CreepCast - Stolen Tongues | Creep Cast

Episode Date: August 18, 2024

This week, Isaiah and Hunter read all ten parts of the highly anticipated story Stolen Tongues. And, the guys officially get CREEPED out. Make sure you know where everyone is before you start this one. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Today we're going into a beautiful beautiful story called My Romantic Cabin Getaway with my fiancé isn't exactly going

as planned, which was turned into a novel known as Stolen Tongues. So I don't know, which one do you like better? Stolen Tongues are my romantic cabin getaway with my fiance isn't going exactly as planned. I've said it before on the podcast. I'll continue to say, I like Stolen Tongues better. I'll continue to say

all of these titles that are like my son keeps looking at me with his third eye. I don't know. I don't know what to do or stuff like that. It's never good. I can't remember what we've had.

I'm sure we've had a good one that's had a title like that. My wife is peeking at me from our corners. That's a good one. It was, but the ending was kind of, kind of killed the vibe. I'm just saying the title. The title is good.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm saying the stories with those titles tend to not do well. I don't know. I mean, this one getting turned into a novel has,

I mean, I don't know, it feels like that maybe has some merit to it. that maybe that's good because all the stuff that's been published has been really fun to look at I mean so this story is written by a guy named the cold people but his name is Felix Blackwell and like I said this has got turned into a novel so you can't pick it up I picked up a hard cover of the story so I hope it's good but it's on Amazon we'll put a little link in the description as well I also saw in some

comments for it some people or I think actually the author himself was saying that they have edited and, like, change the version for the novel and that it's superior. Yeah. So if this sounds interesting to you and, like, you hear the whole story, it's probably still worth checking out the book to see what's different. I think the book is more extensive. He probably cleans up some stuff.

So, yeah, I'm curious to see. I mean, I still think that this is probably going to be a fun read here. Oh, I'm excited. I'm 100% excited. I'm really curious to read this and then even read the hardback version of it and just see what is different about it and just see kind of does it, seems seamless? Does it feel like there's more added into it? I'd be, uh, I'd just be curious to see. But with other further ado, I'd say, let's just jump on in. We're going to take a quick

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So let's jump on into it. This is a 10-part series in the original run. And then there's a thing that just says the mystery unravels, which is 11 through 16. I'm guessing that after the fact, he probably updated it for the mystery unravels. And that's maybe what's in the hardback as well. So I say,

we'll probably just focus on the first 10 and just see how we feel. See where we're going. See how we're feeling. See what the vibe is. I want to emphasize. I wasn't saying none of that before about the title. meaning the story's bad, to say that I think this won't be bad. I hope this one's great.

I'm saying that so that I sound smart if I'm right. There you go. Historically, to be fair, you're right, though. Historically, so far, you're right that the stories have been kind of eh. When my dead girlfriend keeps messaging me on Facebook. That one was fun. And we can't forget the thing in the basement's getting better at mimicking people. Dare I say one of the toughest and cornyest reads, but I'll be it one of the fan favorite episodes.

There you go. one of the favorite episodes. So I feel like it's going to either teeter both ways. I'm curious to see which way it teeters. We're all in or we're all out. So I'm excited for it. I will also say, thank you all so much for half a million subscribers.

That is wild. I know, this stupid little podcast of ours getting a half a million. It's ridiculous. Yeah, it's amazing. And also, as always, if you enjoy the show, be sure to check us out on Spotify and Apple Podcasts

and all those places where you, can watch and listen. It means the world to us and it just helps us, you know, keep this thing running. So be sure to check it out if you're on a long drive. Isaiah, why don't you dive us in? Hopefully there's either something in here to scare me or make Hunter cry. Either way, I'll take it. My fiance and I are from California, but her family lives in Colorado. And they own a cabin near Pike's Peak, way up in the mountains. After visiting them, they recommended we go stay at the cabin a few days. We're avid hikers and jumped at the arbor. opportunity.

Colorado is a very rich in Native American folk legend. Oh, yeah. Here we go. I didn't know we were getting into this. Okay. I'm down. Immediately, I'm like,

all right, here it is. We're definitely getting into some weird, like, going to be some weird, like folk, uh, like monster stuff.

Yeah. Well, I think I know what stolen tongues means now. Okay. Before, but I think I do know. Virtually every place you go used to belong to an indigenous community. And a few of them who remain keep the traditions.

and stories alive. Pike's Peak is no different. There are enough stories and gift shops to give anybody the sense that the land itself is alive. I don't know if this has anything to do with what is happening, but maybe someone hears from Colorado and could help us connect the dots. Faye and I are currently at the cabin. Did he say her name's Faye before?

Yeah. Oh, okay. I believe so, right? Or I said my fiance, I guess my fiance, yeah, but. Yeah, that's a, I'm guessing Faye is his fiance. How do you feel about that name choice? Faye? I like Faye.

You don't like Faye? Faye feels like, it's like naming your character, Christian Gray, you know? It's like, it's a bit too much. Yeah, I guess so. I'm just being a hater, but. Yeah, and I feel you. It's day four, and we are planning on leaving today.

But things have gotten very strange around here, and it looks like we're going to be here a while longer. We have enough food for a winner, and the heater is in stellar order. But the Wi-Fi is terrible at best. and there's virtually no cell reception. We feel isolated. I'll try to respond to comments,

but the internet dips out for hours at a time up here. So I'm almost picturing like a weird. So that's the end of the first entry to his journal. I'm almost feeling it's almost like one of those communities that's like a full Sasquatch town. Like their entire infrastructure is based on that kind of tourism. Yeah. Or like Point Pleasant West Virginia with the Mothman.

Yeah, exactly. Except now they're in rural Colorado. and there's just no cell reception and stuff. And they did say that it is winter, correct? I don't know if they said that. Or he said, we have enough food for, we have enough food for winter. Oh, for winter. Okay. So, but

even then Colorado's super high elevation. So it probably is snow laden. Just some snow. I'm just trying to get a sense of the environment. Like if I was looking out, if I was in the cabin looking out the window, I'm just picturing snow. I'm imagining a shining scenario being set up. Oh shit. Okay, wait. So here's the next, uh, the next entry, the immediately the first thing that is said. Yeah. So it's, yeah. The first weird thing that happened was the snow. Okay. Okay. Good job, Hunter. Well, I mean, you were thinking the right way. I tried. You know, you just got a little, you just got a little, uh, you just got a little whimsical. Got a little happy all of a sudden. That's what you get for being happy though. There's no snow in the forecast. So we packed a light. But on first night here, just our luck. A blizzard.

pounded the whole area. My little corolla is basically a brick of ice outside. And there's no way I'm going to try to make this. I don't know. I don't know why that was fine to me. My little corolla. My little corolla. Yeah, I imagine like it's like a child-sized car.

Yeah, like a Fisher price outside. Yeah. There's no way I'm going to try to make the six-mile drive down the mountain to the town. I blame myself for trusting Colorado in spring. After a day, Thursday, of lovely high. liking and sightseeing, some really unsettling stuff started happening. When we returned to the cabbage just before dusk, we found an enormous dream catcher dangling from a tree about a dozen yards from the back door.

Okay, did that get set up there while you were gone? Yeah. Or is that just something you noticed that was already there? Maybe they just found it or it was the first time that they had been in that area. Because it's, if it reads a little different than Gregory 88, where it's like, oh, I came back and it was just right there. So I'm, I'm picturing. that they were walking because they've already kind of talked about hiking through the area.

So I'm imagining that they're like, oh, I've never noticed this here before. But I don't think it's like directly attached to the house probably or like the tree outside their house. Yeah, it's like it's kind of plausible deniability of if this is malicious or not. Yeah. This wasn't the kind you're imagining. The kind you buy from a novelty shop. This thing was made from twigs and twine.

And it's about three feet in diameter. Damn. Yeah, this is literally a Gregory 8. scenario, absolutely humongous. Neither Faye nor I were stupid enough to touch it. We're veteran horror movie fans, and we know that's how you get cursed. If the snow melts a bit, I'll get back out there. Snap a picture of it and posted here.

The night while we were eating dinner, we heard a bunch of noises in the woods outside. Twigs crunching, leaves wrestling, etc. This isn't unusual because we saw some elk and deer on our hike, but the sounds were slow and purposeful. They stopped and started and were rhythmic, like someone was casing the area in a crescent shape around the cabin. I used my really bright tactical flash.

I used my really bright tactical flashlight to look outside from the porch, but there is nothing. Okay. Do you know that guy who's just so eager to use his flashlight? Yeah, like the almost like borderline survivalist doomsday.

Yeah, yeah, that guy was like, I better go grab an industrial grade flashlight from downstairs. I'll be right. I, oh, it's, the power went out. Let me get my tactical flashlight. I keep in my pocket. You know, it's actually 800 lumens, but it looks brighter because the way the candela is,

it actually, like, puts a bigger beam onto the, the, uh, that was the end of that post. And I will say just from a first gut reaction, not to derail a story too much, but already I like these people more than the Gregory 88 people, because at least you have comments that's enough to be like, I'm not fucking touching that. Well, the, the Gregory 88 person was like trying to get killed because, because he's like, there's people touching stuff in the house. I guess I'll sleep alone here forever.

You know, like he just was trying to die. Just like no survival instincts at all. At least these people are, they seem capable. They seem like they're, they're wanting to actually live a normal life is what it seems like. And everything so far is totally plausible.

You know, you're on a, you're on a trip with your wife and then like, huh, that's kind of weird. I heard something outside. Like it's not reason to run. It's just like,

no, I mean, dude, the amount of times you've been, like I'm sure you've been camping or something. And it does feel like something is lurking around, maybe watching your tent or something. But at the end of the day,

you can easily justify like, oh, it's just an animal doing something. And, you know, even though it might send a little shiver of your spine, as soon as you wake up the next morning, you probably forget about it. Did I ever tell you about when I took Kayla camping to like a haunted area?

Okay, so one time, um, my, my buddy had this piece of property in North Carolina. Uh, we were going to go camping on. And we had so many, like, legends about the place because, like, one of the guys who camp

there said that he saw, like, um, this create, we, we nicknamed it the Romer that we saw like this, uh, the kind of Bigfoot-esque thing walking around. Someone else said they heard crying in the middle of the night, stuff like that. So it became this thing that everyone who stayed there had a ghost story around it. And I had told Kayla about all of this prior and had completely forgot about it. And I was set up to go. man. There was a river there. We were going to spend a whole weekend. I was going to, I was going to fish. We were going to set up campfires. We're going to have a cute little hammock. It was going to be such a cute trip. And then on the way there, she's like, is this the place with the, uh, all the

ghost stories? And I should, I should have just been like, no. I should have lied. But instead of like, yeah, but it's fine. We won't, but immediately her mood changes. We get there. She's like, sitting in the car. She's like, I want to get out. I want to get out. We go to sleep that night. in the back of the car and I wake up at one in the morning and she is crying. Oh my God. And I'm like, what? And she's like, I thought I heard something. I'm like, what? She's like, I heard it always. So I have, I have, I have my night vision, which I should have, I shouldn't have been stupid. I should just turned on a light so she could see. But I was like, well, I don't want to, it's a peaceful night. I don't want to like light up the woods. So I'm walking around the car with my night vision on like,

there's nothing out here. There's absolutely. I can see everything. There's nothing. Put the helmet on. See for yourself. And she was like, I'm just scared. So we set up with her crying until sunrise and then drove home. So, oh my God. That is brutal. You would have been so fucked up if you would put the night vision on. You're like, oh my God, what is that? Oh, God, what is that? It's horrible. It's horrible. No, what I should have done is I would be like, I'll go find it. And then I just don't come back. Yeah, don't come back. You come back the next morning with like Dunkin' Donuts or something. Babe, I just decided to go walk and get donuts. I hope they don't mind.

Dude, she's just like fossilized in the car from being so afraid. Dude, she would, I think she would have divorced me. I think that would have been. Yeah. If I picture my wife, yeah, there's no way. I would have been up shit creek for sure. Yeah, fuck.

And what's funny is I did it like to me, the ghost stories or whatever. I've ghost stories about everything. I'm used to scary stuff. So when we get there initially, I'm like fishing. I'm like in the river and stuff. I'm having a good time. She's just sitting in the car. And I'm like,

what's her problem? What's she said about? How caring. Yeah. If you're just going to sit here, I'm bored as fuck, babe. I'm going to go fishing.

And then we're sitting around the fire and I, and I'm like making, I made like bacon and eggs or something. It was great. And then she's like, she's still like upset. I'm like, what's your problem?

Oh my God. Very, I would say that's very, uh, the very man thing to do in that situation. I would say. I feel like that's the, that's the,

that's the boys way of handling things. things you're still hung up on the fucking demons walk around the woods you're still mad about the the big foot demon look if he's crying that means he's a woods i could probably beat him up he's probably a fucking pussy honestly are you gonna finish those eggs because i'm pretty hungry can you give those to me actually babe can you would you mind run back to the car and grabbing something yeah i need you to walk back to the road like when i talk about this is this campground was in the middle of the nowhere i mean this was a piece of property like five miles from any road so it is dark outside right like

pitch black right yeah overcast night like aside from the fire you can't see 10 feet away right middle like nothing yeah absolutely like absolutely horrifying conditions and i'm sent there like yeah so yeah i like my egg scrambled at a camp fire normally i take them over easy but you know when i'm set around there's a mood to it there's something about i brought this little jar it's all the spices i use so it's got like my oregano and my salt and pepper and she's just like shaking Babe, did you see that nine-foot-tall gorilla walk around earlier? I didn't know we had guerrillas. That's kind of interesting, right?

Yeah, so I normally like him scrambled. By the way, babe, don't turn around. If you look into its eyes, you become fossilized. So anyway, I really like your face. Just like that episode of Avatar, last airbender. Have you seen that? Babe. She's like gone.

You know, more so it's not really that it contains any supernatural properties. just that the sheer terror of its features are indescribable to the human mind and you'll go crazy. So anyway, I like my bacon a little juicy, you know, not super raw, but a bit, a little crisp to the edges, if you know what I mean. Yeah. So I'm a, I'm a great boy. So anyway, I totally relate to our protagonist here being like, what's that noise? Oh, well. Yeah. Anyway, who cares? So are we, are me and you going to get a little busy? Jesus. Making a move in the midst of it. We stayed in all day on Friday

and just cuddled, hung out, played some of the board games we brought, and some of the Super Nintendo games they had in the cabin. Donkey Kong Country, too. I've considered stealing because it's the greatest game ever made. It snowed again,

and after dark, we started hearing more noises. Around 1 a.m., Faye woke me up and told me she was hearing a voice outside. Ugh. I straight, this is a,

I am not kidding, this is the exact scenario. It's going to be fucked up. when I find out that you're Felix Blackwell. Yeah, I just wrote this story. Yeah, you wrote this. I strained to listen, and I thought I can make out the sound of a man crying

very far away, but his voice was drowned out by the wind, so I wasn't absolutely certain of what I heard. We went back to sleep, but again, around 4.45 a.m., we heard him more distinctly, and closer. He sounded like he was calling for help, but he would

dip into another language that I've never heard before. what the fuck the way this is written is like yep so 4.45 a.m. Definitely a guy cried for help outside but then he started talking to German or Arabic

or something and I don't understand that. So I just figured, you know, let it be. Maybe he's got friends nearby. It was about 5 in the morning. I heard him say help a couple times, but I think he spoke Spanish so I just said I just better let him be. I opened the door and said, Por favor to you too and just, you know, let the elements, you know, have their way with him.

You know, I let the... That's, this is actually you with Diego. No, that I think of. No. I would have rushed to Diego's help immediately. Uh-huh. Yeah. We call the Rangers station at the bottom of the hill using my cell phone.

And they told us they'd get up there and check it out. We never saw him and I doubt they ever came. Interesting. So they were able to get reception. I wonder if that's going to be. uh if later in the story if somehow the cell phone thing is going to be depleted because if they're able to call that then they probably can't call or i think he's also probably establishing too that they can't uh what was that it's probably a landline if they have cabins at a park

right or i meant he's using his cell phone to call the people um down in the hill right oh you're right you're right i didn't read that using but what i think what i think they're setting up is like oh we called them to see if they would go help these people and then they doubt that's they even showed up or whatever, which is probably a setting up later to where like, why the fuck would they even come help our protagonist? You know what I mean? Well,

it's, they know what's going on. The Ranger Station knows what this is. Ooh, you're probably right. Yeah. You're probably like, yeah,

definitely will go up there. I'm not fucking going to check that out. Oh, the nine foot tall dancing monkey that's in the woods. Fuck of that. Oh, you all heard the, the guy cried in Greek,

huh? Yeah, we'll be there ASAP. He's like shaking. He's like shaking. monkey, nine foot tall monkey that tickles you until you speak Spanish. He's looking over at the, the other ranger, like,

I'm going to go there. I'm both just watching a Rosetta Stone DVD. We've got to learn to talk to these things. Miamo, miyamo as gorilla. on Saturday, shit got really scary. Oh, yeah, by the way, since I just had to read shit. I saw a video on YouTube like yesterday called Windegoon swears for four minutes, and it's just a compilation of me reading cuss words on this show.

Yeah, apparently you're a very loose lift on this show. Yeah, yeah. How dare you? How dare you be so? Yeah. It snowed again in the morning. and I stopped getting service for most of the day. Faye and I watched movies and tried to Skype with her family,

but that didn't work. She went to sleep early around 8 while I did some photo editing on my laptop in the living room. She woke up crying hysterically. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she had a dream that she was lost in the woods outside, and something was following her. I culled with her until she fell back asleep, and eventually I draped it off too.

Can I just say something real quick? Yeah, go ahead. If I'm being completely honest, and this is just, I'm cringing just a little bit. I fucking hate when people, the word cuddle, cuddled. He keeps talking about he's cuddling the whole time. I just, I had to put it out there. I don't know. So this goes back to my kind of overarching thesis with you that you just hate fun.

Is being intertwined with someone fun? Can someone in the comments put up a, put up a scoreboard right now? We've got all my big brother. and sisters are going to be the big boys and girls out there are going to get it because my ass if i if i remotely touch somebody i get so hot all right oh you're talking about weight oh you just randomly go all my big brothers and sisters i'm like whoa what are you talking about like i'm talking i don't know where you're going i'm talking the thickums get can i be okay i'm tired of this too can i be honest you're not that fat and it's kind of pissing me off morbid

morbidly obese is what my doctor said. We walked through the French quarter for 12 miles. People who are morbidly debilitatingly obese cannot do that. What you didn't realize is every time you turned around, I actually was throwing up and I had like grass walls and I was like, you still had enough energy to be sarcastic and a jerk. I was like, this is my first impression with my friend. I have to, I can't buckle under my sheer weight, my sheer girth.

No, you guys go ahead. I think I saw something. I just cried on the floor. No, you were. See, you're painting this image to the audience so that you can be the sad voice so that you can be the victim in this area. Okay. But I'm not buying it. I'm not buying it. You got through it fine.

You are built like a football player. You're not like super fat. You're just like you're bulky. It's, it's completely different. All right, man. All right. All I'm going to say is I just don't want to cuddle with people. All right.

You know the differences? You know the differences between you and someone who's morbidly obese? If someone who's morbidly obese wanted to get strong, it would take a long time of like losing weight, you know, gaining muscle, losing weight, gaining muscle. I feel you, man. I'm there. If you just started like power lifting, you would be a machine.

You would be the scariest dude I've ever met. No, I've been doing all the only thing. The only thing I can actually physically do is sitting Kingles. And that's what I do. Okay. I'm tired of you. I can't. Whatever.

Sure. Sure. You're stupid fat and can't do anything. is that what you wanted is that is that the lie you want me to tell to make you feel better to fit your little your world okay all right yeah anyway um what what was I even talking about oh you you the things you don't like yeah uh you don't like talking to people at gas pumps you don't like you don't like cuddling what a crime you don't like what was another one we brought up that I mean there's some someone someone mentioned up you for one we haven't

said that before but sure throw that up there any guy who does not like grilled zucchini is an enemy all right what do you talk about? I do actually I love grilled zucchini. It's so good. It's so good. It is good. It's very good. But yeah, guys in the comments, someone give me a list of like all the

because I know there's like eight things he said that are completely normal human experiences that he's afraid of. So someone put that together for me. All right. Doesn't like cuddling. Anyway, okay. Faye woke me up around 1 a.m. She was absolutely beside herself. I've never seen her so afraid

in my life and just the look of her face really unsettled me. She told me that she heard the man outside again, but she recognized the voice. She was absolutely convinced that it was her grandfather's voice and that he was wandering around outside begging for help. Oh my God. Oh gosh. Jesus. Face Grandpa died when we were seniors in college, four years ago.

I told her that she was dreaming, but then I heard the voice too. Ooh. I never met the guy, so I would have. recognize his voice but it did sound different from the night before sounded older i had to do everything i could to keep her from running off into the woods looking for him eventually she realized that the possibility of it being with him was absurd so put a movie on at a good volume and fell back asleep my cell phone wouldn't connect a single call end of posting there isaiah what is the what do dream catchers do again is it just literally from spirits being able to get into your dreams

or does it take like does it filter out bad dreams it catches bad dreams it catches bad dreams because i'm wondering if this creature is like somehow able say read minds feels kind of lame but just something to where it's able to like pick memories or something and then mimic it it has to some degree to know to be her grandfather sure so yeah either that or like maybe maybe it can kind of you know roll through the voices of the dead or something like that. I'm guessing that people that were there before there's probably going to be multiple dream catchers

out there in the forest then because I'm guessing that whoever put that out there that was definitely a defense mechanism. Yeah. Like you said, myos guerrilla. Yeah. Miamo S.

Gorilla. The people know, people know that, you know, this thing's out there. Right. Seriously, a scary story about a nine foot tall gorilla that

tickles you. until you speak Spanish is insane. It's a fucking scary monster, all right? I'm going to put that out there. I hope that the monster in this story is scarier than that because I've set up a big, big monster, all right? The, uh, just going back to the Spanish thing is so funny. The idea that there's a point at tickling of which you learn a new language.

It completely diver. I mean, like to the point to where you, you don't speak any other language besides that. It tickles you and tell you're just like, oh, oh, oh, please. Porfavor. What you say? He's just he laughing at with his big fucking chimp donkey teeth. That'd be fucking terrifying.

Yeah, monkeys are scary, bro. Bab, actually, so my wife works with monkeys. So, like, I'm used to, like, seeing the African greens or like the Capuchins or whatever. Dude, baboons. Every now and then,

I will see a picture of a baboon. I'm like, that's the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life. Like, especially like the, I forget what kind they're called, but they're brown with like black tails and stuff. Uh, their eyes sometimes will look like a mannequin's eyes. It messes with me. Oh, it's like pitch black. They look like demons. Honestly.

Yeah. Like, like a little fucking, like even the way that people drew demons and like Renaissance paintings and stuff. They, and then they all look borderline monkeyish, the way they bend over like a little imps and stuff. Yeah. Yeah. I don't yeah I'm not a fan uh but so far in the story because that was the end of that post okay so now he's establishing more is it are those the end of post or is that just like line segments because it feels like this is all one thought I think that to me it's like to me it seems like a guy journaling something

yeah yeah like it seems like okay so that's the end of this night and then he comes back and then he's recounting his day or he might be recounting instances so to me I'm like oh this is him like a journal he's writing during this vacation is what it seems and so far in this journaling they've had a relatively normal day and then almost immediately the snow store came in they've been hearing things outside the house the voice has become so uh frequent that now it's even like you can even even like our protagonist the guy even he was like yeah i heard the voice too but it sounded a little different a little more weird people have been screaming for help and then also he's also established that oh the people aren't coming up like either the roads are too bad or but

either the roads are too bad but i think you're right in the fact that they're they probably know what's going up on the mountain it's probably especially if there's like superstitions and stories around it they probably definitely know 100% what happened last night sunday was the thing that has sent me over the edge essentially the same thing happened around 1 a.m at which point i was still awake almost expecting the noise to happen i heard a voice This time, it was a woman's. Thankfully, it was distant enough that it didn't wake Faye. I walked into the bathroom and cracked the window open just a tiny bit.

Frosty air that came through that crack seemed like a death sentence to me as a Californian. Nobody could survive outside for long in that. Not without, like, serious military-grade winter gear. And yet, someone was wandering around out there, stepping on twigs and crying. I am a reasonable, skeptical, sometimes arrogant, agnist, but I'm telling you, the voice sounded exactly like my mother's. My mom is alive and well and living in Southern California, so my brain instantly cramped at the sound of her voice out here in the Rocky Mountains. I would know my mother's voice anywhere. I think we all would. And I'm telling you, I'm about 90% sure it was hers, which is way.

way too sure to not scare the shit out of me. I grabbed my light and went outside with a blanket wrapped around me and my hiking boots on. I circled the entire cabin and looked around. There was snow pushed out of the way in a big meandering pattern that snaked in and out of the tree line like someone was drunkenly shuffling around. Maybe they were injured. The path went right up to the bathroom window and then back into the woods. oh oh oh oh god oh wow the path went right up to the bathroom window and then back to the woods

that gave me chills looking at them that gave me chills it was right where he cracked open the window to listen it was like if you would have looked up out the window dude that mess with you a little bit i'm not gonna lie the idea of like you were that close to it you know mm-hmm oh man each time the voice called out, I shouted. Mom? Who's there? Who are you?

And each time the voice receded further into the woods. I'm pretty certain it was trying to coax me deeper and deeper into the forest. Way from the cabin. Yeah. I'm still alive because I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to die like some dumb ass in a bad horror movie. I went back inside and made sure we were locked down tight. Since I can't call the Ranger Station, I'm posting this instead.

I'll keep you updated. So, okay. So it does seem, man, it makes me almost wonder if there's multiple of them. Like if it's luring him to some kind of area, because at the end of the day, if they're isolated, right? And if this thing was like that malevolent of a force, why wouldn't it just break in and kill him? So I'm trying to, I'm really trying to figure out piece the, the piece, like, piece everything together to like, why does it need it to go somewhere, right? To kill him, uh,

probably just wants to bring him back in the woods. So there's not evidence or something like that. I guess, but you'd think it could kill him right there. If there's already enough superstitions in the area, you would assume that almost that they found these grisly scenes before. And that's what people, you know what I mean?

Well, maybe, okay, give it some credit. Maybe it's saying that, um, the, uh,

maybe it's a spirit that like, you have to kind of like fall for it a bit before it can kill you or something like that. You know, maybe it's not an outright just kills you instantly kind of thing. Oh, sure. I could see that. I could also see, uh, it would be kind of sweet. I don't know if it's going to go this way, but what if it was sending spirits out or like, basically like hallucinations to people and there's like an immobile creature that like is trying

to be fed, but it can't move or something? Wouldn't that be fucking cool? that would be very cool. I don't think it's implying that though because of the snow tracks. But yeah. That would be cool. Especially it's just like shuffling around too.

I don't know. Just some weird malevolent spirit. That would be a fun horror concept. A thing that can't move almost like a tree because then it would have to like figure out what to say to make you come to it. Yeah. It's bribing you in this way. Also,

I mean, just the idea of willingly going. It's kind of like the feet. the pig thing where it's like you're willingly getting inside something's mouth and it eating you or it could grab you if you get close enough but still i just like the idea of a immobile threat that is uh trying to tempt you to come uh come into its vicinity so it can feed kind of that'd be sick and that's the end of that of that little post yeah and then he adds some edits i i i'm 90 percent sure this is going to be a skin walker um so all my theories are kind of based around that but it

could be changed up it could be also built off of the lore so who knows and is a skin walker is it just somebody that's mimic it's just a creature that can mimic people so skin walker in uh like navajo culture and stuff like that is uh turn to a animal too right yeah well i mean the more traditional version is that's a person uh more specifically like a witch doctor that has given themselves over to evil spirits and it can put on the skin of whatever it kills and then become that creature. That's right. You've told me that.

But there's, but the lore's expanded so much in the modern age that sometimes it's an outright spirit. Sometimes it's, it can seal anyone's voice dead or alive. Sometimes it has to kill them. Sometimes it doesn't. Like there's, there's different variations of the tale.

So. Right. I feel like the only thing I've ever seen of the Skinwalker is wine the shitty show, Skinwalker Ranch, which is terrible. But then there's a show, then there was like this clip I kept seeing on TikTok. of a guy like looking through a sniper lens and it was like I can't tell if it was from a movie or what but

he hears this the scream and he sees a skin walker in the or a guy screaming for help and he's like naked standing in this field and the guy like looks up from his scope he like looks back in and then the thing is like on all fours running at him the guy gets up and runs away I haven't seen that before that sounds awesome I'll have to try to find her if we if I can find the clip I'll be sure and put it here so you guys can see it but it's it's a creepy clip but people say that's the best part of the short or the movie or whatever. But yeah, it's Monday and we got to hold to phase dad. The weather's supposed to clear tomorrow. So he's going to come pick us up in his truck and help get my car down the mountain. I'll keep you all informed. Only one more night in

this place. I'll try to get some photos up. Edit 930 Monday. I've been able to get online twice today. I wish I knew more about electronics, but I'm a history teacher. So I don't think I can fix the Wi-Fi or predict when it'll work. I can send them to receive emails. and some Reddit posts, but I cannot load some websites or view photos. Faye hasn't been feeling well since noon. She developed a stomach ache and has been intermittently throwing up. We both ate the same thing and I feel fine, so I'm not sure what it is. She sometimes gets like this when she gets worked up.

Although I'm an agnostic slash atheist, she is very Catholic and is pretty convinced that something supernatural is going on. No need for alarm at that moment. she does not have a fever and I'm keeping her hydrated and in high spirits she seems to be on the mend went to sleep about an hour and a half ago some noises to report

there's cackling repetitive vocalizations in the forest probably 100 yards out the tree line starts at about 20 yards out so this sound is coming from much deeper some movements spotted just behind the tree line at dusk but could be elk deer etc couldn't see very much

keeping all the current clothes, windows locked, furniture in front of the front and back door, and I'm checking on Faye every half hour. Her dad will be here in the late morning to pick us up and dig my car out. Another reddeter nearest pointed out that I am an idiot for not double checking the weather

and you are correct. So I promise I'll provide an update as soon as new post tomorrow should anything significant happen. That is the end of part one, which you know, man, I like the end of that part one because I love the idea of them and I like the idea of this first part ending with oh yeah my my husbands or my wife's dad's gonna pick us up out of the you know pick us up

out of this whole thing get my car out and it's just it feels like such a beautiful setup of like that's that feels like that's not going to happen that's not going to go as according to the plan you know and I always love little setups like that go wrong oh oh wait I know why the the the thing had to lure him out of the house why is that the dream catcher oh to get out of the vicinity of maybe that protection

it protects the house yeah the evil spirit cannot step through the house yeah that's why I try to lure him out it makes sense too because

I doubt I doubt if it was being able to protect stuff there's no way the thing could just rip it off a tree right like that logic doesn't no of course it would be able to touch it yeah okay

it can't spirits of evil cannot interact with like blessing stuff of good it can't just get rid of it yeah interesting i like this so far it's this is fun yeah cool okay yeah yeah i like it i like part one are ready for part two yeah numero part two part two all right here we go i'm sorry for the delay

everyone uh we're collecting ourselves sorry for any formatting issues i'm writing this on my phone face dad picked us up in his truck you brought us buddy with him who is now following us in my car A lot of things happened last night. Some things I won't share because I'm not sure how to interpret them yet. I'm not even sure I understand what happened, but here are the most important things. I also managed to get some recordings, which I'll try to upload when we get home to California in a few days. I tried to stay awake last night until 1 a.m. Because over the past few nights, this is the approximate time.

The noises change from rustling and branches cracking to voices. I didn't make it. I fell asleep on the couch with my laptop open, waiting. for the Wi-Fi to come back. I think this was about 12.30 a.m. I woke up right around 115 to a muffled voice. In my sleepy days, I struggled to figure out where it was coming from. I thought it was just outside the living room window, so I sat there quietly, trying to make the words out. It was a woman's voice and said things like, a few days

it's not mine I'm not alone okay I got up and peeked out the curtains and didn't see anyone then the voice said it's my parents' house and I knew

the voice was phase oh that gives me chills oh my gosh like she's right next to you but it sounds like her you know that's good

As I mentioned earlier, my fiancé had an undiagnosed sleep disorder and has extensive sleep talks and sometimes sleepwalks. So she has had pronounced night tears since she was a little kid. I'll post a story on that someday. I walked into the bedroom to find Faye sleeping on her tummy as usual. She didn't say anything else as I came in. Wait, hold on. Is he saying now that this is her sleep talking? No, I think that, well,

me see i think he's i think he's saying at this point he's still hoping it's her sleep yeah i think that's what i think it is he's saying like i hope it's just her kind of mumbling to herself two things really disturb me about the situation though the first is that she appeared to be having a conversation with someone which is actually quite common for her but the person that she was conversing with was interrogating her asking her questions about herself me the cabin etc second in her sleep fay was imitating another voice wasn't hers

that she was speaking with she was altering the pitch and tone to sound like a different person my modus operandi is to not wake her up when she has sleep disturbances there's a story about this expect one someday

instead I gently rub her back in hair which calms her and puts her back to restful sleep I did this for a few minutes but then there was another noise off in the distance outside I got up and walked to the window to listen. And I think this was the first

time that I really felt scared enough that I felt like we were in real danger. First of all, Hunter, as the certified hater of fun on the channel, do you find that gross that he rubs his wife's back and calms her? No, I think that's respectful and nice. I just don't like fucking cuddling, man.

Don't know I'm supposed to tell you. I do you what does, does sound like to me, though, a bit. Do you think I'm almost interpreting her sleep talking? Like, yes, she does it. like that that's a thing that she does but i almost feel like she's talking with the thing outside yeah i think that's what it's talking about uh there's also where she was sick earlier she might be something's trying to possess her potentially that's what i thought that's what i was thinking too

i'm like i don't want to jump to that conclusion too yet because also people can be scared and like i don't know your body can just i don't know hold on uh there is a Navajo spirit that does i mean a lot of them do but there's one that's like a skin walker it possesses you. I know the skin walker spirit or what, hold on. The Chindy, I think that's the one I'm thinking of. The Chindi. I think a Chindi is the myasma left behind after a person dies,

leaves the body with diseaseless breath. Maybe this isn't what I'm thinking of. Believe that contact with, okay, here it is. Traditional Navajo believes that contact with the chinty can cause illness and death. Chindy are believed to linger around the deceased bones. So, uh, no, this sounds like a, uh, the, the unclean parts of a spirit.

Maybe not. Maybe that's not what I'm thinking of. But, yeah, the, anyway, there's spirits that can cause possession in the tradition. Navajo aren't super associated with Colorado, but I think they're like, like, this is clearly Skin Walker, like dream catcher stuff, like it's using symbols of it and things like that. So maybe it is some Navajo spirit that can possess. I don't know. But yeah, anyway, just theorizing.

But yeah, I think it's some kind of possession or something. So anyway, if here's something outside, feels like he was really scared. It was a child singing in the dark. I couldn't really make out much of what she or he was saying, but I'm certain that it was a child, like ages 6 to 8, trying to sing a song. The snow had abated for a while now.

and the stars were notably bright so I could see all the way to the rim of the forest about 20 yards out. There was a figure standing there just past the first trees back facing me looking up at either the moon or the tops of the trees.

It stood so still that I convinced myself it was a tree stump or something. And in a few minutes, it was no longer visible. My skeptical nature compels me to be reasonable and say my eyes were playing tricks on me.

When I turned around, Faye was sitting straight up in bed. I don't like that. Oh, God. Eyes closed. She does this a lot in her sleep. She craned her neck and said something like,

don't let them in. Don't let him inside. She was still doing the weird voice. So I woke her up. Yeah, damn right, I'd fucking wake her up. I'm shaking baby syndrome with that shit. are you kidding me. Hey,

Faye, Faye, Faye, Faye, Faye, Faye. That's not me. I just, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, like kicking her. There was, uh, there was something Kela did once. Oh gosh, what was it? Uh, she said something like, why are there chains or why,

why do I have chains or something like down or sleep? I was just like, nope, just like I started shaking her super hard. Like, you're awake, you're awake, you're awake. Oh, God, dude. Yeah. I don't care for that at all I had my

my youngest sister she used to talk in her sleep all the time like she'd have whole conversations and one time we were all I think we had friends over something or we had family over so all of us had to sleep in the living room and for no reason at all

at like two in the morning in her sleep she just starts screaming yeah like that like full from the gut like you know a high pitched woman scream and I'm up and I immediately like hit her and she wakes up and she's crying she's like oh why'd you hit me like you were screaming

she was like no I wasn't I was having a good dream but why are you mean to me and I got in trouble for it Jesus I remember that thoroughly yeah I I can't stand that shit yeah not a fan it just creased me out too much and I'm like okay ha ha we're done with that thanks also everybody who ever wakes up they always get super pissed every time what the fuck walked yes

I dated a girl one time who like she would sleepwalk. They lived in a two-story house. She would walk all up and down the stairs back and forth. Oh, God. No, completely asleep. Oh,

thank you, sir. No. One time she went to her parents' room while her parents were asleep and goes and opens their door and standing in the front says, I have a speech to make. And they wake up there like, what?

And then she goes, never mind. And then turns around and starts to walk away. So the mom goes up to her, is like, are you okay? And she wakes up. Like,

my buddy's brother, uh, used to sleep. walk really bad and he would do something similar where he would go into people's rooms and just stand there and it was fucking horrifying. Yeah. So his little brother would put Legos in front of his door

so he stepped on him. And there'd be times though where he would step through them and like what that wouldn't wake him up like the pain. Dude, if anyone's ever stepped on a Lego, it is painful. Yeah. He'd wake up and be like, what the fuck is going off my feet because he's like crumple

on him? But yeah, I just thought that was funny. Dude, I'm not It's terrifying I don't like it Anyway, we'll get back to the story But yeah Faye and I set in the bedroom With the lights on

Talking about what we should do Try to get online To send an email to her parents But of course It doesn't work when you need it We agreed to stay in the same room And try to fall back asleep At one point I got up to hear some water

She had it vomited in several hours now And was feeling a lot better And out the kitchen window I saw flashes of people pale light. There weren't like the flashes you'd see when someone walks through the woods with the flashlight.

They were more like like if someone had a lantern that they could slowly turn on and off. Hmm. I flicked on the porch lights at the front and side of the house, hoping that it would discourage anyone from trying to approach.

But as I walked back to the bedroom I saw the distinct outline of a person through the window curtain in the living room. They were pressed against the glass with their hands on it, trying to peer inside. Since it was dark in the living room and bright outside, I could clearly see their silhouette. I shouted and approached the window, but the person ran off before I pulled the curtain open. The idea of someone pressing their like hands up against you, like get a better look inside is so creepy.

I don't know. Maybe I just like, maybe it's where I'm alone right now. I don't know what it is. You get a little, you get a little eerie. Something's got me a little creep. right now. I have somebody else in the studio with me right now, but I still, I'm just kind of like, I have that fake window behind me. I keep kind of like in my OBS recording, I keep kind of like peering over at it because there's also like a little ahead on that's like by it. So I keep thinking

someone's looking in that window too. It's just kind of fucking with me. I've, I've always had the nightmare of like you're walking through the house at like two in the morning. And then you're just like, and they're like pressed against the glass like, you know, like, almost like some home insured or stuff. Oh, are they asleep or something? Yeah. Okay. I'm a little waked out right now. I'll be honest.

Faye slept soundly, but I continue to hear voices outside. Different ones. On and off all night until dawn. I wrote several of them down. I couldn't sleep so I camped out in the living room. I kept the bedroom door open so I could hear Faye if she started talking again. Voices would go away for hours and then start right back up again. At one point I fell asleep because I was awoken by the sound of a light switch flicking on and off.

From the couch, I could see the light from outside going on and off in a pattern of five. I can't explain why this disturbed me so much, but it did. And I imagine some kind of horrible creature standing in my house somewhere, flipping the switch up and down and smiling. Wait, hold on. So he's in the room with Faye, right? Right. And he's hearing the light switch from another room in the house. Yeah, but I thought he said that it's from the front porch, right?

Yeah, the couch. I could see the light from outside going on and off in patterns of five. Yeah. The light, okay, the front porch light. Something's on the porch flicking the lights. Okay. But no, then he says,

I imagine some horrible creature standing in my house. Oh, interesting. So he hears the... He must be in the bedroom with her. Yeah. And the light switch that's going off is whoever's at the front door. Yeah, that's turning. Because what I'm imagining is he's saying that like, oh, there's something inside turning the porch light on and off from inside the house is what I think.

Yeah. That's what he's picturing. I think you're right. You're probably right. That's, I don't like that. Okay. First in sync was to check on Faye and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw that she wasn't in bed. Oh, God.

I started calling her name and pacing around the house. Looking out the window to see if she was outside. When I looked out the kitchen window, there she was. Setting on the hood of my car about 30 feet out in the driveway. Her back was to me. She was staring off into the forest. She was absolutely rigid. Just the way she sits up in bed when she's asleep.

Bay has sleep walked all over the house back home in California. I found her in the kitchen and the downstairs hallway. in the living room, but she's never gone outside. I shouted her name from the kitchen, but the second I did, Faye jumped off my car and dashed into, Oh, my God. Faye jumped off my car and dashed into the woods

at full speed, a full sprint. She never looked back at me. I started flipping out and screaming her name over and over. I scrambled to grab my boots to go after her, but the second I pulled the front door open, Faye called out my name from behind. Oh my God. Yeah, yep, yep.

She was standing in the hall, looking confused, asking me what was wrong. Apparently, she had been in the bathroom in my masculine crusade. I'd forgotten to check there. I looked out of my car and into the forest. And honestly, the first thought that came to my mind was, You clever motherfucker. And talk about a way to get him out of the house, right? Well, yeah, exactly.

I, man, so crazy. and that's the time too that it doesn't say anything it just darts because i feel like also if it would have talked there he would have been like why does she sound so strange it would have thrown off the illusion yeah versus him thinking she's sleepwalking into the woods needless to say we stayed up the remaining few hours until dawn intermittently writing down the voices we heard which faded away and became less frequent with the passage of time i'll try to get the recordings up in a few days for now here's the list of the voices we heard we are called some of the voices from the previous nights from memory,

I just figured you'd like to know what was being said throughout the duration of this lovely cabin experience. I return to Colorado, but screw Pike's Peak. The question mark indicates words that were very unclear.

So these, I'll let you do all of these. This first set is in a man's voice, vaguely familiar, but couldn't put a face to it over the past several nights. Hello? Oh, God. Look at it.

Look! Hello? Don't! Don't! They see in the dark! I'm lost. I'm lost. Watch you.

Watch you. Watch you. Wool my. It's very dark. I see those lights! I'll come down there! Don't smile. don't smile don't smile i see you i don't i didn't like those

the goat smile just weird yeah so that reminds me okay so one of the main ideas was like uh like skim walker stuff or mimic stuff in general is that um it can like copy you know people it kills or like their last words and stuff so a lot of that could be the last words of someone who was attacked by it, right? Yeah, weird, like the weird last things that they learned from people and they stole their voice. Yeah, yeah. Mm-hmm. They see in the dark, look at it, you know, stuff like that.

I see those lights. Okay, the next set is from a woman's voice sounding age 20-ish. This was all heard last night. Lay it on the ground and burn it. Turn it. La, la, la, la, la, la. I don't like that I don't like that at all

the monotone not melodic at all so weird just like bro la la la la la la stop I'm actually creepy I'm actually kind of scared right I don't just the idea of like

you can't even process what it's trying to do you know yeah it's just like it's so uncanny who this next one though she talks in her sleep

she's talking to me now I don't like that. I don't like it. Can we read something else? Threatening malicious voice. How creepy is that? Can we do something else? No, this is our job. Sorry. All right. Okay. The next set is for, I don't want to give Hunter this voice direction. A child

sounding about six to eight years old indeterminate sex. And this was all young enough. He probably wouldn't be able to six to eight. Yeah. So crying and whining, just like, which also do, kids, laughing, scary. I don't give a fuck if it's like joyful or not.

I'm always like... Well, imagine you hear... Oh, in the middle of no in the middle of Colorado, fuck that dude. Also, think about this way. You hear the singing and stuff like a hundred yards away and then you hear the laughing

in the house or something. Mm-hmm. No. Absolutely not. No. Oh, so me I do. Why do I do? eat, eat, eat

I am a vacant naked soul me I do When do we go inside When do we go inside? Sounding like a robot

trying to mimic a child What? So I wonder if there's like weird like almost like When do we go inside? When do we go inside? we go inside? If there's like some kind of weird like frequency thing there maybe, I don't know. When do we go inside or like if it's trying to be a kid to be like, when do we go inside?

When do we go inside? The next line too is voice of my mother a few nights ago. I love this. Laughing, joking, she had a recognizable Bostonian accent. Stop! That's my Bostonian accent. Thank you. Look at the windows.

Did you see it? your mom telling you to look out the windows so yeah look at look at look at the windows and the next one is voice of face grandfather we chill for a second i'm actually like in my head i am so there and i imagine him like in a dark cabin you can hear like the wind and snow and like i just imagine if like he hears his mom go look at the windows that he'll look at the window and there will just be this huge like i just let's just take a second to just be quiet and then Just put like a soundscape of wind, snow, just like sounds and stuff. And then everyone just like picture something staring looking at you inside the window.

And this is the kind of vibe we're getting. Hunter. That would be that would be terrifying. Especially with a voice that's coming from like your mom or like children. Like any, oh God, fuck that. And the last one here, this is we're almost done with the second one here. Yeah, yeah. The voice of Faye's grandfather, which was a few nights ago.

Lots of indisternable groaning and calling for help. So I imagine almost like pain. Like he's like, yeah. Help, help, help. These bodies still on the ground there. Never found them. But they're there. Right here.

Right here. Oh, they found it. They found it. I'm standing in the same place. 20 years and finally by the way I forgot to check to see if the dream catcher

was still there out back you're welcome to drive out there and look for yourself you'd have to imagine it is or hopefully it is I feel like if it was still there I'd be I'd feel pretty good I'm wondering though too

do you think that there's any possible way that the people which also by the way everyone that's the end of part two going into part three now is there any possible way that the people that are looking into the house could be people who possibly made the dream catcher

or people like checking on them in a weird way but they don't want to interact with them and a way of getting cursed or something. I had that thought, yeah, that it could be. But I don't think they'd be getting that close. Okay, maybe the lanterns were. The lanterns might have been. Well, that's what I'm wondering is,

oh, that's them walking up to see or maybe even check on the dream catcher or something. And that's them like, oh, wait, there's people here. maybe they didn't even know that because maybe they saw the car out front and they're like oh wait what the fuck there's people here and he's looking in maybe the issue would be why were they that close to the skin walker there's also the thing of well i don't know well maybe they have their own way of protecting themselves from it but then also whenever he was like whenever

he looked at the window and the thing ran off maybe they're like they don't want to uh talk with this person in the hopes that like the skinwalker might take their voice or something like I just think that there might be some kind of curse. That's true. So I don't know. Part three. Yeah, part three. I'm honestly, this is like getting to me.

But this is the reason that like I use windigo imagery for stuff and things like that because like I know the windigo isn't this and the skin walker aren't the same thing. But like the modern windigo adaptations as it's used like as it was used in pet cemetery and stuff like that. Like the kind of the Americanized, you know, modern version, whatever. sure um or i guess i just say westernized you know modern culture or whatever it adapts a lot of those and it's it's always scary to me it always has such a it never loses the weight of it yeah the versatility of it's pretty insane never loses the punch you can always do something with it because it's always not just one kind of imagery too it's so like i mean i goes into the versatility but still it's just has that gets such a cool concept yeah all right so that's

part three so that night sat down with Faye's mom Laura in her bedroom while her dad was watching the news downstairs. Her mom was so upset of the stories we told her I mean she was visibly disturbed to the point of being in tears she kept apologizing to Faye and hugging her

Laura told us that they'd purchase that cabin from their good friend Jennifer I think who moved to Nevada about 20 years ago and that Jennifer and her husband I complained about all sorts of weird experiences while living there her husband tom like myself was fond of hiking and exploring the woods and collected a ton of arrowheads and other neat trinkets he'd found on his travels around pike's peak but jennifer started having dreams about tom being dragged off into the woods from their bedroom she had all kinds of horrific nightmares about him being skinned and pinned up in the trees like some kind of macabre artwork

Jennifer said that while Tom was at work, she would occasionally hear the voice of her daughter, died in childhood of some kind of bone cancer, calling out, mommy, in the edge of the forest. Jennifer's doctors claimed it was the medication she was on and changed her meds. Tom got a new job in Vegas, and they basically noped out of there. On a lighter note, Tom hicked himself. On a lighter note, Tom took his... on life in the garage two years after they moved. No note or anything. That's, that's great. That's so cool and awesome. Um, God, I feel bad for Jennifer. First, a, first, uh, are their child or then

Tom, just inexplicably. Well, you know, I think where this is going is that you take a part of it with you. Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm. Because I mean, the story, they're not going to go back to that cabin. It feels like there's some kind of curse aspect. So, yeah, it's like a curse aspect. Uh, another. And I also understand why the mom wouldn't, you know, it's like, oh, you bought it off your friends and they had like nightmares there. Okay. Yeah. Or just like, oh, yeah, we used to be in the cabin up there, but it was really weird. So we're just, I don't know. We're just going to leave. And then you, I don't think that you could, you would immediately interpret that like, oh, you know, this is crazy. Instead, you're probably like, oh, okay. I mean, yeah, we, we like hiking. I mean, there's already established too that, like, they're all kind of like active people as well. So it's like, mine as well. Why not? Also that you're good buddies. I don't know. Anyway, Laura, phase mom, and Greg, face dad, only used the cabin as a getaway in Summers. Laura never experienced anything beyond weird feelings while she was there, and she chalked that up to all the crazy stories Jennifer had told her. Greg, however, who suffers from PTSD-related nightmares occasionally, experienced exacerbated

sleep disturbances in the cabin. Over the years, he became reluctant to go there and claim that of all the things he'd seen in Vietnam came, that all the things he'd seen in Vietnam came back to him while he let there. You want to one of the craziest stories I've heard from a Vietnam vet? What's that? This is unrelated, but while we're talking about terrors of war, I think this is interesting. There's a guy who used to work at this gun shop I would frequent.

And he was a riverboat gunner in Vietnam. And he did some deployments to like, you know, set up ambushes or whatever. And he had completely forgot about this story. where one time he was waiting on patrol outside of a village and he was using a little nail that he had found like just lying in the rubble outside of the village and he was cleaning the dirt from under his fingernails and he hears a noise and he was laying on the ground

next to the M60, the big belt fed gun. He was cleaning his fingernails and he hears a noise and he looks up and like five feet from his face there is a guy standing there. holding a rifle like a like a vietnamese like a via con standing there just looking down at him oh god just holding the gun and he says that the man said are you going to shoot me in perfect english and like in reaction he like dropped the nail pulled the gun shot the guy and while telling me the story he said to this day i don't know if he spoke english or if i heard it in my head

that is fucking insane he had completely completely forgotten about that story never remembered it got out of the war never bothered him until 40 years later he was helping his son build a barn on his property and then midway through he picked up a nail and started to pick dirt from under his fingernail and it all came back to him at once it's insane what the human brain can just store away yeah just completely blocked off until that moment and he remembered it all like it happened yesterday yeah also to go back to the story as well the the dad having those kinds of sleep nightmare issues do you think that's do you think it's just something uh gene wise that he passed down to his daughter with hers or do you think there's are like do you think it could have affected them from whenever she was maybe younger and they bought the property maybe it's maybe the dad's getting it um just because maybe it just maybe it just targets whatever the weaker link is at the time because the dad has those memories from Vietnam so he can be targeted there and she has religious beliefs and his suffers from like

sleep walking and stuff like that the other owners to it seemed like Jennifer was maybe the most mentally stable and like yeah or not of strongest willed person maybe yeah maybe it just picks a target you know allegedly some of the people he saw get killed would come back to talk to him in his dreams at that cabin. The last time he stayed there, he woke up in a dream to find a few of them sitting in his bedroom with him, maimed, rotted, et cetera. Privately mentioned to Laura that he also heard their voices in the forest, crying, begging, screaming for their mothers, et cetera.

Oh, and guess what time he always heard them. Yeah. Do we think that some of the, do we think that some of these memories or some of these souls or ideas could maybe get trapped in the forest as well. Like we had the old man before who was like, I've been standing here for 20 years. Do you think that any of these things could like be aberrations that can

manifest physically in the space out in the woods? Potentially, we don't know enough about it yet. We don't know if it's just repeating the words that were said. Right. But yes, I think it's very possible that it could be it could be just repeating words of spirits

like, you know, the lost or it could be maybe the ghost or sorry maybe the monster itself is trying to tell them something using the voices right maybe something did happen at this land 20 years ago or whatever and it's using someone's voice to say that who knows laura told us that she honestly did not believe that there's anything really wrong with the cabin they was extremely pissed and let her have it kind of ended our visit on a bad note later that night i was up reading and fey was sleeping next to me she always falls asleep before me. That girl could fall asleep on a pile of rocks. She started mumbling in her sleep. So I listened carefully. Here's a few things I heard her say.

Never, never, never. No, I wouldn't. On the mountain. I can't. Why? His name? We don't know you. No, it's Felix. So she's talking to something again. about two hours later she woke me up by nudging me in her sleep and saying oh shit sorry tell the man of the hall to leave

no this set me over the edge so I go to go to the bathroom and get some water I didn't find anything strange very hard time falling to sleep though bro if my wife was sleep talking and she's like tell the man in the hall to leave I'm like well I'm not leaving until sunrise

I'm gonna piss the bed and I'm gonna set right here. That's what's going to happen. Oh, God. What? What? Oh, I'm just saying, like, tell them, just looking at all this stuff of the back and forth. I'm just like, I'm going to sit here until, you know, you're just saying, don't see here until I leave. I don't just do that to me. Oh, my gosh. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to beat you with a bat. We're talking about this. I'm amped up. I'm scared. And you go, oh, God. And then go quiet on me. Shut up Don't do

I'm so mad Hunter this was supposed to be a creep TV episode We're supposed to have a goofy fun time This story rules so far though I'm stoked Yeah that's the problem It's a good

That's my best Okay This morning we heard back from the guy Went up to the cabin to check it for gas leaks or carbon dioxide at the behest of a few scrupulous redditors. The guy mentioned that radon is a really big problem

in some of these old places in the mountains. He's some kind of super badass handyman with all kinds of equipment. So he wrangled up one of the pink rangers and they went up to the place together. Apparently there were tracks all around the house. A dozen pairs of them. Like a large group of people had been

wandering around looking in the windows. I don't like that. all of the windows and doors were sealed the way we left them when they got inside some stuff was moved around silverware drawer was emptied onto the kitchen floor and turned upside down power was completely dead the weirdest thing was that there was water all over the bed and on the floor but our guy checked for leaks in the ceiling and the bathroom pipes

nothing nothing had been stolen from the house not even food some of the old clothes in the bedroom closet were strewn on the ground but nothing's stolen like maybe someone was trying them on or smelling them oh no definitely seems like

something came in from outside and was standing on the bed maybe and it leaked on like all the water leaking through there seems like maybe it was a melted snow dude I'm actually kind of freaked out right now do you get what it mean I think it means by smelling them that it got their scent

oh yeah yeah you're probably right is now tracking them like a bloodhound i'm wondering yeah yeah i don't i don't want to speculate too much but yeah i'm curious to see especially with these conversations she's having with whatever random entity in her dreams is it the thing that was in her house was she like did she in her dream was she in the house talking to it i don't know hunter the ranger said that there were legends about the mountain something about things that sort of act like people but they come out of the old band of minds

Greg's friend couldn't remember the name the ranger gave them is in a native language what if it's like what's the name of the mine and he's like oh borosca Stephen oh yeah yeah what's the name of the the mine, something Barasca, but the signs messed up. Just says Stephen. Yeah, I just said Stephen. I asked Greg to ask the Ranger about the sounds I heard, specifically the

Wachoo, Wachu, Wachu, Woll my, Wolli, and he said it's a widely recognizable chant, but he doesn't know what it means. Anyone here have any idea? So no radon, no carbon monoxide, and no gas. place is all electric. He checked for mold but said it was unlikely that there would be any all the way up there. He did say

it's possible that there's some kind of electrical problem and that this can sometimes cause people to feel very unsettled, maybe have hallucinations. He has some kind of Geiger counter or a gadget that detects issues like this, but it was broken when he tried to use it. Electrical problem

that causes hallucinations? What kind of electrical problem are you talking about? Yeah, I was like, what? don't think that's right I think they're lying to make you feel better yeah probably I'm gonna keep a close eye on Fay

she's still shaking up about all this if there's anything left to report I'll let you know all right so here we go here we go our first update which guess what we've begun hearing voices

outside our home who could have guessed Fay is really upset and feels that I might have exacerbated these strange circumstances by giving them widespread exposure online. I'm going to go dark for a few days and see if that helps.

Don't worry about us. We have a few close friends looking out for us. They know the entire story. Hi everyone. Another update I imagine. I just want to make a quick update. As promised, because Faye and I are flying back to California shortly. Faye's back to normal. Feeling great.

I watched her eat a huge plate of chicken parmesan yesterday. You want to make any comments about that? Not yet. Okay. normally just in a story when it mentions a woman doing something benign. You're like, oh, yeah. Or whatever, but.

Oh, God, chicken potion. There you go. That's what I like to. Eat it up, baby. Eat it up. There you go. All right. Just making sure you're feeling yourself.

A gabagoo. I'm just checking to make sure you're not a skin walker as well. Yeah. The first thing I should mention is that Faye's father was very reluctant to talk about the cabin or the weird experiences we'd had there. He kept trying to change the subject and was generally in a bad mood, which is pretty normal for him he's a really grumbly

Vietnam bet and has been in the army since he was young his personality is exactly what you'd imagine it Faye asked him bluntly if something is wrong with the cabin why would you let us go up there in the first place and his response was talk to your mother into part three

ooh the thing the mystery keeps unfolding I like it. Oh, no. Do you think that's a mystery step or you think that's just an old man who doesn't want to talk about it being like, oh, go to your mom. I feel like, yeah, he's grumpy, but I feel like these things, it's a Vietnam vet. Obviously, somebody has, you know, reasons to be grumpy or that's just their personality. But I feel like to be that blunt about ask your mother.

Also, too, the mom was like, yeah, I don't think anything's weird up there. It seems like she's trying to cover her tracks a bit is how I, is how I'm reading. it. Do you think he might be or Faye might be possessed. Well, that's what see, that's what I wanted to say when you said, do you want to say anything? When you said, do you want to say

anything? I thought you were referring to like question there. I was just making a joke about a woman eating. To me, it almost felt like that that post felt way too positive for the turn of events that had been happening. So that's why I was like, oh, this is the part where yeah, she something has maybe. Going from hearing voices. outside to suddenly like

oh she's like oh it's fine that felt kind of weird yeah yeah all right well are you ready with that to go to part four part four part four over the weekend my fiance and I stayed in her parents cabin

up in pikes peak Colorado I made a no sleep post about the disturbing events which is what we've read so far the transpired over the course of a few nights many people have messaged me for an update but I stopped responding because things have gotten worse since we returned home to California.

Well, it's time I say what's going on here. I'm sorry that this is long, but I wanted to document everything. Faye and I flew back from Colorado on Wednesday afternoon. She slept the entire flight, despite the noise, which amazed me. I can't sleep on planes because I'm absolutely terrified of flying.

I'd rather stay another night in that cabin. No, you wouldn't. Yeah, no shit. God, did. Don't give me any of that cutesy, like, well, geez, guys, I'm so afraid of flying. Shut up. No, you wouldn't grow up. When we got home, I ordered a pizza and she wolfed down. Her appetite was returned in full force, which is great news. I like to imagine at this point, she's like a werewolf. Yeah, she's completely changed. Well, what's weird too is like I'm

almost, I'm picturing in movies like in the whaling. You know, have you seen the whaling? Yeah. At the end of that movie, the little girl when she's possessed by the demon is like scarfing down all that food in the fridge. almost like an insatiable hunger like a creature hasn't eaten in a long time that's what I'm that's what I'm picturing I mean especially like a whole pizza and to be like oh well I'm glad she's feeling better

but I think it almost not that we've had anything with her appetite but it almost feels out of character like uncharacteristic of her maybe she's possessed by something that's doing it I like the idea of demons having like not just demons you know I mean spirits ghost

whatever having like this insatiable gluttony you know oh sure constantly have to consume all the time you know gluttonous evil creatures like it's never enough it's it goes in with the key it goes in with the like the evil um like there's like you know why do you choose your victims it's just evil there's never enough victims you know it's just a gluttonous kind of act altogether so she wolfed down a pizza uh I mentioned this in my original post, but Faye has an undiagnosed sleep disorder. She has pronounced night tears,

sleep talking, occasional sleepwalking. This disorder lies dormant 90% of the time, but it tends to flare up when she's under a lot of stress. If we're moving, if she's changing jobs or if her relative dies, I can expect a night of horrifying talking and odd behavior. Needless to say, our experiences at the cabin have set Faye on Ed.

although she's in high spirits she's still afraid at night time too that night after pizza she fell asleep on the couch while we watched wedding crashers around 10 p.m. the movie ended and I turned the TV off

so I brought our plate to the kitchen passed by the stairwell I don't like this bro right outside your house too is those staircase that's exactly what I was thinking I'm like you have you have a full five steps looking at you i'm like wigged out now i don't like it here where's my gun at

someone move my gun on me and i always pull out you know that makes me safe my safety gun it's not here whatever just the idea i don't like the idea of someone in the house you know it just yeah it's it was unsettling it's just a a total invasion of privacy as I brought our plates to the kitchen I passed by the stairwell and heard a faint noise from upstairs that sounded like a man sign stop that shut up I shrugged it off and woke fay up we brushed our teeth and went to bed it better have been if if he if he knew he heard a man sign he better not have just like brushed it off it better have been like huh that must be the AC kicking on or you know something like that yeah yeah fay talked in her sleep a lot that

night and it started at about 1 a.m. I woke up to her calling out what did you do and do you need help and laughing this isn't really unusual for her she babbled occasionally said a few funny things etc well I woke up again around four and heard her talking but this time she was doing something she's never done before been together for almost five years and not once she ever whispered in her sleep but now she was whispering with her with her back turned to me for a second i thought someone was lying on the floor at her edge of the bed talking back to her oh bro i'm like i'm just i'm just tweaking a little bit it's okay i swear i keep seeing my door the dogs are locked up it's not the dogs this time. It's like, it's just the way the door

shuts. There's a shadow directly in front of the door. And I don't, shut up. Shut up with your whatever you are. No, yeah. Stop talking. Quit. Let me stop. You are, you're a loser.

You're a little punk. That's what you are. This disturbed the shit out of me. So I set up and leaned over her, trying to listen to the dark. I think I heard her say, discernibly. was I asked her.

Faye, what are you talking about? And she didn't respond, I said, Who are you talking to? And she replied, Don't. And nudged me. Another unusual thing happened. At about 5.45 a.m., I woke up to Faye,

getting back into bed, turned into the bedroom from the hall, and got back into bed quickly. making zero tip not to wake me first of all Bay does not get up ever she sleeps like a dead horse

and even if she went to the bathroom in the middle of the night which she never does bathroom is not down the hall it's in our bedroom when I asked her what she's doing the next morning she claimed to have no memory of it

oh my God her like especially I imagine like somebody like running back in and just immediately laying down so creepy what if what if what if what if you're wife got up to go to bed in the middle night and then something that looked like your wife

came and got in bed. I would say, I'm a married man. That's, that's what makes me feel better. Do more of that. Do some more riffing. I need it right now. I need more. Talk about getting molested by the, oh, actually, this is a good, you raise up a good point though. Are you, are you assuming to, are you trying to the assumption that this is the skin walker that's with him? No, I don't think, I don't think it's made it this far yet. I think it's just the spirit possessing her. I'm just, it just gave me the visual of what if it was the skin walker.

Sure. Yeah. That's an interesting point. I really didn't think about that. I think I'm going to, um, to make me feel better because in my head right now, the skin walker is the scariest thing I've ever seen.

So to make me feel better, I think I am instead going to begin imagining it as, um, a, uh, Um, did you know that SCP that everyone sexualized at once, the werewolf girl? No. Do you know what I'm talking? Okay.

There is, hold on. If I have to know about this, you do too. This is good. I have to, I have to talk about something else. I'm getting, I'm getting like weirded out. Um, there's this SCP that the whole concept is, it's like, uh, it's like a mind virus thing. The, uh, hold on. cp 1471 that's it um go ahead and look it up it's this mind virus thing that uh it'll show up

in images with you and it gets closer every time you take a new picture and it's supposed to look like a scary like werewolf like skinwalker s thing but everyone's like oh it's something that wants to be near me and never let me go so immediately everyone online yeah mommy 34 did that they They gotth-mommied it. Yeah. Sure. And so now to make me feel better, Mallow, that's the name of it, Mallow.

I'm going to imagine that this creature is mallow, and that's going to take the edge off of, because I'm getting too amped up right now. Dude, I'm in the, I'm in the, I'm in the, the nice sweet pocket here. Like, it's creeping me out. I feel like it's keeping it like, it's good, man.

I want to keep pushing. Yeah, we're going to keep pushing. I spent all day Thursday thinking about why Faye was still acting weird. I was the one who found the dream catcher and got close to it. I was the one who interacted with the voices at the cabin. Then I remembered something. On our last night in Colorado at her parents' house, they got back into bed around the same time, 5.45 a.m.

I barely remembered because I was half asleep, but the image returned to my head. She'd been getting up really, really early for a few days. So last night, I set my phone's alarm to vibrate, and I put the time to 4.45 a.m. In the middle of the night, Faye started talking again. This time, she was doing the same thing she did at the cabin, changing her voice to sound like someone else. In five years, she sleep talked a bunch, but has never whispered or changed her voice until recently.

She said a few things, which I try to commit to memory. La Shia Deontoya He's still in the trees Where were you? I look for you. Oh, it's time.

Hold on. If I can pull up for previous sleep talking segments, are any of these a conversation with herself. That's why I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, uh, la la, where were you?

I'm wondering how much of it too is also people. It was some of the stuff. It was some of the stuff of the younger kids. The younger kids did the, like the, the indiscernible male or female child did the la la thing. I think it's a mixture of the child and the old man. Maybe. Maybe.

Is what I, it's, I can't tell of, It's just like hopping between those things. Because it's all her. It's all her doing this. So it would be her. Oh, no, no. I know it's her doing it. But I'm wondering if it's,

it's just correlating with the voices we've heard before. So I don't know if the spirit is like going between those things through her. I don't know. Yeah. Well, maybe we'll get, maybe we'll get another piece to it that kind of clicks it together in a bit. Mm-hmm. About the same time,

I heard a noise outside, which sounded like an old man grumbling to himself about something. we live in NorCal in a really woodsy town so when you look at our bedroom window there are tons of trees across the street it was I keep I keep the reason I keep pausing is I keep looking at my door moves in my mind

it was very dark but I'm fairly certain I saw a man walking behind the first line of trees he was too far away to be the one grumbling but it is very unusual to see anyone over there this time of night in fact I've never seen anyone there at night ever okay i'm moving i'm moving the screen over to the right monitor so i can just keep it to my peripheral how bad all right looking outside required me to open the curtains which

lit up our room with moonlight when i looked back at the bed fay was lying there with her neck crane toward me i don't like this bro her eyes crazy wide and fixed on me and her mouth was open dude she issued this really frightening gurgly drawn out groan and flicked her tongue around look like an epileptic fit in slow motion fay was definitely flay has definitely opened her eyes in her sleep but never like this she looked like a murderer did so is she just like is it like almost like a la la la la la la la like thing like flicking her tongue or is it just like i imagine more like a snake like uh like uh like uh like but at a normal speed you know like it's trying to get to almost because it says uh it's like you're because he looks

outside after you heard the noise right and then he looks back and she's like like staring at him neck crane so like bent looking at him eyes wide her mouth is just open and her tongue is flicking her mouth is wide open her tongue is flicking so it's like ah like that and then she has a gurgly like sound coming from her mouth i got so scared i called her name really loud and woke her up she's confused and asked me why i was at the window i lied and said i was just closing it because it was cold i didn't want her to know i'd heard a voice we talked a bit but i'll skip that because this is getting long. My alarm woke me up at 4.45 a.m. And I lay there awake, waiting for Faye to get up like she has been the past few nights. She breathes very rhythmically when she's asleep, so I can always tell how deep she's under.

Around 5.20, she sat straight up, swung her legs out of the bed, and tiptoed down the hall. I followed behind. When I say that my fiancé tiptoed, I don't mean like a child on Christmas Eve. This was robotic, alien, in huge. She moved like a meth-addicted ballerina zombie A meth-addicted ballerina zombie Stiff, yeah, I'm almost picturing like an animal Walking upright for the first time or something.

Have you ever seen the movie Mama? Yeah. You remember the way that thing ran? Yeah. I picture that, but slower. I just stood there in our bedroom, poking my head out into the dark hall. They looked down the stairs, still standing rigidly on the balls of her feet,

swaying to and fro slightly. She did some weird shit. She touched her face slowly for several minutes, touching the banister, touched the wall, flick the light on and off a few times, all the while maintaining her perfectly regular coma breathing. Then she reached an arm out in the motion of a bicep curl, stretching her fingers and wiggling, then curling them, her hand and her arm back up to her face. I watched her do this motion for about four minutes.

It looked like she was testing the limb, as if she never used it before. Then I realized she was actually communicating with someone on the first floor of the house. she was making a come-hither motion. With full confidence that Faye was sleepwalking, I walked into the hall and leaned over the half-wall that overlooks the living room. It was totally dark down there. I couldn't see anything but the clock on the cable box.

Faye stood there, waving, smiling, making gestures, then touching her face, pulling gently on her hair. Carefully ushered her back. back to bed talk to her softly trying not to actually wake her she didn't resist she never does and went back to sleep that another word dude that is so menacing it is so creepy it kind of reminds me of uh the parts like parental activity in the first one when uh micky gets up and brings the camera downstairs and he's like looking for uh his wife you know I mean.

Yeah. Just that part. It's so, so creepy, especially to definitely, it definitely reads like something has possessed her and, uh, yeah,

she's definitely possessed. I'm still, I mean, I, I'm still not fully convinced that this isn't still just the, this isn't that skin walker thing. Like I, I,

I still don't know. And you mean that like she's gone? Like the physical, like the actual Faye is gone is what I'm wondering. I don't know. Uh, potentially, but then I don't know why it's acting like her the rest of the time, you know? I don't know. I think it's a spirit.

I think it's a spirit myself, but. Dude, uh, there's something about, gosh, that whole scene, the way is that was, that was genuinely unnerving. Like, beckoning towards like a pitch black. like a void right because he describes it's like past the banister you just can't see anything and just standing there like in the darkness doing like a come here smiling and like basically just i mean almost enjoying like this body like she just looks like she's just like overcome with herself pretty creepy and that's the end of part four though okay well no there's one more line it says um i have zero clue what's going on i told her this

morning what she did and now we have a doctor's appointment for her at 3 p.m. today. I don't think the doctor's appointment is going to do much. I'm going to be honest. I don't think that's, you know, I'm going to be honest. I am not hopeful of the, uh, the health care system at this time. No, uh, maybe another one, but not this one. I'm scared dude. I was, I was having a fun time today. Today was like an easy day and I'm like, I'm kind of waked out a little bit. That's okay. I'll be, I can be the better man. Okay. so books at part five looks like we can skip the first paragraph and just go to the second one because it looks like it's just a little recap okay part five i took fay to see her doctor yesterday

and we hesitantly explained what was going on with her left out the paranormal stuff because i didn't want to get put in a ward she seemed really concerned about fay ordered a blood test gave her physical asked her about diet and drugs medications etc fay and i are both non-drinkers non-drug users and neither of us are on medication. She wants Faye to be evaluated by a psychiatrist next week. For now, she gave her a sedative at night and some anti-anxiety medication. She wants us to get some fresh air and get out of the house. So we're going on a hike today.

A redditor named Pixie Dix, brought up the possibility that the child's voice outside the cabin asking, when do we go inside, might not refer to inside the cabin, but rather inside a what a great thing to suggest to this poor man this really worries me because it corroborates some of the strange behavior she's been exhibiting in her sleep I contacted the park ranger who was pretty sympathetic to our situation and he's going to get in touch with some of the members of his tribe of experience with spiritual goddess and medicine he is convinced that fay and I have attracted the attention of the ones who come out of the minds like yes more on that that's so funny it's like you call the park ranger it's like

yeah oh yeah ghost in your blood yeah yeah that's a tough one he's and he to be sure though the park ranger is of native descent correct a million a million percent I just it's just funnier in my head if it's like a Wisconsin man oh yeah oh yeah

we can get you in touch with the spiritual heilers down here go enjoy yeah yeah don't worry call up some buddies of mine they got mine possessions all the time this happened to my buddy Frank wife last week you know we had her fixed up in a jiffy oh yeah just just the casualness of how it's described like we call them and he's sympathetic so you know we're getting in touch with the with the doctor of the tribe to try to get the spirit those who out of the mind out of my wife's

body i'm kind of wondering if the people of the spirit are going to be like you where you cannot come in contact with us yeah they're like oh where did you say you live again okay cool cool and then they just like kill them. Yeah, I'm going to be really surprised if they're just like, yeah, we could have helped you, but now you're just, it's too far gone. Like, that's like the ultimate nightmare. So I'm being like, yeah, you're fucked. Yeah, have fun with your demon wife.

Hey, we all got one, don't we, bud? Ha ha, ha, right enough. You kids be safe. Some redditors have recommended that I test fate, see if it's really her. So yesterday evening against my wallet. advice. I took her to our favorite steakhouse. Only ever ordered one meal there. Medium tri-tip, house macaroni and cheese, and a bottled root beer. I mean, that's a very childish order, but that's also, I think, exactly what I would order

at a steak house. I mean, sounds pretty good, if I'm being honest. This is not sound bad. Faye only ever orders one meal there, too. Barbecue chicken sandwich with mac and cheese and a salad with ranch dressing. She gets a barbecue chicken sandwich every time she goes to a steakhouse. And a Coke. She drinks Coke only. Her blood's mostly Coca-Cola. Faye took a long time deciding what to order and ended up ordering a New York strip.

I jokingly told her to order for me too, and she said, I don't know what you want. Oh, no. She also ordered water instead of Coke. Usually we have arguments of how much coke she drinks and how I'm always trying to get her to hydrate better and just drink water. This was really unsettling to me.

At the end of the night, when we were walking back to my car, I kissed her temple and asked if she still liked it when I called her noodle. She said, of course. I've never called her noodle in my entire life. Her nickname has always been monkey toes. Long story.

Gross. Shut up. Okay. Pet names? You don't like pet names? No, I did. No. Someone had that to the list.

Whoever commented the list I asked for earlier, add that to it. I'm not about I'm not about to call my bitch monkey toes all right toes swear I'm gonna call her angel or pretty face pretty eyes angel tuts I call Kayla stinky all the time yeah I don't agree with that I'm like oh look at how stinky doing or something like that okay well we got we got hope she when we got oh she cracked up Coke and got on Facebook, which is completely normal for her. This threw me off. Okay, so I'm guessing it's intermittent. Like, it's kind of swaying

back and forth. It is. Also, that's not like a full proof test. Like, oh, she didn't get the same thing. Yeah, I mean, that's changed. Maybe she just wants to get something else, right? To be fair, if you do it every time, it is odd to the point. But it seems like if he admits it to her, then the thing is going to be like, oh, yeah, I know. I just

want to try something new. So it's, but it's not, it's not full proof. If you do think she's possessed, how creepy is it to just, like go about life you know go out for a date night go home cuddle on the couch you know like how weird is that very i mean i i mean i would probably not be in that relationship anymore that would that would be i'm no longer dating that person well i mean they're married right or fiancee even better you know why because then guess what divorce you think a demon

and understands the litigious aspect of a divorce. I'd be like, hey, hey, sign this crazy thing. It's a fucking post enough. If you find out right now, your wife's divorce, what are you doing? What's next move? If I found that she's possessed? Yes. I'm gone.

No, that's your wife. I'm gone, dude. You talk, you talk big talk. Till death. Because guess what? Till death do us part. And for all intents and purposes, that bitch is dead. Dead to me, dude.

ain't no way I would still love my wife I think and I would still it's not your wife it's the shell of your wife I would still I would still cuddle her even though you hate that and I would wait for it to go away because I love her

that's fine dude you do that I'm gonna do me I'm gonna say Vegas no I'm kidding one thing that's been on my line lately is the song the little kid was singing outside the cabin

for those of you don't know in the middle of the night of this cabin in Colorado we heard a child's voice come out of the forest singing an eerie song I'm gonna catch you myself humming it almost every day

this guy's uh so me I do I asked Fay if it meant anything to her and I sing it to her while she was sitting on the couch after a few repetitions she sort of went blank

like she like she was hypnotized All right, maybe you have to get rid of her and just wobbled back and forth ever so slightly for about eight seconds and snapped out of it and said I don't remember that So do you think that

Okay, so I'm guessing that's like Like some kind of spell Or something Well, it wouldn't hurt the spirit Because it was the spirit that was singing it No, no, I'm saying that if that's the host Right, so if he's singing it to Faye And that's the same thing

that the spirit used to kind of like infiltrate her. I'm wondering if that disrupts the spit like curse that she's already under. Oh wait. Oh wait. Oh, wait. Counter theory. You know, we talked about maybe there's like people coming to check on them and stuff like that. Like a group of people who knew what was going on.

Maybe there was a child out there who sung that song to ward it off or something. It could be like a local, like maybe the local tribe that was trying to help or whatever. Like a paralytic of sorts. Yeah. Last night is when shit hit the fan. Oh, this is hard. Now it's hitting the fan.

Now it's hit the fan. Yeah, so sorry, everything was like, you know, child's play. A diarrhea tornado this entire time, but okay. Yeah, it's apparently about to get worse. I haven't gotten a full night's rest in over a week now, and it's starting to make me feel over-emotional and crazy. Faye started murmuring in her sleep around one, as usual, but I couldn't understand much of it.

She sat up in bed, took the sheets off her legs like she was going to get up, but I grabbed her arm and asked for what she was doing. She said, Tell them to leave. her eyes were completely shut I asked her who who needs to leave she sat there for about two minutes

not speaking just sitting straight up I asked again and she replied there's a man at the door then 10 seconds later and a woman at the bottom of the stairs all right hunter let's roll play you're in this scenario

what's what's step one first off i just want to say two minutes is forever i mean actually think about sitting there in silence for two minutes 120 seconds absolutely like they know how long that'd be i think i'd probably i would probably be very afraid and i'd probably be a rational i'd be like hey hey hey i'd probably start saying that hey that's your defense mechanism yeah and then when she turns at me and she's like there's someone at the stairs, whatever. I'd say, I'd say, right. I'd kiss her temple. I'd open the window and I'd crawled the window. I would chalk up the house as a loss on my taxes. And then

that's what I would. That would be it. house is a loss. I kissed her to, I kiss her on the forehead and I say, ostlo vista baby. And I would just open the window and scurry my fat ass out there. I mean, the hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, he's really funny. Imagine like something really unsettling. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. No, no. I remember as a kid like getting really scared at something like say there's a like a snake coming at me or spider right. And I just be like, I'm trying

Nervous scream at it Yeah yeah I think that's why I'd start doing I'd be in bed to be like Ah Yeah Yeah Dude what if she was like

The woman's at the bottom of the stairs Now at the top Now the hallway Now the door like They're here I'm gonna reread this line Then let's keep going And a woman at the bottom of the stairs

Of course this made Every single hair of my entire body bristle I got up and went downstairs turning on every single light as I went and carrying my buck knife with me. Nobody was in our house. Looked in every single room downstairs and even in the backyard.

You live bitch! What have you yelled that from downstairs? I'm just kidding you. Liar! He stabs her to death. Yeah, all right, fuck it. You're dead. That was it.

When I got back to the stairwell, I heard someone stomping around upstairs. Oh, God. Someone had turned the light to the up. Stairs hallway off. Oh! I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up, trying to listen, but the noises stopped.

So I walked back up into our bedroom and got back into bed. It was likely that Faye had gotten up to go to the bathroom, sleepwalked a bed in the room, and went back to bed. They'll sleep pretty fast, but woke up again only a few minutes later. Faye was gone. I heard movement down the hall, so I looked out into it. And I saw Faye coming out of the other bedroom. she staggered down the hall towards me

and stopped turned around and walked back in the other direction she did this seven or eight times okay I'm not gonna I'm not gonna lie my I might the hair on my arms actually were started to erase of it right there that that fuck me up a little bit

the walking yeah or just this repetitious thing like I'm just picturing it and like in the darkness imagine watching your wife like staggering stop and then turn it like back and forth like she like she's almost pacing yeah yeah but it's just it's fucking insane like it's so unnatural oh she was walking in almost the same way as the night before standing really high up on her toes like her legs oh I didn't even make that connection

yourself why did you say that I hate you so oh my gosh go die yeah her her legs totally rigid like they were made of cement and her arms completely limp and flopping back and forward oh gosh it was extremely terrifying saying her move like that

she was totally graceless it's like someone was testing out a human body for the first time what does that look like on tip toes so I was actually doing it it looks like the fucking Harlem shake that's what it looks like

her walking around that's exactly what it looks like arms limp yeah just being thrown back and forth, right? You were kind of right what you said about the animal earlier. It's like a goat trying to walk. It definitely is, yeah, 100% rigid, whatever, not using, especially if it's an animal that's

like, I walk on all fours, they probably wouldn't know what to, they would, they'd either be really stiff with their arms or they wouldn't know what to do and they would just like let it flop around. It doesn't understand you need your arms to kind of balance. Yeah, balance. Yeah. At the same moment, I heard a noise through the bedroom window. window, ran over to check.

This guy should he should probably kill himself. I'm just being honest. This guy is a brave son of a bitch, dude. I think he's just stupid at this point. Like, I'll take my knife. I'll go fight it. You know, honestly, if my wife was in this situation,

I would hope I would be this like, you know, by her side and not right the right off the house as a loss. Thinking someone was really at the front door, you can see down to the front inch your way from our bedroom. window off oh no off in the distance about 30 yards out somebody was walking back and forth in the exact same way that fay was wow wow okay so like i'm assuming like puppeting her like right i'm like about a cry oh my gosh that is so awful imagine that looking out the window

to the woods and seeing someone doing the same movements? Don't like that. He was humming loudly and intermittently singing. The song sounded like the one I sang to Faye earlier. The one the child sang outside the cabin. I made this YouTube video explaining what happened. I clicked it, but it's not there anymore.

There's a hyperlink in the story for people who don't know, but the video's gone. Basically, I ran back into the hall, woke Faye up and brought her downstairs, up in the front door to get a better look at the man, but he was gone. Hmm. Today at the behest of a few Redditors, I asked Faye if she'd ever been in that cabin before we visited.

I don't know why I never thought to ask her this before. She said nothing about when we stayed there for several nights. She was hesitant to answer me and eventually admitted that she had been there once she was 14. She and her parents went snowshoeing up the mountain. A few hours later, I emailed her mother and asked the same question. She told me Faye had gone to the cabin multiple times as a child, but stopped going. but she went in high school I can't figure out

which one of them is lying to me because so many people have questions about Faye she has agreed to do a filmed interview if you post questions for her

we'll film her responses and post them here within a few days I haven't told Faye this but I think I'm going to go back to the cabin I'm going back to the cabin and meeting with the ranger

okay he wants to do some ritual with the dream catcher we found if it's still there and he says he will bring his friends and try to cleanse the house in the surrounding area this will cost me like $500 just to fly out there

but if this shit gets any worse it might be worth it it might be worth $500 it might it might it might be worth $500 so I don't die of whatever this demonic possession is yeah exactly edit a redditor sent me a private message telling me to investigate

the guest room to see if Faye was doing anything in there turns out she was she had written the number five on the window with her finger. I only saw it from the condensation from the cold this afternoon. Turn it backwards so that someone's standing in our backyard

can read it. Well, I absolutely don't like that. I don't like any of this. I don't, I'm actually... I love that. I love that ending part, especially because it's in chapter five of the story.

That's just so fun. That, well, that too. And remember the thing in the hallway back in part three or whatever that was flicking the lights on and off was doing it in an interview. of five part six baby i'm so i'm so hooked in dude i can't i honestly cannot think of a time i was this freaked out about one of our stories the only time i can think is i remember

in pen pal the river like the boat section was pretty crazy but this is this is very unnerving very good the ending of pen pal i think got me that when the coffin part i think emotionally i think emotionally yes but i just that that part where it was dark and there was somebody walking on the outskirts of the river like watching them float down the river whatever that was crazy and there's like the old woman but this one i i got to say so far this is by far the scariest story we've read it's got it's got to be i saw people i saw like the author and stuff like that saying he didn't like this way the story turned out and i'm well here's the thing i'm curious we're on part six right i'm curious to see how does the ending turn i mean it's all comes all this shit always boils down to

how's the ending yeah well i mean even if the ending sucks or whatever like What we've gotten so far is so viscerally terrifying. I don't think an ending could take away from it, you know? Like even if it turned out, even if something turned out to be done, the idea of like, like you said, the movements and the beckoning.

Oh, yeah. No, I mean, just the perfectly so far. I mean, we'll get more into it at the ending. I don't want to pogged down. I'm so fucking stoked on part,

part six, part six of 10. We're already over halfway. Okay. My wife's going to be home in exactly one hour. I'm telling myself. that now so that I don't have a heart attack. I cannot tell you how much all of your support has met to us over the past few days. Faye feels so good knowing that people are constantly asking

about her health and I feel like a few of your suggestions have literally saved her life. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don't even know where to begin. So much has happened in the last two and a half days. The sedatives and anti-exiety meds the doctor gave to Faye work during the day, and she's been less stressed. However, at night, her behavior is still highly unusual. I've taken the overwhelming consensus of Redditors seriously. I went out and purchased a bunch of childproofing materials for the house to prevent Faye from harboring herself for going outside while sleepwalking.

I could not afford a bunch of cameras. Sorry, I'm a teacher. I bought these knob covers that little kids, and hopefully sleepwalkers, too stupid to figure out. Outlet covers in case she tries to jam anything into them. and I hit the kitchen knives. I also brought in spiritual healer after very carefully searching for one. It's in my opinion that 99% of them are frauds and hucksters.

This woman did not charge us anything and she was recommended by close family. She's the daughter of a Shushon tribal leader. The long, I think my dog just barked. The long and short of it is, she believes our house is not haunted. However, she says that Faye feels very, very off.

She said she couldn't get a good read on her at all and that there is, quote, a dark cloud over her. Still suspicious of this woman, I took her to a random upstairs window and told her that I had seen something outside near the edge of the woods, mimicking face sleepwalking.

Which is true, but I pointed out the wrong window to the wrong part of the forest. She quietly examined the other windows upstairs and said that our bedroom window, the correct one, gave her a terrible feeling. She said, he watches from here. She can hear him whispering at night. We told her everything.

She was horrified by our story. The look on her face unsettled me so much. It was like she'd never heard of anything this bad. She went out of the room and had to collect herself downstairs. The woman prayed for several minutes, sang a beautiful song in a language I can't even begin to describe, and staged our entire house. She put some kind of crushed herbs on the ground in front of the two doors that led into our home,

and she told me in private. you are dealing with the hollow ones. She said its name, she said it's name her ancestral language, but I can't even come close for remembering or spelling it. She said that one is infatuated with Faye. We'll do absolutely anything to get inside our house.

The process takes time. I don't know if actually buy any of this, but at least she didn't sell it to me. I would immediately believe it. I would immediately be like, yep, hollowed one. Sure, sounds great. I've heard that word before.

That sounds like, Yep. I agree, lady. Whatever you said, I'm buying. You know, this kind of reminds me of, it's funny, you mentioned, uh, the whaling earlier, but remember how in the whaling the whole thing was, it was that, um, it was the guy for the longest time of the story they thought was just like a Japanese guy that was away from everyone or the, the Chinese dude. Isn't he, was he Chinese?

I thought are they, isn't the movie said in Korea? Yeah. I thought it was a, I thought it was. thought they thought he was just a Japanese guy. Oh, you're probably right. You're probably right. And then because they're like, oh, he has a bunch of like cultural religious beliefs and stuff.

And that's what they blame it on. And then at the end, it turns out he's a demon. Yeah, he's the devil pretty much. Or he says the devil, but a lot of demons say that. Yeah, he's also giving me a lot of hints of the first parental activity movie of like, woman has weird thing happened to her when she's a child. Even the demon all just comes over and they're like, hey, seriously, don't fuck with it. Comes back.

He's like, hey, I can't even be. in here this thing is pissed it really wants to you know what i mean yeah it is giving some of the stages of that too it's really fun the the introduction of people outside of the house is just really really fun it reminds me of hereditary yeah almost like cult member kind of thing yeah yeah only i think it's one person and their amount of power is up man this is good gosh one in one undescribed person like they're always too far away to really know what they look like Yeah. We also had Faye take a pregnancy test as recommended by many Reddors.

The woman said it was a good idea. Good news, not pregnant. And the woman stood in the bathroom with her like a prison guard so she couldn't mess with the test. We then thanked the woman and she left. That night, we attached a little jingle bell from Pays' Christmas theme lingerie. I'm sorry. I'd pass, I think. The what?

The little jingle bell lingerie. yeah I'm good that sounds horrible I'm not interested we attach the jingle bell to a hair scrunchy and put it around her ankle of such a light sleeper there's no way she will to get out of bed without waking me

don't like that definitely gonna get a lot of fucking weird jingles here it's like it's like it's uh you don't hear anything and they get really quick or something well yeah or just exactly you're sitting there and it's just you know and you like are following it around like i'm i'm always terrified of the idea of something running at you especially from another room

oh dude well yeah yeah especially in the dark yeah it's a sound of like laying in the bed and you just hear like the tiptoeing getting really quick yeah tiptoeing quickly freaks me out even the just like everything the story is going on is like instrumented to make me afraid i hate it fay fell asleep really fast due to the meds out like a light in a few minutes minutes. I lay in bed thinking about the five she wrote on the window in her sleep a few nights earlier and reasoned that it meant 5 a.m. And not five days.

As some redditors had speculated, this makes sense because she's been getting up at that time to sleepwalk every night for four nights now. I just got scared to death by my reflection in the OBS studio. Five nights now. Since the five nights. was written backwards facing the backyard, I reasoned that it was a signal to whoever or whatever was out there.

She's going to try to let it inside. I eventually fell asleep and I had a horrifying dream. Something came into the house through the sliding glass door to the yard, walked up the stairs into our bedroom. It said at the edge of our bed, rubbing face foot and staring at us.

It was completely wreathed in shadow. I couldn't see it at all except for a silhouette, just like the video I posted, about what I saw a few nights earlier, woke up soaked and sweat, couldn't fall back asleep for a while. I want to see that video. Yeah, I know. I clicked again, hoping it led to something else, but now, let me see if there's a, what's the name? Stolen tongues, right? Stolen tongues are my romantic getaway. Yeah, whatever. Man, I hate that that's gone. Maybe there was never something there, but I imagine there was.

Yeah, I was thinking about that too. I'm like, oh, I wonder if you posted that to where people were like, oh, it's gone. Yeah. I'm going to hope. I hope so that I'm not missing out. am rolled around and the reliable little jingle bell woke me right up and her slate faded something she's never done before she i don't hunter she stood up on the bed rigid as a board and stared out the window i shouldn't really say stared because her eyes were closed but she was alert watching listening she remained there like a statue for at least five minutes also didn't move i just watched then she slowly raised her hand and started waving at somebody outside

oh god whoa my skin crawled when she did that she definitely knew someone was there even with her eyes shut Faye then Hunter Fay then stepped off the bed

and darted to the bedroom door trying to get out into the hallway but the childproof knob cover stopped her she couldn't figure it out in her sleep she did another thing she's never done while sleepwalking she got dude i'm i'm about i'm gonna freak out i don't like this she did another thing she's never done while sleepwalking she got extremely angry started pulling on the cover she shrieked and growled like a trapped animal after about 30 seconds of this, she woke herself up. She started crying really hard and told me that in her nightmares, she had seen a man

without a face walking through the halls of our home, whispering her name and looking for her. I set up and talked with her for an hour and then we went back to sleep. Dude. Hunter. Dude. This is, this is, this is, this is, I think this is. I think this is. is the scariest thing we've read on the show. I'm pretty sure. Yeah, I think so. Dude, I've, I've, I've, I've, I've, I've, I've been in chills this whole time and just like, I think I've talked about on the podcast before, something about anger, you know, like we always use something trying to scare you or something, you know, that's someone being afraid or whatever, but anger is such a scary emotion to face from like, uh, an indiscernible monster like this, right? Yeah, like something you don't understand. A rational hate, basically. Yeah. Yeah. And some, and some, something, not only that, but something that's so strong that it could theoretically do whatever it wants or it's so powerful, right? Like anger from that would be terrifying. The idea it like can't

get out so it's ripping stuff up. And she saw a man without a face looking for her. Like she couldn't come out to the hallway to be possessed by him. So it's like, yeah, it's like it was right on the hall. The child proof doorknobs saved it. Crazy. Oh my gosh, dude. Okay. When I woke up again, it was around 10 a.m. And Faye was gone. The bedroom window was open. As I walked downstairs, I saw her in the backyard reading. Every single window in the entire house was open.

Dude. And it was like 55 degrees outside. She told me the smell of the sage made her nauseous. Oh, that's the demon. That's the demon. That's the demon. Made her nauseous and she wanted to get it out of the house. I couldn't smell anything.

I suggest that we go to the church down downtown today to speak with a priest. She's Catholic, but she refused. So I have my buddy Kay, who is a very, very devout Catholic, come over with some holy water and his crucifix. Apparently, Kay told his priest what was going on, and the guy very reluctantly blessed the water and told us to call him. Faye was irritated that I'd done this without her permission and waited outside while Kay said up, dude, if my wife was doing this, and then she was like, I'm just mad that

you got holy water. bro I'm I am I am tying her in duct tape and dropping her off at a nunnery okay what's you know what's fun about all this dude I'm I'm already I'm already across the country the town I've already talked to the accountant the house it's like I said well I've gotten that written off I'm already what wife yeah exactly I'm like I'm gone all right been gone see people people are going to judge me earlier on the story for being a bad person then they're going to read this shit and be like oh boy I there's no way in hell.

I'm like, I'm not going to get to that spot. What do you mean? Oh, she did it like the priest? That's weird. I was gone three weeks ago. Yeah.

I left her back in Colorado right now. My fat ass. I'm drinking a pinia collada. Couldn't be more strata. I have the best sleep of my life. I'm leaving her. She's still on the mountain up there. You know,

she's dead. But whatever, you know, we live and let live. I mean, like, yeah. Especially because he established pretty on that.

She was a pretty stern Catholic. So being upset by crucifix as being the house, it's just such a red flag, dude. Yeah, she's full of the devil. She weighed outside, well, case up a few little crosses and his big crucifix around the house. Faye refused to have any holy water put on her.

She kept saying, I'm freezing, don't you dare. She's going to be super pissed, which he finds out, I put that shit in her shampoo and conditioner bottles. That's the first smart thing he's done. I mean, he's doing, he's doing some smart things. He's done horror movie logic good this entire time.

To be fair. Yeah. Yeah. Aside from removing himself from the situation. Yeah. Yeah. He's dumb because he has, he's not in Maui with a pinocalada,

but still. Right, right, right. For horror movies, he's playing it well of like getting the priest involved and stuff. He hasn't, and also he hasn't done a lot of stupid things.

Like he said earlier, it's like, I'm not going to follow that thing out in the woods. Or like, like, he's very, very level. headed. Uh, she was in a really nasty mood all morning, but after we went out for lunch,

she was feeling better and agreed to film the interview video and answer questions from Redditors. While filming, I noticed that she wasn't wearing her engagement ring and realized she hadn't been wearing it in several days. Asked her where it was, and she said it was in our luggage, which we've now only partially unpacked. Later, when I checked, it wasn't there. I'm worried about this for a few reasons. I'll post a video as soon as she watches and approves it. She's self-conscious. Shut up. Post it.

Expect it within a few days. I finally began moving some more of the photos from the cabin onto my laptop, too. I cannot bring myself to listen to these voice recordings yet. Since this is getting over long, flash forward to last night. I got up about 1 a.m. to pee, and I knocked the bell scrunchy off the bed. Bay had taken it off and was gone. I got angry and scared at the same time. I thought, bro, yeah, your wife's just in the hallway doing.

the tiptoe, like rigormorice dance. Yeah, so normal. I found her sitting on the stairs, looking down into the dark, spreading her arms open like she was... Spreading her arms open like she was trying to get a child to climb the staircase for the first time.

She was smiling with her eyes closed. As I usually do, I gently got her up and walked her back to bed. When I laid down next to her, she leaned over and with her eyes still closed, said, they're going to kill you and then

licked my face oh my mow wiena was wasting away you know what my ass are doing people are sitting there

they're like what are we going to do about my but are you know my wife I love her right my ass is on a plane

I'm like take me down to Cocoa but not too flash and we'll take it slow Aruba, Jamaica ooh I want Come on pretty mama

Like the priest is in your The priest is in your house There's blood everywhere The police are holding them off They're like, what happened in the husband And you're just on a plane like Aruba, Jamaica

people playing. Some people claim that there's a way of Margarita Bill. Pour me something tall and strong make it a hurricane

for I go insane it's only half past 12 just the idea of ditching like biblical levels of running away, like

Jonah levels of like trying to. I'm seriously going to, any time I watch any of these like movies now or movies, I'm just going to think about a person listening to fucking the beach boys, whatever. What did it be nice if we were older?

Wouldn't it be nice if we were on it? Oh gosh. they're going to kill you because it's not your wife anymore it's something possessing her right yeah the thing inside of her says they're going to kill you

and then licks your face bro telling you dude cocomo that's the only thing I can say cocoa mo I called her parents today to arrange a flight back to Colorado they're paying for it

her mom Laura admitted to me that something had happened to Faye as a child at the cabin. What up. What a fucking bitch. I would be like, you know what? You're going in the same house with her. I called you over this. In confidence and you lied to me.

You knew something was happening and you lied to me. You kept this for me. This is my life and your daughter's life. Sorry, I have to admit something, but something did happen to Faye as a child. Why did you tell us? Yeah. What the fuck?

Aruba, Jamaica. Ooh, I want to do for you. Bahama, come on pretty mama. Yeah, she's like, well, I've left him several voicemails, but he won't call me back. Take me down to Cocoa, but not too fast because my wife's possessed. It's like, it's like an edit of a horror movie where it's like all the scenes with the mom like, I've never told you. And then just like TV static shakes to like, wasted away.

Oh, but yeah, what a loser. Oh, wait. Read the next line. That is where her sleep disturbances started when she was five. Interesting again. Well, I figured that when he was like, once we figured out that she had been at the cabin prior in my head, I'm like, okay, that's probably why she has sleep problems. Oh, sure, but I'm saying even the thing of like when she was five is pretty interesting.

Oh, oh, I didn't even put that together. Five, yeah, yeah, yeah. The magical number for all this. I've had enough and they can tell this, I mean, yeah, duh. Man, imagine calling being like something's happy.

I don't know what up, but she's like, um, she was there in high school. Like, shut up. What, are you with the demon?

Is that why you're hiding it? It would be a fucking rock'em sock and boppers when I saw that mom again, dude. I'm beating her mom. Absolutely. I'd fucking beat the shit out of that crazy old bird. Are you kidding me?

Holy hell. They spoke with the ranger at Pike's Peak again. And he's arranging for me. me to meet with him and his buddies from their tribe who knows the entire history of the area and all the hauntings that other visitors have reported. Faye will be staying with my two best friends, R&J and Jay's fiance. Oh, I don't know if I feel about that. About putting them on three people, that seems like a bad idea.

Well, I just, I have an immediate feeling like it's going to be, I'm there. I get a call, hey, she's gone. Because like, because that's the thing too with these things, like not to derail those story too much, but people, I don't think, are full. appreciate the severity of things you know what I mean so they're going to be like oh yeah we'll watch her but they're not really going to watch her watch her like especially our protagonist has this whole time you know I just I don't know and especially we've seen her get angry and now she's saying like oh they're going to kill you I just I if somebody threatened me like that

I would not put that person on other strangers where they could potentially be hurt too yeah it would not be the same thing especially when people don't know what's going on I'm going to open my office door because it's where the clouds are moving by the sun but there was a shadow cast back and forth under the door and I'm about to fly out of my chair

so I'm going to open the door. I would not open that door Isaiah. Hunter that it's a door it's not going to help me. Isaiah. Yeah it is a door but it's at least a moment of of it's one last layer of defense I mean, imagine the footsteps in the hallway

that are going to be coming towards you and now you don't even have a door that has to open so you can be alerted. Can we not talk about footsteps in the hallway and instead, look, I know it's, I know it's the shadow from the sun, if I can just open the door, I'll be fine. I'll feel better about it, okay.

I'm just saying like fast footstuffs just like running down a hallway or something. Okay, fine, fine. I'm leaving it, whatever. Okay. Okay. My wife is going to be here in 40 minutes and she's going to open the door and I'm going to die. Okay. That is true. It's going to, it's going to send me to heaven. Okay. Okay. RJ, I've known all three of them since high school and they're completely informed about the events. They will guard her with their lives. Don't believe that. In short, I'm going back to the cabin alone. Well, with the Rangers, right? Yeah. I think. You just use it not with Faye. Without her, yeah. Yeah. I'll update soon, but no matter what happens, I am not going to drag this out any further on no sleep.

I've polluted this place enough with my problems. Well, we know that's a lie because there's four more parts of the story. Edit. Folks, I won't be at the cabin alone. I'm meeting the Ranger and his friends there. His two friends are from his tribe or nation. Sorry, I don't know the correct terminology. And they are healers.

They know all about Pike's Peak and the ongoing situation. I'm not going out easy. update drop fay off at my friend's place they'll take care of her head into the airport now no idea when i'll get back uh we'll try tonight if i'm not too tired after landing update oh no update from um may the 26th or april 26 at midnight colorado i'm at fay's parents exhausted talk to her parents extensively got word for my friends Faye started feeling really ill wanted to go home

they've moved the whole posse over to our house which has been sage, blessed, protected, covered in holy water and crucifixes. And she is allegedly doing much better now. Richard and Jason's fiance Allison are all sleeping over for a few nights to ensure Faye is all right.

Heading to the cabin tomorrow morning to meet the ranger. No, no absolutely not. She's like, I want to be back at my house and then she's like, I'm actually much better. now that I'm where the evil demon thing knows I live

whatever. I wonder if we went back and looked at some of those conversations if they make sense now but we don't need to worry about it right now.

Another update from 9.45 a.m. leaving one hour to go to the cabin. Sorry for the typo. I said it was the 27th by accident. Another update from 5.15 p.m. Spotty bullshit Wi-Fi. Snowing like crazy up here. That with the ranger

investigated the cabin. Nothing unusual inside except a lampshade removed from a lamp, which he claims was not like that when we came in here a few days ago. His friends will be here tomorrow morning. I'm alone for tonight. Why would you be alone for tonight?

Why would you be alone for tonight? Are you stupid? Are you a stupid idiot? Are you stupid dumb idiot man? Why on gods are, you were with someone and you're like, I'll stay alone in the cabin that started all of this. I hope you die.

hope you get killed by someone why on god's earth would you be alone okay i went outside for just a minute when it was still light to grab some things from the truck and heard two voices making short videos with my phone we'll try to upload and then an update from the next day at nine 12 p.m so much has gone down i am so terrified and sleep deprived i'm writing a huge post right now with everything that's happened i will post it tomorrow morning because i know i can't finish it tonight i'm going to fall asleep in my chair sorry to keep you waiting oh man end of part six going into part seven now seven out of 10 we're getting we are getting here i hate him i die i still i still don't think it's totally unreasonable i mean i think that especially he did clarify as well that nothing was different

besides the lampshay being off that being said i'm not saying that i advocate for it but i think that it's just i don't know i mean he could have been like hey can i stay at the like the ranger's house but who can i stay in in the floor of a 24 hour walmart literally anywhere else other than the cabin that caused all of this that's true you know can i sleep in my car in your driveway yeah yeah can i just is there a 24 hour taco belt i'll go to sleep in a booth sure i would great i would gladly go to sleep in it's where i're talking about anything other than that oh my gosh all right your wife has the devil in her act like it all right we're part seven now right yeah all right it has been an interesting few days i have so much to say

so i'm going to try to be terse sorry that's taken so long to report i really am trying all of your questions and analysis of these events have really helped us through this struggle and some of your observations are what brought me back here to colorado i landed in denver international airport two nights ago and stayed with face parents in arvada while there we all set down and I basically forced them to tell me what was going on. Redditor pointed out that Laura, Faye's mom, appeared to be lying or hiding something. Another Redditor asked me if Faye had ever been to the cabin before

since her family owned it for almost three decades. I never even thought of this. When I asked Faye, she said no and that her parents just used as a get away a few times a year. Faye's mom told me she'd been there multiple times when she was little. This time, Faye's parents told me a different story. They claimed this was the truth. Faye had been to a cabin as a toddler a few times,

and when she was five, something happened to her. While Greg, Faye's dad, and Faye were outside, playing in the snow. Faye wandered off towards the edge of the forest to look in. She was following a voice. Greg was building a snowman and keeping his eye on her. There are only a few dozen yards apart. Allegedly, Greg heard Faye talking, answering questions, but he couldn't hear anyone else talking.

He started walking towards her to break. bring her back and he heard her say. Faye, no, it's Faye, I can't see you. A moment later, little Faye began shrieking and crying. She went stiff as bored. Gret had to pick her up and haul her back inside. She's almost catatonic. We go through bouts of total silence or inconsolable hysterics for several hours

until Greg and Laura decided to go back down the mountain and take her to a hospital. Greg claims he never saw anyone in the woods and never heard any voices speaking to Faye. The doctor thought she had an epileptic seizure and to this day, Faye does not remember ever going to the cabin. When I took her, she acted like she'd never seen it before. Okay.

Laura is part Skim Walker. So you think that she is still, she's just been possessed this whole time? Well, no, I'm being a little obtuse because Laura's, you know, Faye's mom. I'm saying that Laura is the dumbest person ever like you're you saw such a strange experience like that that led to your daughter's sleep condition she's had her entire life you somehow think it's fine for her to go back years later when

they ask if anything's wrong with the house you say no when they get back they say yeah we had extreme sleep walking there were things in the woods the same thing that happened to your daughter years prior and you're like yeah yeah the previous owner said something about that oh i don't know that's weird then you're they go home your son-in-law calls you hysterical because is uh your daughter his wife is going through something and you're like, yeah, she visited a few times as a kid or in high school. She's a horrible person.

Absolutely. Unless she's still holding onto shit that maybe hasn't been unveiled yet. But as of now, she's just terrible. Even then she's risking the same thing. I mean, don't be wrong. She's going to be terrible no matter what. But I'm just wondering if she has ulterior motives or something. Do you think that what was happening there

when she started crying as a kid is, she says oh I can't see you and then maybe it steps behind a tree or something you know it reveals itself to her and that's why she starts screaming I think so I'm sorry I'm thinking I'm like I mean possibly

I don't I don't see why I'll say she would scream you know what I mean unless she just saw something horrible it's like I can't see you it's like child like wonder and then when the child actually sees it then it's like fucked up yeah that's why I think she starts yeah I mean you're probably right do you think the child at all could have been echoes or reverb like the child she heard before was fay as a kid

oh you know what i'm saying that that's an interesting idea yeah it stole fay's voice all the way back then i'd believe it yeah i believe that if fay did remember being traumatized as a child she never want to go back so i really think she's blocked out the whole experience and when we visited it a week ago she thought it was her first time going and laura and gregg subsequent visits to the cabin without fay greg experienced terrible nightmares in which dead people entered the bedroom and sat on the ground in bed watching him sleep yo we'll let our kids go there i hate them in the morning gregg let me borrow his truck but refused to go the cabin with me i hate i hate both of them uh he told me when i left we let you kids go up there because we honestly wanted to believe there's

nothing actually wrong with the place and you we decided to test you all out what a fucking like we're getting a pig kind of experiment is that Greg you fucking we wanted we wanted to believe so we sent you all there now our daughters possessed you can take my truck but I'm not going fortunately we uh we're proven wrong I guess but you you kids have fun fucking idiot yeah what a loser and then and then it's like oh my daughter's being possessed well I'm not gonna you know go try to fix it you you have fun with that uh they used us to validate their denial but I don't hold them responsible you shut up shut up oh my gosh you absolutely should I

never, I never have believed any of it if I were them. Why? Dreams and a frightened child do not a haunting make. What? This one location that was, that you knew from the previous buyers was like nightmares all the time. Your daughter talked to someone in the woods and freaked out. You can't go back because of it. But just sure, we'll send it back out there and then lie to them repeatedly.

I hate these parents. Oh my gosh. I arrived. You know what? They're not, they're not as evil. not as evil, but they are as frustrating to me as some of our Hall of Famers. Yeah.

Some of our all-time, like Blue Jay. That's why I feel towards them right now. They feel like Blue Jay. I arrived in Pike's Peak around 1 p.m. yesterday and the Ranger met me at the cabin. We investigated the place and didn't find anything unusual, except that a single lampshade had been removed from one of the lamps and placed on the couch.

We checked out the nearby woods. I was kind of surprised to discover that the creepy, enormous dream catcher was still there. Ranger told me to not recognize it and it was not something that his people made oh no he told me not to mess with it until his friend showed up he told me he returned with him in the morning and left

why leave there why be left there I don't know that night some shit happened Greg told me that he'd hidden a 357 magnum in the closet so I retrieved it and a really dope-ass purple bathrobe. This has been me many a time,

like bathrobe and a gun walking through a house at night, very scared. Yeah. And felt a little better. Don't worry, I know how to shoot and how to keep it safe. Right around sunset, I walked out to Greg's truck to grab a few things I neglected to bring in earlier, and I heard two distinct voices chattering in the woods.

It was snowing like crazy, and why would you risk being snowed in? No, okay, I take that he, he was horror movie smart up until this move, up until staying at the house by himself. It was snowy like crazy and the wind was howling, but above the storm I heard a gruff, masculine voice and a younger adolescent male voice. They were both yammering incomprehensible jimbers from two different places. I hurried back inside and locked the door. Drive away. The stuff they were saying was pure madness. It made no sense.

Put them up. Up there, the trees. take and take walk on down there go ahead I just sit there imagining psychotic cannibals jabbering with their tongues

hanging out and eyes rolled back in their skulls I figured they come out the woods as soon as it was dark um sorry to interrupt does some of the stuff that they're saying too

I'm also trying to keep remembering that it's people from the mines so maybe it's also some of the voices from some of the mine workers from maybe back in the day yeah I think again this is the last words of people that were killed by him

Yeah. No, I think you're right. Sorry for an interrupting. No, you're good. That just scared me to death because I'm reading and you're like, wait. Yeah. Hold on. Hold on. Sorry. What's that? Yeah. Behind you.

I try to reach out to Faye back home, but my phone wouldn't get any reception in the cabin. The storm was too strong. Why would you go back up in a storm? I tried to play video games on the S&ES, but I was so distracted by all the sounds outside. every single noise the blizzard produced caught my ear and so my imagination manifested all kinds of horrifying creatures slinking around out there in the dark when I finally went to bed the wind died down a bit why would you go just when I finally went to bed the wind died down a bit and I heard a few more voices

there was a distant high-pitched whale that echoed across the entire mountain there was a child crying saying something like put me down in the hole it's so deep you can crawl forever I bet that's talking about the minds but his voice sort of glitched it would suddenly become deeper so a grown man were doing an impression of a little kid who I like that also heard someone hacking and vomiting and crying begging for help and fall for any of it that's a that's an interesting what what is a good man he just said I didn't fall for any of it yeah well I mean he's also at the cabin so he fell for something all right um I think he's got to have he's got I mean

he has to find some kind of source for something. So I don't entirely blame him for being there. I mean, I a million percent blame him for sleeping by himself alone in the cabin. I guess that's true. I guess it's true. Yeah. I don't know.

I like the idea if it's like, it's like a guy trying to sound like a child. It reminds me of, do you remember in when we read, I'm a search and rescue officer? There was, yeah, that one that's like at first she thought it was a cat,

but then it sounded like a man sounding like a cat. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, man, impersonating a cat. Yeah, which is just so much creepier. Yeah. Yeah, it's so fucking weird, man.

I'm 28 years old, and this is the most afraid I've ever been to my entire life. Even with Faye, I don't, I feel like there's a lot of instances of that here, but even with Faye walking around like a fleshy marionette and calling out to a presence in the dark of my own home. Boy, this is the most scared I've ever been, even with my wife being the demonic flesh puppet around the house at night. Around the time I was getting into bed, approximately 12.45 a.m., there was a gentle tapping sound on the window in the living room.

It was soft, like a neighbor who was reluctant to bother me. I stood there in the bedroom with the door open, holding my breath, trying to figure out if I'd imagined it. And I heard it again. So I crept down the short hall and peeked around the corner, just in time to see a figure walking past the windows and towards the front door. With the curtains drawn, I couldn't make out anything but a big shadow. Then, it knocked on the door.

It was a gentle knock. A man's voice called out softly. Hello? I just listened intently and tried to keep silent. Eventually, he knocked again and said, Hello? I need to speak with you. He was speaking through clenched teeth.

He was either extremely cold or extremely angry. Gosh, that gives me chills. That is good. That's a great line. The extremely angry. I need to speak with you. Oh, my gosh. Oh, that runs through me.

I very carefully stepped back into the bedroom to grab the gun. But the damn place is so old, Dorch Creek. I barely tapped the bedroom door as I passed, and it squealed like a dine pig. Then the man outside said, just above a whisper. I know you're there. For just a moment, in my lethargy, I consider the possibility that this was one of the ranger's friends or maybe somebody else who lived on the mountain. I was never going to open the door, but stupidly, I figured talking to it couldn't hurt. I say it because I immediately stopped believing there was a human being on the other side of the door.

The moment, I opened my mouth. I said, who the fuck is it? As assertively as I could. the second I stopped talking whoever it was on the out there repeated my question while mimicking my voice accurately you stupid idiot you gave it your voice it almost sounded like an echo

and then he said may I come in please his voice was a little shaky but it definitely sounded like me unnervingly similar to me but he was still clenching his teeth so I could hear the difference. Gosh, he's like, his eyes are huge, bulging, furious on the other side of the door.

He pointed the gun at the door. It was dark in the house, so he couldn't see what I was doing through the curtain and said. If you don't get the fuck out of here right now, I'll blow you in half. For those of you don't know what is... Fuddler. For those of you who don't know what a 357 can do to a person, a slug to the chest essentially makes you into a human milkshank. cringe boomer gun talk this pistol has a lot of stopping power it can penetrate through steel

357 will rip you in half it's what they use for bear okay sorry we both just stood there for a dreadfully long minute sorry I thought I heard something I'm actually losing my mind it started testing out my voice groaning whispering and muttering said a lot of things but I only remember a few of them what's your name what's your name a little cabin For the weekend, for the weekend. They're lying. They're lying. The ones out there?

La, la, la, la, la. You aren't alone in there. And I'm not alone out here. What's your name? Oh my gosh. You go up in the trees or down in the hole. That's where you go. Or they'll find you.

Either way. Oh my gosh. Dude, you're not alone in there and I'm not alone out here. La, la, la, like he's just like, like all these like mouth sounds, mouth feel. Like he's figuring out how it works, how his voice works. You aren't alone in there and I'm not alone out here. You go up in the trees or down in the hole.

That's where you go. Dude. This has successfully kept me on edge for this long. I'm actually like blown away. by how well the horror is working right now. I'm thrilled. The sound of my own voice making these horrific noises and phrases set every inch of my skin on fire.

I can hardly describe the physical sensation of fright this intense. It was almost like having a bad fever, hot and cold and wet and sticky, all at the same time. I shouted for it to leave and said I was armed. I considered firing off around,

but that's a decision you can't take back. And my number one rule is to only fire when I'm certain I've got a target and a clear reason. I think you have both of those right now. I'm proud to say that I can use my voice a lot better than whatever it was that mimicked me. I'm a soft-spoken guy,

but I came down like a hurricane, screaming. I will fucking kill you! He replied simply, in a softer tone of my own voice, I will fucking kill you. Then it went back to babbling gibberish, knocking politely on the door over and over. over and over. After another minute or two, suddenly stopped. The last thing it said was,

I know where she is. Then it kicked the door, and I mean harder than any human could possibly kick a door and ran off. The boom was so loud I couldn't believe the door didn't implode in its frame. The person or thing bounded down the wooden patio and all off into the snow. I swear on my life and honor, it sounded like a horse or some other huge four-legged animal charging off into the woods.

Child's laughter rang out and then everything was silent. Okay, for one, bravo, dude. Are you there right now? I'm hooked. Do not do this to me. Do not go silent.

I'm just processing stuff and I'm like, I'm like just eager to read. the story I'm like I am so like I will say the guy kind of pissed me off of it where he's like he's trying to make himself sound tough with like I'm a soft spoken guy but I came down like a hurricane it's like you're talking to the devil bro I mean there's like I promise you can't go loud enough there's a there's a there's some kind of like cringy marvel quippy stuff or whatever thrown in here but I'm I don't mind it yeah I look over now the idea of it

running away from the door on all fours like a horse that's terrifying Like as soon as it's like, I know where she is, it like immediately turns back into like its beast form to run off, you know? Yeah. Or I even just picture the guy getting on his hands and like bucking it, like buck kicking it, the door and then running off. Here's what, here's what look like in my mind. So he's like, he looks like a person, right?

Maybe like not a perfect copy, but he looks humanoid, right? And the moment he says, I know where he is. Rather than falling forward on his front, he whips over backwards on all. fours like a spider walk and then starts galloping that way so as he's galloping it kicks the door you know it would make sense too if his limbs bent that way like a horse or like a like a deer or something like that yeah like he doesn't need to keep the illusion up anymore so he just like throws himself back yeah needless to say i remained in a cat like state of delirious paranoia for the rest of the night the storm picked back up and i did not hear anything else i spent the

whole night debating whether the thing at the door was talking about fay I try to convince myself that it was just jammering, more nonsense, like all the voices I've heard up here. But the way it spoke, that sentence haunts me even now as I write this. It's my voice. My voice is purposeful and restrained. Sorry, it's voice, my voice was purposeful and restrained. It chose the words carefully and it knew exactly what to say. Oh, I bet I know what's doing.

It's going to go back and find her and then use his voice to lure her out. If I mean, yeah, it seems like that or even the friends, like the friends being like, hey, I'm out here. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Yeah. I've been thinking a lot about what Redditors have been saying about Fay being some kind of doppelganger. When I first saw the nude woman on my car, I thought it was a trick to lure me into the woods where the voice is like. Oh, did it say she was nude earlier? I don't remember that, but maybe she was. Oh, I think, yeah, because he's like, it was so cold out. I think that he was like, oh, it looked like. She was naked or whatever. I thought the real Faye stopped me from leaving the cabin. But many of you have pointed out that the reverse could be entirely possible. Given how the Faye, I took home to California's behaving. Given how she's failed all my test, given how her engagement ring has been missing since we got home.

So I sat there for hours. Consider whether I should go out into the woods during broad daylight to search for my fiancé. No. Of course it's a stupid idea. but now I understand why people in horror movies do idiotic things. If I'm not looking for her or for answers, why am I here? You wait on the group of people who know what's going on. I need to know what I saw that day in the driveway.

I need to know if there are many voices are just one. And I need to know how to get all this back to normal. So I think because we're coming up on the ending of this, I'm wondering if that's what's going to happen on the tomorrow part of this is when the ranger and his friends come. They better. I listen to music on my iPod and desperately try to distract myself

by reading news articles online until daybreak. Most of them wouldn't load because the gods of internet have cursed this cabin. I'm going to kill this guy, I think. I think I'm at my limit with them. Around 4 a.m., I got up to get some food from the kitchen and I opened the window current a tiny bit to see if anything was going on outside.

A ton of snow had fallen. At the room of the forest, dozens of yards out, I could see a distant figure standing perfectly still in the moonlight he was facing away staring off into the darkness of the woods I checked on him every 20 minutes since then he never moved

when the sun rose around 615 a.m. he was gone I never saw his face all right so hold on remember how that whole scene where she was being puppeted by the guy outside sure remember back when they were at the cabin

previously he looked at and saw someone staring up at the moon and then he looks over and his wife is setting up in bed and then she was being puppeted all the way back then and then she saw the guy sprinting or she he saw what he thought was the mimic sprinting into the woods in the form of his wife or whatever right is something trying to assume position of him now trying to assume like i mean that's what i'm assuming i i feel like there's more than one but there's got to be more than one is is what I'm under the impression. But I don't know.

I could be wrong. They've never once referred to it as it. Well, he referred to it as it. But every time we hear quotes of like people who are killed, it's like they're in the trees, there in the hole and stuff like that. Yeah. Today, the Ranger and his two buddies came to the cabin as promised.

They were instantly likable and warm. One of them, T.way, is a medicine man in his 60th and was especially cool. The other was his son, Nathan, who was probably just a few years older than me. they told me all kinds of interesting lore about Pike's Peak and surrounding areas and then proceeded to tell me a disturbing story that they believe explains a strange activity on the mountain.

For the sake of brevity, I will relay this in my next post. Let's go. The ranger gave me one of his facility satellite phones to stay in contact with him in case of emergencies. I used it to call Faye, but she didn't answer. So I called Jason and Richard, who are presently caring for her. Apparently, Faye had become inexplicably outraged after taking a shower because of the holy water through an enormous tantrum

and locked herself in our bedroom. She refused to eat for the rest of the night. Allison and Jason slept at the guest room and Richard slept on the couch downstairs and worked late on his commissions. He's a digital artist. He told me that around 1 a.m., at the same time I had my visitor,

Faye ran downstairs into the kitchen, eyes closed, and started drinking out of the sink faucet. Then she turned around and stared, I still shut, Richard, I said at the breakfast table. She said, Felix. To which he replied,

he's in Colorado, Faye, remember? And then she said, we sit him there to die. Then she sat down right there on the kitchen tiles and went back to sleep. What's the worst that could happen? I've instructed my friends only to wake Faye

if she does anything serious, so they observed my rules and got her back in bed without much of an issue. For all the crazy shit, Faye does what she's asleep, at least she never gets violent. The guys put her back into bed easily. The next day, Allison bailed on the whole project. Good girl. Good, good on her, good man. She said she was awake all night, listening to Faye whispering through the wall.

Faye told Allison about how there was a man in the house, and he was asking about her. My flight home is the day after tomorrow, so I'm going to have to figure all this shit out real quick. I'm going to take a nap. It's nice and bright outside. No voices. Good night. P.S. As soon as I get home, I will put up the Faye video. I know I keep saying this, but I really did not expect to suddenly return to Colorado. I swear I will put it up.

And then that will be the end of it. I resent myself for turning this into such a long and ridiculous blog of my experience. End of part seven. Let's just keep rolling right into eight, dude. I'm hyped. I'm so hyped. All right. On to eight. Teeway is an incredible storyteller. He told me that Pikes Peak and the surrounding area was inhabited by the Ute, the Manitau, the I'm going to mispronounce some of these, the Arpejo, the Pueblo, and the Anasazi, and other Native American groups at various times.

In the 1860s, when the gold rush was in full swing, many Indians were violently displaced because of mining operations there. They were torn away from their sacred lands, which was catastrophic to their cultures. T.WA stressed that historically, Americans have not understood the significance of land and names to Native Americans, and this is critical to understanding the supernatural presence on the mountain. The major world religions like Christianity and Hinduism and Islam are, quote, universal. They can be practiced anywhere. You can pick up your whole life and move to Kentucky or Scotland or Istanbul, and you'll still be whatever religion you are.

Your God still hears your prayers. He still intervenes in your life. But Native Americans practice land-based religions. The land they inhabit is a part of their creation stories. It's not that the land belongs to them. It's that they belong to the land. And both are in a symbiotic relationship with one another. History is embedded in the landscape. A person is reminded of specific lessons and wisdom when they see a part of the land.

The mouth of this river has a story attached to it. That fallen tree has a story attached to it. A battle was won here. A chief died there. Peace was made between tribes with a feast here. When a native group is forced out of its homeland, the people lose their history. What's worse, they leave behind the place where their dead are buried. Since the dead are bound to that place, the Indians who left no longer have spiritual connections to their ancestors and thus to their gods.

Their medicines and magic no longer work. They forget the names of sacred places. as the names in history and wisdom are forgotten, the tribe's spiritual power evaporates. Dude, I got to say that one line was so menacing to me. Your God still hears your prayers, you know? That was like a ton of bricks. What a heavy phrase.

Not to say that everything is described for native religion is accurate. I have a good friend who's Navajo, who despite traveling, you know, still like holds the religion, but he stresses like the importance of the land, the importance of, you know, returning back to the, uh, the reservation, you know, the, there's such a significance to it that you don't see in a lot of other religions. Um, but man, that, gosh, that hit hard. Your God still hears your prayers. T. Way said that when Pike's Peak was taken, a group of disgruntled Ute's descendant, uh, is it Utes or Ute? I'm not familiar with that. I'm not sure either. Honestly, I have no

idea. I'm going to, I think it's Ute, so I'm going to keep going. but apologies, if I'm wrong. They descended on the miners and slaughtered a bunch of them. Because a complex network of alliances and peace treaties, these Utees were punished by another tribe. They dug holes in the ground and slit the Ute's throats. They then buried them upside down in the holes with their legs sticking out of the ground

so that the wolves would feast on their calves. Wow. That was supposed to be the end of it, but then something else happened. Legend says that these dead Utees arose from the tainted ground ones. night. Because their flesh had been flayed from the hips down, they looked like walking skeletons. Oh, they hobbled into the Arapoa camps and took women and children back up the mountain. They forced them deep into one of the minds, never to leave again. Howls of women and

children have been reported on the mountain for over a hundred years now. it's so good. The Ute's and Arapahoe engaged in blood feuds, sometimes called mourning wars for years over this.

They exchanged curses, executed and skinned and tortured each other. They stained the once sacred earth on Pikes Peak with rivers of blood. I was pretty mortified by this story.

I just kind of sat there with the Ranger while T. Wei and Nathan blessed the cabin. They burned sage, a tobacco inside and outside, and used crushed herb dust cover their hands. They made a handprint on every window and drew small symbols and

ash at the top of the front door inside and outside. The cave me bundled sage, cedar, hawthorn told me to burn it if anyone tried to get inside. It drives bad spirits insane. Then they provided me with small pouches filled with herbs and blessed objects to wear around my neck and in my pockets whenever I went outside. Nathan gave me a totem that he wears about around his neck. Told me to give it to Faye. Then they sang a really incredible chant in their language. Last about 15 minutes.

I was blown away. I love these guys. Then we went outside. I showed them the dream catcher. And they told me they never seen anything like this. The dream catcher is made with three branches woven together with hair. and it has old yarn or wool string with glass beads

criss-crossing the center in a pattern it is old and handmade T-way told me not to touch it or move it if you find an object to power and do not know who made it or what it protects

you should leave it alone asked him if it could be evil and he said maybe I got them up to speed on everything that has happened I said that a lot of my friends redditors but I didn't explain that suspected that buffet

I wouldn't either. Suspected that the Faye at my house in California was a duplicate, that the real Faye was somewhere in the woods. T.way and Nathan disagreed with each other on whether that could be, but we searched the woods looking for signs of my Faye. We found nothing. I told them about the missing ring, and they said exactly what many Redditors have said.

If they loved the ring and it was powerfully symbolic to her, it could be used by a bad spirit to harm her. told me to find it at all cost. They also told me that if they indeed were still here on the mountain, she was certainly dead. And the moment we've all been waiting for, T. Wei named the creature that was tormenting us. He said, as people call it,

a ton anotakuwa, a tong anotakuwa, also known as the imposter. So I understand that, saying the names of Native American spirits is, you know, like bad karma. You're basically inviting them in and whatnot. But my name's Wendigoon, so I've already, you know, jumped the shark on that by a long means. So I'll be the one to say it. I'm already dead anyway. Bad spirits inhabit the land everywhere. And sometimes they get the opportunity to use a tragedy

like the Pikes Peak Massacre to commandeer a human figure and walk the earth, partly mortal. interesting okay in the case of the impostor they collect animal and human parts piecemeal wherever they can and stitch them together oh this is why they walk strangely vocalize strangely

and when they never show their faces or come out during the day they cannot pass for humans oh interesting that's awesome oh they make they make puppets out of stuff they find

piece it together. The reason they can't come out day is because they don't pass. Oh, I asked Heway, why I always see someone facing away from me at the edge of the forest. And he said it's because it does not want me to know its identity. But eventually, the imposter would come for me, wearing face, skin, and teeth, and hair, and trying to convince me that it was her. When I asked him what he wanted, he said, nobody knows. He also told me that there is power in names. redditors have stated and that i should not speak its name especially not to it because that could provoke it of the voices i was hearing in the forest every night tway said they practice what they hear for decades makes it easier for them to hunt yeah just because they mimic stuff

pooh boy tway nathan and the ranger left at sunset what my sweet summer child come here what do you mean they left at sunset I would be like would you guys like to stay well I guess they're probably like

we don't want to be here at sundown and you know what I would say me to I'm coming with it where do you live I'll sleep with the floor I will I will clean your toilets I will I will do whatever you need me to get me off this mountain

get me wherever look whatever you need me to do I'm your guy or I will be your best friend I will I will I will rub your feet just I am not sleeping another night up here and if they say no if they say no guess what I'm finding that Taco Bell I talked about like well could you drop me off at the closest Arby's you just had an incredibly long detailed description of why you shouldn't be here at all there's bad spirits they're from the mine get away save your wife and you're like well I guess I'll camp out here another night I mean they put a hold on well i guess i'll camp out here another night i guess i guess i guess i'll

maybe hope the dream catcher isn't demonic maybe i'll maybe all uh drop a nice bath i mean i have the robe after all in superval and i have a gun i have a gun all stuff i just have to cut out for the podcast no you're not cutting any you're leaving all that you let me have this You know, I'm scared I am right now? I'm going to call my wife and be like, do not open this door. I would definitely send a text. It might give you a heart attack. Can I,

you know something really funny? Caitlin just messaged me. It said, the two, can you send me the two sentence horror story about the IKEA meatballs? I can't find it. That's great. Hold on.

where's where's Kayla where's Kayla where's Kayla okay hold I'll just leave it on hello hello you're on you're on the podcast right now you're on speaker okay I'm just reading a story

with Hunter right now and I'm so scared I'm going to cry so can you please when you get home not open the office door okay okay because I'm I'm so scared that like I'm shaking and I've goosebumps and I've I've talked about you opening the door for two hours if you open it I will probably pee my pants okay so please don't or text me and be like it I will open it now or something just I'm just so scared okay well I'm going to the store so maybe like another hour okay just just please text me before something happens okay I love you love you bye all right we're good we're good we're locked in all right they left at sunset and i spent the rest of the evening thinking about all of this and i think i figured a lot of things out around nine p.m something

disturbing happened i used the satellite phone the ranger gave me to call fay she actually answered and was just lying in bed reading we had a great conversation yeah with that demon i told her i missed her so much and that I was up here trying to solve what was happening. I told her I wanted to have a family with her. She said, why would you say this to the demon? She said that she was feeling better and had actually gone a whole night without sleepwalking or terrifying Jason and Richard, my buddies who were looking after her. After about 50 minutes of talking, I started hearing sounds outside.

Did you look at that? I heard footsteps crunching in the dry snow. And I heard a voice. my voice it said things like flight insomnia miss you see you soon

it was just standing outside listening to his call yep now it has his whole it has a whole catalog say whatever it wants the thing had been standing near the window mimicking my conversation with Fay I told Fay I'd call her back later

and hung up the phone then went silent thing walked around the cabin slowly trying to figure out if I had moved, kept mumbling, and repeated a few phrases as it went. Finally, it came and knocked on the door. Its knocks were gentle, just like last night. I was a little bit less scared because of all the blessings T.Way had put on the cabin, but I still held on to the gun just in case any shit went down.

He spoke to me in my own voice, and the first thing he said was, The hole will fill with snow and blood. So yeah, that amped up my fear quite. a bit. So yeah. So, yeah, that amped up my fear quite of it.

I'm not going to let it. I'm not going to let it deter me. I'm going to say it. I'm going to say it. Um, Fay. It's right behind me, isn't it? Um, Faye,

you're going to want to see this. So, yeah, that. amped up my fear quite a bit. Every hair on the back of my neck bristled. Do you know the feeling of being so scared that your vision turns like hyper real? Hyper real.

Everything looks like a realistic video game. So everything, it's a weird way to describe it. So everything looks just slightly off. Then it knocked again and said, Hello? May I come in? I simply said.

No. Leave. Then it knocked for another 30 seconds or so and said, What is your name? Hello? I lied and said, My name is Daniel. Now leave.

You can't come in. The things started knocking harder, a lot harder, non-stop, and said, What is your name? What is your name? It's terrifying to hear my voice coming from the other side of the door and to hear rage building in that voice. Again, the rage, dude. I said again. my name is Daniel

but the thing kept yammering and asking the same question if occasionally say things like ticket ticket rental car you go up in the trees the hole the hole down in the hole what is your name may I know your name

hmm I uh okay so I'm interested here the holes referring to the hole the bodies are in right yeah I'm guessing I'm guessing it's the upside down holes is what I was thinking so so what about the trees. I don't know. That hasn't been mentioned, right?

Yeah. Then I had an idea. I'm really good with fake accents. And when I was a child, my first language was German. Dad immigrated to Boston and met my mom. I started speaking in a thick accent, talking about my day, and then started shouting in German. I feel like he's giving it way too. He's trying to trick it.

I feel like that's a bad idea. Yeah, you're just giving it more and more stuff. I recited a poem I know by Herman Hayes. D. Frana von Ravanaatragan. My visitor went silent and stopped knocking. I could tell it was just listening. So then I started shouting in a British accent, reciting lines from V for Vendetta,

my favorite film of all time. Well, that actually explains a lot about this guy. Now that I think about it, he does strike me as a V for Vendetta guy. I shouted, thank you in every single language I know. I once committed to learning it in 100 languages and stopped around 20. my unwanted guest just sort of stammered a little bit

trying to mimic me but failed to do so I was no longer speaking in any recognizable pattern or tone eventually it just started growling the sounds Faye and I heard in the forest when we first stayed at the cabin watch you watch you oh my wo my started scratching and pounding on the door I grabbed the sage bundle and torched it with my lighter

then waved it all around the doorframe I don't know if that thing outside could smell it but it walked off the porch all pissed off growling it went off into the night this time I ran to the window and tried to get a glimpse of it but all I could see was a very dark amorphous form disappearing into the trees

this guy's getting brave like oh let me see if I can see it out the window and then what happens when you pull the curtain back and it's like pressed up against the glass well I mean okay that worked in the story I feel like in an actual supernatural scenario trying to trick it with different languages is it's probably a bad idea.

Yeah, well, I guess it's just more so not, I guess I mean like the non, the non form. Like it's basically like not able to form any kind of structure with your voice or whatever because it's just all nonsensical. I think I figured a lot of stuff out. I think this entity is mimicking me

because it's going to try to convince Fay that it is me. It is rehearsing my voice and then whispering to Fay while she sleeps, talking to her in her dreams, trying to get her to let it inside of our house. I think it wants to convince her that I am the imposter, not it. I think I also figured out why the voices go crazy at night and why they're getting closer to my home. These guys aren't trying to scare me.

They're trying to deprive me of sleep. If I'm psychologically and emotionally trained, I'm weaker. If I'm delirious, I'll make a mistake. There, or his, attempts to get me will be easier. Still trying to figure out how controlling Faye like a puppet in her sleep plays into all this. I know what I saw. There's a man standing outside our house walking the exact same creepy way Faye was sleep walking the exact same time. I'm also still considering the possibility that already made a terrible mistake and that the impostor has already won.

When I went outside on the first night at the cabin with Faye, trying to see where the voices were coming from, I left the door unlocked. Ho-ho. User and friend butt said that said that was the most. moment that Fay was replaced by something else. I just don't know what to think, but for now, I'm going to sleep. And then he has an update of, I think, one day later, where all he says is,

well, I found the ring. Damn. Damn, dude. Man, this is fucking, this is hurtling so, like, I'm so fucking hooked in. It's, we're on, this is now that, so that's the end of eight. now we're going into nine out of 10 we only have two parts left

which there is the Mr. unravels part but I think we're just going to focus on the My Romantic cabin unless it's an insane cliffhanger or something. Yeah, and then we just can't wait but we're already almost three and a half hours in. You know people love these long episodes. Have you seen the left right now? I know. I know.

I'm just saying that you never know. You never know. All right. So update for May the second. I'm out of the cabin and safe. Do not go to Pikes Peak looking to be a hero looking to find the minds or looking for me you will die

avalanches radon gas mind collapses etc do not be a full edit I took down the photo of Fay because someone started sending me creepy messages about it I should have known better wait is there pictures somewhere are we missing pictures anywhere no I think I think that even if it was

it's edited and gone I what I like I think is that these things are in between stories and stuff I think it's, I don't know. I think it's on something else. There are so many new developments. It's hard to figure out how to cram it all into a 3,000 word no sleep post. The morning after I woke with my fiance, Faye, on the satellite phone,

and it was visited by the thing that mimics our voices. I got a call from Richard and Jason. In case you don't remember, they're the two best friends. They're staying in my place, taking care of people I'm gone. There's the only people I trust. Richard stays at very late and sleeps in the mornings, kind of like what I'm doing now. He does this for two reasons.

to work on his art commissions and to make sure Faye doesn't stab everyone to death and burn the house down in their sleep. Hey, Hunter, if I just called you and was like, I have to go on Yeah, no. No, because your house would be a vacated. I'd be a Maui with a Pena Colada.

Wasted away what if what if okay what if okay what if I got like three of you guys like you Caleb and even more so no why even more so no you have other people there that's better there's no way there's no way because then I feel guilty about I would feel guilty believing if I'm by myself I could to just be like well there's nothing I can my hands are tied so you so you want to have a fail safe that you can leave her when she's exactly. Exactly. But I would never put myself in that situation. So I would do it for you. That's fine. Well, you'd have to because I'd be gone.

Well, yeah, someone's got to take care of her. Ain't going to be me, idiot. You'd have to because I'd be gone. She listens to these, you know. Yeah, I know. She knows. If it was the same for me, it'd be the exact same thing. I feel like that's a beautiful understanding between us. I just started speaking and you went, no. The guys report that she is behaving quite normally and feeling good, being productive during the day. But then at night, she is unpredictable and weird.

I feel like her soul is being cleaved in half. Two distinct sets of behavior are drifting further from each other every day. Around 1 a.m. that night, Richard are the voice of a young child, mumbling, incoherently. He's up to speed on all the unusual experiences that have plagued my fiancé at me, so he immediately got up to investigate. He looked out the kitchen window,

which faces the same part of the forest where I saw the man mimicking face, sleepwalking movements. Richard didn't find anything, so he walked a circle around the house and realized that the sound was coming from our bedroom window. He went inside and walked Jason up, and they stood outside the bedroom door, listening. They claimed they heard the distinct sounds of a child whispering and softly singing,

and I bet you can guess which song. Oh, so me I do. I'm a naked, so me I do. A song fan I heard outside the cabin on her second night sung in a child's voice. Both of these dudes are super ripped climbing enthusiast, and they said that they had ever been so creeped out in their entire lives. Jason knocked on the door and said, Faye, who's in there?

And he promptly heard the child go, shh, and whispered something inaudible. Richard pushed the door open and said that Faye was standing in the corner of the room in the dark facing the wall. Oh, God. She was standing up on her tiptoes, dragging her hands and nails down the wall and talking to herself. Their back turned to the guys, she said,

Oh, their skin is so perfect. Which one, which one? Put him down in the hole. Nope. Richard saw something out the window and hurried over to it. Jason stepped inside the room, reached out to put a hand on face shoulder. She whirled around quickly and covered her face with her hands. Her eyes were open.

She's unusual for when she sleepwalks. Then these are the exact words Jason used. She started speaking the voice. voice of a little kid. She made whining and crying sounds, rocked back and forth on her feet, cradling her arms as though she held a child. Then she turned around and started scratching at the wall again, still whispering in the kid's voice saying things like, it's Faye. I can't see you. Are you open the trees or down in the hole? Oh, that was her voice all the, that's what she said all the way

back then, right? It's Faye, I can't see you. yeah also also i think it's interesting that she's covering her face trying to hide her identity yep i think the possession's taken over all the way at this point i think it's per i mean like the the analogy he used of like every time it happens her soul is being drifted farther and farther way i think i think it's like who knows how much longer she has now she's like more uh the impostor than she is yeah oh 100% yeah then she started singing again richard ran down the stairs and out the front door barreling towards the tree line richard's a g dude love Richard, dude. I'm going to get you. I'm coming for you. From the window, he had seen a

small child walking around on its tippy toes, plailing its arms up in the air. On the phone, he told me he could hear it singing while he watched it from the window. Richard got about 20 yards away from the kit. It took off running on the balls of its feet, heading straight into the trees. Richard stayed in pursuit and went in after it. It was too dark for him to follow, and he lost a kid after a few moments. W wandered around for a few minutes, searched in the area, and eventually heard the voice of an adult male.

Rich says he walked a few steps deeper into the grove and saw a huge man standing about 30 feet away, completely naked, looking up into the trees. Uh, no. Absolutely. Dude.

There were lacerations or dark pock marks of some sort all over his body. Now, Richard is about, six one and two ten pounds of bulk and muscle. And he said this dude was way bigger than him. He said the man was perfectly still for several seconds, but then started rolling his head around, cracking his neck loudly, started making gurgling and mumbling sounds. I guess Rich was paralyzed with fear because he claims he stood there for an entire minute or more before running like hell back to the house. As he turned to get out of there, the man let out a long...

And as he did, his voice transformed. It became my voice. Oh, interesting. Richard said that the thing in the woods called out with my voice several times as he fled, wailing. Please help me. They're going to kill me tonight. Oh. Jason says that he did not hear or see anything out of the window.

Only Richard running back inside. Ghost white with terror. He said Richard actually cried. while they talked in the living room face it at the top of the stairs just watching wide awake with a little smile on her face ugh

yeah so Faye's gone and the thing in the woods is now it's stolen Felix's voice and it's now they're in the final stages effectively yeah I think so I also think that all these sleepwalkers

or all these skin walkers are all of the dudes so like how many do they say five or they didn't I guess they didn't give a number did they set a group i think yeah yeah so just three to five seems like they're all kind of in cohoots together doing the stuff and like maybe the head one or like one of them is in fe right now yeah i'm looking at the story uh uh yeah it doesn't say how many just a group of disgruntled yeah it's fine yeah so yeah i think i think it's each one of them and they put together

skin and people piece by piece. The next morning, they took her to her psychiatric appointment, the first she's ever had, and I will hopefully hear back on that soon. Kills me that I'm not there with her now. Put her in a home. Put her in an asylum,

a lot, a crazy, a looney bin, whatever you want to call it, just get her away. Right. I'm still stuck at Pikes Peak. It's like this, good. I'm glad you are. You deserve it. It's like this place doesn't want me to leave.

Ranger Station shut down the entire. entire road network on the mountain because of the huge blizzard that rolled in and there are avalanche warnings my road out of here is completely iced over and one part of it has a snow collapse or mini avalanche shut up i'm from california where god pays attention that's a funny line that's actually a funny quip in the middle of everything like yeah this place has snow and avalanches shut up out know about it god actually cares about me where i'm from. I'm in contact with the ranger station.

His name's Greg, just like Faye's dad. So that's why I avoid referring him by name in these updates. And he assures me they're working on getting the roads cleared every time it stops snowing. I missed my flight, but thankfully they gave me a voucher, so now I could just roll out at the airport

whenever I can. I have enough food to feed an army. And the electricity here is surprisingly reliable, so I'm warm. Wi-fi dips out for five to ten hours at a time though. Working on Donkey Kong country too and secret of manna on the S&ES

and writing about my experiences here in my spare time. I also slipped on the icy porch steps and fell on my side so I've got enormous bruise and it hurts like a bitch but only when I breathe so I got that going for me. Huh, so I've got that going for me.

Yeah. These are I mean there's there's not a lot you can do with those. like I know this honestly I'm going to buy the book as soon as we're done here I'm so curious to see what's changed

yeah and to see what a second draft of this kind of store because there's no way that like user like the way that he's saying redditors and stuff that's probably all changed user sweet rosemary asked me if the cabin had a basement and I had ever thought to check outside under the snow pack and halfway covered with old chopped wood

I found a little locked door the key was in the kitchen cupboard and it turns out that there's a decent-sized seller under the house. Down inside, I found a ton of creepy shit. There's, you didn't think about there being a basement, a whole other floor to the house? Okay, what?

I'll be completely honest. I didn't even think about that the entire time I've been reading this. You're not at the house. You're not at the house where there's a basement. And then like, I'm just saying, if there's a door outside, all right, whatever. There's a bundle of long black hair, several dozen jars of some rotten mutant looking shit.

and tons of old books from the 60s and 70s and lots of porno magazines. Yeah. It's, oh, yeah. It seems that these demons from hell like to get up to no good. There's also lots of sticks and yarn. All of the material necessary to make a dream catcher, like the one hanging of the tree line behind the cabin. Hmm.

I didn't touch anything. I just snoped straight out of there. I've been thinking about something that user wait time is lame, uh, said to me the other day, which was, have you considered that it's not a dream catcher at all? And he's right, I'm not an expert on Native American symbology or artifacts. It just looks kind of like a dream catcher to me.

So I've been calling it one all this time. T.way, the Pueblo friend of the Ranger, didn't call it that. He just said to leave it alone. I'm wondering if that thing attracts the imposter, instead of keeping it away. It can mark the house. I kind of want to move it for one. kind of want to move from whatnot to see what happens

the reckless the recklessness of that phrase you know what's the worst that could happen you know my dog is barking in something I'm about to shoot someone

after all Tway bless the entire cabin so I feel quite safe I have a 357 magnum in case leaves don't protect me I'm gonna kill this guy I'll just shoot it no one's ever thought about before

yeah what an idiot but in case leaves don't protect me. Good luck, dude. At about 9.30 a.m. there's a knock on the door. I grabbed the gun suspecting another encounter with the imposter. It was lightly snowing and glooming, so I figured the sum was blocked enough that the creature wouldn't be willing to come out of the woods. Then I heard familiar voices, talking cheerfully.

I looked out the window, and to my total surprise, it was T. Wei and his son, Nathan. these badass guys had hiked up from the ranger station in the snow to check on me let them in and they made tea i cannot tell you how happy i was to see him okay do you trust them yeah i do you don't think it's the impostor no i don't think so okay tway brought me his own dream catcher it was one he made specifically for me and he told me i should hang it beside the creepy one it's very colorful and ornate i could tell he spent a lot of time on it it's he's even a lot of time on it's even got two beautiful hawk feathers dangling off it, which Nathan says represents freedom and

unboundness. He reiterated the importance of finding the engagement ring Faye had lost and bless the house again. I tried to get them to stay longer, but they had to get back down the mountain before the storm picked up, told me I should come with him. Yes. Yes. We all knew I wouldn't. Yeah, because they're like, oh, this guy's stupid. This guy's a big, dumb idiot. If I left with them, I'd be leaving Greg's truck. What? If I left with them, I'd be leaving Greg's truck, and I never have found what

I came back for. Okay, the second line's fine. Why even mention the truck? We hate Greg. Greg is part of the reason this all happened. Well, I can't leave his truck up here. I never found what I came back for. You're not finding anything. You're setting in the cabin. I said goodbye

and T. T. Way hugged me. I wish that guy was my grandpa. Okay, watch it turn out that like the two hawk feathers like make the dream catcher have like an opposite effect. Actually it opens you up for tons of crazy other stuff sorry about that. Forgot to tell you.

Yeah. So remember how dream catchers like keep bad things from happening. Well this is a reverse dream catcher that ensures only bad things happen to you from here on. You're going to you're going to poop yourself. It's pretty much what is going to do. It's what's going to happen. Yeah. And that's if you get off

easy. And that's if yeah, exactly. If they're going easy on you, Felix. I took a nap after they left. I figure out how to sleep without being interrupted by the damn voices in the forest. From 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. It's pretty quiet outside.

So I nap on and off. Something really bad happened this time. I woke up opening the bathroom window. Oh! Oh shit. Damn. Dude. He's hooked.

They got him. Hook line and sinker. He's on it. Okay, so for what, okay, this is entirely his fault. There's no reason for him

to be on the mountain. There's not. He's not smart enough. He's not doing anything other than setting around the cabin. This is his own fault. I've never sleepwalked before in my entire life.

Faye's been sleeping next to me for five years and she says I don't move. I don't speak. I don't snore. I don't steal sheets. I'm the most polite bed buddy on earth. I don't like that word. But when I came to, I was standing next to the toilet.

Both hands prying the frozen window open. It was about two inches up, and the freezing cold wind on my fingers is what woke me up. I slammed it shut and checked all the windows, ensuring that they were locked and sealed tight, and went back to bed. I dragged one of the living room chairs into the bedroom with me and propped it against the door so that I'd knock it over if I got up again. This did not work. At around 1 p.m. I woke up standing at the 4.m. I woke up standing at the front door and found myself pulling it open. The loud groans it issued were what snapped me out of my stupor. I slammed the door shut and looked out the window next to it, praying nothing was out there

waiting for me at the tree line. I saw nothing. Then I remembered that I'd had a dream. Images of a huge hole carved into the mountain surfaced in my mind. Snow and branches were caked all around the mouth at the entrance, and an impossible yawning blackness emanated from within. And the dream I just kind of stood there, gazing into the vacant face of the deep, listening to Faze We Can Cries. I sat down on the couch and just sort of cried for about a half hour. I thought about what our lives had become, and how bad I missed her. I thought about all the dreams we had of our future, things that can never be if I don't figure out how to

saver. I thought about all the promises. I'll never keep if I die up here. I decided that it would be best to hang the dream catcher sooner rather than later because the clouds broke for a while and it was frantically bright. It was fantastically bright out. I got geared up and trussed across the snow with T-way's gift and hugged on a branch about three feet away from the evil-looking one. That's when I saw it. Oh shit. Fays engaged. ring. It was dangling there right in front of me as if to tease me. Someone had woven it into the strings of the dream catcher. I stood there for a long time, right between the two objects. I could have figured out if some benevolent force was giving me a break or if I was being

taunted by whatever beings have haunted my footsteps ever since I arrived on the mountain. retrieving the ring would require me not only to touch but destroy the creepy dream catcher I had the thought to go ask no sleep what I should do but I feared that if I left for even one second the ring would be gone when I got back so I just tried to solve the riddle by myself I wish I'd brought the satellite phone out there with me

after a few minutes of standing there I reasoned that TWA's dream catcher would probably do just as well in protecting me if in fact that was the function of the original one. I also figure that if it were cursed or something, touching it couldn't actually be worse than leaving the ring there and allowing Faye to be completely consumed by our madness. If the ring has anything to do with the creatures who are controlling Faye

and me while we sleep, then getting it back is a priority over not touching weird stuff in the woods. That shadow under my door keeps moving, but it's so sporadic. okay well it's not on the house yet so that's what i did i broke the brittle thing apart and took my damn ring back what else could i what else could i've done okay to be in his defense her ring being it has to be not good right well that people have people have also continuously said you have to find that ring yeah i don't i don't really blame him i don't for doing that yeah what he's supposed to do feels like the worst has already happened

but who knows yeah to be fair though Tway did say just leave it alone well that was before the ring was in it and then he said is it bad

and Tway said maybe so I feel like the ring being in it's like also bad news yeah yeah because no one with good insurance

would find her ring and put it up in that without saying something or revealing themselves or whatever right and as if on Q I noticed something

out of the corner of my eye. It was a person standing in the snow beside a tree about 20 feet from my left side. 20 feet. That's so close. Does the story realize how close 20 feet is? That's like me to my door right now. That's insanely close.

I was so scared I didn't look directly at him. I just watched him in my periphery and prayed he hadn't noticed me. Yeah, dude, he hasn't seen you, I'm sure. It was a man with black, gray hair, and dark clothes. close. Facing away from me, his head was tilted all the way back. He was looking way up at the tops of the trees. Slims looked mangled and bent and elongated. Even without looking right at him, I slid the ring into my pocket as slowly as I could. Try not to make a sound. And as I did, the man hobbled around and faced me. I really, really didn't want to look now. Just slam

my eyes shut. I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his gaze on me. He started gurgling and making throaty noises and said in a voice so threatening I can't even begin to describe. Felix, I know you, Felix. I know you, Felix. I know you. Felix. I know you. Over and over. I took off running and screaming like a bat out of hell. I screamed all the way back to the cabin. A barricaded the front door with the couch and burned up half the sage I had left. I even prayed, like an actual prayer. I've done that since I was 15 years old.

I'm really struggling to write this part. It's taken me hours to finish this entry because I keep getting up to distract myself. The Ranger isn't answering his phone and nobody's at the station. Maybe the power's out. Yeah, maybe, bro. I don't know what I did by breaking the dream catcher. and I don't know what tonight's going to be like but Faye if you ever read this

and if something happens to me don't forget your tenderness, your softened skin all I needed your love is my tourniquet that's lyrics to something right I think so I have to say this even though I desperately want

it to not be true oh no the man I just saw this T-way oh fuck oh shit holy fuck we're going into the last part right now get me in there

give me what does that mean does that mean it killed Tway or T way was always that I don't know I don't know I'm so it has to means it killed him because if these guys are just like piece milling like well yeah because also he didn't he didn't answer the phone the ranger didn't either so I'm guessing the thing killed him on their walkback

yeah yeah probably oh man and they had no protection going down the mountain I guess I'm guessing not all right are you ready to end this

this is it this is part 10 I'm so ready part 10 here we go here's the interview I've been promising for so long can we actually watch it no video is not available

I hate it here as you can see by its length There's no possible way I could have uploaded the cabin on the crappy Wi-Fi. Sorry about my allergies. Oh, he's alive. Sorry that this is so long, but people have been hounding me for as much information as possible. This will be my last update. We need to rest.

Thanks have spiraled out of control up here on the mountain. I made a decision that changed everything and it almost killed me. Only time will tell if it was the right choice to make. But for now, I'm just piecing everything together in my mind and trying to convince myself that I'm one step closer to solving all of this. I destroyed the strange dream catcher that's been dangling on a tree behind the cabin since Faye and I first came to this place. Nobody knows who made it, what its purpose is, or why it's on the side of the tree facing into the woods.

Rather than the side facing the house. I found all the supplies to make another one. Kayla! don't do this to me I had the headphones on and I felt the whole house rumble at once which normally means someone shuts the door okay the GPS says she's here okay whatever I found all of the supplies to make another one just like it

locked behind a cellar door that someone tried to hide years ago when I broke the dream catcher learned everything I needed to know Tway is dead A lot of people have said otherwise But I am certain of this I saw his likeness stretched over the gruesome form Of the thing that stalks these woods

His broad daylight And the look on that It's mangled face To be exactly what I don't want to accept Really am all alone Several redditors have speculated This thing only shows itself at night It always faces away from me

Because it cannot convincingly appear human not without the help of the recently dead. Tewa confirmed this during his first visit to the cabin, but when I destroyed the dream catcher, there it was, proudly masquerading and the skin and hair of my best friend on this mountain. It's the sunlight, no less. I cannot even imagine how a son Nathan must feel if he's even alive. Two hiked back to the ranger station from the cabin knowing a blizzard was coming.

I'm sure that's when Tieway died. I'm going to go on a limb and say Nathan, not doing great. Yeah. Just hypothetically. I don't think he's doing it so hot. When I got back inside the cabin, I completely lost it.

Barricade the door and windows with every piece of... Did you check the house? Because there's probably something in there. But there just isn't enough stuff inside this little cabin to protect me. So I sit there on the floor against the bed, clutching the gun, sort of wishing my dark visitor

would come and kill me already. But of course, this is Pike's Peak. Death is not the worst thing that can happen to you here. so the mountain kept messing with me. It's getting dark, and I was on the verge of a total psychological break. I've been running on four hours of sleep per night and a few naps for the past two weeks. I only hope for redemption just got turned into a puppet,

and I was about to find out what happens come nightfall when the dream catcher no longer functions. So what did my brain decide was the best course of action at this point? To fall asleep. Oh no. Somehow, I nodded off. In fact, I think my brain just did a hard reset because nothing about that sleep was restful. I just went into a fear coma

the minute the sun dipped behind the mountain. And then I woke up. I was in bed, but the sheets pulled over me. The lights were off, all of them, and my hands were empty. But before, they held Greg's 357. When I opened my eyes, I suppose it was possible

that I climbed into bed myself. after all I caught myself sleepwalking twice the day before but it took me a solid minute before I realize it took me a minute before I realized it took me a minute before I realized there was an arm wrapped around my chest I did not have the reaction you'd expect most people would fly out of bed screaming bloody murder but the first thought I had was Where am I? My parents divorced when I was three

So as a kid I'd spend a few nights a week at my dad's house And a few nights at my mom's Sometimes I'd wake in the dark And not be sure which bedroom I was in It always took me a second to remember where I was This is the thought that crossed my delirious mind Maybe I was back at home in California Maybe I was at Faye's parents' house in Arvada

sort of rolled out from under the arm and tried to figure out what the hell was lying in bed with me. I've been sleeping with the lights on for the past few nights and I never in my right mind would have turned them off after seeing the creature

so close to me a few hours ago. The body in bed beside me felt familiar. It's warmth, its texture. I was pretty sure it was fay. But I still couldn't remember if she was really with me up here. Then she spoke.

She reached through the dark and touched my face, said, What's wrong, Pop-Tart? Yes, that's actually the nickname she gave me. Love me some Smoors Pop-Tarts. I wasn't really afraid, just overwhelmed with confusion. I asked her where we were and why the lights were off. She just squeezed my shoulder and said, Honey, we're in Pike's Peak.

There's a storm. The power's out. It's done this before. What's wrong with you? I know my wife is downstairs like cleaning up right now, but it's just there's someone in the house now and I haven't visualizing yet and like my heart's racing and my fighter flights up.

I got up out of bed. A feeling of dread was falling over me. How heavier and heavier, the more awake I became. As soon as the sheets were off of me, I felt a blistering cold. Colder than it's ever been in the cabin. Heat must have been off for hours. Only a bit of pale moonlight filtered in through the

windows, and it was barely enough to outline the object in the room. I stumbled around looking for the flashlight, totally unable to remember where it was, and said, What the fuck is it so cold? Did you screw with the heat? Faye tried to get me to come back to bed. She told me it went off and came back on earlier, and that it would probably be back on soon. Everything about her felt wrong, but her voice was perfectly clear.

Her skin felt totally recognizable. I couldn't shake. the strange feeling I had. I left the bedroom and walked out into the living room. It was even colder out there. I felt my way around with my hands. I noticed a strong icy draft coming from down the hall. It's a straight shot from the living room to the bathroom

at the other end of the hall. From where I stood, I could see the bathroom window. It was wide open, a big two-by-two-foot gap leading out to the snow. I went to shout. What the fuck did you? The Faye stepped out of the bedroom, stood in the hallway between me and the bathroom. She said something like, Felix, you aren't feeling well.

Do you not remember what's going on? You're sick. I almost believed her because I definitely felt dizzy and feverish, but I could also have been the mixture of disturbed confusion and freezing cold. The thought that this was not only Faye, that this was not really Faye invaded my mind, and I immediately regretted not knowing where the gun was. The only words I could find were,

Who are you? Why are you here? They just stood there in the darkness of the hallway. The only thing I could see was a little silver outline of her figure. Her face was entirely black. But even though her eyes were hidden, I could feel them burning into me, just as Tway's head when I found the ring.

It felt like we stood in the eye of a hurricane. Everything was totally calm. I knew hell was about to break loose. It wasn't a single sound outside. No branches snapped. No snow crunch. No voices moaned. It was as if time it stopped completely.

Bay didn't move. Even as she spoke, she held herself with the stillness of death. She said, Felix. Wasn't it get my attention. Wasn't to convince me she was really my fiancé. It was a threat.

She was reminded. me that she knew my name. I still don't fully understand what the power is in names, but T.Way and Nathan believed it. Many Redditors warned me about it. When she said my name, I felt smaller than her, even though I stand almost a foot over her head. Do you remember the five? She asked. She still didn't move an inch, not even her hair kicked up in the drafts of blue in from behind her.

I can't remember. Not in this place. I didn't know how to respond to this I didn't know what she was talking about All I could say was Get out You're not welcome here Again

Faye didn't move But she did clear her throat And the sound she made Was about two octaves deeper Than the real Faye's voice She inhaled sharply And said Tell me

About the number five That's what I knew I remembered where I was, what day it was, and exactly what had happened up until this point. My visitor had finally come to call, and it no longer needed to be invited. I deeply regretted breaking the dream catcher. My hand instinctively slid over my pocket and in my relief, the little shape of phase engagement ring pushed back against my fingers. There was nothing else to do. I decided to throw down the gauntlet.

I figured it was probably time to die anyway, so I might as well go out bravely. I just said I know who you are and you will never be Faye she took a menacing step towards me a gurgle seeped out of her throat she inhaled again more slowly this time and demanded

I want to know about the number five tell me Felix I looked all around me on the counters for a weapon but found nothing the knife block was on the other side of the short of the short wall that divided the living room from the kitchen there was only a roll of paper towels within reach,

but in retrospect, I was so amped with terror that I probably could have beaten her ass to death with it. I don't have a clue what the number means. In fact, about 5,000 people online don't either. Nobody knows. Only Faye knows. My visitor started shaking with rage. Her face was wreathed with impossible black. There was an endless abyss in it that stung in my eyes.

Then I realized something. This creature, whatever it is, has had access to Faye's mind for several hours every night, maybe for many years, maybe since she first visited the cabin. She was five years old, and in all that time, it still hadn't learned everything about her. It can never perfectly imitate her because she kept some things buried so deep in her subconscious that not even this thing could find them. Whatever the number five meant to Faye, the deep place is where she kept the secret.

She didn't even go there in her dreams. The next part was all a blur. I said something like... You're the one who speaks to her in her sleep. The visitor kind of nodded. I said... You ask her things. She answered you.

I hear everything she says. A visitor didn't react. Then I said... You've asked her this question. Just like you're asking me now. And she always says, no. No, I can't tell you.

The visitor took another step forward, dragging a hand along. the wall, as Faye had so many times in her sleepwalking fits, raised up on the balls of its feet and twitched violently. It said to me, I will make you tell me. You didn't try to mimic my fiance's voice anymore. It's sucked in huge breasts trying to control its rage. There's a certain feeling you get when you're about to die, when you're in danger, and you might die. Fear completely overwhelms your senses and compels you to flee, to fight, to save yourself somehow. But past that point when you know you're

going to die, that fear becomes useless and disappears. This is after me only once before when I was sucked into a riptide at the beach during an El Nino winter as a teenager. That moment, I just wondered, will my body ever come back to the shore? Will there even know what happened to me? This moment, my heart slowed down, and I didn't feel cold anymore. I just stood there, ready to be mauled to death. I was satisfied in the knowledge that I had not given this creature what it wanted,

and therefore blocked it from using that knowledge as a weapon against Faye. Whatever five meant, saying needed to take full possession of my fiancé, and I wasn't going to let that happen. I laughed. Actually laughed and said, Well, you should out of luck, buddy, because I don't know what the hell that means. Maybe you can tell me when you figure it out.

The imposter laughed right back in my voice, a perfect memory, mimicry. Then it said, Well, that we don't need you anymore. it lunged at me. I have dodged a rabid German shepherd like I was a ninja, but this thing was so fast and so strong and knocked the wind clean out of me. I toppled backwards and crash landed on my shoulders on the tiles near the front door. It unleashed a barrage of blows on my face and neck. It raked my sweatshirt with razor-like claws. I tried my best to defend myself, but it was so dark in my house I couldn't see almost anything. I managed to flail my way free of the its grass for just a second. I pulled myself up to my feet by grabbing the counter, and in doing so, my hand brushed against the little bundle of sage I've been burning. The imposter was on me like lightning, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me with the strength of 250-pound man.

I very ingloriously whirled around and smashed the sage bundle into the creature's face, burnt in first, and wrapped my other arm around its head. Faye's familiar locks tangled in my my fingers. I pulled its head forward and jammed the brittle sage into its eyes as hard as I could, screaming like a banshee. It shrieked and growled in some inhuman language and tried to push me away, but I held on as hard as I could and kept driving my fingers into its eyes, crushing the twigs in them. A memory of Nathan and Tewa's chant surfaced in my mind and I shouted the only part I could pronounce. Taniki Adan. Taniki Adan. Taniki Adan. Taniki Adan. Who knows if I'm even remotely close to the correct spelling.

My hands lit over its face and the mockery of Faye's appearance fell away. I couldn't see in the dark but the face no longer resembled my fiancés. The mouse was much too big for humans and the wet lips draped across the maw of a hundred fangs. Sick. And that was it. Bastard had had enough. It screamed and growled and took off on all fours. Its limbs elongated as it moved farther away from me.

Its shape became recognizably inhuman, even in the pale light. It barreled up the bathroom wall and out the window, and in moments, it was completely gone. I definitely am not afraid to cry. I do it at funerals, at weddings, during the hunchback of Notre Dame, etc. But I'm a little embarrassed to admit how long and hard I cried after the creature left the cabin.

What part of hunchback of Notre Dame do you cry, whatever? The part where he fucking probably gets the tomatoes thrown at him and shit. Oh, that's not a cry moment. That's like a boo-hoo moment. Yeah, that's a laughing moment. Yeah, exactly. Yeah, look at that nerd. He looks different.

Ha-ha, everyone. Let's point and laugh. Gross. Look at him. What a loser. I never felt so utterly, miserably alone in my entire life. I only stopped when the power came back on, probably 20 minutes later. The heater kicked on instantly, and I ran over to shut and locked the bathroom window.

Satellite phone was gone. Gun was gone. Probably outside of the snow or up in a tree or doubt. in a hole. Peaked out the kitchen window and saw something lying on the porch, right near the front door. When I cracked the door open just for a second, I saw that it was T-Way's dream catcher.

It had been destroyed and placed in front of the cabin, mocking me, or reminded me that I was unprotected. I checked the timer on our little baby clock in the kitchen, and it, or a little battery clock in the kitchen, and it read 12.15 a.m. I was going to have to spend another night on this godforsake. cabin yeah because you choke whatever okay but i vowed to myself that at daybreak and i'm out of the conditions i take greg's truck and get down the mountain or die trying i didn't care if i slid off the cliff face i never watched the sun go down in colorado ever again for a while i actually considered

leaving right then in the middle of the night many redditors have recommended me for not doing this before not sure you even in this situation driving in the dark on that icy little road next to the A 400-foot cliff is a complete nope situation. But the mountain had other plans for me. One point ever is sneaking outside to determine how deep the truck was buried. And as I approached, I saw that the snow had been dug out around the two front tires and they had been slashed to ribbons. All I could do was let out a grim laugh and drudge back inside.

At least it was warm in there now. At around 1 a.m., the voices started up. There rose from far off in the woods, several of them at once, groaning and screaming dark allergies, to the night. It was all the same evil gibberish out of thousand times before, but they slowly made their way into the open field and eventually just outside the cabin. I lit the remaining pieces of sage, did it once over of all the windows that weren't barricaded with furniture, also donned the medicine pouch as an ambulance that T-Way and Nathan had given me, hoping they'd be similarly effective in protecting me. Then I remember T-way's useless stream

catcher and imagined my crumpled corpse line in the snow beside it. Outside the front door, I distinctly heard my own voice calling. Faye, it's me, Felix, let me in, let me in. And from near the bathroom window, my voice again saying, Hi, sweetie, I miss you so much. You repeated a few other things I've said on the phone in conversation with her, and even a few things I said to her while she was sleepwalking back at our home in California. There were footsteps on the roof, two, maybe three pairs of little feet stomping all over the ceiling.

Voices of crying children paired with them. I stood there in the kitchen clutching a knife in the herbs, waiting for the end. Voices circled a cabin as though a handful of deranged lunatics were slowly marching around the perimeter, singing the songs of hell as they went. They begged for help, they laughed maniacally, they whispered and screamed and talked entirely to themselves all at once. Their dim shadows passed the windows, curtains over and over. I heard glass breaking in the bedroom and then in the bedroom,

the bathroom. Then, stomping on the roof grew louder, and the voices at the front door grew more urgent. Someone began knocking on the door, and the others tapped on the living room windows. They all started screaming. Hey, say, let us in. Felix, are you there? And then, as if heaven sent, a blinding white light illuminated the entire cabin from outside. All of the window curtains at the front of the house lit up, and the sound of motors drowned out the hellish cries. Someone had driven up to the cabin. I heard doors open and men calling out coherently. Footsteps on the roof thundered overhead to the back of the cabin and the screams of children drifted often in the woods out back, echoing as they withdrew. The ranger

bashed on the front door, calling out my full name, instructing me to come outside. I looked out of the window and saw five men, summoned uniforms, and the ranger. There was a humongous off-road snowplow, two snowmobiles and a big truck that come to save my life. When I went outside, I just walked up and hugged the ranger. He didn't even grab my winter jacket. He informed me that they were getting everyone off the mountain because of the problem with the power grid.

He said he feared I'd freeze to death. Ride down the mountain would have been the happiest ride of my life except for the view. We stayed across slippery, white roads, and even with the truck's high beams on, I could see the biggest... Yeah, I could see the biggest lap. I could see the brightest stars I'd ever witnessed.

But beneath them, dangling in the trees, were dozens and dozens of human bodies. They swung by rope from their feet or necks. Some of them were flayed or missing parts. The ranger did not appear to notice, and I kept my mouth shut. As I passed overhead on our downward crawl, I could almost make out their frozen faces. Lifeless for years, maybe decades.

their black blood stains the trunks of the trees. I'm not sure if these were the spirits, T.W.A. talked about, or if I had simply been experiencing temporary insanity. Not sure I'll ever know who they were, but I'm guessing that if the rangers showed up any later, I would have become one of them. I'll never forget the haunting image of passing underneath them. We arrived at the ranger station and remained there overnight. I slept on a cot in a room about 15 people.

all locals from different places on the mountain. Asked the ranger if he'd heard from T.way or Nathan, but he said he had not. Next morning, when it's been drove me straight to Denver International Airport and I boarded a plane without any luggage whatsoever. Didn't matter. I had my ring in my pocket and I'll never need another jacket again as long as I...

When I finally got home, Fay let me have it. She kept kissing me and yelling at me. I understood she was angry that I'd spent so much time trying to take control of this situation, treating her like a child to disregard her in her, feelings of my crusade to rescue her. What? What do you mean? Tree like a child? What do you mean disregard? She was possessed. Is she not still? What, okay. She was upset that I consigned her to the care of my best friends without asking, but seemed to appreciate their help. Europe. Okay. We're almost

done. Whatever. Richard and Jason were very happy to leave my house and never look Faye in the eye again, although they did have some good news for me. They had not sleep. walks or sleep talks you've done anything out of the ordinary in over 24 hours nothing's been solved they're still all there i mean you took the ring back but that's it this corresponds almost exactly with when i retrieved the ring from the dream catcher after an hour or so over i've reminded me for being a thick-headed idiot fay forgave me and we laid in bed together and talks about everything i apologize to her for the way i treated her and put the ring on her finger she looks relieved to have it back on yeah because it's a demon who's excited to take it back i swore i never screamed

grew up like that again. We both slept a full night. No strange night terrors or bad dreams or sleep disturbances of any kind. And in the morning, yesterday morning, we had Faye's favorite awfuls. At about 11 a.m. I received a call. To my great relief, it was Nathan. I immediately pressed him for information about T-Way and what exactly had happened after they left the cabin that day. He ignored my questions and said very ominously, Please let me speak to the one who followed you home. That's what I thought. I thought. I said something like uh what to which he replied the one that calls itself fey what did i say what did i say my fiance and i had been sitting on the couch watching the most recent game of thrones so i just

sort of handed the phone to her saying it's for you she put it to her ear and said hello and then listen for about a minute i could hear nathan speaking but i could not make out what he was saying suddenly a volcano of black puke exploded from fay's mouth holy shit it absolutely covered the couch and carpet and sit me nearly jumping out of my skin in the process fay doubled over onto the floor like a rag doll coughing and sputtering fell to my knee beside her panicked asking if she was all right picked up the phone and screamed at nathan made to know what he had said to her nathan just said please felix please listen then proceeds to recite some sort of chant or incantation wave of syrupy vomit rushed up my throat and out of my mouth, and as with Faye, it was oily black.

I'm actually a metaphor, so vomiting sends me into a state of near Catatonia, but Faye had made a quick recovery and was right there to nurse me back to my senses. Nathan spoke to me a bit more and explained what he had done. I'll get to that in a bit. Faye and I spent the rest of the day feeling queasy and eventually went to urgent care across the road to get checked out. Yeah, looks like you got ghost in your blood. Sorry to hear. Well, you're borderline possessed. Thank God you came to urgent care. Don't worry. We'll get you not fixed up in a jiffy, but you will be gone. They gave us blood tests and checked our vitals and sent us home, telling us that we'd suffered minor food poisoning. It's those damn

waffles. So those waffles. But I know deep down, it wasn't the damn waffles. That's funny. Thankfully, for the past several hours, we've been feeling much better. I mentioned a while back that Teeway and Nathan had a disagreement over who the real Faye was. Whether it was even possible for a duplicate of my fiancé to exist. When they hiked back down the mountain from the cabin a few days ago, they had to go up into the forest to avoid the snow collapses all over the road. Out there in the woods, they heard the crying of a woman, followed it to an abandoned mine. Both of them knew that it was very likely a trick, but T-way said that it was their duty to explore the possibility that Faye was alive

somewhere on the mountain. The blizzard came on earlier than expected. They stood at the mouth of the mine listening to the begging of a young woman somewhere off in the dark, but concluded that his voice was too unusual to be a human's. Boy, yawning up a storm. I am yawning

up a storm. T.way and Nathan decided to bless the entrance of the mine, which could ward off its dark inhabitants, but they're chaining enraged whatever lived in it. Came out of the tunnel. and snatched T-way. He screamed all the way down into the dark Nathan could not follow.

He ran away, terrified, but got lost in the blizzard. He wandered for an hour, fearing death, and eventually came upon a skinned body swinging from a low tree branch. It was so fresh, the blood hadn't yet fully frozen. Nathan knew it was his father's corpse.

Well, that's brutal. Poor T-way. Yeah. Eventually, he found his way back home. He said his father's voice guided, him out of the squall. Nathan explained to me that the imposter's goal of taking over someone's mind was different from his penchant for killing people.

These creatures hunt and kill at random, salvaging the human parts they need to walk the earth as mortals for a short time. But their real pleasure derives from conquering a person from within. Faye was one of the unlucky few that are chosen in this way, and the imposter's fixation on her

had lasted for decades. After long enough, their continued presence in the body and mind of victims leave the stain on the soul. This corruption necessitates a purge, hence the barf party we held in the living room. If stains, by the way, I've thus failed to banish. Nathan invited me to the funeral ceremony for T-Way.

I sadly declined as I'm already on the verge of losing my job and flat broke from this experience. Okay, remind me to come back to that line. But I promise that I'd honor his memory in my own way. I can't go back to that place. Fortunately, Nathan was more than, understanding and promise we'd meet again soon. I'm still thinking about all of this. I do not yet have all the pieces of the puzzle. If you're looking for all the answers, you're going to have

to help me find them. But I think I have part of this figured out. The imposter gave Fay's ring back to me. They wanted me to destroy the dream catcher. The ring was an object of great sentimental value, both to Fay and to our relationship. Creature used it to invade Fay's mind and control her thoughts. Its goal was to convince her that it was me. so that she could welcome it into our house late at night. The home, Nathan said, symbolically represents the body, which says the ring represents our union. To be welcomed to the home is to be granted access to Faye.

But because the imposter could not learn everything it needed from Faye to mimic me, it gave up on that project and instead came after me. It returned the ring to me, thus giving up its power over Faye, but I broke the dream catcher to retrieve it. As it turns out, the creepy of mysterious dream catcher was in fact protecting the cabin and everyone inside it, which is why the imposter needed to be invited in. When I broke it, the creature could easily come in and killed me, but it needed information from me before it did.

He needed to know when a phase darkest secrets to rule her. Not sure I'll ever unravel the mystery of the number five, but I do know one thing. Not knowing what it means actually save Faye's life. Not sure I ever want to know. as for fay she's back to normal and in perfect health she sleeps soundly and only mumbles a bed which is pretty normal for her her six sense of humor has returned as well last night as we went to sleep she turned out the light and said thank you for trying so hard then she leaned over and looked to my face i would kill her beat beat you sick bitch i'm getting the elbows are in the face who are you it's like yeah just start punching her that's the end of the tim part series There's two edits. That's just the edit of him saying.

I am overwhelmed with the reception of your words. Then thank you for the gold. That is the end of the 10-part series. And there is more. So I know people are going to be bitching and complaining. It still goes on. We get it, dude. Maybe we'll come back to one day.

I think this is a good place to stop. I like it. There's a couple things. The ending, I wish it didn't spell it out that much. You know, also the thing about him just calling him and then, them expelling the stuff

feels a bit rushed maybe. So I'm curious to see the ending if it changed a bit over the course of the hardcover book, you know? Because that, it doesn't, it feels also good. This is, I dare I say, one of the best that we've read, Isaiah. In terms of creepiness,

the execution at the end felt a little Alfred Hitchcock psycho of like, well, you see it happened because of this. And it kind of just quickly wraps up with a little cell phone chant how do you feel about that? All right, so let me, let me say this first

before anything I say gets misinterpreted. I love the story. It was great. That's a solid overall. That's a solid eight out of ten for me, I think. The horror works so well in some parts. I can't, like I said, talking about like his wife being puppeted around the hallway and stuff.

I was in it. I was in the trenches. There were parts I was imagining my wife in that position, you know, what I would do. The uncanniness, like the beckoning into the darkness and stuff like that, the mimic out in the tree line that's copying her, stuff like that. All that was like cash, right? I loved it so much.

So good. And the ending did lose me. The ending did lose me a bit. The part that really, okay, so I think it's really the 10th part that did most of the damage. And again, like I said earlier, the scares were so good, they're not taken away by my, my gripes with the ending um for one i love the part i did like where it went but i like the part of in the shadow of the house it's now fully taken over phase form right and it's like just come back to bed like in my head she's like naked it's like uh it's like a siren almost right yeah yeah like she's

shadowed she said like just come back to bed yeah like it's it's like a angler fish lure almost right um and I like that visual on its own. And then everything around that I didn't like at all. No, I didn't like to fight or anything like that. So, okay, it wants to no phase mind. All right. I will buy that for why it didn't kill him outright. When he fell asleep, it possessed him,

made him open the window. It came in and then pretended to be her so that it could learn what the five was, right? Sure. I'll buy that. It then going, well, now looks like we don't need you. And then attacking him, You know what that reminds me of unironically.

Do you remember in Revenge of the Sith when Yoda just starts like pulls out a lightsaber and just starts fighting? Yeah. That's exactly what that felt like to me. Because like Yoda throughout the whole series is like a super ancient mystic. You feel like he can move a planet with his mind if he wanted to. And it's like, oh, no, in a fight. He just says like, hold my earrings, car.

Yeah, exactly. That is what he says. He just starts doing kick flips and stuff. It's like, oh, that's all he does in a fight. And here it felt like, oh, this ancient mystic beast that's like the souls of these dead warriors invigorated, they just like, they just scratch at you and you can stop them. A human man can stop one. Like, it's kind of interesting. I mean, I agree.

It really lost me in that way. Also, the mysterious part of five and just being like, I don't know what five means either, which also the mystery unravels, I'm sure goes more into that. but it just didn't feel I think that maybe when he was writing it he didn't even know really what that the author maybe didn't know really what that meant either all of the Native Americans like maybe he had something to mind

I feel like it was too specific otherwise I mean probably you know what I honestly think it is I think it is I think it's something to do with her mom because her mom was like did all this that's why I think it is probably probably probably probably all I know is

such a probably one of the funnest and most unnerving journey for sure still think like that pin pal kind of embraska kind of reveal still hit a little harder in terms of like as a complete full story well this one was just like the way it's set up the just the imagery and stuff such a fun spooky read it was oh the the scares in this were through the roof like his wife so good and stuff like that and i liked a lot of the reveal stuff like when tway was talking about the natives and whatever um that was fun oh i remember the line of the n i said remind me to come back to this when he's like i couldn't go to tway's funeral because i have a job i

have to go to and stuff it's like dude you just now survived everything and that guy saved your life you can't fucking go to his funeral that too that too but all yeah that guy literally died for you went to the mind to try to find a wife of skin and you're like draw i've got this IT job i can't give up on but all not only that this guy now has undeniable evidence of the afterlife of religion. He now knows for a fact. Money should not even be on the front of your mind. Yeah. Why on earth are you talking about

a job? Go away. Go like go live with go live at the reservation with Nathan. Like, you know, put it together. He just talked over the phone and you shot a demon out of your stomach. Yeah. He's like, sorry. I actually have to get back to the fourth grade class. I, I teach.

Sorry, Nathan. Nathan's like, okay. That's definitely that's definitely a text response kind of moment of Nathan just texting back, K. Yeah, like, and then, and then, uh, Felix, uh, Felix transcribes that as he totally understood. It's like, yeah, he totally understood. And Nathan's like, okay, yeah, sure.

Well, fuck yourself. I'm real glad my dad died to save you and your wife. T. Tway also, I just want to say one of the goat characters of the creepy pastas we've read. Yeah, Tway's cool. Love T. Tway rules. Oh, although I also, I agree with what you said to.

I didn't like the, uh, I didn't like the throw up at the end. kind of no it's i mean like you could have set that up in a way where maybe would have works but also i want to say too that all of the kind of like quirky comedy that's thrown in as like him staying composed i really it almost took me out a couple times i was trying not every single time it showed up it made yeah i wanted to say something each time i'm like man i'm just going to keep derailing it i just want to but like him being like yeah and trust me californ god like actually likes this state or whatever i'm like it just it feels like even the author isn't taking the

like it is not taking it seriously. Why should I care? Yeah exactly where it's like well it's not that series if the fucking guy still like yeah well that just happened or whatever yeah that was that one where he was what is it that killed me so much where he was like um erm hello

or whatever yeah I don't know the viewers will know but oh and although I mean I still I would love I would absolutely love to see a second draft I need to buy the book I got the hard cover the hard cover was It's also, like we said, this book is on Amazon right now, Stolen Tongues, and the cover is awesome.

There was a hard book. There was a hardback version that I got that wasn't prime, though, so I don't know. I think that might be like a reseller or something like that, but there's paperback versions that you can prime. I'm pretty sure, like, all of these, they're like nine to 15 bucks or whatever. The hardback was only, even only 30 as well, which isn't too bad for probably a big book. But I'm very curious to see how that gets changed and stuff because we've heard a lot of people say too that like oh the the book version is better and even the author is like yeah i got to go in

and change stuff so there is elements to it but i would say 90% of the story i was totally fine like i was like this is sick so if it's that even 5% better it's just going to be that much better of a like viewing experience so yeah i really did love the store i cannot emphasize how scared i was how much that the uh the possession scenes worked for me stuff like that i love this this is a better example also of my wife is peeking around corners at me. Yes. I was going to say the execution of this is way better, way more unnerving. I think, and you know, honestly, it might be because we're technically aren't at the end of the story.

That could be where some of the shortcomings are. I would really like to know what a definitive ending will be because I feel like the ending was way too happy. Well, yeah, that's one thing about horror is you, you take. take all the wind out of your sales with a happy ending like an ending almost has to be tragic for the events to feel tragic throughout the entire thing throughout the entire story so ending on a happy ending here just is like eh but also it doesn't feel deserved like just having a guy call up and be like I need to talk with that thing you brought back and then him saying to say it just doesn't there is probably a way you can do it but this is just too quick um it's for you

yeah or it's just that kind of shit so i like you know i all and all like i no story is ever perfect by the way and this was the first draft and i'd love to see where the author takes it from here because man talk about talk about a rough draft this was great i loved it oh it's amazing so good so well the writing on the fears worked so well that was amazing this is by far the best uh reddit title video we've had like i think so yeah i think so and i think um this is probably one of the best stories we've read in a while you know like this feels like a heavy hitter it's it's nice to feel like you can still stumble up across these which is the funest part about this podcast that's why I love this podcast is like it's almost identical to finding like good horror movies

you have to yeah yeah the idea of watching horror movies is fun even if you go through bad ones but man when a good one hits fuck it's like so memorable and this is going to be one of those stories I think it's just super memorable so so stoked and like I said we'll be sure to the Amazon link in there, please go give that love. And also, if you've enjoyed this podcast, pick up the copy of the book to see what the difference is and read it on your own. You know, I'd be so curious to hear what people think of the book. Yeah, I would like to hear comments about that and stuff. I'm going to go ahead and buy it, I think. I would, yeah, go ahead. I did mine as well. I've gotten, also I got the both

the black farm books as well from the feed pig. I got both. Now, the black farm I absolutely need to read because I got both of those the black farm and return my favorite that might be my favorite that might be my favorite story we've read on here maybe I mean it's a strong one man I mean in terms of scares I do think this is better this is more scary stolen tongues is stronger I still am just like I just love love pin pal love it I love pen pal's top three for me easily yeah but man we've read some good ones haven't we oh man there's so much good stuff and that makes me appreciate and like I'm glad that we go through the shitty ones, too, because it really does make me appreciate this. Appreciate the good stuff, yeah.

Because you're almost, you're kind of like, you're putting your shield up being like, but then when it starts, when a story starts to win you over, I feel like I can just feel myself actually starting to smile and be like, oh man, this is like actually, I'm like, I'm having a good time. Yeah, I'm having fun, which is nice. So, yeah, but we won't take up any more of your time. We appreciate you sticking around for so long. Felix Blackwell, fucking awesome story, guys.

The book is stolen tongues. Be sure to check it out. fucking go give it you know it only helps the author and future stuff he makes too so go check it out pick up a book you know support the lad and uh we'll fucking see you on the next one also looking forward to the tour we'll see you there we'll see you all there

thanks for the support on everything also go to stock or going on now Windygoon flies out this week that's why yeah the tour's happening right now yeah he's getting ready to leave so we were recording this before it I can't wait to hear how it happens or what happens with it afterwards so good good luck with your flights Isaiah

thank you hopefully I don't die. We'll see how that goes. Bye, bye, everyone. Bye, bye, everyone. Don't die in a freak cabin exit. If the tribal elder is about to walk away from, if the tribal elder is about to walk away from the cabin, go with him. That's all I have to say. There you go.

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