Snook - 4+ Hours of Horrifying Scary Stories

Episode Date: September 6, 2026

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Ted the caver. March 23, 2001. Due to the overwhelming number of requests I've received to tell about my discoveries and bizarre experiences in a cave, not far from my home, I have created this webpage. I will outline the events that happened to me during the past few months, beginning with my journey into a familiar cave in December 2000 and ending. Well, it hasn't actually ended yet. I will use my caving journal as the text to tell about my recent experience. I will give them to you as I experienced them in chronological order. I have included photos that were taken during my many trips into the cave.

I have also created a few illustrations to help the reader get a better idea of what things looked like in the cave. All of the photos were taken by me, or one of the few people I went into the cave with. I want to point out a few things before I tell about the cave. the events. Number one, most of the pictures were taken with a Kodak disposable type camera. I took a better camera into the cave on one or two the trips. Pictures on this site are all original photos and have not been messed with or enhanced, other than where noted. As a rule, I get my pictures put onto disk at the time of developing, so I don't have to scan them later. This ensures the best

digital quality. Number two, I will not reveal the names of the other people. involved in this experience. If you know me well enough, you probably know them already. Number three, I will not reveal the location of the cave to anyone for any reason. So please don't ask. I refuse to be held accountable for anyone's life by my own. I will refer to the cave as mystery cave. That is not its real name. If you think these events sound far-fetched, I agree. I would come to the same conclusion, had I not experienced them. I will try to finish the site as soon as possible. Check the date on the main page to see when I've made updates. To protect myself from people who might want to copy this site, I will include the following. All texts on this and following pages

are my own words and copyright 2001. Ted. I will divide the text into two colors for the sake of clarity. The gray text is taken directly from my caving journal, The italicized blue text is my comment as I reflect on the experience. I will do my best to convey the thoughts and feelings I had during the entire event. I will not use the actual names of the other individuals involved. I will include the entire relevant text of my journal. Only small parts of the journal will I skip. This will only occur when the entry has nothing to do with the experience in the cave,

such as eating dinner after a trip, getting fuel or snacks, irrelevant details, etc. My journal is fairly thorough. I will merely summarize what I am cutting out of the actual entry. In an effort to present this experience in as accurate light as possible, I will type my journal as I wrote it. Sands grammar check, please overlook my errors. My additional comments will help to clarify the things I wrote in my journal.

And hopefully, guys, before we get into his journal, hopefully that makes sense. The two colors kind of show different things. The gray text is from the caving journal, and then the blue text is his comments. I will have the original kind of photos on screen so you can see the difference if you kind of want to fall along. But yeah, just a quick note. I know I just reiterated that, but just for clarity's sake. Anyways, on to his caving journal.

Caving journal, December 30th, 2000. B and I decided to get in one more caving trip before the new year. So we set our sights on Mystery Cave. Not a spectacular cave, but since neither of us had been caving in a while, it would be nice to go to any cave. There was a bit of excitement to this trip. There was a small passage in the lower portion of the cave that I wanted to check out to see if it was possible to get past it. It had a small opening, but lots of air blowing out of it. Even though it is way too small to climb through, I had never even checked to see what was inside the passage.

We got our gear loaded up and hit the road by 3 p.m. We got to the cave in great time, since Bee likes to drive fast. We anchored from the usual tree and began to repel into the cave. I went down first and got my gear together while Bee came down. I will refer to B many times. We have been caving together for many months now. He was injured in a caving accident a few years ago and was told he would never walk again. Through hard work and perseverance, he not only walks but can get around very well in caves.

The trickier parts of a cave might slow him down a bit, but he can make it. He patiently works through an obstacle until he gets past it. As for the reference to the small opening in the cave, there is a saying among cavers. If it blows, it goes. Meaning if a passage has good airflow, it is probably worth investigating. After we explored all of the usual passages we climbed down to check out the hole, the hole is located deep in the cave, near the lowest part of the cave. It is on the side of a cave wall, about three feet from the floor. To look inside the hole, I had to kneel down to duck under an overhang of rock. And then the

photo of the opening. And oh boy, look at this. And for everyone just listening and not watching, it is a super tight hole. I mean, his glove, barely his hand can get through it. That's how small the hole is. So, I mean, yeah, very tight and that's what they're talking about. And anyways, O.P. continues. I used my backup mini-mag light and held it inside the hole to see what I could see. I was excited by what I saw. The wall around the hole was about three to five inches thick. It led into a tight passage. The passage opened up a bit just inside the hole. It continued back about 10 to 12 feet in a small crawl space. After that, it seemed to really open up. Although, how much we couldn't tell. This could be a version passage. Obviously, no one has passed through this route,

but there could be a way into the passage from the other side. To even get to the crawl space, we would have to enlarge the opening. Currently, it is about the size of my fist. Once we get past the opening, we would have a tight crawl back to where it opened up. It would take some work, but we thought we could do it. We sat down for a few minutes to rest and contemplate our plan of attack. While we sat there in the darkness, we could hear the wind howling from the other side of the passage. It was a low, eerie noise. We could also hear a low rumble from time to time. No big deal, though. The cave is in the vicinity of a highway that has heavy trucks drive on it. We figured the rumble was the effect of the trucks resonating through the rocks. We determined that our best plan would be to

haul a cordless drill into the cave to drill into the rock. Then we would take a bullpen and small sledgehammer to break up the rock. It seemed pretty straightforward. We would widen the hole big enough to squeeze in and see what was on the other side. The efforts to haul all of the equipment down to the hole would be a pain, but we hoped it would be worth it. I named the passage Floyd's tomb after Floyd Collins. It seemed to look like the tight spot where Floyd spent his last miserable days on earth. And then O.P. shares a picture of kind of a drawing of what he thinks it looks like.

And yeah, super, super tight area. And they want to break through the original entrance that is, you know, three inches wide or thick, super small. And then the kind of wide passageway. And they want to get to the unknown area, but they can't really see what's past that since it's about 20 feet away. But yeah, super tight space. If you have claustrophobia,

I'm sure you're starting to get a little bit freaked out. Yeah, super interesting and scary. And then the O.P. leaves his note on this. Floyd Collins was a caver back in the early 1900s. He got stuck in a tight cross space and was unable to free himself. It is an amazing story that is detailed in a book called Trapped, the Story of Floyd Collins. I think that was the title. I don't recall the author. Calling our passage Floyd's tomb was not only a tribute to Floyd, but a commentary of the size of the passage. Ha-ha, in retrospect, it is funny how simple I thought it was going to be. I figured a few hours work and we would be in.

Had I known how long it was going to take, I doubt I would have even begun the project. Had I known what I was going to experience in the cave, I never would have returned. We gathered up our gear and headed for the surface. Normally, I wouldn't care less if I ever came back into this cave. There is nothing special about it. But now I was psyched about getting back and getting through.

We hadn't even left the cave and we were planning on our return trip. The rest of the journal entry talked about the climb out of the cave, our dinner, and our trip back home. January 27th through the 28th, 2001. B and I were both excited to get back into the cave and get to work. I figured with about four hours work, we would be in and see what was on the other side. We had arranged to borrow a dual. Walt cordless drill to bring with us. We also had masonry bits to drill with. Sledgehammers, two, to break up the rock, bullpins to insert into the drill holes, and a few other tools that we ended

up not using. Getting the tools down to the work site proved to be a challenge. One of us would climb down the rope and stop at a ledge or good resting place. Then the other person would lower the tools. We kept repeating this routine until we got to the bottom of the cave. Then we had to drag the tools to the hole. It took about an hour to finally get to work. B took the first turn at the hole. After an hour of exhausting work, we could tell that we were not going to get through in one session. We kept trading off after we worked ourselves into a sweat. One would take a break and get some food and water, while the other one went to work. The routine went like this. To begin work, we had to get down on our knees and do our best to avoid smacking our heads on the ceiling. Working in this awkward

position, we would drill into the wall around the hole. That was difficult work. We really had to push on the drill, and it was still slow progress. Then we inserted the bullpen into the hole and hammered on it until the rock broke up. Then we would repeat the process. To give you an idea of how slow it went, the typical size rock that would break off was about fingernail size. If we broke off a large piece about a third the size of my palm, it was caused for celebration. From time to time, for variety, we would just wail on a cold chisel with a five-pound sledge. It was slow progress. The problem with the sledge was that we couldn't take a good swing because of the tight quarters. Enough though, we spent many hours and several trips working on the hole. We never did find a

better technique for widening the hole. The drill slash bullpen slash hammer got the best results for our efforts. We came up with some crazy ideas for breaking up the rock. Everything from T&T, never seriously considered, to hauling a generator to the mouth of the cave and running an extension cord down to a jackhammer. We even thought about using liquid nitrogen to freeze the rock and make it more brittle. After a couple hours of hard work, we realized what our limited factor was going to be. It was about then that our first battery met an abrupt death. We had a second of a battery, so we swapped them out. The second battery lasted a little longer because we hammered and chiseled a little more often and a little longer each time. Finally, after about three more hours

of drudge Ray, the second battery died, and we called it a night. Woo, we could tell that we had done some work in the cave, but it was not much. For the first time since we got in the cave, we sat back, both of us, took a break. It was nice to check out the results of our hard work. Then we noticed the howling again. It seemed to be a little louder than the first time we were there. We just figured the wind was blowing a little stronger outside. What we could not figure out was the rumbling. It too seemed to be louder and more frequent.

This time we could not attribute the noise to trucks. The robe that the trucks drove on was not very busy to begin with. At the time of nights it should be dead. Yet the rumbling continued. It seemed to be coming from deep. than the passage. B said he would ask some veteran cavers what could be caused the noise. We didn't spend a long time admiring our work. We still had to haul the gear up and out of the cave. Actually, we left some of it in the cave. It was still difficult work. What made it worse was that

we were both exhausted. Our original plan was to be done with this cave and hit a couple of other caves in the area the next day. Instead, we decided to crash at a nearby motel. Charge up the drill batteries and go back to Mystery Cave. And then there's the picture of the work they've done on the hole. Originally, remember, it had the super small, it was super small. I mean, barely get your glove through it, but now it's slightly bigger. Not a lot. I mean, considering they're trying to fit into that thing, they need to do a lot of work. And so they've made progress, but not a lot. My journal goes on at length about the night after we left the cave. a room, dinner was excellent, I didn't sleep good despite the fact I was exhausted, etc. We both slept

in, so we got a late start back into the cave. The second day working on the cave went about the same as the first. We worked until both batteries went dead again. We were still not even close to getting through. The howling and rumbling continued as the day before. On caving. Before I continue with the next journal entry, I thought it might be helpful to the reader to explain a little bit about about caving and about the atmosphere in the cave. As I reread and think about my description of the cave, I notice that much of the language I use in my caving journal and the descriptions, or lack thereof, assume that the reader has a knowledge of caving in what it is like inside a cave. In other words, I write my journals from me. I will take this time to give a more detailed

description of the cave. I will tell about what it was like while we worked on the cave. and I will summarize our feelings up to this point. The cave was discovered several decades ago, when construction in the area unearthed its entrance. From that time to the present, it has been visited by mostly locals in the area and avid cavers in the region. Beer cans can be found intermittently in the cave,

mostly in the upper half. When the cave was first entered, it was probably beautiful. Dust, graffiti, vandals, pigeons, and regular use have diminished its appeal. There are still places in the cave where small formations remain undisturbed as a reminder of what the rest of the cave used to look like. To enter the cave, one must have a good length of rope in order to repel down into the rock. A nearby tree serves as a good anchor point. Once the rope is tied to the tree, about 20 feet away from a small cliff,

it can be tossed over the edge of the cliff to a small ledge, 15 feet below. Cavers can then descend the short distance to the entrance. Once inside the cave, artificial light must be used. My light source of choice is a battery-operated helmet-mounted light, known as a TAG light. Safe caving calls for at least two sources of backup lighting. For my backup lighting, I have a mini-mag light mounted by my helmet, and another helmet-mounted light in my pack, which I always carry with me. I also have glow sticks that I carry with me.

These are not considered good sources of backup light by some, but they are good use for taking lunch breaks, and they could be used to get out of a cave if the other sources fail. After a short climb over large rocks, the caver comes to a large pit. The same rope is used to reach the bottom of the pit. The drop is only 50 feet or so, but it is not free hanging. In other words, you can't slide straight down the rope, which is preferable. You have to snake your way around sharp rocks as you descend. The ascent is made more difficult for the same reason.

The pit varies in diameter from about 10 feet to 3 or 4 in a few places. The walls are lined with a sharp white rock called popcorn. Let me correct that. It used to be white, but is now covered with dust and dirt that was kicked down from above by years of caving. The popcorn makes it painful to brush against the side of the pit. My choice of clothing is Levi's, T-shirt, gloves, and knee pads. I usually leave the cave with few scrapes, but at least I'm comfortable while I climb around inside. The temperature is stable year-round.

It feels cool in the summer and warm in the winter. We have gone in on freezing days, and 10 feet into the cave, it is warm enough that coats are not needed. It is a good temperature to work in, as we learned. For this size drop, I usually use a figure-8 descending device. For the climb up, I attach myself to the rope using a petzel ascender, but I climb up on my own without using the device. It is there merely as a safety attachment in case I slip. Other cavers have their own methods of getting down and up.

At the bottom of the drop, the caver gets to do some crawling for a while. There is a small room, about six by six feet, at the bottom that gives the caver a spot to leave his harness and descending slash ascending gear. Since there's no more steep drops, the harness is not needed and will only get in the way. Once the caver gets down to the six-by-six room, he can take a break under a ledge while the rest of the party comes down. Then he must drop to his knees to negotiate a 10-foot-long passage that is only a few feet high. This is where the knee pads come in handy. The floor is covered with a soft dirt, intermingled with bits of broken rock from above.

The thin layer of dirt does nothing to soften the blow to the hands and knees as the caver works down the crawl space. As a reward, at the end of the crawl, he gets to drop to his belly and scoot under a tight squeeze. Not really tight, just something low enough to make the caver scoot along in the dirt. Once the caver gets on the other side of the squeeze, there are a few feet of crawl space. Then the cave opens up enough to stand. For most of the rest of the cave, the caver can stand, or at least stoop. The cave splits off into several passages at this point. Two routes wind around rocks and crevasses and come to abrupt dead ends.

The other two lead to small pools of water. Each route is fun to explore. They all lead on for a hundred feet or so in a gradual downward slope. Most of the time the caver can walk upright in the passages. Other times he will have to climb over large boulders or occasionally crawl on hands and knees. Water is a common occurrence in caves. I've been told that one of the local residents was one of the first people in the cave and that his cousin dove into the pool using scuba gear.

He said the cave continued down for a couple hundred feet underwater. What they were hoping for, and what happens frequently is that the passage comes up somewhere else, with virgin cave passages to explore. Unfortunately, I don't possess the knowledge to give more detail about the types of rocks in the cave. When we were drilling, we would have some parts that were easier to drill than others, and there were different colors in the rocks, refer to the photos taken to the cave, but that is the best I can do to describe the makeup of the cave.

At the point, the cave splits into four roots. The two passages that dead end are to the immediate left of the caver. Straight ahead and to the right are the passages that lead to pools of water. The entrance to the passage on the right is the largest of the four. The arched opening rises nearly 10 feet in the air, ending a mere foot below the cave ceiling. As the caver enters the passage and ceiling gradually lowers until it is about six feet high. It continues at the same height for the 40 feet that the passage travels in a continuous direction.

This section of cave resembles a hard rock mine. Its arch nearly perfect in the floor flat and easy to walk on. It's easy to picture rusty mine cars on rail lines and dust covered miners with blistered hands, gripping dull picks. The pseudo-mine comes to an end and the caver is once again forced to drop onto hands and knees and get reacquainted with the floor of the cave. This time the crawl lasts about 20 feet. The floor is sloping gently downward for the first half of the crawl, then it gets fairly steep and slippery. Able-body cavers can still climb carefully down the slippery slope. When I go with B, I carry the end of the rope that we used to get down to this point. I usually

need to tie another short length of the rope to the first rope to make sure he can use it to reach the bottom. The crawl lasts a few feet beyond the bottom of the slide. Over the next 10 to 12 feet, the caver slowly begins to regain the standing position. After walking a few feet, in climbing down a short drop-off, the caver arrives at a small level area, which has a passage leading down immediately to the left. The passage ends 75 feet later at one of the small bodies of water. To the right, is a rock wall. Straight ahead is an indentation in the wall which goes back about three feet. On the wall at the rear of the indent is a small hole, about the size of a softball. To get near the hole, the cave ducks under an overhang and kneels upon the rocks that rise above the floor

by a few inches. By the time the caver reaches at this point, he is either warm or sweating, and the first thing he notices is the cool breeze blowing out of the hole. It was my recognition of this as a potential doorway to an unexplored portions of the cave that ultimately led to this telling of my experience. As has been my tradition for all the years I've been caving, the party reaches a point in the cave, usually at the deepest part of the cave, that all lights are extinguished, complete blackness fills the eyes. For a moment, the individual caver strains the eye muscles, focusing in and out with the expectation of catching a crumb of light somewhere in the false night. after several futile moments, the caver turns his head at the sound, perhaps another caver,

only to have the other senses return, and then heightened. The sounds, smells, and feelings that have been overlooked at this point come racing to the caver in perfect detail. The pain of their own behind sitting on the cave floor. The smell of dust, sweat, guineau, the sound of modern material shifting on age-old rock as cavers attempt to find comfort on this solid foundation. At the back of every caver's mind at this time is, what if?

What if a person had to climb out of the cave with no light? Would he make it? Would he find all of the turns and bends which got him to this place? If not, would a rescue party find him in time? The depth of darkness recognized at this time is something that is rarely experienced outside a cave. Many first-time cavers erroneously declare that they have to hold their hand to within two to three inches of their face before they can see it.

The truth is the human eye is incapable of seeing in an absence of light. If they did not hear something coming toward them, they would feel it before they saw it. Complete and total dark. This exercise is a great way to remind people to take backup lighting. As we proceeded to work in the cave, we developed a system pretty early and little changed in succeeding trips. The first time in the cave B took first shift at chipping away at the opening. After about in half hour, he needed a break so he took over. He told me what worked best and I continued doing the same.

We would try new things from time to time to use new muscles but usually stuck to the same method. We would use the masonry bit and pressing the drill as hard as we could and drill out a hole in the rock. Safety glasses and dust masks were worn while working. Then we would insert the bullpen and hammer into the rock and break out small chunks of the cave, then we would drill another hole and repeat the process. Occasionally the drill would hit a soft spot in the rock, and that would step would be shortened. We would work until we became too tired to continue, then B and I would trade. While one of us was working, the other one would remain in the darkness and either eat or drink

or just lay down on the cave floor, padded by rope bags. After just a few rotations, we were tired enough to catch a nap while taking a break. The only light we used was the helmet light on the head of the worker, since it was pointing toward the hole. The resting person was left mostly in the dark. This was a welcome benefit, since the resting person was usually, well, resting. The rest break was also a chance to cool down a bit, which didn't take long in the cooler temperature of the cave. Fortunately, the temperature of the cave allowed us to work pretty hard and not overheat much. I remember that I frequently looked and the hole and thought, hey, it's big enough, I think I can squeeze through, only to be

disappointed in my attempt. However, even after the first attempt and failure, I knew that I would keep working on the hole until I got through. This despite the fact that I knew it would take many more hours of hard work. It actually became an obsession with me. I tried to get out to the cave and work as often as I could. I hope that the passage led to a larger, undiscovered cave that we would be the first ones to enter. I guess the explorer may want to find a new frontier there in the cave. Since B is such an avid caver, he was motivated by the same desire to find a new unexplored cave. What we did find was, not at all, what I expected. February 10, 2001. Scarcely two weeks had gone by, and already, we had been, and already

we are on our way back out to work in the cave. We admit we have become obsessed with the idea of getting through the passage. That may be a sign of how exciting our lives really are. It's not that we think there is going to be something great beyond the passage. We just like the idea of being the first humans on the face of the planet to set foot in a virgin part of the cave. Although if we found a hidden treasure, that would be found with us. We got a late start and drove part of the way in the dark. When I tell people that I go camping, caving at night, they wonder why. They don't stop to think that it is always night once you're inside the cave. All the way out to Mystery Cave, we talked about new ideas to speed up our work.

B also told me he talked to some caver friends of his that came up with an explanation about the rumbling noise. They thought it might be the sound of water deep within the cave, possibly a waterfall. They couldn't really explain what the noise seemed to come and go. To me, it is just one more reason to get through. So we can start. solve the mystery. This trip, we took Bees Dog. Whip. She says Jack Russell Terrier. I was not at all concerned about taking the dog into the cave. We have taken her before. She answers the call of nature before we go in and then waits until we get out again. Also, she is well behaved inside the cave. We simply had to lower her via a custom-made harness until she reached the bottom of the main drop.

Then she negotiated the rest of her own. She loves to explore. but won't go out of our sight. She doesn't have a light attached to her, so she has to wait for us. Another reason I didn't mind bringing whip along was because we planned on putting her into the small hole and see how far into the passage she would go. That might give us an idea what is on the other side. We knew that if there were a drop-off that we couldn't see,

the dog would turn around and come right back out. We thought we might have to do some work on the hole before even the dog could get through. And then there's a picture of B's dog, Whip. Just going through the cave, a cute picture. Despite working in the dark of the night, we were able to rig up and get down pretty quickly. We didn't take as many tools as last time. Plus, we left some in the hole so we wouldn't have to haul the mountain back in again.

I did manage to get two more batteries for the drill for a total of four. Also, a few more masonry drill bits. Even with the dog, we made good time getting down. Then something bizarre. happened that I can't quite explain. The dog began exploring as soon as we let her off the rope. She was in hog heaven, sniffing and darting around around our feet. She would run from one person to the other as we made our way back to the work site. At the point the cave splits into four passages, the dog seemed to run out of juice. She just stuck right by either B or me. That seemed kind of

odd. As we progressed further into the cave, she would only stay with B. She seemed edgy, like she saw something she didn't like. As we approached the short drop-off before the hole, she stopped and would only come further after we coaxed her. The hair on her back stood on end. Finally, as we got to within 20 feet of the hole, she began to whimper and hide behind B. Her tail was between her legs and she was cowering down on the ground. Strange. I have seen her square off with dogs twice her size, but,

Now she acted as if Satan himself was lurking in the darkness. I figured there must have been animals that used the cave as a home. And Whip smelled their scent. Too bad it upset her because there was no way she was going into the passageway. We decided that with this new development, the nervous dog, one of us would work while the other one stayed with the dog a few feet away from where we normally rested. We got right back into our routine of drilling, hammering, etc. With our extra supply of batteries, we were able to really push hard on the drill and not have to worry about using up the batteries.

This did not make our work any easier, but it did speed things up a little bit. Progress was still slow. I really didn't mind it, though. My journal goes on for a while about the progress we were making. The entire time we worked, WIP did not move. She just laid there on a rope bag, shivering. She would whimper from time to time. One thing I didn't think about at the time was that she would not take her eyes off of the hole.

We should have been more observant of this intuitive animal. We were on the fourth battery when the second bizarre thing happened to us. B was working. He had just finished drilling a hole and was getting ready to hammer at the bullpen when he stopped working and looked into the hole. I was kicking back, almost asleep, and hardly paying attention to B. He had a light by his side to illuminate the work area. I could see in the eerie glow a puzzled and intense look on his face. He looked over at me and shook his head.

I asked him what was up. He said that he swore he just heard a strange noise emanating from the hole. He said it sounded like rock sliding on a rock, sort of a grinding sound. I assumed his ears were just ringing from the drill. He didn't wear any earplugs this trip. He assured me he heard what he said he heard. I didn't have any explanation, so I went to be. back to dozing. B sat in the quiet of the cave for a long time before he resumed work.

Also, he would stop from time to time and just listen. B is very grounded and not one to pursue some imaginary sound. I believe he heard something, but I'm not too concerned about what it was. I assume we will figure it all out once we get through the passage. The final battery lasted another hour or so. We were sitting around, talking about our progress, when I decided to see if I could get my head through the hole. My head easily fit, but there was no way my shoulders were going in. As I was kneeling there, contemplating how close we were, I noticed something that B overlooked.

The wind had stopped. In all of the times I've been in the cave, I have always felt the wind blowing. The last time we were out working on the cave, the wind was blowing worse than ever. Even earlier, we remember the breeze cooling us off. But now, nothing. B said he did not know when it stopped. The rumbling had ceased, too. Bizarre.

This plain old cave was becoming mysterious. We talked for a long time in the dark of the cave. We debated what could possibly be causing these unusual events to occur. I think part of the reason we were sitting in the dark was because we were both too hammered to move. We would come up with no reasonable explanation for the strange things happening in the cave. After sitting for at least a half hour, we slowly loaded up our gear and started for the surface. Whip couldn't have been happier to get out of there.

Once again, we left some of other tools in the cave. We just put them in the hole. Not enough people used the cave to worry about. Plus, we were too tired to care. We made a lot of progress this trip. It helps to have the extra batteries. We still have a long way to go, but it sure is nice to see how far we have come. And then he attaches a photo of the cave.

or the hole, and yeah, they are making great progress. It looks like they'll be through the hole pretty soon, but yeah, definitely a lot bigger of a hole than when they first started. And then O.P. leaves a note saying, the rest of the journal entry talks about climbing out of the cave, getting a room at a motel, and crashing. We were beat. In retrospect, I can't believe how casual we were about everything that was happening in the cave. At the time, the only thing we could think of about was getting into the passage. Everything else was just a minor distraction. I do recall thinking that it would be nice to get in and see how the mechanics of the cave worked, where the wind was coming from, what was making the noise, etc. Now, weeks later, I think of my

ignorance and naivete and shiver. March 3rd through 4th, 2001. It took us three weeks before we got back out to the mystery cave again. Our attitudes have changed a bit since we first started the project. In the beginning, we looked at the whole thing as a fun adventure. Since the last trip out, we found ourselves taking a more serious approach. On the drive out this time, our conversation was a little more subdued than before. We had to talk much since the last trip, not for any reason, but scheduling conflicts. Instead of discussing ways of getting through the passage, we found ourselves talking about rational explanations for what had happened. Neither of us had any ideas that would explain the unusual occurrences we experienced on the last trip. We were amused to find out that

neither one of us had talked much about the last trip to other people. That is a complete reversal from the other trips. It has been fun to report to friends and family about our progress. It is always fun to tell people about the tight squeeze we are going to have to go through to get into the passage. Most people have little desire to voluntarily subject themselves to incredibly tight places. Actually, neither do I, but I will do it in order to get to the other side. Good motivation. We left town early in the afternoon to beat traffic. I don't really recall what time we finally got to the cave. Like I said, the mood was subdued. We got rigged up and started down. Obviously, B. left the dog home this time. We took essentially the same gear as the same gear as the

the last time. We left some of the tools in the hole to save our backs the agony of hauling the extra weight. Even with the gear, we got down in good time. We really have a good system for getting up and down. There was only one minor mishap this time. B. scraped his arm on the descent. Not real bad, fortunately. He waited until we got all the way to the hole to patch it up. It was just a superficial cut. While he was getting the wound cleaned up, I started working. We both took note that the breeze was back in the rumbling present. We had four fresh batteries and four, or maybe three and a half fresh arms. I had high hopes this would be the day. It started out pretty slow. When we first started working on the hole, the thickness was about three inches.

As we have enlarged the hole, the thickness has increased. As a result, our progress had become slower. Still, we continued with as much energy as we could put into the work. The hole was big enough, at least for me to put the hammer into the hole for reference. Then put the camera into the hole and take a picture of Floyd's tomb. And then he says it is difficult to get the exact feel of the tomb, but the lowest point near the back of the picture is about seven inches high. The width is about 20 to 24 inches. The hammer is a small five-pound sledge. Note the amount of rock on the floor. And look at the hole here, like, geez, you could not catch me climbing through that. That is sketchy as hell, but they're making good progress. It's been nice to see the pile of broken

rock below the hole get bigger and bigger. We have both realized that we're just going to have to put in a certain amount of work in order to get through. So we just get down to business. We don't usually talk much while we work, since one of us is making a lot of noise with the drill or hammer. Break times are used to chat momentarily about whatever topic. pops into mind. The breaks take place whenever the guy that's working decides to switch roles. We both put in some pretty good work sessions. I have a little more stamina than B, but he gets just as much done in a shorter amount of time due to his upper body strength. We still celebrate the small victories we encounter along the way. Whenever a section we've been working on

crumbles, we cheer. On the rare occasion that a fist-sized rock falls from the entrance, we whoop and holler. That's one small chunk of earth that no longer separates us from whatever lies on the other side. I still harbor the fantasy that there's a hidden entrance to the other side of the passage. And years ago, Spanish explorers hid their treasures in the cave and sealed up the entrance. And it has remained untouched until we find it.

B has a more realistic, although more mundane theory. He figures there is just more cave on the other side. We'll see who is right. This trip out, I wanted to see if we could speed up the work by using larger masonry bits. I purchased some good-sized one at the hardware store, at a good-sized price. One was larger in diameter than all the rest. The other was smaller round, but longer. I had pretty much concluded that the big one might be too big.

And I was right. We tried to get it in and go into the rock, but progress was very slow. We tried pushing for all we were worth and all we got was tired. The larger bit just created too much friction area for our strength. It might have worked with a hammer drill, but we didn't have one. The longer bit worked fine with our drill. We relied on it for most of the work we did this trip. I thought we were going to be out one bit, and a drill in my hand.

When the bit broke off towards one end, I was pushing it as hard as I could on the drill with the bit a few inches in the wall. When it snapped. I nearly rammed the drill through the wall from pushing so hard. We were able to retrieve the bit and keep using it. it minus a couple inches. It still worked great. Only once in a great while did we resort to hammer and chisel. Work was proceeding as normal until about the time we were on our fourth battery. I was kneeling down and working the drill slowly into the wall at the time. I had my ear plugs in,

my safety glasses on, and was lost in my own thoughts. Suddenly, over the squeal of the drill wearing down the rock, I heard a strange noise. It was loud. I could hear it over the noise of the drill, even though I had the earplugs in. At first I thought it was just the drill bit doing its job on the cave. It would frequently complain by screeching and whining as we force it into the wall. But this was different. It took me several full seconds to comprehend that this was coming from inside the hole and not the bit. I stopped drilling and yanked my earplugs out just in time to hear the most terrible scream I have ever heard,

trail off and echo into the darkness of the cavern. I stared, wide-eyed at the hole. For several moments, I didn't move, nor did I breathe. I turned to look at B. Moments earlier, he had been lying on the rope bag catching a nap. Now he was just standing upright, mouth open, with a look of concern on his face. I turned and looked into the hole again, half expecting to see a demon face staring back at me. Nothing was different in Floyd's tomb.

I fixed my gaze on the back of the squeeze where the limits of my light reached. There was no motion. Only darkness beyond the reaches of my light. In the complete darkness and silence that followed, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Not another sound could be heard in the cave. Suddenly, I heard a scraping noise behind me and strained up. I nearly knocked myself out, hitting my head on the overhang.

It was just being moving to turn on its light, but I was so wired and nearly sent me to my head. my grave. Be spoke and again I jumped. He said to get some rocks and put them into the hole. He explained that whatever animal had made that noise might be able to get through the hole. I immediately grabbed a few rocks and hoisted them through the opening. Using the handful of the sledgehammer, I slid the rocks as far back into the tunnel as I could reach, creating a wall between us and the other side. Since the squeeze is so small, it didn't take long. The entire time I was doing this, however, I was thinking that the noise.

certainly did not come from an animal. I didn't know if B really thought it was, or if he was just trying to convince himself. I didn't say anything to him about what I thought. From the time it happened, to the writing of this journal entry, two days later, I have tried to come up with some possible source for such a noise. To describe it, I would say it sounded like a cross between a man screaming in fear and a cougar screaming in pain. It sounded like it came. It sounded like it came, from the hole and it was roughly 100 feet away. The horrific noise reverberated through the cave and through my ears. Be estimated the scream lasted 8 to 10 seconds. My best guess is about 5 seconds, 3 seconds while I was drilling, 1.5 seconds to drop the drill and yank the earplugs, and half a second

of sheer terror. It's difficult to tell how much time passes when you're listening to a solo from the depths of Hades. After I filled the back of the passage with rocks, we just sat there listening to the silence. My breathing was a lot more rapid than usual. Neither of us spoke for quite some time. Finally, be suggested, we get back to work, but keep an eye out for movement in the hole.

We put a light in the passage that shined to the back of Floyd's tomb. It was only at this point that we realized the wind had stopped again, and the rumbling could no longer be heard. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I didn't say anything to be, nor him to me. Back to the drilling. B. took over the work, which was fine with me. I wasn't exactly worn out, but I didn't mind being further from the hole.

B would stop from time to time and listen. I just sat, watching him, with my light on. I wasn't close to the entrance of this hole, but I still found myself looking behind me down the passage to the still water. Every time my light would cast an unusual shadow, my heart would jump. My imagination was running wild. Oddly, B seemed to be less concerned about the strange noise than me. After a short time, he seemed to be focused entirely on getting through the passage.

I was still straining to listen above the sound of the drill. I heard nothing but the now familiar sound of carbide on stone. As I contemplated the possible scenarios which might play, out on the other side of the passage, I found myself strangely getting somewhat excited again about getting through. It might have been fatigue taking its toll on my mind, or the thought of something valuable on the other side. My thoughts were broken when B-let out a yell, possibly a cuss word. He said the drill battery was dying, but he hadn't quite broken off a large relative section he was working on. He set the useless drill aside and picked up a hammer and bullpen.

He started wailing away at the hole created by the bit. After nearly 10 solid minutes of hammering, he sat back against the rock. Sweating and nearly out of breath. The bullpen was still protruding from the cave wall. He held the hammer toward me, inviting me to take a few swings. I held up my hand and shook my head. I had been ready to exit this cave for quite a while now. He didn't press the issue.

And without speaking, we both started gathering the gear we were going to take out. Once again, we stashed some of the tools in the passage. I was first to start toward the top of the cave. Several times I had to stop and wait for me. Not because he was moving slow. I was just more than eager to get out. Few times have I felt better than that night. Stepping out into the chilly night air. My journal talks about the rest of the evening, our dinner, our decision to get a motel and come back the next day. Our lengthy discussion of these strange sounds we had heard, another mediocre night's sleep, I cannot believe that we were so willing to get right back into the cave after hearing the scream. Part of the reason I went along with the idea was because B seemed so indifferent to any

possible dangers. Even if it were an animal, which I did not believe, but could offer no better explanation, weren't we possibly putting ourselves in harm's way? In retrospect, I still have difficulty understanding our thought process at the time. We were just too eager to discover virgin cave passages. I now think it can be summed up with one word. Testosterone. February 13th, it's amazing what a couple good meals and a little sleep can do for someone's attitude. Even though we still had memories of the strange noise fresh in our minds, we relit our fire of enthusiasm. The other side of the passage seemed so close. we were sure this would be the day.

We got to the cave and started to work our way down to the hole. Getting back into the darkness of the cave brought back the memories of the night before. The sight of the circle of rock illuminated by our headlamps, the smell of dirt in the air, the sound we made as we crawl across the rock. Once we reached the entrance to Floyd's tomb, however, we were once again ready to blaze the trail leading to an undiscovered part of the cave. We immediately noted the presence of the breeze blowing out of the hole. hole and the rumbling. The bullpen sticking out of its hole was an obvious sign of where we needed

to begin our work for the day. B took over where he left off the day before. I took up residence in the same spot I occupied the night before, even though I was already well rested and wanting to start work. Bea was making the hammer sing with each blow. After a mere two or three minutes, he led out a chair. He turned to reveal a handful of rock that used to be attached to the cave. He was breathing heavy but had a big smile on his face. So did I. For the first time, this strange noise had been forgotten. In the vision of success, captured our attention.

And then there's a picture of the new hole, which is much bigger now, and I can't really tell how big it is at this point, but it looks like they're getting closer and closer to finally being able to get through. And then he continues saying, the lower left hand corner of the hole had been giving us grief because of the thickness of the wall at that point. We felt that if we could just remove that corner, we might be on our way inside. B now held his hand that crumbled remains of the corner. Our excitement consumed us as we examined the hole.

I took the hammer and pounded away at the surface of the hole. The idea was to remove the jagged edges that would take their toll on my skin. The size looked right. Now the moment we had been working for. I cautiously approached the entrance to Floyd's tomb. I decided the best way to enter this small hole was to place one arm over my head, turn my head sideways, and slowly work my way in. I soon determined this was not going to work.

The hole was small. If I was going to make it in without widening the hole anymore, I was going to have to put both my arms over my head in a diving position, turn my head sideways, and slip into the tomb. The width of the entrance was the limiting factor. The height was sufficient. The arms overhead position flared my shoulder blades out, but there was still room to get in.

Plus, the arms overhead gave me the best squeeze side to side. In order to enter straight into the hole, I stood on my feet and bent over to get level with the entrance. My knees were bent and the position was uncomfortable, sort of a semi-squadding position, bent at the waist with arms overhead. plus I had to slightly turn my upper torso to the left in a counterclockwise rotation to negotiate the angle of the entrance. Notice in the last photo that the entrance generally slopes up to the right.

I got my arms through the entrance with minor scrapes. Next came my head. By keeping it turned sideways, I was able to get in, for the most part, up to my shoulders. When I got to my shoulders, I could feel the rocks touching all around my shoulders and chest. It was not stopping me, but I was definitely scraping many surfaces of my body. I decided to just push through, keeping my mind that I was going to have to come back out eventually. The pain was not too bad, and I was in. Well, my upper body was in. At least I could get a good idea what the tomb was going to look like.

And then he posts a picture saying, Here's a flattering photo of my best side. Notice the size of the area we had to work in. The ledge overhead was an obstacle. And yeah, that photo is terrifying. I mean, that just gives me the hebi-jibis. Look how tight that hole is. And this is just good reference,

because now we can kind of see where they've been working in. And God, such a eerie place. Once inside the tomb, I had a few inches all around me in which to position my body. This was the largest part of the passage, and it was conveniently located right at the beginning of the crawl. That gave me a little room to get positioned to crawl further into the passage. Inside the tomb gave me a whole new outlook of what it was going to be like to crawl through.

Even though this was the largest part of the crawl, it was still small. I could move my head around freely, but every direction that I turned, I was staring at a wall of solid rock. When I spoke to B, my voice sounded muffled, like I was talking in a small box. I could rest my chest on the passage floor, but the rocks were uncomfortable. I turned my head to look further ahead, but couldn't see past the wall of rocks I had built the day before. The squeeze toward the end of the passage was closer now, and appeared even narrower.

I didn't know if I could squeeze through that or not. I knew it would be close. I wanted to crawl further into the passage. First, however, I had to work to get some of those loose rocks that were laying in the passage floor out of my way. I was disappointed to find out. that most of the rocks that looked loose were actually attached to the floor. I was hoping to be able to just scrape them out of the way.

I had pushed the sledge hammer into the passage before me. So at this point, I used it to push the rock, wall, we had made further back in the passage. Then I dragged the sledge back and forth across the floor to make any loose rocks or break up the solid ones. By sliding the head of the hammer under the squeeze, I determined that the narrowest part of the squeeze was about seven inches high. I figured we would have to do some work before I could slip through. The entire time I had my head in the passage, B was just kicking back, listening to my descriptions and progress reports. At some point, he snapped the photo shown above.

Thanks, B. Up to this point, the size of the passage was not too big of a deal. I was in an incredibly small passage, but only my upper body was in. And since it was the largest part of the passage, and my arms could move freely, I was pretty calm. Then it was time for a push. I slid the sledge hammer up as far as I could reach. Since my body filled the entrance, I could not slip the tool out, so it was easier to push it ahead. In order to rotate my hips to the proper angle to enter the hole, I had to lean my upper body on my forearms, use my feet to climb the wall outside the hole, and slowly crawl into

the hole. My hips barely fit. Once they cleared the entrance, I could relax a bit and get in position to work toward the squeeze. I decided to try the one-arm forward technique to get through. The passage was so narrow that whatever position I started with, I would have to stay with through the entire length. There was just no room to move around or change positions. I would also have to turn my head one way or another and keep it in the same position. This crawl was tight. Moving forward at this part of the passage was relatively easy. I could use my forward arm, my left arm to pull and my other arm to push. At the same time, I would wiggle my body, trying to arch as much as I could to keep my chest off the rocks. I tried both ways and determined

that I would turn my head to the right. It felt the most comfortable. I began to learn things as I went. I determined that a small flashlight in one hand would be nice. Then I could shine ahead and get a better idea what I was about to crawl over. This was a difficult maneuver because I had to look overhead, since my head was turned, it became immediately obvious that we were going to have to do some more work removing rocks from the passage floor. As I moved along the surface, I was constantly scraping my chest on the rocks. They were sharp and it was painful. Occasionally, I would cause a rock to slide along under my chest and actually wedge me between it in the top of the passage. I would then have to back up and either try to move the rock to the side with my cheek,

using a sweeping motion with my head or back way out and move it with my forward hand. My little trip into the passage represented a major milestone in my caving career. When I began caving, I did not feel overly comfortable going through tight spaces. Even the little squeeze at the beginning of this cave was an obstacle to overcome. By pushing myself and forcing myself to try the narrow passages, I have become much calmer about tight spaces. Still, this passage represented a new benchmark in small spaces. I had not been faced with anything this small.

I don't remember having to take off my helmet before now. With this passage, it is mandatory. As I mentioned before, not only do I have to take off my helmet, but I have to turn my head to the side in order to fit. The journey into the tomb went like this. After I had twisted my hips into the passage, I took a few minutes to stop and work out a game plan. Most of the length of my legs were still outside the entrance.

They were just dangling in the air. The tomb was still big enough to move my head around, and even moved my arms freely into the position. It was larger than the rest of the passage, but not by much. It was like sticking your head into a box. Everywhere I looked there were rocks, and not too far from my head. And a sound I made was muffled and dead. The narrowest part of the passage was about 10 feet in.

At this point, I was about three and a half feet in. At about the four footmark, I would have to commit to whatever position I felt comfortable and stay that way until the 12 foot mark, at which time the cave started opening up. I went with my left arm forward and head turned to the right. B had given me a flashlight that I held in my left hand. As I inched forward, I would try to brush the loose rocks away with my left arm. This was somewhat successful, but there were a lot of rocks I missed or could not move. As mentioned, the first little bit of the crawl moved along fairly quickly. There was a little room above me to negotiate the passage, then the wall started to close in around me. I had a few extra inches on each side of me, but the top of the crawl was getting very low. At about the seven foot mark, I could feel the top rubbing my back as I would arch. After another half foot, I couldn't arch anymore. I had to just push ahead with my toes and pull with my forward arm. I decided it would be a good time to see if I could back out.

I tried it, and it was pretty easy. That gave me a lot more confidence. Still, I had B-tie webbing to my feet, just in case he had to pull me out. Last shot before my feet were all the way in. Note the webbing be tied at my request. In this picture, he links, is just insane. I mean, look how tight it is. He can barely get his feet in.

I can't imagine sliding into a hole like that. just insane. I'm super interested to see what he finds at the back of the passage, though. My neck was starting to get sore from being cranked to the side. My head was getting heavy, but to rest it was the only option I had was to lay it down on the broken rocks. It was painful, but I did it frequently. I was staring at the wall to my right. It was a mere 45 inches from my face. Most of the time, I wasn't watching the wall. Either I had my eyes closed, which I sometimes do, when I go through a tight spot, or the light wasn't shining in a direction that did me any good. It was very quiet in the tomb, other than my own breath. I was breathing heavy from the effort

it took to move. Thankfully, the breeze was present and cooled me off. By lifting my head and carefully touching the ceiling from time to time, I could gauge the size of the passage that my body would soon pass through, much like a cat using its whiskers to gauge an opening in a fence. At the seven-and-a-half footmark, I could tell things we're about to get real tight. While lying in the darkness, in a passage deep within a cave, one is in a unique position to ponder, a mountain literally resting on top of me, the entire earth lying below. One tiny movement of earth and I would cease to exist. Or worse, to recognize the fear shared by Floyd Collins as he lay there, trapped for days deep within the heart of Mother Earth, incapable of freeing himself from his earthen prison.

Picture yourself in my position. Lying on your stomach. Your left arm is extended over your head. Your right arm is at your side, having only a few inches in which to move. Your arms and hands are sore and bleeding from crawling slash pulling yourself across the broken rocks. Your entire body is resting on the rocks. Your neck gets tired of holding your head off the rock so you gently rest your cheek on the rock to rest. Once you start again, you have to push with your toes to scoot your body forward, sliding across the rocks.

After moving a few inches, you are breathing hard and have to rest. As you inhale, you can feel your back pressing hard against the top of the squeeze. It takes several minutes before you recover enough to press forward. the entire time you were laying there. You think about how you were going to get back out. And what if? Well, that's pretty much what I was going through at that point in the passage. I decided that this would be a good time to throw in a photo of the squeeze.

The photo was actually taken on a different trip, but it shows how tight things were at that point in the passage. Notice my head toward the side, not by choice. And you can see how I would rest my cheek on the rock. You can also see how difficult it is to look ahead of me. My arms are pinned to my side. I later determined that would be the best position. There is virtually no space between the top of the passage and my back.

Tight. Not for the claustrophobically inclined. And then the picture of him in Floyd's tomb. And this is the classic photo of Ted the Caver, but oh my God, how scary of a picture is that? When I reached the points where my back was rubbing and I could feel with my head the passage was not getting bigger, I knew I was most likely not going to get through. Still, I decided to give it one more push.

If I had been in this position a year ago, I would have been in a state of panic, but not today. I was pretty pumped. I took a few minutes to rest, then I went for it. I exhaled completely all of the air in my lungs. This caused my chest to collapse enough to scoop forward, few inches. Because it takes so much effort to scoot, I only went to a few inches before I had to stop and breathe. As I inhaled, my chest pressed hard against the floor and my back against the top. It took a little longer to get my breath back. Unbelievably, I did it again. Exhale,

scoot, rest. Again, only a few inches. Repeat. I took a few extra minutes to enjoy. this position pinned in this small passage. Wow, I could not believe how relaxed I was. I tried one more time to exhale and scoot. My back was rubbing too much to continue. Despite the failed effort, I was psyched. I took several long minutes to lay there and recover from the effort. B had been encouraging me the entire time. It was fun to hear him cheer as he saw my shoes go deeper and deeper, and deeper into the hole. Backing out was not too difficult, but it did take some work. I encountered the same obstacles as when I went in.

After I wiggled my hips out of the hole, which took some time, I had trouble getting my shoulders out. Both arms were overhead at this point. My shirt was getting caught on the rocks and my shoulders were brushing the sharp rocks. After struggling to find a good position, I gave up and just pulled my upper body out. Scrape. My shirt pulled up over my head.

and I had some nice scrapes on my shoulders, but I didn't care. To me, this trip was a success. I had pushed myself beyond what I thought was possible. I kneeled at the entrance and looked into the narrow passage I had just been in. The rock wall was now at the 11 footmark. I had pushed it a little with my forward arm. The smallest point was at the 9 foot mark. We were close.

Between the work and the excitement I was tired. I just sat in the rope bag, grinning. Woo, what a trip. And then he shares a picture of the progress on the hole. And you can see how it started with barely even a glove, and then a little bit bigger, a little bit bigger, and now big enough for them to get through. Pretty crazy they made that much progress in making the hole bigger.

And then he says, the rest of the journal entry talks about the usual, our climb out, dinner, trip home, etc. On our way home, we brainstormed and came up with some ideas that would help us get through. We both invested some tools to remove the rock on the floor deep within the passage. We were both very excited by this trip. I, from pushing my limits in the cave, and B from his success in climbing out of the cave. This was the first time he was able to climb all the way out without the help of climbing devices, nor my help.

It was a personal success that showed the progress he has made since his accident. pretty cool. I remained amazed that we could so easily forget the terrifying moment we experienced just the day before. All had been forgotten, with the strange noise being blamed in our minds on some rational, harmless explanation. April 7, 2001. Prior to going back out to Mystery Cave again, we spent a lot of time preparing. We made a squeeze box, which is a wooden box, the opening of which can be adjusted in size.

We could then crawl through the opening and measure to see how tight of a squeeze we could fit through. From that, we are able to determine that I need about eight inches in height to get through the smallest portion of Floyd's tomb. That meant we would have to scrape out about an inch from the floor of the passage. We also learned that the best position I would need to get through the passage would be on my stomach, with my arms by my side. And of course, my head would be turned one way or the other. That position allowed my shoulder blades to drop to their lowest point. In order to move, I would push forward or backward with my toes. It sounds difficult, but felt adequate.

Later, it proved to work sufficiently. The second thing we did to prepare was to construct the tools we invented to work with in the cave. I came up with a clever way to chibaway inside of the passage without having to climb inside. I had my neighbor weld together several lengths of steel pipe in a manner that would allow us to take it apart while we climb down to the tomb, but still have the strength necessary to hold up to a blow from a hammer once it was together. We made our own tips that we could screw into our pipe to reach the area we needed to work on. B. came up with a cool design for a scraper using angle iron. He had his neighbor welded together. It proved to be an invaluable

tool for scraping and removing the rock. We were both proud of our inventions. I also made a device to hold my drill that attached to our pipe. We ended up not using it since B's scraper device worked so well. Here is a picture of B, edited to protect his identity with the pipe we made. I took the picture, facing away from the tomb. He is sitting on the rope bag that we used as a bed. Behind him to his left is the passage that leads down to the still water. Behind him, to his right, is the last drop-off before the passage. You can see some orange webbing we use to climb down and up. And a cool picture, and it kind of gives context to everything. I mean, he's holding the scraper device, and I mean, God, I can't imagine spending hours and hours down there like these guys

did. That's so creepy. I took an oath. I made a vow. I would not leave the cave until I had made it through the passage. Conquered Floyd's tomb. This would. be the trip. It had been a long time since we had been out to mystery. We had been busy, though. We had made the tools we had talked about. It was fun coming up with the ideas for tools. Also, we made a squeeze box to determine the best technique for getting through the tight spot. Plus, we knew about how much rock we need to remove before we could get through. We were excited to get back out to the cave to finish our project. Our climb down to the passage took a little bit longer than usual since we had extra tools to carry. Once we got down to the passage,

we immediately got to work using B's scraping tool with the pipe I have made. It worked like a charm. We could hammer the pipe on one end and the scraping tool on the other end dug into the rock. Then we could push the debris all the way through the passage and out of our way. When we needed to measure our progress, we would turn the scraper sideways in the passage and observe the clearance. We worked for about two hours before I had to do that. a desire to try the tomb. I just wanted to make sure I was going to make it through on the first try. Being made one more sweep of the passage floor, clearing any loose rocks from where I would be crawling and pushing the wall we had made to the back of the squeeze. I made preparations for the crawl

by fashioning duct tape suspenders to prevent my shirt from sliding around while sliding around the rock. I went with a flashlight in my hand, even though my hand would be at my side. I knew I would need it once I got through. As an expression of faith, I did not tie a rope to my feet. I was confident I was going to make it. Finally, I made the attempt. Although I didn't mention it in my journal, we did notice the breeze was back, in the rumbling present. Since we didn't do any work to the entrance, I had to go through the same dance routine to even enter the passage. Once I got my upper body through the hole, I shined the flashlight ahead of me to work out a plan of attack. The passage didn't seem any bigger than last time I was there, but most of the work was done

deeper in the squeeze. I paused for a few minutes, then twisted my hips to get my lower body in. I slowly inched forward as my entire body slowly filled the passage. Before I was completely in, I got into position for the push. I dropped both of my hands to my side and turned my head to the right. Then I began to inch forward. Once my toes were inside the cave, I used them to push forward. To keep from scraping in my body, I would walk using my shoulders, knees, and toes. Progress was slow but steady. That was fine by me. A foot or two before the tight spots, I could already tell there was a little more room. Even so, I began to touch the roof of the passage with my back. This time, however, I was able to continue moving forward.

I reached the lowest points in the passage, and I could tell it was still going to be tricky. Even with the work we had done clearing out the loose rocks, I still felt sharp pebbles rolling under my chest as I slid along. When I could feel my back brushing the top of the passage and several places, I reverted to my technique of exhaling. Before I began, however, I took a minute to lay there in the passage. I could see the glow of B's flashlight as the rays of light managed to squeeze past my body. I could feel the cool breeze evaporate the drops of dirty sweat on my forehead. I could feel a thousand sharp edges dip into the surface of my skin. I felt the twinge of excitement as I realized that the goal we had set out to achieve weeks ago was about to be realized.

This thought alone made me want to keep moving, no matter how tight the passage became. I breathed in and out rapidly for a few moments. Then began. Exhale, scoot, stop to catch my breath, repeat. After just a few inches of scooting, I could raise my head off the floor of the squeeze and tell that the passage was beginning to open up. I relayed this information to B, and we both took a few seconds to celebrate. During the rest of the slide through the passage, B was cheering me on.

Virgin Passage and Neil Armstrong territory, where the phrases kept repeating. I was grinning ear to ear. Even though the passage was beginning to get larger, it was still slow going. I had to continue scooting along for another foot and a half before I could slide my arms underneath me to use them to crawl. At that point, I felt my journey was essentially over. I was able to set up slightly and move the rock while we had erected several trips ago. Those rocks served as a somber reminder that a little caution would be wise. I shouted back to B that I was through.

We both took a moment to congratulate ourselves on our success. B would likely never be able to squeeze through the passage and see what I was seen. So I gave him a description of what the cave looked like. At this point, I only had my mini-mag, so I could not see very far into the passage. The end of the passage made a gentle right turn and seemed to go for a ways. I was unable to do anything at this point but sit due to the sides of the passage. All of the broken rocks we had pushed through Floyd's tomb were around me at this point. There were no other signs of human intrusion.

I had to wait until B passed me, my helmet light, to get a better feel for the cave. B used the pole we made to slide me at the end of a rope. Then I was able to pull all of my gear through the squeeze. The first thing he sent through was my helmet and light. After I got the light fired up, I was able to see our new section of cave. Ours. It was an exciting experience to see the results of hours of hard work over the course of several weeks. At this point, we still had no

idea what the cave had to offer. The only thing I could see was the passage immediately following the squeeze. It was a narrow passage with a low ceiling. I would easily be able to get through it, but I would have to crawl. I began taking pictures so I could show B. The first section of the new passage. I was almost laying down since the passage was so small. My feet are extended in front of me, as you can see. Notice the broken rock on the floor of the cave. The passage looks like a dead end, but it turns gently to the right near the end. And God, this picture is so terrifying. I mean, remember that they heard screams down there and the wind blowing back and the rumbling. Like, that is a horrifying thing to look down. And who knows what's on the other side.

And now back to the O.P. O.P. says, I asked B how far he thought. I should venture into the new cave, in light of the strange events that had occurred. For the first time, he too, toned down his enthusiasm as he remembered the noises. He slid the pipe through the tomb with a loosened tip on the end. He said, I could use it as a weapon if I ran into an animal, or, he also told me to make sure we could hear each other as I progressed into the cave. Even though we were at least thinking of the possibility of running into trouble, We never really considered the fact that if I got into trouble,

B would never be able to rescue me. And in fact, no one would be able to get for me for many hours. If I were in serious trouble, as in hurt, there was no way anyone would be able to get to me in time. But symbolic of the whole experience, we were focused on our goal and not the potential dangers we faced. So far, we had dodged the proverbial bullet.

so far. I strapped on my gloves and knee pads, grabbed my camera, and began my adventure. I crawled through the passage pictured above, which was about 20 feet long. At the end, the crawl, the cave bent slightly to the right. I would have to climb up the gentle slope, but then I would be able to stand by the end of the next section of the cave. The next section was about 40 feet long. In addition to having a higher ceiling, The walls were a little wider than the section I had just crawled through. Both sections were relatively straight. The floor was covered, a rock, which crunched as I crawled, and then walked across it. The walls were basically the same as much of mystery cave, except pristine.

It was obvious no one had been there before me. Upon closer examination of the walls, I found two delicate types of formations. The first resembled several chunks of grated cheese tied together on one end, with the rest of the cheese just flopping down. The second formation was just tiny strands of rock, thinner than human hair. It looked pretty cool. I found several examples of both kinds of formations. I was not even through the second section of cave, and I could barely hear B.

Cave passages are not very acoustically friendly. I shouted to him that I would go for, half an hour, then return. He said that would be fine, and to be careful. Then I proceeded to explore some more. I could walk nearly upright at this point. I was on the third straight section of the cave when I discovered a crystal formation on the wall to my right. It was in several layers on the wall, resembling clear candle wax that was allowed to melt and drip down the wall. There were several small stalact-type looking formations formed by these crystals. The longest was about four inches and length. There would have been one much longer, judging by the size of the base, but it had broken

off. I looked to see if I could locate where it ended up, but I couldn't find it. The crystal formations are right behind the rock in the upper right corner of the photo. I could walk upright, but had to stoop on occasions, like ducking under that rock. And then, yeah, just this picture is so crazy how he's just back into the earth and to this cave that no one's ever been in before. It must feel so surreal to be in a cave that no one's ever touched foot on, no one in human history. And I wonder what O.P. finds in here. And then the O.P. continues, saying, the passages continued on for another hundred feet or so before the cave opened up a little. It was at the end of a short, straight segment of the cave. At the very end of the segment, the cave made a bend to the left and opened up into a room.

Just at the point where the room began, there was a round rock that. appeared to be leaning against the wall. This seemed odd, but singular formations are common in caves, so it is by no means unique. I had crawled and stepped over several large chunks of rock that fell down from the ceiling, but this one was more round than the others. Once past the rock, the room opened up to a height of about 15 feet. It was about 15 feet in width and about 30 feet in length. At the far end of the room, there was another passage.

leading straight out. As I entered the room, I had an eerie feeling. It was like the old saying that I felt like I was being watched. Once again, the excitement of the new find faded, and the memories of the mysterious side of the cave crept back into my mind. Suddenly, I felt very alone. Fortunately, for my ego, I was nearly out of time and had to get back to be before my half hour was up. I took several pictures of that room.

I was going to just get a feel for how long the next passage was when something caught my attention. On the left side of the room, on the wall, at about eye level, I discovered what appeared to be hieroglyphics. It was a single drawing that almost appeared to just be a part of the rock coloration. It looked like a very crude representation of people, standing below a symbol. I was pumped. This meant that there had to be another entrance to this cave. Even if the entrance was closed or blocked, it might mean an opportunity to open it and get B into the cave. I took another look at the drawing to make sure I could describe it to B.

Then I took some more pictures and headed back to B. When I got back to the squeeze, I could barely talk fast enough to let B know everything I'd discovered. He was just as excited to hear about our newly found treasures. As we debated what our next move would be, I began to send my gear back through the tomb to B. I told him it'd be best if we got someone else to come back with me. In case something happened, he agreed. Once I got all of my gear through, I was faced with the wonderful task of having to negotiate Floyd's tomb again.

Theoretically, a person should be able to get out of a passage he just crawled through by simply reversing what he just did. If he contorts his body a certain way to get in, he should be able to get into the same position to get out. In practice, this may not prove to be possible, or practical. Such was the case with the tomb. I determined in advance that I would attempt to go head first, back through the squeeze.

I knew that I could definitely make it back by going feet first, but that would mean backing up all the way through the tomb. That would take a long time and be very exhausting. My only concerning going head first was when I got to the end of the squeeze, I would have to go through the whole we needed and made without the benefit of being able to twist my body. Oh well, I chose to go. go head first and deal with the exit when I got to it.

I started into the squeeze very close to the tight spot, so at least I would have it over with soon. It turned out to be tricky getting through. I had to shift my hips to the right a little to get through, but I just kept plugging away at it. My hands were once again by my side. My head was turned to the right and I was scooting with my toes. And once again I was using my head as a gauge to tell when I was at a tight spot.

when I went past it, I seemed to get tired a little quicker on the way out, must have been from all the work we had done to get through. I was a little over halfway through when something bizarre happened. I was laying there, taking a brief break when I heard a sound deep within the cave. It was the faint, but distinct sound of rock sliding on rock. My blood froze in its veins. I couldn't move. I just lay there, straining to hear the sound again. Nothing. I quickly began to scoot toward the exit. I didn't mention the sound to B.

But I did recall one of our earlier trips when B said he heard the same thing. The task of getting out of our hole turned out to be as painful as I thought it would be. I had to put my arms overhead and force my shoulders through the hole. I definitely left some skin behind as I slipped through. Be helped me as I wiggled my upper body out of the passage. Then I could catch myself and ease my lower body out of the tomb. I was out. B and I shook hands and began to load up our gear.

I was trying to listen to any sounds coming from the hole, but we were making too much noise gathering our stuff. As much as I looked forward to getting into the passage, it was a relief to get back out. That is pretty much how I feel about caves in general. I love to go in, but I feel good when I get back out again. Something strange happened with the pictures I took in the new part of the cave. The pictures I took in the passage leading up to the large room

all turned out just fine. Strangely, none of the pictures taken in the room turned out. Pictures of the round rock and more importantly, pictures of the hieroglyphics I saw. Pictures taken before and after the room turned out great. But the negatives of the photos taken in the room were clear. Nothing. I remember what the hieroglyphists looked like,

so I drew a picture to give you an idea of what I saw. And then he links three pictures, and each one has a description, so here we go. It's a crude drawing of what I saw, but it's accurate. The first thing I thought when I saw it was Blair Witch Project. It kind of has the same feel to it. This symbol was in the center, and several figures that looked like people raising their hands were below this. And yes, that's a very good description by OP.

This is very Blair Witch Project feeling. But if I saw this in the cave, I would be mortified. I mean, I would think it's some sort of demon or something. But anyways, the next photo. This is the last picture before I entered the large room. At the end of the passage, partially hidden in the shadows, is the round rock that I saw. And the picture, I know I've said this so many times, but this cave is just so terrifying. Not knowing what's beyond you is so creepy.

In just the tight space, I just can't imagine. But, yeah, this picture has such an eerie feel to it. And the next picture, which goes as follows. Here is the same picture with the Round Rock outlined. You can't really tell from these pictures what you were looking at, but they are the only ones I got of the Round Rock. And yeah, Opie is right, it's really hard to see the Round Rock, but you can kind of see very faintly.

I mean, maybe if you turn the brightness up a little bit, you can see it better, but yeah, you can't really see a lot. April 14, 2001. Only a couple days elapsed before Bee found someone who wanted to explore the passage with us. He told me, he talked to a few other people who couldn't make it because of scheduling conflicts. He said they really grilled them for information about the cave in the passage. He would not tell them which cave it was to ensure that we explored it to our satisfaction

before we made it known to the public. Even the guy who ended up going with us did not know which cave until we were very close to it, and he was sworn to secrecy that would not reveal the location of the cave to anyone on the planet. I won't identify him by name, so I will just refer to him as Joe. Joe, B and I, set out early in the morning to make sure we could spend all the time we wanted in the new passage. When we got to the cave, we were able to rig up and descend rather quickly. It helps when you don't have to haul off a hardware store down into the cave.

Joe was impressed by our work. Even B and I took a minute to pat ourselves on the back for all of the hard work we put in, and for the fact that we made it through. Joe is a rather thin caver who has had a lot of experiencing caves. He said this might be the tightest squeeze he had been in, but it didn't bother him. I knew that physically he'd be able to make it since I was bigger than him and I made it. He was just excited as us to get through and get caving, maybe more. He quickly got ready and was waiting to hear what the plan of attack was going to be.

I figured I would send him through first since he was ready and I would follow. B would pass our gear through and wait for us outside the passage. B would give us two hours to return. That was nice of B to go down into the cave and babysit us. It gets boring sitting there in a cave. With our plans set, we were ready to roll. It was perhaps irresponsible for us to not tell Joe about all of the unexplained events that occurred in the cave until after he had gone through.

But what exactly do you tell someone? How many of the weird things did we need to reveal to him? We did not feel that we were into any danger, or we would not go in the cave ourselves, so we did not tell him a thing prior to him entering Floyd's tomb. Of course, when we did tell him afterwards, it was too late. I couldn't believe how easy Joe slipped through the passage. He said it was tight, but it sure didn't look like it. Once he got in, we passed him his gear, then I started in.

Even though I knew that I could fit through, it was still a slow trip through the tomb. You can only go so fast when you're scoot with your toes. When I reached the tight spot of the squeeze, I had Joe snap a picture of me. I thought it would make a good photo. Once I got through B started to relay my stuff to me. Then disaster struck. I had gone all the way in and turned around to pull my gear through. I had to kneel around and still crouched down low.

I had just got my helmet, ironically, and light, and was turning around to feed the rope back to B when I smacked my head on the top of the passage. Human skull versus solid rock. Rock one. I told B what had happened, so he sent my first aid kit through. I was bleeding, but even worse, I didn't feel too good. I patched myself up, then told Joe, I didn't think I'd better continue.

He looked like a little kid who was told that Christmas would be canceled. Although I didn't like the idea of him exploring the cave without me, for selfish reasons, of course, I wanted him to at least see part of the cave for making the trip out there. I told him how far to go and how long it would take. Then I sent him on his way. As I laid there, I could hear him crawling into the darkness. His light disappeared after the first turn. I rested a minute or two, then began my journey back through the squeeze.

It was disappointing to get all the way to the cave and then not be able to explore it to its end. Actually, it is killing me. After I got through Floyd's tomb, which was painful, I sat down and munched on a cliff bar while B and I chatted. I told him I would pay for a motel room if he would stay overnight. Then we could see how I was doing the next day and make another attempt at the cave. I felt goofy for having smacked my head on the cave wall. B said he was willing to give it another try tomorrow. He was just as anxious to put some closure to this cave. As long as Joe would stay overnight, we determined to wrap things up the next day. Once this was settled, we just sat back

and enjoyed the darkness. We could hear no sounds coming from the passage. The silence reminded me of the scraping noise that I heard last time we were out there. I brought up the subject of B. Since I had not explored the cave completely, I could not offer any explanation of what could be making the scraping noise, or the change, the wind strength, or the rumbling, or that terrible scream that we had heard. Suddenly, we both wished we had not sent Joe into the cave alone. B went to the hole and yelled into it, Joe! No answer. Not surprising, you just can't hear each other, when you're very far apart in a cave. We nervously awaited any sounds.

Good sounds, that is. Joe-type sounds. The 20-minute time limit we had set past. Then 25 minutes. I really had no desire to climb back through that squeeze. My head was still throbbing and the squeeze looked tighter than ever. Still, I knew I was going to have to make sure Joe was safe. Just as I was getting prepared to go back through,

I saw a light deep in the passage. Joe, I called out. Nothing. Joe, still no answer. The light got brighter, and I could hear the noise of someone crawling across the broken rock that lined the cave. You, uh, okay, Joe? No, was his weak reply. When he got to the other side of the tomb, he said he was not feeling well. He quickly took his gear off and put them in a bag so we could pull it through. As I pulled the bag through, the passage he began to climb back through the tomb. didn't even get a chance to question him about what he saw before he was coming back through.

He quickly slipped through the squeeze and the hole and we finally got a look at him. He looked terrible. His face was pale and he was out of breath. The dust that covers the floor of the squeeze left its mark on his face and close. He had numerous small cuts and scratches on his face and arms, probably from his rapid exit from the passage. His eyes were open wide. We only had a brief moment to look at the change that had occurred to Joe before he started to head up and out of the cave without saying a word. While Joe and B started for the surface, I took a minute to gather our gear. Then I stopped to listen to the passage. I heard nothing. And I felt nothing. The wind had stopped. Part of me wanted to get out of the cave as fast as possible, but another part of me wanted to

immediately climb back through the passage to find out what made this cave tick. Then was not the time, though. I still felt a little dizzy from my injury. At that time I noticed B and Joe had made good time getting up the cave passage and I was left alone. Chills ran through my body as I scurried to catch up with them. Once we got outside the cave, I figured we would be able to find out more from Joe. But when he got up from the final climb, he just unclipped from the rope and went straight to the truck.

In the light of day, he looked even worse than in the cave. B and I gathered up the rope and our gear and headed for the truck. Joe said he did not want to stay overnight because he felt terrible, and we believed him. So we headed home. We could get no more information from Joe. He just stared straight ahead. He was shaking like a leaf, and he said he was not cold. When we tried to question him, his answers were short.

I asked him if he saw the hieroglyphics. No. Did you hear us yelling? No. Did he see the round rock? No. Did he see the crystals? No. He said he just went a little ways in and started to feel sick. Something was fishy about his answers. He would have had to have seen the crystals if he got far enough into the cave that he couldn't hear us yelling. But why would he not elaborate? The rest of the trip passed in eerie silence. Joe didn't say much else. We gave him a brief outline of these strange events that happened in the cave. He didn't reply. As we were dropping him off, we asked if he wanted to go back in the cave. He shook his head and ran into his house.

I tried to call him later on the day, and the next day, but only got his voicemail. April 28, 2001. In this journal entry, I discussed briefly the feelings being I had at this point. I would like to elaborate on those feelings and set the move for this part of my journal. I hope I can successfully convey our exact thoughts and feelings as we contemplated to our next move. If not, I'm afraid we will appear to the average reader as being ignorant, naive, or downright foolish. This cave represented to us the culmination of weeks of hard work, complete with an array of emotions, from fatigue to fear, anticipation to pain, from frustration to glory, from frustration to glory.

To us, we were not standing on the brink of possible destruction, but rather honoring an unspoken commitment, much like a parent of a wayward child. We were not about to abandon our child out of fear of the unknown. Like it or not, this cave had become a part of us, and now we must see this adventure to its fruition. Additionally, for both explanations aside, we were being eaten alive with curiosity. despite the overwhelming number of unexplained occurrences we experienced, we had to go back into this cave.

What was making the rumbling noise? What caused the change in wind strength? Et cetera, et cetera, all the way down to Joe. What could have possibly happened to him? What did he see or experience? We had many lengthy discussions about what our next move would be. We kept coming to the same conclusion. We had to return to the cave.

We could offer no possible scenarios that would solve the many riddles held deep within the cave. The only way we could hope to complete the puzzle would be to conquer the cave. We were going back to Mystery Cave. Two weeks after our trip with Joe, and we were on our way back to the cave. To prepare for this trip, we contacted the local cave rescue group and got permission to borrow their low voltage two-way phone. The phone consists of two transceivers and a long spool of feet. thin wire. I would then be able to unwind the wire as I went into the passage and stay in contact

with B the entire time. We also thought it would be a good idea to take a video camera into the new passage. I purchased a case that would protect my video camera from dust, as well as sharp rocks. I was more than willing to pay the cost of the case just to make sure B got to see the entire passage. My head was doing fine. I still had a light red line to mark the spot where I tried to break the rock with my head. I never went to the doctor, but it was a very painful experience. I have thought about what would have happened if I had been able to go in the passage with Joe. He was a changed man after he came out.

I have been calling his house nearly every day trying to talk to him, but he won't answer his phone. Be called his work, and a mutual friend told him that Joe called in sick two weeks ago and hasn't been in since. He said Joe warned his boss he might be out for a while. I even stopped by his house twice. The first time, it looked like someone was home, but no one answered the door. The second time, his car was gone, and there were no lights on. I hoped to talk to him before this trip, but it didn't work out. As we were rigging up the rope to descend into the cave, I felt something for the first time.

I did not want to go into the cave. It was not a feeling of foreboding. I was not receiving some premonitation. I just had no desire to enter the underground world of mystery cave. I didn't share this feeling with B at the time. Even though I had no desire to go into that cave, I knew we had to. So I double-checked my gear and slipped over the edge of the cliff. Right from the beginning, it seemed like the cave did not want us to be there.

Nothing went smoothly. Every time we tried to clip a carabiner or tie a knot or attach something to the rope, we had to do it two or three times to get it right. Fortunately, we recognized this and made sure everything was safe and secure. As we slowly made our way down, we were continually bumping into the side of the cave or stumbling as we walked or dropping things. We finally reached a point where we stopped to gather ourselves before continuing. Our load was relatively light, but we were taking forever. to get to the hole. Finally, we made it.

We checked the camera and phone to make sure they survived the trip. We tested everything and I gathered the gear I wanted to to take into the passage. Then it was time. We looked at each other, but said nothing.

Then I turned to the passage. As I twisted my body to begin entering the tomb, I desperately hoped it would be the last time I would contort my body to enter this colostrophobes nightmare. The trip through Floyd's tomb went smoothly, figuratively speaking. After I got through, we took several minutes to get everything passed through to me.

I got suited up and tested all of the equipment. The phone worked like a charm. I videotaped the squeeze and then the first section of the new passage. Since I'd be unable to tape while I crawled, my plan was to crawl to the next section, then stop and film some more. I could video what I had just been through and then video what I was going to crawl through next. That way, I could get each section from both ends. I was starting to feel pretty good about the trip.

I felt a sense of personal satisfaction at being able to provide a way for B to see the fruits of his labor. It was awkward hugging the camera and unrolling the phone wire while trying to crawl. I knew it would be worth it, though. The small formations were too small to show up in the video. With normal outside lighting, it would be no problem. But with my headlight as the only source of light, the effort was futile. The crystal formations turned out quite nice. They were easily large enough and made for some pretty good footage.

I took advantage of the film stopped to check the phone. It was comforting to hear someone's voice deep within the passage. We chatted briefly, then I unplugged the phone and prepared to continue. The phone resembled an oversized regular phone, more like the ones you would see in war movies. When I wanted to talk to B, I would just plug the phone into a special jack on the spool of wire. The power source was on B's end of the phone, so it was always turned on. The reception was as clear as a normal phone. I continued forward.

Even though progress was slow, it was steady. Things were going pretty good until I reached the round rock. Once again, I got a strange feeling, just like the last time. I looked around carefully but saw nothing to be alarmed about. I proceeded to film the entire room. I got good shots of the round rock from all angles. I got the walls, ceiling, and floor to the best of my ability. I even got some pretty good tape of the figure on the wall.

It was difficult to make out exactly what it was on the video, but you could definitely tell something was there. After I taped everything to my satisfaction, I moved toward the end of the room to prepare to explore new territory. At the far end of the large room was a passage that led to darkness. The entrance was about a foot lower than my head, and it looked like it continued at that height for as far back as I could see. I ducked under the ceiling and prepared to see new sights. The walls of the new passage were darker than the rest of the caves at this point. The floor was made up of the same type of broken.

and rocks. The ceiling had the same type of near-perfect arch as in the old section of mystery cave. It almost seemed out of place in the jagged atmosphere of a cave. I could only see back about 30 feet or so, where the passage appeared to make a right-hand turn. I thought this would be a good place to check in with B. It took a couple of beeps before he answered the phone, but once he did, his voice was still crystal clear. It sounded like he might have been snoozing. Had I been gone that long. He said he was doing fine, and that I could take as much time as I needed. I thanked him and hung up. His patience has been wonderful during this whole project. He has spent a lot of time just waiting for me while I explore the passage. I was glad he was still willing to sit and wait.

I hung up the phone and started to film the new passage. Then it happened. From behind me, I heard the scraping noise. It was loud. It was close. It was coming up from the large room I just left. I wheeled around to face whatever had just made that noise. When I did, I lost my presence of mind and stood up at the same time. Crunch. My helmet crashed into the passage ceiling.

My light broke and I was buried in the heavy darkness. Pain shot through my neck and down into my back. The helmet had protected my head but my neck was nearly numb from the impact. Fear enveloped me and my knees began to weaken. I slowly and involuntarily slumped to my knees. I gently set the camera down as I began to see stars from the pain in my upper back. The scraping noise lasted only a second, and now the only sound I could hear was my own panic, inspired breathing. Not only could I feel the fear thick upon my chest, but the darkness seemed to hold me in place.

I felt like I was vulnerable from every direction. I wanted to turn and look behind me. into the side of me and in front of me. Everywhere I looked I saw black. Finally, I broke the stupor of terror long enough to reach for an alternative light source, the mini-mag on my helmet. I twisted the light to turn it on. And when I did, I nearly cried.

I had forgot to put fresh batteries in, and now I could barely see more than a few feet. Still, it was better than nothing. I immediately began shining the light with all my might into the large room. I strained to get a glimpse of any movement in the room. Nothing. I was shaking violently as I sat there trying to figure out what to do. My mind was not thinking clearly.

I honestly thought I was going to die right there in the cave. For a fleeting moment, I wondered how B would ever figure out what had happened to me. Then it hit me like a boulder. The phone. My mind must have been clearing up at that point because I also thought about my glowsticks. Without taking my eyes off the large room, I felt around on my pack for the glow sticks. Since I was carrying the phone and video camera, I removed as much as possible for my pack, and one of the things I left with B was my backup

headlamp. Thus, I was left with only the glow sticks. I found one and ripped it out of the package. I could tell something was wrong by how it sounded. It has been inadvertently broken and was now useless. I chucked it on the ground and searched my pack for another one. I took my eyes off the large room only to check the passage behind me occasionally. I found another glow stick, broke it to light it up. The soft green glow created eerie colors on the walls of the cave. The stick provides barely enough light to see the immediate area and provided no hint of what lie ahead.

I felt the pack for one more light, again without taking my eyes off the room. I felt a third glow stick and ripped it out of the package. After breaking it, to make sure it worked, I hesitated. then threw the glow stick into the large room. The throw was a perfect one, and the stick sailed through the length of the room. In the brief moment that the light traveled to the room, I saw nothing but cave walls. The absence of anything unusual did nothing to ease my state of panic. At the far end of the room, I got a brief glimpse of the round rock as the light bounced on it.

Then the light went behind the rock and seemed to disappear. I was still shaking, but at least I didn't see anything. Still, there was the noise. I used the glow stick to light the phone reel, and with fumbling fingers I managed to plug my phone into the jack. I put the phone to my ear and heard nothing. The usual beeps to indicate connection with the other phone were not there. Terrified, I pulled the phone from the jack and reinserted it. Again, silence.

The line was dead. What could have happened? I just talked to be. I found myself nearly sobbing with fear. I knew the only way out of here was back the way I came, but something was there. A third attempt at making contact with B met with the same results. I tried to think of another plan, but I could only focus on the memories of the grinding sound that I had heard. In my weakened state, I slumped against the side of passage, breathing like I had just finished

a race, never breaking eye contact with the shadows of the large room. As my shoulder touched the wall, I had a powerful jolt of pain remind me of my clobes. collision with the roof of the cave. Despair. Agony. Terror. I can't say exactly how long I sat there, but my feet were tingling and my knees were sore. The pain in my back crept lower, although my neck felt no different.

I resolved to make an attempt to exit this evil passage. I knew if I waited too long, I would lose what little light I had. I attempted to stand, but did not have the strength. I crawled slowly to the near end of the large room. dragging my pack beside me. Using the walls of the cave, I was able to slowly stand, though not straight due to my sore back. Still breathing rapidly, I slowly advanced with the room.

I wound up the phone wire as I went. My eyes were staring straight ahead, straining for any signs of movement. With every step my light would cast ever-changing shadows on the wall, keeping me busy trying to look at everyone. My eyes burned as I realized I had not blinked for many minutes. How many? How long had this been going on?

The only sounds I could hear were the crunch of my feet on the broken rock, in the wheezing of my breath. As I wound the cord, I could hear the squeak of the wheel, with each turn bringing me closer to the tomb, closer to be, closer to safety. The short trip through the room took an eternity. As I passed the crude drawing, it seemed to glow, as of offering some sort of warning. I didn't know what the drawing represented,

but everything about this cave seemed to instill fear. Toward the far end of the room, I could see the round rock dimly at the far reaches of my light. Something seemed different about it, but I couldn't tell what. When I got within a few feet, I could finally tell what had changed. It had moved. That was the sound I heard. Again, terror gripped my body as I realized how close I was to something. I had no choice but to continue.

Still, it was not easy. I inch toward the rock. holding the glow stick ahead of me in my shaking hand, using it to pierce the darkness. I stopped just this side of the rock and wound up the slack in my phone wire. Then I realized why I had lost contact with B. The rock was now sitting on the wire. I gave it a tug and the thin wire snapped. My only hope of contact with the outside world ceased to exist when that wire broke. I had never felt so alone and helpless. buried deep within the earth.

I had voluntarily descended into my own grave, with a casket of solid rock. With the phone now useless, I set it down in the passage. My gaze fixed on the round rock. I proceeded forward. My breathing was rapid, with my throat dry and aching in my mouth dusty. With every crunch of the rock below my feet, my heart seemed to stop.

No movement could be seen in the green glow of my stick. I got to the rock and. peered over the top. Seeing nothing, I took several rapid steps past it. When I reached the other side, I recoiled in horror at what I saw. In the side of the passage near the floor was a hole, with another passage revealed. It had been covered by the rock, but now it was exposed. The rock could not have moved by itself. I backed away from the hole and collided with the opposite wall. I had not been paying attention to the pain of my back, but now it came back to me in all its fury. I stared down the newly discovered passage. It went down at a 45-degree angle and continued

straight for as far as I could see. Several feet down, I could see the glow stick that I had thrown. It illuminated the passage enough that I could tell the walls were fairly smooth. The floor seemed to be the same way, unlike the rest of the cave. The passage was about three feet in diameter as far as I could see. It would have been as easy a passage to explore if I had the least desire to do this. so. Right now, I wanted out of the cave and into daylight. I slowly backed away from the hole toward B. I never took my eyes off the abyss. I nearly tripped over the phone wire as I turned to leave the Stevel's layer. I noticed my mini-mag was practically dead, leaving me only with the glow stick. I wanted to sprint to Floyd's tomb. Just hearing another human being would help

alleviate some of the fear I was experiencing. As I turned away from the large rock in the hole, I felt an overwhelming sense of panic fill my soul. It felt like a legion of demons was about to attack me from behind. I felt like my salvation lie ahead of me in the darkness, and Lucifer was behind me, trying to keep me from safety. I found myself moving much faster than I should have been in that cave. My only thought was to get out as quickly as possible. I passed the crystal formation,

barely even noticing this beautiful creation of nature in the green glow of my light. Every time I ducked to avoid a rock, I felt my back scream as a reminder of my injury. When I got to the point in my passage where I had to crawl, I flung myself down on all fours, barely slowing down as I dropped. When my hands came in contact with the cave floor, I felt an electric shock shoot all the way down my back and simultaneously down my arms. For the first time since this nightmare had begun, I lit out a scream. I crumpled down and lay there on the rock.

with new levels of pain manifesting every time I inhaled. Wimpering from fear and pain, I tried to listen to any other noise in the cave. I could feel the silence pounding in my head. I knew from previous trips that B was still out of earshot, but I was close. Forcing myself to move, I winced as I pulled my body onto all fours and started to progress along the cave.

I still held the glow stick in my hand, but I had ceased checking behind me. Now my focus was ahead of me. I reached the point where I could yell to be, but I didn't make a sound. I didn't want to stop long enough to talk. Finally, I reached the last stretch of K before the squeeze. As I was crawling toward the beginning of the tomb, I called to be. He answered back.

I screamed to him, get everything ready to go. He asked if I was okay. Since he hadn't heard from me on the phone, he had gotten worried. I told him no, and to get everything ready to go. When I reached the rope, I flipped off my helmet and shoved it into my my pack. For the first time I realized, I had forgotten my video camera. It was a fleeting thought. I cared no more about that camera than a passenger of the Titanic cared about a hat or a coat. I tied the pack to the rope and told him to pull it through. Then I told him to start heading

toward the surface as soon as he pulled the rope through. He asked why, and I screamed that there was something in the cave with us. My back ached with every move I made. I knew it didn't matter, though. I was going to get through the tomb as fast as I could. Injuries notwithstanding, just as I started into the squeeze, I felt the wind in the passage increase, and with it, the most nauseating stench I have ever experienced. It smelled like damp, rotting, rancid, putrid, death. I almost started to dry heave. I pulled my shirt up over my nose to shield me from the overpowering smell.

At this point, Bees smelled at two. He yelled, What is that? Then he yelled at me to hurry up and get through. I told him I was coming. Then I took a deep breath through my shirt and started back through. Bees yelling had intensified my fear and panic, as if I needed any help. I knew he could sense the urgency in getting out of this place. Still, as I worked my way through, I yelled at him to start up,

that I would catch up with him when I got through. He said he would. He placed my glow stick inside the passage, then began to climb out. This time through the squeeze, I had no regard for the tightness of the passage. I was scraping my face, ears, arms, and shoulders. Every inch of the squeeze meant numerous scratches on my body, but I barely noticed them. My back was nearly paralyzing me with pain. Once again, I felt the rising need to vomit because of the odor being delivered to my

nostrils by the breeze. Halfway through Floyd's tomb, I took a break to catch my breath. I was approaching exhaustion and my respiration right was through the roof. the top of the passage seemed to rest my cheek, and the floor felt like broken glass on my opposite cheek. As I paused briefly to recuperate, I heard the scraping noise coming from deep within the cave. It continued for several seconds, then silence. I let out a cry which startled me. I was no longer consciously reacting to the noise. The cry was a subconscious response to the fear which flowed through my entire body. In a panic, I began to scoot through the passage. As I reached the

largest part of the tomb, I quickly slid my arms under my body to get into position to exit through our hole. I grabbed the rope and pulled with all my might. When my shoulders reached the hole, they lodged and I was stuck. I dug my feet into the rocks and wiggled my way back into the passage. Then I turned my body slightly and tried again. This time I was successful in pulling my upper body through. Normally I would carefully work my way out, since there's a three-foot drop on the outside of the hole. This time I kicked with my legs and pulled with my arms and plod. I dropped out of the tomb, right onto my shoulder. I tried to roll to soften the impact, but was unable to do anything more than take the blow.

Strangely, the pain was focused on my shoulder, apparently not affecting my already sore back. I rolled over onto all fours, then slowly rose to my feet. The smell was much less intense outside of the passage. I grabbed the glow stick and used it to find my helmet. I began to head for the webbing to climb up while strapping on my helmet. When I got to the webbing, I reached up to grab hold and recoiled in horror. In the glow of the glow stick, I could see for the first time the injuries to my arms. My forearms were covered with deep cuts and scrapes. Much of my arm was covered in blood.

The wounds were not deep enough to bleed freely, but rather oozed the blood. In that brief moment that I stopped. I noticed that there was silence in the cave. No sounds coming from the passage, and nothing from up ahead. Once again, the feeling of being alone returned, motivating me to proceed. Climbing up the little drop-off proved to be difficult in my condition, having the glow-stick as the only light source added to the challenge. Once on top, I scrambled to catch up with B. I was impressed with the speed of his ascent. Although I did not mention any more of my physical condition during my exit, I was hurting.

With every step I took pain, shot through my lower back and my neck. My arms were shredded and my shoulder had a nice gash in it. I honestly believed that, if not for the terror I felt at the time, I would not have the energy and the motivation to climb out. I was running on pure adrenaline. Unfortunately, the adrenaline surge was about to end. I did not see or hear B until I reached the small area at the bottom of the drop. He was on rope and climbing out as fast as he could.

I could hear him moving quickly and breathing heavily. I called out to him and his startled reaction told me he was nearly as tense as I was. He told me to get on rope and start climbing. We both knew that would be dangerous and not something we would ever normally do. But this was different. I stood there looking up at where the rope disappeared into the darkness above me. It danced around as B made his way to safety. He was out of sight, but I knew he was close.

I knew the rope was my lifeline to the outside, to light, safety. Behind me was darkness, fear, the unknown. I had the fleeting thoughts of a movie scene where the actor had outwitted the monster and had reached the front door of the haunted house. Just as he reached for the knob, he hears a sound behind him and turns, only to see. I slid the glow stick into the cord, on my helmet, and reached for my harness. Then I thought I would let me get a little bit higher while I pulled the rope up that was stretched down into the cave. That would make it easier to get out.

once we got to the top of the drop. I chose not to wind the rope around my arm, since it was sore and bleeding, so I just pulled it into a pile on the floor. From above, I heard B warn me, rock, and I ducked under the ledge as several small rocks landed on the floor near my feet. I quickly went back to putting the rope in. I had about half of it in, about 50 feet, when the rope had a snag. Ugh, it was solid. There was no way I was going to crawl back in to release it, so I decided to just forget the rope and get my harness on and get it out of the cave. I quickly threw the harness around me and started to buckle it. Before I could secure it, I heard a strange noise at my feet. My pulse began to quicken. I looked down at the rope only to discover to my horror that the rope

was disappearing down into the darkness. Something was pulling the rope back into the cave. I let go of the harness and began to clawing my way up the rope. The unbuckled harness fell to the floor. Fortunately, I held on to an ascender. At the moment, I could not have to be able to. At the moment, I could not think straight and began climbing out of the cave without being attached to the rope. I had climbed out many times without using an ascending device, but I was always attached to the rope, just in case. I was climbing as fast as my battered body could haul me up. I was in a near panic state again, and consequently was scraping, bumping, and gouging my arms and legs. As I climbed, I screamed to be that something was pulling the rope. He yelled back to hurry up. Luck was with me

in that, I didn't slip and fall back down into the hole. If I had, I would have bounced several times against the sides of the cave before smashing onto the floor. The injuries would be fatal. Without the necessity of having to stop to slide the ascender up the rope, I made excellent time getting up. I could see rays of light above me, coming from the entrance to the cave. That told me exactly where I was in the cave. I caught up to be on the ledge below where our re-bellay point was fixed. I told him to keep going. It would only take him a few minutes. It would only take him a few minutes. but every second would be torture because I had to wait for him to get up. I watched the rope that we had just climbed up.

I expected to see some creature from deep within our earth, climb up and make me its lunch. The rope moved around a bit, in rhythm with bees climbing, but did not appear to have any tension on it. As I stood there waiting for B, I kept watching the rope for signs of anything bizarre. I didn't know if my heart could take any more stress. I could not have been more wired. I tried to relax a bit to make sure I was thinking rationally,

but my poor brain had reached sensory overload. As B reached the top of the last climb, I got ready to clip on my sender and get my sorry butt out of there. It was then that I noticed that the rope began to tighten from below. I could feel the tension on the rope, but it was a steady tension, not like someone was climbing up. Either way, I wanted out of there as fast as possible. I clipped on and scrambled up the rope.

I hadn't noticed, but B had kept on moving toward the entrance. I got up the last few feet into her. hurry. I just unclipped and kept on moving, leaving the rope behind. By the time I got to the entrance of the cave and daylight, B was almost up to where the rope was anchored. I wanted to get up so bad I almost started to free climb without clipping onto the rope. I could see B was almost up, so I clipped on and started up. I almost didn't make it up. I had just started up when I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. I managed to recover enough to pull myself up the last few feet. As I climbed, I could hear the tension on the rope manifest itself by the stretching noise in the rope.

I prayed the rope would not break with me attached to it. The second that I reached the top, I unclipped the ascender. I could see B kneeling down by the tree, so I limped over to him and collapsed. For the first time, since I went through Floyd's tomb, we could see each other. We just stared. I knew I looked pretty bad, but didn't know that B was in such bad shape. He had cuts and scrapes on every exposed surface of his body. His face was pale, almost white.

His mouth and his eyes were wide open. He was breathing heavily, almost gasping. The shock we shared at the other person's appearance was broken when we heard the rope around the tree stretch and the knot bee had tied tighten. I was frozen in place, overwhelmed with fright. Bee seemed to be transfixed on the knot. Then in one motion, he produced a pocket knife

and began to work on the rope. It is amazing how a person's state of mind can alter the perception of time. I'm sure it only took four or five seconds to sever the rope from the tree, but it seemed like an hour. When the rope was cut, the knot fell to the ground, while the end of the rope zipped across the rocks and over the edge of the cliff. The speed of it causing a humming noise as it went. As soon as the rope was cut, B let out a cry. He dropped the knife and fell backward. Watching the rope fly over the edge brought the feelings in the passage back.

back to me. I got up and headed toward the truck. I noticed B. was still laying there, wide-eyed, staring at the point the rope disappeared. I called to him, which seemed to break his trance. He got up and hurried away from the tree, the cave, the nightmare. Neither of us said a word all the way home. It is now four days after our trip to the cave. It has taken me four days and dozens of attempts to get this entire experience written into my journal. Every time I started to write, I recalled the terrible feelings I had and couldn't write anymore. I felt compelled to continue, so as to document the unbelievable events while all of the

details were fresh in my mind, I can still feel the pain, still smell the stench, still experience, the terror. Even typing from my journal has taken hours. I would like to write more, but it will have to wait. Even now with several days between me and the event, I can't relax. I can barely concentrate. That's all for now. June 19th, 2001.

It has been three weeks since our last visit to the cave. I want to update everyone as to my condition, my plans for the cave, in the events of the past few weeks. I apologize for not returning your phone calls. I have been getting all of your messages. I just haven't felt up to calling back. Steve and Mark, thanks for your words of encouragement on my answering machine.

I know you two are sincerely concerned for me. You are awesome friends. Mark, I know you stopped by the house a few times, but I'm sorry I never answered the door. They really help me just knowing you drop by. Sis, I can hear the worry in your voice. I'm okay. Don't worry about me. Just take care of those nieces and nephews of my.

mine. I figure if I can get this site updated, I can let everyone know at once about how I am doing. A lot has happened in the last three weeks, so I'll do my best to cover everything. I guess I should start where the last entry left off. It took several days to get the last journal entry written down. I was so shook up from my experience that I could do little else but sit around and ponder what had happened. Right now, I am on long-term medical law. leave from work. I tried to go to work several days after the event, but my boss sent me home. I couldn't concentrate, and I looked terrible. I've even been to the doctor, but I couldn't tell him about the experience, so I just told him I was under a lot of stress. He recommended rest

and gave me a prescription to help me relax. Mm, good drugs. When we left the cave, I was nearly in a state of shock. I could not think clearly, and was having a difficult time trying to understand what had happened. I didn't eat much, nor did I get any sleep. I was glad I had the presence of mine to write down my experience while I was still fresh in my mind. As I reread what I had wrote, I feel like I accurately portrayed what happened in the cave that day. I wouldn't change anything I wrote, even though it took three days to write it. When I finished writing in my journal, I felt much better.

I guess it was kind of therapeutic. unfortunately, it didn't last. In fact, after then, things got really bad. B and I parted company after the trip and I didn't see him again until yesterday. I didn't try to reach him and he didn't try to get a hold of me, nor did either of us try to contact Joe. B. just dropped me off after the trip and I spent the next several days by myself in the house. I tried to eat but had no appetite. I was restless, but I couldn't find anything to do to take my mind off the experience. That's when I determined that I should write it down. As I mentioned, that helped me think a little clearer, and I seemed to be a little calmer, but it didn't last. I went to work the next day,

but was sent home. The day after that, I had an overwhelmed feeling of anxiety sink into my soul. I was depressed and confused and had no one I wanted to turn in for comfort. I was getting all kinds of phone calls from people, but I just let the answering machine take the calls. I even changed the message on the machine to let everyone know I was all right. I continued in this miserable state, eating and sleeping whenever I could manage, until a week after the trip. Then things started to get strange. At first, I was hearing sounds in the house that had no explanation. Footsteps, shuffling noises, creaking doors, you know, the typical horror movie fair.

Only the sounds were not distinct. It was as though I wasn't sure I heard what I thought I heard. I would be eating or getting out of the shower and stop, thinking I heard something. But the sound would not repeat itself. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it happened frequently, I couldn't be sure there were noises in the first place. Either way, I was scared. It was as though I had been caught in a spider web for the last week.

Feelings of anxiety, foreboding, tension filled my life. Then came the hallucinations. I began seeing things in a manner similar to these sounds I was hearing. just a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye, when I would turn to look, nothing. I had been sleeping with the lights on in my room. But now I kept all the lights in the house on from dusk to after dawn. When I started to see things on a regular basis, I purchased a gun. Got it from an ad in the paper, so I didn't have to wait for a permit.

I went to the doctor but didn't mention the details of my life. Just told him I couldn't relax. and I walked out of there with a prescription. Fortunately, my wounds and injuries were pretty much healed by this time. My back still hurt a little, but the prescription took care of that too. When I was on the medication, I felt great, but I didn't want to walk around high for the rest of my life, so I would only take it at the end of a tough day.

Unfortunately, the severity of the sightings increased, giving rise to a need for the medication. The flashes in the corner of my eye continued, but then I began to see shapes and shadows. They would be outside my windows, usually at night. I still couldn't make out anything solid, so it was hard to pin down what I was seeing. Soon I began to close all of my drapes and blinds so I could remove the possibilities of seeing something. Doing so did help in that respect, but my life was still a mess.

My daily routine was mechanical and empty. I would sleep in as long as I could, usually out of exhaustion. Then I would get cleaned up and try to eat something. I lost a lot of weight, so I tried to get as much possible down me. Then I would exercise a little and nap a lot. I'd only been out of the house a few times in the last two weeks. The store, the doctor, the gun purchase. I didn't watch much TV because I couldn't concentrate.

I spent a lot of the time on the internet. I was doing research on caves and cave myths. The only story I could find was the caver folklore about the Hodag. The Hodag is supposedly a creature that roams caves. Two weeks after we went in the cave, and a week after I began hearing things, I began to have nightmares. Extremely lucid nightmares. No specifics theme or recurring events, just plain terrifying. Sometimes I was in my house and someone was trying to get me, only I couldn't run because I had no legs.

Other times I was in a vat and someone was pouring a syrup-like liquid on me, filling the vat. I would wake up in a panic. I would stay awake until exhaustion forced me to enter Dreamland once again. A brutal routine. It continued for several days, until it reached a climax on the sixth day. yesterday. My dreams seemed so real I had a hard time telling if I was awake or not. I was beat, really drained of energy and spirit.

I was going from the living room to my bedroom in the early evening when I looked down the hall and saw a dark figure toward the end. I thought I was a thief and began to back up slowly. It didn't move. As I was backing up, the lights flickered off and on. Every muscle was tense. I stopped to stare at the figure. Just then the phone rang.

It startled me so bad I stumbled over the chair. When I got up, I wheeled around to look down the hall and nothing was there. I grabbed my keys and left the house. I felt compelled to get in the car and drive. My pulse pounded in my temples as I got in and started the car. I wanted to drive to overlook point to see the city lights. I don't know why I needed to go there, but I knew I had to go. The closer I got, the more urgent the feeling.

When I arrived at the point, I saw something that at first startled me, but then caused me to be more relaxed than I had been in a long time. Joe was there. He was out of his car, standing, looking at the lights. We looked at each other. I could see from the tired look on his face he had been going through the same miserable trial that I had been experiencing. He could tell from the look on my face that we had shared the same terrible experience. Our conversation was unbelievably brief. You been back, he began, even though he knew the answer. Yes, we need to return. Tomorrow good?

I asked. Yeah. Noon. He got in his car, and I got into mine. I hadn't even wanted to talk to him about his experience. Obviously, he didn't want to know mine. I drove over to B's house. When he answered the door, I thought that B actually looked like he was doing fine, somewhat happy.

One look at me, and his disposition changed. Our conversation was also succinct. I ran into Joe, and we're going back in tomorrow at noon. Be looked dead serious. He just nodded his head. I asked him if I could spend the night at his house. He eagerly let me in. I didn't notice until later, but every light in his house was turned on.

He led me to his spare room. Help yourself. Thanks. I washed up in the bathroom, took some medication, and got the first decent sleep in a long time. I woke early this morning and came home to get ready for the trip. I thought I would send out this update, so no one will wonder what's going on with me. I suspect that by the time most of you read this, I will be back home and will have a great story to tell. I promise that if you haven't heard from me by now, you will very shortly.

It is now 10 a.m. on Saturday the 19th. We will be leaving for the cave in two hours. Preparing for this trip will be like no other trip I've been on. For the first time in my life, I will carry a gun into a cave. I will also carry a knife. an extensive first aid kit, plenty of food and water, and a camera. I will take several sources of light and a pad of paper and pencil.

I will have to take all of my climbing rope, since B-loss is in the cave. I will carry a good length of rope with me on the other side of Floyd's tomb. This is the first time in three weeks that I have heard any reference to Floyd's tomb. It sent shivers of my spine just typing it. There are so many things I hope to accomplish this day. So many answers I hope to find in a tiny passage hidden from view. Reflecting on the events leading up to today

leaves me feeling dizzy. Was this all a bad dream? Unfortunately, I am wide awake. And still, in a few short hours, I might face my nightmare. The thought of having another person with me in the passage does nothing to alleviate the fear I feel. I almost chuckle as I ponder a childish notion that we will have to consider. Who will enter the tomb first?

Who will lead the way into the dark unknown? Who will decide when to turn back? Foremost among the questions in my mind is, what about the video camera that I left behind? It is supposed to be able to record in complete darkness. I left the thing running. So what might we find on the tape? Darker questions follow.

What if the camera is gone? What if it is destroyed? Although it is difficult to put an exact name on my motivation, I think closure fits quite nicely. I need to find out a few things about this cave. The main thing, believe it or not, is to find the end of the cave. With all of the bizarre things I've witnessed these past few weeks,

it would seem a bit trite to want as a primary goal. to get to the end. But that is what I want, to be sure, I will be seeking other bits of knowledge along the way. If, however, I find the end to this main passage and an end to the passage hidden by the rock, I will be content to never return to the passage or the cave again. Never.

It would seem to me that crawling headfirst through a tight passage into the darkness is an unnatural thing, just like crawling up the side of a cliff for recreation, or jumping out of a perfectly good airplane and floating to the ground. We do these things to satisfy our hunger for adventure, this subconscious desire to conquer our own little Everest. As B is fond of saying, caving is the last opportunity for exploration for the person with modest means.

True. Just a short drive from just a short drive from, just about anywhere in the country is a cave waiting to be explored. Even a cave well-known among the general public can be approached by someone for the first time as an adventure, something new, something to overcome, because it's there. Many of you don't agree with my decisions to pursue this cave. I know this from the messages I've received. I'm afraid I don't have a choice.

If I am ever to experience restful slumber, I must return. If I am ever to walk the halls of my own home in peace, I must return. If I am ever to exit the overworld and enter the subterranean world of a cave, I must now return. I no longer feel that I have a choice. I must return. For my family and friends who are reading this, I say, Be at peace. I will conquer this cave.

Then I will return and update this website immediately. I will include any photos we take in the cave today. And if you stop by the house, I will show you the video I will have. I expect to be home later tonight. Or tomorrow, at the latest. See all of you soon, with a lot of answers. Love, Ted. A friend of mine told me I should be coming here to talk to you all about my,

well, I feel paranoid calling it a problem, but it's starting to feel that way. The gist, I guess, basically, is that I work for a security guard service, and what I do personally is sub-in for security guards around my area when they can not get another guard to cover shifts. And honestly, I make more hours than you would think. My area is a tourist spot and many hotels and sites want full night security, etc. But recently, after a job at a resort over here, I'm having some unusual events happening to me on a near-nightly basis.

And just last night, things started to happen in my home. Now, my friend recommended me here, and I probably wouldn't have even considered his advice, except for the fact that here I am at work again tonight, and I keep feeling like I'm being followed. or watched again. And not quite sure what else to do at this hour, but tell of my goings on and keep posting pictures of things happening here. Presently, I'm outside patrolling this part of the grounds

that's under construction. I think a new truck housing lot or loading house, I'm not exactly sure. But I keep feeling like maybe. There's somebody out here with me. I'll walk around and hear something shuffle in the construction. And it could be just animals, but after my week, it's, well,

I'm on edge to say the least. And the O.P posts a picture of the construction site, I guess he's working on, and you can just see how dark it is and honestly creepy. And then he continues saying, not sure if I messed up these name fields here or what, but I am the O.P. I'm sitting here in this construction at night, and I'm pretty sure I am hearing footsteps crunch up in the construction, but then when I get my light up on it, I'm not really seeing anything, but at this point, that just would be following suit for my week.

Definitely consider calling it up my supervisor. Pretty sure I just saw a guy out here. But every time I try to get my light over on him, it's just no good. Just creeping me out in general since the rest of the place where it's not construction is literally just fields of dirt and there's absolutely nothing worth stealing here, not even tools. And then someone comments under this thread to the OP saying, You need to learn how to pick up a name. All that aside, what makes you think that this isn't just actually some normal person there to steal stuff?

I mean, isn't that why people hire security because they have things they want to protect? And then someone commented a kind of a joke saying, O.P., it's your boss. I hired you to guard the site from any potential vandals or hooligans out on Halloween, not to browse 4chan, get back to work. And then the O.P replies to both of these saying, normally I would completely agree with you. I mean, this is literally what I'm here for.

But in almost my whole time working security, all the incidences I've ever had were just blatant things, telling people to get out of the resort pool or stop trespassing, etc. But ever since last week, it's like this exact same kind of shit's been happening at work. Sounds like people are coming upstairs and then nobody is there. Or my gear just turning up missing. Or randomly in totally wrong spots. Walk out of the office and have been doing rounds and find my two-way just sitting in the middle of the hall floor.

Just lots of little weird things and this place is creepy to boot. I don't really need much extra coaxing to be stressed out here. I think I'm going to just keep dumping some pictures, though. The flashes of light in the area make me feel a bit safer anyways. And then someone comments saying, My friend, we are here with you in your dark hour. Keep posting and talk to us. We will keep you company.

And then someone says, you work in the state's OP. And then the OPR responds to the we're with you comments saying, I really appreciate that. I'm taking lots of photos, but I hear some noise over by the work tracker thing. And I got a few quick snaps, but in all actuality, it looks more like something is in by the porta potty and not the tracker stuff. In the photos, it looks like maybe something starts to obscure some of the posts and the dirt, but there was not really anyone there.

And I'm not sure why some of the post began to obscure in the photos and then came out perfectly fine again in later ones. And then the OP posts a picture. And in the picture, we can see the porta potty he's talking about, a light out in the distance and just kind of, yeah, dirt everywhere. Yeah, you can't really see anything else. But yeah, pretty eerie photo, to be honest. And then it continues saying, creepy as shit, I'm about to post the rest of the construction work photos for now and move back over to the truck loading area. And then he replies to the state's question saying, yeah, I do work in the states.

Sounds are creepy as fuck. especially when there's not anything you can find that makes them. And then he posts another picture. It looks like it's just slightly to the left of the original picture. Nothing different. So Port-a-Potty, still dirt. Yeah. Anyways.

And then someone comments and asks, How large is this construction area? Are you the only one garden it? And the OPE response saying, Yeah, I'm the only one here. The actual entire construction area of this place is pretty big. I'd say at least three acres of completely flat open field with work going on, maybe only on a third of it, but the trucking lot that's already been here for a while is just

a few buildings and warehouses large at best. And I think that's the main concern for property theft, which makes it all the more odd that someone would be out here with me in this barren construction zone. Does anyone else notice how these posts become obscured? I literally have no idea why, but I definitely felt like looking back on it, something was just standing in front of those post. And then he posts another picture and we can't really see anything. I mean, something could be saying in front of that post, but still it's just the port-a-potty picture. I don't really see anything. But anyways, someone says not exactly sure what that is in the pictures, but two of those posts definitely do seem to just kind of disappear. Fucking weird O.P. And then the O.P. comes back

and then gives us an update saying, was walking back over the truck lots and I heard some scuffling for sure over in a bit of one of those buildings. Came from right in the middle, but I snapped his shot and got nothing. And then it just looks like a construction zone. And yeah, nobody there. I would be freaking out if I was him, though. And then he gives us another update saying,

after hearing that stuff, I kind of booked it over the truck lot. Much better lit over here. Although creepily, there are even more places to hide if someone was actually here with me. And yeah, I guess so. It's a creepy kind of warehouse area. but I'm kind of surprised the OPE hasn't told us what he's really hearing. I guess just noises.

And then someone comments saying, Truck place looks pretty creepy to O.P. You live in an abandoned city or something. And then the OPE says, no, I live in a pretty popular little tourist trap, actually. It's really just a lot of these places in the industrial part of town are pretty run down. And he gives us another picture of a wall. I think he's just going to keep updating us with the pictures. And then someone makes a comment saying,

I'm sure it is nothing. I'm not very skilled with contrast editing. And then, yeah, this person kind of contrasted the picture so you can see. And yeah, we definitely can't see anything in the picture, the OP sent. And then the OP gives us another update and replying to that saying, do you think maybe you can do the same to the ones with the post near the rent a shitter? That's the part that was really messing with me. Also, just these truck slots are so weird.

They just pile trash everywhere. And then he sends a picture of the trash and yeah, someone definitely could be hiding in there. And then someone replies to that picture saying, there's nothing O.P. You're just being paranoid, in my opinion. You shouldn't have took on that guarding duty if you're scared this easily. And yeah, the person kind of turns up the contrast and there's nobody or nothing there. And then the OPE response to that saying, not this picture, it was the earlier ones with the portable bathroom and the shot that I was worried about. And it's not really not that I'm scared all that easily.

This place just literally gives me the creeps. These picks I've been posting over the last three have all just been junk in the truck yard. I start getting ready to leave duty anyways here in about five minutes or so. I lied. Fuck all that other noise. Can you enhance this photo? I could have sworn it sounded like feet crunching on gravel

behind this truck and I took a quick flash and it kind of looks like legs under the side of the truck. I'm not sure though. My display is kind of shitty out here. And then he posted a picture. And to be honest, I can't even see a truck in here. But I guess the O.P. heard crunching on gravel, which is creepy. And then he made another post saying, was there in a subsequent frame, too?

Just not exactly sure what that is. And I guess you can see like a dumpster or something there. I can't really see anything. But we have to wait for that one commenter to turn up the resolution or the contrast. And then someone comments saying, I'm no photo wizard, but here you go O.P. If there's nobody there with you fit real, it's time to call the Ghostbusters. And yeah, he posts the higher contrast photo, and you can't really see anybody. So, yeah.

And then the OP response to that saying, those are just what I snapped in my burst mode shot. It's dark on shit in this particular spot, and this is the best resolution my phone gets out here. On that note, now that I'm completely terrified, having gone around the truck pretty much around 60 seconds later, and it being the area where all the trash is packed with no easy way out, my change of shift just got here to relieve me. I let him know I thought maybe someone was legitimately there, but something tells me if this is going to follow the same suit as the rest of the week, I'll be the only one having shit to happen to me at all.

And then someone says, probably foxes shuffling around. Someone says, not sure foxes look like those last pictures. Yeah, those look like some fucking leg standing there. And I'm going to take a double check at this, And oh yeah, they're actually kind of do look like two legs there, but it almost looks doctored to me. I mean, I don't think it is doctored, but yeah, that is a little bit creepy. It's kind of like a ghost almost.

Yeah, double checking that, that's a little bit creepy. Anyways, the O.P gives us another update to reply. Yeah, they definitely do. Well, that completely just with me so hard. I was doing a job over at a hotel here about a week ago, and I had this crossing with this really odd guest at the hotel. He was well-dressed, suit jacket and vest every time I saw him, probably younger 30s, but taller, over six feet. And he seemed fine. But I kept finding him all night wandering the halls, getting ice, going out to smoke, going out for eggs.

He gave me excuses without provocation every time I saw him that night. What was odd is I never saw him twice on the same floor except for maybe once, and I must have seen him at least six times over the course of a single night. but there was something weird about him. Like he locked eyes with me a little too long. And when he would walk away, I knew he would stop walking and just watch me leave. It was super creepy. Then, after the night, every single job I've been on,

I've been hearing footsteps and seeing things out of the corner of my eye. And I swear to God, it gives me the exact same creepy vibe of that guy. I don't know exactly what the deal is, but it just feels exactly the same. Every night since then, even nights when I'm not at work, I'm hearing this stuff in my house since a day ago, but that photo is blowing my mind.

I'm fucking sure those are his slacks. And then someone responds to this saying, well, if you're not just trolling us, I feel for you. My brother is a security guard and I'm picturing him in your shoes. Stay safe. Someone else says, did anyone else mention seeing this guest? And then someone else says, can you take any more photos around that truck?

See if we get anything else? And then someone else says, take a picture of the other side. Also, can someone circle what I'm supposed to see here? I don't get it. And then the OPE responds to all of these saying, Honestly, this past week is the first time anything even remotely strange has happened at all during my security work. I've never even been into paranormal stuff or anything before all of this. I seriously was starting to think I was going crazy out here, but that picture kind of sold me on it.

I don't feel quite as crazy anymore, but I wouldn't worry too much for your brother. I've literally never had anything happen like this week. I'm not sure. I mean, while I was on shift, no complaints were phoned in at all or anything, and I think the whole night I only even saw just one other couple. I usually go on shift about 11 and get off around 7, so not seeing anyone during fall season here is pretty normal at nights, but I saw this guy at least six times, which is pretty abnormal, just in and of itself. But the way he acted was just so nails on a chalkboard, if you catch what I mean.

Everything was fun on the surface, but it was just something about him. I guess I can call up there when in just a bit when the real hotel desk staff comes in and asks them if there was any kind of complaints about that guy. I already left post at that such place, and I think that was really my only night this week on post at that spot. I go somewhere else tonight, and I'm not sure if taking photos now would do much good anyways. The sun crested a while ago and daybreak has well set in now.

Those final pictures were pretty much right on the edge before dawn. And then some commenter replies to the worry about the brother comment, saying, well, even though he's not into anything paranormal, a couple years ago he saw a weird shadow man or something and had a chair move slowly on its own. I posted that story here a few times before, and he's been attacked by an actual human before. So all I'm saying is I respect the people

who work dangerous jobs like this and want them to be as safe as possible. And then some people send the pictures of the porta potty where the OP thought someone was blocking the poll. And then someone says, Pretty sure these pictures is what was going on for with these, or am I wrong OP? And then he posts a picture and he says all of them are in view.

and I would agree I don't see anyone blocking a pole. And then someone else comments saying, fourth pole obscured by what? And so I guess these two pictures, so did the guy move in front of them or something like that? I don't know. And then someone else says, if you follow the outline of the legs up,

you can just barely make out the outline of a person. Creepy OP, you should definitely open up another threat again. And then the OP responds to that saying, those are exactly what I was talking about when I was there. Those poles were the ones being like, I don't know, erased or something from my photos. I just don't know what was blocking them. I heard a sound somewhere else. But the first photo, that way made me see something over by the porta potty.

And I just snapped a few more burst shots at it. And that's what came out. Those photos are all probably only five seconds apart total. And then someone else makes another comment about it. And he says, third pole gone completely. Fourth pole obscured almost completely. black is almost solid. And so yeah, someone definitely could be blocking it,

but wouldn't something kind of show up if the O.P. took a flash photo? I don't know. And then someone says, when you took that second picture, were you standing any further or closer from the pose than you were in the first picture, even if it was only a few steps?

Because in the first picture, you can already barely see the fourth poll. And then the O.P. responds to a few of these comments, there were actually about six or so in pictures on that burst. those are just the definitively distinct ones, but I didn't move forwards or backwards at all, not even an inch.

All I did was maybe pan the camera a little while it shot. And then the OP says, all right, I think I'm going to call the hotel now. I'm sure the management was in. I know for a fact there was no security complaints at night, but sometimes the hotel night staff get trivial shit that they don't tell us about. Suppose it's worth looking into, right?

And then the OP gives us an update. saying, well, I called the hotel, and I asked about last Tuesday, and if they had any night shift report on the guy. It seems like the morning shift manager that's on right now was the same manager that was there on the Wednesday morning when it came off shift last week. I called and asked him if he had any problems with this one particular guy, and the manager got really uneasy sounding over the phone. He told me that actually he was the one at the front desk when the dude checked in. just a little bit after the sun had gone down. He told me he remembered it was right after sundown

because there was a fireworks show at dusk or something and that the man had come in commenting about the show. It's not exactly that he babbled or anything, and I totally agree with that. He didn't really seem to babble to me either. He just said things that should have been really almost familiar or friendly, but coming from him, they were almost wrong. Like the guy who effed your girlfriend trying to talk to,

you about your favorite baseball team or something it was like just insincere anyways the hotel shift manager told me that the dude came in and bought three rooms and that struck him as pretty much downright weird i mean rooms are like hundreds of dollars a night even in offseason and it was just one guy buying rooms all for himself anyways that really made him stick in the shift managers apparently because this dude knew exactly who i was talking about the second I asked about the tall guy in the suit and vest. They didn't even have to tell him about the hair or anything before he started jabbering away about this shit.

I didn't even want to ask him if he had anything else happened to him. But towards the end of the manager saying all that shit, he told me that the guy checked out the next morning, but that since then, he thought he'd seen the guy around this town this week, but only caught him in the corner of his eye places or in crowds for a second. Weird thing is,

I have never seen that guy again. But the whole time he was anywhere around me, it really was like having my nails run on paper or nails on a chalkboard. Like, I just needed to get away from it. Kind of just, kind of wrongness? Really an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. And I haven't seen him, I hope, since then.

But every night to get that same feeling all the time. And it feels like he's around anyways, especially after last Thursday, when all the sounds started. And then someone comments saying, well, he sounds like a genuine creeper and a rich one at that.

Rich, sketchy guys are always super creepy and make sure you keep your phone well charged every time you go out. Do you have a gun, mace, or other means of defense while you're on guard? Also, maybe you could see

if that manager can save any security footage he may have of the guy just in case shit starts again. Then he can be pointed out to the cop. if he's stalking slash harassing you or doing any other sketchy shit. And then someone says maybe the guy was shooting a video or on drugs or something. Or shooting a video while on drugs.

And then the OPR response to these saying, I forgot completely about the security footage. Before I did security guard work, I actually did access control in DVR slash camera installs and gate control stuff and everything. I didn't think to ask him to pull the security footage, but I might swing by their security room here later. and just do it myself when nobody is around.

I don't really want to get caught using a DVR to take footage just to creep on my potential creeper. I know that probably sounds weird. I don't own a gun, although I probably should. I could get better security jobs, too, if I did. No lie there. Don't think they let me take any other kind of weapon on post either. They have pretty strict laws about that kind of stuff. I'm lucky if my flashlight weigh more than two pounds

and have lights that last more than 30 minutes continuously, honestly. security firms can be cheap skates even in high profile. And then he says, no, definitely not a video. I mean, I say that, but I don't know for sure. But something about him just told me, he didn't care about that. I'm not sure about the drugs either. Like I said, he wasn't insane. He was just wrong.

Like he just was the kind of person that when they smile, you know absolutely that they are a wolf wearing people's skin. He was just wrong. He wasn't stupid or crackhead. He dressed super sharp in everything. He was just not good people. And then someone replies to him saying, Well, I live in a gun-happy state.

So my brother has his concealed carry permit and two handguns. So I at least know he has protection if he needs it. I don't know what the laws are like where you live, but maybe it's time to discuss it with your employers. At the very least, you should be allowed mace or pepper spray. And yeah, it would be great if you could get the foot. footage, but don't get busted if you don't ask permission. Don't lose your job over this.

And who knows, the dude could be harmlessly a centric man or he could be a serial killer. Either way, it's always best to prepare for the worst-case scenario. You just don't want to do anything rash while you're at it. And then the OPE replies to this saying, the only problem is that there are literally different laws in application when you're a security guard. There is a distinction between armed and unarmed postings and regardless of your own personal carry permits carrying a weapon in an unarmed post is a crime even with a permit i could probably get away with pepper sprayer mace though and yeah maybe he is harmless but uh pictures with legs with nobody to go with

them and the same exact feelings of mother gree that he gave off happening to me all week makes me think that maybe he's not so harmless although if you want to be dead it probably have been a perfect time tonight that post has no security cameras at all the truck one not the hotel the hotel definitely has floor cams and then a commenter replies to this op saying i know that sucks that's why i suggested to discuss things with their employers and he was replying to the why he can't carry a gun and then uh the commenter replies to the pepper sprayer may's comment saying if you can get right on that and then he responds to the uh comment of the op saying pictures with legs with nobody to go with them that's sketchy and then the commenter says he definitely

sounds sketchy to me but you just want to air on this out of caution. For starters, you don't know for sure the legs belong to him. So you could be focusing so hard on this creepy guy that you totally missed the fact it was some potential robber scoping out the place or whatever. Someone else says, maybe you could get one of those lapel cameras cops wear for when you're posted somewhere that has no security cameras. That's a good idea, like a body cam. And then someone else says, maybe you could carry a taser. And then someone says, yeah, that's a great idea. Do this OP. A camera can be a a great weapon too, as has been proven over and over these days. Someone else says, pretty sure a taser or

stun gun counts anon. I'm sure there are laws restricted in the use of them too. Someone else says, wouldn't hurt to ask, and a stun gun is a shitty weapon in my opinion. Salt and silver might be better for OP if he thinks he's up against something paranormal. And then the OP response to these comments saying, the lack of security cameras usually is a non-issue. My phone does the job pretty well, I mean. And it's potentially more visible as a deterrent than a lapel camera. Both are pretty much useless, though as someone's going to murder me though. I mean, the best way to make those videos never appear is just kind of murk me and mark my phone, yeah? And then he responds to the comment saying, unfortunately, stun guns and tasers are also prohibited on unarmed post. Mace is probably

as good as my options get. And then the OPE says, it's not that the legs definitely belong to but I've been definitely been hearing shit for the past week. And the point of the matter is they were definitely legs in that photo. And that kind of reinforces how I felt about being followed around. You think a potential burglar casing a joint would follow the night security around? Me thinks that's exceptionally counterproductive to accomplishing a good heist, especially since I reported all that stuff in my logs. Furthermore, the really messed up part is the never actually seen a full person.

Hell, I've never seen any amount of any person, basically until right this morning. And then someone responds saying, I don't know what to tell you, O.P. We'll just have to wait and see how this unfolds. This is X and all, but even though I want to believe, I'm a little skeptical at heart, and I'm pretty sure this is just some crazy creep. Who knows why stalking you, or at least your workplace, but if you can catch them in the act, you can do something about it. And then someone responds to the burglar or casing and joints would follow the night's

security around question saying it's risky and criminals are usually dumb but maybe if he was working with another guy keeping track of where you are might have been useful you know if they fancied themselves as pulling some ocean's 11 shit or whatever but i think you're probably right have you talked to anyone else that's work security at this place maybe it isn't just you and then the opi responds saying see and if it was just my workplace i would have been all right with it the day before last i started to hear this shit in my house as well. I mentioned it earlier on this thread. Live in a two-story place, and I know I heard feet hitting the weird stare in my house about four times that night, and I woke up with windows open my place on the second floor. Windows that never open.

I mean, fuck. I never even open any windows, so whatever's messing with me at work, I'm almost positive, has been home with me. And then someone comments, unless the robber had access to the new age experimental optical camouflage and could render himself more or less invisible, that wasn't a damn robber. And then the OP comments, talking to the hotel manager was the first time I even mentioned this stuff to anyone even related to a workpost.

I mean, until this morning, I thought I was going a bit crazy. Hearing all this shit with no proof, seeing those two legs help me out quite a bit knowing I'm not going mad at all, pulling Ocean's 11 shit on what? A half-constructed truck lot? or a truckyard that mostly has trashed pallets, I'm just baffled as to what there was to steal from there. And this is like the seventh place I've had these events start to unfold, though only the first time I took photos, which seemed productive, actually.

And then someone asked, sounds like you need to invest in home security as well, more cameras too. If you hear noises again, do not ignore it. Try to find the source as quietly as possible. You can take down an intruder in your home with a weapon. I'm sure unless your state has fucked up laws. And then the OP response to that saying, No, I feel very well versed in actually taking down intruders and fighting.

I've been in quite a few brawls and my actual home is lined with many blunt and pointy things. But out on the job feels pretty weird. Feel more vulnerable there than I do in my own home. Though that's probably pretty normal, I suppose. King's Castle and all? Also, I'm not dismissing highly skilled creeper. He just would have to be. exactly that in insanely highly skilled creeper this stuff has been going on for over a week

solid though i think maybe i'll ask a friend to stay over and i'll start photowing everything and keep it all posted here maybe there's somewhere else i could keep it all posted it wouldn't have to worry about a 404 and then someone says hey opi as a fellow unarmed guard don't do anything that is going to get you shit can. Taking security footage covertly and carrying Mace with you is probably not a good idea. And the O.P responds to this saying, that's probably really good advice about the security footage. Mace, though, I was just going to talk to my CEO on Postabout and ask him if it could be worked out. I don't see a reason why not, as it's the very bottom of the non-lethal deterrence, so to speak. I really do want to see some security footage of that guy, but I'm pretty iffy on it myself.

Though in this instance, I was actually part of the work that did all the security hardware installs on a sister hotel on the other side of town. And I know they are done up identical. Getting to the stuff should be absolutely no problem. But being wary of getting fired is a definite concern. Maybe I'll just ask the shift manager later today and see what we can do. And then the O.P and some commenters kind of chop it up for a bit talking about stuff. None of it was really that important. But then the O.P goes back to work.

later the night and says i actually am alive at work in post right now not much going on tonight despite it being Halloween we normally have flashlights on post the one last night just gave out before i even started taking photos most of these posts aren't really heavily maintained for equipment just posting a photo i took last night to prove it's me still and then the picture is just of a i guess yeah the construction site so that's just to prove it's the op and then he says i try to start another thread but it didn't go over well having a hell of a night over here tonight got a lot of photos and plenty of noises and shit i'm almost positive that whatever is back with me tonight post did indeed have a flashlight with me and also where i left off in the other thread i was pretty sure i'd seen a guy over here snapped a few quick photos with the light on the building where i thought i saw movement and then he post a picture

and god this is terrifying looking i mean you can't really see anything but i can't imagine you just being out here in the dark in thinking some person was there with me. But it looks like a building in the distance. I don't know what's close to him. Maybe a sidewalk. And you can't really see anything else. And then the OPE says, picture that happened after that one.

Thought I caught movement on this shed, but the photos all came out like this one. And of course, by the time I got up to it, there was nothing around at all. And then he posts another picture, and it's very blurry, but equally as eerie. And then someone says, someone enhance these images.

Something is there. And then the Opie says, I don't know how to do it on my phone, or I would do it myself. Heard some stuff sounded like some scuffling over here, so I came to the tree to look around. Nothing but creepy tree here, I guess. F-h-hating hate all of these noises

were they nothing to make them. And then he posts a picture of the tree, and yeah, all of these photos look like from a horror movie. I don't know how the Opie's doing this while he's typing on 4chan. I mean, I believe him, but yeah, so, so scary. And then someone says, maybe a weird question, but did you get a good look at the tall gentleman's eyes, the color and the shape? And then the opi says, heard something over here and snap some more photos.

All I'm seen in those photos myself are just the same kind of dark obscuring effect that was going on last night. But if there's something there, I'm probably going to shit my pants. And then he shares another photo of trash can, a picture of the building, I suppose. I don't know where he's doing his security job. I don't think this is the construction site that he was at last night, but I'm sure he'll update us soon. And then the OPE response to the eye question saying, I did.

They were pretty basic, just a normal brown color. And the shape was pretty normal. Why do you ask? And then he says, no, I agree. There is definitely something there. But it's the same kind of shit as last night. And I'm mostly doing bursts of images. I'm just picking the ones out where the things being off are in fact most

noticeable. I'm completely aware that it definitely looks like something is there. That's why I'm even posting them at all. I'm hoping to catch something here, been hearing shit all night. I didn't mean literally if there's something there. I meant like a full figured person or something more exacting. I am completely well aware there looks like there's something or somebody in those shots. That's why I'm posting them going, what in the fuck am I looking at here? I agree with you both. And then someone says, curiosity, was he whites, black, Latin, or Persians perhaps, hunched over at all, crooked teeth? And then the Opie response to that saying, he was white, no olive toned the skin or much bronzing. His teeth were all fine.

And he stood up straight every time I was looking at him. He had no physical deformity of any kind of unusual value effect or anything. He was completely physically normal. And then someone says, that's a good sign. it is possible that you might have just encountered an affluent psychopath some people pick up on that sort of thing and it really does get to the core perhaps everything else is mere coincidence this is what i would hope and then the op he posts a creepy picture of a crucifix in the dark saying oh boy just some creepy window crucifix here thanks for having my heart jump doc and then uh yeah even though i don't know where he is but yeah that if i was at nighttime and i just see that pop up i'd be a little bit spooked and then he says uh

affluent psychopath. Good sign. Okay, I'm glad that's all then. Why is shit so much creepier in the dark? And then he posts another picture of a terrifying kind of cafeteria sort of looking thing. Yeah, very creepy. And then someone says, what that small shed is supposed to be? And the OPE says, not sure. I've never been in it or anything and it's part of the medical park, but I don't have keys to basically any buildings up here as they are all privately owned. Not sure at all what is facilitating here. And then someone posts a picture of a highly contrasted picture of the OP sent and says, Let the shitting begin.

And yeah, it does look like a person there. But then someone says, I think we're just overthinking it because in reality, it just looks like a dark shadow. But yeah, that is a very eerie picture. I mean, it could be just a person standing in the dark. And then someone says that photo was just contrast altered by thinking required. And then someone says, call my supervisor about this, because that's pretty compelling to someone being there. He said he's going to come over and check it out with me. And then someone says, be careful, O.P. And can you bring extra flashlights or even set up floodlights?

And then the OPE responds to that saying, my flashlight actually has not died at all tonight and has been used in every picture posted. It's a pretty large mag light type, but it still affords little visual improvements at far range in conjunction with the camera. I suppose I could buy and bring my own, but that's spending money I don't really have. Floodlights are a definite non-go on essentially every post I work. Super came and went, I'm basically leaving post now. And he posts another picture of a creepy picnic area. Yeah, everywhere he's posted looks terrifying. And then he says,

whenever I get home, I'm going to put all the photos on my PC and see if I can find any that are really out of place or something. And then the OP gets back to his computer and says, oh shit. Looking through some of the burst images shots I had, I think I have a few pictures with this guy in it. Holy fucking fuck. Let me find a way to put them all together somehow. And then he puts them all together and says,

oh fuck, most definitely. I'm putting this picture up on this section of burst images so you can see he's only in a few stills next to each other. Then I'm going to upload the ones he's in. I swear it's that effing guy. mother effort. And he says, definitely the guy. And he post a picture and oh my God. Look at this. This is genuinely one of the most terrifying pictures I've seen on a 4chan thread. Look at that. He barely caught him. There is a guy there. Confirmed. Why is there a guy with O.P? Oh my God.

There's somebody there. You can see that he was kind of like looking back. The guy kind of looks bald. almost next to a truck that gave me goosebumps everywhere. And then he says, there was literally nobody around here. And that truck in the photo wasn't even a good distance away from this window reflection. This meant this guy would have been just out of my line of sight, but it couldn't have been more than a 200 feet away from me. And then you can see the guy looking back almost. Oh my gosh, this is so scary.

And then he says, so yeah, rethinking going back on post without a weapon now, And oh my God, you can see the guy. This is probably the best picture we have of the guy. Black suit. Some sort of kind of gray hair, maybe a comb over. And yeah, white truck. This is genuinely terrifying. This is the scariest story I've ever read so far.

Anyways. And then someone replies saying, opi is kill. And then someone else says, that looks like him, all right? It's not a friend or coworker with you, is it? You said a friend recommended you here? Maybe he's in on it? And then the opi replies.

saying, I'm not dead, was phoning the hotel to get this dude's name and license plate stuff. Apparently, the dude paid in cash and told them he didn't have a car. F***ing my life a lot. I got basically zero to go on. I did tell the cops, though, and they said they're going to pull the security footage from the hotel and get to looking for him. I really do hope they get this guy. It's starting to get seriously funky. Also, no, I definitely don't know this guy and someone recommended me here as an after fact that this shit was happening. In all actuality, it was a friend who moved away and who had almost no way of knowing prior knowledge of these events until I told them myself, fuck my life. Too shitty to sleep.

And then someone says, you need to rest. Otherwise, you'll be less alert when he shows up again. I know you feel uncomfortable. So tie bells slash cans that will make noise all in your doorknobs and maybe put a few in front of the windows before he sleep. Or if that's too much trouble, ask a friend to come over who can stay awake and quietly read or watch. watch TV and be around for backup. And then the OPE replies to that saying, that might actually be a good idea, but I'm a bit pumped, at least for now.

I only woke up 11 hours ago, so it's not exactly like I'm at 16-hour sleep threshold yet or something. Also, now I'm going back and scrutinizing all of my burst imaging photos. I want to get like some solid events together for the cops on this, and I'm seeing him probably crop up in more places. I really need someone who can f*** the contrast and stuff. I don't even have Photoshop or anything like that. so I wouldn't know where to start.

Here he is again just standing. What's funny is that in the other frames of this burst shot, he's not just there in any other frame. And it's only like a second or so apart. Makes me wonder how many frames he really is in and I've missed him. And then he posts a picture and you can see him in the distance. Oh my God.

This is terrifying. So yeah, in the picture with the trash can, in the tree when he turned up the contrast you can see the guy in the far distance i don't know how far away it is it looks pretty far but this guy is literally stalking opi and then someone says well it seems he may have been in this photo to opi maybe we should look at all the rest was this thing in the picture in more frames than just one and then the person turns up the contrast and yeah you can definitely see a silhouette of a person all the way out there i mean i don't know why this guy would stand there if he knows the OP is probably taking pictures that way. Or maybe the stalker doesn't even know he's taking

pictures and just thinks the OP has a flashlight. Very, very creepy stuff though. And then someone else says, is it just me or in the last picture that OP posted? Does it look like there's a cross on that tree? And I agree. I was going to mention that, but it was minor. It does look like there's a cross on the tree, but that's unrelated. And then someone says, well, save the idea for when you do need to crash. This guy is a motherfuckerfling ninja. What did you do to dishonor his car? What did he do to dishonor his Klan. And then the O.P. response saying, actually, it's not. In this shot, just before the other one I posted, I got a clean hit on that building with the mag light and the camera pretty clean and whatever was there in the other photo that just got cleaned up is gone. Uh, holy shit, why does it kind of look like

that? Like hung up on a chain? Maybe a Halloween decoration or something? No fucking clue. And yeah, it does look like a cross on the tree, but who knows? Very, very creepy stuff. And then someone says, here's an idea, OP. Maybe try the direct approach, or at least as direct as you can get. The next time you hear or see him, yell out that you know he's there and he needs to stop fucking with you

or you will get the cops involved. He's dedicated, so it may not work, but at least he'll have been warned. And then the OP replies saying, yeah, I'll probably be calling someone over anyways, regardless of sleeping or not. I seriously hope this dude doesn't figure me for dishonoring his clan.

His level of get-in, get the fuck out is R-worded scary to me at this point. So I really don't think I want him to get serious or violent with me. Honestly, hope this is all a really huge prank or something. And then he says, the direct approach, I mean, I'm willing to try it. My real concern here is that it just caused him to then start being more direct himself. Not sure if I want that reciprocated. I'm not sure I have much to lose at this point, though. And then someone says, pretty sure that's my ninja creepster chilling back there. And then someone says, That was a thought of my mind, but he's not given up so far, and it's making you paranoid and worn out.

At least if he tried to mess with you, you'd have a fighting chance to take him out or get evidence to prosecute his ass. And then someone says, I suggest you go get a GoPro next time perhaps and tell us what he looks like to you. And then the Opie says, honestly, it sounds like a great idea, but currently, I really don't have the scratch to spend on a GoPro. I mean, it's first of the month bills and shit are literally slamming me today. The other problem is that more than half the time I'm not seen them at all. A flicker of movement here or there. Sounds, feet scuffling. Seriously, most of my experiences with this are all auditory.

I'd say for every one of these times where I think I see them, there's 15 or so auditory ones happening. Shit that's usually in my cue to even start snapping photos, so I'm not sure how much different it would be in terms of me telling you all how he looks to me at that moment, unless of course you're implying he somehow looks different to me than you you're definitely right about me being worn out and getting edgy about all this maybe if he shows up tonight where i'm at i will try this more direct method i think i'll take a sound recorder i have to just in case any of the conversations occur i don't know if that's a good idea i'm just thinking of more evidence to supply to the authorities honestly and then someone says holy shit o p just read through this whole thread I don't know why, but this photo scared the living shit out of me.

I agree with this guy. I actually got kind of jump scared when I pulled it up. So scary. I could even look for it longer than a few seconds without feeling something really wrong with it. Like, Eerie or something. Something is definitely with you. Be on your guard, bro, and keep us posted.

Ain't no mace or taser going to help you out with this spoopy MFer. Don't mean to be that Jesus Christian freak and I don't even believe in the Christian religion, but carry a effing cross and some other spiritually thingies with you. you could help more than you know. For some reason, bad spirits can't stand being around the things. Good luck, brave, sir. And the OPE responds to this saying, I definitely always felt some

kind of eerie shit with this guy. Glad I'm not the only one. I'm not really religious at all myself, but there was at least one cross there in the picture earlier. Ha-ha, that kind of creepy to me itself in these circumstances, but I mean, if I didn't like crucifix or something, wouldn't it have pieced out around that building, but I saw it almost exclusively around that building tonight. Maybe it's just a man? Maybe it's more evil than those symbols relate to good? I mean, I don't know about this, and I'm all frazzled out. I'm all for him being a man. In fact, I insanely prefer him being a man over anything unnatural. Ha ha. As far as evidence recording goes, I'm going to bring the little audio mic I have tonight

and work with that. Maybe you guys can catch some of the sounds of other shit going on too. I can record video on my phone as well, but what's the best way to upload that all to you? Also, I did start a blog at the behest of one of you yesterday to maintain all this info. I was just waiting for all this discussion to die down before updating it with all the things, but it's the link as posting you all is here gets me spam response, but all of this will go into that in case we 404. I'm all for it. I'd kind of rather it not being him, although I'm not actually sure what the dark spot was.

It's not there in other photos is the reason I really thought it was odd I'll post another one in a sec to show the difference And then someone says Where could the shadow be from though Because the two light sources are behind the little wall So that would have been shadowed over What could be there

And in addition the guards torches pointly Straightly towards that direction So what could have been in front of the torch To cast that shadow That creep looks like a hitman if I'm honest Gives me the chills And then the Opie says Oh, fuck me.

No good. Here's the shed illuminated, but another picture coming that was actually taken after this one, but just a few frames before the shadowed one in question. And he shares it. And oh my God, he is right. The guy was there. Because look, look, there's no shadow there anymore. So someone had to have been there.

And then he says, that shadow definitely looks like it has a bit more form in this one. Now, the other illuminated one wasn't in a burst set, but this. and the other shadowed one were when I got my mag light level on it and got to the shed, there wasn't anything there. Note that a lot of these photos are in at least four times zoom and I'm pretty far away actually. And then he shows, oh my God, somebody was there. But my question is, how did he not like hear the guy run away or slide away, still equally as terrifying? And then someone says, well, fuck, I hope there was a natural shadow.

Me too. And then, though, he says, yeah, so did I. This all has me very rollercoaster back and forth. I almost want to just dump this whole image folder and let you all sift through them to find things and just let me know the outcome. But there seriously was like almost 500 shots from last night. I'm still sifting through crap. And then some commenter sent a chilling photo and said,

again, did editing. And it looks like a man in a trench coat and a white shirt, but same hairstyle as man in window, along with body size and width. What do you think? And I agree. The more I look at this picture, the more it looks like a person standing there.

And oh my gosh, look at that. That's so scary and I agree. It's like the same sort of suit top as the guy. Maybe he just had it open with a white shirt underneath. And yes, looks like same frame. Oh my gosh. What is stalking OP? And then the OP says,

I think that in this shot he's not even close to the shed. Holy shit, look at that. His feet are clearly planted much closer to me than I had previously thought. I mean, he's on my side of that line on the grass. He much have only been again, like 200 feet away from me or so. How the fuck did I not see this guy? Every time I saw this guy, he was wearing a suit jacket, vest, and a red dress shirt. I'm not sure whatever he's wearing in these, but the height and the at least style of clothing does match.

hairstyle and stuff seemed so too. Although I can't get a real good look at it from this one. Just the general shape is the same. Seriously though, the fucked up part is with it altered like this. It's his proximity. I really had wondered how he had ducked the burst shots if he was as far back as the shed, because he would have to go around the back of it and walk away, or else breach the light somewhere.

Now it's even more puzzling because in front of the shed, there is absolutely no fucking way left or right, that he could have gone that would have not breached the lights and alerted me instantly. Either this dude is the best ninja ever, or I'm the worst security guard, period. Not rolling that last bit out though. And then someone comments, what if he hit the ground flat or just crouched down? I'm leaving soon, but I'll be back later to keep this right alive, O.P. You stay safe too. And then the O.P. says, I'm going to do my best staying alive. It's what I've done best in life so far. And then the O.P says, yeah, I'm starting to write out the blog spot now to keep all this cohesive from tonight

and gives me a minute to put this into a more relaxing narrative, mostly just for myself. I hope that officially makes things better, ha ha. The sad part is I am truly not joking. All the help I can get is appreciated at this moment. I like to think that I'm not going to wake up dead for work tonight. And then someone says, do what I suggested when you saw. Do what I suggested when you sleep. And how about telling your employer about the recent developments? And then the OP says, I did. I even call my supervisor over near the end of my shift tonight, and we wrote a huge report on it. He basically was with me up until five minutes before my shift ended, helping me sort through the events of the night, although small now in light of recent events. That's why after I came home,

I phoned the police in the hotel to try and get authorities on the matter. In fact, the police are supposedly pulling the footage from the hotel. I told them I wanted to place. a restraining order on this stalker, etc, etc. And then someone says, this guy reminds me of slender men. In every photo, he's facing your direction. Even with the pick with the legs behind the truck, it looked like he was facing you.

And then someone says, okay, good. Keeping others involved should help since they know what's going on. And then the OPE says, nah, I don't know about all that. There was one of the reflection photos where he is not facing me. I just didn't put it in.

Notice in the burst image tab, there are four photos circled, but I only put up three. I thought the one where he was facing somewhere else wouldn't matter much, but here he is. Also, isn't Sunderman like faceless and all fucky? This dude looks like a normal face having people in the photos where he can just be distinguished at least. And then he adds the picture he didn't include. And yeah, he is facing a way you can barely see the guy, but still, those photos give me the creeps. And then someone says, get a blunderbuss. It counts as antique, so softer laws for them, and night vision and pop that sucker.

And then someone says, sorry, O.P., fuck the laws. You should carry a gun anyways. Thought it's unarmed post. Does anyone actually check for your weapons? And definitely call a friend over to hang with you. And the OP says, unarmed post. As a security guard with a Class D license, I have stricter standards on my ability to carry weapons and protect myself. I almost am at a disadvantage here, really, as having a weapon on an unarmed post. becomes a felony and using one, even in self-defense under aggravated battery, is still a felony for me, regardless of it being a standard ground state in open carry and blah, blah, blah, blah,

blah. It's the one bad perk about actually having a security license. And then someone says, night vision then at least. And then someone says, valid points, but originally Slendy's stories were stories about a sharply dressed man who appeared in the background of photos of certain children before they disappeared. Paceless was never specified, I think, but that. still creepy how behind the truck he couldn't have seen you but was facing you night vision the only logical thing he suggested but aren't they expensive as fuck and what if ninja creep retaliates

with a flashlight in the eyes and then the op he says they don't check me per se but last night he definitely did have a large blade in my car truck on post though it was a fuck all helpful all night since i was nowhere near my vehicle i can and did carry a leatherman though the blade on it's not very big, but they make them pretty solid, and I'm not half bad with any blade. Part of growing up poor with some drunks for neighbors who like to throw bottles like kids, so I felt a little safer, but defending myself openly with a premeditated weapon on post could result in me being the one charged and sent to prison. Not exactly something I feel like having to even go into trial to defend against, you know, although at this point I'm started to feel more relaxed about the whole concept

of being armed. And then someone says, I think there's possibility to rent a night vision at local gun slash hunting gear slash military surplus store. Someone else says, I like the idea of you having a blade. If you ever approaches you, keep it hiding until he leads within striking range. And don't take chances of OFP. If you make sudden movements, stab his ass. And then someone says, exactly, don't let these guys bait you into a bad decision. It sucks, but that's stupid loss for you. If it comes to that, it's best if you're at home. And then the O.P says, I really don't know. I've only encountered. of the sensationalized version, I suppose, and I mean the guy's tall, maybe six foot three,

but he's not really, really big. Also, he's not so slender. The dude in the hotel was a solid 230 pounds, just a built dude. He really did remind me of a wolf wearing human skin. I gotta admit the truck thing was weird. In retrospect, he was standing like he was watching me through the trailer. Didn't even occur to me until now, really. Do remember, though, that I have seen this guy up close, assuming it's the same person at least. And I mean, aside from his general unease and oddity, I again stand by the fact that he looked more or less like people. It was his air and feeling about him,

maybe the cadence of his voice that was just all wrong. And then someone says, looks kind of fat bald to me. Are you sure he matches the appearance of the hotel guy? And then they attach four pictures of the guy's face that are kind of close up. And I don't think he looks bald, but he definitely has a comb over. and the feet under the kind of truck trailer.

God, that is so scary. I didn't even notice that until now that was a truck trailer. But yeah, so scary. And then the OP says, I guess I could call around and look. These past two nights, I was just using a camera. I've been able to prove that I'm not going crazy and that there's at least someone out here with me.

Ficking with me or whatever. So, I mean, utilizing that device has helped me out a lot. Maybe night vision would provide as much. I'm not sure, but I will be open-minded about it definitely, though obtaining some might be more difficult. I don't even know where a hunting store around here is. I might have to travel some to find that gear. And then the Opie also says, yeah, I've got some scars from some knife fights. Again, I feel pretty comfortable around pretty much anything with an edge on it. If we get physical and it comes to stabbing time, I have little qualms. The fact of the matter is, though, that I'll have to

most likely make do with the knife blade on the leatherman. As a utility tool, like that is not only permitted but encouraged on post where we don't have access to control, which is actually a lot of my work specifically since I only subshift for other guards really. And so I normally don't get entire master sets of anything when I'm out on these weird far-out posts. And then someone says, O.P. If he ever confronts you, call the cops first. Even if you remain silent and leave an open line, they might or might not be able to trace it.

But at least they could hear what's going on. You can't have a gun, but he might. Then your knife is useless. And then someone says, Quick question. In the reflection of the windows, was that your truck he's standing next to? If so, I really hope he didn't jump in the back seats or something

and catch a ride with you. And oh my gosh, that is terrifying. I didn't even think of that. And the OPE responds to all these saying, yeah, the dude in the hotel had hair, wore it parted out, one side down and the other side combed back or something. He wasn't bald, but definitely had some thinning off top.

Actually, you blowing these shots up pretty much sells me on it. Looks dead on with the guy. The trimmed up beard and everything can't even be seen. Didn't really even think the dude is fat, but he was definitely like a broad, tall dude. He actually looked more built out than fat. But that face down there is fucking. Yeah, definitely the guy. And then he says, sorry, ha ha, if it makes you feel any better, he's been keeping me awake too.

Yeah, definitely parted. He wore it like that also in the hotel. Definitely good advice that I will almost assuredly do. Not my truck. The truck was there when I arrived on post and there when I left. And then someone says, very true dude. He might interrupt O.P. trying to call the cops, though. And the knife isn't useless if he's dumb enough to get close to O.P.

And then someone says, depends on the situation. Pocket dialed cops, stay silent, remove knife but conceal, confront creep. Dial and drop the phone. Whip out knife, cut a bitch. And when I say dial, this should be a speed dial. Let's hope it doesn't come to either of those. He is a vampire, most likely a nocephrato, skip town O.P. And then the O.P. responds to both of these saying, yeah, really.

Also, I'd like to point out that he doesn't seem quite so thick in his side view, which is consistent. I think in the other photo, we're just seeing his broad front really. And then someone says, how much longer until your next shift O.P.? It's 10.02am here. Not sure if that matters, but I don't know if the time changes today or tomorrow. And then the OP responds to these saying, If he was a vampire, would we have got his reflection in all these windows?

Although I am pretty sure that your post was all in jest, figured I'd give that ruling out now before someone really does try to sell that one in here. And then he responds to the question asking when his next shift is, and the OP says, next shift in 11 hours from now. And then someone says, I'll be there with you, O.P., try to get some rest, man. If he think whatever the fuck this is, man or spoopy ghost,

is fucking with you at home turn your voice recorder on before you go to sleep as well as the other ideas posted and then the op he says i suppose they do have the suit thing in common i can see where you're coming from at least he's responding to a slenderman comment he also says i hope so too man the more support i get the better i'm thinking about making a Skype for this and trying to maintain a call the whole time i'm out at least if anyone would be interested in joining in and on that even to just listen maybe just a thought yeah he never struck me as the hugbot type this is is a great idea. I was going to either head over to a friend's place in a bit or call over someone to house at me while I sleep before work. The recorder wouldn't hurt. The going through the data

may prove difficult. And someone says, it might take a while, yeah, but if you upload it somewhere, you could scan through and look for any abnormalities in the sound waves. Not really sure how to do it, but I'm sure it can be done. And then the O.P. makes a Skype for people in the thread to join him, I guess. And he says, just a fluff thing to use for this is anyone decides that they indeed would like to keep me company on one of these patrols for any amount of time. Just feel free to add me or something. And then someone says, dude, if I'm free and your phone can handle it, I'll join the Skype call. Hearing us talk could calm you down whilst you're out on the job. And then the OPE responds to that saying, yeah, it really would. Most of my post, I'm the only one on

shift all night. Company of any kind would be greatly appreciated. And then a few of the commenters and Opie, kind of chop it up for a bit, talking about stuff and being like, okay, I'll be there. I won't be there. But anyways, then someone says, what is still messing with me is the fact that this is obviously a larger fellow. How is he getting around so nimbly and quiet? I know you are confident in your hand-to-hand abilities, but I'm thinking more and more, it would be a huge mistake to tango with this fucker. And then the OPE says, Seriously, can you post that edit?

I'd really like to see it. If we can catch more of him from the previous night, it'll back up my statements to the police all the more. And then, yeah, I'm not sure, but something looks to be over there. Not exactly sure what, though. I'm confident, but again, when you look at someone

and you think they are just some kind of just predator, just past the skin, you don't want to tangle with them either. The agility this dude must have is beyond baffling. If that was him last night, Again, like I said, he is either Anne Frank, level hide-and-go-seek champ, or he's the Michael Phillips of free-running. Not to mention he does all of this ninja shit and sitting in perfectly naturally obscured places

like he knows exactly how the light is played. It's all quite astounding. If he weren't so creepy, he'd be amazing, honestly. And then the Opie says, how long do these go before they hit a post or image limit? I've been almost consistently on page 1 of X for over 24 hours now. is the threat and danger of 4-4 soon and then someone says $35 at Walmart

$2 million candle power you'll be able to see and your friend Jimbo in the picture won't be able to do it and then the OPE says this I like this idea if not today I will be picking one up tomorrow only because I am no lie

paying bills as we speak and watching my funds drain but this will definitely become an inventory item for this shit and then somebody says anybody notice how all of OPE's photos have the light source aimed just to the side of the subject. So just barely enough light is cast to give his subject definition. Yet OP never sweeps his light to the left or right. Two at a 10.

O.P, get either glasses or a bigger light or something better to do than with credulous ass bags on X. And then the OPE replies this saying, I do sweep light over areas. Not to mention, most of these shots are maxed out zoom in my light source is only a hand mag light. Most of these shots yet again, are just a few picked out of nearly 500 shots in a single night. You're not seen nearly even a solid fraction of all the photos. Just most of them are a lot of nothing. I'm only even posting things that may contain some kind of free. And then the OP posts a picture, and this one is disturbing.

That, and yeah, I do need glasses. In all honesty, the camera at max zoom, with the mag pointed at something, sees much better at the distance of 400 to 800 feet, in the darkness than i humanly do so yeah sometimes i will definitely admit i fuck up aiming and don't even see the shit i'm shooting at and if i don't catch something how am i supposed to know to sweep the light the shed in particular i did in fact sweep though even posted a clean image where it's being swept and there's nothing there in the picture i was talking about so take a look look at this picture and take a look at this shed and what's next to there doesn't it look kind of like a

human kind of peeking out there you can see the head in the torso and then through the legs that looks like a person to me terrifying and then someone says op i believe that is him on the left of the shed and then someone says seems pretty tall and misshapen in this one i think what we assume is his head might be a hand either that shed is tiny or you have a problem and need to leave quickly. And yeah, this one is zoomed in. And I don't know what this guy's talking about. I don't think it looks like a hand.

I think it's just like his head. And also, this is a super low quality image. So it's going to distort things. That looks like a head to me. And then you can see it's kind of like knee jutting out. And his hands look like it's in his pockets. The post become obscure because there isn't enough light to focus on anything. Nothing paranormal.

Just technical. Now you agree with that guy. And then the OP post saying, well, I had a friend come over and I passed the, out earlier, didn't even see these. F my life. I woke up late and rushed to get to work. Shift just started a bit back, doing some paperwork junk, then I'm off to start some rounds. And then the Opie says, someone earlier also mentioned that I might want a friend to come out on

patrol with me. I'm going to call a buddy of mine and see if I can have him come out for a bit as well. The place I'm going to tonight is a bit more remote, so I shouldn't be as scrutinized on post if something did happen. And then someone says, good idea. And then the OP goes radio silent for about four hours or three or four hours and then says, been on post with a friend all night and taking mostly video. Shit's been ridiculous. I'm going to try and Skype some of you now and give the lowdown on events. Also, we've been led to a place not far from my post and I'm about to head in.

The cops has been no help at all tonight. And then someone says, what do you mean, led? He lured you there or you followed? And then the opi says, tonight has been ridiculous. Most of the night I have been out of service actually, so much for Skype company, so forgive my lack of updates. A friend of mine did come out on post and patrol with me tonight. He's here with me now as we go over stuff. Tonight we mainly tried to capture video footage and things.

Not nearly as many photos were shot, but we did get almost three hours of video work at the places. After we called the cops and had them come out the first time, this dude left us a note on my car that my buddy found. The notes had direction to a place essentially a jam. with my posting tonight. The only part was you could only get there either going through the woods or a very short driveway. And in retrospect, like idiots, we went. Oh boy, I'm very interested to see where this goes. And then someone says, Iowa? And then the OPE says, no, not Iowa, but I prefer not to disclose my location very much, at least not yet. I'll tell you all that it's in the southern United States, though. Honestly, it's just that. I'm already being stalked by one person.

I'd prefer to keep that number as low as possible. If you all can respect that notion. Also, I got some shots at the cops involved with us tonight. In case you all really thought I was just bluffing about that, I'm pretty serious about the things going down right now. And then he posts a picture of the cop car. Just as sheriff, you know, at night, another low quality picture. But at least, you know, this is proof the cops are there.

And then someone says, although it sounds like a lot of work for no payoff, this thread kind of smells like, hey, dude, stand over in the shadows, and opposed the pics on the internet to spook some dumb kids. Decent effort, if so. Good luck out there if not. And then the OPEer responds to that comment saying,

honestly, I wish it was just that. Though involving the police on these subjects seems like a whole lot of effort for that, yeah? And I would agree with him. I mean, sure, he could be lying and I guess it's the cop here. He took a picture of. But, yeah, very interesting. And then some people say to timestamp the picture to say it's legit. and the OP then says,

it's not happening this second. I just said that I was already off post for the night. This happened a bit ago. I'm not even currently on post anymore. My super relieved me of post a while ago. I'm at home now posting for my PC the stuff from tonight, mostly trying to figure out where and how to best upload the video footage we took. And then the OP and some commenters discussed the post limit and some other stuff.

That's not worth reading out. But someone asked something interesting saying, Could you possibly get the videos up on YouTube and post links here? And then the OP says, I made a channel and started upload. I've only got the first one up so far. And so let's take a look at the video. Uh, fucking AT&T. It sucks dicks, I don't get service anywhere.

Like anywhere, like especially fucking work. Like when I'm at work, nobody's talking to me. This place is creepy as shit. See my breath fucking everywhere. You see anything? Dude, dude, no, no, no, no, look, right in front of me, right in front of me. I just come up. Shut the fuck up.

Hey. Hey. Dude, there's nobody fucking here. Dude, there's nobody fucking here. There's nobody fucking here. No, I just took that picture. Hey, asshole. It's just not funny.

Wow. Isn't that video chilling? That is genuinely the scariest video ever. I mean, okay, so these guys are walking up to the area where they think this guy is. And they stop in the dark and take a flash photo of him. And the photo is a still of him. And the still is, oh my God, terrifying. The still is up on screen now.

That is what they caught. And so that guy was lurking in the woods, in the dark, with these guys. Oh, my God. This guy is just standing out there with this guy. Oh, my God. is so scary. And then they start kind of trying to confront the guy being like, hey, asshole, get out of here, which makes sense.

And I guess he just ran away because they took the photo. They got this still. And they kind of freaked out a bit. And the guy just dipped. I mean, I don't know how he got out so fast, but so scary. And like, this kind of disproves a lot of the, you know, people saying it's fake. Like, this guy is uploading videos, everything. And also this video only has a thousand views.

That means like this story is completely underground. But in the description of the video, it says, video footage from night three of being stalked by somebody. We finally get a good still of him, but he's gone when we rushed up there. And then someone asks, do you have the picture you took when you saw the guy? And the O.P. says, oh yeah, of course. I thought I posted it here, but I'm a full R word. And yeah, you guys have already seen this, but look at this still.

This guy is just standing. there in the woods staring at these two guys like just talking these guys like why is he doing it he's still wearing the black shirt in my in my opinion the guy's hair looks different it looks less gray it looks less thin it definitely could be the guy but i don't know but like genuine full body goosebumps when i saw this so so scary and this is genuinely the best threat i've ever gotten into. I mean, the OPE is hell of brave. I mean, how's he out there with this guy? But yeah, they reached the thread limit. And so they go to a new thread. Let's get into that. And also, before we actually get into that, I will be including his YouTube channel in the

description. So if you want to check out every single video, you can. I probably won't include them all in this video because all of them aren't relevant directly to the story. So yeah, check them out. There's like 20 plus stories on there. And it's a very underground channel. I mean, there's no views on any of the videos like this story has just barely been covered at all. So yeah, this is, and it's literally like one of my favorite stories I've ever covered so far. And, uh, yeah, let's keep going. The OP says, opening new thread for the continuation of discovering evidence of the scrutinizing of said current events by X. I appreciate all of your efforts thus far. The OP says, previous threat asked about his head or whatever. When the picture flash went off

and I saw him with my own eyes for a moment, he looked pretty normal. but my eyes were not angled exactly as the camera is. Also the foot. I didn't even notice that until literally right now, when I just zoomed in to look at it hard, I have absolutely no idea what that's all about, man. Maybe he's wearing clown shoes, and then someone says,

his head is normal. That's just his neck showing. His head looks tilted back a little. The foot thing is strange, though, and I agree. Someone else says, looks weird, though. I must say I kind of just skimmed through some parts of the thread since I just got into here. So sorry if you already said that, but did he ever say something to you?

Or answer when he shouted for him, as you did in the video? Like anything else except for stalking you? And also they said, possible, but then again, I don't think escaping you was such big shoes would be that easy. I don't get where he could have went. You're right there. And then the OP replies to this saying, We got a total amount of jack shit tonight for his voice.

Also, eerily, there was far less auditory stuff going on than usual. Although it could be simply that I just didn't hear it over constant banter with my buddy, not too sure on that. We took the audio recorder but never got to using it. Perhaps the next night? Yeah, sorry about that. I made that other one the night before, but I felt like another fresh start would be best. And then someone says, that's fine and yeah, audio might work better with less noise. And then some people start to get suspicious. Someone says, hey, O.P., how about showing us something that proves your security guard. Like your uniform? Because right now I believe you're just a neck beard running around with your neckbeard friend trying to create some spooops. Someone else says,

I'm starting to feel this way as well. Something smells here. So what's to be seen in the snooping whooping video? I don't see shit. And then someone else says, I haven't read much of the last thread, but I'll try to logically explain what I've seen the OP's pick. I'm no expert or anything, so feel free to criticize. Blue line, where his shoulder in arms appear to be. Red line, where his shoulders and arms actually are. White arrow. The pale patch is more blurred than the rest of the head and almost the same color as the branches, so it's most likely part of the tree that got in the way. As for the shoes, it might be some rubbish or something laying in the undergrowth. Like I said, I'm no expert, but that's what I can see logically in OPE's pick.

I haven't read the story behind this, so if someone can give me a quick rundown, that would be great. And I mean, I don't really know how you can't see the guy, but yeah, he's pretty obviously right there. And, God, that picture is so, so eerie. And then the O.P responds to the person trying to debunk him and saying like, oh, well, I don't even know your security guard. And the OPE posted a picture of him with an incident log in his hands. And he says, pretty much all they feel comfortable sharing. I don't blame him. And then someone says, from these spoof videos on YouTube, it feels like it's just some kid fucking around.

Someone else says, and OP delivers again. This is one of the best threads with evidence we've had in ages. Who cares if it turns out to be role play? It's been good, although it's at OP's expense. Someone else says, just read the last thread. Holy shit. Regarding the picture in OP, why didn't you go talk to him in that very moment? Or is it a zoomed in part of a bigger picture?

Godspeed, O.P., stay safe and keep us posted, please. I obviously understand you want to keep it private, but, if needed, 4chan has helped people in the past. Just a reminder if shit hits the fan. And then the Opie responds to these saying, I'm really frazzled and just being stupid. I didn't think anyone would really read those things. Most of the descriptions and tags,

me and my buddy just came up with for shits and gigs. I assure you, that was me. And yes, it was dumb, but in light of all these things, a couple funny jokes to us was a moodlifting after a terror night. I'll be more professional in the future, I suppose. And then the Opie also says, we tried to get him. We got this photo of him while we were filming close to there. And as soon as I snapped this shot and saw him, I freaked a bit. My buddy ran over to see what I had got. And then right

after, we literally did sprint right up to where he had just been in the photo. He was gone. Completely. No noise. No trees rustling. Just gone. And then someone says, okay, if that is indeed you, mind telling us while you're blind as shit? How? about the fact that you can't operate a flashlight? Someone else says, you know that thing in the movies when someone is being chased? Then they runaways and suddenly crouch down and hide. He's got to be doing something like that. And then someone else says, sorry if I came off as angry. I'm genuinely interested by your experiences. I reread the first thread. Is this how it went down? And then he kind of gives a rundown. Also, are you working right now or what? And then the OP response to these

saying, that's my best guest too, pretty much. The cops came out and hit it with their super mag and they got fucking nothing. In the video tonight, my friend was actually operating the flashlight, and he's definitely blind as shit. I'm supposed to wear glasses as well, but don't. Also, I never went to flashlight school like I should have, apparently. Also, most of these places are truly beyond dark. The Tynomag light provides next to no help,

especially when things are happening in real time in just a peripheral context. And then the OP responds to some other ones that aren't that important, but then someone says, I watched all the vids. What's up with the eighth though? And so let's get into the eighth video. And it is pretty spooky. All right. Another update.

I guess I'm really getting much done here, so I'm getting ready to leave. Shit. Jesus. Fucking Christ. There's another one. Dude, someone has to be here. Yeah. You let even knife.

In the car, it's a barbed wire fence. No. And yeah, in the eighth video, you can hear something honestly just messing with the O.P or the person messing with the O.P.'s description was final video of the night that was lost, but really was just taken with my iPod, i.e. I'm an R word and didn't look earlier. Enjoy cobiose banging noises. And so, yeah, I guess this guy was just banging on a dumpster or something, trying to mess with them. And the O.P. responds to this question saying, I don't know. We got the F out of that place fast.

We don't want to be there. It was absolutely no lights, a dumpster graveyard essentially. It was very maze-like. Literally was the perfect place for someone like him to take us. We only stayed in for that little bit and got the F out of there. Called the cops again afterwards, they took our statements, asked us if we owned the property, we told them we did not. So then they basically issued us a trespassing warning.

Also, they took the knife for evidence in my case that is steadily building. They also had me send some of the photos. of the dude to them. And then someone asks, What are you going to do next? And the OPE says, Sit rep right now, as incident report has been filed.

Police reports have been filed. They told me they're going to scrub the knife for prints. Mine are on file as a security guard and they will call my buddy if they need his. Hopefully the dude gets caught. I decided to go on post tonight, but Lieutenant is going to call me a little later

and tell me where. They don't want me going on any posts that have had anything at all happened to me on, just in case, which pretty much removes all the posts I've been to for the week. So they got to find something that's available meeting the criteria. Good chance they call back to tell me I'm off though. And then someone comments kind of a joke saying,

Give us a two subscriber YouTube special spoof. And then the OP says, Would if I could. Maybe if I get more today slash tonight. And then he says, fuck all that. I lied. There was a time prior to all the other videos we thought we saw this guy from pretty

far back on patrol. shot a lot of burst and we got him obviously walking out from a corner and right back behind it. We thought we saw something and heard some shit so we ran over there immediately afterwards, but like always, inspection revealed a lot of nothing. I didn't upload the video before because, well, it honestly looks like we're just running a lot of fuck all, but now with the pictures of important it, I feel much better. And he attaches a picture and look how terrifying this is. in the burst shot you can see

a man in the distance between those two pillars watching the O.P. and then he says the video of us running after that is up on YouTube as well. And then he also says, thought this one from the burst was creepy too. And yeah, this one's a much more clear picture of the guy standing and staring directly

at the OPE and his friend. And oh my gosh, these pictures just give me goosebumps. They're so scary and disturbing. And then someone says, he looks like straight out of a horror movie looks like a white mask or something and I disagree I think he's just a white guy and then the picture and the flash kind of just makes him look more white

I don't think he has a mask on or anything but it's still creepy regardless if he has a mask on or not and then someone says a kind of a theory saying obviously a robber who tries to find an opening so he can steal some shit nothing to see here and then someone replies to that saying

obviously not since he wouldn't stalk and spook O.P. And then someone else says, robbers generally don't stock people for over a week, you derp. And then the O.P. says, if he's looking to rob me, he is sorely mistaken. He can have all $130 I have left after bills if it keeps him from stocking me. And then someone says, is this an ARG? And then the O.P. kind of jokes saying, not that I'm aware of. If so, filling me in would be great.

And then someone says, O.P., what are you doing right now? And then the O.P. says, sitting down and probably going to try and solidify this into a blog post links to this archive and youtube or something and then the opi and some commenters kind of talk for a few hours none of it was any importance i guess they were just kind of you know inviting new commenters because i think after the first thread the second thread really blew up because people were like oh my god what's going on and so this one has a lot more commenters so in all honesty it was really hard to sift through all these comments and i could have read a decent amount of it but most of it was just kind of repeating what we already know since the opi was kind of given the rundown to

new commenters and new people in the thread and being like, oh, well, this happened and that happened and people speculating. None of it was really that important. But then the opi tells us he is going to bed. I'm going to bed now, going to leave the recorder rolling and stuff. I'll start posting again as soon as I wake up because remember the op he was like, I'm going to record or put a recorder in my bedroom so I can hear if anyone messes with me. He did that. And he updates us about eight hours later and what we find out is truly terrifying. The opi wakes up the next morning and says he was in my house. He filmed me on my own camera. Oh my fucking fuck. My face is in the shop and I'm going to upload video anyways. Oh fuck. And the opi then posts the video to his YouTube channel

and oh my god is it terrifying. Here's the video. commit and yeah this guy entered the opi's home and filmed him on his own camera while he was sleeping and i guess the the guy walked into his house picked up the recording got the sound recorder and played it somehow i don't know how the op he didn't wake up but still he played it then he kind of looked at the ground and then um yeah set down the camera went black you can kind of hear him shuffling around, but goosebumps ever, like I'm terrified. The OPE's video is titled, oh my shit.

And the description reads, In my house, I don't even want to think about this. Calling the cops. And, yeah, how insane is that? This guy enters the Opie's house and films him while he's sleeping. And then some people in the thread said, Opie lives. Oh my God, must see.

Not for long. And then the Opie says, I'm calling the cops. I'm going to be late for work. And then someone says, O.P. is definitely kill. Call police, get weapon. Pray to the son that you'll live. And then the OPE says,

he talked to the Skype chat. He used my PC to add himself to the chat and talked. He also probably read this whole thread. I have no idea how long he was here for. And then the OPE says, police are here. Be back as soon as I can. And then everyone in the thread is kind of freaking out

being like, oh my God, I can't believe this. And, yeah, I would do if I witness this life. But, yeah, crazy. And then someone says, how did he get in? Someone else says, is it possible for O.P.? After he's done dealing with the cops or someone that was in the Skype chat to post the logs of what this guy typed into the chat? And then someone else says, what's so otherworldly about this video? Really creepy, but it's doable for a man.

O.P. said before this guy has fucked around with his windows. Presumably, he entered through them, I guess. someone else says with the knife incident and whatnot it's also apparent that he can get through locks someone else says this if i were op i'd send the cops inside and have them search the house i agree with this guy and then someone says he says they're in already and then someone else says my question is why does he erase opi sound recordings while simultaneously providing more proof he exists good question and then the opi response to some of these saying my window wasn't broken it was cracked about three inches not sure if my car was unlocked and then he locked it back up upon leaving though. I'm getting copies of all my files

for the police. Going to take some time. Telling work that I'm being questioned. Won't be in on time. And then the OPE says, put all of my stuff on a thumb drive. I'm not supposed to share any more of those old files with anyone, as now they are part of an ongoing criminal investigation. Any further evidence will have to be entered into the evidence as well eventually, having those same restrictions placed on it, as I cannot withhold evidence from a criminal investigation. even though I'm the plaintiff. Well, I was before this obviously became a criminal felony. So anything I post will probably only post once from now on or not at all.

I'm not sure anymore. And then he also says, I'm not going into work tonight. I'm going to the hotel. Someone else says, if he found you at work and he made it inside your house, what will stop him at the hotel? For God's sakes, man, he was probably still nearby watching your house when the police arrived. Someone else says, in the video, what does he do with his hand reaching for the recorder? It looks like all his fingers is joint and he cracks them back into place.

Can even hear the crack. And then the OPE responds to these comments saying, I mean, I'm going to the hotel where I first saw him to talk to the staff. And then someone says maybe he was simply cracking them. I agree with that. It's nothing otherworldly. And then someone says, you can carry a gun with you since you're not at work, right? Go no country for old men on his ass.

Shotgun aimed at door all night. cover windows fortify that bitch and then the thread kind of reaches its limit and the opi says the bump limit is reached i'm making a new thread so this can stay relevant while i do this stuff tonight and then they create the new thread and honestly everyone at this point is very shaken everyone's kind of theorizing what's going to happen the op is leaving sporadic updates so i'll try my best to include a lot of it and a lot of the banter um a lot of it isn't relevant but i think it really sets the scene on how shaken everybody is And then some people say, I don't know, after the last video stalker seems like a very skilled and scary,

but otherwise ordinary human. I doubt he'd go around the country killing hundreds of random people. But if that happens, hey, hell of a story to tell in hell. Someone else says, I called it in the last thread. I predict that OP will be killed. And that as the one who spoke to prophecy, I will be next to be killed. And then the O.P. says, I'm going to leave for the hotel now. A friend is offered I stay in their home instead of my own.

They are out of town but have dogs and stuff, so I'll probably take them up on that. And then someone says, stalker's next target confirmed. O.P.'s buddy. Rip O.P. Aon. And then someone else says, so is there any way we'd be able to find out what this guy typed in the Skype chat while he was in your house? Or is that also considered police evidence now? Someone else says, if he wanted O.P. dead, he would be. He watched him sleep. And then they kind of banter on for an hour. None of it. was really that important, but they kind of just banter about what he should do and telling the

OP kind of how to stay safe or their theories. And then the OP says, yeah, probably a good bet not to trust anyone. I didn't even know about these trip things existed though. Thanks for letting me know, guys. And then someone says, OP, please arm yourself. This is already on the level of danger for your life. And then the OP responds to this saying, I don't own a gun, but I do have some blades. Not sure how effective though. And then someone replies to that saying, keep the blades on you man, at all times. It doesn't matter if your job demands it when your life is in very real potential danger. It's better than having nothing at all. And then the O.P goes missing for about an hour and then comes back saying picked up buddies at Walmart, thinking of getting a better flashlight but only

have 45 bucks till Wednesday. I think we're going to go back to some of my recent post tonight, though. Maybe we miss something there. And then someone comments saying, is going on in this thread. I watched some of the YouTube videos and it's like shit budget no five version of ghost adventures. Can somebody give me a too long, didn't read version? And the OPE responds to this saying, that's because there's literally no budget for this. It's all shot on a camera phone.

And I'm positive there's no ghost. And then someone says a rather politically incorrect comment saying, my guess is that a click of people have made this shitty YouTube videos and then post this garbage here and then talk amongst themselves how cool they are and how stupid everyone else is on X. So this guy's trying to dismiss OP and the OP then says, actually I only even made videos on YouTube stuff because I was asked by the people here. I'm perfectly fine without posting any more photos or videos really. Honestly, as soon as this place is not a boon for me, getting evidence, I will probably be gone.

And then someone says, no, don't. This is actually really interesting OPE. Any updates by the way? And then the O.P says, the sit rep on. this is that I've picked up two friends. We've decided to stay at my own place tonight. I felt more comfortable fortifying my own home than my out-of-town friend's place, or involving the children of my other buddy at his house. And currently, we just got back from Walmart, and we are considering whether or not to go out to some of the recent post and look to see if we miss anything.

I figure more pairs of eyes are better than just my blind ones, but one buddy feels we should stay here and just safeguard the place, which I'm all for as well. Also, I apologize I've been keeping mostly updated on Skype as the notifications are easier to see and such, etc. And then someone says, hey, OP, why not just install like a surveillance cam using your phone and shit? But either way, looks like you have the element of surprise. And then another commenter says, if you and your buddies have these stones to do so, go out and check. Now that you have people who you can rely on if things get even slightly dicey. Though, if you want to think rationally, he's probably waiting for you at work.

He expects you to be in tonight. But if you want to consider the facts, he's already gone inside of your house. He's typed on the computer, which I'm still hoping to get logs of. He may be loitering somewhere in the area. If I were you, I'd start setting up with the buddies. One of you should definitely be on guard, possibly alternate between the three so that one of you can get some sleep when it begins to set in, barricades, and all of that. Someone else says, you should take shifts keeping washed during the night with your buddies and make sure every has a blade. Someone else says, also, this guy seems to be getting quite cocky, sneaking into your

home while you sleep. You should try and take advantage of that. I agree. And then the opi responds to a few of these saying, I'm not exactly sure how to set something like that up. Also, I need to go buy some pepper jars, and he was referring to the camera phone comment. Another comment he replied to is, I'd be fine with you getting the logs. You can also join the Skype chat. My Skype name is, blank, if you want to be added and I can hopefully send chat logs. I don't know. I don't know how to really take advantage of that though if you got input on making a trap i'm willing to listen he also says i only woke up a few hours ago as per routine i probably won't be asleep until tomorrow afternoon and then he also says it's possible i suppose but i don't know anything about iceland and his sky contact info

had no correlation i could make someone else says he mentioned it b before so i don't think he's the f lord that has a s attraction to op someone else says op stay alive and keep was posted. Also, to the guy, non-believers, this is real. Otherwise, how would O.P. not be in jail for falsely calling police? That's actually great points. And someone agrees saying, definitely a good point. I don't think one would call the police for the sake of a story and risk getting in fat trouble unless they're stupid as hell. And O.P. doesn't strike me as the stupid type. Someone else says, chances are this guy has your schedule down packed, which means he's expecting you at work tonight. Once he realizes you aren't there, you'll begin to suspect that you're up to something.

I'll do my best to help you out, O.P., but I need to think this through. Someone else says, So, why haven't you bought a used shotgun by now? He has gone in your house or not. And then the O.P. responds to this saying, The best reason I haven't bought a shotgun is because I don't even have enough money to buy good flashlight. So that should explain something. I keep telling people that about all I have is blades.

And then the OP adds on to that saying, But seriously, I have less than $45 on me after I just bought milk and luncheables at the store. And then someone says, Go sell something with value which you don't need right now. Shotguns ain't that expensive. Should find one used around 100 to 200 bucks and a couple bucks for shells. And then someone says, Maybe we should set up OP a fund for flashlight and other items.

Either that or quit complaining. And then the OP says, as appreciated as that all is, I don't want any kind of money or anything from anyone. And $1,200 is like a lot of scratch for me after paying bills. And then someone says, those shit are expensive, though, for what they are, referring to the lungables. And the OPE responds to that saying, nah, man, Walmart has them $1 per lungeable right now. I got six.

In all seriousness, though, we are about to head out of the first place. The construction yard of the truck lot and look around there, see if anything comes up. And then the thread kind of went quiet for a while until the OP gave us an update saying, All right, we went around and did some work over the truck lot, got some shots of stuff, but nothing seemed to be really there of any of it. Also, the general noisiness of most nights wasn't present, didn't have the feeling the stalker was with us at all. Maybe he really is lying low. Someone else says, all right, stay strong, man.

I would lose my shit entirely if this stuff happened to me. You're a brave man. Then the OP response saying, Also, I openly challenge anyone who is the stalker to post my current city as a way of proving, if they ever do come here. Though something about the way he interacts and suggests he would be posting for really anyone but myself maybe. Someone else says, have you ever considered it maybe more than one person opi? I mean, the possibility is really low, but still.

And then the OP responds to that saying, we've considered it in the Skype chat. Hell, we've considered almost every angle. I really do appreciate the ones in there that have been helped. me try and figure all this out in offering me insight that I could not have thought of by myself. And then the OPE says, A comment on my YouTube has put the idea out there that perhaps the person with me in the videos last night was in fact my Woodsy stalker. I will take a photo of all three people here tonight to prove that is not true.

And then he takes a picture of him and his friends, I guess, to prove that none of his friends are the soccer. And I agree, none of them look like the guy pictured in the previous. previous pictures. These guys are much shorter, it seems, skinnier than the stalker guy and less broad. And they say, none of us are nearly six foot four. None of us really matches broadness. Only one of us has matching hair color. And that guy wasn't even with us at all last night. And yeah, that's good proof by the OP. I do agree. None of these people look like the stalker. And then some people in the comments make fun of them saying, name our band X. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

And then someone else says, I take it you're the thin one. Also, have he heard this guy talk at all? I watch your recent video on mute because I'm a pussy. That was so, man. Howie cracks his hand. And then the Opie response is he's saying, he talks. He says, commit or something in the video. And then he says, ha, ha, ha.

We literally said, wow, we looked like super gay boy band threesome before posting. Post it anyways. Who, dirt face? Nah, that's just his face. And then someone says, Jesus Christ. Do you live alone? This is terrifying. And then the OP responses is saying,

Yeah, I have friends over for the night at least though. Bad part is I personally sleep in daytime because I work these graveyard shifts. So I won't be sleeping until they probably are gone and home. And then someone asks, What I wonder is if this man is a repeat offender? When you saw him at the hotel, you said he was dressed nicely.

Did he smile at all? Was he monotone slash passive? Maybe this guy is in fact a criminal. Someone else says, did OPE ever get a hold of the hotel surveillance footage of when that dude was checked in? And then the Opie responded to this saying, Police took my audio recorder and a lot of prints swabs on my stuff. They should have already had the security footage by now.

The cops didn't seem to know shit though. Although now in a criminal investigation, since it's escalated from me just wanted a restraining order, all the details of the investigation are out of my hands, basically. And then someone says, I was the one who made the YouTube comment. Just so you know, This doesn't really prove anything at all, but I like your dedication. And then the O.P. says, don't recall him smiling. He had inflection was not monotone.

Also, the dude's voice, commit, is unlike any of our voices. It also proves that it's none of us in the photo. And then some people try to disprove the O.P. But the O.P. is like, you can believe whatever you want. I mean, I've tried to prove everything I can to you that I'm not the guy stalking or any of my friends of the stalkers. I mean, he definitely could have had another. friend outside of those three be the stalker but i just believe the op and then someone says how are things op still with your bros and the opi says yeah they're still here the brown-haired ones taking a nap though

someone else says anything weird going down what did the cops say to you and the opi said the told me to turn over all my files lock my doors stay with some family ha ha and call them if anything else happened so it's a formal investigation then any word on the hotel footage or if they have a name for creepy mcstalker and then the opi replied to that saying i'm not the police i doubt that i will be privy to any of their investigation achievements until he's found and goes to stand trial and then someone says to backtrack real quick because i missed it when you guys went to the place associated with the knives that note in the car what happened what was that the location possible to search that location in the daylight also do you have any

enemies any crazy kids you went to school with you know of any jealous exes of a girl you might have dated, this guy knows way too much about you. And I take that knife note as a big challenge. And then the OPE responds to a few of these saying, I mean, just on principle, I don't want anyone to believe that I'm here for any kind of publicity or money or anything. I certainly do appreciate the offers, though. And I mean, I realistically would probably not decline an offer like that, but I want everyone to know that I'm not asking anyone for anything other than helping me dissect the motives and evidences against my stalker. He also says, When we got to that place in the note, we pretty much realized it was the perfect place for the

stalker to be. It was absolute his element. After we heard a lot of noises, either from him personally or from him tossing rocks at us, we got out of there and called the cops. Turned out to back fire on us though because they issued us a trespassing warning since it was a gated private property, apparently. We could possibly get to the location in daylight, from the woods perhaps, but I don't even feel comfortable going back into that property like inside inside it. Maybe we will hike through the woods and get some daylight stills the place from up on the wood ridge here soon if I can find a way through the woods to get to the spot. Also this, I don't know how I would receive any kind of items or donations without identifying my location to anyone. And then someone asks, how far do you think the police will go searching for this guy?

Considering he's a stealthy bastard, will they even find anything about him? And the O.P responds to this saying, I hope they go as far as he runs. Something tells me, though, this won't end as well as I hope either way. And then he also says, My home network has gone down. All my internet is off. I so says my service should be fine. Modem and router have been unchanged.

No network connectivity. Shit what? Then how are you posting? Someone else's connection? And then the OP says, cell phone and mobile data. And then someone says, Check and make sure creepy guy didn't cut your line. And then someone replied to that saying,

I'm almost positive that's what's going on. O.P. Maybe you can send the cops there to check, see if anything's messed with, or if they see or hear the guy. And then people continued to keep talking for about eight hours, and I assume the O.P. goes to sleep. I don't know how he went to sleep in the same room where the guy or the stalker came into, but he went to sleep and then started a new thread, and he said, internet here is still down.

And my mobile data is low, but I'll do my best to keep talking tonight. And then someone said, did you look into the source of the outage yet? And the O.P. says, I think I'll go do that right now. Is the cable usually bundled in near the electrical? Or do they commonly come in a house separately? And then some people recommend him to follow the wire. And he says, sorry, just got back inside with people. Everything seems perfectly in order with the cable.

I don't know, but the line seems fine and tension is on it. No loose parts that I can get into. And then the O.P. and some commenters kind of talk for a few hours, nothing of note. some of the commenters try to prove that the opi has used 4chan for a long time because in the very beginning remember when the opes kind of like i haven't really used 4chan much or at all and so some people are like you acclimated too quickly to it and you're using the slang too quickly and you learn the slang and the opes like i was familiar with 4chan before but um i've never really posted and so i guess that dismisses it but yeah nothing of importance until the opi says i'm leaving for work now

taking buddies. We'll be silent for a while as we get out there and I do some prelim post stuff. My silence doesn't mean I'm dead. Well, not yet at least. And then the O.P doesn't post for a while as he's driving to work. He gives some updates while he's driving, but then people are like, don't text and drive. I'd be pissed if you died while driving. And then the O.P. gets to work, and he says something chilling. He says, I'm here. He's here. I know it. And then some someone says, what's going down, dude? Any signs of him being present there? Someone else says, why do you say that? Someone else says, I'm on edge for you, O.P. And then the OPE posts saying, service here is shit. He's here tonight. Can someone enhance this image? He moves through this whole

burst. We chased after with video and maybe got him running away. And he posted this terrifying photo of a chain link fence and I guess he thinks the guy is behind the chain link fence and um yeah very scary and then someone posts a contrasted picture of the picture the opi sent and yeah to be honest i can't see anybody behind there but um the opi seems pretty sold on the idea that the guy was behind there and then the opi posted not dead almost home posting from friend's phone looking through the footage while driving try and figure out what we all saw tonight And then he says, I'll be starting to upload things here shortly. And then someone says,

Glad to know you're okay, O.P. Have been following your threads with great interest and concern. Stay safe and good luck. P.S. If this is RP, then thanks for the spooks. But I'm more inclined to be hella worried about a complete stranger on the wrong side of the pond. Feels weird, man. And then the O.P. gives us some major updates.

In the post, reasons follows. The night started off kind of dull. Got out to post and checked around first property. Not really much to see, but we kept recording for most of the night, just in case anything did happen. Second spot, pretty much same stuff went down. Third place, we dicked around a bit, as nothing had really happened. We decided to leave that place, but we had to go back to the trail and back up a large bluff. Well, we heard some shit, and up on the bluff was stalker fucker.

We got a burst of him, and he stayed fuck all still. And he even let my buddy run up to the bluff some and get a good zoom shot on him. I mean, it's so zoomed and detailed, it's ridiculous. Also, he's holding some shit, but we don't know what it was. After that, we tried to chase him down. But with the cliff between us, he easily got away. We saw him again, though, driving away from that place. He walked right out past our car on the dirt road.

My buddy, who was driving, pretty much shit himself and sped the fuck away. I didn't even see the guy until we did a video playback on it. After that, we heard some more shit in the park proper, and eventually we caught him again on one of our paths, almost waiting for us. We took after him, but he darted into the woods. Never saw him again tonight after that. Going to give the cops this shit after I upload it.

And then the OP attaches a picture on there, and you can barely see the guy standing out there in the dark. So scary, you can barely see his head and just the figure of his body, but he's literally just creeping out there. I mean, literally is just the creepiest threat I've ever read. And then someone comments saying, OP about to deliver again. Oh shit. And then the OP attaches another picture saying

second shot in the burst where we know he's actually above us. And then he attaches the picture. And this one I can't really see anything, but I assume the guy's there. And then the third shot and the OPA attaches a picture. And you can kind of see his face in the distance,

I think, but not as clear as the first shot. Someone says, good job O.P. Make the hunter become the hunted. And then the O.P. attaches another picture saying, DERP and in this one I think you can barely see him in the distance super low quality picture but maybe that's him and then the OPE says last relevant one in the burst before buddy takes off up the bluff with the camera and he attaches another picture

and in this one I honestly just can't see anything and then the OPEs attaches another photo saying buddy gets this at maxum right in on the guy but the way of the bluff was just impossible by the time we got up he was vanished. And this is the clearest photo we have of the guy. Max Zoom. You can see he has a red vest or red shirt underneath a black suit. And this is a very, very obvious photo of the stalker. This is the clearest photo we have. Very, very creepy. Someone says, Jesus Christ, that's terrifying. Move far, far away from this place and hope he doesn't follow you. That's my only advice. This guy is not out for anything good. And he's obviously playing some sort of sick cat and mouse

game. Stay safe, O.P., borrow a gun or some sort of weapon from a friend. And then the O.P. says, There are videos before and after this, and flipping them all, and will upload ASAP. Someone else says, I know it's because of the Zoom, but his eyes just look soulless, because this guy needed to be any creepier. And then someone else says, well, holy fuck, it's Ninja McStalker himself. Show this at the cops, O.P. It's a great shot of him compared to what you've had before. You better hope this is an RP for real or your buddy there might get jumped. I do believe you so far, but just saying. And then the O.P. says, it's like he didn't care that we got the shot of him, because it was somewhere we cannot reach. He barely, if at all, even moved in between the burst and running

to a vantage point on him. But later on, when we are at the same level ground with him, he sure did walk away while we chased him down. And then someone else posts a picture that the O.P. got and he can barely see the guy out in the distance. So, so scary. And then the Opie says, Skype chat is saying it almost looks like he has a kookery. And then someone else says, weird question, but could you actually see him running? You say he was walking away while you guys chased him. Surely if he was walking, you could have caught up to him running.

Or is he just a ninja? And then someone else says, he's getting more brazen. Be very, very cautious the next time he see him. Again, did you get pepper spray or mace? Hell, even an airsoft gun. While off duty, of course, might be useful. Of course, I wouldn't hit him with anything unless he gets right up in your face, lest he decided he needed a weapon to retaliate with.

And then someone responds to the kukri comment, the OPEs said, and they said, definitely not a kukri. The blade in his hand looks like it curves towards him rather than away from him. And then someone else says, dude looks like Stanley Kubrick. From now on, I'm referring to him as Stan. Someone else says, where did he leave his fedora? Someone else says, the pick is so blurry is hard to say. I thought it was a newspaper at first, but on closer inspection, it seems to be the right shape for one.

I don't know. Someone else says, his whole body, that white blotch at the top of his face, hands and pocket just standing there, you can just barely see his wrist peeking out of them. Someone else says, sounds like he's getting more bold or he's getting ready to do something more confrontational. Stanley McSalker. That works. Someone else says, I initially thought the same thing, but that he may simply be holding the

blade the opposite way. And then the OPE says, again, as soon as I can flip these videos, you guys will see him more. And then someone asks, any similarities between the alleged knife he's holding and the one you found in the car? And the O.P. says, not at all. The knife in my car was a black, presumably military utility knife. It had a saw edge on the back of the blade, but it was old and a bit rusted. Wasn't very sharp either. This one looks like, I don't know what it looks like. And then the thread kind of goes dead for a whole day. I assume the O.P. went to sleep or he was busy doing something else. And then on a new thread, some guy named Toaster Steve links a Imger gallery of photo bursts.

I assume this is one of the OPE's friends. And in this photo burst, we can see the guy out in the distance. And yeah, terrifying. You can see the guy kind of peek over the or past the tree. And I mean, there's like a hundred images. And so I'll include a few of them here. But you can literally see the guy hidden and then peek out and then go back in. So, so scary.

Like this guy is acting almost animalistic. The way he's just stalking the O.P. And it is truly beyond terrifying. And then the O.P doesn't come back for a few more hours, but somebody from the Skype group chat made a comment on the post saying, Just update for everyone. O.P. is in route home from work. Had left earlier due to an encounter with Stan

in which a note was dropped from a six-floor, building uncertain at the moment. Police have been notified. O.P. Alive for now. And here is a video that goes along with this. All right. You're in the garage. Again.

That is a... Is a we... Nothing's going on. I'm telling you, dude. I don't know. Guy kind of gave up or something. I mean, you could hope he gave up, I guess, I don't really know. Is that all that?

What, though? Up there. No way. No way. Do you want to go up? Come how the fucking in my hatching? What is this? I don't know, you go.

Go. It's a serious. You can go. And it was two videos, but, And it was two videos, but those were the last two videos ever uploaded to the Lightbringer YouTube channel. And apparently the stalker dropped a note on them when they were in the hotel. You can see the stalker briefly walk away from the edge of the balcony or railing or whatever. And the guys tried to chase him up there and take the elevator up.

And they assumed the guy took the stairs down. And this guy just keeps getting away with it. And they read the note and it's kind of hard to decipher what was on the note. But anyways, let's continue. Someone tries to disprove OP by saying, I followed this thread from day one. Nice try OP, but you ruined it with the stalker taking video view with your phone. Be more subtle next time.

And the O.P responds to this saying, Don't worry about the evidence then. Not a big deal. Don't mind the exit data either. Just here calling cops to make false statements to go to jail, obviously. And then he attaches a photo of himself, writing down, I guess, just filling out whatever paper the cops want him to. And that's true.

It is illegal to make false statements and go through all of this with the police if he wasn't telling the truth. So this is good evidence by the OP in my opinion. And then some other people tried to disprove him, but a lot of people try to defend the OP being like, what else can he even post without completely doxing himself, which I agree, because he's given a ton of evidence. And he's given the pictures of the police reports, giving pictures of himself talking to the police. He's given pictures of the police and many more videos and stuff. And then the OP post a picture of the note that was dropped on him. And he says, front of the eighth grade poetry notes, and I'll read it here.

I'll try my best. It says, so we blind are something most close. I'm ancient smoke or snake in chains. Now left unfound. Sign away things. Froil and something. So you can't read that. stand so you stand something tall the national order of notion is down can't read any of the other parts

cynically from high to center commit to the stall yeah i don't really get at but it's kind of some sort of cryptic poetry i mean this kind of makes me think the guy or the stocker's kind of schizo. This gives off very schizo vibes or schizophrenic. And then the back of the eighth grader notes, which reads, do not drop in, walk, east sheep, something, the world, the world eats all light and framed my death, mass, mass blinds, um, wings eat, try the, try the, the uncut model severance still soon it says soon something again or see you again maybe and um that is insanely cryptic and weird and someone asks anything else and the opi says videos on the way some burr shots going to mjur and then someone says could someone put these into text i can't make out a few

words and the opi says neither can we we don't understand half the writing so i guess i'm not alone on that one someone else says can't make out half of that one someone else says can't make out half of that Hey, O.P. You should go to bed now, man. The O.P. then says, only woke up a few hours ago. Normally, I'm awake till 2 p.m. tomorrow. Tonight, though, I want this note deciphered before sleep. And then someone tries to decipher it, saying, so far I can see. So we find our, blank, most close. In slash Anne, ancient smoking chains, now left unbound. Sign away things frail and small. So you may stand, blank tall. Unsure about this sentence. The natural order of nature is blank, blank, blank, blank. from high to center, commit to fall.

And then the OP and his Skype kind of group chat works on it for about 30 minutes, and this is what they come up with. The OP says, this is what Skype believes. I think it pretty much coincides with what we think here. Gunna just believe this is it. So we find our namesake most close, an ancient snake and chain, now left unbound, sign away things frail and small, so he may stand worldly tall, the natural order of nature is down, driven cynically from high to center, committed the fall. Do not despair. Wolves eat sheep, but the world eats all. Light once framed my hearth, now blind. Wings beat by the uncounted. Now severed still. Soon we'll agree. Uh, yeah, pretty damn weird. And then the O.P posts the videos, but we've already seen them.

And then someone says, typing on a tablet sucks. Anyway, what did the cops say? And the OPE responded to this saying, they told me to stay with someone else. Call them at the first side of anything weird. Take the night off. They took the note and the handkerchief and for further evidence. I'm pretty sure this dude's got a solid case built against him now. And then some commenters try to speculate on the note.

Someone says, sounds like the guy isn't wanting to hurt O.P. Just making him aware of something. Lights are now blind, could symbolize truth or innocence or happiness all gone bad. Freedom is severed based on the winds. Snakes can either be cunning or evil if the guy was brought up by Christians.

The snake seems to be after something. Standing worthy tall? He expects good things from your character. And then the O.P. posts a chilling update, saying, one of the pictures from the burst we got him in between videos two and three. And this is a very, very clear shot of the stalker. And these pictures just give me the goosebumps every single time because they're so authentic looking. I mean, I totally believe O.P. at this point.

but still like look at this picture it's so liminal and then the stalker is just in the middle looking up at opi and his friend and it's so crazy because it's like he's just haunting the opi and his friend like he just gets away like that every single time it's like a movie almost like just taunting the opi and his friend it's crazy but this is just such a scary and spooky picture and then someone says didn't see the videos for now but in all other ways you meet this guy, he is outside in the dark and hiding, but now he is on the way in a lighted building, and the O.P replies to this saying, first time I saw him was in hotels. Every time since then, he's really only been hidden when we can reach him. Other than that, he doesn't seem to care if we

see him or not, if we cannot approach him. And then the O.P. goes quiet for a few hours, and people are wondering if the O.P got murdered by the guy or anything, and some people are also like, well, maybe the police told them to not talk in the chat anymore, but the OP came back a few hours later and said, a fake stand came and talked to someone in the Skype after I went in for police questioning. My shitty Wi-Fi cut off part of me telling them I was leaving. Removed blog for police. So the blog, we can't even contact anymore, so that's why I haven't included any of the blog, was bitched at for many, many hours for posting evidence that could have been crucial in investigation in places where the defendant could most likely easily see.

Haven't slept yet. very tired. I really appreciate everyone's encouragement and such, but I'm very stressed out. I may not post any more substantial evidence for a while until this investigation is so important right now. I hope you all understand. I'm going to still be around though, and it will keep everyone updated as best as I can. And of course, if I can, and if something happens, I'll try and document it. Hopefully, I can release everything. And then, that's the last we ever heard from O.P. until someone came in a few hours later and said, O.P. has left the Skype, saying he has done with us all. His reasons cited were, I feel like my friend was error telling me to come here.

I came for help, knowing basically nothing about this place, and along the way, my serious, real-life situation has become a game for you all. This was not exactly what I was expecting, not knowing anything about 4chan, really. In retrospect, I think I've realized this has all been a big mistake. I'm stressed with a burden of proof to people I don't even know, all while evading a real-life threat. I thought that this would be helpful thing, but it's become almost as stressful as my real-life problem. I'm done here. Sorry if this ruins your fun. Lightbringer. And then the guy who posted that, posted proof that he did say that in the Skype chat, and he also apparently PM some people singularly. I'm stressed with this. I'm living on friends' couches.

police are yelling at me. A man is stalking me and breaking into my home. And countless people here don't believe me despite my great efforts to acquire evidence. Sorry. It's just too much. Lightbringer. And that's the last we've ever heard from O.P.

So we don't know what happened to him. What I assume happened is that the law enforcement told him to stop posting about the case online and to stop posting evidence online, which makes sense and a lot of people do. do agree with that theory. And other people think that the OP may have got killed, which I don't really believe. But it's weird that, you know, 10, 15 years later, we haven't heard back from the OP.

And I think it was 11 years ago this happened. So it's been a long, long time. And we probably would have heard an update by now. So if the OP is watching this, please send me an email. I think I'm the biggest channel to ever kind of cover this story. So yeah, if this ever reaches you, please send me an email and let me know how you're doing or how this ended up. finishing out because this was genuinely the scariest story I've ever read and the best thread I've ever gotten into this truly was so entertaining for me like most of the

time some stories that kind of go on and on but this one kept me engaged the entire time and I hope it kept you engaged as well I love this story so much this truly was a masterpiece in my opinion the best 4chan thread I've ever read and I fully believe the the op I mean he gave evidence as often as he could. He showed the police. He showed evidence in videos and pictures, everything. And it's insane to me that some people watching or that were in the comments said that there wasn't enough evidence when, to be honest, in other 4chan threads, no one ever gives that much evidence. So big shout out to the O.P. But I hope you're well, Lightbringer. This truly was an amazing thread. And I hope you're doing all right.