Volume #4 Strange Stories, Unexplained Encounters, Cryptids & the Paranormal

Volume #4 Strange Stories, Unexplained Encounters, Cryptids & the Paranormal 

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey friends, This episode is brought to you by Audible
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appreciate it. Thank you, and happy listening. Hell friends, Welcome

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to our fourth compilation of subscriber stories. The following stories
are raw and unedited and somewhat terrifying. They are told
in the way that they were sending in. We ask
that you please respect those who have shared their stories,
and also respect anyone in the comment section discussing these stories.
Bill and myself have had our fair share of encounters,

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and that's why we feel it's important for others to
share their stories. The following accounts are frightening and some
are downright bizarre. So sit back, relax, and let's begin.
Please listen all the way to the end for a
very creepy bonus story, Little People in the Mountains. Our

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father was and still is an avid hunter. He's heard
all kinds of tales through the years of what others
have seen while hunting. He said he has never seen anything,
but had only one weird experience when he was around
seventeen years old. He was hunting for elk with his
father and brothers in sam And, Idaho in nineteen sixty five.

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That all split up to chase down an elkard. They
spoke by chance, and my dad was sent around the
mountain by himself to cut them off. It was a
mildly warm day, and he stopped to rest in the
shade of some large bowlers to strip off some of
his gear and have a drink of water. When he
sat down to rest, he thought a rock zipped right
by his head. Thinking it was one of his brothers

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playing a trick on him, he yelled at them to stop.
That's when he noticed tiny foot prints in the soft
dust under his feet, and again another rock was thrown
in his direction, closer this time. Now, my dad had
always been told about the little people who lived in
the rocks and crevices of mountains and hills, an ancient
band of Native Americans who barely escaped from the white man.

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They made their home in the hills, and if you
bothered them, he would put a curse on you. If
you fail to heed their warnings. Feeling a chill creep
up his spine, he slowly rose, gathered his things and
said in very slow shoshone, I'm leaving. I'm sorry I
disturbed you. As he was walking away downhill, he heard

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small feet slapping the rocks behind him, but being a
dad afraid, he never looked back. He never told his
father or brothers, and could hardly tell me for fear
of me thinking he was crazy. I believe him. Take care, Alex.
Shadow people. I have recurring visitations from a life form

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that I call the Blue People. They don't really look
like humans, though they're about four feet tall. They walk
erect on legs, but the knees bend backward. They have
four fingers and two thumbs, and roughly the same configuration
on their feet. Toes and fingers are webbed. They have

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no shoulders and no neck. They just go up from
the shoulders into a bulbous head. The face consists of
three crescents that are arched down like a grimace, the
shortest on top and the longest at the bottom. They
are blue. They have visited me for about five years
now to my knowledge. They come late at night, when

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everything is quiet. The first thing, and the thing that
wakes me up, is a high pitched wine that is
followed by a white light that appears through the wall, door,
or wherever they choose to enter from. They come in
through the light when it opens enough for them to pass.
I was quite scared at first and thought that I

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was having a lucid nightmare. Later, though, when they returned
several times, I realized that they were benevolent and only
curious about this world. They would walk about my room,
look at things, and try to touch things for a
long time. When I tried to speak to them, they
would rush back into the light and disappear. I tried

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everything to set up some kind of communication. Only recently
did I have a breakthrough of swords. When I opened
my mouth to speak, one of them rushed over and
put his hand on my mouth. I got quiet, and
it touched my eyes, and then touched my ears. Then
it touched the three crescents on its face, touched my

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eyes and ears again. One thing I must interject is
that they have no physical form here. I mean, they're
kind of like ghosts. So when I say they touched me,
it wasn't like really being touched. It took me a
while to put it all together, but I have done so,
and the message is that they see with sound. My

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voice blinded them and scared them. It may have even
injured them. I think that they were dimensional explorers, and
I like to think that they would like to communicate.
I'm working on different approaches to doing that. Thanks Signed David.
Shadow People and the Ouija Board. I'm pretty sure the

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shadow people are demons. One night, I was having a
party and I had just gotten a Wija board for
my birthday. Everyone taught me into using it, so we
started playing. Then weird stuff started happening. Shadow figures started
to appear in my room, a lot of shadow people.

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It wasn't any of our shadows. These were different. Some
had red eyes. Then red orbs started coming through my room.
We had made a protective circle and we all tried
to stay in it. It got really cold in my
room and we could all see our breath. If some
of my friends couldn't see the shadow people, they could

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feel them. There was an all out evil feeling in
the room. We all got too freaked out to move.
We were just like whoa. Then one of the shadow
people changed, they got all scary looking. I could explain,
but I don't want to go into that much detail.
Let's just say pumpkinhead, the demon guy from scary movies. No,

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his head's not a pumpkin. So we screamed and finally
ran out of the room. My parents thought we were crazy.
That night when we went to bed, our closets were
glowing red and orbs were going through my room. We
didn't go to sleep until like five am, and even
then we only slept not even four hours. That was freaky,

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and stuff didn't die down for a while after that.
That was the last time I used the Weedji boarder.
I threw it somewhere deep down in one of my closets.
Now I've only used the psychic circle, and even that
has consequences. I'm not allowed to use it anymore because
of what happened to me, my friend and my mom.

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But that is another story for another time. Thank you
for sharing, Signed Amanda Cloaked Humanoid. Recently I heard a
story about an invisible figure in a tree on this channel.
The woman recalls the incident as a child and another

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encounter as an adult. Is encouraged me to tell my story.
When I was a teenager, I lived in the Appalachian
Mountains in Maryland. One summer, late in the evening, I
was sitting in the backyard. I loved spending time outside,
and our yard sat on the edge of the woods
in a valley. The forest went on as far as

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I could see, an ocean of green treetops that seemed
to just go on forever. The yard was bordered by
a four foot tall wood plank fence. It was dusk
and the sky was barely lit by the sun, harshly
blue but fading into the black of the night sky.
The stars weren't yet visible, and I was sitting in
the grass enjoying the cool, dry air that evening. It

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was very peaceful. Then to my right, about one hundred
plus yards away, the treetops started moving and swaying like
a wave. From right to my left, the treetops popped
and cracked, swaying and moving like as if something big
was moving through them. I stood up in the middle
of the backyard. The ground was uneven and sloped downhill.

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I watched, and I was confused because the wind wasn't blowing,
and suddenly there was no other sounds. Everything went silent
except for the thing moving through the trees. There was
a massive tree right on the edge of her yard,
fifty to sixty feet tall, an old, massive tree. The

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trunk was so big around it would take four adults
to hug it hand to hand all the way around.
The movement stopped there abruptly. I raised my head slowly
and looked up about thirty to forty feet up in
the huge tree. There was a gap in the long,
thick branches, and it looked like someone or something was

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perched on a branch in the gap looking down at me.
It was like the woman described in her encounter. It
wasn't completely invisible because you could see its shape, and
it resembled what heat looks like coming off a hot road,
but humanoid. I hadn't realized it, but my instincts had

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kicked in, and I was slowly backing up towards the house,
trying not to panic a run. I was dead quiet.
I was sort of in a trance staring at this thing.
My eyes locked and it was locked on me. I
didn't want to lose sight of it in case it
came after me. As I got to the deck on
the back of the house. I stepped into pebbles that

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were all around the base of the deck. They crunched
loudly under my feet, and they broke the silence. The
figure stood up quickly, as if it was going to
jump down and come after me. I ran up the
steps of the tall deck, almost floating as I hurried up,
still watching the figure. I went into the house and
locked the door, never looking away. I watched from the

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window of the kitchen door. It just stood there, staring
back at me. The hair on my arms and on
the back of my neck stood up. I could feel
it watching me. It must have been eight or nine
feet tall. It looked big in the tree, and even
as far as I was from it, I could see
it clearly in the tree. It was like once I

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saw it, I couldn't unsee it. I could feel my
heart beat in my throat and my ears stick and ringing.
I didn't want to look away. I could not think
clearly on what this thing could be. I'd never seen
anything like it. It made small movements, fidgeting as if
it were adjusting its position on the branch. It looked

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like the lady said, cloaked. It blended in to its surroundings,
but you could see its silhouette, a hazy outline. The
sun was almost completely gone now, and as the darkness
of the night took the last of the visibility, the
massive tree shook suddenly and violently. The tree line moved again.
Where's it going, I thought, hoping it wasn't making its

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way around the house. It seemed to be going back
into the woods. Just as quickly as it was there,
it was gone. I don't really know how much time
went by, but everything seemed like it happened in slow
motion and fast at the same time. It felt like
an eternity as it happened, but it ended in the blank.

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I didn't go back outside into the woods by myself,
especially close to dusk. I was and continue to be,
very hesitant to go out into any forest with creatures
or things like that, or who knows what else is
out there waiting. I was fifteen years old, then I'm
thirty five. Now I've never told anyone because I know

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it sounds crazy. How could it be true? This is
the kind of thing you've only see in movies or
read about in fiction books. So imagine my fear and
surprise watching any of the Predator movies. I held it
in and kept it in, never telling anyone of what
had happened to me. Just remembering it makes me feel uneasy.

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A side note, I never heard if it made a
clicking sound because I was inside so quickly, so I
can't say if it shared that quality as the creature
did in the woman's encounter. I never saw it again,
but continue to be cautious. I always look up, checking
for any movement or sounds in the trees whenever I
go out walking. I can't shake the feeling that I

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will see it again someday, and hearing the ladies second
encounter so many years later as an adult makes me
worry for if or when I do cross paths with
the invisible creature again. I remember that evening very vividly
and clear. I didn't and don't do drugs, didn't drink.
I was a kid, and I wasn't asleep or hallucinating.

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I remember it exactly. You can't forget something like that.
I guess the most unnerving thing about it is not
knowing its intent. Why was it there? What did it want?
Was it lost? Was it just curious? Was it hungry?
I guess I'll never know. I'm pretty sure I don't
want to find out either. Thanks for your time and

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giving me a chance to share my story. I hope
someone else out there will hear this and be inspired
to share their experiences. You are not alone. Thank you,
Signed anonymous, And now, as promised, here's that very creepy
bonus story I was telling you about. It's not from

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a subscriber, but rather a true account I found on
a Subreddit. I reached out to the reddit or the
original post, who goes by the name Mungy Mungy, and
he graciously gave me permission to give his true encounter
involving a stickman entity. He writes, So this experience occurred
in the summer of twenty sixteen. Honestly, I'm not sure

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what month this happened in Minnesota. This is my first
time telling this story to anyone. I haven't talked about
it with anybody other than my then fiancee who is
now my wife, as we were on a walk together
when it occurred. Summer of twenty sixteen, I was interning
at a church in the small city of Mound, Minnesota.

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City is out on Lake Mannetonka. Basically, sometimes my wife
would write out with me if I needed to pick
something up or get something done. This particular evening, I
had to do something at the church quick, so we
ran out there. Afterwards, we decided to go on a walk.
Now I don't remember exactly the road we were on,

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but I do vaguely it was between the church and
by Dutch Lake. I'm fairly sure. We parked and got
out of the car. There weren't many houses on this road.
There was an older farmhouse with a bar and up
ahead of where we parked, and then what looked like
a couple of long driveways. The time was somewhere between
seven thirty and nine pm. We locked the car and

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started walking and talking. After about three minutes or so,
we're almost up to the farmhouse. This is where my
wife saw something. In the middle of a sentence, she
stopped and I took a couple of steps ahead. Then
she asked me if I saw that. With urgency, I
turned my head to the yard in front of the farmhouse.

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What I saw was a stick figure looking thing. It
was about two feet tall, with arms and legs about
a foot long each, no features at all. It was
a cloudy black color and was striding across the yard smoothly.
It started on the ground from where I saw it,
and as it went it gradually rose to be about

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one to two feet off the ground, still striding in
the air. Then it just disappeared in front of our eyes,
as if it went through a portal or something like that.
In talking later on, we figured from where she first
spotted it, it traveled fifty feet or so every day.
As soon as it disappeared, I told her we needed
to get out of here. We felt this overwhelming sense

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of fear overcome us. We booked it to the car,
I whipped a U turn, and we got out of
there as fast as we could. We sat in silence
for a good long time before we talked about what
we saw on the way home. I know the land
around Lake Minnetonka and the lake itself has been habited
for thousands of years by man builders and then later

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on by the Midawonkatan tribe, who are a subtribe of
the Assanti Dakota. So maybe this thing we saw has
relation to these peoples. I'm not sure, honestly. If anybody
has any info or theories as to what we saw
or what it could be, I would love to hear them. Well, friends,

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that's it for volume four. Let us know what you
think about these stories in the comments below, and again
we remind you to please be respectful opinions of others. Also,
if you have any strange stories you would like to
see featured in an upcoming video, email them to National
Park Mysteries yt at gmail dot com. We're very interested

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in stories that detail encounters with humanoids, cryptids, or any
other type of a known entity that is beyond explanation.
Thanks for listening, and be sure to give us a
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this opportunity to invite you to visit my channel thirteen
past midnight. There's a link in the description. Meanwhile, be
good to yourselves and each other. I'm Steve Stockton and
I'll talk to you next time.