Snook - 6 Disturbing 4Chan Stories

Episode Date: June 20, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another 4chan stories video, and today we're going to be getting into six disturbing four-chance stories. You guys seem to love these stories, and I love recording them, so I'm going to keep recording them as long as you guys keep listening. Comment down below if you'd like to see more videos like this in the future, and I just really appreciate you stopping by. Sit back, relax, get comfy, and get ready to listen to six disturbing four-chand stories. I love all the stories in this video, super entertaining, super scary, and most of all, super disturbing. You guys are the best, please like and subscribe to the channel. It helps so much. And yeah, without further ado, let's get into six disturbing 4chan stories.

In college living in dwarves. Huge building. Be chilling in one of the lounges one night. The building is basically empty because Friday night and everyone's clubbing are some gay shit. Friend points out janitorial closet up is left open. Always wonder what's in there. Jump up and tread inside. There's plywood everywhere.

Very small room with nothing else but a ladder leading up to this crevice. and climb up because why not. Leads to what looks like a blown-out hole in the wall. Here inside. Looks like a very short attic that goes across the entire building. Labro, lay bro, come check this out. Climb inside to allow friends to see. Insulation all over the place.

Tons of random wooden beams. The end is not even in sight. It goes as far as the light from the entrance carries. Friend is fascinated. Crawls up inside with me. The fuck are you doing, man? Let's explore this place, A-nan. It's just a crawl space, dude.

there's nothing to see. Ignores me, starts calling away into the darkness. Crawl after him. Don't want him to die from a moses or something. Start getting a little creeped out as we go into the darkness. Paranoid I'm going to run into a spider web or worse. We are so far now we cannot see ourselves. Only the light at the entrance. Something doesn't make sense. What's the point of this large, empty attic type area if there's nothing in here? It's in between floors. I don't know, man. Friend pulls out his cell phone and turns on the camera light. Rusty pipes everywhere. Makes more sense now. Start scanning the area.

There's actually various different areas to explore. Suddenly hear a slam and the light from the entrance is gone. Nope. A friend covers phone light. Silence. We did not move. Hear nothing but the sound of pipes with water running through them. Wait a good minute.

Friend reveals his light again and starts scanning across the entrance. Nobody there. I guess they just closed the janitorial closet door? All right now, let's get the fuck out of here. Hold on, Aidan. I want to check out. out what's behind that rubble? What rubble? Friend shines light over to something I didn't see before. A section of the crawl space that has been blocked off by pieces of plywood and clusters of insulation

pushed up around it. Dude, there's literally nothing over there. I'm obviously spooked. Don't be a pussy, you pussy, F word, shit lord. Friend continues to crawl towards the rubble. Have no choice. Can't find my way back without a light. We reached the rubble and friend places his phone on the ground with the light up. He just kind of pushes shit aside easily. Crawl inside. Turn another fucking fucking corner. What the fuck? Dude what? I side crawled so I can see what friend sees. I shit you not. Fucking bottles of piss everywhere. Holes in the ceiling in various spots. Light beams shining up through them. In the corner is a black sleeping bag. Friends slowly crawls into the area. We look down each hole. Each one is a different view of female rooms or bathrooms. No

Nope, nope. Points light in the other corner. Oh, fuck no. Another identical sleeping bag. Zipped entirely up. Could have very well been a dead body. Shovel propped up against the wall. Rope piled next to it. Friend starts backing up in shock. We start panicking. Rust on walls and floor maybe blood. We don't know. Friend knocks over a bottle of piss. Fuck. That voice is not my friend. Came from the direction of the entrance. Friend is literally freaking out. Have no idea what to do. Use adrenaline Hulk strength that kick out one of the larger holes. Friend joins in, not working fast enough. Here's someone scrambling in the crawl space getting closer. I grab the shovel.

Friend snatches it and starts beating the shit out of the floor. Luckily, part of his plywood, of course. We literally jump into this chick shower, bathing shit falling everywhere, maybe broken foot, piss leaking from ceiling. We start yelling for help. Femnon from the dorm starts shitting herself. Femeynon runs out of the hall screaming. I follow running on possibly broken foot.

I look for friend. He was staring up at the hole but runs out with us. Find Hallmaster whatever the fuck in. He's already calling the campus police. They scour the building. And they never fucking find the guy. All of the janitors become suspect of invasion of privacy shit in illegally living and building.

Friend and I spend the rest of the night with police filling out shit. Friend literally develops PTSD, LOL. While talking to the police, he describes what he saw while looking up at the hole. Supposedly, a white guy that looked like he was on meth, stuck his head out and said, this is the gayest fucking thread I've ever seen in my life. And all right, I think that last line was a joke. But do you think there actually was a guy creeping down into the girls' bathrooms like that? Or do you think that was just kind of a, you know, more prank story?

I don't know. What do you think about that one down below? Interesting story. It had me believe in it until that last kind of prank one. But, you know, 4chan's a wild sight. Who knows what's true and what's not? Comment down below what you thought about that one? On to the next one.

From an outdoor hunting website that had a creepy experiences thread, one of two. On the trip in question, I decided to hike the Malana Indian Trail that followed the ridge tops from Saddle Blanket Mountain to Oak Ridge, one of the Native Americans' favorite summer camps in trading centers. It was a beautiful August day, two days into the hike. I expected to be gone about two weeks, when literally out of the blue, the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me in my life occurred. It would change my perspective of reality forever.

I was walking along the trail and joined the strong breeze and bright sunshine when, in the middle of a step, everything around me started to turn gray and blurry. The only way I can describe it was as if suddenly I was looking through someone else's prescription sunglasses. I finished the step and started another. Every inch I moved forward, the darkness increased and the gray blurring turned into a jumble of shapes that made no sense. I then seemed to pass a barrier, and everything started to return back into focus. When my foot reached the ground on the second step, everything around me changed.

Day had turned into night, and there was no wind. All the douglas fir and pine trees had been replaced with thick jungle-like growth, and the cool, thin mountain air was replaced with humid thick air. There were no stars in the sky, but there was a diffused light that led me see everything clearly. However, I couldn't tell what the light source was. As often happens when the human body receives a massive dose of adrenaline, the entire incident appeared like it was in slow motion, and even though I was only there for a second or two, I had time to observe my surroundings.

The silence was broken by a continuous high-pitched caning sound, and I was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of fear and danger. My momentum caused me to take one more step before stopping in my tracks. Actually going to be three, two out of three. It was at this point, I heard I whispered, gotcha, over my right shoulder. I couldn't tell if I heard it with my ears or inside my head. The word wasn't directed at me, but something said the word quietly to itself.

I was so terrified. I actually felt my heart stopped for a moment. That whispered word is what saved me. I opened my mouth and gasped in a huge gush of thick air and recoiled backward in the same footsteps I had entered wherever I was. As I threw myself backward, I looked over my shoulder, A dark-colored hairy, right-hand and arm was reaching for my throat over my shoulder. The hand had pale ivory spade-shaped fingernails.

The nails looked clean and almost had a manicured look to them. The thumb was placed lower, towards the wrist. On the hand, then humans is. Both hand and arm were thin and powerful-looking, and both were covered with thick, coarse black hair. I got a good look at it because the thumbnail grazed my neck. It did not break the skin. as I moved backwards.

As I continued backwards, the hand clutched where my neck had been, a split second before, and it seemed to fade off into the distance as I returned through the portal. I took two more steps backwards, and everything reversed itself from what had just happened. The world around me became lighter. The fir and pines gradually came back into view, and by the third step, I was back on Saddle Blanket Mountain. I continued to move backwards in terror, and as I did, I observed that, where I had just come from was a shimmering oval patch of air about the size of a large door. The woods behind it looked like it was underwater, and by the fifth step backward, the shimmering

area seemed to just evaporate, and everything was back to normal. By then, my lungs had nearly burst from the volume of air I had inhaled during the huge gas I had just taken. My body felt like it was on fire from the adrenaline surge, and I spun around and ran back down the trail as fast as my legs could carry me, and didn't stop until I reached my. my truck. I was nearly two days getting to that place and about three hours getting back. On my way home, I was absolutely terrified at the thought of what would happen if I were to drive my truck into something like that. It had been a trap, pure and simple. Whatever it was that tried to kill me somehow kept the portal hidden from me on the way in, and I didn't actually see it

until I was back out again. I had terrible nightmares for years and still haven't come to grips with what happened. My fingers are trembling and the hair is standing up on the nape of my neck as I write this. Severely shaken, I've read everything I could get my hands on about people who have mysteriously disappeared throughout history and discovered several instances where people have vanished in plain sight of others. The quantum physics people have a theory about parallel universes. They just might be right. Since I originally wrote this, report hashtag 9202 from Sutter County, California was submitted to the BFRO, the person who submitted the report drew a picture of the creature he saw in a tree. The right hand in the picture is exactly the same one as I saw. Note the thumb

placement. And the forearm on the left is exactly like the forearm of the creature that attacked me. Any way you could post the picture from that thread? Very cool story though. Really lines up with my own theories. There was no picture. The thread was over 100 pages long, but it was an older forum style that didn't have support for pictures. Here's the thread. Damn good read. And here's the pick the passage refers to. It's hosted on a different website, not on the actual thread.

So X, I'm feeling generous. Decided that I'd share my nope in a woods. Anyone interested? Bump. Yes. Anyone interested? Before I start, I'll give you a bit of a background. This happened in 2012 when I was still in school.

Me and two bros of mine decided we would enter a film competition because fuck it, and we all had experience in filmmaking and editing, after seeing a leaflet on it in our school. The winners would win a cash prize and some other stupid shit, I don't know. We took basic supplies like food, a tent, camping apparatus, weed, and liquor because it wouldn't be a proper camping experience without them, a camera and a tripod to film our spooky movie. The events that occurred happened over the course of four days. We originally planned to stay for five days. P.S. I don't use a green text, so don't ridicule F words.

B-17. Bro 1. Let's call him Chris, also 17. Bro 2. Let's call him Sean. Sean is 16. Remember both of these names are made up for the sakes of anonymity. Chris was the most macho guy of the group who was the ladies man. He was a great athlete and the sporty type, but deep down, though he was a real sensitive guy. Sean was the geek of the group who was an outdoor freak.

He was shooting at Elks since he was 12 with his father, so we knew his shit about outdoors. He was great at computing slash editing, but was slightly beta and the only version out of the three of us. We'd usually tease him about it in a joking way, of course. Anyway, day one, used my dad's car as a means of transportation, drove about 27 miles outside of the nearest town, pulled up into a secluded road for about another five miles before pulling to stop. Investigate the grounds a sea if it's suitable for the film slash camp's location. Perfect. We walk about 300 feet into what looked like a campsite.

Nearly sure it wasn't and that we were actually trespassing. Who gives the fuck? We are all appointed roles. Mine was to collect firewood when necessary. After prioritizing the important shit like setting up our tents, starting a fire, and getting our bearings of the surrounding area, we started to film. The film was meant to be one of the cliche slasters in a woods like Wrong Turn and Friday

the 13th. I was a character alongside Sean. Chris filmed the film using the camera and tripod. Looking back, it was cheesy as fuck, but fun. What seemed like no time was actually like five hours of shooting and messing around. Sean suggests heading back to the campsite as it's getting dark and we don't want to get lost. We get back to the campsite and some of our stuff is missing and and misplaced. We notice our rucksacks carrying our food has been opened and food has been stolen.

Starting to feel uneasy about the situation. Sean says it was probably a deer or a bird. Me and Chris don't argue, but we all slightly unsettled about the situation, although no one said anything in case they would be called a pussy, etc. After about two hours of smoking and drinking, a strong smell resembling rotten milk mixed with vomit hits our nostrils with the power of a thousand sons. Chris shouts, which one of you fucks farted? It fucking smells like burned asshole. We piss our balls laughing because everything's better stoned drunk. In the fits of our laughter, a quick rustling in the bushes behind the tent occurs. We all go silent. Freaking out, Sean grabs his hunting knife and observes the tree line. After what felt like an hour, Sean cautiously approaches the tree line.

He gets to the tree line and shines a torch into the woods. Nothing. At this stage, we are wondered if We had like a joint, pun not intended, nope experience, and that the weed and alcohol was making us imagining it. We decided to call it a night and crawl into our tents. Day two. Wake up with slight hangover and dehydrated at like 8.30 a.m. It's overcast, unlike it was the day before, which was sunny. Unpredictable weather. Fuck. I crawl out of my tent. Sean is sitting on his camp chair at the edge of the smoldering fire, poking the ashes with a stick lost in thought. I walk over to him. Walking over, he doesn't notice I'm there. I ask him, hey man, uh, you okay? He looks up at me and says, yeah, man,

uh, I'm fine. Want to go exploring into the woods? I asked why. He says, cause man, uh, just curious. Weirded out, but I say, yeah, man, sure. We decided not to wake Chris up, because he's a cranky shit when he's disturbed from his sleep. We roll some joints and disappear into the woods. High as shit exploring nature is fun. We come to the top of the hill, overlooking some of the woods, I take some photos on my phone of that shit because the scenery is fucking beautiful. On our way down, Sean casually asked me in a nearly whisper, Hey man, did you hear them screeches in the giggling last night? I say, no man, I was probably sleeping though.

He says, oh, I'm surprised he didn't because they were pretty loud. He then goes on and says that he was pretty creeped out. I nervously laugh and say it was probably a fox or something, man. I wouldn't worry about it. He says again in a whispering-like tone. Hmm, I don't know, man. The more I think about it, the faster my heart starts beating. It's unusual for Sean to be creeped out, and when he is, he wouldn't say.

On top of the fact that he has been camping most of his life, and he knows just shit about outdoors and wildlife. Is that why you were quiet as hell this morning, I ask? Yeah, man, I was pretty worried. Feel unsettled about it. Get a deep feeling in my gut telling us to leave this place. I say nothing, though. We quickly changed the topic of the conversation,

but the lingering and disturbing feeling we were both feeling remained present. Pick related. It's the photo I took. Get back to the campsite. Chris is frying bacon. Give me some of that shit. Munchy's hit hard.

We gobble down like 18 slices of bacon between us in silence. We tell Chris what Sean told me. He's generally worried but doesn't let on. We can see it in his facial features and his eyes. Comfort him by saying it was a fox or some shit. resume filming filming for two hours call it in early day of filming because chris had a bad hangover we don't complain as we are worn out also we walk back to the campsite everything's the way we left it thank god have an early night what another picture that was captured day three wake up fresh as fuck

fuck yes the other two fuck wits are still asleep i decided to go for a walk because i'm bored After about 15 minutes of walking, I get a smell of decomposing flesh. I come across a bird about the size of an Xbox laying dead. It's completely skinned and mutilated and covered in flies. Get an overwhelming sense that someone's watching me. I look behind me. About 110 meters away can make a black figure lurking in between trees and bushes. Whilst looking at it, I hear giggling from behind me, which sounded about 10 meters away.

Nope. I run towards the direction of the campsite. I tell the guys what happened. They actually believed me, probably because of all the weird shit that's going on. We're all worried at this point, worried to the point that we might cancel the rest of the filming. For the rest of that day, we didn't leave the tree line. We sat on our chairs on constant edge, jumping at every creek and crack. When it got dark, we decided to finish off the rest of our polished vodka because fuck that.

Drunk as fuck, we forgot about the spooky things that happened. Chris notices we're getting low on firewood. Before anyone can mention, Sean volunteers because he's a crazy. motherfucker with alcohol in him and he's by far the drunk out of three of us says uh i need a piss and uh piss anyway in a slurred voice as he's drunk as shit he staggers off into the tree line and into the pitch black me and chris resumed talking half an hour or so passes and still no sign of sean where the fuck's that guy's at chris says half laughing and half concerned we start to feel really worried. At this stage, the fire is smolder, and we're using 20 million candle-powered flashlight

to see where the fuck we're doing. The smell of burnt asshole returns with a vengeance. This time, it's that bad that our eyes are watering from it. As soon as the smell slightly dissipates, Sean emerges from the tree line, calm as ever, and sits down besides us casually. Where the fuck have you been? We asked him generally concerned. He doesn't respond. Why the fuck are you covered in dirt and shit? Doesn't respond again. He just sits there looking at the ground, daydreaming. This isn't funny, Chris says to him generally. Sean once, with an emotionless face, sickenly looks over at Chris with a smirk on his face,

then turns back to the ground. Whatever, asshole, Chris says, who then stands up and crawls into this tent. I look at Sean who is emotionless once more. What the fuck, man, he didn't even the fire would I say? As soon as I say that, he quickly looks up and over to me and says, Do you want to come help me get it? slightly weirded by the fact that not even an hour previous Sean's words were slurred as shit

and I was speaking if he's stone cold sober I kindly refuse and say there's no point man we might as well go to bed I get up and walk towards my tent as I crawl into my tent he says Aynne are you scared of it in like a fucked up voice that sounded like the girl's voice

from the ring when she rung to the victims to this day it seriously makes the hairs on my neck stand up What the fuck? I turned my head and say, Why are you talking like that for? He mockingly smirks. Like what? I think to myself,

What a fucking asshole and crawl into the tent. I get fuck all sleep, thinking Sean's going to cut my throat as soon as I close my eyes. Not once that I hear Sean's tent zip open and close, meaning he stayed out all night. It was sickening to the stomach. Day four.

I wake up in the morning to find Sean's tent unoccupied. Think about last night and asked myself, that I have too much to drink. Generally start to believe that what happened last night wasn't real, and my drunk mind interpreted the events wrong. I cook myself up some sausages and eat them in the sun like a boss. Chris awakens from his tent. He sits beside me.

I offer him some. He refuses. What the fuck happened last night, he said, ass. We were drunk as fuck, man, I say. Yeah, I suppose, he responds. We dismiss it. Where's that F word anyway, Chris says jokingly? Probably a way getting fired, would I say.

After a while of waiting, about to resume filming, Chris being the hot head he is, loses his patience. If that R word is lost, I'll rip his head off. I tell him to chill. He opts to go looking for him while I stay at camp in case he comes back. Chris disappears into the tree line. An hour or so passes. I sit in the sun and smoke a cigarette. Birds are chirping and all feels good. Dawns on me that neither bros have returned, though. A slight sense of anxiety is present. I try to ignore it. It gets worse. The birds have gone silent and a tinge of sour milk is present. I start physically gagging.

I think, what the fuck is it with this place and foul odors? I look up sharply into the train line at the back of the tents. What I met upon is terrifying. Even to this day, thinking about it chills me to the core. Despite being about 50 meters away, I was able to distinguish the creature's features. By the looks of it, the thing was at least seven feet tall. It looks like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, but only a skinnier. and it was pale. Its eyes were like two small black buttons, sunken deep into the creature.

Skull, although the teeth weren't visible, I could imagine how they look, which adds of the despair. Paralyzed in fear and intense nausea, I stand looking at it in sheer disbelief. Before thinking to nope the fuck out of there and shot on all fours, at this stage my head is spinning and in shock. Chris explodes out of the trees, pale snow white, with a gash on his face. I grabbed whatever I could and no doubt out of there without looking back. The 300 meters it took to get to the car were the longest of my life. Whatever the fuck it was, was following us and mocking us in John's voice, which to this day still sends shivers down my back.

We jumped in the car and got the fuck out of Dodge, assuming it had gotten to Sean. Even in the highway, we didn't feel safe. We left whatever we had up there, including the camera, tense, and the tripod. On our way home, we sat in silence covered in shit and shaking. When we entered our town, we discussed how we told the authorities, family, and friends about how our friend is up in the hills, and some shape-shifting humanoid creature has consumed him and how we abandoned him. We decided to ring his self, but there was no answer. We called it his parents to see if he had gone there.

We automatically assumed he wouldn't be there because his parents were out of the country. He answered the door casually, as if to say nothing happened. We talk and explain all the shit and what happened. The real disturbing and unsettling thing about it is the fact that he denies even going on the trip. He said he had been staying home during the entire duration of the trip. We are in utter disbelief, and of course when we tell all of our other friends, they just don't believe us. There's no proof of him being up there. The only proof is on the camera, and we noped out of there before retrieving it.

Since 2012, I've moved from that town and from what I know of. Sean has alienated himself from his family and friends. He lives by himself and doesn't leave his house apparently, but I don't know for sure. Pretty much after that, I cut all contact of way with him. I occasionally talk to Chris on Facebook, but that's about it. Pick related. It's my 10 on day one. More pictures from my old phone.

Here's my story. B-16, be black and have family down in Alabama. They farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville. Uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting and camping. Down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp. No, I'm a city kid from Chicago, so they tease the fuck out of me. Collect food, kill a pig, and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days. We get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird.

Air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone. We think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours. All of a sudden, some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes. He has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says, hello, and asks us what we're doing this far back in the woods. Tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out. He tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together. There was a big animal in the woods. His son, who was my age, asked if he can stay with us and hang out with us.

He says, okay. I'm going to stop green texting because the story is fairly long, in the format as hard as write in. So we end up playing football, digging around with me. And there's the white kid, Tanner, five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there are five girls and six boys. We all were around 15 to 17.

We ended up just dicking the day away. So we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncles. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come. come camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along. It's about 7 o'clock and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tans property. The rest of us chill.

We make s'mores, drink, and kiss on the girls. About 30 or 40 minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we had started. This really nasty, coppery smell, like right after you've had a nose blade and stopped. It wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic back of your throat smell. We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hot plate on or some shit. We searched the trailers and nothing is on, and we can all smell it. All of a sudden, we can hear people booking down the path towards us, and rooster, tan, and the girl all come running into the clearing, out of breath, and they don't even break stride.

They all run into the trailer, right by where the fire is. We all get the fuck out of there and into the trailers. They end up calming down, even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while, the fire is getting lower and lower. So my other cousin says, fuck it, and are about to go outside to get the generator out of the shed between the trailers. Tanner goes, fuck no, lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside. He's been crying, too. And his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and his parents are.

They're dirty as shit. He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house. His father said, sure, he could go out camping, but to make sure they were careful on the way back, and that maybe they should take one of the hunting rifles just in case. Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before, one of their pigs had come up, ripped up, and half-eaten. They assumed they're just some big-ass cat or coyotes, even though they don't usually fuck with live animals.

He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff and told his dad, it would be okay without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back towards where we were camping. So Rooster finally stops crying and shaking. The girl already had, but she was just staring at the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods towards the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail, and they all beamed their flashlights over there, and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they

shouted at him and told him that he scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was. He says that when he realized that the guy was facing away from them, so they kept walking, and they start smelling the nasty, coppery ozone smell. They say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side and it's a dude standing in the forest, backwards, slightly closer to the path. So now they start power walking and Tan keeps going. I should have taken the fucking rifle. As they're telling the story, the smell is still super strong, even inside the cabin. They say that, after they started walking faster, a kind of low gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood.

As if they had started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flash or flashlight under the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods. The gibbering just got louder and louder, and when they could see the light from her campfire, something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track. and they had just flat out ran as hard as it could to the trailer. So we're out in the fucking woods and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us. All of a sudden, my other cousin, Jr., starts going on about

how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the goat man or some shit. We probably tell him to shut the fuck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now. But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the fucking goat man and how we're in his woods and blah, blah, blah. Now, at the time, I had never heard of this goat man or any of that. But then a couple years ago, the year before I graduated from college, I had a menom for a roommate, and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a fucking man with the head of a goat, and he can shape-shift

and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo, and it's a bad mojo to even talk about it, and even worse if you see it. Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was 16, so my cousin is going, The goat man's going to get in and fucking get us. The girls are all terrified, and my cousin and I are all fucking dry to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal. All of a sudden, the smell that just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it.

Like usually smells fade away or lessen. It just literally was there one second and then not the second. So it's after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shooting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don't go back home because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit. Nothing else happens that night, and we stay another night,

and for the main part of the night, nothing happens. At around one in the morning, we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories, as someone is finishing some too spooky story. I don't remember what about. The smell comes back. It's so fucking strong that one of the girls literally starts vomiting. I stand up and you can actually feel how clammy the air is. I say we should get inside and that this isn't right.

We should have just fucking left. We all go back inside and we're standing around. My cousin just keeps going on about how it's the goat man and my cousin rooster tries to shut him the fuck up. And all the while, I'm just feeling that something is wrong. And I can't figure out what the fuck it is. We end up sitting in there for a while. The smell is just as strong.

And we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brots for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with four brots. We have a total of three packs. I grilled them on the stove and give everyone a hot dog. I get mine. And after a while, one of the cousin gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one. He starts grumbling about how I get two brots and everyone else gets one.

And I look at him like he's fucking stupid. I told him that everybody else. got one because there were only 12 brats. If he wants more, he should open up a new pack and cooks more. That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and Tan just starts screaming, oh Jesus, oh Lord, get it out. She's crying and shivering. And then it dawns on my cousin standing on what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart sink. I run the fuck out of the cabin, and the girl runs out with us. The trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books it out of the

cabin. One of my cousin's friends asked us what the fuck is wrong. I start counting us. There's only 11 now. I shit you not, my cousin verified. There have been 12 people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time that there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I'd kind of notice something goes off. You know how when you're just dicking around having a good time, that you don't sweat the small shit, you don't always keep track of certain stuff? I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been there for at least a fucking day, eating with us. What makes it worse, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually

interacted with the other person, or the goat man. The girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside. Eventually, we get big ass sticks and go back into the cabin, but there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explaining what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too, and that's when he was about to say something. The person sitting next to her, had grabbed her like hard, and leaned over towards her, and said something she couldn't understand. So we are all pretty much scared as fuck as we huddled together, and I fall asleep. When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep, and the other half are packing our shit up. We all

want to walk back home, but like four people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just fucking around and just want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods. The girl's name was Kira, the one that the goat man had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad. And she says she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night. So we decided to split up. The four that want to go can, but I have to stay because I have the keys of the cabin and it's my uncles and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point because I feel like people aren't taking this shit seriously, and I definitely didn't want to be out in the woods for another night.

I spent the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people, now four girls and four guys, to get the fuck out of Dodge. Tanner leaves with him to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back, so there are just seven of us left by 4 p.m. At around 5 p.m., he hasn't made it back yet, and we're getting extremely fucking antsy. The only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to go get a gun. It's about 5.30 p.m. or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Kiera is outside. We all look outside and sure enough, she's standing by the fire pit with her back to the cabin. I'm thinking to myself, if she was so scared, why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind,

the whole time the coppery smell has been gone. Now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it. I say this to the rest of them and everybody, and these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the goddamn goat man in our midst is laughing at me and asking if i set this up to scare them i'm looking at them like i'm not bullshitting you at all right now i ask them why the fuck would i play like that so one of the girls goes outside to get kiera she gets halfway to her and stops cold kiera starts heaving i don't know how the fuck to describe it sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound it was this fact that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods.

It was dead silent. This was like late in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big-ass geese honking or some kinds of birds or squirrels chit-chatting. So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking trailer right goddamn now. She backs up into the trailer and we lock the door.

We pull down all the shades except one and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so. The guy turns to say that she's still there, and there's a huge fucking bang on the door. We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The banging is super loud now. So now my cousin is holding one of the girls,

and the other two are kind of giggling with nervous laughter, and me and the other two guys are shitting bricks. Then we hear tan. He's screaming, let me, the fuck in, stop fucking playing. So we go over to the other two guys are shitting. the door and open it, and he stumbles in with a rifle. There's nobody else outside. Evidently, he had walked up to the campsite. Nothing weird happened in the forest, but he had seen a girl.

Mind you, he said it was not Keira standing there. When he had gotten to the edge of the clearing, she had turned towards him with this slack-jawed look and just stared him down, slowly tracking him as he walked around the outside of the clearing towards the camp. He said it was until he was almost halfway to the trailer. He had realized that she was getting close to him. She had started off by the fire, and without him even seeing her move, she had been turning, inching closer. He said he just ran the rest of the way back to the cabin, thinking it opened. And when he got to the door, it was locked. He turned and it was about half the distance of the door.

He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls from me to the side and whispers in my ear. You know there are only seven of us in here, right? I get that feeling where your stomach drops to your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer where we had been sorting out who was going where. And then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day, and it just slipped right back in. We all looked out the window, and there's nobody out there. So we recount everyone, and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier, and everybody says eight.

I say, well, how many are here now? They all do the count and then realize there are only seven people in the cabin. So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo in his rifle, and he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he said it was the goat man. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and then in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home. Now I'm really terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the fuck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks I'm trying

to be funny and prank them and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not funny. He keeps telling her that I'm not that kind of person, and she says, well, how do we know the girl it wasn't just Tanner and a wig, or if it's really the goat man? How do we know that this is a real Tanner? And that goat man just didn't kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun. So we get into this huge argument about this, where me and Tanner like,

we could seriously be in danger because at the very least, someone had been sneaking themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us, and at worst, something bad isn't in the force with us. One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we're trying to tell her we shouldn't because none of us were walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point, the sun is starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out. We eat something and turn on the radio for a while. But we can't really get a station out there with anything decent.

So we turn it off at about that time that Tan's cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy-duty lantern flashlights in a lot of. another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whispered to Tan asking if he's sure, that's his cousin and he says yes. The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused. He says, where's your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something? He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin because it smelled like blood and hot pans all the way up the trail.

we are all like, nope, but we ask him what the fuck he's talking about with the girl he saw. He had come down the same trail Tan had been using, and he had come up on one of the guys, one of you's guys buddies, standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him from slackjod. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was look at him. Then she smiled at him, and he said he kept walking. She couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and if she needed any help. help, but she had continued to stare. Eventually, he'd been walking and turned around a bend in the

trail, but when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. It assumed she had taken some shortcut through the woods to her trailer. We tell him the whole story of what's been going on. I have expected him to say, we're all full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room. Tanner's cousin gets back to the girl. He says when she had kept trying to lag behind him, it had kind of weirded him the fuck out, so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked, she was always lagging a little behind, and that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to camp. Eventually, it got really strong. She had said something really low that he didn't catch, and when he had turned around,

she'd been riding the fuck with him, and he stepped back from her. It was at this point, he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn't, him to carry her on the back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have misjudged the distance because she was off to the side of where he put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her. So at this point, we know that shit's real, unless Tan is playing at a joke, which we can tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants. So they load up the rifles, we eat some more, and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to God,

that it's some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed, so I would shit for the rest of my life. At around 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty, gross, blood-like smell, like cooking blood and singed hair, tan and his cousin Reese, get to fuck up instantly and grab the rifles. There's like a half-knocking, half-clan at the door, and I shit you not, there's this voice. And it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs

whose owners teach them how to talk, it says in this hating, weirdly toned voice, let me the fuck in, stop fucking playing. It made my fucking nuts creep up against my body, and one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus. It was so fucking obviously not a person talking. It didn't have the right cadence. And that's some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk,

no matter what language, all people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking. This shit didn't have, any kind of cadence or rhythm. One of those YouTube cats. That's what the fuck it sounded like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror mode. We keep yelling outside. Who is it?

Stop fucking around, man. And it just keeps saying, In. Or, let me the fuck in. For almost 15 minutes. It sounded like this almost just not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded,

then you can't imagine how fucked up the whole situation is. so then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods or some shit. Every couple minutes, it'll come back into the door and say something. Finally, when the smell fades away, it's around two in the morning right now, Reese says,

man, fuck this, and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle. He fires a shot into the air and says something to the effect of in the name of Jesus Christ go away. He fires two more times and then from the woods, right up against the river across from the trailer, it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting. Then it starts screaming,

and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that. And you can hear the brush over that way start to shake. Reese fires over it into the tree line and then starts back into the house. We locked the door, and we can hear this shit caning and screaming. Reese said something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground and crawling towards the cabin. He had shot at it.

Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night. went. It was literally screaming constantly for the next two hours, and we could hear shit moving out of them to the tree line. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep. Tann had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle. Nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later, after the whole thing was over. He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noise finally stopped. He had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed to as one of us and he had nodded off. Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong.

And while pretending to be sleeping, he counted us. There were nine people in the cabin. He basically didn't want to try and shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we care ourselves. So we just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep. He said sometimes it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing or heave like he was laughing, but then it would lay back down. The story closes pretty weak because, from my perspective, nothing happened. We woke up, and I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, that he'd been avoiding looking at all of us. But we had ate some breakfast, packed up, and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the

cabin and said he'd lock up and ring me my uncle's keys. To just start walking and he'd catch up, which I didn't really want to do. We got a little bit up the path, and when he came running up, basically, we just jog back to his house. His cousin took us home. And there was a wind in the bathroom. Tann had gone back to lock up and looked in there. We were too stupid to lock a screenless window. The window was fucking up when he got in there. I'm guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the goddamn way back to his house. And then he said it lagged to the back of the group and looked him dead in the eyes before walking into the woods. This story is one told to me by my grandfather,

who has told this story by his own father before he passed. I cannot be 100% confident in the veracity of the facts that are about to be told, since my grandfather told me this story well into his 80s. So many details may seem either wonky or strange. With that being said, I was told this story with the full confidence of my grandfather that it is true. Be my great-grandfather, Alberto, between 18 and 20 years old, looking for working in the 20s, going from, from place to place with no real luck.

Pretty much a wandering hobo. Ends up in Texas. Ends up at a town called El Paso. Decides to stay since he's not only hoping for work, but winter was almost here and he needed to find a place to stay. Fast forward a month or two. He finds work as a janitor slash groundskeeper for the local school. Nothing wild, but it paid enough to stay alive.

One day after his work was done, he decided to double-check his work and make sure he didn't leave anything too dirty. On his look around the building, he runs into this old man, looks like pick-related. Hey, you're not really supposed to hang around here. You need help getting home? Haven't got a home. Don't need one. The old man stands up and looks at Alberto.

Almost like he's checking to see if anything is out of place with him. May I help you? The old man just smiles and tells him that he's making sure everything is in order. Old man pats him on the back and begins to leave. As soon as Alberto turns around, the man is gone. A bit confused, he simply finishes his work and goes home for the day. Alberto would see the man constantly from then on. Man was cordial and very complained when he was told he had to leave the premises.

Each time the old man would make sure Alberto was in good health, would constantly ask, have you had any fevers lately? Have you felt ill? How is your stomach? Each time Alberto would answer politely but always felt as if the man had an ulterior motive behind these questions, thought what it was was never obvious. One day, Alberto, who will just type out as Al from now on since it's faster, had fallen ill with a bad stomach virus, still went to work since he was just kind of person. When he ran into the man again, the man once again asked,

Is all well with you, good sir? Al for the first time responded that he was not in the best of health. Almost instantly, the man's face sparkled with a smile. Here, my boy, drink this. It shall make your ailment disappear. as if it never occurred. As he said this, he took out a small bottle of clear liquid. Al looked at the liquid and asked the man what it was, obviously very wary. Trust me, boy, it will do you no harm. Besides, would you rather be more wary of a cure or your clothing integrity? The old man said with a

hearty laugh, Al thinking in his mind he had nothing to truly lose, took a swig of the bottle. By Al's own words, it was one of the most disgusting things he had ever tasted. It was so bitter, it almost stung his throat. It was so bitter that it began to make him vomit. He vomited for about three minutes before it subsided. Angrily, he asked the man, what was in that elixir and why did it taste so disgusting? The old man simply smiled. As bitter as it may have been, how does your stomach feel now? Al hadn't even noticed he felt better. No more than that. He felt revitalized, like he had never had the illness to begin with. He felt as if he'd just taken a long nap and was better than ever. Al looks at the man and asks what exactly that was. Old man simply continues to smile

and tell him to not worry about it. Just something I made myself glad to help you, my boy. The man left again and Al besides himself almost impulsively followed the man. By the time the old man had turned the corner, he vanished. Not a single trace of him was left. Al went back to work with the thoughts of the old man still in his mind. Next time, he wouldn't let him get away. It would instead ask how he made the medicine. But the man didn't come back for a few months, then years, then almost a decade. The man never returned until one day in autumn of 1931. Al had gotten a wife and a family of his own, had pretty much all but forgotten the old man and his strange elixir. Two years before my grandpa was born, his brother was born, first child to Al and his wife. One night, he fell really ill. This was in the 30s,

so even something as simple as a common cold could still fuck you up good. Plus, his brother was barely six months old. Not enough money to even see a local doctor. Have to rely on a simple bed rest and soup since that's all they knew how to do. At one point, the kid got to a point where it truly seemed like he wouldn't make it past the night. Al having no other option had to try and find anyone who would loan him money to get this kid to a doctor. Ran all over town and no luck. No one even gave him a glance.

Getting more desperate, he basically began to break down in the middle of the street. That's when he heard a familiar voice. Ah, my boy, what ails you? Another bad stomach? Al turns to the grizzled old man again. Doesn't seem a day older from the last time he saw him. Al hesitantly tells the old man that his son is sick and needs help. How he doesn't have any money, and he is getting increasingly desperate.

The old man, as his usual self, lets out a laugh and pats out on the back. My boy, take me to your son. son. I can help. Al looks at the old man and begins to explain that this isn't just some stomach virus. This is something much worse. The old man nods and tells him to simply heed his word and take him to the boy. Reluctantly, Al takes the man to his son. The old man inspects the boy whilst Al's wife asked him who the old man was. He tells her. He's a man who helped him cure of a sickness once. Maybe he can help the kid. Wife understandably looking to Al, as if he just lost his mind. Tells her,

to just trust him. The old man begins to take something out of his jacket. I say my boy, you've made quite a life for yourself while I was gone. Beautiful wife, a nice home, and a child, truly wonderful. The man says as he mixes his two elixirs from his coat together. He then proceeds to give the child a singular drop of the elixir on his forehead and gently rubs it in on the infant. Al looks on in confusion, but also hope. Only a few seconds later, the baby's cries subside. The wife goes to check their son, and she notices his fever is gone. In fact, the baby is sleeping soundly, happily. No sign that the fever ever existed.

Just like that day 10 years ago, it was seemingly a miracle. The old man smiles and gives the elixir used for the child to Al. Take this. One drop should ever fall ill again. Al takes the elixir and as he puts it away, notices the man walking out of the house. Al follows him and asks him to wait. Al asks him who exactly he is, and how he even knows how to do these things

that seems almost like magic. The old man smiles and sits on the outside bench. I suppose I do owe you something of an explanation to you. After all, it's only been natural to be curious. Al begins to ask him any and every question he can. The old man smiles and calmly answers each of his queries. What is your name? My name, uh, my name, hmm.

My name I'm not sure anymore. It's been a while since I've been called anything, but old man and vagrants so many names aren't something I follow anymore. Who are you? Just a simple man who likes to travel to see the world to learn, and as you can see, I've learned quite a bit. What exactly are those elixirs made of? Simple things, bones, plants, natural things that come from the earth itself.

Is it magic? You could see it that way, yes, but I like to think of it as a science that science hasn't accepted yet. What does that mean? You could say that my science is based off more what we perceive as false or witchcraft, a science that some seem childish or impossible. But as you've seen today, it is all but impossible. Where did you learn this from? When I was younger, I meant an old woman.

Funnily enough, Not much unlike how I am today. She saved my life with these elixirs and potions, and I, amazed and almost somewhat fearful, asked to be taught, what she did with. Reluctance. Could you teach me these things? Heavens no, this knowledge comes not without a heavy price, a price that I could never ask of someone who has a wife and a child, simply out of the question. What is the price? It comes at the cost of one's own death.

As in you can't die? That doesn't seem too awful. Of course not. Eternal life seems like a blessing. For the first hundred years. You're over a hundred years old? Possibly older by now, my boy. So does that mean you're also invulnerable to harm?

Oh no, I can so much be shot and murdered. I said eternal life, not invincibility. Couldn't you just kill yourself then? It wouldn't matter. I have no soul to cross over with, so it would simply be my age. end. So does that mean there really is something else after this? From everything I've taught? Yes. If you're mortal, why do you look so old-looking? Just because I can't die doesn't mean I can't get older. It just takes longer. Can you cure illnesses and wounds? Of course. It's pretty simple.

What can't you cure? This question made the old man stop. For the first time since meeting, he frowned and looked at Al. I can't cure death. Once a soul has begun to cross, I can't bring it back. I know from experience that life does not like to dwell on itself. What will you do now? Simple, my boy. I continue to wander, continue to learn until this planet's last breath.

Al, without any further question, simply begins to thank the old man from everything he has done. The old man once again smiling, pats owl in the back. My boy, I simply did what was needed. needed of me. And with that, the old man left without another word, never to be seen or heard of again. Simply made and two story for his children to hear when they were older and eventually I heard it. I can't necessarily say I believe it, but I suppose anything is possible. Cheers, you old,

elixir-making man. Hope you're still kicking. Short little adenadium. My grandfather actually did have an empty vial in his possessions when he passed, which I have to assume was the vial of elixir. given to him by his father. We'll try to post a pig of it someday, but for all I know, we probably threw it away when we were cleaning his belongings after he passed. This happened about two years ago. It's something I've told only one other person since.

Pick is of the town. It's shit for a reason explained later. B. Canuck, Vancouver area. B-19 with a fresh P.A.L. An ability to legally drink. Plan a trip up north. Dad tells me about an old abandoned mining town. and his friend worked at in the 60s gives us location.

Decide to bring Native Bro from high school. We both own guns. Ask my dad if I can borrow his AWD-Honda passport from the 90s. He accepts. Bro brings SVT-40. I bring S-M-L-E-N-K-3. Drive past Cam Loops by about 200 kilometers. Takes about two days of driving.

Spend one eventful night at abandoned trailer park. Eventually find ourselves on back road. using ancient maps that provided. Modern maps and GPS don't have the roads on record. Clearly, old logging roads, not used for at least a few years. Eventually reached old town. Desolid as fuck. A few collapsing wood buildings, starting to get late but light enough to snap a few picks.

Brought old Nikon FM2 because I didn't want to risk my digital. Bro and I set up a camp next to a car in open semi-gravel area. Use wood from old buildings as firewood. Gets dark. Cook a few cans of beans and some salmon native bro caught a few days before. Out comes the beer. Head to tent, mildly inebriated. Decide to go in a woods the next day.

Late night slash early morning, hear multiple human footsteps outside. Probably just native bro. Go back to sleep, A-Anon. Realized native bro is sleeping next to me about five minutes later. Wake up, bro quietly. Both grab rifles and open tent. Nothing there. Go back to sleep, A-Anon.

Probably just a dream. Agree with bro and sleep. Wake up next morning somewhat early. Native bro already awake making breakfast. Frying God tear can sardines. Anon. It wasn't a dream. Takes a minute from my mind to remember.

Bro points at multiple boot tracks and campsite. Not ours for sure. I'm visibly more creeped out than Native bro. Native bro grew up on shitty reserve, seen some shit, etc. Decide we'll lock our gear in the car. Both of us want to investigate. Consult map. Go in a woods with day packs of...

limited food, water, and first aid. Oil lamps and flashlights as well. We each have a reasonable amount of ammo. 40 rounds of new protection, privy, 174GR, FMJ, 303. Bro had a couple of X-54R stripper clips in his co-pocket. Start moving in the direction of the footsteps. Native Bro is a good hunter-slash-tracker, but loses the trail about a mile in. Decide to continue in the direction of the tracks anyway. Creeped out by this point. Native Bro is pissed at he lost the tracks. Hike about five miles. Find some more abandoned stuff. Starts getting dark. Realize we both got carried away and realized it would be unwise to head back. Eat some cold beans since we don't want to attract attention with a fire and then sleep. Wake up in the middle of the night's whispering.

Takes a minute for eyes to adjust to low light. Look over at sleeping native bro. Realize there's two black cloaked figures above him. One is touching his face. They're talking in English but not audibly. Just about shit myself. SMLE is across my lap. Flip off safety as quietly as I can. One of them starts reaching for bro's SVT next to him. Raise rifle to my hip slowly, pointing it in their direction. Fire off the first shot.

The fuckers see me rise up while working the bolt and run. They start screaming like you'd expect someone getting their eyes ripped out to. Native bro practically shits himself and gets down. Mad minute into the forest. Takes us about a minute of frantically throwing our gear together to get out. Panic and start running in a random direction. Get cut up running through brush. Native bro and I are somewhat fit,

both in Army cadets since we are young. Run for a good 20 minutes. Stop to catch her breath. Anon, what the fuck? Explain what happened to bro. He looks horrified, more than usual. He tells me about some cold that committed crimes on his reserve, says RCMP couldn't do anything since it was native land.

Link to disappearances and CA. Reserve is maybe 200 kilometers from us. Nobody ever convicted. When our nerves calm, we consult her. map and compass. Realize there's a clearing next to us and use that to navigate. Forgo lights in favor of quiet movement. Move slowly for about six hours. Periodic map and compass checks. Tired as fuck when we arrive at the tree line near the camp. Despite being dark, we realize there's movement in our camp. A three question, hooded figures in what seems to be a man with a deer's head

trying to get into our car? Hands are shaking. Mom spaghetti. Start moving down the hill. Not paying attention because of no sleep. Foot catches root, crash and roll down hill. Cut up and bruised, but otherwise fine. All four of them are screaming and moving towards me, unaware of native bro still being in the tree line. Deerhead leader is naked. Cock flailing everywhere. He's about 10 feet away from me, realize he's got a fucking hatchet. Realized I won't be able to raise my SMLE in time. I'm going to die here. Make my peace with the god emperor. Two shots rang out in rapid succession. Deer man drops his hatchet, clutches his chest. pulls one leg up and fucking drops.

Continuing, probably the last part. Pick related. It's the SMLE in my dad's car. Hooded figures hesitant now that their leader just took some Soviet glory to the chest. Pick myself up and raised SMLE. Sort of aim at the middle of the three in fire, which I assume to be a hip shot drops them.

He's screaming like a motherfucker. At this point, Native Bro is next to me. Out of what I suppose was pure anger, one of them charges us with a long knife, maybe a short sword. Native Bro and I both fire a shot. We both hit him. Practically goes limp instantly. Last remaining uninjured fucker tries dragging his injured friend off. I'm hesitant to shoot since they're backing off, but Native Bro shoots the uninjured one in the head. He keeps moving for about half a second before dropping. We check the bodies. Realized that Deerman was just a guy

wearing the head of a deer. X-54R blew his chest open, blood and mashed organ everywhere. Last two are were dead as fuck. Old rounds like they're really mashed organs and bone. Last guy remaining alive is pleading for his life. Realize he's not pleading with us. Screaming into the sky about some sort of strangely named deity, God, or whatever. Can't remember for the life of me. Anon, we can't let him live. Realize Native bro is right. Threat of a cult coming after us or police finding out is too great if he lives. Don't want to do it. Offer SMLE to NADD to Native Bro. He simply kneels down and slits this guy's throat. Whispers, something, something for Sierra.

We pick up as much of our brass as we can, pack up our car, and get the fuck out. Lied out by the time we get onto the main road, adrenaline dying down. Realize that I just killed someone. Break down in the car and cry like a bitch. Pull over and have a bro talk about it. Tells me we did in self-defense. Feel like there's more to it for him. Sober up and continue on the road.

We take it easy and stay at motels the rest of the way back. Continuing, definitely the last part. end up eating at the white spot in hope, completely silent over the meal. Realize how hungry I am. Barely ate twice on the way back. Remainter of the ride back is spent in complete silence. Drop native bro off at his apartment in North Van. We exchange an awkward silence and a few smiles.

He hugs me for some reason. Call it gay if you want, but I needed that shit. Get back home, lock bedroom door, keep loaded SMLE next to bed, sleep for the better part of a day and a half, meet up with dad to return car. Remember what Native Bro said about Sierra. Turns out she was Bro's older sister who's kidnapped as a kid, ended up an alcoholic and druggy,

aged herself when she was 16. Shit Brex. Asked Dad why town was abandoned. Well, Anon. The mine dried up and many of the residents resorted to a legal industry to make a living. Asked specifics. Said he doesn't know.

He asked his friend who lived there. A friend died six months later of lung cancer. Never had the chance to ask him. Even more frustrated than the nightmares, is not knowing what the fuck happened. Can't seem to find out the town or the town's name online. And I've since wanted to go back with a larger group. Probably going to wait a few years, though.

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