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And now, without further ado, let's get into some unsettling 4
Chan stories. A friend of my dad's would

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babysit me sometimes when I was little.
Mom wasn't in the picture and heused to tell a story to me that
scares the absolute shit out of me to this day.
Dad's friend, I'll call him Bob,is driving a rig out in the
middle of bum fuck nowhere. Oregon.
Had to make the delivery by the following morning, so he decides
to just drive through the night.It's like 1 in the morning, no

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one else is out of the roads, hasn't seen another car in
probably 100 miles. He's literally in the middle of
nowhere. Suddenly the entire skylights up
instantly like daylight. Bob fucking slams on the brakes,
has no idea what the hell is going on.
Everything stays lit up for a good solid 10 seconds.
He can see anything. Whatever's happening, it's not

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lightning. It doesn't stop or flicker at
all. Bob hunkers down, anticipating
imminent nuclear devastation, but suddenly the sky goes dark
again. No sound, no blast wave.
He sits there in the middle of the road waiting for almost 5
minutes, then decides to keep going.
Figures it was a meteor or something.
Goes about two miles up the roadand sees a car with flashes on

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stopped in the middle of the road.
Stops a good distance away from it.
There's not enough room to go around it.
Front end of the car is crumpledlike it hit something.
Bob figures they probably hit a deer that got spooked whenever
the meteor went over and ran into the road.
He gets out of the cabin, goes to see if the driver is OK.
Driver is sitting on the ground by the driver's side door, has

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his knees up and is resting his head on his arms.
Hey buddy, you OK? Bob calls.
He stops about 10 feet away for seemingly no reason.
Something about the whole situation just feels weird.
Bob is one of those guys that always listens to his gut, so he
stays put. God, my head is killing me, the
guy says, but he doesn't lift his head up so it's muffled.

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Did he hit a deer? Bob asks.
He's getting more and more uneasy.
Something's wrong. But he still can't figure out
what exactly it is. The guy says he thinks he may
have hurt his head. Asked Bob to please help him.
Bob takes a step forward, but his instincts are going ape
shit. He looks at everything again.
That's when he notices it. The fucking car is all wrong.

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It looks like when someone thinks a car looks like like
they tried to draw it. It has all the right pieces, but
there's nothing extra, if that makes sense.
Bob says it looked like a cheap Hot Wheels knock off.
It just looked wonky and wrong. He looks around at the back of
the car and realizes that not only is there no license plate,
there's not even a trunk. It's just one solid piece of

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material with tail lights put init.
There's no manufacturer or modelnames.
Bob knows cars, and this thing is nothing he's ever seen
before. From where he's standing, you
can see there's no tailpipe or even hubcaps.
It's just the shape of a car. He starts to back up and the guy
asked him for help again. Bob tells him he can't help him
and it'll call a tow truck when he gets to the next town.

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The guy lifts his head and looksat Bob, tells him he thinks he
may have a concussion. Something is really, really
wrong with this guy's face. But again, it takes a second for
Bob to figure it out. The next part is exactly how Bob
described it. Everything on the man's face was
where it should have been in their normal position.

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He looked totally normal except for the fact that his eyes and
mouth we're on upside down. Bob goes like shit and sprints
back to his rig, climbs in, locks the door just in time for
the man to slam into the door behind him.
How the fuck did he get there sofast?
He knocks in the glass and smiles at Bob, but because his
mouth is upside down it looks like he's screaming.
Tells Bob to open the door so hecan come in.
Bob fucking floorset doesn't care if he hits the guy or not.

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His truck easily pushes the car out of the way.
Whatever it is, it's light and it makes no sound when he hits
it. Unfortunately it's an anti
climatic ending. Bob got where he was going fine
with no other problems. My dad knows his story but I
don't think he believes it. But Bob tells it to everyone he
meets so he obviously does. He's absolutely adamant about

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the guy being an alien. Years later I heard about the
Thatcher effect and nearly had afucking heart attack when I saw
it. I showed one of the pictures to
Bob and he wouldn't even look atit.
He says it's exactly what the guy looked like.
Pick very much related the jersey devil.

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Hello, I have lurked here and on4 Chan in general for a while
now and I have read many scary and disturbing stories from you
guys. Well, I think that it is high
time that I share my own story with you.
I don't really give a rat's ass whether you believe me or not,
I'm just recounting to you a nightmarish experience that me
and my friends had. Here we go, be me.
American, early 20s, about 13 years ago.

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Just finished getting an engineering degree at college.
Relaxing in a Cafe with the boys.
We are all roommates so we know each other pretty well.
Me and three other friends. Greg Maximilian, yes that is his
name and I'm really fucking jealous of him throughout that
since I think it sounds really fucking cool and all.
We're referring to him as Max occasionally and Franklin or
Frank, what most people call him, decided to go on a pro

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trip. We decide on camping, we are not
exactly experienced that in the woods camping, but we have gone
regular camping before and enjoyed it.
Decide that as we are not very experienced, we need a place
that is not way out there in theevent that we managed to fuck up
something and need to leave. Franklin lived in New Jersey at
the time. He's just camping in the Pine

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Barrens. It covers a surprisingly large
area and is as remote as we are going to get considering our
budget and where we live, Frankie explains.
The rest of us agree that the place sounds good.
We start to plan out the trip, decide that we need to go during
the fall or summer as a cold camping trip would suck ass.
Maximilian proposes that insteadof camping at some basic bitch

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campsite with like 200 other people, why not just go hiking,
find a suitable clearing of the trail and camp there for three
or four days. We all like this idea.
Greg says that his cousin could drop us off and pick us up as we
would not really have a place topark a car for several days
while we romp around in the woods.
So Fast forward a few days, we have the trip all planned out

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for the most part. Going to be out there for four
days and three nights, leaving on Friday and returning on
Monday. Greg's cousin will drop us off
at the edge of the woods, Rendezvous with his cousin at
the intersection of Long Island Expressway in Wading River Rd.
On the 4th day we have the following, a one shot 22LR rifle
for each of us. Additionally, Maximilian has a

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45ACP1911 and Franklin as a revolver.
A 38 or 22, I can't remember which camping essentials.
I'd rather not waste time describing all of them.
I think Greg brought a fishing rod.
A few changes of clothes and we side against bringing our
girlfriends as Greg had just broken up with his and we didn't
want him to feel alone and the other ones were not too crazy

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about spending several nights inthe woods.
So Fast forward to the Friday. I have all my shit packed and
ready to go. At like 10 or 11 AM, Greg's
cousin pulls up to our house in a dark green Plymouth minivan.
We toss our stuff in the back and head off.
It was like a hour and a half drive from the house to where we
would get dropped off. For the sake of brevity I will

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refer to Greg's cousin as Carl. Carl seems like a pretty good
guy, he graduated uni a few years before we did.
The drive there is fun. We mainly talk about what we
were going to do, where we were going to hike, what we were
going to eat, and Fast forward to us driving along the forest
edge. Check for officers.
Are we insecure? We pull.
Off to the. Side of the road that we are on.

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Unpack and hop out, wave and saygoodbye to Greg's cousin.
Head off into the woods. We plan on hiking for a few
hours until we find a good clearing.
Hike a mile or two into the woods.
It has been pretty nice so far. Little amounts of trash.
Seen a few chipmunks and squirrels.
Hear the birds singing. We definitely heard a few
woodpeckers. We reach a clearing.

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It is roughly 45 or 50 feet in diameter.
Worst part of it was a Poison Ivy patch on the northeast edge
of the clearing. We made sure to avoid this area.
Here is a pic of the area. We set up our tents in the area.
We then build a fire pit and gather firewood because why do
that at night? Do you want to sprain an ankle

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from tripping on some branch andcolor code for the map?
And this guy did it in Ms. Paintso it's really low quality.
But the color code is light green is clearing.
Dark green equals woods, dark green equals Poison Ivy, red
equals tense, orange equals firepit, brown equals logs.

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And after setting up home base, we decide to hike some more and
plank some targets. Hike is going nicely.
See some geese flying in the distance and they're familiar V
formation unfortunately. See a few plastic bottles and
some bushes. Sort of depressing and annoying.
We see some fucking Jewel Osco grocery bag stuck on a tree.
We aren't exactly Al Gore, but something about being so far

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into the woods and still seeing some lazy fuckers trash really
annoyed us. Frank is somewhat good at
climbing so he decides to climb up there and pull it down.
Says it's a pack on the ground and begins to climb.
The plastic bag is about 15 feetabove the ground.
It takes Frank about 3 minutes to get it.
Oh fuck, he yells. What is it?
You OK? Yeah, I'll show you when I get

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down. Frank untangles the bag from the
branches that it was caught on and jumps back down to us.
I saw some fucked up animal up there, he says.
What was it? A fucked up raccoon bro.
Shit like how fucked up? Its head was mashed in, its
chest was torn open with all theribs looking broken.
Also it smelled like burnt rubber.

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That's fucking gross. You didn't touch it did you?
It might have some weird disease.
Oh, shit, I hadn't even considered that.
Well, did you? No, but I'm gonna put some
hydrogen peroxide on my hands just to be safe.
What do you think did it? My guess is that some hawk was
carrying it, dropped it, got it back and was in the middle of
eating it when we showed up. It got scared and flew a safe
distance away. Sounds about right.

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Anyway, what was your plan with the plastic bag now that you
were stuck with it? I hadn't thought about that.
What am I supposed to do with this?
It's not like a there's a dumpster nearby.
Just put it in your back pocket and let's get back to hiking.
We've dicked around here for toolong and I don't want to be
hiking to camp the dark sure thing.
We continue on our hike and somequick info.

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Since I live in the suburbs, I'mused to seeing a bunch of fats
and slow squirrels and chipmunksand next to them.
So it is for me to go in a woodsand skinny squirrels and how
rarely suburbs. So I was already to how far I
was out of myself that everything was fine and that
concerns of mine were just from lens and technology.
But you get what I mean that it would be helpful to an attitude

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towards woods. Anyway, I'm marching along see
the sun just boys that and we start same way that we came.
We don't want this guy has that orange yellow hit as the
sunsets. We are passing the tree that
Greg trips on a large he falls face first as he stands himself
back up. Hey when I see a large on his
jacket that wasn't there before.Ask Max looks down at his jacket

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sees the stain. The fuck is this fuck I just got
the old Sarah was his girlfriendof them.
Maximilian grabs where Greg fell, exposing the corpse was
not a fresh one chest ripped open.
Surprisingly there was seeing that the corpse was Freg was
starting to spurt with screaminglittle grub fuckers on me.
Fuck damn it or something similar.
Wing is jacking into some tree, hit the maggots and blood off

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the leaves and handed it to wipeit off as much scum as you can.
A handful of fucking leaves going to do hoes.
Greg barks at him. Shut the fuck up Frank, He's
just trying to best cleaning supplies so he can get We're in
the middle of the goddamn woods.Remember to fire every of course
while Anon has a point. Greg we get back to our campsite
before you actually just a fucking jacket stop.
We are on this to roll situationyelling at you about some gunk

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of relaxing. Greg there are still was ish
brown spot with most of the sunlight gone.
This inspires us to move at a much faster pace since trying to
find out your way through unfamiliar woods at night is
almost fucking hopeless and we can't just set up camp as all
our sleeping gear was back at the clearing.
Thankfully we reached the clearing after roughly 30

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minutes. And don't get lost in the woods
tonight. Maximilian gets the fire started
as me and Frank get the food out.
Greg is trying to remove the possum blood with some dish
soap, paper towels, and some of the distilled water we brought
with us. Max asked us what food we
packed. Me and Frank take turns
announcing each thing we packed as we pulled them out.
Jerky, refried beans, spam, the magical fruit.

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What? Wait, the magical fruit?
Frank answers. Do you know beans?
Greg, who must have been listening, adds in.
I've literally never heard a sane person refer to Banks beans
as a magical fruit. Why do you call it?
It doesn't even look like a could be a fruit.
My dad and on his side of the family have a goofy little song
that they sing when they're eating beans, Frank responds.
Who wants to hear it? I egg him on saying sure dude,

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who wouldn't want to hear some hillbilly song about eating
beans? I'm not a hillbilly Dick.
Do you want to hear it or not? OK then Frank says here it is.
Beans. Beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat the more you toot.
The more you toot the better feel.
So I have beans every meal. What do you think?
Funny Maximilian speaks first. I wouldn't say those high class
humor but I did find it funny toimagine you and like 5 other

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grown ass men singing that at the dinner table.
By the way, Frank is pretty buffand so are all the other guys in
his family, so the image of like6 buff men singing The More You
Toot is absurd enough for me andmy friends to get a Keck out of
the song. We all enjoy a good hearty meal
and Franklin seems quite pleasedwith himself.
The meal we decide on just to happens to be baked beans.

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Max yells that it's dinner time.The rest of us head over, grab a
plate. Max serves us our share and we
sit down on some large rocks. Frank immediately goes.
And A1 and A2 and a three. We all break into the song and
sing the song. We all cheer with completion of
our badly synchronized recital and begin to consume our dish.
In the middle of our ritual of the consumption of the baked

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beans, a loud shriek tears through the woods.
I don't really know how to describe it since I don't hear
animal cries where I live, but rest assured it was really
fucking loud and was more painful to hear than being in
the room full of people scratching their nails across
the chalkboard. What the hell was that?
Was that? Some sort of animals death
screech? I asked my friends.

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I've heard the screams of dying animals before, and that sounds
nothing like 1. It was too loud for a dying
animal to make too. You'd have to be sitting right
next to the animal for that kindof volume.
Greg tells me. Well, whatever it was, it made
me drop my plate. Max groans.
I glanced over the ground in hisdirection.
Poor dude's plate landed upside down.
None of his being survived. Greg offered some of him.

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And the problem is solved. They all resumed their meals
like nothing happened while I sit stunned.
What? What?
That's it? None of you are going to the
slightest bit concerned or even curious.
None of you have the slightest clue to what that was.
So you guys have decided to justignore it I guess.
So what are we planning to do, go into the woods at night to
try and figure out some source of a scary loud noise?

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Replies Frank. Well no, but then do your best
to ignore it. We can sleep on shifts if you
want. You can sleep on shifts.
I want to get a good night's sleep ads in Greg.
OK, you sure you're fine with this Frank?
I say yes, I am subsequent aboutit before I change my mind.
He answers. I shut up and finish my meal.
Frank rolled up a couple of logsaround the campfire.

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We head over and begin to talk about the campfire.
We are sharing stories about college as Max, Millian and Greg
are telling us about a shitty professor they both had.
I look over at Frank. He is staring wide eyed past Max
and Greg deep into the woods. I follow his line of sight and
it takes a minute or two before I notice them.
The hair on the back of my neck goes straight up and I get

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goosebumps on my skin. I can see a pair of 2 yellow
orange eyes about 20 yards away.I'm not exactly able to tell how
high off the ground they were. Max and Greg noticing that no
one is listening to them and areinstead looking into the forest,
Ask us what the fuck is so interesting.
Right as they say this, something makes a loud snort
slash grunt. This is followed.

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By a long growl, like a large dog's growl, but deeper, louder,
and far more menacing. I get up and now realize how big
this thing must be. The eyes are at my level and I'm
64. Max and Greg, who are the
closest to the edge of the clearing, bolt off of their logs
and get to our side of the campfire.
Frank snaps out of his gaze and grabs his revolver.

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He stands and aims it in the eyes, yelling it to fuck off.
The rest of us start over to ourtents, retrieve our guns and
spare ammo. I load mine, begin the line.
We aim. Frank says on the count of
three. Fire, 123 fire.
We shoot in a semi unison. We can't hear if we hit anything
because multiple guns firing at once in close proximity on an

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otherwise quiet night is really fucking loud.
Once I regain my full senses, I no longer see the eyes.
Fuck. I don't know whether to feel
relieved or to feel more concerned.
What the fuck was that thing? Said someone.
Whatever that was, it's gone now.
OK Anon, Looks like if you got your wish.
We're definitely sleeping in shifts tonight, if we sleep at
all. We all reload and set up a sort

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of perimeter we just cleared out.
All of that would be a blocked out of our field of view.
Basically all vegetation on rocks over 6 inches were
cleared. We used the locks to make a
barrier ish thing. This barricade served more
purpose for our own feeling of safety.
It did not really serve any realistic purpose for defense.
The forest is now dead quiet. Shit is really creepy.

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And here is our plan. 1 sleeps while three are awake.
One man has the 1911, one man has the revolver, and the other
has the 422 rifles. The second in person sees
something yellow or orange in the woods.
They immediately fire a warning shot into the air to wake the
other boys up and hopefully scare it off.
Me, Frank, and Greg take the first shift, all is well.

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Second shift is me, Max, and Greg.
At some point Greg gets spooked by what he says is something
shuffling in the woods. He fires at it.
He and Max nearly jump out of the skin.
Frank wakes up, we are pissed atGreg, but nothing else happened
that night. Fast forward to the morning, we
hastily pack up. We immediately go back to the
way we think we came as we will somewhat have an idea of how far

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we must go. Greg says that he is going to
check on the area that he shot at last night.
We tell him to wait a few minutes so that the rest of us
can go with them for safety reasons.
About 5 minutes later we are fully packed and head over to
the area. We are looking around for signs
that show that there was some sort of animal here last night.
Max shouts at us for to have a look at what he found.

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There is a distinct trail of hoof prints.
These were not deer cracks, theywere bigger and were cloven.
My blood runs cold. Greg is pleased to see that he
was correct to fire. Max reminds him that if this was
a human. He would be.
Feeling otherwise, Frank says that maybe this was from a cow
or a horse. I tell them that these woods are

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not a good environment for a fully grown cow, and that it
would have been much louder lastnight if it was a horse that
Greg shot at. Greg shuts up.
We are all thoroughly spooked and decide to get the fuck out.
We begin our trip back to the highway.
Our plan is to get to the highway before sundown and then
try to hitch a ride. We make sure that our guns are
loaded and head off. We are hiking through the

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undergrowth as fast as possible.Now, we aren't the fittest
people so we are not moving veryfast.
However, the hike back is very different from the hike to here.
Landmarks are different or look different, or are not there at
all. Fallen logs that are remembered
to be covered in mushrooms are instead covered in thick layers
of Moss. This may not sound scarier or
anything, but when you're tryingto get the fuck out of the woods

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and you think that there may or may not be an animal stocking
you, it is different. These differences in the
landmarks and environment throw us off a bit.
At roughly noon, we decide that we do not know where we're
going. Greg starts to freak out and we
all start to freak out like the retards that we are.
We did not think to bring any sort of flares.
It takes the four of us like 30 minutes to get our shit

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together. Thankfully me and Frank had
packed compasses when we enteredthe woods.
We went northeast. We decided that our best option
is to go straight S. About 1/2 an hour after devising
the new plan, Frank spots 1/2 eaten deer.
The deer has had its stomach torn open, intestines aren't
visible, it's thighs have been mostly consumed.
It's eyes are also eaten. This creeps us out more, but we

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aren't too concerned by it sinceFrank suggested that it was left
behind by some coyotes, but I didn't believe that for a
second. I don't think that the other
guys noticed this, but like 20 yards past the deer carcass I
saw four other half eaten deer. At least one of them was a buck
with a full rack of antlers. I chose not to tell them as I
believe that fear will not help us escape the woods.

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I was probably right to do so. Unfortunate for us, the first
deer was not the only carcass that the group of us came
across. Every 10 to 15 minutes we would
come across a new animal corpse.More deer, birds, rabbits, and
squirrels all partially eaten, all have the same parts of them
eaten as the first deer. Each corpse we find only adds to
our anxiety and fear, but we still tell ourselves that is

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probably just a pack of coyotes.This possibility brings us a
sense of security, however smallsense of security that was until
we found a coyote. It's happy and just like the
others. Judging from what was left of
the creature, it was all healthyand muscular.
This shatters our theory that coyotes were responsible for all
the dead animals. I don't know very much about
coyotes, but I don't see why a pack would just turn on one,

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kill it, and eat it in the same fashion as every other animal.
Max is the first to put two and two together.
The dude goes pale. It takes a second or two for the
rest of us to catch on. Oh fuck me.
This epiphany shatters our last nerve.
We break into a full Sprint in the direction that we've been
hiking in. This part is sort of a blur of
sticks hitting my face, thorny plants scratching my skin, and

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sheer panic. I have no idea how long we ran
for, but when we stopped runningand regrouped, I watched at 4:45
PM. We have two hours before sunset.
Thankfully no one got separated or hurt themselves during their
mad dash, so we're good to go. We recheck our orientation with
the compasses and continue our trek S We're no longer finding

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dead animals, which puts our mind at more of an ease.
We start to believe that the worst is over.
How fucking wrong we were. The next half an hour is mundane
with the most action being Greg almost tripping and falling into
a Poison Ivy patch. It was actually kind of relaxing
to just hike through the woods, believe in the illusion in that
it's safe, but after that calm half hour shouldn't hit the fan

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and fast. Max was the first to notice it.
He whispers at the rest of us tothough to stay quiet.
We shut up and hear it, the distant beating of wings.
If you have ever been close to alarge bird when it flies then
you have an idea of what it sounded like.
Only problem was there were no words.
Insight, hide. Max whispers.
Each of us scramble for a Bush or a log to hide under.

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We are dead quiet. It takes what felt like hours
for the sound of the wings to dissipate, but it was probably
only 20 minutes. The fuck was that?
Greg asked. I have no idea, but whatever it
was, my guess is that it was responsible for all those dead
animals. Frank responds.
And let's not be the next meal. We resume our journey yet again,
but this time we are on high alert.
We freeze every a branch snaps, or a squirrel rustles of the

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tree, or a woodpecker drills a hole.
We're moving a lot slower and itis getting closer and closer to
sundown. Nothing really happens for a
while. At 6:30 we stopped to catch our
breath. Orange is starting to appear on
the horizon. I checked my compass and we are
still on track. We decide on what to do.
No one wants to stay on another night in the woods, but Max and
Greg are against hiking through unknown train at night, while me

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and Frank are convinced that if we don't continue on, we are
going to be a midnight snack forthe thing that killed.
All of those. Other animals I end up
convincing them to go by pointing out the imminent danger
of staying and pointing out thatthe road that we came down here
on shouldn't be more than two miles away, which should only
take us another 40 to 50 minutes.
Unfortunately this took a grand total of 15 minutes for us to

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decide and the skies orange fromthe sunset.
After 25 minutes the only light is from the moon, which is very
bright as there were few clouds and an old oil Lantern that Greg
brought with. So we are now walking in a
single file line with Greg leading the way like a bunch of
kindergarteners and it's here where shit hits the fan.
Greg asks. Hey guys, is it raining?

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There are literally no crowd clouds in the sky and we tell
them. So.
Then why am I feeling water dripping onto me?
He asked, and he shines the light of the Lantern into the
trees. Why did God leave us?
The light illuminates the face of the ugliest and most
terrifying thing I've ever seen.It is a cross of a goat and a
horse is shaped with bright yellow eyes but without any fur.

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It opens its mouth and roars thesame roar that we heard last
night, but 1000 times louder. Its gums are black, its tongue
is pink and like that of a dog, and its teeth are almost as
yellow as its eyes. This thing's canines were at
least an inch and a half long. It's chin has a few dark brown
or black hairs. The rest of it is not
illuminated enough to make out it catches.

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All of us by surprise. For one long ass second we all
look on in a mixture of shock, fear and awe.
Then our fight or flight instincts kick in and we bolt.
It roars again and takes flight.In the distance we see the
street lights of a road and run even faster.
I'm crying like a bitch with my tears from joy and fear.
We make it to the road and continue running down it.

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Max is ahead of everyone. I'm behind him.
Frank is behind me. Greg is behind Frank.
But then Greg trips, stumbles for a second and face plants.
I screech to a halt and turn around and get a good look at
the thing for the first time. Unless I get Alzheimer's or
dementia, I will never forget the sight of that abomination
approach, my friend. It is a massive beast and it has

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the same kind of muscle tone as a Russian powerlifter.
It has the body of a hairless horse.
It is covered in scars of all different shapes and sizes.
Some look like the scars of a knife wound, but others look
more like bullet holes. It's skin is a puchid pinkish
red color. It has the hind legs of a horse,
but instead of having four legs that has a pair of massive

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muscular human arms with human hands.
The nails of the hands are at least an inch long, sharp
looking and black in color. It has a long rat like tail that
estimate a length of roughly 7 to 8 feet with a few sparse
patches of dark brown or black hair.
The abomination is at least 20 feet long and six feet at the
shoulder. It's neck is like a foot long

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but probably like 2 feet in diameter.
I now notice the long semi curved horns protruding from its
head like those of a goat. You probably know what I'm
talking about now and if you don't it's the Jersey Devil.
It touches down on all fours, like 30 or 40 feet in front of
Greg. Greg fires his 22 at it and hits
it square in the chest. It doesn't acknowledge being

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shot at all. It walks on all fours and
reaches for Greg, who is in the middle of reloading his rifle.
I don't want this fucking thing eating my friend.
I call it some racial slurs, can't remember which.
Slide the bolt into place. I take aim, pull the trigger and
fire. I hit it right next to his right
eye. This it notices.
It roars up on its hind legs clutching its eye, roaring

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louder than a police siren. Roar is different this time.
It is still loud and deep, but now it also has the sound of a
dying cat. Frank and Max stop running and
see the predicament that me and Greg are in.
They draw the rifles and fire atit, drop the rifles, draw their
handguns and Sprint over to where I am.
This only seems to anger the beast more as it grabs Greg.

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Greg screams in pain and severalaudible snaps are heard.
Max and Frank shoot at its torso.
It throws Greg into a light postand begins to advance on us.
When we back up, I see somethingbehind it, a light.
I squint my eyes. It's a cop car.
I'm hoping that he can call backup or help a shoot at it.
As the monster quickens its pace, the cop arrives.

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Tavern surprise. The car slams into the monster.
The monster is sent sprawling. 2cops exit the vehicle and pull
out very shiny lever action rifles.
I think that they were here for 45 to 70 government and such a
shoot at it. It screams like it did when I
hit in the head and contours itsbody in pain.
Each time one of the cops fire another round into it we get the
idea and join in the shooting. At some point the abomination

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must have decided that we were not worth the pain, got up on
all fours and ran into the woods.
After we were sure that it had left, the three of us ran over
to check on Greg. We make sure that he is still
alive. He is and then me, Max and Frank
talk to the cops. What in the hell was that Max
ass? They ask as he has said nothing.
You boys sure are lucky that thetwo of us were driving down the

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road. One of the cops, a blonde chubby
guy, says those rabid buck are violin as hell damn sure menace
with their antlers. You are not packing anywhere
near enough firepower. Me and Frank are about to call
his lie, but the other cop, an older looking man, gives us a
death stare that shuts us up. The only thing that you ever saw
attack your friend was a large buck with a bad case of rabies.

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He flatly says nothing else. The cops got an ambulance to for
Greg and took us to the hospital.
Greg had fractured his tailbone,broken several ribs, and broke
his right shoulder blade. No one at the hospital asked us
what happened. After we tell them it was rabid
Buck, Frank calls up Greg's cousin and explains the
scenario. Minus the monster, The rest of

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us were fine, minus bruises and scratches.
And there you have it. Greg recovered, though he will
never be as fit or capable as heused to be.
The four of us still keep in touch, as our only validation
that this was real, that this really did happen, is the fact
that we all know what we saw, and we all saw the same thing.
I'm the only one of us who stillenjoys hiking in the woods, but

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that is probably because I live in Colorado, far away from New
Jersey or the Pine Barrens. But every once in a while, if I
have an exceptionally bad day atwork or go to sleep very
stressed, it visits me in my dreams, chasing me and my
friends through the woods and down that road.
I'll be checking into here throughout today and tomorrow if
anyone wants to talk. And I kind of like that story.

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I'm just going to add my input after that one.
That was a long story, like 30 minutes almost.
But I enjoyed that because I've always heard about the Jersey
Devil, but I've really never, you know, had it kind of more
fleshed out. And that was a good story.
Whether or not you believe it, Ithink it was still a good story
and entertaining. Comment down below what you
thought about that one. And.
Into the next one. I live in the northern part of

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Sakaa or Yukita. Russia for around 10 years and
I've encountered a lot of weird shit there.
I'll start with some context. B13 dad and mom break up because
dad is abusive. Mom loses court case and dad
gains custody After divorce. Dad changes and starts seeing
weirdos for life advice. Some guy tells him that he needs
to cut himself from society to awaken his third eye or some

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shit. So we moved from Song Peterburg
to motherfuking City 5. And I can't pronounce Russian so
I don't know a town so fucking secluded it didn't have a name.
Life, as you'd expect, was fucking shit and boring.
The schools there didn't even teach English, the official
Yakut language, or even basic sciences.
The locals are cool though. So on to the paranormal stuff.

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I'll start off with the creepiest one.
I've personally never encountered it.
In fact I've only known three people who claim they have, but
the whole city of five is scaredof it.
We call it the Flat Man. It's said to appear in some of
the most rural areas of the region.
The best way I could describe itis to compare to a living
shadow, but it's more like a void in the shape of a human on

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the floor. It's shape cannot appear on
trees or buildings, only the ground.
Apparently the flat man has madeentire tribes of people
disappear. In 1989, a group of around 10
people went to hunt it. Two months later, clothing
started to wash up in the local river.
It was their clothing. Apart from being wet, the
clothing wasn't damaged. The next night, screaming could

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be heard outside the town. Another time, some guy was
hunting deer. He spotted the deer, but it
seemed to have it's legs stuck in something.
When he got closer, he could seethe flat man holding the deer's
leg. It then started making a pulling
motion. You know what happens when
something is pulled through a tiny hole?
Well, that is what basically happened to the deer.
Not a trace to the deer left. Hunter instantly runs as far

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away as he can. I have a classmate, let's call
him Igor. Igor's dad has encountered the
fly man at one point. Be him 1992.
He works for a small wood cutting business.
Patches of forests are valuable and Yucata.
So if your boss tell you to go, you can't object.
So he's at the spot and he comesacross uprooted trees in the
shape of a spiral. He tries to get the fuck out but

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keeps coming back at the spiral.Notices that the other trees are
still bending. Starts feeling weird sensation.
His own body is swayed towards the spiral.
The pole gets so strong that he has to push himself off trees to
move it. Then suddenly all the uprooted
trees get sucked up into the ground.
The force of the pole is so strong it breaks one of his
arms. He looks over and there's a
massive fucking hole where the spiral was.

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In the hole he can make out the flat man.
He starts moving in a swimming motion.
See the flat man is called that instead of like shadow man
because he doesn't move like 1. When you turn your shadow change
the shape to reflect that. But the flat doesn't do that.
He can't move his arms through his chest, so he moves in this
weird swimming motion. Igor's dad starts running and
flat man gives chase. The flat man can fuck with

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shadows. Every time a shadow of a tree
gets in his way, he kind of swats it away and the entire
tree breaks. He makes it to his car and
manages to lose it. Me and my few friends actually
managed to stumble onto the crater and surely enough it was
in the shape of a spiral. It was overgrown the entire time
we were near it. Everything felt floaty and we
couldn't feel, smell or taste. And the last guy I know of that

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encountered the flat man died in2006.
But someone told his story. Apparently he was a hermit and
lived just away from the town. One day he noticed the land had
risen slightly and messed with the foundation of the house,
which was like the one in the pick.
It keeps rising so he gets a guyto take a look.
Dude season tells him to leave immediately.

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Hermit is stuck up so he stays. He wakes to half of his house
missing in a giant pillar in thesky.
Some locals saw the pillar in the sky.
A few of the braver ones go to check it out and they find the
guy. He's out cold, guys legs are
missing. Said his legs were so cleanly
cut they weren't even bleeding. They get the guy and drive away.
A few minutes later pillar goes back down.

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Hermit wakes up, says the flat man grabbed the shadow of his
legs and just took them off because he passed out.
Never went to the location because he genuinely lived in a
scary as fuck place full of bears and wolves.
And the flat man is the creepiest one by far.
Nomads cover their ears if you bring them up or straight up
start a fight with you. Some of the more integrated

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nomads tell tales about ancient tribes tried their hardest to
eradicate. It and went missing.
He's the only thing that no one dares to fuck with.
People don't like talking about him.
Be me. 15 two years after movingin, me and dad are having
breakfast and get a knock at thedoor.
Open it. Guy standing there looks almost
identical to the pic and the thepic is up on screen.

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Tips his hat. And introduces himself as Ivan
Ivanock, basically the John Smith of Russia.
This happened in 2009, so the guy is very out of place.
Dad, being the understanding gentleman that he is, tells him
what do you fucking want? Instantly get this sinking
feeling in my stomach. Dad's speech becomes 10 times
more polite. Ivan says that he's the

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governmental representative of City 5.
He's responsible for tax collection, solving judicial
problems, and keeping the peace.Starts telling us about how the
town works. I think to myself, I know this
stuff. He instantly stops talking and
excuses himself. Ivan leaves and we both sit
there dumbfounded. For a bit.
Part 5 Me and dad are bringing firewood back home and visit a

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market. While there Ivan taps my dad's
shoulder. Everybody instantly quiets down.
Ivan and dad start talking. From what I could tell dad did
some dumb shit and a few townsfolk were mad.
Dad instantly starts spurging out so then he shuts up.
A local comes by and defends my dad.
Ivan then says if you continue your unacceptable behavior there

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will be consequences. Understand.
Then I get the sudden urge to nod.
Everyone around Ivan, even people who weren't looking at
him, nod. Ivan goes around the corner and
he's fucking gone. Ivan does so much creepy shit.
On many occasions I've seen him just appear out from dark
alleyways or rooms. Anyone who fucks with Ivan just
disappears. Anytime I talk to Ivan it's like

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half the shit I say I don't eventhink about.
I've heard a story that some nomad got drunk and started
stabbing random people so Ivan just came into the bar and the
guy just shuts down and dies andeverybody feels the urge to
leave and when it stops they instantly come back.
Both Ivan and the nomad are gone.
I remember I once got drunk and ended up sleeping in some guy's
property. Rumors about me start spreading

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around the community. It's evening and I'm reading a
book. Enjoying your read.
Then fucking Ivan comes out of the darkness.
It scares the shit out of me butI soothing sensation quickly
kicks. Ivan starts to literally
interrogate me, asks really personal questions about life
and family. I answer with as much detail as
possible even though I don't want to.

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Ivan eventually concludes this chat, walks into the darkness
and disappears. Ivan's creepy ass face and voice
still gives me shivers. Part 6.
Sorry for not posting yesterday,was really busy.
First, I think I should explain more about the Nomads.
The Nomads are basically tribes of nomadic horsemen that split
off from The Maine Yakut societies.

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Their language is very hard to understand, but some nomads have
integrated into Russian society and translate for us.
They believe some sort of Penguin religion.
From what I've been told, they believe in five gods.
The gods are named after the cardinal directions.
North Kaheed, God of wind and everything to do with the cold.
S Omnid, God of fertility in nature.

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E Zune, God of the hunt in the trickster.
W Varun, God of guns and death, Tengri is taken from Tengriism
and is basically the all father.There's also Khazar which I'll
be telling a story about. So be me. 2012 Dad goes out to
go for a drink and doesn't come back.
People start telling me to go look for him.

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This isn't the first time this happened so I just chilled. 2
weeks go by, a few locals found dad.
It's a body. They request I do a proper
burial. I couldn't be bothered so I just
tell them to put him 6 feet under.
The next day I'm out gathering firewood.
In between the trees. I see a pair of eyes staring at
me. I try to get closer but when I
blink it disappears. Then when walking back home I

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see it again on a rock. I can make out its shape.
Long skinny legs, small body andbig shiny eyes very similar to
pick. As soon as I saw it I knew it
was the Khazar. In legend it's basically
supposed to be an omen from the gods.
If he somehow offended one of the gods, Kazaar starts
appearing to you. I understood that I had offended

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some God by not burying my father.
I've lived here long enough to know not to fuck with the
paranormal. So the next day I gave a my
father a proper tangri burial. I stopped seeing the Kazaar
after that. The Kazaar appears a lot to
hunters. Most hunter heed the warning and
either avoid the area or bring back the catch back.

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There was a few stuck UPS though.
One guy didn't heed the warning and had a bear break into his
home and got killed. Then someone was found impaled
on a deer's horn. Another was found frozen in a
lake. A Hunter's gun once exploded
when he shot and mutilated them,and a few people were crushed or
by their own roof caving in on them from snow buildup.

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All of these people had said about being visited by the
Khazar. The guy who got killed by a bear
had told close friends that the Khazar's eyes became brighter
over time. For him, the eyes were bright
enough to illuminate his whole house.
Had a friend who got quite unlucky with the Khazar, let's
call him Vlad. Vlad loves to seclude himself in
the wilderness and when he had free time he would always go up

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north to camp. One day Vlad goes camping.
Nothing goes wrong, but when he's coming back to city 5, he
starts seeing the Khazar. Fred didn't kill any animal nor
do anything that would piss off the gods, so he assumed that the
area was off limits. But the Kazaar doesn't go away.
In fact, he starts seeing wolvesstalking him from the brush.
One day while Vlad is going to work, the pack of wolves attacks

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him. One of them latches onto his arm
and starts tearing into it. He manages to hurt the wolf and
that gives him enough time to. Escape to safety.
After that, wolves leave him alone for months.
Vlad ponders what he could have done but can't put a finger on
it. Then one of the local said he
found Vlad's campsite and sitting there was a single
fucking beer can. Part 8 be me.

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Don't have much money and a lot of shit to breaks down before
winter. If you know anything about the
northeastern Russia, you'll knowthat the winters are hellish.
So I need money quick. There's a meat vendor that'll
pay good for bison. The vendor gets a party together
and we go out hunting. The party consists of me, Igor,
Vlag, Andrew, Mikhail and other five people, but they're

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irrelevant since we split into two groups.
Our group goes to a place around50 kilometers from Chokora.
We're deep in a forest tracking some bison prints suddenly hear
a low groan. As soon as it stops, the wind
picks up and then it starts snowing.
Snow in September isn't the weirdest thing out here, but
it's not uncommon. As time goes on, wind and

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snowfall become stronger. Vision is so obscure you can
only see about 50 meters in front of you.
It's starting to get late so we start looking for a place to
camp. We come up to this slope which
has a great view of the area. Igor and Andrew stay to set up
camp and the rest of us go gather wood. 5 minutes in we
here go shout I can't speak Russian, which basically means

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holy shit. Everyone comes back and Igor is
pointing at the horizon. I don't know if Igor had eagle
vision but we can't make out shit.
So we tell Igor there's nothing there.
Continue with her day and go to sleep.
Mikhail wakes me up at around 6:00 AM.
Dude, what the fuck up? I get out of my tent.
There was a fucking giant in thehorizon.
It was humanoid, but it was crooked, skinny as hell.

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The arms didn't quite match. It had trees and shit growing on
it. Two of them grew in the shape of
horns. I couldn't make out its features
due to the fog, and it made zerofucking noise.
The only reason Mikhail woke up was because hundreds of birds
were perched up and flying around.
All of us got the fuck out and never came back, got chewed out
by our employer and had to do shitty janitor jobs.

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They didn't care though because I'm not fucking with whatever
that thing was. And now the user responds to
some comments and says yes I have plenty more stories.
OK, so in between Cyclic and Bella Jagora, there's a
community of five houses. In one of these homes lives this
guy we just call Khan. He has hundreds of stories, some

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so out there. Even I couldn't believe them.
He's very awkward to be around because all he talks about is
nomad culture, hunting, and shepherding.
So here's a story that involved him. 2014 Andrew and Vlad have
jobs in the local police. They get an assignment to check
up on a patch of land that someone wants to cultivate.
It sounds like a boring job, so they invite me and Andrew to

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camp with them. On the way, we see a lot of
nomad tribes moving around. When we stop by the community,
we ask about the tribes. They tell us that they're moving
for some sort of summer solsticecelebration.
Before we leave, they insist we take Khan with us.
It was plain obvious that they just wanted to get rid of him
for a few days. Begrudgingly, we took him with

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us. The whole car ride was very
awkward and boring. We finally got to our spot,
which is around 10 kilometers from Kubergana, so we set up and
start grilling Shush Creek. It's a really fun evening, even
Con got a bit laxed. Everyone goes to sleep at around
at 12. AMI wake up at around 2:00 AM to
fucking Con throat singing at the top of his lungs.

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We were pretty drunk and ticked off so we start telling Con to
shut the fuck up. While we're arguing, Mikhail
fucking snaps and starts screaming at Con.
The argument goes on for two hours.
After everything calms down a bit, we decide to pack up and
finish up here. The problem is, we're nowhere
near our camp. It's like we got moved to some
random location. There's a thick fog that

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obscures anything 5 meters away.Just as bad as the one on the
pick. Khan tells us we are royally
fucked up. Tells us that we need fire right
now. Everyone scrambles for their
lighters. Khan tells everyone to follow
him. We think about it for a second,
but realize it's probably betterto follow the 2m tall Nomad than
stay out here. Khan starts leading us while

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walking. Khan is singing some nomad song
and we hear a bell ring. As soon as we hear it, we're all
lined face down on the floor, then hear a chirp and start
throwing up water. Khan says it started.
Listen to everything I've got tosay.
Make sure to check your back if you hear weird noises.
As soon as he finishes his sentence, there's children's

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giggles and all of our clothes are tied together.
We hear a loud pop and our fire sources become 10 times
brighter. Khan tells us to carry on in the
fog. There are silhouettes of four
figures watching us. First one is just some big dude
with a crown. Second one is also huge.
His knees are bent backwards andhe has deer horns.
Third one is a woman's proportions and has goat horns.

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4th looks like a normal dude with a gun.
We can hear a chorus of laughterand cheering coming from around
us. Khan asks Vlad if he's checked
his back. We all turn around.
There was this dried up tall person, basically a fucking
skeleton behind Vlad. It gets scared away by the fire
and retreats into the fog. There is multiple of them and
they keep trying to jump at us. Khan calls them failures.

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We come across a rabbit. Khan instantly grabs and kills
it. He raises the rabbit into the
air and says something in his language.
We can hear a bit of booing and groaning coming from all around
us and then a deer's silhouette comes next to the other
silhouettes. The one with deer horns grabs it
by the head and snaps its neck. It throws the deer to Khan's
legs. Khan tells us to bow down and

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repeat after him. We do it.
The silhouettes disappear and the fog starts to clear up.
We find our campsite a few 100 meters away.
Khan takes the deer and ride it with them.
We come back to the station. Andrew and Vlad are discussing
what to say in their report. Khan tells them to write out the
report as if everything was normal, but the recommended him
for hire in the field. So that's what they do and con

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works and lives over there from now on and all right guys, that
wraps up some unsettling 4 Chan stories.
I hope you enjoyed this video. I loved all the stories in this.
I really really enjoyed the 4 Chan stories.
You know it's just refreshing from the Reddit ones.
I really like them Comment down below if you enjoy them as well
and if you do, yeah, just comment and I can see if you

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They're all great, so I'm sure you will enjoy them and yeah,
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next time. Bye.