Scary Cryptid Encounter Horror Stories In The Rain 8 HOURS To Help You Fall Asleep

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
I grew up in a house where my backyard was
a huge forest in rural Illinois. When I was a kid,
I loved being outdoors and would take every possible opportunity
to run amuck in the woods with my best friend.
When we were younger eleven twelve, we stayed closer to
the house and the outskirts and climbed the trees. As

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we got older thirteen fifteen, we would venture deep walking
and swimming in the rivers and building little forts. When
I was sixteen, the forest was roped off and closed
off to the public as a company had began a
legally dumping lead or mercury into the woods. But that's
another story. It was the middle of a hot summer

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and I was about fifteen at the time. Dusk was
approaching and my friend had to go home for dinner,
but I wasn't quite ready to leave. We parted ways
and I climbed up a tree near my favorite spot
over the river. Now these woods backed up to a
local gun club. It wasn't uncommon to hear shooting. However,

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this gun club was contained in its own private property
and the members never ventured out into the forest. I
sat in my tree for a little bit and ate
the blackberries I picked earlier while watching it get darker,
when I suddenly spotted movement out of the corner of
my eye. At first, I assumed it was a younger
deer because it was larger but not huge, but I

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quickly realized it was a man. He seemed to be
in his late thirties or early forties, and he wore
a black T shirt and camo pants with creepy, wiry
facial hair. He was skulking like he didn't want to
be seen. I thought this was odd, but had no
intention of making my presence known. Since something felt wrong,

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and being a fifteen year old girl alone in the woods,
I knew I was at a disadvantage. I slowed my
breath down and watched. At first, he didn't say anything
as he walked around the base of the trees. It
was around the time that I realized he had a
gun slung over his back. Once he got near the
river where my friend and I had been loudly goofing

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off maybe ten minutes earlier, he started calling out, hey,
anyone here, help while grabbing his rifle. When there was
no response and no noise, he gave up after a
few minutes and began walking downstream. I waited until it
was pitch black before sliding out of that tree as
quietly as I could, running home and having my parents

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call the cops. They never found anything. I could never
bring myself to go back. I was camping at a
popular campground in the mountains with my boyfriend, but it
was November and it was their last open weekend, so
no one was there. We were chatting and having a
good time around the campfire and drinking. My boyfriend had

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to go peace, so he walked to the other side
of the road and peed in the bushes. While over there,
he very slowly and quietly got my attention and pointed
out the large glowing eyes staring back at him from
the book bushes. He still has his dick out while
in a stare off with a mountain lion. We very
carefully backed up and stayed really close to the fire

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until we went to bed in the car instead of
the tent. We could hear it walking around after we
went to bed that night. The worst part was I
went to find the pit toilet fifteen minutes before this
all happened by myself. I even got slightly lost while
trying to find it, and was probably being stalked by
the cougar. I've been pretty nervous camping ever since. My

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dad used to take me hunting on public hunting land
in the late eighties early nineties, and we would always,
and I need always see the same affable, elderly gentleman
out there, the nicest man, a bird watcher. He would
wear head to toe bright orange so no one would
mistake him as prey, and he stayed on the main
roads and rode a bicycle. Just a fantastic human who

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spent hours talking to my dad about wildlife and life
in general. All of game mordens in the area and
knew him, and so did most of not all, of
the regular hunters. Again, this man never went into the woods,
wore bright orange, which included a bright orange hat, and
rode a bicycle. He practically glowed. One day, this wonderful

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man was found on the road, shot meticulously through the head.
No one was ever arrested for his death. My father
knew that no one could honestly state they thought he
was a deer. Because of his precautions. We knew the
poor man had been murdered we never went hunting anywhere
near there. Ever again I saw an alpha leprechaun. So

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I went off trail and started aimlessly wandering in the
general direction of a peak in the Yuentis from up
a steep slope and from behind some very thick tree line,
I started getting pelted with green pine cones. Those shits hurt.
They were flying at me from quite a distance, and
I tried to angrily chase down the source, but the
terrain was too difficult to negotiate quickly. I didn't see

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one shape or even the hint of movement through the
trees at all. It's like the pine cones were coming
from absolutely nowhere and arking perfectly through thick trees and
nailing me almost unerringly. Not a one hit a single
tree or branch, and that would have been impossible for
me to do. Worst part, I could hear faint, high pitched,

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creepy laughter. I am a twenty year veteran in the
Forced Service. I've worked as a ranger now for twelve
years my time, and in all my time working for
the government, I've never encountered anything out of the ordinary.
That is, until my last station job as a ranger
at Gooseberry Falls State Park in Minnesota. It was quite

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possibly one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever had
while on duty, and certainly not something I'll ever forget. Well.
To explain how it happened, we need to go back
about six months before that incident. I had been planning
on retiring. The sun had just graduated college and was
looking to move closer to Minneapolis. So once he made

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the offer that he would work part time with me
while he looked for a full time position, I decided
to pass up retirement and stay on the job either way.
I should make a note that this was all pre covered.
I had heard rumors of management positions opening up in
the area, so after discussing it with him, we both
agreed that he would come back home for around six

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months while I waited for the opportunity to present itself.
I was first introduced to Gooseberry Falls State Park during
my orientation as a ranger there, and they took us
out into the park at nighttime. It was an amazing
sight getting to see all these bright campfires down below
from way above on top of the waterfalls. The rocks

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around the falls are very smooth and slippery due to
years and years of erosion. You have to be careful
if you want to climb down to view the falls
at night. Our group had just finished our tour and
was going to head back towards our cars when one
of my coworkers, Tom, suggested that we climb down the falls, just,
you know, for the sake of it. I agreed, and

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we should have known better, and so did a handful
of others who were nearby. As soon as we began
climbing down, I sent something wasn't right, but being fearless,
I pushed those feelings aside as nothing more than nerves.
It started out easy, everyone traveling downward in a single
file behind each other, staying close and yet far enough

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apart for safety's sake. Then around three quarters of the
way down, things began to get a bit more dangerous.
Tom fell. I didn't see him do it, but I
heard the commotion. One of my other coworkers had seen
what had happened, yelling up to us that he needed
help getting Tom back up the rocks. Two guys rushed

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down to assist in whatever way they could, and while
Tom was being helped back up, one of my female
friends called out help above it, saying she was slipping.
It turns out that one part of the path she
had been on had been walking, had gave way underneath
and sent her tumbling downward. While this may have been
scary in and of itself, what happened next could only

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be described as something straight from a horror movie. We're
all standing there in shock at what had just happened.
When I heard the sound of movement, I looked up,
and there at the top of the ridge was this
figure with long, dark hair watching me. It was terrifying.
It was in all black and had these faint yellow
glowing eyes. It was in that moment that I felt

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my entire body give way, as if I suddenly lost control.
The next thing I knew, I too was falling down
to the grounds below me. Everybody rushed over to help
save me, and one guy managed to grab hold of
my hand while another wrapped his arms around one leg
for whatever little good that did. They tried pulling me

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back up, but there was no use. I looked down
below and I could see there were people trying to
help my friend, though they weren't having much success. I
knew then that we were all going to die. Right
here on these rocks if somebody didn't do something fast.
That's why I remember the park ranger telling us about
one of the waterfalls in this area called Lucifer Falls,

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which for some reason, nobody had ever been able to find.
After climbing down to view it at night, it was
said that once you get close enough, you could hear voices,
supposedly spirits, whispering your name from below. Now, what is
most troubling about this story is not so much what
happened to me and my coworkers, but what happened with

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Tom and the female friend. As they were being pulled
back up to safety, before either of them can make
it out of the water completely, we noticed that their
eyes had turned from their normal state into a solid black.
It was like at this moment that my two co
workers realized that they were struggling with weren't actually Tom
or the girl. I'll never forget hearing one of them

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scream as he pointed downwards towards whatever our friends had
become the other one. Just before Tom and his girlfriend
can pull themselves completely up onto the rocks, let go
with both hands, jumping back down into the water below
to avoid capture. We watched him swim off in the
opposite direction, but by this time there was nothing we

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could do to save him. We never did find out
what happened to any of them after that day. I
can only assume they were captured and are now being
used as some sort of test subjects for whatever their
reasons may be. Just looking at my own hands now,
I can still see the long, dark hair growing on
them like I saw that day. That's why I'm warning

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you all not to venture down this path at night.
As a matter of fact, it might be best just
to stay away from these woods entirely during nighttime hours
like we should have. Whatever it is that inhabits these
lands does not seem too keen on having people wandering
aroun around here at night. But if you are be careful,

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for you may soon find the woods themselves can't tell
the difference between friend and foe. Normally I get off
work right around ten pm. This was at night when
I saw this. I'm also going to leave my name
out of this, just in case it could hurt my
law enforcement credentials. I don't know what I saw, but
it was some sort of canine. I was driving down

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an isolated road that leads to one house on the
other side of the hill. I haven't seen any cars
or people on this road. It's more of a way
for me to get home quicker without having to go
all the way around by using this nifty shortcut. But
as I'm coming up the hill on my way home,
something in the middle of the road catches my eye. Well,

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it was more so on the side of the road,
trying to make its way towards the middle. Before I
even had time to think about stopping or barely swerving,
whatever it was was already up against my car with
its front paws and claws up against the hood. This
thing was huge. I slammed my gas pedal, hoping it
would get out of the way, but I began hearing

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this little rumbling noise like this dog growling at me,
so I got out of there fast. This thing went
down on all fours from two and was now running
alongside my car for a little bit before dropping back
down behind me, disappearing into the darkness. Everything about this
thing was huge. I can't get over it. It had

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massive legs and were just big. The entire body was big.
Its head was huge. It had a very long snout
and pointed ears. It looked kind of like a wolf,
but different, the largest wolf I've ever seen, and those eyes,
its eyes were from a whole other world. They were
bright red. Thanks for listening to my story. Feel free

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to share it if you'd like, as long as you
keep my name out of it. I patrolled the vast
expanse of Yellowstone Nash Park, a place of breathtaking beauty
and tranquility, but lately, an eerie sense of foreboding had
settled over the park, leaving everyone on edge. Reports of
strange sightings and unsettling events flooded in, spreading like wildfire.

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Whispers of the Mothman had taken hold, fueled by stories
shared on Reddit. As a park ranger named Ray, I
prided myself on my rationality and level headedness. I didn't
easily succumb to stories of cryptids and supernatural beings. However,
as the days went by and more sightings piled up,

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even my skepticism began to waver. The Mothman, according to
the Reddit threads, was a winged creature associated with impending disasters.
Its ominous presence often served as a harbinger of tragic events.
I'd tried to dismiss it as nothing more than folklore,
but the growing tension among the park staff hinted at

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a collective fear. One night, under the watchful gaze of
a full moon, I embarked on my usual patrol. The
air crackled with an electric energy, and a thick fog
enveloped the trees, lending an eerie atmosphere to the park.
I glanced around, my senses on high alert, and then
I saw it. A silhouette emerged from the darkness, the

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unmistakable shape of a winged creature. Its eyes glowed with
another worldly intensity, the Mothman. Adrenaline surged through my veins
as I fumbled for my camera, desperate to capture evidence
of this elusive creature. Before I could steady my trembling hands,
the mothman lunched at me. Its wings flapped with a

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thunderous roar, and I staggered backward, my heart pounding in
my chest. It tackled me to the ground, but before
I could react, it swiftly disentangled itself and took flight.
Disappointment washed over me as I scrambled to my feet,
my camera now a useless way in my hands, I
watched as the moth Man disappeared into the night, leaving

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me with a mixture of awe and frustration. The encounter
had been brief, yet it confirmed the existence of this
enigmatic cryptid. As the days turned into weeks, the park
staff continued to report unusual occurrences, mysterious accidents, unexplained phenomena,
and an overwhelming sense of unease weighed heavily on our minds.

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The Mothman's sightings had become more frequent, intensifying the sense
of impending doom. I realized then that my skepticism had
been shattered. The Mothman was no mere folklore. It was
a part of Yellowstone's dark tapestry. I delved deeper into
the reddit threads, searching for answers, desperate to understand the

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Cryptid's purpose and the impending disaster it seemed to foretell.
In the end, despite my efforts, the catastrophic event that
had been lurking on the horizon arrived. A violent an
earthquake shook the part, unleashing chaos and destruction. Buildings crumbled,
trees splintered, and panic gripped both visitors and staff. As

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I surveyed the aftermath, I couldn't help, but wonder if
the mothman had come to warn us, or if its
presence had somehow triggered the calamity. The answers remained elusive,
lost in the chaos that had engulfed Yellowstone. I'm in
no way, shape or form a hunter, However, growing up
in Philly with a wooded creek behind our robe block,

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my brother and I were always forbidden to play anywhere
near there, and not even think about going down there,
so as any little good children do. One boring summer day,
we smelled smoke and heard noises and decided we were
the best detectives to snoop it out. After minutes of
walking farther into thicker brush, we finally saw the source

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of smoke as we saw two men walking away from
a burning car fire. It wasn't until a few years later,
after dinner overhearing the adults talking about that poor unidentified
little girl's remains found in a burnt skeleton of a
car years ago in those woods, my brother and I,
then twelve and fourteen years old, looked at each other

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wide eyed and jaws dropped as we put two and
two together to realize it was most definitely what we
had stumbled upon in the woods that day, and if
we had been older, or smarter, or unafraid of getting
whooped for going down there in the first place, the
murderers could have been caught, and even maybe that little
girl could have been saved. But looking back, I realized

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more than likely she was already deceased before the fire.
When I visit my family's rural house in the Boonies
of Tennessee, I take my shotgun every time. In the
back is a high walled fenced in area for my
dogs to eff around in during the day and sleep
at night since they get filthy. One night, I wake
up to the sounds for barking that I could tell

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was my dog's fearing something pretty babble. I grabbed the
shotgun and went outside and fired off two of my
confetti rounds in the direction of the fenced in area,
and I see this massive bigfoot take off. The dog
slept as close to me as they could get that night.
This is an encounter that my mother and my uncle
experienced as kids in the nineteen seventies in Tijuana, Mexico.

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When I was younger, my mom and my uncle would
tell this story to us, and I always thought it
was a ghost story, but recently I've been thinking it
was an encounter. Please let me know if you had
a similar experience and if you believed their story was
an encounter as well. My mom lived with her older sister,
older brother, and mom in a very old apartment complex.

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The complex was owned by my mother's aunt, but my
grandma would run it to make money. The apartment complex
was pretty large and the one only bathroom they had
was pretty far away from where they would sleep. My
grandma took over a couple of the rooms on one
side of the complex since they were weren't being rented.
There were around three to four rooms and they were

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being used as storage. One room was a bedroom and
my mom couldn't recall what the other rooms had. In
the actual apartment that was next to those rooms, they
had a kitchen, a TV in a room where they
all slept together. Because the building was pretty old, most
of the rooms didn't have light, but the actual apartment did.
Since the bathroom was really far, my grandma would have

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my mom and her brother bring in a urine bucket
at night, but since back then there was barely any lights,
the knights would be very dark and it would make
my uncle and mom super nervous. They would have to
carry with them a cable light with them. So then
one night again, my grandma forced them to go get
the pea bucket and they both nervously hurried to go

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get it while carrying the cable light. They got the
bucket out the room, and as they were heading back,
my uncle noticed a fire light in the patio and
immediately shields my mom and starts shaking. My mom, confused,
tries to see what it is. The way she described
it is like a fire like projection, but not red,
more like a wider fire. They'd both run to try

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to go back to the main apartment, but their older sister,
to mess with them, locked the door and wouldn't let
them in. My uncle, out of fear, takes off, leaving
my mom behind. My mom was so scared and pete
herself out shock and fear, she falls to the floor
and observed a shadow creature running out the light. She
described this creature around a kid's size. She noticed its eyes,

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but it said although they were bigger, they weren't exaggerated,
just bigger. For the color, she said it was like
a grayish translucent color. My uncle, as he was running out,
trips over a stair and then watch the shadow run
out until it disappears. Once my mom's sister finally lets
them and they couldn't stop crying. They couldn't sleep or talk.

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They were traumatized for years. My grandma would try to
make them explain. Other people believed that my grandma needs
to dig a hole on the patio because the shadowy
creature might have let them know there's a treasure. My
grandma believed that if she dig a hole, she would
find something bad, so that's it happened. For a while,
my mom and her brother weren't the same and then

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when they finally were able to talk about it, my
mom realized it wasn't her imagination. I think this story
is really interesting because usually an experience like this happens
to one person, but two kids, perhaps they really did
see that shadowy gray light creature. This happened about fifteen
years ago back in Mexico. Me and my dad, along

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with some friends, were out in the woods gathering firewood.
Old dirt road used mainly by cattle and ranchers, no
other traffic that far out ten minutes later, this nice
new truck with tinted windows, coming from the opposite direction
stops maybe twenty five feet in front of my dad's truck.
We could hear somebody crying in the truck, most likely

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a woman, but not sure, but me, being like ten,
didn't think much of it and continued to grab fallen branches.
The truck just stoked, but no one got out of
the vehicle. My dad told us that it was enough
for the day and it was getting dark. All the
older guys in the group seemed to know something was
up and jumped in the truck in a hurry. I
even got my finger smashed on the door because of it,

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but again I didn't think much of it, aside from
my finger getting bloody. I remember my dad driving fast.
They talked and murmured, but it was grown ups talked
to me, and all I could think off was my
finger and the pain. When we got back to the town,
my dad pounded a few beers and they talked. Several
years later, when I was in my early twenties, that

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memory came back and I connected the dots to what
we witnessed. I never felt so much fear in my
life before to this date is the scariest thing that
ever happened to me. I don't have the guts to
bring it up to my dad, but I'm pretty sure
that it was some sort of Cartel hell related deal,
but for some reason they decided that we didn't see anything. Also,

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this is because back in the day and in my area,
you never really heard of crime like that. The only
crime was Cartel on Cartel's super secret of crime. So
I'm sure that whoever was inside probably had something to
do with them if it was cartel related. But I
can only imagine what my dad felt having me and
as friends with them there and seeing something that we

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were not supposed to see. It could have gone terribly
wrong for all of us. I used to work at
a weather station in northern Canada. It was a twenty
four hour place, so it was manned round the clock
and often by someone who was awake. I worked nights
many many times, and I didn't see much creepy stuff,
but hurt a lot. Fairly nearby was a place where

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a couple of local guys housed their sled dog teams.
You'd hear them yipping and barking now and then, and
it was quite routine. Other times it was apparent that
a bear or a wolf was over there and bugging them
in their cages. Because it was a lot more than
normal barking. It was the sound of shit scared dogs
freaking out. I only heard this next thing happen one time,

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but pretty clearly something had gotten in there and killed
at least one dog. I heard the sound of a
living critter screaming while it was being killed, and it
totally knew it. There is no other way to describe it.
If you heard it, you'd know. I was recently working
near a river in the British Columbia Wilderness when about
twenty meters from me and my coworker, we heard loud

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footsteps crashing through the trees. My coworker yelled out nothing.
The footsteps continued, but after he yelled out a second time,
the footsteps stopped, and then things went completely silent. There
was other people in the vicinity throughout the week, but
to our knowledge, nobody there that day. I grew up hunting,

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and I am very familiar with the fauna of Western Canada.
It sounded like a or cow, moose, or el, perhaps
a sizeable buck, but to my knowledge they don't have
the smarts to actively hide from humans when they are
yelled at, same with bears. Mountain lions, however, do but
I don't believe one would ever be so loud and

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clumsy sounding. Wtf was in the woods? I'm not above
thinking it was perhaps a big foot or was it
a sinister person? My daughter, who was eleven years old
at the time, was visiting my parents for the weekend
during the summer. They owned fifty five acres in the
woods in northern Michigan. Most of the property near the

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home is cleared, roughly about seven acres. The rest is
sporadic trees here and there until you get to the
back eight acres. Before it gets dark, they like to
sit out on their screened in porch and watch the
deer come out to eat, which was done this night.
The plan was to wait till the sun went down
so she could practice riding her c T two hundred

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Coleman bike. It is a small bike that only went
twenty miles per hour and it had a decent headlight
on it, so it was good for the cleared trails
on the property. While her and my dad were sitting
on the porch just before sunset. My daughter was watching
the open field for deer, but instead she seen something
that looked like a white dog, moving very slowly. It

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was roughly two hundred yards away from them, and she said, Grandpa,
what is that. He looked, and he looked very confused.
My dad is a man who has grown up in
the woods. He knows every animal and everything possible about
where they lived. He told her it looked like it
could have been a white coyote. It had a similar size,

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but it didn't look like any coyote he had seen.
The body of the creature was very thin, almost bone skinny,
and didn't have a tail. He went and quickly grabbed
the binoculars from inside the house. He looked, and he said,
it looks really deformed, like a deformed It's facing away,
so I can't really see its face. It left view

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and they continued sitting there waiting for dark. When the
sun set, my dad made sure to tell her not
to go fast because riding at night was something new.
He knew that she knew the lay of the land well,
but was worried since it was her first time doing
laps night riding. When he was done with his safety brief,
she took off. As she was riding her way around

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the property, she had a weird feeling of being watched,
but she pushed those thoughts to the side because she
assumed it was nerves on top of it being dark
in the woods. As she rounded the corner to the
straightaway with her light shining down the path, the light
from her bike reflected back two eyes. She slowed her
bike down, thinking it was a coyote or a deer.

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As she came slowly closer, she realized it was white.
She was frozen in a panic when she realized that
this was the creature she and my dad's in the field,
only this time she was just feet away. The creature
was facing her, and she was able to clearly see
its head. This time, it was crouching with its long,
skinny arms hanging down against its side. It had the

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head of a human, a human dying of malnutrition. It
had a huge chest in its rib cage was very prominent.
What she thought was white fur with skin. It had
white skin with gray undertones. It looked like death. Its
eyes were half the size of its head and completely
reflected the light from her bike. She was still riding

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towards it, unable to react due to being frozen in
fear the creature's mouth and became clear it was really
big and unnatural. As she got closer, she started to
realize that this creature was very tall, tall like my dad,
who was six feet three, she said, the long, skinny
arms that hung down to its sides had human like hands.

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She started to feel sick and woozy. She snapped out
of it, turned the bike around, and headed back to
the house as fast as the bike went. My sister
and I were out off roading around one am this
one night in my old jeep. We ended up coming
across this large water retention basin and decided to explore
it for a bit. While we were cruising around, we

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started talking about skin walkers and whether they're real or not.
The conversation had spooked us both a bit, as it
was pitch black out, not a light in sight other
than my light bars. We ended up changing the topic
and kept on cruising. Not even twenty minutes later, we
both got this very uneasy feeling of being watched, and
shortly after my dashed lights started flickering slightly, something that

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they never do and haven't done since. Already spooked from
the previous conversation. This creaked us out even more and
we decided it was time to call it a night
as we were about to leave the retention base and
my jeep engine died trying to climb the slight hill out,
which was all so not normal for my jeep. It
struggled to start, but eventually started and was barely running.

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At that point. We were terrified and I gunned it
out of there while my jeep continued to run like
it had a bullet shot through the engine. We definitely
said our prayers, as neither one of us was going
to get out and take a look at that point.
Once we got back to the main road, we made
it to a gas station close by and I stopped
to investigate. Upon investigation, I found a vacuum line had

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come disconnected, a vacuum line that should not have come
off as it is a securely connected vacuum line. I
reattached the line and my jeep ran perfectly and has
not come off years later. I've had, without a doubt,
real paranormal experiences in the past, and this definitely felt
the same. Was it just an unfortunate series of events

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or was there something out there with us that night.
I'll never know, and I definitely don't want to go
back and find out for myself. I worked at a
dog sledding company in northern Ontario this past winter. Our
building was about a kilometer from the dog kennels. I
know very well the routine barking and howling you mentioned.
Our dogs about thirty five would do it, usually twice

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a night. To other people, it sounds aggressive, but when
you know the dogs and their barking, it sounds fine.
I have never liked being outside at night, and my
housemates liked to have a fire most nights, about fifty
feet from the building. One night, I was sitting in
the common area reading about eleven pm. Suddenly they came

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bursting into the house yelling. I could hear the dogs barking,
and over my friends yelling and panic. I could hear
something wasn't right with the dogs. The barks were shrieking.
In short, something was happening. Occasionally a dog would get
out and pick a fight with another dog. That's what
it sounded like, the aggressive growl, barking. I stayed at

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the building while the others piled into the cub cadet
to go break up the fight. They came back ten
minutes later, white as ghosts. A wolf had gotten in
and a few of the dogs in one kennel had
torn the fencing down and attacked it. Wolf was on
the ground dying. Four of our dogs were laying around
the kennel in pieces, two more dying. They shot the

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two dogs in wolf and were coming back to take
a few minutes before picking up the pieces. The rest
of the pack may still have been around, because it's
unlikely one wolf killed six dogs by itself. I don't
work there anymore. Way too intense for me. Last night
I left to go home from a camping trip in Arizona,

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and let me tell y'all, something scared the shit out
of me. I was driving back home to CALLI from
the forest in Forest Lakes, Arizona, with my boyfriend in
the car. Suddenly we see a huge dog looking creature
with white and brown on it. It was running in
and out of the trees on our left side. My
boyfriend and I try to slow down to see what

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the heck it was, but all of a sudden, when
I barely can get a glimpse, it started sprinting at
my car. On my side. Mind you, I had the
windows down, it was a cool night, But I shit
you not, I freaking didn't hesitate to hit that gas
pedal and GTFO there. I didn't care to look back
or anything. I had that gut feeling and wanted out.

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But yeah, a weird situation. Does anyone know what I
might have seen? I know what a dog looks like
in animals, but this thing gave me a whole different vibe.
Just today I found a trail cam facing a daycare
on one of the properties I manage. I cut it
out of the tree. It's pretty creepy because the SD
card is full of pictures from December thirtieth, twenty seventeen

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to jan one, twenty eighteen, so in three days the
entire thing got full, and no one came back for
it for over a year now. There's no pictures of
anyone setting it up. There's several pictures of cars driving by,
and an occasional picture of someone entering or exiting the building,
but you can't make out any faces or license plates,

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and again, no images of anyone setting it up or
walking near it at all. Me and my co workers
came up with a few theories. First and easiest is
a pervert. He got locked up for something else and
that's why the SD card hasn't been cleared of data
in over a year. Second is a police investigator or
fraud investigator. Because the camera is facing the front door

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and the handicap parking spots. Was someone claiming disability and
handicap when they really weren't and the camera was put
there to catch them walking with ease? Still doesn't explain
why the trail cam would still be there, though. Last
is a jealous or suspicious lover spying on someone. Did
they see what they needed and killed themselves? Did they

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kill the other person and get locked up. Maybe they
had multiple trail cams and got the info they needed
off a different one. Very creepy to me, though, and
a buddy were doing some backcountry hiking in the Great Basin,
in an area where all sorts of weird shit was
prone to happen. There was some restricted military base in
the general area, lots of military testing and maneuvers, and

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lots of crazy ass weirdos that came through that area.
We crested a tall hill and were looking out over
a valley when we saw two other guys on a
hill across from us. I took a look at them
through my binox and they looked pretty normal. One had
a rifle, but that didn't concern me because lots of
people would skeet shooting such up in that region. I

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decided to give them a holler and waved, just to
let them know we were in the area, just in
case they were shooting. Well, they noticed us, and the
guy with the rifle raised and pointed it in our direction.
I tried to dismiss it as him using his scope
to be able to see us, as we were pretty
far away. We resume hiking and next thing I know,
I hear shots landing on the hill. Were on not

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terribly close, but we hoof it down that hill and
up another one, and I break out the binox again. Well,
those two guys had now made it across to the
hill we were on before, and we're skulking around the
brush f that. I decided we needed to get back
to camp, but that we couldn't make a beeline because
it would take us across the valley and we would

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be spotted. In a second, I saw that there was
an old dry wash out that was the perfect depth
to conceal us. We snuck our way down into it,
and it was literally like being in a trench surrounded
by sheer dirt walls. We followed it around and out
to safety, but it was pretty harrowing being in there
because you couldn't see too much above, and so we

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had no clue where those guys were. My buddy told
me a story over ice fishing this past weekend. So
my boss has tons of private property in northern Michigan,
and he offered to let me hunt there this year.
So I took him up on the offer quickly, as
I've put up with Central Michigan public land for years. Anyways,

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come September, I got out there and put three hang
on tree stands with screw in steps. Yeah yeah, I know,
not legal, but that's the only thing I'm comfortable climbing,
and I take them out after I leave in various locations.
Keep in mind, this is private nobody else is supposed
to be hunting within miles of me. Fast forward to

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late October and I managed to get out there after
a very busy work schedule. Roofing sucks go to school
kids for a weekend. So Friday, I take my bait
out to one of my stands, the closest one to
the cabin. I get there and notice there isn't much
deer signs, so I decide to lug my bag out
three miles down until the swamp, where I find my

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next stand with heavy sign So I spread my pile out,
I put my steps in so I can climb it
in the morning and begin to head back. The third stand,
the furthest one out was only a mile away from
the one I was at sich Stu waited on the
side of a fairly large hill. I get within a
quarter mile of it on my GPS when suddenly I

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begin to pick up on a bad feeling, like my
body was telling me something was up. Normally I know
better than t go against this, but this is as
remote as you can get for Michigan. So I carried on.
The closer I got, the worse the feeling got. I
got within fifty yards when I just froze something was wrong.

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The tree my stand was in was empty. There was
no stand, but just to my right in front, about
thirty feet from the tree, was my stand, mangled and broken.
I ran over to it and started investigating it. In
front of the stand. Five feet away on the ground
was a massive and fresh impact mark on the ground

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where it had hit. Then bounced against a tree hard
enough to leave a mark again fresh on the tree,
and cleanly snapped the seat off. I then turned to
me tree. I looked for marks and found none, just
the old marks from where I screwed my steps in
a month and a half ago when I set it up.
No footprints, nothing around the tree. Someone or something unstrapped

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my stand and threw it from twenty five feet up
the tree and traveled through the air the same distance
to the ground. This stand was not light either, easily
sixty pounds. I knew I needed to get out of
their quick, so I booked it straight to the cabin.
Stupid me went out to hunt the next morning in
the stand with bait. I hunted from sun up to sundown,

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not seeing a damn thing. So around dark I started
to pack up. Where I was facing I could see
the hill where I had the other stand, and just
as I was about to get down, I could see
a light, then two, then four or five lights. They
were moving erratically around the general area of the stand.

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It was so silent I could barely hear some faint voices.
I noped out of their silently and in the dark.
The next day I was done. I had decided to
pick up my remaining stands and leave. I went to
the stand I hunted in the next day, when I
seen the stand hanging in the tree next to the
one I was in off a branch, I didn't investigate.

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I turned around and ran back to the truck. I
was done. Nope, that was that. Called my boss and
told him what was up. His theory was meth heads
or marijuana growers. As for me, I have no clue.
Back to creepy. This was out by a campground of
several natural springs. A friend and I, same buddy from before,

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decided to strike out and go explore some very dilapidated
and ancient looking farm structures we'd seen earlier in the day.
We decided to go at night because if being sane right,
it was a small cluster of buildings far off next
to some woods. We hiked through the brush to get there,
but there was also a really torn up, we'd choked

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dirt road that led to it. The buildings were completely
decrepit and looked like they were going to collapse if
we breathed too hard. We went to the biggest barn
like building and immediately began to smell death. As we
got to the interior, we noticed some really unnerving things. First,
despite the fact that these buildings no longer had any

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functional purpose, it was clear that people still went out there.
There were fresh footprints that did not belong to us. Second,
there seemed to be blood spattered all over the place. Third,
there were pieces of wood that had been sharpened into
crude short steaks that were absolutely drenched in blood. Fourth,

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there were scattered clumps of what looked to me at
least to be human hair. Lastly, it looked like someone
had used the bloodstained stakes to try and scrawl something
on a couple walls and on a load bearing post
in the center of the building. I couldn't make it out,
Probably better that way, So yeah, we decide to GTFO Immediately.

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We decided to leave via a slightly different route because
we were ultra paranoid that someone was watching and would
follow us back to camp. As we made our way back,
we hit a truly putrid wall of that death stench. Again.
We found the source. It was the rear half of
a calf, just the rear half. The front half was

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absolutely nowhere in sight. The worst thing about it, though,
is that this animal was cut clean in half. It
did not look like an animal attack at all, no
other wounds, just perfectly snipped in half. We made it
back to camp and left the next morning. I was
sixteen to seventeen around two thousand and nine with a

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group of friends, eight of us maybe, walking down my
block in Forest Park, Illinois, heading towards one of my
friend's house. It was summer, around nine pm. The sun
was already Once we made it to the end of
my block, at an intersection perch the top of twenty
feet street light, was a figure humanoid definitely, but with wings,

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standing relatively still. I and all of my friends saw
it started out it for maybe a few seconds, all
muttering WTF. After those seconds of collective confusion, the thing
spread its wings fully. I don't think either of us
saw it fly off or anything, because the moment it
did that, we all took off, running, half of us

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one way and the other half another, guessing neither of
us has ever run that fast in our lives. I
eventually made it to the friend's house. We were originally
intending to get too Obviously, we were freaked out, asking
each other, wtf did we just see? Honestly, really not
talking about it too much after the situation. I'm twenty

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nine now. None of those friends that I still keep
in contact with remember were seeing red eyes, but everything
else was the same as how the moth Man is described.
At this time, neither of us had even heard of
the moth Man or even that there has been a
sighting in the Chicago area. But I, without a doubt
know what I saw was real because the group saw

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the exact same thing at the exact same moment. If
I was by myself, I don't know if I would
have believed it. Honestly, we were out of there so
fast that I couldn't pick up much of the vibes
that it gave off. All I know is that wasn't
an owl, a crane, or a drone. It kind of
reminded me of the creature from the Jeepers Creepers film

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if you know of that movie. Not a scary one,
but it was definitely pretty awesome to me. I saw
fresh deer signs going into this meadow through some asspen
when I was out for an early morning hight. I
approached the clearing from downwind and made my way toward
it almost imperceptibly slow. The grass in the clearing was ridiculous,

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tall and lush and covered in cool dew, and I
could see why the deer would have found this so
attractive on a summer morning. I made my way into
the grass and got nearer into the middle when I
saw a six point buck come out from behind some
trees on the other side. He looked at me for
a minute and knocked his antlers a little bit against
a tree. I didn't want to get him riled, so

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I lowered myself into the grass. When I did that,
the whole herd of just quietly stood up all around me.
They were bedded in the grass and I couldn't see them.
They didn't seem spooked at all, and just lazily started
to make their way out of the clearing. A small
dough strolled by, so close, in fact, that I almost
wanted to touch her. Just a really serene and beautiful sight.

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Story for my dad. Back in nineteen eighty nine, my
dad was hunting out in New Kent County, Virginia. He
feels uneasy throughout the morning, and then he gets really
spooked to the point where he decides to leave. Nothing
weird is happening, and he's a lifelong hunter who wouldn't
normally leave the woods for a bad feeling. Can vouch

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he's very practical. As he's driving home, he sees a
bunch of cop cars at the rest stop near his
hunt club. Later that evening, he finds out that the
cops had found the bodies of victims of the Colonial
Parkway killer near the rest stop and a spot fairly
close to his tree stand Anna Maria Phelps and Daniel
Lauer as a true crime buff When my dad told

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me this story last year, I lost my dang mind.
In late fall of twenty eighteen, I was driving back
home from work on a Saturday afternoon on my two
hundred and seventy one South near Mayfield, Ohio. The weather
was overcast and light rain was coming down and slowed
down traffic due to rain. It wasn't very windy, but

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the wind blew the rain to the southeast out of
my periphery. I noticed to my right what resembled a
large grouping of dark gray balloons floating silently from one
side of the freeway to the other above the tops
of the cars on the same freeway. Upon closer inspection,
I noticed these orbs hanging or grouping together in what
resembled a D and a strand model. Some were attached

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to others, while the remainder were free floating, clinging together
as they floated silently across and into obscurity. This was
my third experience witnessing something anomalous, and I reported it
months ago to author Preston Bennett. I've included the artistic
recreation of my sighting. We were out in a state
park tent camping, not far from civilization at all. Three

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of us, after drinking a bit too much and some
other partying, we hiked it bit up the mountain behind
our camp stupid. It was pitch black with a very
steep incline. About thirty minutes into the height, in the
middle of nowhere we see a structure. It's a door
and not much else. The door is built into a

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brick building. It had four walls, but the structure was
so small and built just for the door. The front
was about six feet wide, and then from front to
back it was probably two feet. I know it doesn't
sound that creepy. But when you find a closed door
on a tiny brick building, throw in the party and
it becomes really really creepy. Turns out the door was unlocked,

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so we open it and there's no floor inside, but
a ladder going down. You bet you're ask None of
us had the balls to go down. We dropped some
rocks that took quite a while to hit the bottom.
No splash, just a solid smack of rock against concrete.
Sorry for the boring ending, but there wasn't much more
to the story. Shit was real strange, though it was

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a long time ago. I have no recollection of where
it was, so if I wanted to ever go back,
I'm Saw. I AMJ a twenty eight year old warehouse
worker prefer to keep my last name anonymous. The event
I'm about to share took place while I was hunting
with my dog in a rural area I referred to

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as Black Bay, Florida. I've only recently felt confident enough
to tell this story. I've kept it to myself and
close family for a very long time. After several hours,
I decided it was time to head back home before
it became too dark to find my way. As we
made our way through the fields. I hopped the last

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fence and waited for my large dog to squeeze through
the gate. We were about twenty feet away from the
start of the path when I heard a whoop on
one side, followed by a sharp whistle on the adjacent side.
Initially I thought the sounds were birds, but as the
unidentified sounds continued, I realized something else was going on.

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I took a few more steps, and suddenly something let
out a deep growl followed by a yell. It stunned
me and confused me. I had never heard anything remotely
close to that before. I managed to catch a glimpse
of something reddish brown on crossing the path, although it
wasn't much taller than me. As the noise subsided, I

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mustered the courage to make my way through the path
and finally reach my residence. The only way home was
through the path that this creature had just crossed. The
sun was almost down, so it was a moment of
flight or fight, and I chose flight. When I arrived home,
my mother noticed that something was wrong. She was outside

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collecting clothes off the line and asked if I had
heard a strange noise coming from that direction, but I
couldn't reply. I was still in shock. At the time.
I hadn't heard much about Bigfoot, but I knew that
what I saw that day wasn't your average local wildlife.
It was possibly a family of ape like creatures crossing
the path, And I have a theory now. I understand

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that what I encountered was a family because I heard
three vocalizations that evening. Back then, it was hard to
understand what was happening, but now I believe I'm must
have come between the juvenile and the adult. That's why
they distracted me and ultimately scared the living crap out
of me to ensure I didn't hurt their young. During
about five hours of babysitting, I drank a six pack

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of five percent ABV Seltzers. I am not a day
one drinker. It was just a regular night and I
did not make any mistakes due to said seltzers, nor
was I drunk. Now, if you are under the understanding
that the common person doesn't typically hallucinate or mess up
too bad with around one strawberry lemonade seltzer every forty

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five minutes, that I can carry on and you can read.
But if you can do nothing but automatically prejudge my story.
Over said disclaimer, don't bother and yes this will be
relevant to the end of the story. Moving along, So,
in a very woodsy state in the US I used
to live in, I knew a hippie couple that would
pay me in my now ex to babysit. Sometimes. It

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was about twenty minutes into the woods. Houses on the
way but all pretty far apart. These friends lived up
a hill that was about a one minute drive and
had two neighbors, but not anywhere close enough to hear them.
On this night, I went up there by myself. They
paid good money to babysit, had awesome, well behaved kids,

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and their property was gorgeous, so it was always a
treat go up there. I didn't know how to lock
their front door, but I always felt safe because I
was like, who would come all the way up here? Yes,
I might have been wrong. So the evening went normally
until the end. The kids played outside a bit and
I watched them. They went on to watch T. Five

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and one, put a tunic casserole and the oven their
mom had prepped. I went to do some dishes while
they chilled because I said I would clean the house
the day before, also a paying gig, and I didn't
come through for that, so I wanted to surprise the parents.
Pretty soon after the kids needed to get ready for bed.
One could brush her teeth and the others still needed

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his brush. So I did that, and I think they
just put on pajamas and I went to grab a
quick drink from the kitchen. Here's where it gets weird again.
No neighbors close between the bathroom and the kitchen. There
was a back door. I heard a woman talking very
close to the window, as if she was talking to
someone else. The TV was off, and I don't put

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on headphones or a speaker around other people, so it
was none of those things. I assumed. I didn't hear
their parents pull up and they were talking outside, so
I opened the back door and called out their names,
but it was pitch black and silent. I immediately felt alarmed.
I put the kids to bed and said I will
be right back and if they are still awake, I

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will read them a story. I went outside and sounded
a drill. I happened to see by the door and said,
if anyone has a bone to pick, I'm right here
and come get it. Mind you, Even a good cop
was Atli's twenty minutes out and I had two other
lives to protect. Call me bonkers, but again I heard
people in the woods, and I have no history of

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mental illness or drug abuse, So yeah, I heard what
I heard. With how shaken up I was, I knew
something had to be wrong. Parents returned shortly after. Mom
seemed calm. Dad said he thinks I drank too much,
and he believes I thought I heard something. He said
his kids did not hear me outside when I came out,

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warning whoever was out there. I closed the door so
they wouldn't hear me, and the kids said the night
went well. Despite this, he thinks I scared them and
drank too much and never had me babysit. Again, I
think I did the right thing. One of my aunts
recently passed away at ninety two years of age. My
cousin has been her caregiver for the past four years.

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He promised her he'd never put her in a nursing home.
He doted on her and kept her clean and comfortable
until she passed away at home. The evening she died,
he was monitoring her vitals and listening to her heart
with a stethoscope, heard her take her final breath. As
he stood up from her bedside, he caught a glimpse
of movement at the nearby bathroom door. He saw his

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mom in a flowing white dress, looking much younger and
almost transparent. She looked at him and said thank you
and faded away. We will be attending her celebration of
life this weekend. I grew up in the late nineties
early two thousands. I spent a lot of time outside
and I loved all animals, including bugs, frogs, and lizards, etc.

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My little brother played a lot of sports, so on
weekends I was always dragged to his games, and after
school I often had to attend his practices. It was
soccer season and I had to go with my mom
to one of my brother's soccer practices after school on
this day. I was probably female eight or nine at
the time. It was at a local park, surrounded by

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some wilderness and some hiking trails. I like this park
because off to the side of the soccer fields was
a creek and stuff. I'd love to go over there
and look at them and try to catch them, etc.
It was evening time and the sun was setting, but
there was still plenty of light left. I told my
mom I was going to go down to the creek

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to catch frogs. It was down the hill, slightly from
the fields and obscured by some bushes and shrubs, but
there was a clear dirt trail that ran alongside the creek.
So I scurried on down there and was carefully studying
the creek looking for frogs, when suddenly a man's voice
startles me, what you're looking for? I look up and

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see a middle aged man dressed in typical office business ware,
button up shirt, slacks, dress shoes. He was standing on
the trail, blocking my route back up to the soccer fields,
looking at me and smiling. I was a shy and
cautious child, so I just looked at the man and
didn't reply. At first, my spidey senses were already tingling,

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and I remember feeling nervous and uneasy. I sometimes saw
hikers on the trail by the creek, but his outfit
and appearance told me this wasn't a hiker. He then
asked me, are you looking for butterflies? I saw some
down there, as he points further down the trail away
from the soccer fields. I just said no and started
looking around at what my options were. I felt the

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need to get out of there fast, but as I mentioned,
he was standing on the trail, which was my route
back to the fields. There were thick bushes on the
hillside between the trail and where the fields were. I
started making my way up the rocks to the side
of the creek towards the trail further down from where
he stood, and to my alarm, he started moving down

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the trail toward me. Need some help, he said. I
was now starting to panic. Although nothing had happened and
he seemed friendly, it just felt wrong to me. I
just got stranger danger vibes. I remember feeling a burst
of adrenaline in fear. I shouted no and booked it
up the rocks across the trail and crashed my way

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through the bushes towards the soccer fields. I remember the
branches scratching me, but I didn't care. I literally scrambled
my way through them till I came up to the
fields and then sprinted over to where my mom was
watching my brother's practice. I probably looked like hell, so she,
of course asked what the heck happened, and I told
her I felt like she thought I was just being paranoid.

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Though I'll never know if this guy posed a real
threat or not. He could have been just getting some
fresh air on his way home from work. Who knows.
I just know it felt creepy at the time. About
ten years ago, I was home alone, setting in the
den watching TV. The doorway to the den opened up
into a hallway, and just across the hallway and offset

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a little ways was the doorway that went into the kitchen.
Setting in my recliner, I could see into the hallway,
and if I leaned back enough, I could see partway
into the kitchen. So anyway, I'm setting there watching five
and one. Here something. I look into the hallway and
don't laugh, there's a pecan rolling down the hallway. My

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first reaction is there's someone in the kitchen messing with me.
I leaned back and look into the kitchen. There's no
one there. On the far side of the kitchen is
another door that goes into another hallway that if you
take or right, it goes out back. A left will
take you out front end of the car port. I
get up and go look, both doors are shut and

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locked and no one around. I picked up the pecan,
put it back in the bucket, which was setting in
the hallway by the back door, and go back to
my recliner. A few minutes later, another pecan goes rolling
down the hallway. I bolted out of my chair like
my butt was on fire, trying to catch whoever was
doing it. Same story, no one around but me, and

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both doors were still shut and locked. Now, I guess
is the time to say, I'm not a believer in
ghost but I'm having second thoughts. Put the pecan back
in the bucket, check the doors one more time, and
go back to my chair. Just a few more minutes
in my chair and another pecan goes rolling down the hallway.
I get up, go pick up the pecan, and outload.

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I said, okay, I'm tired of picking up your shit.
Stop it now. I put the pecan back in the bucket,
went back to my chair, and nothing ever happened again.
To this day, I still don't know what was doing it.
My youngest daughter swears the house was haunted. She claims
to have woken up in the middle of the night
with someone a man standing at the foot of her

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bed watching her. He was dressed in a Civil War uniform.
I never asked her if he was from the North
or south. She said he never made any attempt harm her.
She'd just put her head under the covers and after
a few minutes he'd be gone. But it happened enough
that had spooked her pretty good. Her bedroom was upstairs.
She wouldn't go to her bedroom at night if she

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was the only one at home. Instead, she'd stay in
the living room with every light in the house on
and the front door opened for a fast get away.
I have an older guy friend who grew up in
nineteen fifties Alaska, where his dad was a bush pilot.
So one day they're out flying around, just for a
nice day, and suddenly the entire sky goes red, complete

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red and clouds and no radio. At the time, he's
old enough to understand what was going on, but still
young that they just don't talk about it. His dad
continues flying for hours are not a word, but still
thinking that the Cold War had just ended in thermonuclear holocaust.
It wasn't out of the question. Alaska was a target

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close to Russia, and this was the height of the
Cold War, the sky is still forever red. Finally they
start to run out of fuel. They have to land,
but they don't know what's going on and zero ability
to find out. His dad eases the plane down, finds
the landing strip, and goes in for an emergency landing.

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They make it down perfectly, no hiccups, bumps or anything.
The airport is besides itself red sky and an unannounced
emergency landing, and a crew guy comes up to help
them out what's going on. His dad asked, you have
no idea, just how lucky you are. A volcano just

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went off and you've been flying through the debris. Thank
god no thermonuclear warfare. And they were stupidly lucky that
the plane didn't stall out in the middle of nowhere,
Alaska with a volcano spewing nearby. When I was around

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twelve fifteen, I was hunting with my dad and his
hunting buddy. I was with my dad and our friend
was off a different trail. At the end of the day,
we always met up where our trails met to walk
back to the truck together. My dad was trying to
teach our friend over the radios we used to use
and couldn't get anything from him for about twenty minutes.

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As my dad and I are almost to the crossing,
he comes on the radio and says he's on his way.
We get there, and soon after our friend shows up
entirely out of breath and sweating like a pig. Mind you,
we're in the north woods of Wisconsin during gun deer season,
so he is very heavy clothing on, and his spot
was about one miles down the trail. He goes on

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to tell us why he didn't answer. In what happened,
He was sitting in his ground blind and saw some
movement in front of him. About fifty yards ahead, he
saw a black bear cub and only the cup. It
sat down and started clawing at a tree trunk. He
didn't move or make any noise because he knew Mama
bear was close and didn't want her to find it.

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He sat there watching the cub for over an hour,
constantly trying to find Mama bear, but could not get
eyes on her. Finally, the cup lumbered off and he
decided it was safe to move out. By the time
he answered us, it was already getting past usk and
starting to get dark. As he was walking, he heard
a breath and felt hot, warm air on the back

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of his neck. The man is six feet four, so
there's only two things that could have been tall enough
to do that, a person or a standing bear. He
panicked and sprinted for over a mile down the trail
until he saw us. Luckily, he wasn't chased and made
it back safely, just sweaty and beef. I was fishing

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in this little pond in the woods near my buddy's house.
I heard a growling from across the water, but it
was a really deep growl. I look up and I
saw what can only be described as a sasquatch. It
was looking right at me from across the lake, which
is about one hundred feet away. Then it dropped on
its belly end. I want to say crawled away, because

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that was the motion, but it was super fast. Reminded
me of a liquor from Resident Evil. I literally peed
my pants and whimpered a little and was in shock
for a moment. I never told a soul because who
would believe me. This happened to my grandfather years ago.

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I guess he was out hunting and walking around in
some woods, maybe five miles from a main road near
where my family settled north of Pittsburgh. He said that
he started seeing these burnt out candles and started picking
them up. For some reason. He followed them for like
the one hundred yards and at the very end there
was a circle of black candles with a hole in

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the ground that looked to be a grave. He brought
all the candles home and my grandma yelled at him
and made him throw them away. God, I really want
to tell this to people. So a few months ago,
my girlfriend and I went to a public state park.

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It is not like a middle of nowhere, but still
not many people around, and it was in the afternoon
that a strange thing happened. When we were heading out
of the park, we saw a car that was traveling
on the opposite side toward us. Then the car turn right.
It was a sedan. We thought there was a road
right there, and when we got to the section where

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that car turned, we didn't see any road, but only
high grass and big trees. I asked my girlfriend, did
you see that red car just now? I thought it
turned right around here. She said, I saw a car too,
but it was white, wasn't it. We looked at each
other's for a few seconds and quickly left that area

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that was weird. I was working as a forest ranger
up here in Anchorage when this happened. My job at
the time was to patrol the remote area of the
park make sure nobody ever lit fires they weren't supposed
to or throw a litter when they weren't supposed to.

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I was equipped with my own radio and rifle with
me at all times in case I had to deal
with any squatters or crazy people who came in the
woods looking to do bad things, or maybe camping out
at night illegally when they weren't supposed to. It was
just before midnight on a Friday evening. I had been
patrolling an area called Barney Creek. I hadn't noticed anything

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unusual happening, so I wasn't expecting anything like that later
that night, But then I found a deceased person a skeleton.
More on that in just a second. On my way
back to my car is when I saw this body
lying across the trail that I'd been walking on. At first,
I thought it was maybe an animal due to the

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condition that the body was in, but as I got
closer and looked again, I realized it wasn't a bare
corpse or any other animal, because there was no fur
covering its flesh. It had obviously died quite a while ago.
After shining my flashlight around the area more thoroughly, with
a sense of growing apprehension, tapping into whatever bravery might

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be needed, I slowly approached the remains took out my
camera before beginning to take pictures of the evidence. I
was in no way prepared for what I saw when
I moved much closer to take a look. The skull
was pretty badly rotted, and there appeared to be a
bullet hole like behind the left eye socket. Some brutal
execution must have also happened, maybe even torture, judging by

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how bony and ripped out. Their chest area looked without
flesh or what was left covering up the rib page.
Whoever they were, somebody wanted them dead and couldn't accept
any opposition from whoever they were going after. This meant
that whoever killed them was still around and they'd be
coming back. They could have been waiting out for me
in the forest, possibly planning to take out their sick

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revenge on me. One mission to get out of there
as soon as possible and alert the authorities for backup.
I had to run back as fast as I could,
which was hard with how freaked out and terrified I
was still getting lost and occasionally trying to remember. Every
time a branch or leaf would brush against me, I
just suspected it was something that could kill me now,

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kind of like a monster's claw reaching up from behind bushes,
ready to grab me by the neck and snap it
like a twig. My heart raised with so much fear
that I swear it was almost going to pop out
of my chest without any warning at all. Finally, after
what seemed like forever, I managed then to get away,
but just collapsed onto the forest floor, completely exhausted. As

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soon as morning had arrived, I was successful in returning
to the area, but the remains were gone. I couldn't
tell if somebody had come in and taken them, or
maybe some animal decided to bury their body under some
dirt or leaves until fully decomposed. Case it didn't matter
much because no one was going to find out who
killed that person, But I realized afterwards, whoever did it

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might have been looking for me too. It's best not
to say anything about my experience now. While I'm still
working as a ranger. Look, I don't know what happened,
but here in Alaska at night, those skeletal remains still
haunt me. I have never seen a cadaver in that
bad condition, But all I can say is, why didn't

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everybody just stay away from this area? Why did this happen?
Who's this poor soul that got killed? It definitely looked malicious,
like somebody had just left the body there. I mean,
that's kind of obvious. Had it been an animal, it
would have been eating or torn apart. But the body
had been there for a while and there were no

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signs of any animals even touching it. How strange, almost paranormal,
if you will. I've received many strange, bizarre calls as
an officer. This is one of them. The call came
in as a woman reporting to the police that she

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had heard and seen a large dog trying to break
into her home. She sounded frantic. It told me she
saw the creature trying to get in through her door
several times before dialing nine to one one. The dispatcher
asked if the animal was actually inside her home. She
told us no. The dispatcher asked if this thing was

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trying to get inside her house. She said yes and
told the dispatcher that this was a large, vicious dog,
larger than any dog she'd ever seen before. This continued
on for several minutes until I finally arrived on the scene.
I got out of my car and walked towards the house,
flashlight in hand and ready for anything. Then I knocked

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on the front door. I waited several seconds and there
was no response. I knocked again. Still nothing, so I
walked around the back of her home to see if
she had gotten out another exit her entrance. I didn't
want to break down her door. Maybe she wasn't in
danger after all. About half way up the driveway at

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the side of her house, I noticed a large missing
section of fence that looked to be torn down, leading
right off to the woods and the property next door.
Then it occurred to me there were also large canine
tracks that led over this fence, right in the dirt
leading up to the house. As I crouched down, shined
my flashlight and began trying to investigate it, I saw

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something that will haunt me forever. Growling at me from
less than twenty feet away, was a snarling, wolf like
creature standing on two legs right by the tree line
leading off into the woods. This creature lowered its head
and brow and then jumped off quickly into the darkness
of the forest. I had my gun drawn and ready,
and as this thing disappeared, and I kept my gun unfocused,

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two men appeared on the property whom I did not recognize.
They were not fellow officers. They told me they were
related to the woman inside. They both had firearms drawn
but kept them by their side. I asked them if
they knew what was going on. They both looked at
me like I had two heads. The one guy said,

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you don't know. The second man just nodded toward the creature,
whispering something. He began to tell me that this home
is being attacked by a strange creature, the same creature
that also attacked his daughter while he was trying to
get her home from school just weeks ago. They were
kind of like an unofficial band of men who were
trying to track down this creature. He also informed me

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they had been tracking this beast for weeks after it
killed several livestock in another rural area. I began to
inform him about animal control, but he said that they
had already done so and they did not believe us.
And then he showed me photos of his wife's saying
injuries after this beast tried to kill her in cold blood.
That photo will stay with me. His photo was of

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his wife laying on an emergency room table, fresh stitches
all across her right side, face and neck, and also
needing her jaw wired shut due to nearly being bitten
off by this thing. Immediately, both men's attention went right
towards the woods where this creature disappeared, Both drawing the firearm,

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the one man with the photo began shooting several times,
and just then we could hear the growling and just there,
faintly beyond the light of the house in the darkness,
was this creature again? I've been trying to figure out
what I was looking at. Ware Wolves aren't real. What
else could this thing be if it's not a werewolf?

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Was this thing possibly some kind of mutation or maybe
some sort of lab experiment. I don't know, but it
kind of vanished again in the woods and things seemed
to calm down that night. Took the names and members
of the two gentlemen who seemed to want to help
and let me know if there's anything I could share
with them to help track down this strange creature. The

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woman inside the house refused to speak to me or
even come out and acknowledge my presence. I think she
was so frightened by what had just happened. Personally, I
have no explanations for any of this. I just know
that it was a very very strange call and a
very strange night. I was hunting down in Stephenville, Texas

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during whitetail season. I was up in a tripod overlooking
a pasture. Behind me, about fifty yards away was a
dry river bed, but you couldn't see it because a
dense screen of trees grew along both sides of the
river bed. But you could hike to it, and there
was another spot I would sometimes hunt on the other side.
It was getting late, but there was still a decent

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amount of life. I had seen absolutely nothing that not
even critters. So I'm sitting up in my tripod just watching,
when all of a sudden, from behind me, in or
around the river bed, I hear the most ungodly shriek
howl roar that made my hair stand on end and
I domb well near peed my pants. It continued for
about three minutes until it suddenly stopped, and that's about

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when I decided to call it a night. Ran the
whole way back to my vehicle. I didn't see it,
and I to this day I still wonder what it was.
Didn't sound like a bobcat or coyote, and Stephenville isn't
exactly known for its big cats or any cryptids. Maybe
some of you hunters out there have experienced something similar.

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So in the end of August, this guy I was
talking too now boyfriend, forty three male. He wears a
size twelve shoe. Important. Later and I, twenty one female,
went fishing. We went to one of our normal spots,
a spillway type deal coming off a mountain, tucked into
a small bowl like vallot. There's a really nice little

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tool there, so we'd go fishing. And it's like ten
p m. We had seriously just gotten there and set
up when a giant rock came flying through the air
into the middle of the pool. We hollered out, hey,
we're fishing down here. Sorry for disturbing your camping, but
we're done setting up and just want a quiet night.
We'll be respectful if you will. A second later, another

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rock came flying through the air and landed two feet
from me. We decided to go investigate who was chucking
rocks at us. I'd go and shut off our side
by side so there's no lights. We go up to
where the rocks seemed to be coming from and didn't
see any one or any footprints. We go back down
to our little hole when I feel someone watching me

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from each side of the valley. I was starting to
freak out, but not going to say anything because I'm
a big tough girl. I'm not, but I didn't want
to seem like a wind. Another rock comes flying down
into the pool. I clean up my stuff and go
to my boyfriend and say I'm leaving with or without me.
He agrees to leave and we pack up. I tell

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him I felt like we were being watched from both
sides and he agrees. Well, he was pissed, so he
goes back to check out where we were. The next day,
he found where the person was camping and had a
stockpile of large rocks to throw at us. Whoever it was.
Dug out a hole to sleep in and My boyfriend
found footprints that made his feet look tiny, probably a

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size fifteen, and where they were camped, they had a
perfect line of sight to us. The crazy thing is
we walked right below him, and we're six feet from him.
We never saw him, even with our headlamps on, and
I kept looking in his direction. I do have the
PIXI sent me, but he has an old phone and
won't let me get him one with a better camera.

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My old man take my brothers and I hunting out
of this little cabin in Colorado. The cabin is way isolated,
and I mean this place is a good thirty to
forty miles from the nearest town, and that itself is
only a handful of people nestled right in the middle
of nowhere, Abo, USA. To get there, you have to
go over a mountain pass and take a ton of

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old dirt roads. But in the end it's worth it.
The hunting is great, the sites are unforgettable, and you
are completely isolated. One year, my brother, who i'll call Carl,
and I decide to play a little prank on our
youngest brother, Lou. We have a habit of telling scary stories,
and this only increases when we go camping and hunting,

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cause that's just one of the things you do out
in the middle of the woods. Carl and I finish
telling Lou a particularly frightening tale, and like the loving
brothers we are, we start egging him on about all
the creepy shit that's probably lurking outside the cabin as
we speak. Lou is getting way into it and begins
to freak out, and our dad has enough of mine

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and Carl's antics and sends us out to get more
fire with While we're out there, Karl and I devise
an even greater prank that'll surely star our baby brother
for life. So, like the idiots we are, we start
making all these howling noises. Now we're a good fifty
yards from the cabin. At this point in Karl and
I are lying in wait for our little brother to

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come investigate where we went, since that's something our dad
would make him do. Sure Enough, Lou comes out with
a high beam light and starts scanning the area from
the doorway to see where we are.

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Now.

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Lou hates coyotes, and we continue to make howling and
growling noises while he searches for us, and from what
we can see of him. The kid is petrified on
the spot as he looks for us. As soon as
he passed Karl and I with a light, we jumped
out of the darkness and snarled and ran at him
on all fours, scaring the living hell out of our

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little bro. Mission accomplished. Next thing, Carl and I know
our dad is in the doorway, and boy, our old
pops is fuming. At this point, he grabs the lightluid
dropped and turns it on us as we're making our
way back. I turned to Karl and told him it
was nice knowing. But before our dad goes full Jack

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Torrent from the shining on our asses, something changed in
the way my dad was standing. I visibly saw his
silhouette sag in the doorway as he looked out into
the night. And suddenly he's telling us to get in
the cabin as fast as we can. I didn't hear
anger in his voice at all. I just remember the
fear in his words as he started yelling, boys, don't

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turn around, just get back to the cabin now now now.
Carl and I barely made it through the door before
our dad slammed it shut and managed to lock it
with his shaking hands. He made it to his chair
and sat down before facing us and said, with the
straightest face, stop scaring your brother. Turns out they planned

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the whole thing when we went out for firewood. This
is my story with the Mothman of Chicago. I genuinely
believe this one in particular, roosts in bussy woods in
the Western Suburbs Rolling Meadows area. I am in a
suburb next door. This occurred right at the start of

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the pandemic in early twenty twenty. Many things were shut
and this moonless night was easily the darkest I'd ever
experienced in the suburbs. Usually light pollution means you can
see twenty four to seven, but this night was particularly
dark and quiet. It was like two a m. And
I'm in the garage tinkering on one of the bikes,

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listening to some music not super loud. When there was
a crash on the roof of my garage. I've had
raccoons jump off the tree onto it before, but this
sounded like a person my size just jumped onto it.
The whole building shook. My garage is an old horse barn,
relatively small for a barn but big for a garage
detached and across the driveway. Well, I heard this, and

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I knew it couldn't be a raccoon, but that's what
my mind went too. So I grab a shovel and
step outside, trying to look up, but it's so dark
I can't see a darn thing. As I round the
corner of the garage into the front part of my yard,
which was so dark, I couldn't see my neighbor's house.
I swear on my life, I hear something jump down

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and land maybe fifteen yards in front of me. I
can't see anything. I don't remember hearing anything breathe, snarl, browl,
or anything like that which you would if you were
face to face with a raccoon. They're noisy. So I'm
standing there, dead stopped, holding the shovel like a walking stick,
unsure of what to do or even what's happening. I

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had a very visceral feeling that I was squaring down
with something my size. Though I felt it, I knew
I couldn't just stand there and wait to become a victim.
I have a mentality that I never will be one.
I'll throw the first stone every time I raised the
shovel to my other hand, taking a defensive grip, and
stepped forward, only taking one or two steps before I

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hear three heavy footfalls. Then I hear the fence behind
my garage rapp and then I hear a whooshing sound
like a great pair of beating wings. I genuinely believe
when I stepped forward, whatever was their turn jumped on
the fence and took off flying. I never even caught
a glimpse. I was one hundred percent sober, no drinking,

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and I don't do drugs. I was not sleep deprived.
I only got off work an hour and a half prior.
I think my garage was the only light for miles,
and my music drew it in. No one, and I
mean no one else was for a mile in any
direction as far as I could tell. As soon as
that thing left, I shut down the garage and went inside,

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somewhat shaken, thinking, Holy crap, I damn near got into
a fight with something, and I don't even know what
it was. The Reason I think that it was the mothman,
and why I think it rouse in bussy Woods is
another story entirely. This is not an embellishment. This is
a real event that happened to me, albeit only one time. Ever.

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I was in seventh or eighth grade when me and
about fifteen of my friends and acquaintances went into the
woods by the highway to ensure no one saw that
there were kids with airsoft guns and camos shooting each other.
We trekked deep into the woods. No highway car could
be heard, so we knew it was far enough. We
eventually came across this old, single roomed house. The windows

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were boarded up with wood, the door had about five padlocks,
and the pool out back was green with algae. Grass
overgrew any remnants of a driveway through the dense forest.
Peaking through the wood boards found broken furniture and the
floor caked in dirt. The guy who organized the hangout
lived nearby and assured us all that the owners hadn't

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been the house for ten years. They were old and
presumed dead. With no concerns, we finally played airsoft for
a couple hours. Needing a break, we all rendezvous back
at the house. As we approached, we could hear the
faint sound of an engine. Nobody could even tell a
car was approaching at first because of the thick brush.

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Sure enough, a black car was rolling around the corner,
pulling up to our group. The driver lowers the passenger window,
an old man driving and an old man behind him.
The passenger was an elderly woman with another elderly woman
behind her. Everyone in the car was dressed in all
black formal clothes. They practically started screaming at us to

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get away, literally almost shrieking, but it also sounded angry.
We tried to apologize for trespassing, but then the driver
started reaching for something in the glove box. We all
ran out of there. Their eyes were so grayish blue
it was almost transparent. The hair was whiter than snow.
The black tuxedos and dresses were vampiric looking. To this day,

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I think they were cultists. I'll never know, and I'll
never forget. My name is Jack, and I lead a
rather adventurous life. By day, I work as a hunter,
skilled in tracking elusive game through the wilderness, and in
my free time, I indulge in my passion for soccer,

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finding solace in the thrill of the game. It was
a crisp autumn morning when my friends called me, their
voices filled with excitement and mischief. They proposed a hunting
trip to a forbidden part of Yellowstone National Park, a
place shrouded in local legends and superstitions. Despite my initial reluctance,
I couldn't resist the allure of adventure, and I agreed

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to join them. As we set off on our journey,
laughter and banter filled the air, masking the subtle ease
that lingered beneath the surface. What could go wrong? The
deeper we ventured into the preserve, the more unsettling the
atmosphere became. Trails seemed to vanish before our eyes, leading

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us in circles, and phantom animals darted through the underbrush.
Elusive and ethereal. Unexplained noises echoed through the trees, sending
shivers down our spines. It was then, in the heart
of that supposedly haunted place that we encountered the true
horror that awaited us. A vengeful spirit like Cryptid, a

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creature that had been awakened. One by one, my friends
fell victim to its wrath, their lives crully snuffed out.
As the cries and pleas for mercy filled the air,
I knew I was the only one left standing. Fear
coursed through my veins. But I couldn't abandon my friends
to this malevolent force. Gathering my courage, I've prepared for

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a final battle. Armed with my trusty rifle. In a
desperate showdown, I faced off against the cryptid our eyes,
locked in a battle of wills. With every shot I fired,
I prayed it would be the one to bring an
end to its reign of terror. Finally, with a well
aimed shot to its heart, the creature let out a
bone chilling howl and collapsed. But as it lay lifeless

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on the forest floor, a strange occurrence unfolded. The Cryptid,
once a fearsome presence, vanished into thin air, as if
it had never existed at all. The weight of what
had transpired settled upon me, and I realized the magnitude
of the horrors I had witnessed. Wounded and emotionally drained,
I summoned the strength to call for help. But when

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the authorities arrived, their eyes fell upon the lifeless bodies
of my friends, and suspicion clouded their days. Instead of
finding solace and aid, I found myself accused of their
deaths Now confined within the cold confines of a jail cell,
I reflect upon the events that led me here. The

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haunting memories of that ill fated hunting trip remain etched
in my mind, and I yearned for justice and vindication.
The truth of that cursed place in Yellowstone National Park
may forever remain a mystery, but the burden of what
I experienced will forever haunt me. This was at Dshoot's

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Park in Washington State. It's a smallest trail that has
a couple waterfall viewpoints. We went out because it was
mushroom season and we were looking for chicken of the
woods and oysters. So the three of us get to
the park. There is no one else in the parking lot. Cool,
we get to have the trail to ourselves and talk.

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We go down mess about for an hour, looking for
mushrooms and just enjoying the fresh air and quietness. We
stop and see this giant oyster mushroom. This thing was
like two pounds in tac I got real excited and
said whoa guy's look, more loudly than normal. At this point,
we all looked and I noticed some sticks cracking off

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in the woods. Then I hear a tree knock, and
being in Bigfoot country, that definitely snapped our attention behind
us NBD for cracked. Squirrels and deer are around, but
this sounded like a hard stick on a tree. We
turn around. I see an older man about five feet seven,
glasses and gray hair, a red north faced windbreaker and

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blue jeans, jumped from behind a tree. He was holding
a walking stick, so I assumed that was it. Like
he was peering around the tree, spying on us dramatically
and jumped out, trying to appear normal. Then he ran
toward us. This dude was not on the trail and
got there after us. I kept hearing snaps in the
woods throughout our walk, but it did not click until

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I saw arm. Then he seemed not to notice a
startled looking and ran toward us. Anyway, We tensed as
he approached. We didn't have a weapon, but my boyfriend
is pretty big, me and my cousin are female. We
were the ones talking loudly, so I'm sure he hurt
us and thought we were alone. He started walking with us,

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and I noticed he had a slight English accent, A
formal sounding guy, but creepy. He was saying, do you
have any weapons? There's been bears down here. There was
no bears we knew of in that area. He also
asked us at the end of the trail if we
wanted to partake in his ritual in the water. At
the end of the trail. The water kinda is accessible,

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but it is freezing cold rapids. This day was about
sixty fahrenheit. No way this thinner old man is going
to jump in there, I thought, But he was insistent
on us going down there with him. I was like, ah, no,
thank you. I didn't know what else to say. I
feel like this dude was either one hundred persons, some

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wirdo creep looking to kill us, or some partially psychotic
man on a hip. The creepiest dive of my life.
Two buddies of mine and I were on a night
dive in a pew jute sound hunting prongs. It was
about one am and we're a good one hundred feet deep.

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The pitchest black. You could imagine. We used to do
this thing on night dives, where we'd get in a circle,
turn off our lights, then stir up the water and
watch the bioluminescence float around us like floating stars in
a black watery space. Beautiful. Only this one time we'd
turn off our lights stir up the water, and the

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water glows just enough to reveal a fourth person sitting
in our circle. We were at a dive resort, so
it wasn't so odd to see another diver, only it
was one a m we'd see no one else prepping
a dive at the dove. He was also alone, which
was odd considering the dangerous conditions of a night dive
in those waters. And he had no fins or gloves.

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I don't know how he swam so well without fins
or didn't get hypothermia without boots or gloves. We wore
dry suits because it was so cold that this dude
was in a wet suit with exposed skin, and we
thought we saw a giant gash in one of the legs.
So the three of us all notice him, and we're
too scared to move. I can hear my buddies panting

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in their rags, and the guy just smiles and waves,
then swims away. Whenever you think you're alone and someone
just shows up, like in an alley at night, it's weird,
as f one hundred feet underwater at night is terrified.

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I lived alone in an old house and had a
creepy stead again. The house was old, a huge house
built in nineteen fifteen and converted into apartments for World
War One soldiers before they went overseas. I rented one apartment,
about one thousand square feet by itself, and the rest
of the house was empty rooms and a giant staircase.

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As soon as I moved and I met the next
door neighbor, Rebecca, who about thirty seconds into the conversation,
asked me if I knew the house was haunted. I
laughed it off, but she insisted it wasn't safe, wasn't worried.
Moved in, cleaned out a lot of junk, and fixed
the place up as well as I could. Over the

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next few months, Rebecca and I ran into each other
here and there, and each time she added to the story.
Apparently there was an old lady who lived in the
apartment before me, who never left, never opened the windows,
and never cleaned. She died in the apartment, and there
was an estate sale to get rid of some of
her stuff. Rebecca told me during the estate sale she

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had gone into the basement and regretted it. About a
week later, I decided to go check out the basement.
I think partly to prove to myself. I wasn't concerned.
I was also curious. I'm not superstitious and I don't
believe in ghosts, but the occult is interesting to me.
As soon as I stepped in the basement, I was
creeped out. It smelled musty, but not like I have

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ever smelled before. Along the steps there were burned down
candles that made bluish gray wax puppets. The basement itself
had two huge water heater tanks, also covered in wax,
and an empty concrete floor behind the tanks that had
nasty looking towels around in more candles. Bizarre, but not haunted.

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At this point, I've lived in the apartment by myself
for about three months without any problem. My car got
broken into one night, but that wasn't surprising given the neighborhood.
Nothing strange had happened until the night I checked the basement.
At four am, I bolted awake because I heard something
in my room. This was odd for me, because I

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sleeped like a dead man. Sat in bed for a minute,
heard nothing, and went back to sleep. Around six am,
I had a night terror, heard the noise again and
woke up but this time had sleep paralysis. I saw
a black figure walk in my room and stop just
inside the doorway. At this point, I think it's a robber,

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and I start trying to ask what he wants, but
I can't speak or move. Nothing like this had ever
happened to me before, and I was terrified. After the
longest two three minutes of my life, I willed myself
out of sleep, and the whole atmosphere changed. No one
was there, nothing was out of place, no locks were broken, nothing.

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I quickly got ready and showed up at worked two
hours before it opened. Over the next few weeks, I
would hear the sound again here and there. It was
a scratching and thumping sound, always very early in the morning.
As soon as I would wake up, it would stop.
Then one morning it was especially loud, still dark outside

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five am. I heard it just behind the headboard at
my bed. This time I made sure I was totally awake.
I laid perfectly still and did me and breathe, and
I heard it again, now fully away. There was definitely
something in my room. After the sleep paralysis imaginary robber episode,
I had bought a kid's baseball bat and set it

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next to my bed for self defense. Can't afford a gun.
I picked up the bat and slid out of bed.
Every minute or so I would hear the rusting, scratching,
thumping noise. It was in my closet. I stood outside
the door and my heart was pounding. At this point,
all the stories of the place being haunted, the creepy basement,

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the sleep paralysis episode, the weird early morning noises, all
of it had built up in my mind and led
to this moment. I was about to do battle with
some evil force. I threw the door open and swung
into the darkness, hitting nothing. I beat my clothes like
a madman, but there was nothing in there. Then I
heard a little scurry on the floor and saw something

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jump into one of my shoes. Upon closer inspection, it
was a baby squirrel. I went outside later and found
a hole in the roof. There was a family of
squirrels living in my ceiling that was very active in
the early morning, and one of the babies had somehow
managed to find its way into my closet to scare
the hell out of me. Not haunted, just squirrels. This

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happened around three years ago, and thinking about it, still
makes me feel uneasy. I live in a rural area
surrounded by a nature conservation area. There are many nice
paths and it's a great peaceful and quiet place to
go for walks ride bikes. On this day, I decided
to take my dog for a walk there in the evening.

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I didn't want to go that far. For some reason,
I decided to leave my phone at home, even though
I usually take it with me, just in case. Everything
was going well, and as usual, I barely met anyone.
At some point, I got to my favorite spo, a
wooded area. There is a field behind it, and I
planned on walking all the way to the end. Then

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I wanted to turn around and take the same way home.
As I continued walking, after I made it through the
wooded area, my dog started acting strange. She kept looking
back and didn't want to go on. I thought she
had spotted a deer or a rabbit and wasn't concerned.
I didn't look around right away, but then she let
out a little growl bark. I had never heard her

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do that before. I turn around, and sure enough there
is a man standing on the edge of the wooded
area field like maybe ten meters next to the path.
He was fully clothed and didn't move. He was just
staring at us. My heart was pounding. No matter where
I would go, I would still be in a secluded
area for a while. I didn't think and just started

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walking quickly towards the end of the field. My dog
still wasn't having it. When I turned around after getting
a bit further away, he had also moved. Now he
was standing on the field, still staring intensely. That's when
I really knew we had to get going. I didn't
look back until we got to the end of the field.

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Because of some trees, my view was obstructed. I couldn't
see him, and my dog seemed a bit calmer, obviously.
I didn't want to stop for more than a few seconds, though.
From there on I decided to take the path that
would take me to some part of my town the quickest.
We literally ran, and I was so relieved when we
made it back to civilization. I have no idea what

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his intention was. I'm just proud of my dog for
alerting me. Yesterday, I took my sun fishing. He wanted
to go to a nearby lake that we haven't been
to him quite some time. It's not known to be
a great area. For some background, the last time we went,

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about a year ago, a car drove by and screamed
niceass at Meanwhile I stood there with my young son.
This kind of garbage behavior is unfortunately expected in the area.
It's also known to be a late night hook up
spot as well as a late night drug deal location.
Due to the lake's reputation, I had made a deal

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with my dad that I wouldn't stay there past four
p m. Without it. On to the story, my twelve
year old son, who looks much younger than he is,
and I've pulled up at our favorite fishing spot, a
small pond on the opposite side of the road as
a lake. Almost immediately, an older gentleman approached us, asking
if there were fish in the pond. I replied that

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we had just gotten started, so nothing yet, but that
we had caught fish in the pond on plenty of
other occasions. He thanked us for the information and returned
to his spot on the other side of the road.
About fifteen minutes later, another younger man approaches the older
man with a dog. I can see and hear them chatting,

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but they've made no move to involve us in the conversation,
which I'm glad for. I just want to enjoy a
day with my son. Unfortunately, the water in the pond
was incredibly low and murky, and I could tell we
weren't going to have any luck. I tell my son
to pack it up and we'll try another spot on
the other side of the lake. As we begin packing

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our gear into the trunk, the younger man yells over,
sorry if my dog and I ran you off. I
tell him it's no problem and we were simply moving
to a better fishing spot. He then starts telling me
how nice it is to see a mom taking her
kid fishing, how you don't see that very often, et cetera.
I get this a lot, so I'm pretty used to it.

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We have a short conversation about it as I pack up,
and I then move towards the driver's side doors to depart.
Before I can leave, the younger man starts up another conversation,
this time asking me how old I think he is.
This feels strange to me, but I'm nice to a
fault sometimes, so I answer his question. I tell him

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I'm a horrible judge of age, but maybe twenty five
He tells me he's thirty eight and I'm too kind,
and I laugh at off, saying something like I work
with teenagers, so they always guess me well above my age,
just to be mean. He asks where I work, and
I stupidly tell him my city. Turns out he lives
there too, and starts going on and on about how

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he got a free apartment on such and such street
because his baby mama kicked him out of their house.
I think he's talking about some kind of government assistance
program weird flex, but okay, man. At this point, I'm
standing by the car door with my hand on the handle,
and my son is already in the back seat. This
guy can't take the hint and starts telling me all

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about his awful baby mama and how women are supposed
to be submissive, quiet and do what they're told. He
specifically said, A mean, it's cool that you can a
hook or whatever, but you're still a woman. Now my
alarm bells are blaring. This guy struck up a conversation
by commending me for doing a typically bad thing with

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my kid. Now he's putting me down for the same thing.
He's gone from being overly friendly and complimentary who agitated
and ranted. I should have been rude and just got
in the car and left, but I've unfortunately been conditioned,
like many women, to be polite even when we're uncomfortable. Instead,
I start making comments in the hopes he'll see I'm

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not some meek, submissive woman who's going to agree with him.
After all, I'm a tattered up chick with an eyebrow
piercing and two lip piercings. I don't exactly look like
a submissive little housewife. I guess. I was trying to
make him just as uncomfortable as he made me, in
the hopes you'd leave me alone. After he says women

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shouldn't be loud or opinionated, I tell him, oh, well,
you wouldn't like me at all. He tries to backpedal, saying,
I mean it's okay to be loud, I guess, but
don't try that with your man, you know, I say.
My man doesn't tell me shit. I do what I want.
This kind of back and forth goes on for a
while before he finally shakes his head and says, I

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just don't understand what kind of woman would act like that.
I reply, A strong one. As soon as the words
left my mouth, the older gentleman yells from a spot
on the bank. Yeah, say that again, honey. This distracted
the creep long enough for me to hop in the
car mock the doors. I still don't feel safe, though,

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unbeknownst to CREEPOTZOI only two of my car doors actually
have functioning locks, but at least they're the two on
his side. I've put the key in the ignition and
turn no dice. Nothing. Of all the times for my
car to act up, it chooses now. Panic has now
set in. As I repeatedly try to start my car.

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I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
He's taken notice of my car troubles and is trying
to get my attention as he takes a few steps
towards my car. The engine finally roars to life and
I peel out of there. Only then do I let
my composure crumble and have a long talk with my
son about what just happened. To the older gentleman who

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took notice of my discomfort and provided a distraction, I'd
gladly meet with you again any day. To the younger,
misogynistic creed, I don't know if I was actually in
any danger from you, but my gut said I was.
Let's never meet again. Oh and to my dad, I'll
make you a new deal. I'm never going to that

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lake alone again, regardless of the time of day. Probably
too late chime in and not me. But back in
the seventies, my father used to fly freelance charter jobs.
One job was flying a dead guy to his funeral destination.

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On the way there, he ran into some bad weather.
Turbulence ensued. He started hearing a strange sound, a human sound.
The dead guy behind him was gasping, moaning, sounded like
a forceful her her. Before you start thinking the dead
guy wasn't actually dead, he was. The rough turbulence was

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forcing air out of the cadaver's lungs, producing the sound.
Back last year, almost exactly in walking, and there's a
trail that stems into a first from the main road,
and you walk through a very tight path that is
partly broken up due to thick tree roots. I'm walking

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back from a six mile jog, and in halfway in
the trail to my right, several meters below me and
about one hundred to one hundred eighty feet away, there
are train tracks from that area. I hear what sounds
like a parrot screeching, crying in my direction. I turn around,
trying to see where it came from, and I started
walking faster. It screeched louder, and I heard a single

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rustle than the sound coming closer. I think I broke
the world record for the one hundred meter dash because
I booked my tits out of there and I never
heard it since. Stupid of me, but I went back
days later, multiple times and never heard it again except
faintly once. I think, does anyone have any idea what
the f that thing was? It sounded like it was crying,

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but half in pain and half in get over here,
bitch kind's tones. All I can say is that it
did not sound human at all. It only sounded like
it was crying, screeching like a demon baby. Hey everyone,
let me tell you about a creepy thing that happened

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to me early this week. At the time, I didn't
think anything of it, but now that I've put some
thought into it, feel a bit creeped out by it.
A bit of backstory. I'm a guy in my early
twenties who enjoys the occasional joint, though my parents, whom
I live with, do not approve. As a result, I
keep my stash in the woods down the road for

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my house. The actual stash site is very well hidden.
It was in a very thick bush under a rock,
practically buried. There is absolutely no way that anyone could
just happen to find the stash, and I know this
because I've been using this same spot for almost a
year plus. Like I said before, it was practically underground,

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under a bush in the middle of some woodland that
is rarely visited. Anyhow, that night, I remember feeling quite
creeped out as I walked through the woods, as if
someone was following me. I felt like I could hear
movement behind me, feel eyes on me, But I just
sort of put it down to the fact that I
was walking through the dark, spooky woods on my own,

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high as f in the middle of the night. When
I got to the stash site, there was a cat nearby.
She looked a little alarmed by my presence, but didn't
run away until a few moments later when she noted
the f out of there for seemingly no reason. This
spooked me out a bit and sort of reinforced the
feeling of being followed. I had a minute or two before,

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but I reassured myself by putting it down to the
weed making me paranorim. I go back to following night
and the stash is gone. Putting it all together in
my head, the only explanation that makes sense is that
someone or something, but probably the former loll was indeed
in those woods. Very weird shit. Needless to say, I

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don't like staying at hotels much anymore. I drove nine
hours to meet my parents at a halfway mark to
pick up my two year old daughter at an agreed
on hotel. I assumed we were all going to stay
there the night, since we both had such a long drive.
When I had grabbed all her things, I asked her,
you're going to stay here too. My dad said no,

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we are going to head back. I was a little disappointed,
but I understood that they don't like hotels much. I
checked in and went to our room. It was fairly late,
but I don't sleep much at night. I am more
of a night person. I turned the TV on and
I was in my bed and my daughter was in hers.
She fell asleep pretty quick, probably the car ride. I

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had all the lights off in the room. The only
light was coming from the TV. I was sitting up
against the headboard with my legs stretched out straight in
front of me under the covers. All of a sudden,
I felt something grab my toes both feet at the
same time. I quickly pulled my legs in toward me
with my knees bent against my chest. I grabbed my

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phone and used the light on it to shine at
the end of the bed. I didn't see anything. I
sat there trying to look stowed, like I wasn't afraid,
but inside I was screaming. I didn't want whatever it
was to see me scared. After a few minutes of
sitting there acting like nothing just happened, I relaxed my
legs and continued watching TV. Moments later, I felt pressure

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next to my leg, like a hand, like someone was
leaning their body onto the bed from the end of
the bed with both hands down on the mattress. Then
I felt pressure as if their left hand moved forward
and pressed down. Then what felt like their right hand
moved forward and closer to my knee. Then their left
hand moved forward. It felt like someone or something was

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crawling up to my face, slowly and methodically. It was
definitely a Harley Quinn type movement. I could feel the
palm pushed down first, then the hand rolled forward to
the fingers. Imagine it like how a person walks heeled
to toe. The motion was very similar and very exaggerated.
It was creepy and unsettling, like it was having fun.

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I flung off the blankets and jumped into my daughter's bed,
hoping her innocence would save me. I was facing the wall,
spooning her, and I seen shadows go across the wall.
I jumped up and turned the light on, frantically grabbing
our stuff to pack up to leave. I went down
to check out. It was about four a m. The
guy working said you were leaving early. I said, yeah,

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couldn't sleep by chance. Do you have anyone ever tell
you this hotel has haunted? I laughed, nervously, waiting for
him to laugh too, which I wish he would have. Instead,
he replied, why what room were you in? I told him,
and he replied, I don't know why they'd put you
over there. I never put people over there ever. Since

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we got new owners. They did it cleansing on the
building thinking things would get better, but since then things
have gotten worse. I told him, yet, I don't think
it worked. I will never forget that, and I wanted
to share it. I grew up in the late nineties

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early two thousands. I spent a lot of time outside
and I loved all animals, including bugs, frogs, and lizards, etc.
My little brother played a lot of sports, so on
weekends I was always dragged to his games, and after
school I often had to attend his practices. It was
soccer season and I had to go with my mom

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to one of my brother's soccer practices after school on
this day. I was probably f eight or nine at
the time. It was at a local park, surrounded by
some wilderness and some hiking trails. I liked this park
because off to the side of the soccer fields was
a creek with frogs and stuff. I'd love to go
over there and look at them and try to catch them, etc.

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It was evening time and the sun was setting, but
there was still plenty of light left. I told my
mom I was going to go down to the creek
to catch frogs. It was down the hill, slightly from
the fields and obscured by some bushes and shrubs, but
there was a clear dirt trail that ran alongside the creek.
So I scurried on down there and was carefully studying

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the creek looking for frogs, when suddenly a man's voice
startles me. What you're looking for? I look up and
see a middle aged man dressed in typical office businessware,
button up shirt, slacks, dress shoes. He was standing on
the trail, blocking my route back up to the soccer fields,

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looking at me and smiling. I was a shy and
cautious child, so I just looked at the man and
didn't reply. At first, my spidey senses were already tingling,
and I remember feeling nervous and uneasy. I sometimes saw
hikers on the trail by the creek, but his outfit
and appearance told me this wasn't a hiker. He then
asked me, are you looking for butterflies? I saw some

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down there, as he points further down the trail away
from the soccer fields. I just said no and started
looking around at what my options were. I felt the
need to get out of there fast, but as I mentioned,
he was standing on the trail, which was my route
back to the fields. There were thick bushes on the
hillside between the trail and where the fields were. I

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started making my way up the rocks to the side
of the creek towards the trail further down from where
he stood, and to my alarm, he started moving down
the trail toward me. Need some help, he said. I
was now starting to panic. Although nothing had happened and
he seemed friendly, it just felt wrong to me. I
just got stranger danger vibes. I remember feeling a burst

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of adrenaline in fear. I shouted no and booked it
up the rocks across the trail and crashed my way
through the bushes towards the soccer fields. I remember the
branches scratching me, but I didn't care. I literally scrambled
my way through them till I came up to the fields,
and then sprinted over to where my mom was watching
my brother's practice. I've probably looked like hell, so she

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of course asked what the heck happened, and I told her.
I felt like she thought I was just being paranoid.
Though I'll never know if this guy posed a real
threat or not. He could have been just getting some
fresh air on his way home from work. Who knows,
I just know it felt creepy at the time. My

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husband worked as a government contractor for a company that
sends him all over the world. For a few years,
my daughter and I would travel with him. He was
usually gone for months at a time. One of his
business trips was to Bremerton, Washington. We were put into
an apartment called Olympic Village Apartments. It was rented out
to companies like his. They were okay, fully furnished, better

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than a hotel, especially for that length of time that
we usually stayed. The apartment we had was on the
ground floor. It was decorated well, and the furniture wasn't
too worn. Nothing seemed or felt weird. I usually can
read vibes of places where I go. I am not
sure how to explain it. I don't think I am psychic,

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just maybe in tune with my surroundings. Things seemed pretty
normal for the first few days. I spent most days
there since I didn't have a car, just playing my
video games or watching TV. One night, my husband came
home to the apartment and I had dinner ready and
set out. We all sat down at the table to eat,

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having the normal conversations people do, like how is work
type stuff. When all of a sudden, I felt something
touch my thigh. I didn't respond to it because I
wasn't sure exactly what had just happened, so I continued eating.
A few moments later, it happened again. It felt familiar,
like my old ten pounds chihuahuah was begging for food.

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I looked down, thinking I would see a dog looking
up at me, but there wasn't anything there. My instinct
had been to move him down with my hand to
get him to stop begging. I laughed out loud and
said to my husband, I keep feeling like there is
a dog here. I felt something jump at my leg
and I almost pushed it down. My husband said, that's weird,

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because I feel like there is one here too. He
told me he was on his way to the bathroom
around three am. As soon as he walked out and
turned to walk down the hall, he'd seen a small
shadow sitting there. Still looking at it. He jumped back, startled,
and it disappeared. I was in shock because I didn't
expect anyone to feel the same thing. It seemed weird.

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I am very connected to animals. I have always been
my whole life. Dogs and I seemed to have a
very deep bond, almost on a spiritual level. About a
week later, it was a weekend and my husband and
I were watching TV. We were both on our own couch.
Mine was the large sofa, so I was stretched out

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under a blanket. Almost without any thinking, I went to
readjust my position in the moment, I thought my dog
was laying in the crease of the back of my
knee where my legs back. I was being careful to
not squash him or move him because I felt a
weight on the blanket. I looked and nothing was there.
I felt weird. I told my husband what had happened.

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Everything was normal for a while after that. I hadn't
felt the dog since the couch. One night, I woke
up and had to go to the bathroom. I am
night blind and I wore glasses, but I decided to
just go without putting them on. The bathroom had a
window and a light from outside shine through with just
enough light that I could see once I got close

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and around the corner, so I headed down the hall,
sliding my hand slowly across the wall so I could
feel where to go. I was looking straight ahead, but
it was pitch black. I came to the corner with
my hand still tracing a side, and I saw something.
It was darker than the dark hall, but the darkness
blocked the light from the window. The light traced a body.

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Its height brought my head to look instinctively up towards
where a face would be. I froze in terror, gasped
and jumped back, scared because I thought it was a
real person. Where the head would be, it looked like
he was wearing a top hat. This dark figure seemed
to be close to six feet five tall. Once I
realized it wasn't human, I quickly rushed past it to

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turn on the bathroom light. With the light on, I
seen that nothing was there. Years later, I brought this
up to my daughter. I didn't want to tell her
before because she was still little, and she shared with
me she also seen a man there who would stand
in the corner with a big hat and a little
dog at his feet. This happened only three weeks ago.

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I've thought about it often, and I know without a
doubt me and my patient were almost prey to a predator.
I worked for my state. I worked with people with
substance abuse disorder, the mentally ill, and to a lesser degree,
those with slight developmental delays. My role with the developmentally
delayed is similar to a lower rank social worker. One

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thing I have to verify is that the participant is
able to achieve their own personal goal set for that year,
similar to an IEP in public schools. One of my
patients has a goal to walk and or hike at
least one mile three times a week. When I made
my visit to her home, walking hiking was what I
need to see her achieve, so she took us both

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on a walking slight hiking trail nearby. Her and I
are actually similar age our forties. As we were walking
the trail, we got to a point that was much
more isolated. We were no longer walking the trail that
loops around a neighborhood pond with many people, but we
were on trail that took us through the woods in
a cotton field. Her and I were walking and talking

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when she suddenly stopped walking. I looked at her, and
just as she went to say, I have a bad feeling,
I had an overwhelming feeling myself that someone was watching us.
Due to her development delays. I felt more concerned for
her welfare than my own. It's hard to explain, but
I didn't feel fear. I felt a feeling of protecting her.

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I looked behind us because I heard the sound of
leaves crunching, and sure enough, a guy who looked to
be in his thirties is suddenly coming out of the
woods and he's slowly creeping up towards us. There was
no one else around, so for this guy to magically
come out of the woods and creeping up, I knew
whatever he wanted was nefarious. I told her to continue walking,

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giving her a headstart. I don't know why I even
did this, but I just completely turned myself around, stopped,
and I looked straight at him. I just stared. I
didn't say anything. He didn't say anything, But as soon
as we locked eyes, it was as if he realized,
now they know I'm back here, because he froze and
stopped walking towards us. I kept staring at him, and

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I started to walk back towards my patient, so he
understood my eyes were on him. Then, as I walked backwards,
I looked over to see my patient looked back at him,
and he disappeared as fast as he came back into
the woods. If he were just wanting to walk this
nature trail, why did he stop as soon I turned
around and stared. Why wouldn't he just continue on his

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walk and pass us. This guy was clearly waiting and
watching for a woman or woman to go down the
isolated trail for him to come out of the woods.
When he did, it was clear to me that he
was out hiding and stalking. I will forever be convinced
that my patient's bad feeling and my feeling of being
watched saved one or both of us from whatever that

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man had planned. A friend and I had planned a
hunting trip in the vast wilderness of the Crane Prairie area.
The anticipation of tracking deer and immersing ourselves in nature's
embrace filled our hearts with excitement. Little did we know
that this adventure would take an unexpected turn. As we

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made our way along the desolate path that hugged the
Dashoot's River channel, the landscape appeared earily different. The water
levels were significantly low due to a prolonged period of drought,
revealing a barren and desolate terrain. It was then that
we stumbled upon something that sent chills down our spines,
five distinct footprints etched deeply in the soft sand. Examining

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the footprints closely, I couldn't shake off the feeling of
unease that crept over me. These imprints were unlike any
I had seen before. They were far too large to
be made by an ordinary person, and the depth of
the impressions suggested an immense weight behind me. Despite the
skepticism of a local resident who claimed they were a

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bow hunter's prank, I couldn't help but question that explanation.
The authenticity of these footprints seemed undeniable, leaving me to
pon to the presence of something extraordinary. Intrigued and determined
to uncover the truth, I delved into the lore surrounding
the area. It was during my research that I stumbled
upon a map meticulously documenting numerous sightings of the Sasquatch

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in the same vicinity. The map was a treasure trove
of accounts from both locals and explorers who claimed to
have encountered the elusive creature. Their descriptions mirrored the very
footprints we had discovered, further fueling our curiosity and sense
of adventure. My friend and I decided to venture deeper
into the wilderness, following the map's markings in search of answers.

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We carefully navigated the rugged terrain, constantly scanning our surroundings
for any signs of movement or unusual activity. Hours passed,
and as the golden hues of the setting sun painted
the landscape, we found ourselves deep within the heart of
the forest. Suddenly, a hush fell over the forest, as
if nature itself held its breath. A moment later, we

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heard a rustling in the underbrush, followed by a low
growl that sent shivers down our spines. Our hearts raised
as we slowly turned to face the source of the sound,
and there, amidst the towering trees and dappled sunlight, stood
a creature unlike anything we had ever witnessed. It was sasquatch,
towering at least eleven feet tall, covered in a shroud

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of thick, dark hair, it possessed a presence that commanded
both awe and respect. Its powerful frame exuded a sense
of primal strength and wisdom, while its eyes gleamed with
an ancient knowing. Time seemed to stand still as we
locked eyes with this extraordinary being. There was a profound
sense of connection, as if we were standing on the

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precipice of an age old secret. In that moment, the
doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by a deep sense
of wonder and reverence. But our encounter with Sasquatch was
fleeting with a gentle nod. The enigmatic creature melted back
into the wilderness, leaving us in a state of awe
and disbelief. We stood there, humbled by the realization that

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there were mysteries in this world far beyond our comprehension.
As we made our way back to civilization, we carried
with us the memory of that extraordinary encounter. When I
was eleven years old, my father decided to treat us
to a sledding adventure on a logging road not too

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far from our home. The location boasted higher elevation, guaranteeing
better snow for our winter escapade. We gathered our excitement
and set off to a place known as the five
Mile Cause, named after the steel till it featured. As
we arrived at our destination, I couldn't contain my enthusiasm.
The left side of the hill was adorned with towering timber,

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while the right side revealed a vast clearcut. At the
bottom of the hill, a road emerged, stretching into the
open expanse. My father, the ever prepared adventurer, had even
built a fire at the top of the hill to
keep us warm as we indulged in the thrill of sledding.
Eager to experience the rush, I decided to embark on

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a solo run down the hill. With adrenaline coursing through
my veins, I slid down the slope, feeling the wind
whip past me. Finally, I reached the bottom and gracefully
came to a stop. Excitedly, I hopped off the sled
and rose to my feet, ready to relish in the
triumph of my speedy descent. But as I turned to

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my right, an unexpected site froze me in my tracks.
Two towering figures stood before me, their presence both mesmerizing
and unsettling. These creatures, larger than any I had ever seen,
locked their gaze upon me. In that moment, time seemed
to stand still, and an inexplicable fear gripped my heart.

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Without a second thought, I pivoted on my heels and
began walking away from the enigmatic beings. At first, my
steps were cautious and deliberate, my eyes starting back to
ensure I was not being pursued, But the growing sense
of urgency urged me to quicken my pace. As my
heart raised, I broke into a run, propelled by an

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instinctual need to distance myself from the unknown. Last fall,
in the vast expanse of Bridger Titan National Forest, I
embarked on an unforgettable journey with a group of friends.
Our road trip was not centered around hunting or any

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particular purpose. Rather, it was a venture fueled by our
shop shared love for exploration in the great outdoors. Our
destination was set, and with a friend en route to
Jackson Hole Airport, we secured a coveted spot in the
spread creek dispersed camping area, nestled within the embrace of
nature's tranquility. As we set up camp and made preparations,

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a fleeting thought crossed our minds urging us to ascend
the hill and seek solace in higher grounds. However, a
collective decision swayed us to remain in our chosen site,
content with the natural beauty that surrounded us. Little did
we know that this choice would lead us on a
path intertwined with the enigmatic and the unknown. Returning to

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our camp after retrieving our friend from the airport, we
were greeted by an unexpected visitor. A sizeable dog manlike
creature bipedal with dark fur, emerged from the very spot
we had claimed as our own. A mix of awe, trepidation,
and respect washed over us as we observed the majestic
creature in its habitat. It was a first time encounter

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for most of us, a moment that left us slightly
uneasy as we settled into our tents for the night.
The following day dawn, and as we began the process
of packing up our belongings, a group of National Forest
rangers made their way up the trail towards us. Their
arrival brought with it a sense of urgency as they
informed us that the campground would be closed shortly after

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our departure. Their words hung in the air, hinting at
an incident that had taken place nearby, but they divulged
no further details. Intrigued and unnerved by the ranger's cryptic message,
we couldn't help but wonder what lay concealed just beyond
the ridge. Little did we know that the missing girl
whose disappearance had garnered national attention and ignited countless headlines,

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had been found nearly a quarter mile from our campsite.
The intertwining paths of chance and fate had brought us
to a place where the echoes of tragedy resonated, unbeknownst
to us until that moment. As we departed from that
serene haven, our hearts heavy with the weight of the unknown.
We carried with us an indelible reminder of the fragility

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of life and the enduring mysteries that lie within the
realm of the wilderness. I'm Officer Miller, and I've had
some extraordinary encounters in New London County while on patrol.
It all started one night around midnight. I was sitting
in my park Cruiser when, to my astonishment, I spotted

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a creature just fifteen feet away. It was large, covered
in short, dark hair, and completely devoid of any clothing
or jewelry. But what truly caught my attention were its
massive gray eyes that emitted an eerie glow like a
flashlight cutting through the darkness. Several months later, I received
information about an unrelated incident involving three missing individuals who

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were hunting in the same area where I had a
encountered the creature before. Determined to investigate further, I gathered
a team and set up traps, hoping to catch a
glimpse or any evidence of its presence. Despite our efforts,
the heavy rainfall hindered our search, and we came up
empty handed. Five weeks passed and I had long forgotten

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about the incident when I received a phone call at home.
It was the deputy sheriff in charge of the missing
person's case, asking if I had witnessed anything unusual. Due
to the persistent reign, I knew the creature wouldn't have
left any traceable evidence. Nevertheless, I recounted what I had
seen five weeks earlier, A towering figure measuring around seven

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to eight feet in height, with short, dark hair and
a face that was nothing short of grotesque, and those eyes,
still vivid in my memory, glowed with a strange gray hue.
During the summer of nineteen seventy three, I heard another
chilling account from Detective Bradson. He was called to invent
investigate reports of an unknown animal slaughtering livestock. Initially presumed

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to be a wolf coyote, it quickly became apparent that
something far more mysterious was at play. As Bratson walked
through the woods, he stumbled upon large tracks that led
him into a dense swamp area enveloped by thick vegetation.
It was in that moment that an unsettling feeling washed
over him, an eerie sensation of being washed, and in

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the distance, he caught sight of a pair of bright
green eyes. Reacting instinctively, Bradson drew his gun and fired
a warning shot into the air, but as quickly as
the eyes appeared, they vanished, leaving him with a sense
of impending danger. As darkness descended upon the surroundings, Bratson
decided it was best to retreat. He couldn't shake the

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feeling that whatever lurked in those woods was observing as
every move. The description he gave of the creature mirrored
the one I had encountered in my own report. Always
encounter occurred four years prior to mine. These unsettling events
continue to baffle us, leaving us with more questions than answers.
What is this enigmatic being that Rome's are County. Is

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it merely a figment of our imagination or something far
more tangible. As an officer dedicated to serving and protecting,
it is my duty to uncover the truth behind these
strange encounters, no matter how unnerving they may be. When

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I was younger, I worked as a ranger in a
Georgia park. Most of my nights were spent instructing people
not to leave out offerings for bears and other animals,
but every now and again I got a call about
rowdy teens or even rowdier adults. It was a thankless job,
but dealing with the public often was One night, as

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I leaned back in my chair trying to stay awake
by listening to a podcast, the phone rang normally. I
relished the action. The night's shift was miserable without it,
but it was freezing cold outside tonight, and I had
no registered campers. The last thing I wanted to do
was leave the central heating of my post to go

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and hunt down a group of kids that ran off
to make out in the woods. Frustrated, before I had
the chance to say hello, I brought the phone to
my ear, waiting for somebody to say something. However, no
matter how I called out to the other person. There
was only heavy breathing in response. Nothing like a good
old fashioned prank called to make me hate youth just

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a bit more than I already did. I hung up,
resuming my podcast, content to doze off until morning. But
the prank caller had other plans. They called four times,
only ever breathing heavier into the receiver. By the fifth call,
my patience was at its end. I answered with a
sharp what, only to have it steamrolled by crying and

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begging a muddled voice that was nearly indecipherable. I don't
remember how long I spent trying to calm her down
before she finally choked something out by the river, please help.
The line went dead, because why wouldn't it have, and
then nobody else called. All efforts to call her back
were met with the telltale ring of a busy phone line,

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but by the River was too vague. The river stretched
through most of the park. It would take hours to
comb the area on my own. But when I realized
it was my line that was cut, I had no
other choice. I grabbed my shotgun off the wall, hoping
almost desperately that it was just a bear taking a break.
From hibernation to hassle a woman for her peanut butter sandwich,

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and not another psychopath. Hello, is anybody out there? I
stood on the doorstep with my ear to the wind,
hoping to get some kind of clue for what direction
to head off into. I was met with silence. I
heaved a sigh, I have defeat and chose a direction
at random. When I found her, I swore I'd give
her a good old piece of my mind. And not

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only was it freezing, but the trails were pretty clear
about not getting near the river. They were endless, deadly
combinations lurking within their depths, and some said the danger
did not solely lie beneath the water. Some said that
the gray woman walked along the banks crying out for
help in an effort to lead compassionate bystanders into the water,

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a story I didn't necessarily believe, but it was entertaining. Nevertheless,
the stories my coworkers came up with never ceased to
tickle me. I was about thirty minutes away from the
ranger station when I stepped on something squelching beneath my boots.
It was hard to make out in the darkness, but
as I knelt down before the mass, I realized exactly

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what I was dealing with. Someone's wet clothes sat in
a heap, discarded in a hurry in an effort to
warm up after falling in, and the ice was rarely
thick enough to bounce an acorn off, let alone pretend
to be capable of holding a human's wave. So I
can only wonder how anybody could have gotten so soaked.

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Even if they'd slid down the bank, there was no
way they'd been submerged the way these garments suggested. I
was about to start searching for blood trails when a
voice came from the trees. It was nothing more than
a hiss, but it set my heart into overdrive. My
first instinct was to haul it back to where I
came from, to leave the whispers behind once and for all.

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But the shotgun in my hand was more than capable
of turning a human into Swiss cheese, so I pushed forward.
I called into the trees, demanding that the person hiding
amongst the leafless branches come out with their hands up.
When nothing happened, I called again, this time warning them
that I'd shoot if they did not say something. Stop screaming,

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she'll hear the voice from the trees didn't seem to
understand the concept of packing heat. I could only wonder
if she was in the throes of a psychotic break
and there was nothing else out there after all, Yet
she was huddled amongst the vegetation, whimpering about some mysterious sheep.
I was moments from threatening her with the cops when

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I heard the same voice from over the phone. It
was just as hysterical as it had been, just as
watery and hard to understand. If not for the icy
hand on my wrist, I'd followed the voice of the
person I'd originally gone searching for. It was my job
to help those in need on the trail, and I
had no reason to hesitate. But the woman's hold was

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unbreakable in that moment, and her hissed warning to stay
still made me think. Twice I tried to help her.
The woman told me her face was a breath away
from my own, but she was as cold as the
rocks along the river's edge. The heat that radiated from
living beings was completely missing in her. But my attention
went elsewhere as the voice called for help again. And

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if you don't want to end up like me. You'll
go back the way you came. I had no idea
what to account for. I could only assume this was
the poltergeist of a woman who had passed. My mind
raised with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last.
I had no intention of becoming a ghostly apparition haunting

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the park. Trapped in eternal torment, with a mix of
fear and determination, I made the difficult decision to heed
the warning. I turned on my heels, retracing my steps
through the treacherous trails. The whispers and eerie voices that
had accompanied me throughout the night seemed to fade away,
as if the park itself was releasing me from its clutches.

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As I reached the ranger station, I couldn't help but
feel a sense of relief wash over me. I may
not have found the woman who called for help, but
I had survived the encounter with whatever haunted those woods,
and that was enough for now. Days turned into and
the incident became a haunting memory. I continued my duties

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as a park ranger, but with a newfound respect for
the unknown that lurked within the wilderness. I often wondered
about the mysterious caller, the woman by the river, and
the voice that warned me to turn back. Was it
all a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of the
park's dark history, or was there something truly sinister dwelling

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within its depths. Regardless, I knew one thing for certain.
The park held secrets that were best left undisturbed. And
as I patrolled the fog laden trails, I couldn't help
but feel a shiver down my spine, a reminder that
some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved. I have a

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friend whose father worked for the Forest Service. We found
Scookham Lake from one of his maps. This was a
primitive campsite just north of Bagbie Hot Springs. As soon
as we arrived, we set up camp and went for
a long hike up thunder Mount. After the hike, the
sun was beginning to set. All four of us were
beat so we got ready for bed. No drinking, no drugs,

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no funny stuff. Exhausted, I fell asleep as soon as
I hit my mummy bag. Sometime during the night, I
heard some noises, not your usual nighttime forest noises. I
heard large rocks, being thrown down the ridge, banging off
the other rocks on the way down and from the hike.
Earlier in day, I noticed a large pile of boulders

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near the top of the ridge. It sounded like something
was hunting for something. I sat up in my tent
one hundred percent alert. I wasn't dreaming. I tried to
wake up my friends, but was frozen stiff. I was
surprised no one else woke up. Finally, I was asleep,
only to be awakened to footsteps outside our camp. It

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didn't sound like a bear because the footsteps were spaced
apart longer than a four legged animal. I could not talk,
so I tried to throw my socks and my friends
nothing at all. I forced myself to sleep, and the
next day I only asked if anyone else woke up
last night to any loud noises. No one did, so

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I never mentioned the rocks and footsteps. There were no
footprints anywhere. We didn't like all the mosquitoes, so we
left Skookham Lake for another camp. It won until a
few years later when I read about other incidents at Skookham.
That's why I think it may have been the Sasquatch.

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Eleven of us gathered at the crack of dawn, a
motley crew of seasoned hunters, each with our own stories
edged onto weathered faces and calloused hands. We were embarking
on a hunting trip like no other, deep into the
untamed wilderness of Oklahoma. Our rifles gleamed in the more
morning light, a testament to our prowess and determination. As

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we ventured further into the remote wilderness, our senses sharpened
at tuned to every rustle of leaves and fleeting shadow.
The air grew heavy with anticipation, and a sense of
foreboding washed over us. It was as if the forest
itself held its breath, waiting for our first encounter. Days
turned into nights, and with each passing moment, the weight

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of an unseen presence pressed upon us. The cryptid, an
unknown entity lurking in the depths of the forest, haunted
our every step. Whispered tales of its ferocity and insatiable
hunger filled our campfire conversations, fueling both curiosity and fear.
Then it began. A hunter would vanish without a trace,

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leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and a chilling silence
that hung in the air. Fear gripped our hearts as
the encounters grew more frequent, and the cryptid reveled in
our despair. One by one, on our numbers dwindled, falling
victim to the wrath of this supernatural predator. Desperation consumed us,

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and we realized the true nature of our foe. A
dog man, a creature akin to the mythical werewolf, prowling
through the darkness with lethal intent. The final hunter battered
and bloody, stood alone against the relentless assault. He clutched
his rifle tightly, determined to defy the odds. A fierce

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battle ensued, gunfire ripping through the stillness of the forest,
but the dog man proved resilient, shrugging off the hunter's bullets.
Just as the werewolf plunged forward, ready to deliver the
final blow, it froze, Sensing a presence in the distance.
With a primal howl, it vanished into the shadows, retreating

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to the sanctuary of the woods. Moments later, a park
ranger emerged from the depths of the forest. Drawn by
the echoing turmoil. With a mixture of relief and pain,
he rushed to the injured hunter's side, offering solace an aid.
It was a bittersweet victory. My grandfather told me this

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story when I was a teenager. I'm fifty two now.
My granddad grew up in the woods of central New Brunswick,
in a very remote area where only survivalists go.

Speaker 2 (02:29:25):
Now.

Speaker 1 (02:29:26):
Their whole family lived out in the sticks. They lived
by hunting, fishing, trapping, and some logging. Granddad said when
he was a teenager, he and his older brother Duke,
were up in the early hours checking trap lines on
an old motorbike. It was early fall, frost was on

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the grass, and early morning mists still hung around the
forest edges. He was rolling cigarettes with his brother and
they were out of matches, so they dipped a bit
of cloth in the gas tank and ignited it off
the coil wire while Duke came the bike over. The
sound of a bike being kicked over without an ignition
is sort of like an animal call. That's how my

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granddad described it. Anyways, just as they started smoking their cigarettes,
my grandfather noticed something bounding through the tree line toward them.
Granddad said, it ran in a way a bear did,
but it stopped several yards away from them and stood
up on its hind legs. It was still too far
away to tell what it was, but they assumed it

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was a black bear because they are very common in
New Brunswick. That's when it began walking upright toward them.
As it got nearer, Granddad said it looked like a
huge werewolf. His family origin was German, so this was
not unknown. It got as close as twenty feet away
from them and then began to wipe them closely. It

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sniffed their smokes and then turned and hopped slash ran
back to the trees. Granddad said they were not scared.
He said they were only shocked that such a creature
was living in the woods. Granddad said it was taller
than any man, had a huge head, evil eyes, long
upright ears, hands with long claws, and had hair all

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over its body. I can't remember what color he said
its fur was, but he said it had wolf like legs.
Back when I was in grade school, I had a
memorable turkey hunting experience in the wilderness of Missouri. It
was a crisp morning, and I set out with my

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dear filled with anticipation for a successful hunt. Little did
I know that the events of that day would forever
etch themselves in my memory. As I patiently waited in
my concealed spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of a turkey,
I noticed a sudden burst of movement in the distance.
A deer darted through the underbrush, pursued closely by two

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energetic coonhounds. Startled, I watched as they disappeared into the wilderness,
leaving me intrigued by their unexpected presence. A couple of
minutes passed, and to my surprise, a solid black figure
emerged from the shadows, following the path of the deer
and hounds. Assuming it was another dog, I thought nothing

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of it and continued to wait for my chance at
a turkey. However, as time ticked by, an inexplicable sensation
washed over me, tingling the hairs on the back of
my neck. Something felt off. Instinctively, I turned around, a
shiver of unease running down my spine, and there it was,

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a mere ten yards away, steadily advancing towards me, utter
silence enveloping its presence. The sight before me was striking,
an ebony creature with piercing eyes, making its way towards
me with an uncanny grace. Its movements were fluid, and
the absence of sound intensified the eerie encounter. I stood there,

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frozen in awe and confusion, unsure of what lay before me.
In that fleeting moment, the black enigma altered its course,
as if startled by my sudden awareness. With a quick
change of direction, its tail dropped to the ground, forming
a slight curl, a telltale sign of feline instincts. It
was a sight that I would forever remember, a black crawler,

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a creature whose existence was often denied by the conservation
authorities at the time, despite numerous reported sightings. In retrospect,
I speculated that the majestic predator must have been drawn
to the motion of my decoy as I walked through
the brush. Perhaps it perceived the decoy as potential prey,
silently stalking its simulated target, but my inadvertent turn had

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disrupted its plan, causing it to retreat into the wilderness,
leaving me both relieved and intrigued by the encounter. My
old neighbor, who committed us shortly after his experience, came
to me with his experience. We were both registered main

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guides hunting, fishing, recreation guiding in Maine as a serious business.
The criteria are strict and guides are expert woodsmen with
years of outdoors experience. Anyway, he confided in me about
this sight of he was hunting his own property during
deer season of twenty eleven. The property is located on

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the Jefferson Washington town lines, which are also the Knox
Lincoln County lines in Maine. The particular property is a
Christmas tree farm and his private property. My friend was
watching a run where deer regularly traveled cutting through his property.
He observed for about a minute a bipedal creature walking

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with its upper body well above his Christmas trees. It
had a wolf's head, was muscular and covered in hair,
but walking like a man. At the end of the sighting,
the creature dropped to all fours and took off down
the rune. He was shaking when he told me the story,
and based upon my few years working in law enforcement,

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I don't believe he was lying. Both of us guided
for bear hunters at the time, and I know he
was very familiar with bears and Maine wildlife in general.
He made a particular emphasis on the point of ears.
He said it looked like a werewolf. In Maine, people
do see these things and generally call them wind to go.

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After that sighting, I carried a firearm going to my
barn at night. I am certain that he told me
the truth. Unfortunately, he for some reason committed us shortly
after he told me about the sighting, which was very
fresh at the time. The area has some large tracts
of woods with very limited access due to private property.

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There is a stream passing through the area and some
high Also, old cellar holes in stone walls are scattered
throughout the forest behind the property. Food sources are plentiful
in the area, with old apple trees, berry patches, deer, turkey,
snowshoe hares. Bears are present in the area, but not

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in huge numbers. Moose are also present, but again not
in huge numbers. While I still own a house very
near the spot, I have moved to South Dakota and
have no intention of moving back to Maine due to
political economic reasons. I am curious if other main folks
have seen these things. It seems to me that people have,

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but always in hushed conversations about an uncle. Several years ago,
during a chilling October evening, my friend and I embarked
on a drive from Waldo to Cultis. The road was
familiar to us, but as dusk settled in, the surrounding

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landscape transformed into an eerie and shadowy realm. As we
maneuvered through the dwindling light, our head lights pierced the darkness,
revealing an unexpected sight. A lone figure emerged from the gloom,
trudging forward despite the biting cold. Clad only in a
T shirt and shorts, he seemed ill prepared for the

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harsh elements that awaited him on his journey towards Cultis.
Concerned for his well being, we decided to stop and
offer him arrive. Rolling down the window, I called out
to him, asking if he needed assistance and if he
wanted a lift to the nearby resort. To my surprise,
his response sent a shiver down my spine. With an

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unsettling intensity in his eyes, the man looked at me
and uttered a phrase that still echoes in my memory.
You're going to take me to Lapine. His words were
laced with an inexplicable demand, as if he expected nothing
less than compliance. Caught off guard by his unwavering insistence,
I attempted to reason with him. Explaining that we were

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unable to accommodate his request to travel all the way
to La Pine. I offered to drop him off at
the resort, which was a more reasonable distance. However, his
response was far from what I expected. In an alarming twist,
the man swiftly produced a pocket knife, the glint of
the blade reflecting the fading life. He repeated his demand

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with a chilling certainty, you're taking me to La Pine.
The gravity of the situation suddenly became all too real,
and the adrenaline surged through my veins. Maintaining a calm facade,
I assessed the situation and made a quick decision. Sensing
the potential danger, I chose to prioritize our safety and
promptly drove away, leaving the mysterious man to his solitary

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trek in the desolate darkness. Not a sighting, but hearing
too very unus usual howls in the woods behind my
property October first, shortly after midnight full moon too, so
it was almost like your classical horror movie script. I

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live in the town of new Portland, Maine, lived in
the main woods all my life, and I am very
familiar with the sounds of local wildlife. It certainly weren't coyotes,
as I hear them mostly every night. Not bigfoot like
sounds either, as I looked up on the internet. Two
short howls about twenty seconds apart from each other K

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nine in nature, but deeper and louder big lungs. Hard
to determine. The proximity could have been as far away
as half a mile from my property, but it sounded
nearby nonetheless, and I had a strong gut reaction to
better go inside. While I had never felt threatened by
any wild life sounds before, just reporting this as backup

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in case there would be reports of sightings in this area.
I also like to report a possible sighting that a
friend told me in August of twenty sixteen, early evening,
he got chased out of a farm in Lexington, ME,
which is not too far from here. He is an
avid hunter, and he described it as something way bigger
than a bear or a moose. He was alerted by

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his two rottweilers in the back of his truck, going
in full panic mode when he saw something huge standing
on two legs next slash behind a tree twenty feet
away in his rear view. Mirror. It then leapt on
all fours toward his truck. He started the truck and
bolted out of there, seeing the thing chase him in
the mirror for a short while. Don't think he reported it,

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as he still can't really accept what he saw and
he doesn't like talking about it. I did not know
about dog Man back then when he told me. Just
started researching after I heard the unusual howls I heard
a couple of days ago. I hope this is useful
to you. My experience was not a visual encounter, but
hearing unusual howls, unusual enough to start searching the internet

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to the audios on the link you sent me. Honestly,
what I heard was not alike any of those, although
it came closest to the third audio, which sounded more
like coyote to me. What I heard was the howl
being shorter in duration, but deeper and louder exactly this
aspect suggests that it was bigger than a coyote, wolf

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or dog. That and a gut feeling being very very uncomfortable,
and feeling I need to go inside quickly. Like I said,
I hear the coyotes almost every night around here. That
howl was one time only have not heard it since,
and I am glad of that. The sighting in Lexington
twenty sixteen was by a friend of mine. He told

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me once just after it happened, but still can't come
to terms with what he saw and he rather not
talk about it. I had never heard of dog Man
back then. It wasn't until I started researching your site
and other material two weeks ago that I connected the
dots and realized that was probably what he had seen
and what I might have heard altogether. I thought I

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reported as a confirmation in case of other reports in
this area. When I think back to my high school days,
a peculiar memory always comes to mind. It was a
long time ago, but the events remained vivid in my mind,
as if they happened just yesterday. One gloomy afternoon, my

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buddies and I received news of our friend's grandmother's passing.
They lived in a secluded area, far from the bustling
city and surrounded by nature's embrace. It was a place
where the wind whispered secrets and shadows danced in the moonlight.
A week after the funeral, seeking solace and distraction, we
decided to go fishing. As we cast our lines into

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the calm waters, laughter mingled with the gentle ripples of
the lake. Little did we know that an airy surprise
awaited us upon our return. As we approached my friend's
grandmother's house, our eyes widened with disbelief. The lights inside
were inexplicably switched on. A chill crept up my spine,

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and a sense of unease settled in the air. My
friend confessed that this had been happening ever since his
grandmother's passing. With a sense of duty mixed with trepidation,
we entered the house and promptly turned off the lights.
We decided to distract ourselves and headed out to grab
a bite to eat. An hour passed, and as we returned,

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our heart sank at the sight before us. The lights
were on once again. Baffled and intrigued, we flicked the
switches back to darkness, our minds spinning with possibilities. Could
it be a faulty electrical system, or perhaps an unexplained
quirk of the house. Determined to uncover the truth, we
ventured into every nook and cranny, clutching a gun for

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a false sense of security, but our search yielded no results.
There was no trace of anyone within those walls. Years ago,
me and five other people were drinking in the forest preserve.
All but one of us were young men. This spot

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of preserve was surrounded by busy streets and had a
large field with a creek that ran through the middle.
The north part had a small patch of trees. They
were very dense if you walked ten feet and you
could not be seen from the street. We would park
on residential streets and walk from the south and cross
the creek. We felt like where we went into the trees,

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we could see any car or person coming way before
they could see us. To the north was a busy intersection,
a lot with a restaurant and large store, and a
parking lot that is closed after sundown. There is nowhere
to easily park to the north, cemetery to the east,
and no parking to the west. There are some houses
to the northeast and north wad west. We are in

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the woods drinking and being loud. The road noise covered
us very well. At some point one of us stops
and is staring to the north. He whispers, someone is there.
All I can see is the silhouette of legs through
the trees. Someone walked through the whole patch of trees
from the north to us, maybe ten feet into the
woods on the south end of the trees. They are

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standing maybe fifteen to twenty feet away. We didn't hear anything.
Someone saw the silhouette when headlights hit the woods for
a second. We are standing there, all of us quiet.
The person is not moving. They are standing still in
the trees. Fallen trees are blocking most of them, but
I can still see legs. We start to argue whether

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or not it's even a person. Finally my friend shouts
alow to the person, not a sound or move. He
starts to take a step and asks, do you know
what time it is? The person finally moves. I can
see them walking, looking back to the north, slowly and quietly.
They don't say a word, and very quickly we can

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no longer see them. We ran out of the woods
and regrouped on the tree line to the south. We
ended up finishing our beers and left an hour later.
We did not go back into the woods that night.
We never saw a car leave the Lotter side street.
I always figured they had to have walked from somewhere
not near the woods. I also wondered what they were

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doing that six people didn't scare them off. A couple
of us are big guys. It was the creepiest thing
that has ever happened to me. As my friends and
I were driving back home from the prom, we found
ourselves on a secluded country road, nestled amidst the Portland

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slash Vancouver area. It was during this journey that I
noticed something unsettling, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
Glimpsing at one of the houses along the road, an
inexplicable sense of unease washed over me. The feeling was
so strong that I couldn't shake it off. Curiously, I
observed that this eerie sensation seemed to permeate most of

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the houses lining that street, creating an atmosphere of dread
and foreboding. Although none of us initially mentioned it, I
eventually confided in one of my friends, a remarkably perceptive mpath,
who confirmed experiencing the same unsettling vibes. It was a
relief to know that I wasn't alone in my apprehension.

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What struck me about these houses was their distinct appearance.
They had a peculiar architectural style, characterized by front yards
that seemed to extend inward, creating an enclosed atmosphere. All
of them followed a ranch style design, and their front
yards boasted gardens adorned with numerous small pine trees. I

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couldn't pinpoint whether it was the house's appearance alone or
something more intangible that triggered such a strong reaction within me. However,
the moment we left that road, an overwhelming sense of
relief washed over me, gradually dissipating the haunting feeling that
had plagued us. Nonetheless, the events of that night linger

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in my mind, leaving me with questions that demand answers.
I wonder if anyone else has had a similar experience
in that area. Has this phenomenon been observed by others.
I'm open to hearing theories and explanations that could shed
light on what caused these unsettling vibes and the palpable
sense of dread we encountered that night. One particular incident

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for my life has remained etched in my memory, its
peculiarities haunting me to this day. It happened during a
hiking expedition through a vast and secluded timber plantation. Accompanied
by a guide and a few friends, we ventured deep
into the wilderness, far from any signs of sybilism. We
had been trekking for several hours, planning to take a

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well deserved break, when something caught our attention in the distance.
It was an old car parked approximately one hundred yards
ahead of us. Given the remote location, my initial assumption
was that the car had been abandoned, so I paid
little heed to it. However, as we approached the details
became clearer. Inside the vehicle, I spotted a weathered man

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around sixty years old occupying the driver's seat. Beside him
sat a young boy, his face etched with fear. Both
of them fixed their gaze upon us, their eyes filled
with intensity. My instinctive urge was to approach them and
inquire if they needed any assistance. However, before I could
act upon it, our guide silently altered our course, veering

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away from the scene and hastening our pace. Strangely enough,
none of us mentioned the incident afterward. It's as if
a silent agree and have been forged to keep it
buried within our collective memories. Nevertheless, the enigma persists, and
the mere thought of why that man and the boy
were in the heart of the woods, with the car
turned off and window seal watching us so intently sends

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chills down my spine. This happened four years ago around
New Years at my house. I live in a pretty
wooded area of Maryland. I actually have a nice trail
in my backyard that leads to a stream. I go
down here a lot with friends, my dog, and even

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just by myself. I've never encountered another person along this
stream anytime I've been there. Because of this, I've always
felt pretty at ease there, but still a bit cautious,
knowing my whole neighborhood could just as easily walk down
their backyards and get to this stream, or people from
the neighborhood against ours. On this day, we had some

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cousins over our believe to watch a Ravens game and
just get together for the holidays. It was unusually warm
for late December, probably around fifties sixties. We all moved
outside to supervise my little cousins throwing a football around.
My mom suggested that I take my younger cousins down
the trail to the stream to burn off some energy. Honestly,

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I didn't want it because I was so blotted from food,
but I did. I herded four pubescent boys down the
trail to the stream, and they kind of ran off
ahead of me to climb on things and do whatever.
I just hung behind to watch over them and make
sure nobody did anything especially stupid. While playing on my phone.
I kind of got this weird feeling while I was

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down there and felt not at ease, almost like a premonition.
I turned around to look behind me and scan the woods.
The first scan, everything was fine. Then I saw there
was a dark figure in the distance that looked male,
but I'm not an entirely sure because of the distance.
Who was half behind a tree, almost as if he

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was hiding and peeking out at me when I spotted him.
Rather than go back behind the tree, he stepped out
and just stood beside the tree while I stared back.
I had a really bad feeling and got the largest
chill and immediately yelled for the boys to come back.
They didn't listen to me at first, but I told
them to get their asses back and didn't say why,

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just started hauling us up the trail and made it
back safely to my house, where I told everyone about
the encounter. I'm sure nothing bad would have happened if
we had stayed down there, but I really didn't want
to find out. The Martin family had downsized their lives.

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A workplace injury had devastated Eric, and Shelley had left
her job to take care of her husband. As a result,
they were looking for a less expensive place to live.
Shelley had found a beautif older farm in Palmyra that
was just what they needed. It was surrounded by dense woods.
Eric's family had always been hunters, and his fairly extensive

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collection of guns was a bone of contention with Shelley.
With the help of Eric's son, Sean, Eric built a
strong box to hold the guns under lock and key
in the barn. Eric and Shelley had a routine of
evening coffee on the sheltered porch, provided it wasn't too
cold out. One night, they noticed strange pulsating lights down

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past the tree line. At first, Sean thought it was
just a poacher with a flashlight, but something didn't seem right.
Shelley thought it was unnatural. Eric and Sean headed out
into the field to investigate. As they approached the woods,
the lights went out. It was so quiet. The snap
of a tree branch under foot echo. Eric sent Shawn

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around with his flashlight off, hoping to catch any potential poacher. Unaware,
Eric felt something far beyond any fear he'd ever felt hunting.
All Eric and Sean found was each other, not even
a track on the ground to give them a hint
of what they'd seen. Chelsea's boyfriend, Nathan came for a
visit and they decided to go for a walk in

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the woods with the dogs. The dogs ran out ahead
of them, catching a scent. When Chelsea and Nathan caught up,
the dogs were rooting around by a large hole in
the ground. Nathan thought the overly round hole had been
dug with care. Chelsea had a bad feeling about the
whole thing and urged him to leave. Finally, he agreed.

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What had the dogs found. It was Memorial they weekend,
and Shelley was making the evening coffee. The dogs didn't
want to go outside of their pen. Something wasn't right.
Eric noticed that it was particularly quiet on that misty evening.
When Eric heard an odd sound in the distance, he
knew there was some sort of danger out there. Eric

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began to usher Shelley into the house. She protested, but
when she heard some rustling in the distance, accompanied by
five sets of eyes looking back at them, she realized
the danger. They rushed into the house and locked the door.
Eric knew it wasn't a bear, but it was huge
and dangerous. The guns were in the barn, and Eric

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wasn't sure his family was safe in the house. Eric
wanted to get the guns, but Shelley told him to stay.
She went up to Chelsea's room and woke her daughter.
Chelsea was half awake when she looked out the window,
but laid back down and went back to sleep. All
five of the creatures were still there. One stood on
its hind legs and looked right at Shelley. Eric felt

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an instinct to protect his family. With the creatures in
the distance, he thought that he might be able to
get the family car backed up close enough to get
them out. Even with his disability. Eric went outside. Shelley
went through the house using the windows. She finally found
the two hunting dogs hiding in a shadowed corner. If

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the dogs were scared, Shelley was concerned. When Eric reached
the porch, he realized that he might have the distance
to get there. It was going to be the longest
twenty feet of his life. He started to slowly walk
toward the car. When he finally reached it, grabbing the
keys and trying to unlock the door, the motion sensor

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lights popped on. Eric was frightened and very vulnerable. Suddenly
he was face to face with one of the creatures.
It tried to reach into the light, but something stopped it.
It bolted off into the darkness. Eric made for the
house as quickly as he could. They decided to call
the police, hoping for someone else to drive in while

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they remained sheltered. The police didn't take them seriously, telling
Shelley to close the windows and lock the doors. Nobody
was coming. They were on their own heard them approach.
They were on the other side of the outside wall,
and if they wanted in, they were going to get in.
Her family was being held hostage in their own house

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by these creatures. They weren't able to get the guns.
There weren't any police coming. What were they going to do?
Grabbing every sharp implement they could find, Shelley went and
woke Chelsea. They needed all hands awake. And alert. They
all went into the master bedroom and laid on top
of the bed, armed, waiting on daylight to come. When

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they heard the creatures outside, they were petrified. The only
thing between the Martins and the creatures was the bedroom window.
When morning came, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The creatures were gone. Eric called Sean, who came over
and helped look for tracks. The tracks they did find
were huge, with enormous claws. They showed a creature who

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could walk on two feet. These creatures had been hunting
stalking where they wear wolves To this day, nobody knows.
When I was eleven years old, I went camping with
my dad and my stepmom and a small town in

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West Virginia called Barnum. The park we went camping in
was called the Barnum Whitewater Area. Anyways, there wasn't a
place to shower, and the bathrooms were just a hole
in the ground, and there aren't words to describe how
wile they were. Our cabin was nice and cozy and
was maybe twenty feet away from the river. One night,

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we decided to leave the campground to grab some food
because we had almost know food, so we went to
get sown food. It was really good lol. But anyways,
we went back to the campground around nine thirty ten
and decided to drive around. Well about one quarter of
the way around, there is essa girl randomly standing on

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the side of the road with what looked like a torch.
We pulled up to ask her if she was okay,
and she froze. We thought she was drunk and drove off.
As we came back around about seven or eight, dune
buggies come around the corner and you're not allowed to
have those in that campground. We were like whatever and
went to the cabin. We saw that the screen to

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the window was pried open, like someone tried to break
into our cabin. We were debating on leaving and going
back to where we live, New Jersey, when a guy
comes up to us with that same girl we saw
in the woods. He asked if we knew her because
she was scaring him and his two kids. We said no,
and he walked off and the girl followed. We decided

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to get the hell out of there, and while we
were packing inside, she comes up the driveway and sits
down on the porch and we tell her to get
the hell off of the porch and she starts crying
and runs away. The final time we saw her, she
came up the driveway and started calling my stepmom her mom,
and my dad her dad, and we had not a
damn clue who the hell is girl was. I can't

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really remember much about her, but I know she was
blonde and she was pretty tall. And finally we left.
Now we called the police, but they said they couldn't
help us for two reasons. One we had already left,
and two, the cops are not active after midnight. What
if someone's being attacked or threatened with a gun and

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is about to die or something. We were in shop,
so we went back and drove the freaking four hours
back to New Jersey where we live, and we didn't
get home until like four am. In April twenty eleven,
a friend and I were stargazing on my roof on

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a dry, clear night in New Jersey. We were observing
the Larid's meteor shower that wasn't producing as many shooting
stars as we had hoped, but we stayed up there
intensely focused on the sky to see one every few minutes.
After a couple hours of this, we caught a bright
light in our peripherals. We turn around and see what

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looks like a bright blue, white lead flashlight traveling in
the forest behind the house. At first instinct, we thought
it was the police with a flashlight chasing someone, but
then we realized that the light was up in the
tree tops, weaving through the canopy. All we could say
is wtf is that? Over and over again as it
got closer to us. It was traveling along the direction

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of the river behind our house and seemed to notice
us because as it passed the back of my house,
it slowed to a gentle stop, then took a ninety
degree turn onto the clearing of our property about forty
feet from us, coming straight towards us, as if it
had noticed us and wanted to check us out. This
is when we got our first really good look at it.

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It was a perfectly defined, glowing sphere of light the
size of a basketball, with what seemed like churning, slash
flowing plasma inside. I see blue white hue, emitting absolutely
no sound at all. We started screaming at this point.
As it approached it moved very slowly compared to the
pace it had traveling through the trees. It seemed almost

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cautious in its movement. It's weird, but you could sense
some form of intention intelligence in its movement. We were
horrified because we knew nothing could explain what we were seeing,
and we weren't about to effer around and find out
by letting it get any closer. We scrambled off the
roof and ran inside, hiding under a blanket like scared

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little children. Even though we were in our late teens. We
didn't talk about it much after that because we just
couldn't explain it. About a year later, one of my
neighbors is banging on my door telling me to let
him in. He told me that him and a friend
were down by the river in that same patch of
woods and were chased by a floating silent light bulb.

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This freaked me out because I knew he was telling
the truth. I had never told him the story of
my encounter. A twenty three female took my two dogs,
a cane corso and a labradoodle on a walk on
a nature trail near my home. My car was the

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only car parked in the parking lot when I arrived,
so no one else was on the trail. The trail
had only has one entrance in The trail has thick
forest on either side of it. My dogs and I
started walking in maybe three quarter of a mile, and
a man on a bike approached me from behind. I
moved to side with my dogs to let him pass me,

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and when he does, my cane corso lunged toward him.
I held her back, but that was unusual behavior for her.
Around five minutes after the biker passed me, he passed
me again, going the other way toward the exit, and
again my dog lunged at him. I thought it was
extremely odd that he decided to turn around so quickly,

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since he couldn't have gone much more than a mile,
which seems like an extremely short bike ride. He was
dressed in biking gear and had a professional bike. It
just seemed like he turned around very quickly after he
saw me. I decided to stop and let my dogs rest,
and I FaceTime my boyfriend to tell him about my
odd encounter. My boyfriend agreed to stay on the phone

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with me while I walked back because I felt unsafe.
Then my dogs and I turned around and started heading
back to my car. About half a mile into our
trip back, both of my dog's lunge at something inside
the tree line off to the side of the trail.
They barked and growled and tugged on their leashes towards
the area of the tree line. I did not see

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anything there, but my dogs definitely sen something. We moved
on and made it to the parking lot, and I
saw one other car there with that man's bike hanging
on the bike rack on the trunk of the vehicle.
Once I got closer to the car, I realized no
one was inside. I have a bad feeling that man
had very bad intentions. I think that he biked back

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to his car after seeing me, walked to that spot
on the trail and hid in the woods to do
who knows what. Then had second thoughts because I was
on the phone with my boyfriends and I had two
big dogs with me. It makes me sick thinking about it.
I'm open to other explanations if anyone can think of one.
I want this just to be an innocent encounter, just

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a misunderstanding on my part, but it feels sinister, and
I feel like my dog sensed his energy from the start.
This situation made me realize that walking alone on a
rural trail, even with two big dogs, is not safe
for me edit him using the restroom, and the forest
is unlikely. There is a bathroom in the parking area.

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When I saw his car park next to mine, I
originally went to bathroom area because I worried he might
be in his car or by his car. When I
eventually went to my car to leave, that's when I
realized no one was in his car. Sometimes I'd be

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blamed for causing problems I didn't know about, but rarely
so it wasn't concerning, and I always chalked it up
to a misunderstanding. I eighteen, female, live with my brother
and mom, so not much goes on. We just coexist
and sometimes my brother causes issues, but not usually me.
But he's not causing these, and they've been happening more.

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It feels like something's playing a trick on me. Often,
stuff like my phone pass won't enter for and then
will with the same pass as before. My mom keeps
nagging me about putting my muddy shoes away wrong and
messing up stuff, and I never do this. I always
leave them out to wipe off. I haven't went out
in a month, but this happened twice, and today was

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the weirdest. My mom left and my brother was in
his room. I had dinner for one hour, and when
she came back to counters were all scratched up, like
someone took a knife and scratched them. Mom said she
might have to pay for them renting. I was in
my room and then washed my dishes, so I wouldn't
have noticed, but she did right away. And my brother

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said he didn't use knives. I only opened a package
with one away from them. It's just a mystery, and
she blames me because I was the one out, but
I was in my room most of the time too.
I want to say it's all a misunderstanding, but it
keeps happening. It seems like me. It's centered around me.
But I'm not doing these things. I don't cause problems,

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especially not after being told not to. And she's brought
this up and seems to believe me because I seem confused.
But also things I'm just forgetting, like something's wrong with me,
But nothing is like that, and I'm not forgetting. I
have a good memory. I've come to think at times
I'm being haunted or messed with. I mean, what else

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am I gonna think. At this point, I kind of
just wanted to stop. It's freaking me out. I was
canoe camping in Algonquin Park with my teenage nephew, sunny
afternoon on Sylvia Lake, no other campsites and a dead
end as far as tripping routes go, we decided to

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take a leisurely paddle. He spots a red tailed hawk
perched in a black spruce near the shore. So he
does the teenage thing and yells, hey at it. One steamboat,
two steamboat, and we hear, hey, weird. No formations that
I can see that would produce an echo. I said,
do it again, Hey hey, same result. The canoe is

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still moving, and he tries a third time. No echo.
Then about four seconds later, hey aa. He looks back
at me as if I am to explain what's happening.
But I'm at a loss. There's nothing in the direction
from where the echoes are coming. I'm weird at out
thinking that there's some looney out there that's been stalking

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it us. In the tranquil wilderness of the Oregon Cascades,
three of us embarked on a camping adventure seeking solace
amidst nature's embrace. Nestled among the deer beds near the
mountain saddle, we settled in for a chilly late May night,

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unaware of the extraordinary events that would unfold. As the
cold air kissed our faces, I succumbed to slumber, entering
a realm where dreams dance with reality. In the depths
of my sleep, a haunting sensation gripped me, as if
an unseen force yanked me from the confines of my
tent and dragged me downhill. Startled and disoriented, I awoke abruptly,

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my heart pounding, Struggling to discern the line between the
dream and the tangible world around me. Seeking solace and
the certainty of time, I reached for my phone, eager
to ground myself in its familiar glow. However, something else
captured my attention, a flickering light moving above our camp.

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Assuming it to be the presence of my cousin, I
dismissed the strange occurrence, allowing sleep to reclaim me once more.
With the morning sun painting the landscape and golden hues,
we ventured out, engaging in lighthearted banter as we trekked
through the wilderness. It was then that my cousin's boys
pierced the serene atmosphere. Filled with a mix of bewilderment

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and exhaustion. He revealed that his sleep had been restless,
plagued by vivid dreams of being dragged down the mountain.
My curiosity peaked, I probed further, asking our other cousin
if he had experienced any peculiar dreams during the night.
To my astonishment, he too confessed to dreams hauntingly similar,

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mirroring the nightmarish ordeal of being forcefully pulled downhill. A
chill ran down my spine. As the pieces of this
mystifying puzzle began to align. Sharing my own nocturne encounter,
I unveiled the eerie similarity between our dreams, connecting the
threads of an inexplicable phenomenon. During middle school, I dreaded

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taking the bus from my dad's house. The bus stop
was across the highway and down a secluded dirt road,
situated between affluent waterfront houses and a less affluent swampy area.
The setting had an eerie atmosphere, particularly in the early
morning darkness. One day, as I waited at the bus stop,

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I sensed that something was off. It felt wrong from
the moment I left home. Standing alone, surrounded by dense
woods with no houses nearby, I began hearing faint movements
in the distance. Something was slowly rustling through the brush,
intermittently pausing. Initially, I dismissed my unease as paranoia, trying

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to rationalize the sounds. My anxiety heightened as the noise
persisted and seemed to draw nearer. I felt as though
I were being watched, and the unknown presence in the
woods seemed to be closing it on me. Growing increasingly fearful,
I reassured myself that it was just my imagination running wild. However,

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the minutes dragged on and the noises grew closer, the
suspense became unbearable. Suddenly, silence descended, and a snap twig
shattered the quietness right behind me. I froze, anticipating an
animal lunging at me. I dared not turn around, relying
on my backpack as a feeble shield. Then I heard it,

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a distinct muffled cough. Undoubtedly humid, panic surged through me.
The realization that someone was hiding in the woods sent
shockwaves of terror. The pattern of sounds and their proximity
made it evident that this person had been inching closer
while trying to conceal their presence, since was not their intention.

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Overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty, I contemplated making a dash
back to my dad's house, knowing he possessed firearms for protection. However,
I hesitated, fearing an ambush if I turned my back.
Just as I was on the verge of fleeing, the
bus appeared, illuminating the area with its headlights. I kept

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my gaze fixed on the woods until I heard the
bus door open behind me. I swiftly boarded, rushing to
the backseat. Although it was unlikely that the individual would
follow me onto the bus, I was prepared to escape
through the emergency exit and seek safety at my dad's house.
As the bus transported me to school, I sat in

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the back corner, replaying the harrowing incident in my mind.
I remained silent, unsure if anyone would believe my story,
and fearful of potential embarrassment. I never used that bus
stop again. Years later, I discovered that the surrounding area,
including the dirt road, was infested with sex offenders and criminals.

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It dawned on me that someone had been observing me
at that stop, likely with malicious intent. The thought still
sends shivers down my spine, and I am grateful for
the fortuitous timing of the bus's arrival, sparing me from
a possible ordeal so close to home. During my deployment

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in Afghanistan, I was assigned the task of assisting the
operator flying the Raven, a small unmanned aerial vehicle equipped
with an infrared camera during nighttime operations. Our mission primarily
involved searching for insurgents planning roadside bombs, a rather monotonous duty. However,
one particular night, something peculiar caught our attention. On the

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camera's feed. In the corner of the camera's view, we
noticed a distinct, circular hot spot. Intrigue, we maneuvered the
Raven to obtain a better perspon, hoping to unravel the
mystery of this featureless, intensely glowing sphere. Whether displayed in
white and cold or black and hot, this enigmatic entity

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remained an impenetrable, solid black, unwavering for approximately five minutes.
Then abruptly, it swiftly descended, almost touching the ground as
we flew at an altitude of around one hundred and
sixty feet above ground level. Just as swiftly it ascended
back into the sky, disappearing from the raven's range. Intrigued

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and perplexed, we immediately reported the sighting of this unidentified
flying object UFO to the Tactical Operations Center TOC. However,
their response offered little satisfaction. They dismissed it as a
mere glitch, stating that there was no corresponding satellite data
in that specific area. Determined to investigate further, we turned

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to the footage recorded on our specialized tough book laptop.
To our astonishment, when we reviewed the footage, we discovered
a glaring emission. The five minutes encompassing the UFO sighting
were conspicuously missing. It was as if those crucial moments
had been deliberately erased or simply vanished into thin air.

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There is an expansive stretch of woods and forests near
my house, a vast playground for exploration. During my childhood,
it was a common occurrence for my friends and need
a venture into this realm, stumbling upon discarded items like clothing,
gardening tools, and even a forgotten twister game. On one
particular day, driven by curiosity and a sense of mischief,

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we decided to venture into the woods once again. As
we roamed around, a rustling sound broke the tranquility of
the surroundings. We dismissed it as some harmless animal, jokingly
attributing the noise to their playful antics. However, the subsequent
sound we heard was unlike anything we had encountered before,

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A prolonged eerie sound reminiscent of accidentally stepping on a
cat's tail. An eerie silence enveloped the forest, sending shivers
down our spines. The stillness was so profound that the
faintest sound would have echoed like a thunderclap. It was
in that moment of eerie quietude that we beheld its
presence with startling agility. It darted past us on all fours,

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its bulging eyes fixated upon us. It stared directly into
our souls, resembling a deer caught in the headlights of
an approaching car. Frozen in fear, we lacked the instinct
to fight or fleet. Only sheer terror gripped our beings.
The creature lingered for a brief moment, turning its head
with an unsettling motion. When one of us dared to

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make a slight movement in hindsight, its visage seemed as
if a wild animal had suffered the gruesome loss of
its face features. Yet the fluidity of its movements was
deeply unsettling, emitting another spine chilling noise. Our peripheral vision
caught a glimpse of a black bear in the distance.
Without hesitation, the creature charged toward the bear, providing us

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the perfect opportunity to escape. We sprinted away with unmatched speed,
propelled by adrenaline, and the echoes of that creature's unsettling
noise reverberating through our minds. From that day forward, I
adamantly refused to set foot in those backyard woods ever, again,
haunted by the memory of that chilling encounter. I used

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to live in northern Wisconsin, aways north of Minoqua. Our
house was against a mostly endless chunk of forest, and
I used to go walking all day with my dog,
some lunch, a compass, and one point twenty two just
to plink away at squirrels or whatever varmit. One fine
day I had ranged particularly far into a mossy low

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area with soggy ground. The forest had that eerie stillness
that seems unnatural that humans don't light. I came out
into a clearing with a slightly raised area and saw
a goddamn shandy town. It was this cobble together town.
I shit you not, had a little main street in
maybe seven to ten buildings. One of them was even

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two story. I stayed still for a minute, and my
dog knew to do the same and just watched. I
decided it was actually a nice place. The clearing let
a little sunlight. In the shanties were decorated with those
left over carpet squares. I could see Christmas lights strung up,
probably for light not festive purposes. Nothing moved, no sounds,

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so I took a few steps in gun in hand,
not on shoulder. I leaned in the doorway to the
first shack. It was well lit via some windows, and
it was clearly an apartment. Some candles and a bunch
of shitty magazines. It had a bed, a makeshift bookshelf,
and a makeshift kitchenett. There was a bit of uneaten

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food that had not yet rotted on the bookshelf. That
last one really caught my attention. I usually go quietly
in the woods, but I hadn't been approaching with stealth
and mine. Looked at my dog, saw a ridge of
hair on his back. At this point, I felt very
foolish and conspicuous. Decided it was time to gtfo. My

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twenty two wasn't going to stop anyone, and it was,
of course a rifle poor for close quarters against multiple
moving targets. So me and the pooch nope, pf out
of there. After we were about five hundred yards. We
jogged for about thirty minutes just to gain distance. We
made sure to cross a few streams an altered course.
A few times later in life, I did a mission

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to go back there. This time I approached with stealth
and mine, no dog and a different gun. No shanty
town all gone, but I could still clearly see signs
of where the shacks used to be and their community
fire pit. I assumed they went deeper. As a police dispatcher,

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I had grown accustomed to the occasional strange or unexpected call,
but this was unlike anything I had experienced before. It
was late and the station was quiet, with only a
few of us working the night shift. The closed radio
channel was rarely used, reserved for sensitive communications or emergencies,

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so when the sound of static broke through the silence,
my curiosity was piqued. At first, the static was overpowering,
drowning out any discernible words. My co worker and I
exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what could be causing such interference.
But then, amidst the crackling noise, both heard it, the faint,

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desperate voice calling for help, help me. The voice pleaded
barely audible over the tumultuous static. It sent shivers down
my spine, a chilling plea that seemed to echo through
the room. We strained our ears, trying to make sense
of the muffled words, but the interference made it nearly impossible.

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The minutes turned into ours as we listened attentively, hoping
to catch more than those two haunting words. Each time
the voice came through, it seemed to grow slightly clearer,
as if fighting against the barrier of static. We were
determined to uncover the source of this distress call to
assist whoever was in need. As the night wore on,

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my co worker and I became more frustrated. We knew
that every transmission sent over the radio was recorded logged
with the officer's radio identification. It was standard protocol insuring
accountability and maintaining a record of all communications. Yet when
we searched for the recordings and logs, there was nothing

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to be found. It was perplexing. There should have been
evidence of those transmissions, a digital trail to follow, but
it was as if the recordings had vanished into thin air,
erased from existence. We were thorough in our search, combing
through the system, but it was as if the mysterious
voice had never spoken at all. We shared our findings

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with the senior staff, hoping they could shed some light
on the situation. To our surprise, they were aware of
similar incidents that had occurred sporadically in the past. It
seemed that this eerie voice had haunted a few dispatchers
over the years, always managing to elude being captured on record.
It was a phenomenon that defied explanation. I'm currently working

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as a park ranger, but before this, I had a
job at a different park that I doubt I'll ever
set foot in again after what I experienced there last year.
During the day, the park was bustling with visitors and
I would conduct numerous walkthroughs and tours. However, my favorite
part of the job was when everybody left at night

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and I had the entire park to myself. Being surrounded
by nature made me the happiest, so this job was
a perfect fit for me. One day, an older lady
came into the park and asked for a tour. She
stood out as the kindest person I had ever met,
and she seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. For some reason,

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she prolonged the tour, calling me a child throughout, but
in a way that seemed endearing to me. We connected
on a deep level and shared a passion for nature.
Spending the whole day with her felt wonderful, and there
was something warm about her presence that I couldn't quite explain.
As darkness fell, the lady began to grow melancholic, and

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I asked her about it. She confided in me that
she felt saddened by our time together coming to an end.
I reassured her that she could come back to the
park any time she wanted to talk to me. She
expressed her gratitude and said she hoped for another chance
to visit, but in her voice and eyes, I sensed
a belief that she would never see me again after

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that night. It was a somber moment, and I wondered
if she was ill or facing some other life earning situation,
but I refrained from prying, as it would have been impolite.
She mentioned wanting to show me something and led me
to a secluded area of the park where a beautiful
fountain stood. She explained that the fountain, made of marble,

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was a cherished creation of her grandfather. To her, it
was the most magnificent fountain ever built. As a child,
she would often come to its edge and gaze at
the water, imagining what her future would hold. However, she
never anticipated it would turn out the way it did.
Despite her in her common peace, the sadness ingered in

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her eyes. In a tender moment, she kept my face
in her hands and expressed how proud she was of me,
how everything had unfolded just as she had hoped. Her
words confused me, but I hesitated to ask for clarification.
She then said it was time to say goodbye and
walked behind the fountain. Curiosity got the better of me

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and I followed her, only to find that she had
vanished into thin air. It was bewildering because there was
no trace of the old lady anywhere. I approached the
reception and asked if they had seen an older lady
matching her description, but they denied the presence of any
such visitor that day. The whole situation felt incredibly eerie,

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but I pushed it aside and carried on with my day.
Fast forward two months later, I was flipping through my
mother's photo album and stumbled upon a picture of the
old lady. I was taken aback and immediately inquired about
her identity. What my mother told me shook my reality
and men memory to the core. She revealed that the

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woman in the photo was my great grandmother. The revelation
left me questioning everything. Even to this day, I still
believed that something inexplicable occurred during that encounter. The following day,
I quit my job. If I ever come across that
fountain again, I fear what the truth behind the old
Lady's words might be, and I'm too afraid to find

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out if what she told me was indeed true. Eric
Johnson was a man who belonged to two worlds, the
bustling realm of his family and the serene depths of
the ocean. Tall and muscular, with a weathered face that
spoke of countless hours spent under the sun, Eric possessed

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a rugged charm that matched his adventurous spirit. His salt
and pepper hair framed a pair of piercing blue eyes
that reflected his deep love for the sea. The ocean
had always called to him, captivated his imagination with its
mysteries and enchanting beauty. But hidden beneath Eric's love for
the ocean was an unyielding fear, an unspoken dread of

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the unknown lurking within the deep. This fear had its
roots in a childhood incident etched into his memory. As
a young boy, Eric had witnessed a terrifying creature emerged
from the shadowy depths of the ocean, its monstrous form
haunting his dreams ever since. Despite this deeprooted phobia, Eric
couldn't resist the pull of the ocean's allure. It was

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as if an invisible force beckoned him to confront his fears,
to unravel the mysteries that had plagued him for so long,
And so, with trepidation and determination intertwined, Eric made the
decision to embark on an expedition to an uncharted region
of the ocean, an endeavor that would test his courage
in ways he couldn't have imagined. Accompanied by a team

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of marine researchers and fellow divers, Eric descended into the
watery abyss. Ourney began with a mix of excitement and unease,
as strange and foreboding signs began to reveal themselves. A
missing research vessel, whispered tales of bizarre occurrences in the deep,
and irrioceanic phenomena that defied rational explanation. All of these

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cast a haunting aura over the expedition, but it was
during a routine dive beneath the weight of unfathomable depths
that Eric's worst nightmares manifested into a chilling reality. As
he maneuvered through the dark currents, a sudden shift in
the water alerted him to a presence unlike anything he
had encountered before. His heart raised as he turned to

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face the behemoth before him, a creature of colossal proportions,
dwarfing any known species that inhabited the ocean's depths, its
massive form resembling a monstrous shark from the pages of
ancient legends sent shivers down Eric's spine. Its cold, malevolent
eyes pierced through the murky waters, locking onto his own,

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freezing him in place. The creature possessed a primal power
that surpassed even that of the mighty White Shark, an
embodoment of pure terror that awakened every dormant fear within
Eric's soul. In a frenzy of violence, the monstrous beast
attack the team, its ferocity, leaving no room for escape.
Hannik consumed the divers, their futile attempts to ward off

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the creature, only feeding its insatiable hunger. The once unified
team became a scattered chaos, their cries swallowed by the
unforgiving depths. But Eric, driven by an instinct for survival
and a desperate will to defy his fate, found himself
doing the unimaginable. He became the antithesis of his fellow divers,

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moving with calculated precision, dodging the creature's relentless assaults. His mind,
fueled by fear and adrenaline, deciphered a pattern and its
relentless attacks, a pattern he exploited to his advantage. Finally,
a moment of opportunity arose, Eric seized it, swimming with
every ounce of strength left in his battered body. In

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a burst of sheer willpower, he broke free from the
clutches of the abyssle horror, ascending towards the surface where
salvation awaited. Gasping for air, his heart pounding, Eric pulled
himself onto the safety of the waiting boat. He glanced
back at the haunting abyss, knowing deep within his soul
that he would never return to those treacherous depths again.

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The harrowing encounter had forever altered his perception of the ocean,
transforming it from a sanctuary of wonder to a realm
of nightmares. As the boat sailed back to port, Eric
carried with him the scars of his encounter, an indelible
mark etched upon his spirit. In this report, I wished

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to remain completely anonymous. I'm a police officer and I
had a sighting of a strange, humanoid werewolf looking creature
while patrolling a rural section of Baxter County, Arkansas. Another
officer had spotted the creature at a four way stop,
and I was sent to investigate. When I arrived at
the location, the peculiar looking humanoid emerged and started walking

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across one of the roads, disappearing quickly into the nearby brush.
As it turns out, this area has a long history
of werewolf type activity, along with unexplained animal deaths and disappearances. Unfortunately,
I didn't have enough time to assess the creature's size
before it vanished into the wooded area. I conducted a

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search of the location and found several sets of tracks
on the dirt roads, but due to recent rainfall, they
were not clear enough to determine what might have been responsible.
This report is the only official complaint from an officer
thus far, although other officers from the same department have
come forward to share their knowledge of the area. One

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officer even mentioned that his own grandfather had told him
about a werewolf like creature living in this vicinity. Due
to its remote location, very few people ever venture there,
and there had been no other reports until now. Since then,
a string of stories about strange and disturbing creatures has
emerged from around the world. Some reports, including those on

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sites like Reddit, mention sightings of werewolf like creatures. While
this is not a new phenomenon, as there have been
reports of such beings for centuries in America. One incident
stood out among the others. The incident involved a mother
and child who witnessed what they believed to be a
bigfoot near their home just outside of town. They managed

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to position themselves with a camera and started recording. What
followed would be familiar to those who have seen were
wolves before. The description given resembled a dog or wolf
suffering for mange, which causes hair loss and other physical ailments. However,
there was an important note the apparent foul smell emitted

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by this sickly looking animal. Yes, dog, man, bigfoot, and
were wolves have all been associated with strong odors, and
this particular sighting seemed highly likely considering the location. Similar
sightings have been reported in these parts, and the locals
are aware of what they might be encountering. Another report

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involved two separate officers, each with their own stories about
encounters while patrolling this specific part of Arkansas. Most of
these encounters took place at night, and although there is
little information available about them, witnesses commonly described the creatures
as being around five to six feet tall. Gaunt and thin.

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Glowing eyes are also frequently mentioned, which seems to be
a common characteristic among these types of encounters. One officer
shared that while in the same area, he observed something
moving swiftly into the trees. At first, he thought it
might be an animal, but then he heard another report
over his radio about a bigfoot sighting nearby. This proximity

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unsettled him, making him uncertain about what he had truly witnessed.
And yet another report, a pilot flying his small plane
around five a m encountered what appeared to be a massive,
hairy creature. Several other pilots in the rural region of
Arkansas had also spotted it, according to the officer. Residents

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of these areas have been sharing stories for years about
encountering these strange creatures, and some claim to know people
who hunt them. Among the most intriguing encounters I found
one involving a police officer from Calling County. He responded
to an animal complaint near the town of de Quincy
one evening. As he arrived at the scene, he saw

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two sets of eyes peering from behind a nearby tree,
emitting an extremely bright glow. This was his first sighting
of what he believed to be a huge, canine like creature. However,
when it opened its mouth and let out another worldly growl.
He backed away in fear. The officer described the creature
as approximately eight feet tall, covered in dark, smoky fur. Lastly,

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the final sighting occurred on Highway one hundred and sixty
five near Wilmer, where another officer had responded to a
call about children claiming to have seen a bigfoot or
werewolf like figure. According to their description, this entity had
very long arms, hands resembling those of a raccoon or
a human, and it was enough to frighten the officer

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away from the scene. I work as an EMT for
an ambulance company. EMS has always been full of superstitions,
and most of us believe in the supernatural on account
of all the crazy, gruesome stuff we get to see
on any given shift. Every company, every EMT, every firefight

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has a story about the a station that is haunted
or something that happened to them that can only be
explained as paranormal. For the company I work at, we
have about five stations, each with their own stories. Only
one or two truly scary stories, though mostly things like
employees seeing shadows out of the corner of their eyes,

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getting uneasy feelings in the stations, or hearing an unexplained knock,
voice or being hissed or growl that occasionally the station
I work it was no different. The station I work
at is our main station, meaning that is where we
keep all of our extra resupply, so it is not
uncommon for various crews to be going in and out

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of the station at all hours of the day. It
was common knowledge that the ambulance bay was creepy at night,
and people report hearing voices, footsteps, or ambulance doors opening
and closing out in the garage. Now, I've worked at
this station for two years and I've hears these things,
but it's always been easy to dismiss this as my

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partner doing something out in the bay or another crew
doing some late night resupply. The only experience I've had
there that I couldn't explain was I was distinctly growled
at in the garage late one night. At that time,
I quickly realized that the only person in the bay
was me, and I certainly didn't growl at myself and
quickly left. That was all I ever experienced there, and

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for the most part, felt very comfortable at that station
until last night. The station is small and consists of
a living room with a kitchenet attached to a hallway.
This hallway lead to the garage on one side, the
bathroom on the other, and at the end of hallway
is a door leading to the junior's bedroom, which you
can then walk through to get to the Sr's bedroom.

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If you go into the garage, there is a staircase
that leads into the attack that stretches above the entire
living quarters of the station. Me Junior and my partner
Senior are dead asleep in our respective bedrooms, all the
doors closed. When I am awoken to all these loud
banging noises in the wall shaking, I realize that this

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banging isn't just banging, but actually running. Something huge, heavy
and fast is stomping and running around in the attack upstairs.
It is stomping and running so loud it is quite
literally shaking the walls. Whatever it was must have been
huge to have been making sounds this loud. Then it

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gets faster. It's so fast and loud. It is running
across the entire length of the attack. It is moving
faster than anything can move. The stomping is happening one
right after another. It almost sounded like there were ten
people up there, or a creature with too many legs
running right above my bed. It's so fast, it's too fast.

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I'm sitting upright in my bed now, huddled in the
corner of the bedroom, absol lutely horrified. I get this deep, visceral,
primal feeling of dread, almost like what prey must feel
like when they are being hunted. And suddenly it's as
if a thought from somewhere else is placed into my
mind and I just know with every fiber of my

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being that it knows that I am awake and that
I know it's there, like sick twisted version of that
Spider Man meme. In between the stomping and the running,
I can hear this barking, whirling sound it's hard to describe,
like a grunt mixed with the sound of wind. It
is making this sound as it is running. I realize

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that it is moving so fast. I can hear the
wind it is creating, swooshing and whipping around it, and
it is grunting as it is running. So now I
very silently get up, and I walk over to the
sr bedroom door and try to open it, but it's locked.
I feel as though I can't make a noise or
it will come through into the station and kill me.
I'm quietly knocking on the door. I'm crying, pleading for

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my partner to let me in. I'm thinking this is
so loud, there's no way she is asleep, but she is.
She's out cold, and I don't get a response. I
decided that my partner had the right idea, and I
crept over to the junior bedroom door separating my bedroom
from the hallway that leads to the garage and the

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rest of the station. Unlock the door. So I silently
creep back over to my corner in the bed with
my blankets and begin to text her. It is one
forty five and I am begging her to wake up
over text and describing what I am hearing. She's not answering,
so I text her fiance and ask him to call
her and wake her up, but he's not answering either.

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It is at this point I decide to text my mom.
As I'm sitting there, you get a similar feeling to before,
an intense dread, a stark realization of pure truth. It
doesn't even feel like my own thought, more like a
pace of truth was just slipped to me by the universe.
The thing upstairs is not human. I'm explaining to my

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mom what I am hearing all these loud, swishing wind
sounds and stomping and running. Then I hear it run
down the stairs. When I tell you, my heart stopped
and my soul left my body. When I heard coming
down the stairs, my stomach dropped into my ass and
I was nauseous. I genuinely thought I was going to die.
I was waiting for it to start pounding on the door,

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and I had never been more thankful in my life
because I thought to have locked it earlier. I was
waiting for screaming or the door to start shaking or something.
But it never came. It ran impossibly fast and hard,
back up the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs,
across the attack, down the attack above my head in circles,

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down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs, across
the attack, down the stairs. It is going all over
too fast. So now I'm absolutely hysteric. Pople on the
phone with my mom. No one ever prepared me for
dealing with being hunted and taunted by a demon. My

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mom is trying to calm me down. She asks me,
what do you want me to do? I didn't know.
I don't know what she can do. I don't know
what to do. I just whisper I don't know what
to do. Just please don't hang out. She tells me
to bang on my partner's door and wake her up,
and I do. My partner wakes up and hear rustling

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in her bedroom and she goes yeah in a dismissive voice,
and slowly walks over to the door and opens it.
I literally shoved her back in the room, whipped around
faster than I ever moved in my life, closed the door,
and locked it. I explained to her everything I was hearing,
and we go and sit on the bed. The activity
is dying down now, but it is still active enough

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for her to hear the running upstairs too. It is
now two forty five. Another crew that gets off at
three got to our station to put their truck away
and clock out to go home. Me and my partner,
huddled together, glued to each other's hips, hurried outside together
to meet with them out in the building parking lot.
It is at this point that we realize that a

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completely separate crew from around twenty three eleven pm that
night had not only left our truck full of medical
equipment and drugs unlocked out in the parking lot in
an area known for being a not so great area,
but also left our garage door open, giving literally just
anybody access to our entire station. Me and my partner

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are terrified and aren't willing to go back into the station.
At this point. The crew that's getting off at three
goes into the station to clock out, and when the comeback,
they see us hanging out in our truck. They joke
with us for a minute over the ghost and make
fun of us for sleeping in the truck for the
rest of the shift. We asked them if they heard
anything into which the s are on. That crew, who

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has been there for a long time and staunchly believe
in the supernatural, says, yeah, it definitely sounds like there
is someone walking up there, but he's harmless. Me and
my partner are just harmless. That thing is not harmless.
They leave, and we decided to call for PD to
make sure that it wasn't some crackhead that had gotten

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in while the garage door had been left open. PD
got there and searched very thoroughly and found no one
and no evidence of anyone being there. It is foreign.
We notify our dispatch that station was cleared to be
safe by PD, and together we venture back inside. We
elected to keep the truck in the parking lot so
we would have to go back into the garage if

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we got a call or needed to make a quick
escape from the demon. And together we huddled together in
the living room with all the lights on until we
get off at seven. I heard a few minor bumps
and bangs, but nothing crazy things that could be dismissed
as house noises and whatnot. I barely slept and I
am not looking forward to going back there later this.

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When I was a police officer, I had the ability
to bond with folks with mental health issues. They would
calm down in the situation would diffuse itself. There was
one older woman. She had an apartment, but would wander
the streets at all hours. She would scream at passing cars,
go into businesses and then start asking for money and

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steal people's food, etc. She also shoplifted a lot. Needless
to say, she got arrested a lot. When she would
be arrested, she would fight like a wildcat injuring herself
and the officers arresting her except for me. I would say, Annie,
you're going to have to go with me now, and
she would. The first time arrested her, I asked if

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she had eaten, and she said no. So I stopped
at KFC and got her a two piece and a biscuit.
Drove real slow to the jail she could eat. After that,
when she got caught stealing, she would request me to
take her in. I didn't mind, because no one got hurt.
Annie didn't bathe real regular, so to freshen up, she

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would splash herself with stetson after shade. The combination of
her body odor and the stetson could really gag you.
Fast forward and I've gotten promoted to sergeant. Right after
coming on for afternoon shift, we get a fatal car accident.
Annie had walked into the street at rush hour and
been run over by a truck. Pretty bad scene. The

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will crushed her head, and I couldn't help but be
depressed because while she could be a pain, she couldn't
help it. It was just sad. When I got promoted,
I was issued an unmarked car to replace my marked unit.
Three sixty one. I was out on the road later
that evening when dispatch got a call that someone was
breaking into one of the cruisers parked behind the station.

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They said the person was in the back seat sitting.
I was close and responded. The citizen pointed out the
cruise and it was my old one three six'. One
WHEN i got to, it no one was in. IT
i opened it up and was immediately hit with the
overpowering smell of stetson after. Shape WHEN i was just a,

(03:48:23):
kid roughly, FOURTEEN i am now, twenty my dad AND
i went archery hunting on state game land a couple
miles from our. House there were a lot of tram
roads from people mining for coal back in the. Days that.
Said we were a mile from the main road where
we had our tree stands At my dad's stand was
about one hundred yards east of. Mine, anyway it was getting,

(03:48:46):
dark SO i knew the head out of the stand
and meet my dad at the. TRUCK i heard all
this crashing and, thought, one my dad was meeting at
my stand for, once and two he was making a
lot of. Noise SO i turned my hand and, BOOM
i see two little bear cubs play fighting with one.
Another they couldn't have been a year. Old truly a

(03:49:07):
beautiful sight to. See, however what terrified me the most
where Was mama. BEAR i immediately called my, dad freaking. Out he, said,
well you're an idiot for staying in the woods this.
Long should have been at the truck. By now just
make your way towards. Me i'll meet you on the.
Trail the cubs were far enough out to WHERE i

(03:49:28):
could still see, them but there was a good distance between.
Us with my arrow still notched and my three pocket
knife and my, HAND i climbed out of my stand
and tried to be as quiet as. POSSIBLE i met
my dad and we made it. HOME i have never
been more terrified of the, woods except WHEN i run
into a spider web hanging base level in the middle

(03:49:50):
of a trail heart. Attack every TIME i work in
the field of prison, corrections where surveillance is a critical
part of our. Operations in the supervisor's control, BOOTH i
have a clear view of the inmate housing unit control,

(03:50:10):
booths where my deputies closely monitor the activities of the.
Inmates one particular, night AS i glanced at THE cctv
MONITORS i noticed my deputy sitting in the control. Booth
curiosity struck, me AND i decided to call him to
inquire about the person standing behind. Him it was an
odd sight because there shouldn't have been anyone else, present

(03:50:33):
as everyone had responded to an emergency. Call to my,
surprise he replied that he was alone in the. Booth,
CONFUSED i continued watching as the figure remained there while
my deputy diligently searched for the mysterious. Presence as soon
as he settled back in his seat and picked up the,
telephone the figure vanished into thin. Air determined to make

(03:50:56):
sense of WHAT i had, WITNESSED i hurriedly went to
review the secure, footage hoping to capture evidence of the strange. Figure,
however AS i meticulously examined the recorded, footage there was
no trace of the mysterious. Entity it was as if
it had never appeared on the screen at. All ever
since that, incident whenever my gaze falls upon that particular

(03:51:18):
camera angle on the, monitor a shiver runs down my.
Spine the memory of that inexplicable sight lingers haunting me
to this, day even though it happened six years. Ago
at that. TIME i was A presbyterian, minister visiting the

(03:51:39):
bustling city Of chicago with my young. Son our purpose
for being there was to explore the wonders of The
museum Of science And, industry a place that promised to
ignite our imaginations and inspire our. Curiosity little did we
know that our visit would take an unexpected turn into
the realms of mystery and entrgueavigated the labyrinthine corridors of the,

(03:52:02):
museum marveling at the exhibits that unfolded before our, eyes
we inadvertently strayed from the well trodden. Path the hallways
seemed to twist and, turn leading us deeper into the
heart of the, building away from the familiar attractions that
drew the attention of other. Visitors lost in this maze
of unfamiliar, territory we stumbled upon a room that seemed

(03:52:24):
out of, place as if it existed in a different
dimension from the rest of the. Museum the air hung
heavy with an aura of secrecy and. Anticipation our eyes
were drawn to a large glass case that stood in the,
center its contents obscured by a veil of. Curiosity as
we approached the, case our senses tingling with, anticipation we

(03:52:46):
were confronted by a sight that defied. Explanation within the
glass enclosure lay small humanoid, bodies their forms eerily preserved
for all. Eternity they possessed a delicate, fragility yet their
presence emanated another worldly energy that sent shivers down our.
Spines before we could fully process the gravity of what

(03:53:07):
we were, witnessing a group of men descended upon, us
their purpose as enigmatic as the beings encased in. Glass
they demanded my immediate attention, forcibly guiding me to a
secluded corner of the, room papers were thrust before, me
demanding my signature without explanation or. Respite fear mingled with

(03:53:28):
confusion AS i complied their stern. Gazes leaving no room for,
DEFIANCE i was granted no opportunity to question or. Resist
the ordeal was over as abruptly as it had, begun
and we were allowed to leave the weight of secrecy
heavy upon my. Conscience confounded by the enigmatic, encounter my

(03:53:48):
young son AND i departed the, museum carrying with us
a story that defied conventional. Explanation years, later in nineteen seventy,
four my, son now, grown recounted the bizarre incident To
Sharon marson of The center FOR Ufo. Studies the memories
resurfaced a reminder of the extraordinary circumstances we had encountered

(03:54:10):
within The museum Of science And. Industry the details were
etched in our, minds forever ingrained in our family's history
to this. Day the questions, lingered what was the significance
of those small humanoid? Bodies who were those men that
compelled me to sign those mysterious. Papers the answers remain,

(03:54:30):
elusive hidden within the depths of an enigma that continues
to captivate the imagination of those willing to explore the
uncharted realms of. Possibility during my eight years as A
Us navy, SUBMARINER i experienced an unforgettable. Incident on one,

(03:54:52):
OCCASION i found myself succumbing to exhaustion and dozed off
aboard the, submarine which was a rare luxury given the
demanding nature of our. Work little DID i know that
this moment of slumber would lead me into a realm
of dreams THAT i would later refer to as The.
Dreamfish in my sleep deprived, STATE i dreamt of an

(03:55:12):
extraordinary creature that seemed to attach itself to our submarine
when we ventured into the depths of the. Ocean this
dream fish possessed an uncanny ability to manipulate our thoughts
and influence our dreams using some form of telepathy or brainwave.
Manipulation in the, DREAM i was acutely aware that my
thoughts and dreams were being influenced by this enigmatic, entity

(03:55:35):
even THOUGH i understood it was not. Real the communication
with the dream fish occurred through emotional suggestions rather than,
words creating a surreal and bewildering. Experience it was by
far the craziest and most peculiar DREAM i had ever.
Encountered ALTHOUGH i firmly believed that the dreamfish is merely
a creation of my subconscious, MIND i must admit that

(03:55:58):
subsequent dreams featuring this solucive creature occurred only when we
were below a certain. Depth upon, WAKING i would instinctively
determine the submarine's depth during the period of my, slumber
SOMETHING i hadn't bothered to check or no prior to falling.
Asleep does the dreamfish truly? Exist logically, speaking it is highly. Unlikely,

(03:56:20):
however the allure of its existence lingers in my. Mind
perhaps if you find yourself falling asleep beneath the embrace
of the ocean, waves you too might encounter this enigmatic.
Dreamfish only then will you truly know if it is
more than just a figment of the. Imagination may and

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my friends are into hardcore. Survival we got to remote
areas of THE uk and try to stay for a
week no, food, water or, technology but all is kept
in our car close by in case of. Emergency, anyways
we were in the middle of a forest we for
quent because we know it well and in the winter
months food is harder to. Find the sun had been

(03:57:06):
down for a few hours and the six of us
were sitting around a fire just having general conversations WHEN
i heard the worst piercing Scream i've ever heard in my.
Life it sounded like a young adult teenager. Girl it
was definitely, human and for a solid ten seconds there
was just repeated screaming followed by. Silence i've been out
in the wilds to know what foxes sound like and

(03:57:28):
other animals, like and this was nothing like. That me
and some of my friends went to investigate and followed
the direction of the scream while two of my friends
stayed in. Camp we looked for a solid two hours
and couldn't find a thing and headed back to. Camp
they didn't hear or see anything interesting. Either we chalked
it up to some animal or, something and we all

(03:57:49):
tried to. Sleep, obviously because of that, experience the good
old primal senses went into, overdrive AND i could hear
twigs snapping all around the outside of my, shelter but
blame exactly that and went to. Sleep after rationalizing to
myself about the weird goings, ON i was then woken
up by one of my mates tapping me and saying

(03:58:09):
he heard muffled whispering and looked genuinely. Panicked to put
it into context for, You i've known this guy for seven,
years And i've never seen him spook like, this even
when we go to, weird spooky places like The Screaming
Forest Great. PLACE i listened for this whispering and didn't hear,
anything BUT i felt uncomfortable enough to wake the rest

(03:58:29):
of the group up and we went home. Early to this,
DAY i have no idea if it was just another
group of people messing with, us or if it was
just in hearing things or. WHAT i find it odd
that in all our times going, there we've never encountered anybody.
Before nobody in our group has any idea what it really,
was but we have fun pondering the. Possibilities we've never

(03:58:52):
gone back to that place because of that, experience, THOUGH
i was one of the naval officers fortunate enough to
serve Near Key, west where our days were filled with
maritime duties and the constant vigilance that comes with protecting
our nation's. Waters it was a day like any, other

(03:59:14):
with the sun casting its golden rays upon the endless
expanse of ocean before. Us as our motor launched smoothly
cut through the gentle, waves our attention was abruptly captured
by a sight that defied all. Reason suspended above the,
water gleaming in the, sunlight was a cigar shaped, object
unlike anything we had ever. Encountered it hovered, there a

(03:59:37):
silent enigma against the backdrop of the vast blue. Horizon
the bewilderment that gripped our hearts was soon interrupted by
the arrival of a fighter, plane seemingly materializing out of thin.
Air with a swift, Maneuver it darted toward the unidentified,
object causing it to retreat into the, heavens vanishing in mere.

(03:59:58):
Seconds the abruptive departcher left us stun our minds racing
to comprehend the inexplicable events that had just unfolded before our.
Eyes our motor launch eventually returned to the safety of the,
dock the weight of our encounter weighing heavily upon our.
Minds to our, astonishment as soon as we, disembarked we

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found ourselves surrounded by a group of men clad in dark.
Suits their presence exuded an air of, authority their steely
gazes leaving little room for. Doubt they swiftly took control
of the, situation subjecting us to an interrogation that felt
more like an attempt to discredit us than to seek the.
Truth hours passed filled with probing questions and skeptical, glances

(04:00:42):
as if our accounts were nothing more than figments of
an overactive. Imagination the men in dark suits seemed determined
to cast doubt upon our, credibility painting our remarkable experience
as a fabrication or a misinterpretation of natural. Phenomena the
weight of their skepticism grew heavier with each passing, moment
their relentless pursuit of discrediting our claims becoming more. Apparent

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we were left to, wonder why were they so eager
to silence our?

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