only seen me and not my boyfriend.
I called hysterically my dad once again.
He told us to hide and that he was coming with friends from his

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rugby practice. I then called my neighbor to ask
him to check from his balcony ifsomeone was on mine.
The voices had dried down by this point.
No one was there anymore. Maybe they had heard him go out
of his apartment onto his balcony.
My dad finally arrived with his friend.
They checked the whole residencebut nobody was there.
I couldn't sleep that night as Iwas terrified those people might
come back. The morning after.

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I found the ad on booking that there was a registered at my
address. What was really weird were the
pictures as none of the apartments looked like those and
that no one had registered theirapartment for rental.
My dad, neighbor and I decided to call Booking to take down the
ad. We had a really hard time
getting them to do it as they wanted us to file a a police
report for identity theft and then it would take weeks to be

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able to take it down after that.I don't know how the ad got
taken down as my neighbor alone decided to call them back.
All I know is that it was down in the afternoon.
He knows that he had some good friends working as lawyers, so
this must have helped. Anyways, that was all for my
submission. It was terrifying and this event
contributed to part of my fear of intrusion.
Once again, thanks for your work.

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And if you have any. Questions don't hesitate to ask
Clara. And all right guys, that wraps
up some terrifying, scary stories.
And these were all sent in by you.
And these ones were definitely more paranormal.
So comment down below if you enjoyed the paranormal stories
or not, or you want to see like more true ones.
But yeah, these are just the stories you guys send in, and if
you want your story sent in, please just send it to the

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e-mail in the description or pincomment or whatever I do.
And I just appreciate you watching at the end of the
video. It means so much.
You guys are the. Best please like and subscribe
helps out the channel a ton. You don't even understand.
And yeah, thank you so much for watching.
This was Snook and I'll see you next time.
Bye.