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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4 Chan story
video. And today we're going to be
getting into some unsettling stories from 4 Chan.
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great. I love every single one.
They're kind of weird, scary, creepy, and as the title says,
unsettling. So without further ado, let's
get into some unsettling storiesfrom 4 Chan.
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B13 living in Marindella, a small city in the north of
Portugal. Pic related starting my 9th
grade, decent circle friends butnonetheless a bit of a loner
most of the time. Notice a New Girl joined the
class. Key brunette, also seemingly
around my age. Had a bit of a goth style to
her. Not to the point of piercings
and black nails, but almost always dressed in black.
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Get paired up with her for project on the first week and
end up chatting. Find out we have the same taste
in music and movies and inevitably become good friends.
She was fatherless, moved into town with her mother recently.
Ridiculously intelligent, far more than you'd expect from
anyone her age. Was even enthusiastic about
philosophy and got me reading into Schopenhauer and Sarte at
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fucking 13. Was also a loner.
Didn't hang out with many colleagues other than me, mainly
because they're long existentialist reflections seem
to bore anyone. Eventually became really close
friends, almost platonic lovers.One day she invites me to her
house for dinner. Actually a little surprised by
how long it took to get invited to her place given how often she
dropped by mine that evening. We meet by the school and she
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leads the way. We start heading out of town
half an hour later. We're walking around tall grass
fields and dirt paths as night settles in.
Can help but feel a little scared since I don't want to be
out in complete darkness. She tells me not to worry and
kindly holds my hand. After maybe another half hour
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with almost total darkness setting in, we follow a dirt Rd.
into a forested area. Fear is really kicking in, about
to beg her to go back when she suddenly says we arrived.
In front of us is an old, large integrated house, heavily
obstructed by darkness, but nonetheless being a striking
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sight. Not exactly a mansion, but still
really large with three floors and an old Alfa Romeo parked on
the driveway. The door is unlocked.
We walk in, she turns on the lights.
The interior actually looks decent.
Lots of old furniture, but all of it relatively well taken care
of, unlike the torn up exterior implied.
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My fear turns into curiosity. I can't help but feel intrigued
by the house and bombard her with questions about it.
The best you can say is that hermother got it as heritage from
her distant uncle a few years ago and only now felt like it'd
be fitting to move here. After showing me the bottom
floor round, proudly displaying her collection of LP's and VHS
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in the living room. The 80s Phillips VHS player with
the closest to a modern apparatus in the entire house,
and they're packed up and thoroughly organized bookshelves
in the office. She takes me to the dining room,
asked me to wait there while shegoes upstairs to call her mother
for dinner. As she leaves the room, I
contemplate how silent the houseis, the only audible sounds
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being the tremulous treetops in the surrounding woods exposed to
the wind and the light hum of anelectricity generator.
Probably around the back. Someone confused with the whole
situation, but far more intrigued by my friend and her
mother's eccentric lifestyle than scared by it.
In a moment she comes back, tells me her mother is working
in the attic and wants us to have dinner there.
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Now I'm really confused. What is her mother working on
the attic and why can't you justcome down for dinner?
Instead? She explains her mother as a
dressmaker and uses the attic asher studio and as such spends
the entire day there and doesn'twant to interrupt her work to go
downstairs. Unsatisfactory explanation, but
all right. As we get to the upper floor I
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notice it is in significantly poorer condition than the lower.
The walls of the corridor we pass by look slightly dirty and
much of the wooden floor covering seems to be torn off.
She tells me not to mind that division and explains her mother
is still on the process of refurnishing the house.
The attic stairs are at the end of the corridor.
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We climb them up. The attic is an ample but poorly
lit space. I am assaulted by a labyrinth of
dresses hanged in washing lines spread across the attic.
Most of them looked ripped and dirty, definitely unlike
anything a dressmaker would be producing.
A disgusting smell reeked acrossthe room.
I can't even properly describe how unpleasant it was.
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She just calmly makes her way through all the clothes.
I try to keep up while covering my face in disgust.
Hey mom, here's the friend I told you about.
I hear my friend say finally come out at the end of the mess.
Regret doing so in the followingsecond as my brain processes
what I'm suddenly looking at. Right in front of me is a
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morbidly decaying corpse with almost more bone visible than
the horrendous rotting flesh sitting on a chair in front of a
small table with a lit candle over it I can't even properly
react to what the fuck is this goddamn thing?
Now they're all here together, we can finally have dinner at
last. My friend says, seemingly
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talking to the rotting cadaver before her.
Nope, Nope, Nope the fuck out. Hard pounding faster than it
ever did in my entire life. Run through the labyrinth of
dresses and quickly head downstairs.
Rush to the front door of the house as fast as I can.
She starts screaming angrily at me.
I've no idea of what the fuck she's saying and I don't even
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take the time to listen to it. Smash through the front door.
Run away into the surrounding forest with no idea of where to
go. The only thing I can make out of
all our spontaneous screaming isan almost tear jerk.
Don't leave me as I rush into the woods.
Run through the pitch Black Forest for what seemed like
torturous hours from my young teenager brain crying till I'm
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out of tears to pour out. End up finding a highway.
The first driver that passes by and notice me on the side of the
road miraculously stops and gives me a ride back into town.
Get back home. Parents are surprised to hear me
arrive close to midnight, but immediately understood something
happened as soon as they see me walk into the living room
covered in sweat with my clothestorn up from running through the
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middle of the woods. Tell them the shit I went
through. Needless to say, they were
skeptical about such an absurd sounding story, but nonetheless
presume that was I tell them thetruth, I must have been the
victim of a prank from her eventually involving a false
corpse. Dummy or similar Decide they're
going to talk with their teachers to track down our
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parents and shed some light on her inappropriate attitude.
They go to the school the next day to clear it up.
Far. Too damn scared to leave my
house and at the same time I wasterrified to be my house given
she knew where I lived. Invited over the beefiest friend
I had of the time under the paranoia of her showing up.
Parents came back, told her she was registered into the school
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by her mother during early summer vacations.
The school management wasn't able to contact the mother ever
since no phone calls were pickedup and given no one understood
where her address was located. All letters were returned to
sender give how many problems the lack of contact or their
mother was causing. They tried calling the girl to
clear everything up on that exact moment, but she was
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missing that day and so was she missing throughout the rest of
the week. And so was she missing
throughout the next week and so was she missing throughout the
rest of the month. I was invaded by a mist of self
concern and a legitimate concernfor her.
On one hand, my juvenile couldn't help but imagine she
could be up to something. On the other hand, I was
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seriously worried about her in fearing for what could have
happened to that poor, desperatelunatic.
We tried finally in a missing personal report to the police,
but we didn't have her face, hardly knew anyone who spoke to
her, and still weren't capable of reaching her mother.
It eventually ended up being futile when we had nothing but
her name to prove she even existed, but she was never heard
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of again. It's been close to an entire
decade since that happened, someyears after I moved to the
capital Lisbon, but I still often go north to visit my
family, and I still know that town like the palm of my hand,
and I still have no idea where that damn House of terror is.
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Something is happening. I live out in the middle of
nowhere. I moved.
Here two months ago and my parents are coming to visit me.
When I searched my house on Google to give them directions,
I noticed a small box behind my house which seems to be a
trailer of some sort. I own a lot of land out here.
It's my property. I own about 3 square miles now.
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I went out a few minutes ago andthe trailer is a three to four
minute walk into the woods. There's a light on in the
trailer but there's no road or anything that connects it.
It's pretty deep in the woods. The road I live on goes far out
and I'm the last house on the street.
I'm thinking about going to investigate, should I?
Here is a layout of my property.The trailer seems to be in
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decent condition, not the best condition so let's say fair
condition. Yes, but I'm kind of scared
somebody is living in it. It's known that homeless people
take shelter in old barns out around here.
Yep. I have a shotgun and a rifle and
a few handguns. The woods are deep and heavy,
tons of weeds and shit. It's hard to get through.
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Well it's possible they are using some power source rather
than country power such as a generator or something.
It's I'm not very rich. This property costs about 25
grand worth of land. It's in the middle of nowhere.
The closest McDonald's is an hour away.
The closest Walmart is a good 20to 30 minutes.
The biggest town near me has a population of 15,000 people and
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that's 30 minutes away. I have 3 square miles and never
been anywhere except the barn onmy property.
There was a river somewhere on it, but I've never been to it.
I've no clue. To be honest, I know a friend of
mine had a whole city of homeless people living in the
woods on his property a mile from civilization and tents.
I wouldn't doubt if there's a homeless camp somewhere in my
property too. Anyways, I'm going to go check
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it. It takes 3 to 4 minutes to get
there so I'll be back in like 15.
All right guys, sorry to break the bad news.
It turns out somebody is in factliving there and has been living
off the land for around a year now.
When I walked up to the house I saw a shadow looking out the
window. So at that point I really had no
choice but to go up and knock. So I did and there was a man in
his late 40s or early 50s. He admitted that he was stealing
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power from me. However, other than that he has
been living off the land and even as a garden and really
hunts for food. I'm probably not going to evict
him or anything. I could careless as long as the
guy's friendly. I told him to come over tomorrow
and we can talk. I was going to take some
pictures but it was dark and he would know I was taking
pictures. Because of the.
Flash, I don't want to anger himor something, so I guess I'm
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going to talk with him in the morning.
I will, most likely. I'll let him stay.
Sorry for the boring ending, nobody died tonight.
But wait, there's more. Well fuck now I heard a gunshot.
I didn't shoot off a gun and it sounded like he was from a
distance. He wasn't shooting at me.
Somebody's knocking at my door. I see two shadows, not one.
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This guy's not alone. I'm not answering the door.
I'm staying in my house. I have a shotgun and I'm in a
good position. I have a handgun and assault
rifle as well. I'm in the corner so I don't
have to watch my back. I fired a warning shot for my
handgun and they are now yellingat me.
I'm not entirely sure what they are yelling at.
I shot at my wall. They are ugly anyways and need
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repainted. Fuck, they just broke my window.
Now I'm just shooting the general area of where they are.
They have not fired back at me except that from the gunshot I
heard earlier. I've now called the police and
they are on their way. They should be here in 15 to 20
minutes. I shot 1 and killed one.
The other is retreated. The police are on their way but
one of them is on the porch witha gunshot wound at the chest.
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I'm going to take a picture realfast for you guys.
I'm kind of scared to go out andget a picture so I hope a
picture through the window is OK.
Guys, my house is on fucking fire.
The other guy lit him on fire. I'm now in my car going down the
road. Also to be clear, I'm not
driving and using 4 Chan I'm stopped.
The guy doesn't have a car so I drove away and parked up the
road a bit. I'm going to get a picture of
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the smoke coming from my house. Picture of the fire.
I'm sorry a timestamp is kind ofdark.
I have a shitty phone. The police are on the scene
along with a few fire trucks. They got here pretty fast, much
faster than they said. I actually parked a little away
from the house. To be fair, I'm not really
worried about the. Guy I have a gun and I will just
shoot him. I think he's on the run now.
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I don't think he's going to waitfor the police.
They brought 2 police cars in one ambulance.
I told them I was being shot at so I guess they went all out.
I'm not really on my phone, I'm on my tablet.
Would you like a picture of it as well?
I told you I was on my phone because it's easier than saying
I'm on my tablet. My tablet doesn't have a camera,
my phone does. Guys, I'm being detained and I
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have been asked to get out of mycar.
Sorry, I'm being arrested it seems.
Might just be temporary thing but the cop isn't taking no for
an answer. Sorry.
Watch the news in mourning for this.
Now we wait. Godspeed, OPI.
Want to make a green text gang stalking thread?
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Be me homeless travellers, dirtykid.
Live my life riding freight trains and heading to random
places. Was at a truck stop outside of
Pearl Missouri and noticed a black GMCSUV with Virginia
license plates. It was just sitting there,
looked like someone was in therewatching me.
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Decided to kick rocks from truckstop on an hour later and head
to the hop out. Notice the SUV start moving and
kind of following me. Gets a hot putt and get on train
ride through an RRX in a few minutes later and see the same
SUV sitting there. Think nothing of it.
So I get off the train in Sweetwater, TX and get a motel
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for two nights the next morning.The very next morning and I look
out the windows and see a fucking black GMCSUV with
Virginia license plates. I kind of shrug and tell myself
it's a coincidence. Anyways, I hop out back east to
Fort Worth, make my way to Chicago.
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When I got off the train and Joylet I see the same black SUV in
a parking lot, this time unoccupied.
So I try to tell myself it's a coincidence, that I'm imagining
this and being paranoid. So I make a scratch on the
driver's side door with my pocket knife in the shape of a
small ZI would notice it if I seen the thing again.
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Went to Buffalo and saw the sameSUV and yes, I had the Z on it.
I shit myself, I freaked out, I tried calling the cops, they
just mocked me, acted like I wassome tweaker or some shit.
I don't do drugs. I try to confront the person in
the SUV but they always drive off.
They are always parked in a way where if I start heading to them
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they can just leave fast. So here I am in Minot and guess
what? I saw it again.
What the fuck is happening? What the fuck do these people
want? I know this isn't much or not
very interesting but I seen another train rider slash hobo
slash dirty kid post on this board in the past so I figure I
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share my experiences. I feel agencies or people just
target people like me because they can.
Get away with whatever the fuck they're doing.
I know I am not being. Paranoid I get discredited a
lot. What the fuck is so interesting
about me? Unlike the other hobo that
posted in here, I do not have a dog.
I travel with my girlfriend. Right now I'm waiting for a
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train to British Columbia to show and figure I start a green
text thread on X. What are you involved in that
could possibly interest them? The only thing I can think of
was in 2012 I was squatting in abig abandoned factory in
Asheville next to a hop out. Lots of other travelers squatted
there for a night or two. On the other wing of the
building there were homebounds that lived there, they never got
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in their way or space. Anyways I stayed there at night
due to extremely heavy rain and one of the home bombs was
murdered that night. Like ritualistic style murderer
by some type of vampire colt in Asheville.
I only know because I got woken up by APD and questioned about
people that were there and I told them the truth.
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I got off a train 2 nights ago, was going to catch last night
but rain came in so I passed down the squat.
I didn't know or notice anythingstrange other than a van that
parked in the River Arts District parking lot all day and
night with nobody. In it and when the cops woke me
up the van was gone. I cannot think of anything else.
The factory got knocked down apparently.
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Hello XI, have something that might be of interest to you?
It concerns what my team and I found under the Great Sphinx in
the Egyptian city of Giza. I know the very first question
you'll ask is why we would ever go searching underneath a place
like that, and for what possiblepurpose.
I'll keep it brief for you. Have you ever heard of an
American author by the name of John Anthony W?
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Did you know that during the early 90s, he and a team of
archaeologists carried out a series of seismological and
geological tests around the Great Sphinx?
The results of his tests caught everyone's attention, Ours
especially. His test revealed the existence
of unexplored tunnels in the bedrock beneath the monument.
His team was subsequently thrownout of the site by Egyptian
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authorities. And we got.
Involved around this time, who we are is of no importance, at
least not to you anyway. The only thing I will mention is
the obvious. We are a group with some sort of
connection to the United States government and we're assigned
this task due to certain degree knowledge and expertise that we
possess. Green text will begin from here
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in order to make the events thathappened a little easier to
follow. Received our mission and arrived
in Giza during the summer of 1995, tasked with excavation and
transport by the local government.
Told to recover whatever we possibly could from the tunnels
beneath these Sphinx by the US government, Local officials
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fiend ignorance at the possibility of tunnels or
valuables underneath the Sphinx.Have an assistant with me
assigned to the task, let's callhim Josh.
Josh is complaining about a lackof information, is seriously
worried about being sent in blind and the dangers that we
might encounter. I tell him to calm down, tell
him the mission will go smoothlyat there's probably some gems or
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treasure down there at most. Arrive at the monolith, can see
the pyramids of Giza just beyondit, partially covered by up a
thick layer of fog and dust. I pull out a cigarette before we
head in and ask Josh if he shouldn't himself yet.
Tells me he has a bad feeling about the mission, but I dismiss
it. Once again thinks that the
mission can't be as straightforward as it seems.
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Otherwise, why hire us? Just shrug, Adam, money is
money. I don't care what we have to do,
it's all the same to me. Senior seismologist runs over to
us and tells us that we're finally good to go.
They've managed to breakthrough.Josh asked him if they managed
to take a look down below. Tell us he had a glimpse of
something and that the chamber seemed empty.
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Empty. Ask him what he means.
Tells me they didn't see anything down there at all.
No urns, no gold, no valuables, just four walls.
What the fuck? At least the job will be easy.
Ask him if he thinks someone beat us to it and took
everything before we could get there.
Tells me it's unlikely, but stranger things have happened.
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I just nodded. Say that.
We better get it over with. We suited up in full hazmat
suits just in case, and made ourway over to the base of the
Sphinx. We're also equipped with an
industrial flashlight each. I approached the gaping drill
hole near the statues right paw.I got down into a sitting
position and then began climbingdown using a rope ladder.
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Josh is close behind me, immediately hit a wall of
darkness. My feet hit the ground and I
turn on my flashlight as fast aspossible.
It was exactly as he said, fucking empty.
I was just standing in the middle of this vast cavern like
space with nothing of value at all to be seen.
The place was quite large and the hollowness of the
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subterranean space made amplified every movement and
made them seem incredibly strange and eerie.
There was a steady stream of sand trickling from a small
crack in the ceiling. I decided it was best not to
linger and finish her job as quickly as possible.
I told Josh to move his ass and get into gear as explored
further, and we noticed a lot oficonography on the walls.
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I was worn heavily by the passage of time.
The usual Egyptian stuff, depictions of RAW, the Eye of
Horus, even portrayals of Osirisand Thoth were all across the
walls. It looked like they were telling
a story of some kind. Anubis emblazoned across the
wall, judging the souls of the dead, with displays of all sorts
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of monsters along the width of it too.
Josh starts to speak up to get my attention, tells me to come
look. Josh is just standing there with
his flashlight raised towards a wall at the far end of the
chamber. On the wall there was another
icon, a God I had never seen before in my life.
Below it was the lid of a sarcophagus.
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It was standing upright against the wall and looked to be
embedded with the sandstone itself.
Perhaps this place was a tomb. Decided to go over and check out
the find. Wasn't particularly worried
about anything. It was likely empty anyway and I
was just checking to be sure. Started to notice more details
once it got closer to it. The design of the coffin was not
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like a typical Egyptian one thatyou'd see in the history book at
all. The design of the coffin was
human in the face, but it had feline shaped paws folded over
its body. The design really irked me for
some reason, and I could not figure out why at all.
It seemed to be somewhat similarto the iconography that it was
placed underneath, but I couldn't say for sure whether
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they were the same. If it was a coincidence, it was
definitely a strange one. I placed my gloved hand over the
lid and leaned in closer to inspect the details.
The wall had molded itself around the coffin.
It was fit around it like a cast.
Josh speaks up again. He asked me what I'm doing, I
replied back sarcastically and he told me to be careful, that
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he was worried. I started telling him to go home
if he was going to be such a coward.
Just as I finished my sentence, I felt a surge of pain shooting
through my head. I almost bit my tongue it hurt
so bad. It felt as if.
Someone had driven A dagger deepinto my brain and just kept
pushing and pushing it. The pain just kept amplifying
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until it was overwhelming. I stepped back, fully consumed
by the pain that was shooting throughout my body.
I started clawing at my hazmat suited vein, hoping that tearing
it off might relieve some of thepain.
I couldn't escape it no matter what I did.
I wish I'd died, that is how unbearable the pain was.
I lost my balance completely andhit the ground hard.
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I could hear the slow motion vibrations on the ground, so I
assume Josh rushed over to me. All I could do is squirm on the
ground and hope for it to go away.
The last thing I saw was the outline of Josh as my vision
started to fade to black. He tried to reach out to me but
I couldn't respond no matter howhard I tried.
He picked up my radio and was frantically trying to contact
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someone. I woke up, kind of.
I woke up to pure blackness, like I felt conscious and awake
but I could only see pure black.Time Team this shift for me.
Once I woke up I couldn't tell how much time had passed or what
was going on. All I had was infinite
blackness. It was barren and lifeless with
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no sound at all. It was madding.
The second just seemed to go on forever as my vision drifted in
and out of focus until I finallysaw my saving grace.
I could see a light in the distance.
It wasn't just one light, there was a multitude of them.
They seemed to be as bright as stars in the night sky, except
they were incredibly close to me.
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I didn't realize it until that moment when I noticed their
gleam reflecting back off of it.Now suddenly standing in water.
A massive expanse of knee deep water seemingly out of nowhere.
I looked down back at myself again just to confirm that I was
really there and actually real. I needed to know whether I was
hallucinated or not. I was also completely fucking
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nude for no reason. There were waves of warm water
hitting my thighs in my entire body relentlessly.
My moment of respite only lastedfor a moment before I was thrown
back into action once again. It was a voice.
A voice here with me in whateverthis place was.
It wasn't Josh. It was a stranger.
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No one from the site or the medical team.
He was old, incredibly old. His face was covered with an
array of scars and wrinkles thatcombined together.
It was the same height as me, maybe even slightly taller.
It was hard to tell. At the same time, due to the
haziness of my mind and the deception of the water, his body
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was incredibly built. He had the body of an athlete in
his prime and showed no wear andtear at all.
He was wearing some strange clothes, a tunic I think it
looks like pure white. The most striking thing about
his appearance though was the wolf pelt that hung around his
neck that he wore like a scarf. The animal skull sat the top of
his shoulders like he was fucking Hercules and I just
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slammed the beast himself. I finally managed to stutter out
some words and ask him who the fuck he was and what he was
doing in the cordoned off dig site.
There was absolutely no way he should have been able to get
down there with all these workers unless he'd been down
here before we got there. The old man just sighed and
stared deep into my soul. Every move he made had me on
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edge. He told me that I'd invaded his
temple, ransacked it, and made amockery of him by not knowing
his name. I just stood there speechless.
It was like I was getting scolded by my mom and dad.
For some reason. I felt like I should apologize
even though I had no idea what Ihad done wrong.
He cut me off before I could speak though.
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He told me his name, but I didn't really know how to
pronounce it. I think he said something like
what? Pennsylvania, what?
What? But I've never heard of that
before. He told me his brother was the
famous one. I asked him where I was, but he
just asked me where I thought I was.
I only had a vague idea that I hoped is wrong.
I asked him if I was dead. He told me no.
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He told me that the afterlife was only for the deserving.
He brought his hands out from behind his back and made a
twirling motion with his finger that forced me to turn around
against my will. He told me to watch carefully
and study what he was going to show me.
He told me it was my doing. I can only watch in horror as I
saw something towering in the distance, a Titanic sized
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figure. He was showing me a creature of
impossible stature, probably thesize of a city.
It was so large that my brain could not comprehend it
properly. Its sheer size just made my
brain hurt. There were bronze chains cutting
into the creatures hide and metal rods too.
Its paws were nailed to a platform and stopped it from
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moving. Its fur was like a forest along
its body. I can't even begin to describe
its face, just dwelling on its image.
Looking at it, it made my brain spiral and turned straight into
flight mode. Its existence was like a black
hole to my mind. The man started to speak again,
asking me what I thought of the creature.
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Again. He cut me off before I could
respond, describing the creatureas beautiful.
He told me that the creature hadbeen the same since he first
encountered it. He still Withers and groans old,
but the creature never ages. I tried to cover my eyes, but my
hands are trembling too much to be able to move them.
It was then, looking down at my shaking hands that I noticed
that the water I stood in was not actually water.
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It had changed color. The water was a murky red.
I asked if I was the blood of the creature.
I asked how it could still be alive if it had lost so much
blood, but all he did was shush me.
He told me that I asked too manyquestions, that all I do is ask
and give nothing in return. I tried to ask another question,
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but before I could, one of the chains holding on the beast snap
suddenly. Both pieces of the chain fell to
the ground and caused the entire.
Place to shake which nearly knocked me off my feet and into
the liquid I was stood in one byone.
Each. Shackle began to snap off and
fall to the ground. The site was horrifying.
It is going to devour all of you, was the only word that the
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man said. He said it so.
Casually, like it was no big deal at all, I asked him what
was going to happen. If he could kill it.
If we could kill it, he told me he already had.
Again and again, a countless number of times.
He told me that the creature always comes back, each time
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stronger than ever, and that he grows weaker and weaker.
That's what this place was for. It was a tomb trapping the
creature so that when he finallylost it the creature, it still
couldn't make its way out. He told us that we ruined that
when we drilled our holes and stepped foot into this place.
He showed me more images, Imagesof the sarcophagus we had found
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being loaded onto a truck to take back to the US for study.
It had not been yet opened. I asked the man what I need to
do. There was something like a white
flash, and the next thing I knew, I was awake again, for
real this time. I was lying in my tent, sprawled
out completely, with Josh pacingnervously beside me.
He was relieved to see me conscious again.
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I went into a frenzy, explained that the sarcophagus needed to
be put back this instant, and that I would explain after I
made a full report back to base.He was completely shocked at
this sudden reaction, but he andthe rest of the workmen on the
side complied without any resistance.
I made a full in depth report the first second I could.
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I was expecting to be laughed out of my role and dealt with
accordingly, but nothing of the sort happened.
I was given a strict set of orders, which I followed to the
letter. It was in 12 hours.
A team was dispatched to us. Another team dropped by, one I'd
never seen or heard of before, and all of the workmen and me
and Josh were escorted off site.We were sent back home and
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deployed to another mission and I never heard anything about the
sarcophagus. A kiss again.
I couldn't exactly just ask about something confidential
like that. Josh was transferred shortly
afterward. He was relatively new, so it
didn't shock me all that much. Never heard from him again after
that. I couldn't help but wonder where
he ended up. I couldn't help but wonder what
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they did with the sarcophagus, or whether they ever believed me
and opened it up. Anyway, I suppose the world
hasn't ended yet, so there's that at least.
Maybe they found another way to contain it, Or maybe they found
some other secrets. Sorry that I don't really have
any more information other than that.
X. This is a difficult story to
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recall. For me, it all felt way too
real. I guess it's possible that I
just imagined it all, but that wouldn't explain why our
superiors acted so hastily. I don't know, I don't think I'll
ever find any answers. I stayed in my role for a few
more years after that, but I became so jaded quite quickly
and opted to step into a less intensive role before eventually
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retiring. I have a lot more experiences to
tell you about, but they mostly just involve exploring catacombs
for artifacts and killing certain targets, which I might
have to heavily censor just in case.
Any questions I'll try my best to answer.
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I have a store for you. Be me.
Work at a Cafe slash chocolate place out in the country on a
farm. Quiet area.
We serve homemade stuff. We normally get a lot of old
people, especially during the winters.
Summers are pretty silent. I do register serving, cooking,
anything that needs doing really.
It's not unusual to get groups of people that come regularly.
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But there was this real strange group of ladies, the Volunteer
Mothers for Proper Education or VMPE.
Self important over 40 year oldswho write letters.
And other stuff to schools demanding changes.
All had the same bumper sticker with their little committee
logo. Which was the.
Group initials on a set of stairs, black on white.
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They had 10 members. They first started coming in
2009. They seemed pretty normal at
first, but we started to notice weird patterns.
They all dressed similarly with cardigans, long dresses and
tightly done hair. Not that strange, but they never
dressed individually at all, they always ordered the same.
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Thing as the head lady, let's call her.
The controller. The controller seemed to be the
one who organized everything, plan their little committee
discussions and all that. The strictest woman I've ever
seen spoke little, never looked like she smiled once in her
life. This group always came in at
exactly 249 on the dot and got their phone at around 3:00.
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Every day they'd order somethingdifferent, but always the same
as what the controller had chosen, paid with their own
money. One day, one of the ladies in
the committee decided she didn'tfeel like the food the
controller had ordered. The controller gave her this
death stare. I've never seen somebody look so
angry. The other lady immediately
shrinks away. She orders last, getting the
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same thing as the controller. The group comebacks the next
day, but there were only nine members this time.
The lady who wanted something else was gone, completely
missing. We never saw her again.
They come back every day and order the same thing again and
again. One day there was an accident,
2011. This big metal decorative
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windmill next to the cafe collapsed and broke part of the
roof. We have to close for the week,
but it's 350. The controller demands the group
be served regardless. We're all trying to get everyone
out because there was a worry that the windmill could catch
fire because the neon sign struck to it had smashed.
I of course have to give the group their money back and
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refuse service. I get the fucking death stare
down by the controller. BD hate filled little eyes
unbelievably dark. They leave, never come back.
One day we get 9 angry abusive reviews on the site, all of them
claiming abuse, harassment and other such BS.
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Storefront windows got scratched.
Up with keys one day. No real proof to convict anyone,
but I'm pretty damn sure it was one of them.
This Goes On group keeps spreading bad rumors about a
cafe. We heard it through confused
customers, bogus delivery orders, even a false police
report one day told us a lady claimed we dealt heroin under
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the counter. Easily proven untrue.
Eventually they seem to give up.Never see them again.
A little bit later I heard from a friend who works at a diner on
the highway. About a smaller.
Incident with the group, but they only had eight members as
far as he saw 2015 a few weeks ago.
Hadn't seen anything involved inthat group for years now.
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Completely forgot until I saw a bumper sticker.
VMPE started seeing their group name everywhere.
Heard they got a new office in the Town Center funding
community events and other such stuff.
Also heard the mayor's wife had joined their group.
Never saw the original 9 ladies again except for the controller.
She came back to our Cafe, actedlike she didn't know us, asked
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to put up a flyer on our window.We say sure, she does so and
leaves. Flyer is for some school
fundraiser thing. I was pretty terrified when I
saw her to be honest. She looks like 90 now, but she
was only like 50 in 2011. She doesn't look so strict and
angry anymore. She looked tired, really really
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tired. I looked at the flyer from
outside and saw her get into hercar just outside the building
and drive off. She's driving a Ute now.
Utility vehicle, like a pickup for non Australians.
It's covered in mud and shit andbattered as hell.
She used to drive a spotless redsedan.
The back of the Ute is filled with rope.
Shovels and a few. Filled trash bags, bumper
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sticker is on the back window. VMPE.
Never saw the lady again. I still have no idea what to
think but it's left me kind of scared.
I'll post again if I find out anything else weird about the
VMPE ladies. I live in a real country ass
town, no real connection to the city and they don't have a
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website. I think they're still a pretty
small group who mostly invite moms and such.
I've got a. Picture of the front of their
office and one of their posters which I took for them.
That diner friend I mentioned. But what is the point of that
flyer? There's no phone number or
anything, is there? I don't see one.
How bizarre. Sounds like a weird little cult
to be honest though I'm a long time fan of X and stuff.
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I'm not a big believer in stuff like Colts and all that, but
this group's always been weird. I don't actually know if they
have a phone number. I can't find one.
Here's another picture from a while ago outside of high
school. I looked through my camera cards
from last year and found an ad they had up on the metal boards
they put around the football pitches.
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I blocked out the address for obvious reasons.
There's something about the way they word these things that's
hella creepy. But this thread got me thinking
and I asked a few my friends andfound out one of their moms was
a member of VMPE. This morning I went to his house
and. Asked her about it.
She said the group does shit like write petitions and send
letters to school principals andsuch to try to change a few
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rules. She gets into a group with like
5 other moms from the group every Friday and they discuss
that all seems pretty normal to be honest.
But when I asked her about the 10 ladies at the Cafe she said
she'd never seen them before andshe didn't really know anyone
else from VMPES. She doesn't know who runs it
either. That was all she knew.
Kind of unsure what to do about this now unless y'all have any
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suggestions. OK X I've been pre typing this
for a while it's a long 1. I don't know if we were just
high and we're fighting bears. Tell me if this sounds like any
supernatural shit. You know y'all stories are born
as fuck to be me. Be hell.
A good hunter, Good with a rifle, Deezen with a bow.
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Prefer mosin but we'll go with anything.
Dead of winter. Hear about this shack in the
woods where I can chill before ahunt.
Not going to give location because you guys spooked me
almost as much as the shit I saw.
Decide. Yeah bring beer.
Hunting buddies. Hell yeah.
Be chilling in cabin. 3 hunting buddies.
One brought girlfriend. Folds of fat.
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I swear we could fucking hunt her and have enough blubber to
fuel a 747. God damn she fat though.
Real bitch too. Always complaining about the
cold. Shouldn't have brought her.
Be smoking weed outside a cabin with 1 hunting buddy.
We call him Jim. Jim is a cool motherfucker.
This guy can get his hands on any fucking ammunition he wants.
This guy brought 40 fives. We have a range of cans set up
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so we can practice. Jim can fucking shoot the pull
rings off them. Jim is fucking amazing.
We chill in and up comes meat sack.
Other two guys are off hunting north of the cabin.
Bitches jow slap together as shemoans some complaint about how
cold it is. If we took 110th of the grease
she excretes and made a fire with it we could burn the entire
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forest down. She waddles inside.
It isn't even funny how fucking fat she is.
Jim is fucking with a knife he brought packing snowballs and
cutting little gills into them, making tiny fat snow fish.
I'm hungry as fuck so I go to make some beans.
I open the coburb. Fucking empty.
That bitch cleared us out. We haven't shot any meat yet so
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that isn't an option. We need to go to the town to get
more food or we eat flaps over there.
I yelled at Jim that we need more food.
Jim and I agree that we should stay and that boyfriend and meat
mistress should get food. Don't worry the story gets
spooky soon, just let me have some fun.
Other buddy is cool, we will call him Dave.
Dave and boyfriend come across the Crest of the hill and come
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down towards us. We explain the food situation.
Dave fucking laughs and they decided that Dave should stay
with us at the cabin. Yo also ain't on.
There's like 3 bears over the hill.
We didn't get a good look at them, but I would hold off on
hunting anything other than cans.
We have 45mm ammo motherfucker. Bears can suck my Dick.
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Pork Princess and her wheelbarrow operator head down
the mountain to go get food. This is when we get fucked.
We can't hunt, so we have to resort to emergency rations.
We have emergency rations and a crate behind the cabin, but we
need to ration them. We head around the cabin and
open the crate. Fucking nothing.
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That bitch ate our emergency rations.
Fuck dude, this is where shit goes down.
The last bit was just fucking around.
Shit gets worse, Blizzard hits hard and the road up the
mountain closes before beef bitch and a lackey get back.
Shit pissing. Fuck, now we really need to
hunt. Dave protest talking about bears
and shit. It's fucking winter Dave.
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Bears hibernated. Winter Dave swears he saw bears.
Jim and I leave them and head tothe top of the hill.
Everything is crisp and white. Fuck yes I'm packing a mozin
M901/30/PU. Jim is testing out some Chinese
marksmen. We sit and wait watching the
tree line for movement. Oh fuck yes.
We see something along the western side.
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Hedge line looks large meet. Get Jim to take first shot, his
scope is better. Extremely loud go def recoil was
insane. Jim is in shock.
Look through scope, no movement.Wait, what's that see?
Hair and pink skin. Oh shit, we shot a person.
Fuck me, keep going. Holy fucking shit, this massive
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fucking jumble. Flesh comes rocketing out of the
Bush, heading east. I can barely keep track of it,
it looks like a weird pink blur.The thing pivots and is now
rocketing towards us. I load my MO's in as fast as I
can. My hands are really fucking cold
though. This is how I die.
Jim reddies his rifle. The thing trips and topples,
losing momentum. The thing quivers and shakes
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like jello. Now that it's still, we can see
that it's this giant flesh colored mess of human bits.
Like it has limbs for hair, but it also has hair.
At this point The thing is stillpretty far away.
Also pretty sure that this is a fetish for someone.
It starts to get up. Nope Nope Nope no.
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We bolt the fuck back to the cabin with this thing in
distance. The thing starts howling really
fucking loud. We can still hear it when we get
to the cabin. What the fuck is going on Aeton?
Dave, you ignorant fool. We barricade the door and fast
for two days before boyfriend and his ham hooker come back.
Jim and I haven't told anyone what we saw, haven't even talked
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to each other. We also got really fucking mad
at boyfriend and his fucking beef baby.
So sound like anything you guys have heard of or at least we
just stoned out of our minds. I can't remember.
My theory is that is flesh gate slash skinwalker.
I tried to imitate the land whale but didn't finish the
transformation because the land whale is too fat to scan
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properly and that she left and probably thinks it can nab Queen
Lard ass it can survive the next5 winters without hunting in any
other critters. And all right guys, that wraps
up some unsettling stories from 4 Chan.
I loved all these stories in this video.
I thought they were really entertaining, really interesting
and really unique. This is probably one of my
favorite 4 Chan storage videos ever to be honest.
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They're kind of weird, scary, creepy, and as the title says,
unsettling. So without further ado, let's
get into some unsettling storiesfrom 4 Chan.
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B13 living in Marindella, a small city in the north of
Portugal. Pic related starting my 9th
grade, decent circle friends butnonetheless a bit of a loner
most of the time. Notice a New Girl joined the
class. Key brunette, also seemingly
around my age. Had a bit of a goth style to
her. Not to the point of piercings
and black nails, but almost always dressed in black.
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Get paired up with her for project on the first week and
end up chatting. Find out we have the same taste
in music and movies and inevitably become good friends.
She was fatherless, moved into town with her mother recently.
Ridiculously intelligent, far more than you'd expect from
anyone her age. Was even enthusiastic about
philosophy and got me reading into Schopenhauer and Sarte at
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fucking 13. Was also a loner.
Didn't hang out with many colleagues other than me, mainly
because they're long existentialist reflections seem
to bore anyone. Eventually became really close
friends, almost platonic lovers.One day she invites me to her
house for dinner. Actually a little surprised by
how long it took to get invited to her place given how often she
dropped by mine that evening. We meet by the school and she
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leads the way. We start heading out of town
half an hour later. We're walking around tall grass
fields and dirt paths as night settles in.
Can help but feel a little scared since I don't want to be
out in complete darkness. She tells me not to worry and
kindly holds my hand. After maybe another half hour
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with almost total darkness setting in, we follow a dirt Rd.
into a forested area. Fear is really kicking in, about
to beg her to go back when she suddenly says we arrived.
In front of us is an old, large integrated house, heavily
obstructed by darkness, but nonetheless being a striking
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sight. Not exactly a mansion, but still
really large with three floors and an old Alfa Romeo parked on
the driveway. The door is unlocked.
We walk in, she turns on the lights.
The interior actually looks decent.
Lots of old furniture, but all of it relatively well taken care
of, unlike the torn up exterior implied.
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My fear turns into curiosity. I can't help but feel intrigued
by the house and bombard her with questions about it.
The best you can say is that hermother got it as heritage from
her distant uncle a few years ago and only now felt like it'd
be fitting to move here. After showing me the bottom
floor round, proudly displaying her collection of LP's and VHS
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in the living room. The 80s Phillips VHS player with
the closest to a modern apparatus in the entire house,
and they're packed up and thoroughly organized bookshelves
in the office. She takes me to the dining room,
asked me to wait there while shegoes upstairs to call her mother
for dinner. As she leaves the room, I
contemplate how silent the houseis, the only audible sounds
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being the tremulous treetops in the surrounding woods exposed to
the wind and the light hum of anelectricity generator.
Probably around the back. Someone confused with the whole
situation, but far more intrigued by my friend and her
mother's eccentric lifestyle than scared by it.
In a moment she comes back, tells me her mother is working
in the attic and wants us to have dinner there.
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Now I'm really confused. What is her mother working on
the attic and why can't you justcome down for dinner?
Instead? She explains her mother as a
dressmaker and uses the attic asher studio and as such spends
the entire day there and doesn'twant to interrupt her work to go
downstairs. Unsatisfactory explanation, but
all right. As we get to the upper floor I
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notice it is in significantly poorer condition than the lower.
The walls of the corridor we pass by look slightly dirty and
much of the wooden floor covering seems to be torn off.
She tells me not to mind that division and explains her mother
is still on the process of refurnishing the house.
The attic stairs are at the end of the corridor.
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We climb them up. The attic is an ample but poorly
lit space. I am assaulted by a labyrinth of
dresses hanged in washing lines spread across the attic.
Most of them looked ripped and dirty, definitely unlike
anything a dressmaker would be producing.
A disgusting smell reeked acrossthe room.
I can't even properly describe how unpleasant it was.
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She just calmly makes her way through all the clothes.
I try to keep up while covering my face in disgust.
Hey mom, here's the friend I told you about.
I hear my friend say finally come out at the end of the mess.
Regret doing so in the followingsecond as my brain processes
what I'm suddenly looking at. Right in front of me is a
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morbidly decaying corpse with almost more bone visible than
the horrendous rotting flesh sitting on a chair in front of a
small table with a lit candle over it I can't even properly
react to what the fuck is this goddamn thing?
Now they're all here together, we can finally have dinner at
last. My friend says, seemingly
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talking to the rotting cadaver before her.
Nope, Nope, Nope the fuck out. Hard pounding faster than it
ever did in my entire life. Run through the labyrinth of
dresses and quickly head downstairs.
Rush to the front door of the house as fast as I can.
She starts screaming angrily at me.
I've no idea of what the fuck she's saying and I don't even
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take the time to listen to it. Smash through the front door.
Run away into the surrounding forest with no idea of where to
go. The only thing I can make out of
all our spontaneous screaming isan almost tear jerk.
Don't leave me as I rush into the woods.
Run through the pitch Black Forest for what seemed like
torturous hours from my young teenager brain crying till I'm
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out of tears to pour out. End up finding a highway.
The first driver that passes by and notice me on the side of the
road miraculously stops and gives me a ride back into town.
Get back home. Parents are surprised to hear me
arrive close to midnight, but immediately understood something
happened as soon as they see me walk into the living room
covered in sweat with my clothestorn up from running through the
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middle of the woods. Tell them the shit I went
through. Needless to say, they were
skeptical about such an absurd sounding story, but nonetheless
presume that was I tell them thetruth, I must have been the
victim of a prank from her eventually involving a false
corpse. Dummy or similar Decide they're
going to talk with their teachers to track down our
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parents and shed some light on her inappropriate attitude.
They go to the school the next day to clear it up.
Far. Too damn scared to leave my
house and at the same time I wasterrified to be my house given
she knew where I lived. Invited over the beefiest friend
I had of the time under the paranoia of her showing up.
Parents came back, told her she was registered into the school
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by her mother during early summer vacations.
The school management wasn't able to contact the mother ever
since no phone calls were pickedup and given no one understood
where her address was located. All letters were returned to
sender give how many problems the lack of contact or their
mother was causing. They tried calling the girl to
clear everything up on that exact moment, but she was
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missing that day and so was she missing throughout the rest of
the week. And so was she missing
throughout the next week and so was she missing throughout the
rest of the month. I was invaded by a mist of self
concern and a legitimate concernfor her.
On one hand, my juvenile couldn't help but imagine she
could be up to something. On the other hand, I was
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seriously worried about her in fearing for what could have
happened to that poor, desperatelunatic.
We tried finally in a missing personal report to the police,
but we didn't have her face, hardly knew anyone who spoke to
her, and still weren't capable of reaching her mother.
It eventually ended up being futile when we had nothing but
her name to prove she even existed, but she was never heard
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of again. It's been close to an entire
decade since that happened, someyears after I moved to the
capital Lisbon, but I still often go north to visit my
family, and I still know that town like the palm of my hand,
and I still have no idea where that damn House of terror is.
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Something is happening. I live out in the middle of
nowhere. I moved.
Here two months ago and my parents are coming to visit me.
When I searched my house on Google to give them directions,
I noticed a small box behind my house which seems to be a
trailer of some sort. I own a lot of land out here.
It's my property. I own about 3 square miles now.
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I went out a few minutes ago andthe trailer is a three to four
minute walk into the woods. There's a light on in the
trailer but there's no road or anything that connects it.
It's pretty deep in the woods. The road I live on goes far out
and I'm the last house on the street.
I'm thinking about going to investigate, should I?
Here is a layout of my property.The trailer seems to be in
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decent condition, not the best condition so let's say fair
condition. Yes, but I'm kind of scared
somebody is living in it. It's known that homeless people
take shelter in old barns out around here.
Yep. I have a shotgun and a rifle and
a few handguns. The woods are deep and heavy,
tons of weeds and shit. It's hard to get through.
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Well it's possible they are using some power source rather
than country power such as a generator or something.
It's I'm not very rich. This property costs about 25
grand worth of land. It's in the middle of nowhere.
The closest McDonald's is an hour away.
The closest Walmart is a good 20to 30 minutes.
The biggest town near me has a population of 15,000 people and
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that's 30 minutes away. I have 3 square miles and never
been anywhere except the barn onmy property.
There was a river somewhere on it, but I've never been to it.
I've no clue. To be honest, I know a friend of
mine had a whole city of homeless people living in the
woods on his property a mile from civilization and tents.
I wouldn't doubt if there's a homeless camp somewhere in my
property too. Anyways, I'm going to go check
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it. It takes 3 to 4 minutes to get
there so I'll be back in like 15.
All right guys, sorry to break the bad news.
It turns out somebody is in factliving there and has been living
off the land for around a year now.
When I walked up to the house I saw a shadow looking out the
window. So at that point I really had no
choice but to go up and knock. So I did and there was a man in
his late 40s or early 50s. He admitted that he was stealing
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power from me. However, other than that he has
been living off the land and even as a garden and really
hunts for food. I'm probably not going to evict
him or anything. I could careless as long as the
guy's friendly. I told him to come over tomorrow
and we can talk. I was going to take some
pictures but it was dark and he would know I was taking
pictures. Because of the.
Flash, I don't want to anger himor something, so I guess I'm
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going to talk with him in the morning.
I will, most likely. I'll let him stay.
Sorry for the boring ending, nobody died tonight.
But wait, there's more. Well fuck now I heard a gunshot.
I didn't shoot off a gun and it sounded like he was from a
distance. He wasn't shooting at me.
Somebody's knocking at my door. I see two shadows, not one.
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This guy's not alone. I'm not answering the door.
I'm staying in my house. I have a shotgun and I'm in a
good position. I have a handgun and assault
rifle as well. I'm in the corner so I don't
have to watch my back. I fired a warning shot for my
handgun and they are now yellingat me.
I'm not entirely sure what they are yelling at.
I shot at my wall. They are ugly anyways and need
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repainted. Fuck, they just broke my window.
Now I'm just shooting the general area of where they are.
They have not fired back at me except that from the gunshot I
heard earlier. I've now called the police and
they are on their way. They should be here in 15 to 20
minutes. I shot 1 and killed one.
The other is retreated. The police are on their way but
one of them is on the porch witha gunshot wound at the chest.
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I'm going to take a picture realfast for you guys.
I'm kind of scared to go out andget a picture so I hope a
picture through the window is OK.
Guys, my house is on fucking fire.
The other guy lit him on fire. I'm now in my car going down the
road. Also to be clear, I'm not
driving and using 4 Chan I'm stopped.
The guy doesn't have a car so I drove away and parked up the
road a bit. I'm going to get a picture of
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the smoke coming from my house. Picture of the fire.
I'm sorry a timestamp is kind ofdark.
I have a shitty phone. The police are on the scene
along with a few fire trucks. They got here pretty fast, much
faster than they said. I actually parked a little away
from the house. To be fair, I'm not really
worried about the. Guy I have a gun and I will just
shoot him. I think he's on the run now.
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I don't think he's going to waitfor the police.
They brought 2 police cars in one ambulance.
I told them I was being shot at so I guess they went all out.
I'm not really on my phone, I'm on my tablet.
Would you like a picture of it as well?
I told you I was on my phone because it's easier than saying
I'm on my tablet. My tablet doesn't have a camera,
my phone does. Guys, I'm being detained and I
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have been asked to get out of mycar.
Sorry, I'm being arrested it seems.
Might just be temporary thing but the cop isn't taking no for
an answer. Sorry.
Watch the news in mourning for this.
Now we wait. Godspeed, OPI.
Want to make a green text gang stalking thread?
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Be me homeless travellers, dirtykid.
Live my life riding freight trains and heading to random
places. Was at a truck stop outside of
Pearl Missouri and noticed a black GMCSUV with Virginia
license plates. It was just sitting there,
looked like someone was in therewatching me.
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Decided to kick rocks from truckstop on an hour later and head
to the hop out. Notice the SUV start moving and
kind of following me. Gets a hot putt and get on train
ride through an RRX in a few minutes later and see the same
SUV sitting there. Think nothing of it.
So I get off the train in Sweetwater, TX and get a motel
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for two nights the next morning.The very next morning and I look
out the windows and see a fucking black GMCSUV with
Virginia license plates. I kind of shrug and tell myself
it's a coincidence. Anyways, I hop out back east to
Fort Worth, make my way to Chicago.
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When I got off the train and Joylet I see the same black SUV in
a parking lot, this time unoccupied.
So I try to tell myself it's a coincidence, that I'm imagining
this and being paranoid. So I make a scratch on the
driver's side door with my pocket knife in the shape of a
small ZI would notice it if I seen the thing again.
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Went to Buffalo and saw the sameSUV and yes, I had the Z on it.
I shit myself, I freaked out, I tried calling the cops, they
just mocked me, acted like I wassome tweaker or some shit.
I don't do drugs. I try to confront the person in
the SUV but they always drive off.
They are always parked in a way where if I start heading to them
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they can just leave fast. So here I am in Minot and guess
what? I saw it again.
What the fuck is happening? What the fuck do these people
want? I know this isn't much or not
very interesting but I seen another train rider slash hobo
slash dirty kid post on this board in the past so I figure I
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share my experiences. I feel agencies or people just
target people like me because they can.
Get away with whatever the fuck they're doing.
I know I am not being. Paranoid I get discredited a
lot. What the fuck is so interesting
about me? Unlike the other hobo that
posted in here, I do not have a dog.
I travel with my girlfriend. Right now I'm waiting for a
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train to British Columbia to show and figure I start a green
text thread on X. What are you involved in that
could possibly interest them? The only thing I can think of
was in 2012 I was squatting in abig abandoned factory in
Asheville next to a hop out. Lots of other travelers squatted
there for a night or two. On the other wing of the
building there were homebounds that lived there, they never got
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in their way or space. Anyways I stayed there at night
due to extremely heavy rain and one of the home bombs was
murdered that night. Like ritualistic style murderer
by some type of vampire colt in Asheville.
I only know because I got woken up by APD and questioned about
people that were there and I told them the truth.
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I got off a train 2 nights ago, was going to catch last night
but rain came in so I passed down the squat.
I didn't know or notice anythingstrange other than a van that
parked in the River Arts District parking lot all day and
night with nobody. In it and when the cops woke me
up the van was gone. I cannot think of anything else.
The factory got knocked down apparently.
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Hello XI, have something that might be of interest to you?
It concerns what my team and I found under the Great Sphinx in
the Egyptian city of Giza. I know the very first question
you'll ask is why we would ever go searching underneath a place
like that, and for what possiblepurpose.
I'll keep it brief for you. Have you ever heard of an
American author by the name of John Anthony W?
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Did you know that during the early 90s, he and a team of
archaeologists carried out a series of seismological and
geological tests around the Great Sphinx?
The results of his tests caught everyone's attention, Ours
especially. His test revealed the existence
of unexplored tunnels in the bedrock beneath the monument.
His team was subsequently thrownout of the site by Egyptian
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authorities. And we got.
Involved around this time, who we are is of no importance, at
least not to you anyway. The only thing I will mention is
the obvious. We are a group with some sort of
connection to the United States government and we're assigned
this task due to certain degree knowledge and expertise that we
possess. Green text will begin from here
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in order to make the events thathappened a little easier to
follow. Received our mission and arrived
in Giza during the summer of 1995, tasked with excavation and
transport by the local government.
Told to recover whatever we possibly could from the tunnels
beneath these Sphinx by the US government, Local officials
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fiend ignorance at the possibility of tunnels or
valuables underneath the Sphinx.Have an assistant with me
assigned to the task, let's callhim Josh.
Josh is complaining about a lackof information, is seriously
worried about being sent in blind and the dangers that we
might encounter. I tell him to calm down, tell
him the mission will go smoothlyat there's probably some gems or
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treasure down there at most. Arrive at the monolith, can see
the pyramids of Giza just beyondit, partially covered by up a
thick layer of fog and dust. I pull out a cigarette before we
head in and ask Josh if he shouldn't himself yet.
Tells me he has a bad feeling about the mission, but I dismiss
it. Once again thinks that the
mission can't be as straightforward as it seems.
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Otherwise, why hire us? Just shrug, Adam, money is
money. I don't care what we have to do,
it's all the same to me. Senior seismologist runs over to
us and tells us that we're finally good to go.
They've managed to breakthrough.Josh asked him if they managed
to take a look down below. Tell us he had a glimpse of
something and that the chamber seemed empty.
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Empty. Ask him what he means.
Tells me they didn't see anything down there at all.
No urns, no gold, no valuables, just four walls.
What the fuck? At least the job will be easy.
Ask him if he thinks someone beat us to it and took
everything before we could get there.
Tells me it's unlikely, but stranger things have happened.
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I just nodded. Say that.
We better get it over with. We suited up in full hazmat
suits just in case, and made ourway over to the base of the
Sphinx. We're also equipped with an
industrial flashlight each. I approached the gaping drill
hole near the statues right paw.I got down into a sitting
position and then began climbingdown using a rope ladder.
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Josh is close behind me, immediately hit a wall of
darkness. My feet hit the ground and I
turn on my flashlight as fast aspossible.
It was exactly as he said, fucking empty.
I was just standing in the middle of this vast cavern like
space with nothing of value at all to be seen.
The place was quite large and the hollowness of the
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subterranean space made amplified every movement and
made them seem incredibly strange and eerie.
There was a steady stream of sand trickling from a small
crack in the ceiling. I decided it was best not to
linger and finish her job as quickly as possible.
I told Josh to move his ass and get into gear as explored
further, and we noticed a lot oficonography on the walls.
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I was worn heavily by the passage of time.
The usual Egyptian stuff, depictions of RAW, the Eye of
Horus, even portrayals of Osirisand Thoth were all across the
walls. It looked like they were telling
a story of some kind. Anubis emblazoned across the
wall, judging the souls of the dead, with displays of all sorts
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of monsters along the width of it too.
Josh starts to speak up to get my attention, tells me to come
look. Josh is just standing there with
his flashlight raised towards a wall at the far end of the
chamber. On the wall there was another
icon, a God I had never seen before in my life.
Below it was the lid of a sarcophagus.
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It was standing upright against the wall and looked to be
embedded with the sandstone itself.
Perhaps this place was a tomb. Decided to go over and check out
the find. Wasn't particularly worried
about anything. It was likely empty anyway and I
was just checking to be sure. Started to notice more details
once it got closer to it. The design of the coffin was not
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like a typical Egyptian one thatyou'd see in the history book at
all. The design of the coffin was
human in the face, but it had feline shaped paws folded over
its body. The design really irked me for
some reason, and I could not figure out why at all.
It seemed to be somewhat similarto the iconography that it was
placed underneath, but I couldn't say for sure whether
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they were the same. If it was a coincidence, it was
definitely a strange one. I placed my gloved hand over the
lid and leaned in closer to inspect the details.
The wall had molded itself around the coffin.
It was fit around it like a cast.
Josh speaks up again. He asked me what I'm doing, I
replied back sarcastically and he told me to be careful, that
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he was worried. I started telling him to go home
if he was going to be such a coward.
Just as I finished my sentence, I felt a surge of pain shooting
through my head. I almost bit my tongue it hurt
so bad. It felt as if.
Someone had driven A dagger deepinto my brain and just kept
pushing and pushing it. The pain just kept amplifying
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until it was overwhelming. I stepped back, fully consumed
by the pain that was shooting throughout my body.
I started clawing at my hazmat suited vein, hoping that tearing
it off might relieve some of thepain.
I couldn't escape it no matter what I did.
I wish I'd died, that is how unbearable the pain was.
I lost my balance completely andhit the ground hard.
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I could hear the slow motion vibrations on the ground, so I
assume Josh rushed over to me. All I could do is squirm on the
ground and hope for it to go away.
The last thing I saw was the outline of Josh as my vision
started to fade to black. He tried to reach out to me but
I couldn't respond no matter howhard I tried.
He picked up my radio and was frantically trying to contact
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someone. I woke up, kind of.
I woke up to pure blackness, like I felt conscious and awake
but I could only see pure black.Time Team this shift for me.
Once I woke up I couldn't tell how much time had passed or what
was going on. All I had was infinite
blackness. It was barren and lifeless with
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no sound at all. It was madding.
The second just seemed to go on forever as my vision drifted in
and out of focus until I finallysaw my saving grace.
I could see a light in the distance.
It wasn't just one light, there was a multitude of them.
They seemed to be as bright as stars in the night sky, except
they were incredibly close to me.
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I didn't realize it until that moment when I noticed their
gleam reflecting back off of it.Now suddenly standing in water.
A massive expanse of knee deep water seemingly out of nowhere.
I looked down back at myself again just to confirm that I was
really there and actually real. I needed to know whether I was
hallucinated or not. I was also completely fucking
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nude for no reason. There were waves of warm water
hitting my thighs in my entire body relentlessly.
My moment of respite only lastedfor a moment before I was thrown
back into action once again. It was a voice.
A voice here with me in whateverthis place was.
It wasn't Josh. It was a stranger.
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No one from the site or the medical team.
He was old, incredibly old. His face was covered with an
array of scars and wrinkles thatcombined together.
It was the same height as me, maybe even slightly taller.
It was hard to tell. At the same time, due to the
haziness of my mind and the deception of the water, his body
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was incredibly built. He had the body of an athlete in
his prime and showed no wear andtear at all.
He was wearing some strange clothes, a tunic I think it
looks like pure white. The most striking thing about
his appearance though was the wolf pelt that hung around his
neck that he wore like a scarf. The animal skull sat the top of
his shoulders like he was fucking Hercules and I just
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slammed the beast himself. I finally managed to stutter out
some words and ask him who the fuck he was and what he was
doing in the cordoned off dig site.
There was absolutely no way he should have been able to get
down there with all these workers unless he'd been down
here before we got there. The old man just sighed and
stared deep into my soul. Every move he made had me on
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edge. He told me that I'd invaded his
temple, ransacked it, and made amockery of him by not knowing
his name. I just stood there speechless.
It was like I was getting scolded by my mom and dad.
For some reason. I felt like I should apologize
even though I had no idea what Ihad done wrong.
He cut me off before I could speak though.
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He told me his name, but I didn't really know how to
pronounce it. I think he said something like
what? Pennsylvania, what?
What? But I've never heard of that
before. He told me his brother was the
famous one. I asked him where I was, but he
just asked me where I thought I was.
I only had a vague idea that I hoped is wrong.
I asked him if I was dead. He told me no.
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He told me that the afterlife was only for the deserving.
He brought his hands out from behind his back and made a
twirling motion with his finger that forced me to turn around
against my will. He told me to watch carefully
and study what he was going to show me.
He told me it was my doing. I can only watch in horror as I
saw something towering in the distance, a Titanic sized
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figure. He was showing me a creature of
impossible stature, probably thesize of a city.
It was so large that my brain could not comprehend it
properly. Its sheer size just made my
brain hurt. There were bronze chains cutting
into the creatures hide and metal rods too.
Its paws were nailed to a platform and stopped it from
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moving. Its fur was like a forest along
its body. I can't even begin to describe
its face, just dwelling on its image.
Looking at it, it made my brain spiral and turned straight into
flight mode. Its existence was like a black
hole to my mind. The man started to speak again,
asking me what I thought of the creature.
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Again. He cut me off before I could
respond, describing the creatureas beautiful.
He told me that the creature hadbeen the same since he first
encountered it. He still Withers and groans old,
but the creature never ages. I tried to cover my eyes, but my
hands are trembling too much to be able to move them.
It was then, looking down at my shaking hands that I noticed
that the water I stood in was not actually water.
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It had changed color. The water was a murky red.
I asked if I was the blood of the creature.
I asked how it could still be alive if it had lost so much
blood, but all he did was shush me.
He told me that I asked too manyquestions, that all I do is ask
and give nothing in return. I tried to ask another question,
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but before I could, one of the chains holding on the beast snap
suddenly. Both pieces of the chain fell to
the ground and caused the entire.
Place to shake which nearly knocked me off my feet and into
the liquid I was stood in one byone.
Each. Shackle began to snap off and
fall to the ground. The site was horrifying.
It is going to devour all of you, was the only word that the
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man said. He said it so.
Casually, like it was no big deal at all, I asked him what
was going to happen. If he could kill it.
If we could kill it, he told me he already had.
Again and again, a countless number of times.
He told me that the creature always comes back, each time
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stronger than ever, and that he grows weaker and weaker.
That's what this place was for. It was a tomb trapping the
creature so that when he finallylost it the creature, it still
couldn't make its way out. He told us that we ruined that
when we drilled our holes and stepped foot into this place.
He showed me more images, Imagesof the sarcophagus we had found
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being loaded onto a truck to take back to the US for study.
It had not been yet opened. I asked the man what I need to
do. There was something like a white
flash, and the next thing I knew, I was awake again, for
real this time. I was lying in my tent, sprawled
out completely, with Josh pacingnervously beside me.
He was relieved to see me conscious again.
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I went into a frenzy, explained that the sarcophagus needed to
be put back this instant, and that I would explain after I
made a full report back to base.He was completely shocked at
this sudden reaction, but he andthe rest of the workmen on the
side complied without any resistance.
I made a full in depth report the first second I could.
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I was expecting to be laughed out of my role and dealt with
accordingly, but nothing of the sort happened.
I was given a strict set of orders, which I followed to the
letter. It was in 12 hours.
A team was dispatched to us. Another team dropped by, one I'd
never seen or heard of before, and all of the workmen and me
and Josh were escorted off site.We were sent back home and
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deployed to another mission and I never heard anything about the
sarcophagus. A kiss again.
I couldn't exactly just ask about something confidential
like that. Josh was transferred shortly
afterward. He was relatively new, so it
didn't shock me all that much. Never heard from him again after
that. I couldn't help but wonder where
he ended up. I couldn't help but wonder what
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they did with the sarcophagus, or whether they ever believed me
and opened it up. Anyway, I suppose the world
hasn't ended yet, so there's that at least.
Maybe they found another way to contain it, Or maybe they found
some other secrets. Sorry that I don't really have
any more information other than that.
X. This is a difficult story to
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recall. For me, it all felt way too
real. I guess it's possible that I
just imagined it all, but that wouldn't explain why our
superiors acted so hastily. I don't know, I don't think I'll
ever find any answers. I stayed in my role for a few
more years after that, but I became so jaded quite quickly
and opted to step into a less intensive role before eventually
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retiring. I have a lot more experiences to
tell you about, but they mostly just involve exploring catacombs
for artifacts and killing certain targets, which I might
have to heavily censor just in case.
Any questions I'll try my best to answer.
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I have a store for you. Be me.
Work at a Cafe slash chocolate place out in the country on a
farm. Quiet area.
We serve homemade stuff. We normally get a lot of old
people, especially during the winters.
Summers are pretty silent. I do register serving, cooking,
anything that needs doing really.
It's not unusual to get groups of people that come regularly.
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But there was this real strange group of ladies, the Volunteer
Mothers for Proper Education or VMPE.
Self important over 40 year oldswho write letters.
And other stuff to schools demanding changes.
All had the same bumper sticker with their little committee
logo. Which was the.
Group initials on a set of stairs, black on white.
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They had 10 members. They first started coming in
2009. They seemed pretty normal at
first, but we started to notice weird patterns.
They all dressed similarly with cardigans, long dresses and
tightly done hair. Not that strange, but they never
dressed individually at all, they always ordered the same.
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Thing as the head lady, let's call her.
The controller. The controller seemed to be the
one who organized everything, plan their little committee
discussions and all that. The strictest woman I've ever
seen spoke little, never looked like she smiled once in her
life. This group always came in at
exactly 249 on the dot and got their phone at around 3:00.
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Every day they'd order somethingdifferent, but always the same
as what the controller had chosen, paid with their own
money. One day, one of the ladies in
the committee decided she didn'tfeel like the food the
controller had ordered. The controller gave her this
death stare. I've never seen somebody look so
angry. The other lady immediately
shrinks away. She orders last, getting the
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same thing as the controller. The group comebacks the next
day, but there were only nine members this time.
The lady who wanted something else was gone, completely
missing. We never saw her again.
They come back every day and order the same thing again and
again. One day there was an accident,
2011. This big metal decorative
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windmill next to the cafe collapsed and broke part of the
roof. We have to close for the week,
but it's 350. The controller demands the group
be served regardless. We're all trying to get everyone
out because there was a worry that the windmill could catch
fire because the neon sign struck to it had smashed.
I of course have to give the group their money back and
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refuse service. I get the fucking death stare
down by the controller. BD hate filled little eyes
unbelievably dark. They leave, never come back.
One day we get 9 angry abusive reviews on the site, all of them
claiming abuse, harassment and other such BS.
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Storefront windows got scratched.
Up with keys one day. No real proof to convict anyone,
but I'm pretty damn sure it was one of them.
This Goes On group keeps spreading bad rumors about a
cafe. We heard it through confused
customers, bogus delivery orders, even a false police
report one day told us a lady claimed we dealt heroin under
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the counter. Easily proven untrue.
Eventually they seem to give up.Never see them again.
A little bit later I heard from a friend who works at a diner on
the highway. About a smaller.
Incident with the group, but they only had eight members as
far as he saw 2015 a few weeks ago.
Hadn't seen anything involved inthat group for years now.
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Completely forgot until I saw a bumper sticker.
VMPE started seeing their group name everywhere.
Heard they got a new office in the Town Center funding
community events and other such stuff.
Also heard the mayor's wife had joined their group.
Never saw the original 9 ladies again except for the controller.
She came back to our Cafe, actedlike she didn't know us, asked
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to put up a flyer on our window.We say sure, she does so and
leaves. Flyer is for some school
fundraiser thing. I was pretty terrified when I
saw her to be honest. She looks like 90 now, but she
was only like 50 in 2011. She doesn't look so strict and
angry anymore. She looked tired, really really
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tired. I looked at the flyer from
outside and saw her get into hercar just outside the building
and drive off. She's driving a Ute now.
Utility vehicle, like a pickup for non Australians.
It's covered in mud and shit andbattered as hell.
She used to drive a spotless redsedan.
The back of the Ute is filled with rope.
Shovels and a few. Filled trash bags, bumper
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sticker is on the back window. VMPE.
Never saw the lady again. I still have no idea what to
think but it's left me kind of scared.
I'll post again if I find out anything else weird about the
VMPE ladies. I live in a real country ass
town, no real connection to the city and they don't have a
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website. I think they're still a pretty
small group who mostly invite moms and such.
I've got a. Picture of the front of their
office and one of their posters which I took for them.
That diner friend I mentioned. But what is the point of that
flyer? There's no phone number or
anything, is there? I don't see one.
How bizarre. Sounds like a weird little cult
to be honest though I'm a long time fan of X and stuff.
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I'm not a big believer in stuff like Colts and all that, but
this group's always been weird. I don't actually know if they
have a phone number. I can't find one.
Here's another picture from a while ago outside of high
school. I looked through my camera cards
from last year and found an ad they had up on the metal boards
they put around the football pitches.
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I blocked out the address for obvious reasons.
There's something about the way they word these things that's
hella creepy. But this thread got me thinking
and I asked a few my friends andfound out one of their moms was
a member of VMPE. This morning I went to his house
and. Asked her about it.
She said the group does shit like write petitions and send
letters to school principals andsuch to try to change a few
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rules. She gets into a group with like
5 other moms from the group every Friday and they discuss
that all seems pretty normal to be honest.
But when I asked her about the 10 ladies at the Cafe she said
she'd never seen them before andshe didn't really know anyone
else from VMPES. She doesn't know who runs it
either. That was all she knew.
Kind of unsure what to do about this now unless y'all have any
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suggestions. OK X I've been pre typing this
for a while it's a long 1. I don't know if we were just
high and we're fighting bears. Tell me if this sounds like any
supernatural shit. You know y'all stories are born
as fuck to be me. Be hell.
A good hunter, Good with a rifle, Deezen with a bow.
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Prefer mosin but we'll go with anything.
Dead of winter. Hear about this shack in the
woods where I can chill before ahunt.
Not going to give location because you guys spooked me
almost as much as the shit I saw.
Decide. Yeah bring beer.
Hunting buddies. Hell yeah.
Be chilling in cabin. 3 hunting buddies.
One brought girlfriend. Folds of fat.
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I swear we could fucking hunt her and have enough blubber to
fuel a 747. God damn she fat though.
Real bitch too. Always complaining about the
cold. Shouldn't have brought her.
Be smoking weed outside a cabin with 1 hunting buddy.
We call him Jim. Jim is a cool motherfucker.
This guy can get his hands on any fucking ammunition he wants.
This guy brought 40 fives. We have a range of cans set up
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so we can practice. Jim can fucking shoot the pull
rings off them. Jim is fucking amazing.
We chill in and up comes meat sack.
Other two guys are off hunting north of the cabin.
Bitches jow slap together as shemoans some complaint about how
cold it is. If we took 110th of the grease
she excretes and made a fire with it we could burn the entire
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forest down. She waddles inside.
It isn't even funny how fucking fat she is.
Jim is fucking with a knife he brought packing snowballs and
cutting little gills into them, making tiny fat snow fish.
I'm hungry as fuck so I go to make some beans.
I open the coburb. Fucking empty.
That bitch cleared us out. We haven't shot any meat yet so
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that isn't an option. We need to go to the town to get
more food or we eat flaps over there.
I yelled at Jim that we need more food.
Jim and I agree that we should stay and that boyfriend and meat
mistress should get food. Don't worry the story gets
spooky soon, just let me have some fun.
Other buddy is cool, we will call him Dave.
Dave and boyfriend come across the Crest of the hill and come
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down towards us. We explain the food situation.
Dave fucking laughs and they decided that Dave should stay
with us at the cabin. Yo also ain't on.
There's like 3 bears over the hill.
We didn't get a good look at them, but I would hold off on
hunting anything other than cans.
We have 45mm ammo motherfucker. Bears can suck my Dick.
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Pork Princess and her wheelbarrow operator head down
the mountain to go get food. This is when we get fucked.
We can't hunt, so we have to resort to emergency rations.
We have emergency rations and a crate behind the cabin, but we
need to ration them. We head around the cabin and
open the crate. Fucking nothing.
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That bitch ate our emergency rations.
Fuck dude, this is where shit goes down.
The last bit was just fucking around.
Shit gets worse, Blizzard hits hard and the road up the
mountain closes before beef bitch and a lackey get back.
Shit pissing. Fuck, now we really need to
hunt. Dave protest talking about bears
and shit. It's fucking winter Dave.
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Bears hibernated. Winter Dave swears he saw bears.
Jim and I leave them and head tothe top of the hill.
Everything is crisp and white. Fuck yes I'm packing a mozin
M901/30/PU. Jim is testing out some Chinese
marksmen. We sit and wait watching the
tree line for movement. Oh fuck yes.
We see something along the western side.
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Hedge line looks large meet. Get Jim to take first shot, his
scope is better. Extremely loud go def recoil was
insane. Jim is in shock.
Look through scope, no movement.Wait, what's that see?
Hair and pink skin. Oh shit, we shot a person.
Fuck me, keep going. Holy fucking shit, this massive
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fucking jumble. Flesh comes rocketing out of the
Bush, heading east. I can barely keep track of it,
it looks like a weird pink blur.The thing pivots and is now
rocketing towards us. I load my MO's in as fast as I
can. My hands are really fucking cold
though. This is how I die.
Jim reddies his rifle. The thing trips and topples,
losing momentum. The thing quivers and shakes
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like jello. Now that it's still, we can see
that it's this giant flesh colored mess of human bits.
Like it has limbs for hair, but it also has hair.
At this point The thing is stillpretty far away.
Also pretty sure that this is a fetish for someone.
It starts to get up. Nope Nope Nope no.
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We bolt the fuck back to the cabin with this thing in
distance. The thing starts howling really
fucking loud. We can still hear it when we get
to the cabin. What the fuck is going on Aeton?
Dave, you ignorant fool. We barricade the door and fast
for two days before boyfriend and his ham hooker come back.
Jim and I haven't told anyone what we saw, haven't even talked
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to each other. We also got really fucking mad
at boyfriend and his fucking beef baby.
So sound like anything you guys have heard of or at least we
just stoned out of our minds. I can't remember.
My theory is that is flesh gate slash skinwalker.
I tried to imitate the land whale but didn't finish the
transformation because the land whale is too fat to scan
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properly and that she left and probably thinks it can nab Queen
Lard ass it can survive the next5 winters without hunting in any
other critters. And all right guys, that wraps
up some unsettling stories from 4 Chan.
I loved all these stories in this video.
I thought they were really entertaining, really interesting
and really unique. This is probably one of my
favorite 4 Chan storage videos ever to be honest.
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I just really, really enjoyed ita lot and hopefully you enjoyed
it as well. If you did, please comment down
below what you enjoyed, what youwould like to see change and
that sort of stuff. I appreciate watching to the end
of the video means so much. Please like and subscribe.
It helps more than you would ever know.
And yeah, that wraps up today's video.
This is Snook and I'll see you next time.
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Bye.
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