Weird Stories From 4Chan

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Story from 4:00. Chan, anyone else here never had

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any sort of scary experience at all in their life?
Yes. Yeah, actually I have one from
about two years ago. Never posted it, should I?
The answer begins with AY and rhymes with the word yes.
Not made-up for giggles. This is something that actually
happened and I'm not the only witness.
Move to Sierra Nevadas for college.

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Before you asked, who in the right mind built a College in
the middle of effing nowhere altitude of 3000?
It's a very small and poor school.
Arrived there with basically just a scholarship and the
clothes on my back. Still 17 so I had to live at the
dorms. Dorms there weren't actually run
by the school, but a private company, so they're more like

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apartments. Shitty, infested, dilapidated
apartments crammed full of students.
Me and a bunch of other first year students arrived several
weeks before school starts to get comfortable with her
roommates, make friends, etcetera.
One of my roommates is involved with this story.
Mexican boy, we'll call him Juan.
Juan has a friend who came to this college with him, Polish

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guy. We'll call him Meat because he
was fat. Meat is actually a really cool
guy. We go over to his dorm building
regularly at summer to hang out and drink.
He shares a bedroom with a gay kid I knew in high school, and
the other bedroom in his dorm belongs to some kind of
reclusive guy we'll call the gayguy Freddie and the recluse
Tyler. Hangouts at their place are

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nice, but the campus itself is gorgeous and always a huge step
up from our shithole rooms, so we often make plans to go out of
the forest. Campus has a shit ton of trails
that just run off of the school property and deep into the
woods. Lovely sights, lots of rock
climbing for me and the boys allaround 10 out of 10 locale. me
and I go hiking and climbing outthere often, but we never take

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one particular trail because when we tried hiking it one day
it turned out to be very narrow with a massive sheer Cliff drop,
the kind that makes you nauseousand uneasy just being close to
it. Me invites 2 friends over one
weekend to crash in his living room and we all booze it up at
his place for a couple of nights.
Good times had by all. Continue the second night,

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Freddy and me have the genius idea to haze these two guys by
taking them out into the pitch Black Forest frat boys.
This sets off alarms for me already because I'm not a effing
R word and this place is ripe for X shenanigans.
Maybe I'm too paranoid on an account for practically being
breastfed on image boards, but this is not the place to
drunkenly Dick around at night. Literally built on an Indian

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burial ground for starters. And another thing, the woods
directly behind the dorms are too thick and slope ridden for
anyone to diverse, so they're fenced off.
Despite this, I had heard strange noises out there while
walking. Night time runs the laundromat,
so initially I tell the guys I'mstaying at the apartment.
When Fred explains that they'll be taking trails instead of

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dragging these poor boys into the woods next to us, I decide
to tag along. At first it's a few minutes of
light hearted chatter as we makeour way towards campus.
Suddenly a couple others and myself stopped dead.
Copper and blood smell? Nope.
Music. Generic house party music.

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Someone must be having a good time out here.
We all agreed to drop the whole hazing thing if we can find the
source of the music and meet up with some evidently very party
friendly students. Only one problem, it seems like
the music is coming from that inaccessible part of the woods.
We spent a couple minutes looking for a viable way around
the fence and in the direction of the party, when suddenly it

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all goes quiet. Then I hear it.
Music coming from up the hill towards the main part of campus
with all the buildings. At first the others don't hear
it, but once it gets a little louder they stop questioning me.
Who the hell is playing music atschool in the dead of night?
We reason that we must have heard the reverberations of the
song come off the trees and amble our way up the path to

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campus. Continue.
I'm assume it's not pre typed. This will be a bit.
When we Crest up the hill, we see that all the lights are off
and nobody's insight can't hear music anymore.
Now we're confused, a little frustrated, and somewhat
intrigued by this strange turn of events.
While we're arguing about what to do next, the music picks up

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again. We all hear it at nearly the
same time and look in the same direction.
It's coming from the library across the lake.
It's still totally dark in there, but maybe they're having
the big bash in the courtyard onthe other side.
Never underestimate the motivational power held by the
prospect of free food. We all Sprint around the lake
and when we reach the other side, guess what?

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It's nothing. Once again, no music.
At this point, we're all riled up because we're distinctly
hearing these songs come from specific directions only to find
nothing upon investigation. It may not sound that
exasperating, but when you're experience it in real time, it
makes you feel like you're taking crazy pills.

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Plus, we're extremely far away from where we first heard the
music. At this point, we couldn't have
heard sounds of the library fromall the way back to the dorm.
The source of the music is moving.
We're all pretty spooked by thisconcept since none of us are
drunk enough to ignore what's going on.
We start cracking jokes about being in a horror movie and
collectively agree to go home. Suddenly, chaos.

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I start hearing the music from back by the 1st building.
Juan hears it to meet, hears it coming from another building in
the other direction, but one of his friends says he hears it in
the distance of another hill. We scatter.
Some of us take off towards the sounds we hear, others are
trying not to get separated. I'm hell bent on finding
whatever is causing this. I'll spare you the details, but

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this goes on for at least another 10 minutes, just us
making a beeline for wherever wehear the song playing before it
suddenly pops up somewhere else.Eventually we all reconvene,
partially because we want to stick together, but mostly
because we're all hearing it come from the same general area.
Now, I still remember this moment so effing distinctly.

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We all gathered up and ran uphill towards the music, and
this time I can make out what was actually playing.
It was journey, go figure. We're all hyper and shaken from
the strange midnight adventure, but that's part of what
convinces us to go further and find an answer, Make our way
back to the end of campus. Music appears to be coming from
one of the trails that leads offinto the woods.

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You know, now that I actually say that, I realized we really
were our words. The trail doesn't actually reach
us, instead running all the way back up towards the dorm parking
lot. We have to walk across a
drainage pipe over a large drop to cross over onto it, unless we
want to double back and start over from the very beginning of
the trail at the lot. It's not the kind of fall that
would kill you, but the kind that would still F you up.

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We gingerly crossed the pipe single file.
Once on the trail, we quickly find ourselves devoid of
moonlight, the trees hanging above leaving us in total
darkness. We break out our phones and
advance by flashlight into the darkness to the tune of any way
you want it. We hike for a while.
Meats and I are upfront. His friends are giggling like
schoolgirls, each of them too afraid to be the guy in back who

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gets left behind and picked off.We all stopped moving again when
me and I noticed something, a small wooden bridge running over
a Creek to our left. As unsettling as it looks in the
dark, we're not bothered becauseof the gloom, it's because we
recognize the spot. We're on our way to the Cliff.
Fred cracks a joke about how we are going to bring the other two

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out here for hazing anyway. I think he just wanted to take
the edge off me and I tell them that we shouldn't be bringing
people out here in the dark and that we're going home soon.
Keep going, I'm enjoying this. I second this.
Go on, bruv. Why the fuck?
Would you guys go towards the sound of Journey Fucking on?
I'm hooked. Keep going.
The music is still playing, clearer than ever before, not

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too far away and completely uninterrupted.
We all know we couldn't have heard this back at the start of
our trek. Doesn't matter, we continue.
Our lights are pointed at our feet and we watch each step as
we take. The path narrows and then we
find it. At first I miss it completely
and keep walking, but some of the other guys behind me hit it
with their lights and we all stopped.

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It's a cave, not the type of rocky overhang cave with levels
of footing you imagine when you think of a cave.
It descends at a steep angle into the Cliff wall to our left.
Supposedly there is water down there as the Creek runs into the
mountainside, but that's not thesound of water coming from in
The Cave. That's journey.
This is where we all draw the line.

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I say, well, there's our proof, guys.
There's no way there are people down there.
Whatever's inside, it's not a party.
We have no guns. Hell, I'm pretty sure none of us
brought knives. Even as a group, we are
completely helpless to tangle with whatever was out there.
Juan is visibly shaken. You people do whatever you want,
but I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Who's with me? Everyone is with you.

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Juan, Fred and I light up the path behind us as we all return
the way we came, huddled close and a lot less jovial than
before. Occasional remarks akin to what
was that plague or return, but we make it back to the lot
without incident. Call it a night, play video and
go the fuck to sleep. Sorry for not pre typing but

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believe me, shit hasn't even started yet.
The next morning. The consensus among the group is
that what we experience has no logical, natural explanation.
What happened that night simply couldn't be explained by
anything conventional. This really bothers me because
at this point in my life, I'm a staunch believer of what is
widely accepted as fact. The supernatural is largely out

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of the question. That changes soon.
A few days after Meade's friendsgo home, I went for an afternoon
walk in the woods with all reading.
Wasn't paying attention to my surroundings.
I was just wandering around while I studied for an upcoming
English course. Before too long, I find myself
on that trail. I decide that since it's
daylight and there's nothing unusual going on, I should

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investigate. Walk aways down the path, past
the drainage pipe, into the trees, past the bridge to The
Cave. Wait my face when there is no
cave. I don't care if this sounds
uncreative or you think it's total bullshit.
There was no cave. I look around for the massive
hole in the Cliff side and myself and six other nearly

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sober men saw just a few nights ago, pacing back and forth
across this one stretch of trailfor several minutes like a
moron. Nothing.
I go back to the dorms to break the astonishing news to my
colleagues. Juan wants nothing to do with
it. I bring up The Cave and he
instantly tells me not to botherhim about it.
The more I press him, the more upset he gets.
He's clearly terrified, so I give up on him.

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Go to Fred's dorm instead. Him and Mead are in the living
room. Tyler shut up in his room on the
computer. Bet you forgot about Tyler.
You'd be forgiven for forgettingabout Tyler, but you sure as
well won't forget about Tyler again.
I probably never will tell the other two about the vanishing
cave. Apparently I roll a Nat 20 on
the persuasion check because they actually believe me.

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We brain store over burgers and decide that we're all going back
there with knives, boots, and full phone batteries to look for
The Cave at night since it's notthere during the day.
The next night I meet them at their dorm for dinner.
Fred and me to have brought Tyler up to speed and convinced
him to come with. We scarf down our dinner, throw
back a shot, and March out onto the lot.

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It's not quite as late this time, but the sun has still long
since set. It's about 10:00 PM when we
begin our hike, and of course, as soon as we're on the trail,
Music. Mead's friends were honestly the
life of the party. We're a lot more serious and
somber this time. I take the front while Fred
keeps an eye behind. Don't stop believing.
Serenading us as we trek furtherin, past the pipe, into the

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trees, past the bridge. We stop.
This was a terrible idea. me andI look at each other.
I think I see tears welling up in his eyes.
I can feel hair stand up on the back of my neck.
We're all scared stiff, shootingour lights at every shadow in
our periphery. We never clammed up like this
before. What's the problem?

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I tell you the problem. There's no music.
It's dead quiet out here. Like the noise just faded away
into silence. Now shit hits the fucking fan.
Meats. Phone suddenly dies from 98%
battery, lights out. Oh fuck no.
We all turn around to run back from what had to have been a
mere couple meters behind us, music blasting at Max volume.

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Instantly we're running full tilt.
Freddy takes off like Usain Bolt.
I was in the back, but I overtake Tyler and meet within
seconds. You know that phrase they use of
bears or bulls or whatever? I don't have to outrun it.
I just have to outrun you. It's a total joke.
I didn't feel any safer being ahead of those two.
Corrine passed the bridge, out the trees, past the pipe.

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Thud, turn around. Meats has completely face
planted on the trail a few yardsback, cleanly illuminated by
moonlight. Cliche dodge here.
I don't see some unholy beasts telling us as I look behind him.
Music is still loud and close, but all I see is Tyler bringing
up the rear at a Sprint. He runs.
Clean pass. Meat doesn't turn my direction,

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sprints right across the pipe and out of sight.
Dude, no, what the hell are you doing?
Meat is no slouch. He picks himself up almost
instantly and is on my heels within seconds.
We blast the rest of the way back, and soon we catch Freddie
up on the way to the lot, catch our breath under a street light
with a few students hanging around outside, and know music.
We feel safe enough to stand there for a while and collect

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our thoughts. We're all terrified, but we're
not recounting events differently.
We know what happened. Nobody saw anything, but what we
heard was enough. Something unnatural was going on
out there, you know? Wasn't our friend.
Speaking of our friend, where's Tyler?
Yeah, it's one of those stories.Really wish it wasn't.
I tell Freddie what happened andwe all agreed to wait in the lot

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for Tyler to get back. A couple minutes later we see
him walking up the road back to us from the direction of the
campus. He's greeted with smiles and
sighs of relief and we all head back to the dorm.
His story is the same as ours. Didn't see anything, just ran
back to the parking lot from campus after he crossed the
drainage pipe. And so I thought the story
ended. My first and only experience

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with the unexplainable. Forever changing my views on
what is and is not plausible. That night I go home to my dorm
and do my best to rest. Definitely not telling Juan
about this. Definitely telling everyone else
though. It becomes a great party story,
especially after me and I buddy up and start frequenting the
same places since I have someoneto corroborate my every detail.

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But unfortunately things don't stay so light hearted.
The first red flag I notice is Freddie.
Less than a month after that night, he just packs his shit
and leaves the dorms for good. Paid a huge sum just to go back
on his lease and everything. I saw very little of them, but
once I did catch him on one of his trips to the dorms, I asked
him why he was doing all this. I mean, paying all this money

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and moving all of his stuff intothis apartment only to move it
all the way back out two months later sounded stupid.
He was really dodgy with me, barely spoke at all, just said
that it was what he needed to doand kept packing.
I still frequent meets place after that and even started
crashing on Fred's old bed once Juan proved to be a terrible
roommate. Barely ever saw Tyler.

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Pretty sure I can count on one hand the number of times I
spotted him, and I probably onlyneed about two hands to count
the number of words he spoke total.
I focused on my studies mostly so I wasn't really aware of what
was going on with the others. Damn this is good.
I'm glad you guys like it. I'll continue in the morning.
This was draining a shit and I think girlfriend is a little
cranky. I spent 4 hours on a Mongolian

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basket. We've informed today, we'll
update ASAP. Dude no finish this shit.
Fuck you the thread will he close by tomorrow.
You baited us with the Tyler Bean BBN unforgettable part.
Finish it. Unless it's a fake story and you
can't think of an ending. In that case don't bother bruh
just chill and wait till tomorrow like the rest of us.

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That feeling when a none doesn'tdeliver.
Well. Threads not closed.
Also, I don't have to think up the ending because the ending
was this week LMAO. When our first semester ended, I
moved out of my old dorm and in with Mead and Tyler.
Coming back from vacation. I found the place to be a total
pigsty. Mead didn't get back until a few
days after I did, but from what I could tell, Tyler never left.

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That's not unusual though, some students stayed in the dorms.
I just noted that at the time because his parents were only a
couple hours away by car. Speaking of his parents, I met
them a couple months after moving.
Mom and dad are still together. Nice people were very polite
with me when they came to visit.They talked to Tyler in his room
for a while. I didn't Snoop for obvious
reasons. With the benefit of hindsight, I

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think they were concerned about him.
He smelled really bad, not copper and blood, but I'm pretty
certain he just never washed. He also stopped attending his
classes so it makes sense that they were getting nervous he was
going full neat. Every time I try to make
conversation with him, he gives a response that sounds like Siri
attempting small talk. Just so devastatingly awkward

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that I don't even know how to reply.
So me and I continue with our routines and between the gym,
our classes, and various house parties, him and I stay pretty
occupied and Tyler has the dorm largely to himself.
We both make jokes about how unusually he behaves.
One day we do a potluck with ourneighbors.

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The apartment next door is a girls dorm. 2 fatties and two
eight out of 10s. We had been hanging out with
them periodically and they're pretty nice to us.
So when they offered to do a potluck with us, me and I were
actually put some effort into whipping up some good food.
At one point in the planning stage, one of the mentions to
meet that we should bring Tyler.I did not find this out until
the day of. It was a good time, but Tyler

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acted so bizarrely that even ourneighbors were talking about it.
Never brought any food Wolf downto plates of food before most of
us had even touched ours. Walks out the door within 30
minutes of arriving without saying anything to anyone.
Presumably back to his bedroom before he bailed.
We took a group picture on one of the girls Polaroids.
We're all sat around the table and giving the camera our best

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smile. Except Tyler of course.
I don't remember whose camera itwas, but I'm still on good terms
with one of the girls so I'll ask her if she has it.
Fingers crossed she does so I can post a picture of the
Polaroid for you guys. We gossip about Tyler being
impressively rude for a little, but mostly just want to enjoy
the potluck that night. Afterwards I had a quick little

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chat with meats in the lot and we both agreed not to bring
Tyler anywhere anymore. At this point I'm still writing
him off as AR word. I'm not Easy to convince
yourself something supernatural is going on when these events
are spaced out by several months.
One night I'm telling my too spooky story at a house party to
a few people, including the guy named David.

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I'm fine with using his real name because he's not closely
tied to the story and would later become good friends.
David isn't a student, but he throws great parties and he
knows a lot of my college since nearly everyone that frequents
this place goes there. He brings up Native American
lore regarding cryptids in our area.
Says there are supposedly creatures that lure you to your
death using near perfect imitation.

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That there must be one in the woods that has listened to
plenty of party music. Of course, I know what he's
talking about, so I get to chatting with him about
skinwalkers, and with his help, I tell the Anasi Goatman story
to a small crowd of buzzed college kids.
It was lots of fun, but when Mead heard what we were talking
about, he's apparently started thinking a little too hard.
After driving me home, he startssaying we needed to have a talk.

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We get into our apartment. Mead says to check on Tyler and
see if he's awake. I open the door to his room.
He's not even here. All I see is copious amounts of
garbage piled up on his floor. Room smells like a trash can, so
I close the door, tell Meat he'snot home.
We both take a seat in the living room and Meat starts
talking. That stuff you're talking about

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tonight kind of reminds me Tyler.
His tone is somewhat humorous, but I can tell us both.
Tensing up, I ask him what he means.
The stuff you and David were telling stories about.
You know how it pretended to be someone that had killed and it
acted all unnerving and smelled,really.
Bad. Oh yeah, that.
Those things are crazy sounding,aren't they?

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Why am I avoiding saying the word?
Yeah, I mean, just saying, what if a roommate's been replaced
with like one of those laughs? Why is he avoiding saying the
word? You think Tyler is a ha ha
skinwalker? Roughly 7 or 8 seconds of
silence, the front door knob starts turning me and I both
scream and jump back from the entryway.

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Like not 5 year old girl screams, but still grown ass men
screaming over a door knob. Tyler walks in, both of us wide
eye and seeing him as he steps in the doorway.
What? I'll go on record saying that
what I did here was probably my one big mistake.
I could have been spared a lot of trouble if I just shut my
mouth. After a couple seconds of

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standing there sizing up Tyler, me and I both relax and start
laughing a little. We just, we're just talking
about that scary shit we saw in the woods way back when we were
moving in. You know, we're thinking about
maybe it was this Native American legend, a skinwalker.
They can pretend to be people. So we're joking about it,
pretending to be you, and then boom, you walk through the door.
Scared the shit out of us. me and I are laughing pretty

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heartily now. At the time, I just felt like we
were being idiots and coming clean was the best way to defuse
the situation. It was not.
Tyler just gives us a little chuckle and goes to his bedroom.
me and I continue to joke about it.
That night as we head to bed I can't sleep, too nervous.
Keep thinking about how much sense this skinwalker theory
makes. Lock the bedroom door and

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window. Stay out for a few hours on my
phone until exhaustion thwinns. Days pass, never see Tyler,
don't want to never be around the back end of the apartment to
his bedroom because I have 0 interest in seeing anything I'm
not currently seeing. Rarely spend time in the dorm
when I'm not asleep. Keep locking up every night.
One night I'm dozing off and I hear someone trying to open my

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door, locked of course then knocking and Tyler saying hey
are you are you in there? Not sure who he's addressing but
meet as fast asleep and snoring.Grab my knife.
Yeah, hey, can I have your help with?
I honest to God don't remember what he asked for help with,

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only that I didn't believe him for a second.
No, it's it's late, I'm going tobed.
Complete bullshit. I'm not sleeping tonight.
Hear him walk back to his room. A couple more days pass.
I'm always on edge and I never sleep soundly. 9 days after the
first attempt, Tyler tries to open my door at nearly two in
the morning. What do you want?

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My face When he doesn't even sayanything, he just walks away.
My face when I have no face. Another sleepless night.
Decide to tell Meat when he wakes up that Tyler keeps trying
to get into a room at night. We're both on the same page at
this point, but neither of us want to confront him.
We don't really have anything todemand of him that warrants a
serious confrontation. We're both a little unnerved and

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at the thought of telling him we're spooked by his behavior.
I let my landlord know that I need to move to a different
building. Meat starts talking to his
parents about living with them for the rest of the school year.
Waiting is the worst part. Landlord says in five weeks they
can have a room available for me.
A few buildings down. Five weeks of no sleep, full
Jordan Peterson mode. Every night I lock up and get

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about 3 hours of sleep once exhaustion beats out of my
paranoia. Except one of the nights he
tries opening my door, then I don't sleep.
Grade stagger when I start finding it harder to study with
a fried brain. Start sleeping on campus.
Get kicked out of library for sleeping past closing hour.
Can't sleep outside at night. Can't sleep indoors at night, Go
to nocturnal against my own willstart chronically missing

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classes. Grades get worse.
Consider asking friends for a place to crash.
But nobody in this town has known me for more than a few
months, long as five weeks of mylife.
The last two weeks were even worse because Meats had
convinced his mom to let him move in for a while.
A couple nights each week, Tylerwould run the same routine.
Try my doorknob. What do you want?

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Turn 360 and walk away. He'd be facing the same
direction but go on repeatedly. Bumps out of the door like
broken MPC. Damn sorry for doubting you
ain't on you. Answer the Call of Duty and
beyond. Write the rest of it please.
Real damn interesting stuff. A couple nights before I was set
to move I had most everything inbags and boxes.

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Even my bed was stripped and I was just sleeping on the
mattress with a cheap Topper. Midnight comes and goes and once
again he's at my door trying to get in.
Grow up here and actually confront him.
Why the fuck are you always trying to get in here here and
walk back to his room. Now I'm also pissed.
Wait till sun comes up. Knock on his door.
Keep knocking until he comes out.
Why do you keep trying to get into my room?

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That shit is disturbing. He just stares.
You're being fucking weird dude.Stop trying to get into my room.
He closes the door. Don't see him for the rest of
the day. Still tries my door that night.
Tell him to go away. He doesn't yell at him.
Hey, cut it out. Fucker yells back.
No words, just yells. Doesn't go on for long, but it's

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long enough to convince me he's fucking nuts.
For what it's worth, throughout all of this he never tries more
than once per night to my knowledge.
I almost wonder if he's a sleepwalker.
I pack my shit and change buildings.
Just want to get a proper night's sleep for once.
Rest of the year goes fine. New dorm is full of spiders but
I'll take that over demented roommates any day.
Never encounter Tyler at all. Basically put the whole thing

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behind me and forget about it. Leave for the summer, come back
in the mountains that fall to finish my degree.
Things go good for months until chicken pox hits and the campus
shuts down. Also landlord starts running
cover for meth dealers. Start realizing hate the place.
So I decided to move a few hoursN closer to civilization with my
girlfriend. Made the move back in April

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2020. Haven't seen Tyler since the end
of winter 2019. Here's why I posted yesterday.
Last week YouTube announces scary story compilation, So I
was racking my brain for all thedetails about the strange night
out in the woods. Decide to try and look up my old
roommates. Spend an hour or two each day
just casually coming for info. Didn't get anything at first.

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Yesterday I tried Tyler's last name and the county's from got
something. His mother found her on the
missing person search. I never knew her first name, but
I recognized Tyler's last name in her face.
It was a little. Disturbing at first, but I've
gotten a good night's rest and I'm feeling fine now.
Kind of fucked up to think that maybe something got her son and

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now apparently her. Maybe he's just a recluse and
something tragic happened to her, but I still don't have any
explanation for what we encountered out in those woods.
Sorry if this was anti climatic,never had some K style shout out
with a screaming goat man. Just really convinced that
something fucked up happened to a guy I met.
Who knows. Fuck thanks for the wrap up.

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Any info on his dad? No his dad isn't in anything
I've seen. I don't remember his first name
either, but Tyler's mom is the only person that comes up from
their last name search in that area.
Nice one, ain't on weird story. Fuck it, I'll go background be

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23 year old southerner, depressed, existentially
miserable often. S word but still kicking raised
Christian but totally atheist material universe is all also
well practiced lucid dreamer like good good at it can fly
teleport someone people and objects disintegrate dream
characters with a thought surf rooftops down the street punch

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bears with Richard Nixon escape my own crucifixion make DRM
pepper the. Most volatile, explosive in the
world All. Kinds of shit.
Be me, wake up in bed, check phone.
The time is 1:20. Check it again, it's now 350.
You're dreaming. Get out of bed, walk to
bookshelf, observe. The titles go all wonky like a

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broken digital clock glitching out.
Normal for dreams. Your subconscious is shit at two
things. Among others, Linear time in
written text. Later I thought about the number
of times I've started a dream inthe same place my actual
physical body's sleeping. I can count on one hand.
I've heard in some cultures thisis a sign of being approached

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by, well, something your subconscious sucks with
abstracts. Lookout window.
Sky is the. Same burnt hellish orange color
my lucid sky always has like sunset but it's false light
settled into dream body being walking two-bedroom door using
doors loading screen. Anywhere I want to go is on the
other side of that door. Want to go to a hotel?

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Have a dream hotel that has lotsof doors and characters and is
in general really swanky. Hotel lobby clearly in mind.
I'm going there. Open door, it's my living room.
Everything is oddly normal. Looks like real life.
Mild confusion. Must have not concentrated
rights even though I had it pretty tight.
Walk through house to front door.

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Still thinking hotel extra double focus.
Now open door, it's my neighborhood.
Confused figure I can't teleportfor some reason.
Guess I'll fly and see what my subconscious will make out of
it. Can't fly now either.
Can levitate maybe 6 inches off the ground.
Every time I start moving I stumble to the ground when I

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would get moving faster than a walk and it's fucking deserted.
My dreams always have characters.
There's no one. Neighborhood.
Looks real as I'm float trippingdown to the end of the street.
Get to the end of St. mildly frustrated it's AT intersection.
Look left, look right. There's a person.

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Blurry, like they're farther away than they are, out of place
with the surroundings. Space is a fiction in dreams
anyway. Whatever, Nothing else to do.
Head towards them, sure, but I'drather do things I can't do in
reality. Get closer, Stumble final time.
Can't even float. Person coming in Clearview.
It's a woman, blonde, about my height, black shirt, blue skirt.

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Still looks distorted. Can't make out features beyond
color. Walk closer.
Sky turns blue, that's a first. Either I'm asleep and not noting
the strangeness of the sky, or I'm lucid and it's burned to
hell. Orange.
Less mild confusion, but I can see her now and I've got my
tactile pants shooting priorities pretty well in hand.
She looks exactly like me, but female.

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Blonde hair, blue eyes, my height.
Black T-shirt has a star on it like a pentagram but too many
points etched in purple. Blue Jean skirt.
Eyes are fucking sharp, Makes mewant to wince looking into them.
Something's off. Looking at her like there's
something standing behind her, like I'm walking up to a sheer
mountainside. Not a person.

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She's blurry and too angular at the same time, despite looking
physically like a human. I'm frustrated by this point,
powerless, wondering what the fuck my brain is doing.
What's this then? You called here I am.
New accent, never heard that, can't describe it.
Stress on the wrong syllable, but clear and commanding.

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Feel an invasion in my head as she says this.
Feels like she just scanned my brain like a dictionary and
pulled the words she wanted. I can make dream characters say
what I want. They say what I expect them to
say. This wasn't that.
I didn't call anyone. Who?
What the fuck do you mean? She repeats herself.
No invasion at the time wasn't thinking of the depressed S word

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atheist prayer of if there's something out there, if this is
for something I need to know because I can't do this much
longer. Never worded, just emotions and
then nothingness. I thought I didn't summon
anything. I was trying to go somewhere.
I'm not from around here. New words, same pulling feeling.
What's that supposed to mean? I'm not from around here.

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Get what she's saying. Oh, you're not from my head.
You are from my head. You're me.
You know damn well we don't believe in any of that bullshit.
Talk shit, Alt. In hindsight, I really should
have automatically woken up talking to the dream about The
fact is, the dream makes it unstable.
Usually at least makes it start changing.
We're just talking. She's still saying she isn't

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from around here, she's from somewhere else.
Prove it then. Prove you're not me.
I know you can't. You aren't ready, I start
talking mad shit pulled straightfrom TV Tropes.
This just a form I'm comfortablewith, huh?
Let me guess, I'd go mad from the revelation you're actually
humanoid abomination. Your very existence is things
man was not meant to know, right?

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She smirks. You have it exactly.
I was feeling strange despite blustering.
In addition to what I've alreadysaid, she's putting off an aura
of pure threat, like an animal that could kill you by accident
if it moves carelessly. She's also completely
irresistible, despite putting off the strongest uncanny valley
I've ever seen. Keep demanding that she prove

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it. Simultaneously trying to my
normal shit. Try making her face change.
Make her disappear. Make her burst into flames.
Make her say what I want. Anything I can usually do that
won't work. I'm not from around here.
This bitch. Tell her I don't believe her,
that I don't believe any of that, and that if my
subconscious has a message for me, it needs to just say it.

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What's your judgement? Take on humanity?
This throws me way off. My dream characters don't talk
about abstracts at all. Humanity.
That's a weighted, interconnected subject.
I tell her what I think. My opinions are mixed to say the
least. She smirks again.
No humor in it. Sharp, alluring, pitiless.

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What do you think of causality? What the fuck?
Tell her I could get a lot more done without it, but that it
makes sense why it's a law sincepeople can function without it
now. She giggles, confused and
scared. Dream boner.
Go back to the demanding proof. She changed the topic and asked
that question every time. Asked about my thoughts on
history. Asked me who I've loved and what

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happened with them. Asked about my ideal society.
Asked how I feel about death, destruction and war.
I've never had a dream conversation like this.
She's saying less than me, but meaning more.
She's entrancing and I can't help but enjoy it.
I can't help but feel like maybeshe's something else over my
dead body. While I admit that.

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Demand proof a final time. She says she needs something
from me first. Shoot, I know you're not real,
what could you want? She searches my language again,
worse than before, like she wentthrough everything Antichrist.
That's not what it is, of course, but it's the closest
where you have. I realize what she's asking and
am now convinced that all this was just an overly elaborate and

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creatively creepy wet dream scenario.
Let's make a deal, Make it clear.
She's going to prove it if I give her what she's asking.
Affirmative, but we have to do it in a specific place.
OK, We move. The scene shifts.
What I tried to do with the start of the dream.
She does effortlessly. Vague singing, feeling that this
wasn't my dream to start with. We're in the backyard of my

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childhood home. Oh fuck, my first nightmare was
in that dreamscape. 2 years old,whole family eaten by alligators
at my birthday party while a clown saved me from them.
I saw it all. Two years old, My first
nightmare in my very first clearmemory.
My own subconscious has never taken me back there.
Never. I know she's telling the truth,

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she's smiling and lays down on the grass.
I'm shitting bricks, but no, I can't back out.
Fuck, like fucking the concept of fucking.
It's awesome. But I'm getting feedback off of
her ride. The lightning finish.
I know I finished, I felt it. Clearly that's important for
later. I get up.
She sits up, smiling for real for the first time now.

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See me and see what we've guaranteed for them.
The veil drops. Everything is gone in the
instant what I felt behind her. It wasn't a feeling.
It's here, and it's her without the glamour.
I'm engulfed by it in literally no time.
Feels like my brain stem is cut,like I must fall to my knees.
I have no needs to fall to or ground to put them on.

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There's just it. It is big.
Bigger than the night sky you look up and bigger than any
concept of big you have. Bigger than the universe easily,
and that's bigger than we can really grasp already.
Big in dimensions that don't exist.
Full spectrum and anti spectrum.Large agony seeing it cannot be.
Needless to say it wouldn't fit in my brain and my subconscious

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couldn't think that up. It's fucking loud in every sense
of the word, every sense I have,and a lot that I never had
before. This thing is broadcasting.
It's being at it, not making thenoise.
Just is the noise. It feels old, feels like time is
nothing to it. For that moment, I am it, or
rather, an indefinitely miniscule thought within its

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mind. Time isn't a thing for it.
Time is just for us. It feels different.
There's nothing human or material in its pattern.
It's indescribable, utterly. It just is.
No good or evil, not by our definition, would an Ant be able
to judge the Boo that crushes it.
It's like staring into an eternal, infinitely scaled

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nuclear explosion and just taking it to the face forever.
It tells me in pure meaning, nota language.
You're here until I let you go. And I witnessed, and I don't
know how long I was there. Eternity is just a moment.
Linear time makes our lives morestructured than you could
possibly imagine. It has a color, it's every

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color. But there's something that them
all mixing creates. I'll call it light, dark purple.
It's not purple, but it's the closest color we have.
I'm screaming. Or wood, but I'm just a thought
being ruminated by what at this point I acknowledge as either
God or God. No frame of reference for that.
It lets me go. I rock it up in my bed gasping

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for air like a newborn baby, my pulse racing that easily 130
beats per minute in cold sweat and no jizz in my pants.
She actually took it. Fucking Eldridge Abomination is
the first words out of my mouth.Like that's what Lovecraft
meant. Thoughts racing?
Was that the horror of Babylon or what the fuck was that?
What the fuck? Repression.

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Nobody wants a psychotic break before breakfast.
Must have been sleep paralysis or night terrors.
I've had both. I know damn well it wasn't that.
Repress the dream for six monthsuntil something happens that
forces me to look at it and accept that yeah, I met
something. And then I started digging and
found who I met. As soon as I read the first

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thing about her, I knew who she was.
The mythology matched her actualattitude.
I could go on from here, but sheconnects everything.
She's been with us since prehistory.
She's been in the background of Western civilizations
development at every crucial junction.
Her symbolism matches Jesus's Holy Spirit.
Mother, I know what I meant. And I'm here to see what I

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guaranteed for us. I'll suffer it with y'all.
Let me know if you want to hear the research portion.
That's the dream. So when I admitted it and
started looking, I started off with Greek dream deities.
Because she came in a dream, right?
Nothing stood out to me then. I thought she was very
stereotypical. Intentionally maybe?
Or perhaps the Lovecraft tropes go way further back than we

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think. So I thought, if this was a
movie or dream, where should I be looking?
Mesopotamia, duh. So I find in a within 10 minutes
and recognize her within the first paragraph of her Wikipedia
article. Then I followed the synchromes
and realized she's fucking everywhere.
When the first empires rose, shewas elevated to the top of their

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pantheon despite them being macho pure man Sauz Incarnate.
The Assyrians based brutal bastards loved her.
When Solo became the first Romangeneral to March on his own
city, Venus her in the right background in his own words,
giving her the credit for his fortune.
Caesar and Augustus straight up claim descent from her.
Jupiter was the high God, but who did the shit on the ground?

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Too many points in the star. She has an 8 pointed star as her
primary symbol for a time. Her other original symbol dove.
What did the Holy Spirit come down on?
Christ as everywhere I see her everywhere in the story.
Seek and ye shall find. The Egyptians called her I.
I learned the true name of God via trickery.
Earlier, Ishtar made civilization her domain after

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winning the mess from Enki. She failed at conquering the
underworld but made it out with the water of life after three
days of death. What did Christ do?
He conquered hell and freed the righteous that died before him
and prepared a place for the righteous to come.
Like mother, like son. Her shtick was literally running
up on other gods and stealing the responsibility and enforcing

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divine justice. Maybe the shift from polytheism
to stated monotheism wasn't justcultural development.
Maybe there really was a war going on.
Maybe there still is conjecture.But I know she's real and I know
she asked me my judgment and I found three others asked the
same question by the same thing.One dude was literally crazy
homeless. Thank God for my resiliency.

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That could have been me. All answered the same as me.
Iron Age collapse coming folks. And they fucking deserve it.
The rulers I mean. The only question is what did I
give her? Is the child literal figurative?
Am I supposed to play a larger role or just bear witness to all
who will hear it? I'll find out I guess.
If anyone meets my child, tell him I love him.

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I had nothing but good vibes that were about the Antichrist
at the time of the dream. Thought he would unite humanity
and enforce the perfect balance of justice and mercy, freedom
and duty. These days the closest words I
have are last Roman Emperor, as in the medieval myth.
After the dream, I've been a completely different person.
Depression is gone, still get sad but never falter under it.

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Existential dread is gone because I've been home.
I know what's outside of this. What should I worry about?
I'm just a dream character in the mind of the most terribly
awesome thing, the only thing that truly exists.
It made me change the way I lookat everything.
She saved me, that's the main reason.
I don't think she's evil or malignant.
I've had nothing but good come from it and the wages of sin is

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death. She woke me from the dead.
Honestly. Let me in gatekeeper.
Let me in or I will Topper the doors and shatter the bolt.
Let me in or I'll raise the deadto eat the living, and the dead
will outnumber the living. When I was SH ING and back
before all this, I covered an 8 pointed star on my bicep.
No reason beyond the shape besides maybe Warhammer, but

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that was a retroactive justification.
And then it turns out that's hersymbol.
Hmm. Oh and check out her flood myth.
She was in the oldest recorded one.
She was the one that made the covenant.
She's been related to too many powerful empires that defined
eras. The mythology from Ayana all the
way up to the Holy Spirit slash Sophia makes too much continuous
casual sense when possessing thesmall piece of knowledge that

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she actually exists. We're in the middle of a game
started by things that play by different rules, and they judged
us by jury or appears three years ago.
I for one yearly await are coming trial by fire made the
weeds be separated from the chaff, And may fire fall in the
unjust and mana on the meek and humble.
May a true order rise from the rue nation of the corruption

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that rules with us now, and may the human spirit be freed from
the chains we bound ourselves inat the words of the enemy.
Oh, and read the Thunder PerfectMind if you haven't fun little
gnostic text, and I don't know if you guys enjoyed that at all,
but that definitely fits the title of this video.
Weird 4 Chan stories because that was a weird dream that guy

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had and he went deep into the research.
I don't know if you guys will like that one.
I don't know if everyone in the video just clicked off because I
was just such a, you know, a word vomit of just stuff and
weird philosophical stuff. But for some reason I thought it
was interesting. It was definitely weird.
But you know, that's the title of the video.
So you guys clicked on this video for.
But comment down below what you thought about that dream.

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Do you think he's on to something or do you think he's
just schizo or crazy or anythingelse that he might be?
Because that was a lot of red strings on a board, if you know
what I mean. Just kind of connecting dots
that might not be dots and all. And yeah, that was interesting.
That was weird. Comment down below if you think
that guy's on to anything or he's just, you know, a little

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cuckoo. On to the next one.
Sure. I don't feel like sleeping
tonight. Anyways, green texting to
shorten it some be around November of last year.
Washington state. New to the area like the woods.
So a few friends of mine that are huge in a wood fiends decide
to Take Me Out on a secluded as hell spot.

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What the hell, I'll do it. Need some time away from work,
get the weekend off, pack my bag, clean the rifle and head
over to my friends house. End up around 25 or 30 miles
from the Canadian border in thisforest that just goes on
forever. I'm really digging it because my
home state doesn't have shit like this.
There's six of us and two dogs, a Labrador and a Rottweiler.
Each person also has either hunting rifle or shotgun with a

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handgun. Except me.
Park cars in this tiny ass game warden or Border Patrol dirt
road and hike about four miles into the woods.
By this time it's already starting to get a little dark so
we decided to build a fire rightoff so we can set up our tents.
2 of the group and one of the dogs go out to gather wood while
the rest of us start setting up the tents.
One of these huge sodding 6 to 8person ones.

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November gets cold up here. Tents set up in about 15 minutes
and the trio still aren't back yet.
What the fuck. Must be fucking lol.
So we just say screw it and start.
One from our branches from around the site start hearing
crashing noises headed our way like someone running their asses
off. The two guys come barreling
through wide eyed as fuck. Did it all gain nowhere to be

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seen? They start yammering on about
seeing one of the other guys outin the woods acting weird, so
they started trying to get closeand every time they get close
enough he'd move away. Said at one point he
disappeared, then popped up not ten feet behind them.
Also mention a really bad rottenmeat and spoiled milk smell
popping up around them. Tried asking what was up, no

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answer and apparently he took off just sprinting like Usain
Bolt into the woods. Dog takes off after embarking
his head off and two dudes take off after the dog.
Lose both the guy and the dog pretty soon and the smell starts
disappearing as well. Far off here, weird screeching
followed by a really loud dog's Yelp.
Then the smell comes back with avengeance, this time with that

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they described as mad giggling. They know the fuck out of there
and back to the camp. They get really pissed the dude.
All of us that were there vouch for the guy so pretty soon we're
all weirded out but think it's areally fucked up joke.
I say as much and I get yelled at then have well how where the
fuck is the dog then tossed at me.

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Fuck. Good point.
At this point though the sun wasalready well on its way down so
we build the fire up and bring out some Coleman lanterns as
well. All of us are huddled around the
fire eating Mr. ES and the guns are at hand.
About 15 minutes after dark, theremaining dog, the Rottweiler,
kind of perks up and starts growling.
And I mean that really fucking aggressive growl smell pops up.

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And the guys were not wrong about the smell.
I've smelled rotten deer carcasses that smelled fresher.
Weird groaning start up and you hear branches and leaves
crackling out around the perimeter of our camp.
Nobody intensifies all around. The dog is going ballistic, so
one of the guys with a shotgun, let's call him Greg, stands up
and fires off 3 rounds of buckshot into the woods.

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This hellish screech comes from the woods and starts moving away
from us fast as hell, and the smell goes as well.
We waited about an hour, then decide to try and get some sleep
with two people on guard at all times.
First watches me and another of the guys, Victor the dog, is
chilling around the fire as well.
Two hours up, nothing wake up Greg and Tom from their turn

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asleep for a little then wake upto that smell and Greg yelling
his head off. So we get up and head outside.
Greg is looking around the edge of the woods with a spotlight
and calling out Tom's name. Ask what happened.
They've been sitting there when they heard one of the guys from
earlier calling out from the woods.
The dog starts growling and rushed to the spot and Tom
followed him after. Dog has went through some bushes

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and he lost them, so Tom followed him into the woods.
Greg had been yelling for him when he heard Tom begin to say
something before he was cut off.Shit can't leave him out there.
So we all put in some clothes, grab a flashlight or spot for
each person and our guns, and head out.
By this time the smell was everywhere.
You know, it's making us, most of us, rather nauseous, but we
kept going because we wanted to find Tom, find some of his

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tracks, but lose the trail when they stop.
Literally no other footprints after a while, and none leading
back the way he'd come. One of the guys at the back is
shining his light around, kind of stops and makes an oh shit
noise, then starts yelling. You fucking Dick, we've been
worried sick about you. Rest of group walks over to look
and there's Tom standing a good 20 feet away but he's standing

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all wrong. You OK buddy?
You need some help? Just stands there deadpan then
slowly nods yes. A few of us walk over and put an
armor on his shoulders to kind of support him.
Notice he reeks. What the fuck dude, we haven't
even been out here for a full day lol.
Laughs abound, except from him. Think nothing of it except worry

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that maybe he fell and hit his head back at camp.
Try and lay him down but he justrefuses to.
So we let him stay outside of the fire.
A couple of us go to sleep, but Greg, Victoria and I decided to
stay up to keep an eye on Tom. Watching him.
He does a weird jerk slash muscle spasm thing every now and
then. Creepy shit, but think it might
be something serious. He's mostly quiet, slow to

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respond to things until it comesto food.
We give him an MRE to eat and heonly eats the meat out of them,
shrug it off as whatever. Then he gets up and starts
moving around, all jerky like, looking towards the woods.
He asked us if you want to come into the woods with them for
firewood. Besides the fact that it's pitch
blackout besides the fire and the huge stack of firewood we

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collected on the way back. Not all that weird jerk.
Something like a shrug before walking weirdly into the woods.
At this point we're on guard anddon't try to stop him.
Greg gets up a few minutes laterto step into the tent for
something, and I'm outside with Victoria when the smell hits my
nose like a ton of bricks and I gag hard.
Then I start hearing gibbering and giggling.
I've never been more freaked outof my life, and you can tell

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that Victoria is feeling the same.
Greg comes out in time to hear it really well, then goes inside
to wake everyone up. He freezes at the tent flap,
then starts cursing which wakes everyone up.
Don't know why he's cursing but it's working.
When they're all up and awake hecounts everyone and you can see
him turn white. What's up dude?
Apparently while he was inside he did a quick body count and

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there was 4 bodies inside. Someone or something had been
chilling in our motherfucking tent without us realizing it had
gotten in shipwrecks and shit them hard.
Then everyone starts asking where Tom is.
At this point time the gibberinggets louder and you can hear a
bunch of shit moving through thewoods.
We heard Tom's voice calling forus from the woods to come help

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him but it's all off key and every now and then he'd start
giggling. We build the fire up and sit
around it with the Lancers on full weapons at hand with the
sun starts coming up. Soon as it's up enough to see
put the fire out Packer stuff upand make for the vehicles on the
path back we find the two dogs, one impaled on a snapped pine,

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the other one with its neck snapped and twisted around.
We start hearing the giggling and the small returns, so we're
starting noping hard back for the car.
We get there and there's scratches all over them.
Must the windows are smashed outand the seats are ripped to
shreds. Whatever, that shit ain't
important. Just need these babies to run.
Toss keys and ignition and hear the sweet glorious sound of

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internal combustion engines. Start up, toss shit in, get in,
and we speed out of there. Don't talk about it for a few
months, and most of us don't admit it happened.
One of the guys with us told me later that he'd seen Tom at the
edge of the woods, staring at uson his face.
I believe him. I know that'll never go camping
that far away again without a lot more people than six.

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That was my first run in with Skinwalkers.
The second one is shorter, but I'm tired.
I need sleep for work. I'll share tomorrow night until
then and all right guys, that wraps up some weird stories from
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