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Episode Date: June 28, 2026

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Hey, what's up, guys, and welcome back to another 4chan stories video, and oh my gosh, I am so excited to get into these stories today. The first set of stories we have, I guess, and the main story we'll cover in today's video, is a Russian Forest Ranger. I love the Forest Ranger ones, and I love Remote Russia. That's just kind of a weird niche interest of mine. It's just so unexplored, so untouched, and it's just so interesting to me. And this kind of touches on both of these weird niche interests of mine.

so I'm so excited to get into these it's going to be super interesting super scary, eerie, disturbing and all those other synonyms for scary words and you guys are the best thank you so much for stopping by and like I said multiple times already I'm so excited to getting to these stories so

yeah without further ado let's get into it and before we do please like the video and subscribe to the channel helps out the channel a ton of the channel's goals 500,000 subscribers so please subscribe or kind of getting close so please subscribe and all right Without further ado, let's get into some creepy 4chan stories. Hello, after a lot of thinking and a couple of drinks, I finally decided to share some of my experiences.

English is not my native language, so forgive me if my grammar isn't perfect. Be me. Late 1990s work in a very rural area of Russia as a sort of ranger slash wildlife preservanist. In Russia, we don't have the same regulations and strict protocol as some of you might. We more or less just drive around on ATVs and bright poachers while we ensure the safety of the deer population and shit like that. I worked in a rural area, surrounded by forest and harsh winters, only had one colleague who will call Pietter.

It's short and easy to remember. Pieter was your typical backwash, crazy Russian dude who brewed his own vodka and smoked like a chimney. He was my best friend for several years and always had my back no matter what we faced out there in the woods. The job had ship pay, but it came with loads of perks that made it worth it. We had no boss and could basically just go camping, get wasted, and call it an excursion. I will admit that we once or twice hustled some innocent hunters for their money by claiming that they were poaching.

We were corrupt as fuck, but still managed to make some decent arrest and put some real poachers behind bars. But sometimes we got calls that required us to do some actual hard work. If people spotted sick animals, it fell upon us to go out there and make sure to do. didn't spread. If an animal showed aggressive behavior that might endanger the locals, we had to ensure that the animal got put down. We had friends of the local vet who would run blood samples if we suspected rabies or something else. One day, Pieter and I got a call from some pretty spooked locals. They told us that some boys had gone hunting a couple days ago, but none of them had returned. They all believed that they had been killed by bears or wolves. Great. Now we have

to venture into the wilderness for some potentially aggressive carnivores. They point us in a general direction and we take off on our ATVs. We drive around the area for about three hours when we find an abandoned campsite. It was evident that the camp had been trashed by something, probably a bear. By the looks of it, the boys had left a camp in a hurry, not even bringing the rifles. From then on, we went on foot with our guns drawn, just in case. We found the first corpse a few meters away from the camp. He was lined on his stomach with several deep wounds to his back.

What struck us as weird, was that it was a deep puncture wounds, which we had never seen before in a bear or wolf attack. There was a clear path which indicated where the other boys had fled. We found two boys in the same small area, both of them lying dead with similar wounds. One of them had practically been gutted. Pietther was visibly shaken by this scene and just kept shaking his head in disbelief. According to the locals, there was supposed to be four boys out there, so we were still missing one.

We both tactically shot our pants when we heard something, something rustily through the brush towards us. We aimed at the commotion and waited for it to reveal itself before we shot. I almost dropped my rifle when it emerged from the dense bushes. It was a red stag with the mangled remains of the fourth boy stuck in its antlers. It had trouble holding its balance under the weight of the boy, but still bellowed aggressively, as if it was about to charge us. Pietre was the first to snap out of the shock and started lighting the fucking thing up.

Upon further inspection, we noticed that its antlers were worn down. and broken. It had put an excessive amount of force between each of its charges, breaking its antlers on the poor boys. The reason the fourth boy stuck on its antlers was because the damn thing had practically torn through his rib cage. We couldn't separate the boy from the antlers, so we had to bring the head with us. It was one of the most fucked up rise home, with the cargo of several corpses tied to the back of our ATVs. The local authorities were pretty angry at us, seen as we had moved bodies from a potential crime scene, but led us off easy, seen as the killer was likely embedded into one of the victims.

Seeing the heartbroken parents of these boys still haunts me. That night I hung out with Pieter, mostly because I was still pretty spooked. That shit wasn't natural, he said at one point. Deer can be aggressive and defend against predators, yes, but this fucker hunted down those boys and killed them all. They don't do that shit.

That was the first time I caught a glimpse with the spooky shit that goes on around here. In the following years, I saw some deeply insane shit. That only Pieter and I know about, and I'll share the stories with you, and hopefully you will believe me and understand why I'm scared shitless every time I see a deer. About once or twice a month, we had to go on excursions into the wilderness to look for signs of poachers, sick animals and other stuff like that. One time we decided to drive out to a fairly secluded area because there were rumors of some

potential poaching. It was a very long drive, so we had always put it off, praying that the poachers would just get mauled by bears so that we wouldn't have to make the long journey. We had to drive for about 15 hours before the terrain became too difficult for the ATVs to handle. We had to walk the rest of the way, which meant we had to camp out. I was pretty uneasy when night came. Camping out is a form for us, but we were further away from civilization than we have been before. In the previous incident, still haunted my mind. Beater offered me a bottle to ease my worries, but I didn't want to be intoxicated

in case we were attacked by some demonic deer. The night went by without an incident, but I still didn't get all asleep. We continued on our trek towards the supposed poacher hot spot. We arrived, looked around, but found nothing. There didn't seem to be any sign of human activity anywhere in the area. Fucking rumors, Pieter mumbled to himself as he shook his head in frustration. Normally we should be happy to find nothing. But this time, we are just exhausted and cranky.

We were then startled by a loud, bellowing, echoing through the forest. What the fuck was that, Piet there pulled out his right. and aimed in the direction of the noise. Though it went against our instincts, we had to go investigate it. We reached a small bridge that overlooked a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a group of five stags were huddled together. Their heads were bowed down as if they were grazing. We noticed they all seemed to make sudden, violent, jerking motions,

like they were trying to gore the ground with their antlers. Piaz had their fire to shine into the air, trying to make them scatter. They didn't fucking move. If you have any basic knowledge on wildlife, you know that sudden, loud noises makes just about any animal takeoff running. We fired a couple more shots into the air, but they still didn't react. In a small moment of madness, we decided to calmly approach them to get a better look at what the fuck they were doing. As we approached them, we were met with the nasty stench of rot and shit. Is that a fucking bear?

Be it their gesture to the ground in front of the stags, to our collective bewilderment, there was a large adult brown bear. It was in a stage of decomposition, which meant it had been dead for at least four or five days. The stags were panting and groaning as they were continuously gored the carcass over and over again. They looked seriously malnourished and exhausted. The bear's body was completely ripped apart except for the head, which they were, for some reason, had left completely unscathed. We stood in frozen into the ground as we watched this horrible scene unfold. How did they take down a bear? How the fuck is that actually possible? I asked Pieter. He shook his head in disbelief. As he raised his rifle and shot one of the stags,

he later explained that he wanted a blood sample. As soon as the stag fell to the ground, the others stopped what they were doing and just turned to look at us. They were covered in rotting blood and chunks of meat. They didn't charge or show any aggressive behavior. They just stared at us, unflinching and unblinking. Peter had changed his mind about the whole blood sample thing at this point and just slowly started back in the way. I followed so. I followed suit and raised my rifle just in case. When we reached the ridge, they resumed their mauling. Once again,

not paying any attention to us. We were fucking done at this point. We didn't set up camp at that night. We just kept hiking at a brisk pace until we reached our ATVs. None of us spoke a word the entire right home except for the occasional fuck. That incident really fucked

something up in Pietre. It took him a couple of weeks before he went with me into the forest again. He was completely convinced that the stags were being manipulated by a witch or something, which I'm not really sure of. I don't really believe in witches and all that. I just believe that nature is a lot more fucked than we believe. We have been away from real, raw nature for so long because we chose to live in cities, that we have likely forgotten how scary and unpredictable it can be. Still, there was something off about those stags. Still,

don't have an explanation. One day, we got a call from the local authorities. Apparently, some old man that lived by himself in a remote cabin had not been seen in a while. They wanted us to take them to the cabin, since they weren't used to the terrain other than paved streets. We drove them out to the cabin and parked a few meters from the front door. It was also pretty clear that day at something that happened. The door was completely knocked off its hinges. Cabin was empty. The officers asked us to assist them in their search, and we agreed.

The initial theory was that you've been taken away by bear, which seemed pretty plausible considering the fucked door. We spread out and followed whatever trails we could find. It took about half an hour before one of the officers called something in. He sounded a little shaken, but gave us detailed distractions to where he was. He didn't tell us what he had found, but instead said, You'll want to see this yourselves. When we reached him, it wasn't clear what he had found, since nothing looked out of place. No broken branches, no trail, no nothing.

He just pointed up into a large tree in front of him. Slung over one of the higher branches was a fresh deer carcass. This was certainly odd. but we still didn't get what this had to do with the case. Then we noticed something even stranger. Further up the tree, there was a bear carcass. Something had killed a bear and then placed it in the tree. I knew that leopards and other big cats did this for later consumption,

but there were no leopards or tigers where this took place. The officers looked uneasy and took nervous glances over their shoulders. We stayed as group after that and looked around for another couple of hours before we called it. On our way back, we once again passed. the tree. The deer was gone, only leaving some bloody branches behind. We picked up the pace and made our way out of there without looking back. A quick reply to some of your questions before I continue. You expect me to believe your English isn't your first language? It isn't. I just used the Thoris for some of the more difficult words and used what I have learned through

different media. What are your thoughts on Bergman's bear? I think it's stupid to assume that something has gone extinct without having definitive proof. Bears are resourceful. and could easily live undisturbed in the remote areas of Russia. I think it's just as likely to be alive than for it to be extinct, since I have never encountered one myself. Do you recommend living in the Taiga? Personally, I don't recommend living in Russia at all. I moved to Europe in 2007,

but I wouldn't know too much about this soul you were talking about. I never had too much faith in all that spiritual stuff, but honestly, Taiga landscapes are very pretty, so I would definitely recommend a trip there. Siberia is beautiful in the summer. There was a winter when we had a pretty horrible incident. As you'd probably expect, the winters can be pretty rough with a shit ton of snow and minus 40 degrees Celsius. If someone goes missing, they're immediately presumed dead because it's impossible to maintain your core temperature for long durations without being properly equipped.

And when someone's child goes missing, it's just the worst. The police once again requested our assistance because a mother had reported her six-year-old daughter missing. The thought of spending hours in the biting cold was not welcoming, but we couldn't possibly turn a blind, eye to a missing child. The mother had let her children play outside when one of them had simply started running towards the tree line. They had been out there for some time, calling out her name, but they just couldn't find her. That's when they called the police, and then they called us. By the time we arrived at the search area, she had been missing for about two hours. We followed a trail that we suspected was hers. It went on for way longer than we expected a child that age should

be able to run. Then it just stopped. There was no side stepping, scuffling, or any sign of, well, anything. It was like she had just vanished on the spot. We examined the tracks to see if she had backtracked or something, but there was no clear sign of any double prints. Pietre was visibly upset and frustrated. We asked the other kids why she had started running into the forest. They had no clear answer, but claimed that she just started running without any warning.

The kids were shaking and crying, so we asked the mother to return to their home while we kept looking. An officer followed them back to their house, so they felt safe. her. About 15 minutes later, one of the other officers got a call on their walkie-talkie. We hear the distinct sound of the mother wailing in the background. They had found the girl. And also, sorry to interrupt that story. Someone asked a question and said, in which bit of Russia were you, O.P.

And he is in the Sakha region of Russia, which is in the middle of nowhere in a huge region. And like I said in the beginning of intro, Russia really interests me for some reason, especially that super, you know, desolate Siberia region where just nobody is. It's just super interesting because so much of it is untouched, but anyways, back into the story, they had found her just sitting on the step to their back door. She was dead and almost frozen solid. She had only worn a regular jacket and pants, considering that she was just supposed to play outside for a little while.

The mother had locked the doors before they left because she didn't want their house to get robbed while they were away. To this day, I tear up when I think about it. but I still have some in-answered questions as to what had happened. The obvious solution is that she had returned home and frozen to death when she couldn't get in, but I still think there's more to it. If she had just run back, how did none of her siblings or her mother notice her? Why didn't she respond to their calls? How did she run back without leaving any tracks?

How was she almost frozen solid even though she'd only been missing for about four hours? None of the neighbors had seen anything unusual, so there was nothing. to investigate. The mother blamed herself and became an alcoholic. I still think about that incident every day. For some reason, it had harder than the four boys who had been mauled. I do not wish to disclose too much personal information, but I will tell you this. It's in the Sakha, Yukita, or whatever you want to call it. I won't say any more than that, though. Here are a few shorter incidences that can't be made into very detailed stories. I once saw a deer mother bite one of her fons by the head and start shaking it violently until its head snapped. She then dropped it on the ground

and nudged it a couple of times, as if it didn't quite understand what she had done. They didn't stay to observe because I was a bit freaked out. Found a dead deer line next to a tree, markings on the tree, coupled with markings on the deer's head, suggested that it rammed its head into the tree's trunk until it died. Took a blood sample, completely healthy. stumbled upon a fresh kill in the winter, its ear with half of its face slash neck missing, a large hole in its abdomen, with guts hanging out. As I poke around in the wound, in order to check the temperature, the fucking thing that lets out of yelp and rises to its feet.

In complete disbelief as this bloody mess turns its head to look at me and starts walking away calmly. Collapses after about 10 meters and doesn't get back up. And then some people say in this thread and say, Have you read that American story where a guy and his dad go hunting and see a deer smash his head on a rock and start licking its brains? Reminded me of that. Why is it always dears, though? Maybe they are easier to possess by whatever the fuck was doing that to him? Ivan, what is up with your deer?

We have sporadic attacks in the States, but nothing like that here. The strange deer behavior has a rational explanation. It could have been some kind of prion disease like mad cow's disease. There's one in North America called chronic wasting disease that affects deer, and early symptoms are. strange behavior as it's literally eating holes in their brains. That's not to say it was the specific disease, but could have been something similar. And back in the 90s, they would have known to test for it as it's fairly recent. Yeah, but five deer collectively maligned a deer, how the fuck does that happen? And then anyways, he goes on to read another, or list another

story. This will be the last for me for now. I'm pretty tired and it's exhausting to really have all these horrible memories. I may post more tomorrow, but for now I will leave you. you with this. I've been seeing a girl for a couple of weeks. For some reason, she found my job hot and thought I was some sort of macho dude. Went along with it because she was hot. She also hooked Pieter up with one of her friends. She lived in one of the fancier houses in town with a nice few of the forests from their living room. We decided to have a double date at the house where we would watch a movie eat dinner. Of course, it didn't take long before Pietera went to the guest room with its girl. I decided not to waste time either and started sexy time as well. At this point, I admit,

I had neglected my duties a bit. Pieter and I hadn't even been to the forest that month and hadn't responded to any calls regarding sick animals or poachers. We had gotten up in our own personal issues and honestly felt nice to get a break from the work, seen as we weren't exactly ever off duty. We fell asleep on the couch in the living room. At some point during the night I woke up.

It was a beautiful starry night, walked up to the glass door, leading to the terrace in order to get a better view of the sky. After a few minutes, I spot something in the distance. The faint glow of eye shine, from something staring intensely at me. I froze in place and observed this unknown creature, as it slowly started walking towards me. When it got within the light emanated from the house, it revealed itself to be a medium-sized red stag. It just kept walking towards me, never blinking or taking its eyes off me.

It walked directly into the glass, which seemed to puzzle it. It started nudging the glass, which turned into violent pushing. At this point, I started backing away, still in complete disbelief at what was transpiring in front of me. girlfriend wakes up due to the loud banging on the glass what the fuck is going on ain't on she asked so half asleep before i can answer her the stag starts letting out these guttural screams as it intensifies its ramming it breaks through the glass girlfriend screams and be it there comes running down the stairs to see what's going on the stag just calmly walks up to me like it hadn't just broken through a glass door keeps letting out these horrible noises as it just approaches me i tried backing up but stepped in some glass and fell over my ass

The stag just observed me with unflinching eyes as it kept bellowing. Girlfriend was still screaming. I'm suddenly deafened by the sound of Pieter unloading his small sidearm. Hit the stag multiple times but mainly missed, leading to a lot of property damage. The stag falls to the floor with a wet thud. To this day, I am still grateful to Pieter for bringing his gun. Girlfriend broke up the next day. She said I was either cursed or unlucky.

Either way, she didn't want anything to do with me. I still always sleep with my blinds on. I never want to see. another window into the night, especially when I know what might be on the other side of the glass. I may have ignored the forest, but it certainly didn't ignore me. This is all I have for tonight. Good night, Anans. I have returned. I will share a couple more stories with you. I once found myself lost with Pietir in a snowstorm. We were basically as fucked as we could ever be, with no shelter or any way to start a fire. Snow was falling so densely that we couldn't see more than a few

meters in front of us. Wind was so cold that my lips started bleeding. We drove around for what felt like an eternity until we came up on an old decrepit hunting cabin. We had difficulty dismounting our ATVs because our clothes were frozen solid. I still remember how Pieter was shaking and clacking his teeth. The cabin was completely empty, but had a simple fireplace and some semi-dry wood. As we sat there slowly warming up by the fire, we had a moment of absolute dread when we realized that we might actually fucking die. We had no idea how long the storm would last and there wasn't a whole lot of wood for us to burn. Pieter then rose to his feet and murmured, fuck it. Wait here, Anon. We, he went outside and returned a few minutes later with an axe. For a brief second, I legitimately wondered if he was

going to put me out of my misery. To my relief, he started beating the ever-loving shit out of the floorboards. Use this firewood. It should keep the fire going for a while longer. Bless you, Pieter, and your demented brain. In the end, we probably learned about half of the cabin's floor, which revealed more and more of the cold dirt underneath. In a fucking course, there happened to be remains of a couple of people down there. We were waiting out of the storm, stuck in a fucking murder cabin. The remains looked very old, fortunately, just dusty, skeletal remains, seriously debated whether we should leave or stay. Decided to stay because we'd have a better chance of survival against a psycho-russian killer than the storm. At one point,

I swear, we heard someone approaching the cabin, only to run away into the way. wilderness. It makes no sense because only a mentally deranged mongoloid would have the ball swaned around out there. Then again, we were in a cabin with corpses under the floorboards. We sat with our rifles ready just in case. After a long while, the storm started winding down. We emerged from the cabin, dug our ATVs out of the snow, and made our way back to town. Navigating was a lot easier now that we could see where we were going. Immediately went to the police station. They were surprised to see us since they had already reported us missing, slash, dead. We told them about the cabin and agreed to show them the way into the next day. I slept for

about 14 hours after soaking in a hot tub of water. Best sleep I've ever had. We met up with the officers and led them through the forest of the cabin. It was fucking gone. There was no trace to be found of it whatsoever. The trails left behind from our ATVs were still very clear and even the spot where we dug them out, but the cabin was just not there. There was a clear area where I had been, but there was nothing but a fresh layer of snow. The officers looked at the irritated and said, we were wasting their time. They said that we must have been hallucinating, or that we drank too much of Pieter's homebrew. It still makes no sense to me. Never found an explanation. Pieter and I had been on one of our excursions in early autumn. When he came across

a panicked hunter, he begged us to help his friend who had been attacked by a bear further up the trail. He drove with us up to where the incident had occurred, but it was already too late. His friend was fucked up beyond belief, face ripped off, gutted, and limbs bending in unnatural positions, almost threw up at the site. We decided that this bear was too dangerous to be left alive, since it was roaming fairly close to town. We started looking for tracks to get an idea of where it was headed. The hunter was just sitting up against a tree, too shocked to react to what was going on. He just kept describing the creature as a bear when we asked him. The thing is, we only found deer tracks at the scene. Against our better judgment, we started tracking the fucker. I swear

there was a constant stream of cold sweat running down my back while we hunted this nasty motherfucker would honestly rather have been tracking a bear at this point we reached a clearing at some point when we found a piece of the guy's face hanging from a thorny bush we were shouldn't know enough bricks to build a new berlin wall at this point but we trekked on we finally caught side of the fucker it wandered aimlessly around in circles almost like its internal compass was fucking up this time i was the one who shot it couldn't let pieter have all the fun hit it in the head instant death. Chunks of flesh were still hanging from its antlers. We had to collect the individual pieces and put them in a plastic bag so that we could deliver it to the morgue with the rest of the

body. We gagged as we did it. It was so fucking horrible. Ended driving the shocked hunters back with us so that he could deliver his testimony. Why did you tell us it was a bear? Peter asked him. You would have never believed me, he answered. If only you knew. Piazer and I were hanging out in his apartment one night, sharing stories and drinking. sat out on a small balcony, then smoked when we got a call from the police station. There had been strange sightings of a large animal, presumably a bear, roaming the area. Some locals were pretty spooked and had reported it to the police.

Of course, it fell under our jurisdiction. We decided that we could check it out in the morning and didn't feel like chasing some large, unidentified creature. While we were half drunk and the sun had gone down, sit for a few minutes, just chatting when a deafening screech echoed out from beyond the tree line. We were silent for a couple of minutes. Fuck me, that was loud, Pieter said. No shit, jackass.

We decided to check it out. Operation half-drunk Russians packing heat commenced. We wandered around aimlessly, randomly pointing our flashlights and rifles around in the dark. You've got to be fucking kidding me, Pieter sounded out. He had found large cloven footprints. Don't tell me this is another fucking deer, I swear to God. He sounded both angry and scared shitless, wrestling behind us. We both instantly turn, and aim at the same.

the sound. Two glowing eyes reflect our flashlights and lets out a loud fucking squeal and charges at us. We both lined it up when we shed our pants. It's a bore. It's a fucking bore. But it was so big that we initially thought it was a bear. Pig related is eerily similar to the bastard we shot. Elisa wasn't fucking deer, I said. Pieter let out a nervous laugh and shook his head in awe at the fucking beast, lined before us. Honestly, didn't know what to do with it. We had him brought our ATVs and the thing was way too heavy to carry, decided to just leave it for the wolves to scavenge. Police actually believed this this time. Some of the hogs out here can grow to enormous sizes. You're lucky to get to you. Another thing to worry about. Fucking great. Most people don't know,

but there are loads of unmapped slash unexplored cave systems all around Russia. This is also the case for where I lived. It wasn't uncommon for Pieter and I to stumble upon a cave or two while we on our excursions. Lots of local legends surround the caves like an underground city of subterranean people, covens of witches, prehistoric animals, and so on. Whatever the case, I've always found cave systems fascinating. It's like entering a new world where the same rules don't apply. So when the police mounted a rescue team to help a teenager who'd gotten trapped in one of the caves, I didn't hesitate to volunteer. At this point, Pieter and I were respected and well-liked with the police. They trusted us and included us in some of their work. Kianter didn't come along this time,

because he was too hung over. As the cage stood, two teenage boys had tried to explore a local cave system that had some very steep drop-offs. One of the boys had lost his footing and tumbled down into the darkness. He was still alive, but had a broken angle and couldn't get out. Rather than getting stuck himself, his friend had chosen to send for help. We made our way through the caves, making sure to watch our steps. The cave floor was damp and covered with algae, so it wasn't a surprise to the boy had slipped. When we came to the drop-off, we shone our lights down at him.

He waved and smiled, knowing he was saved. I started descending the steep rock wall with a rope tied at my waist. When I reached the bottom, I secured the boy to the rope, and gave the officers the signal to start pulling him up. He went that way, the boy said to me, and pointed to a narrow passageway at the back of the cave. Excuse me, I asked, wondering if he had hit his head on the way down. My friend, he came back for me, and told me he had found an exit that way.

I was confused but told him, your friend is up there with the, with the others. His face went completely pale on the spot. But he was down here with me. He went that way. An uneasy feeling hit me, which I tried to ignore. Now I was stuck at the bottom of this small chasm until they threw down the rope again. And this kid claims that someone was down here with him, even though his friend had gone straight to the police. I felt very exposed and kept focusing on the narrow passages to the back of the cave.

I point my flashlight to the ground and find fucking footprints leading into the passage. Fucking bare feet. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Just as I'm unloading a metric fuck ton of bricks, they throw the end of the rope down and hit me right on the shoulder. I let out a shriek of terror that those bastards never let me live down. As they pulled me up, I refuse to look back down. Got the fuck out of there as fast as possible. Fuck whatever was down there.

One of our biggest problems with poachers was that they would sometimes leave behind these heavy-duty bear traps, pick-related for reference. Sometimes they never came back for them, which meant that some parts of the forest could potentially be a minefield of broken ankles. Sometimes we'd find rotting carcasses that would become trapped in one and left to die. I once almost stepped in one, but Pieter noticed the chain in time to stop me. Thanks again, buddy. One time we came across one of these traps, which had been sprung, left in the trap was a boot, with the foot still attached.

The rest of the body was gone. Large pool of blood left behind, along with bloody pieces of fabric. From what we could see, it looked like someone had gotten stuck and then had his foot amputated. We followed the blood trail, but found no body.

He must have been with a friend who drove him out of there. The ironic part is that bear traps are fairly easy to break out of. If you know which pin to pull, poor guy lost his foot because of some dumb-ass poacher. Took the foot with us and asked around in the police station. They hadn't had any reports of people

getting fucked by bear traps. This guy didn't even go to the hospital. This meant he had either been a poacher himself or just one tough son of a bitch. Never found him or heard about him since then. Still, finding a severed foot is never nice, especially when you know the type of shit that's out there. Pietta once showed me an abandoned settlement he had found back in the day. Though we were roughly the same age, I was more of a city boy than him. He has always lived out in the less populated areas and spent a lot of his childhood in teenage years on exploring the forest. He rarely talked about his childhood, mainly because of his alcoholic father who beat him and his mother. But he trusted me and sometimes opened up, after a bottle or two. To him, exploring the wilderness was a way to escape from his

dysfunctional home, which is why he had a pretty good internal map of the place. We drove for a couple of hours until we arrived at the settlement. It looked rotted and old as hell. Most of the buildings were made of wood that were ready to collapse at any second. Some were made of your typical Soviet concrete and looked about as stable as our economy. Still, we chose to explore for a bit, just in case. After all, this place would have been an amazing base for poachers. The houses were empty, except for some damp furniture and a couple of stoves. The concrete structures, on the other hand, still had some interesting stuff lying around.

We found some old wet boxes of old dynamite, which led us to believe that it was an old mining town. Sure enough, there was a large quarry a few kilometers away, which we found later. A lot of the stuff we found was too rushed to make out what it had once been. Everything else was just in a state of decay. That made it seem pretty unsafe for us to fool around with it too much. It's not uncommon to find old abandoned mining towns that were never put on a map, so we didn't really take a second to wonder why it had been abandoned. That is, until we spotted the fucking deer.

Be it there anxiously nudged my shoulder and gestured to the right of us. There was a large stack watching us from behind one of the houses. The more we looked at them, the more. deer we noticed. There were maybe 10 or 12 of them, just observing us. They didn't seem threatened by us, but rather like they were making sure we are on our way out of there. We slowly approached our ATVs as these fuckers just followed us silently, never blinking or making a sound. When we got to our ATVs, we debated whether or not we should light them up, but we decided against it because we didn't want a hurt of bloodthirsty demon deer charging us. We just started driving away.

counting ourselves as lucky, seen as they had to be decided to fuck us up. I remember looking back. Once we were 100 meters or so away, and seen well over 20 deer standing there, motionless. Fuck that, be it thursed outed as we raced out of the area and back to town. We never went back, but often talked about it. He firmly believed that the deer had something to do with the settlement being abandoned. I'm not so sure, but I definitely don't think it's out of the question.

Fucked deer in their mysterious fucking ways. At this point, the police knew of our various encounters. They didn't really believe us, but still respected us enough to not mock us. After all, we had retrieved quite a few bodies for them that had been fucked to high hell by deer. That all changed when one of the officers, one of my friends, had gone missing. He had responded to a call about some kids that had claimed to have been stalked by a strange old man while they played in the forest. For some reason, he had gone out there alone to investigate. That was 16 hours ago, and nobody had heard from him since.

Pietera and I helped with the search since we both knew him quite well. Hours of searching yielding nothing. Then someone found his handgun lying on the ground. It had been fired twice, but we couldn't find the bullet casings. One of the officers had brought a search dog, took a few whiffs of the gun, and started darting off into the forest, obviously tracing something. We followed the best we could, but the damn thing was fast as fuck.

Suddenly the woods were filled with the sound of aggressive barking and whining. We were out to the spot where the dog had gone and found big surprise a fucking deer. From one of its antlers hanged the life as body of an officer. It impelled him through his throat and out of the mouth. It was so fucking grotesque that I still get a lump in my throat when I think about it. He was my friend and that fucking deer had killed him.

It stood completely still. It's headwayed down by the officer. The dog whimpered and startled at it but didn't move an inch closer to it. One of the police officers shot at it, which caused all of us to just lie it to the fuck up. Retrieving his body still stands clear in my mind as one of the hardest things I'd ever done. After that incident, the officers always took our claims seriously. They even offered backup when we went on our excursions. I still wonder about that old man, though.

Did the kids just imagine him? Pieter still insisted that something supernatural was manipulating the deer, making them aggressive and bat-shin insane. I still lean more towards the theory that D.R. just, by their very nature, bat-shin-sane. At one point, we were checking out a potential poaching camp. When we arrived, we were greeted by two older men who immediately started questioning us. We explained the situation to them and asking them to step aside so we could inspect their camp. It was a pretty standard camp with some fresh kills and pelts,

but the men seemed very nervous anyway, like they were hiding something. We started questioning them, until they cracked. They admitted that they had shot and killed about seven or eight deer the previous night, but they hadn't retrieved a single of their carguses and had simply fled the area. What kind of hunter kills animals just to let them rot, huh? Why the fuck did you do it? Peter asked them, with a sense of urgency in his voice. They explained that they had been sitting in a deer blind,

waiting to take a decent shot at some unlucky deer. They then spotted one that walked straight at them. When they aimed at it, they saw its eyes through the scopes. It was looking directly at them, but still just. walked calmly towards them. That's when they heard a twig snap and realized their blind was being surrounded. All of them had the same lifeless look in their eyes. None of them made a noise or any sudden surrounded the blind. They started pulling some aggressive expressions and began bellowing at the hunters. Their blind was raised about three meters off the ground and supported by four wooden pillars.

The deer started ramming the supports while they kept bellowing. The hunters were scared shitless and just started shouting to the deer one by one. They ran back to their camp after that and hadn't been out hunting since. They showed us the way to their blind, and sure enough, there were several deer carcasses lying at the base of it. There were invisible markings on the supports

that backed up their claim. They then asked us if they were going to get in trouble for what they had done. We told them no, as long as they didn't do anything with the carcasses. We wouldn't press charges. Normally we would have made them pay a fee, but seeing as they had been through an encounter

with the psycho deer, we sympathize with them. In fact, we thanked them for taking care of them for us, since they were a threat to the locals. We told them that if they ever encountered aggressive deer, they should put them down immediately. They looked a bit of puzzled as we drove away. Never saw them again. This is going to be the last of my posts. It's going to be a long one, but it will describe the incident that eventually led me to move to Europe. I think all of you in advance for reading my ramblings, and I especially thank those of you who believe me. It all started when Pieter got a terrible idea.

He suggested that we found a central point in the forest, perhaps near a lake, or anywhere deer were known to frequent. Then we would set up a blind in one of the biggest trees there and camp out for a week or so, shooting any deer that seemed off. At first, I called him a dumbass, seeing as our job was to preserve the wildlife rather than mow it down. To be honest, I was also terrified of the thought of spending an entire week in the middle of nowhere.

He called me a pussy and gave me an ultimatum. Either you go with me or I go out alone. I wasn't about to let my best friend go out there all by himself for a week. He probably knew that and used it as bait. We drove to the local hardware store and picked up the necessary equipment for our little project, screws, wooden planks, rope, etc., etc. Then we went shopping for other supplies, such as canned food and water. We loaded our ATVs with all of our gear and set off into the wilderness.

I wondered why Pieter suddenly wanted us to do something so rash and stupid, but figured he had just had enough. I didn't blame him. The weird thing was, though, we had actually not experienced anything unnatural for almost half a year up to the end of the point. Part of me wondered if he actually wanted to seek it out for some reason. He never told me why he decided to lead this retarded crusade against the deer, but I still went with him so that I could watch his back. We eventually found a pretty large lake, surrounded by big, beautiful trees. It was early August, so we weren't in any danger of freezing to death while we slept.

We started building our blind, which ended up being more of a wooden platform five or six meters above. the ground with a great view of the lake. By the time we were finished, the sun was setting. We had seen no sign of wildlife while we built our blind, but figured it was due to the amount of noise we made. Our plan had one huge flaw, that we had failed to realize. Fucking mosquitoes. We had no cover, and we were placed right next to the goddamn mosquito capital of fucking Russia. We caught no sign of anything strange the first night, except for each other's swollen faces. At dawn the next day, we awoke to the sound of something splashing around in the water. We peaked, peeked over the edge of her blind and saw a dough, along with two fons.

We observed them for about 15 minutes before we determined that they were pretty normal. Similar incidents happened every once in a while the first couple of days, nothing out of the ordinary. I felt relieved and wondered if they had migrated to some new place, planning on terrorizing some new rangers. But for some reason, Pieter seemed extremely tense. It would curse under his breath. Hey, Pieter, what the fuck is going on, man?

He looked at me with a hollow expression and sat up beside me. He explained that he had been having nightmares about the deer. He felt that if he killed some of them, he could prove to himself that he had nothing to fear. The poor guy hadn't had a decent night's sleep in well over a month at this point. He almost started crying while he told me these things, which really showed me how close this guy was to the edge. I had to help him, so I stayed with him, kept a lookout while he took a nap. I hadn't told him anything, but I had actually been looking into how much it would cost

to move away from Russia. I hadn't said anything because I wasn't really panting any things. Besides, I didn't really feel like I could just leave them behind. I kept an eye out on our surroundings for several hours, and I almost decided to just lay back and enjoy the view of the lake when I heard something approaching to our left. Out of the tree line stepped a lone stag. I waited a bit to see if it would behave strangely before I woke Pietre up.

It bowed its head and then motioned as if I had started drinking from the lake, even though it wasn't anywhere near the lake shore. That was more than enough proof for me, and I slowly shook Pieter until he woke up. He instantly crawled over the edge and looked at the deer. Grinning with some sort of sadistic satisfaction. He aimed at it with his rifle and fired. A direct hit straight to the chest. He led out a sigh of relief and started laughing.

We heard the sound of several animals walking around within the tree line, but never saw one of them. It almost seemed like that lone stack had been bait to see how we would react. This only fueled Pieter's paranoia. He was practically trembling with fear every time we heard something wander around in the tree line. Sometimes a deer would appear on the far side of the lake, but no matter how many times Pieter and I shot at it, we never hit it. At night our main source of light was a lantern that ran on petroleum. Part of me always suspected that it was a horrible idea, to use that in a blind, made of dry wood.

The fifth night into our crusade, shit hit the fan. We kept spotting the eye shine of... several animals, but every time we looked through our scopes, there was nothing. It felt like they were toying with us. Piazza started firing shots into the air, trying to deter the creepy fuckers from whatever they were doing, but of course it didn't work. I picked up the lantern and raised it higher in order to eliminate the ground better. When I stand up, I get lightheaded and fall over. I dropped the lantern, which, it turns, starts a goddamn inferno. We abandon everything and just ascent down our rope. My rifle was up there, along with most of my

favorite gear. As they stood there in the night, the blazing blind illuminated a lot more than the lantern had. A still shudder at the thought. The largest flock of deer I had ever seen were still standing in the tree line. All of their eyes were lit up from the flames, giving them a hellish appearance. Pieter is practically hyperventilating at this point makes a dash towards our ATVs. We hit the ignition and get the fuck out of there. We never looked back to see if they followed or anything the entire ride back. We just kept driving and letting out cries of adrenaline mixed with actual terror. When we got back, Pieter just went home without saying a word. I went to my apartment and completely shut myself out from the rest of the world.

Locked my door, closed the blinds, and turned off my shitty phone. I stayed that way for a couple of days. Then I got the sudden urge to get a drink. I'd already consumed every bottle of alcohol in my apartment, so I went to a bar that was located on my street. When I entered, I was met with worried looks from the people who knew me. How are you doing? The bartender asked me with a sympathetic tone. This surprised me because none of the of them should have known about the shit Pieter and I went through that past week. Could have been better. Why? I asked. Well, after Pieter's accident, you just kind of disappeared for a little while. Pieter's accident? What the fuck had happened while I was in my apartment?

My expression made the situation pretty clear. Oh, shit, man. I thought you knew. Then he filled me in. Pieter had packed his bags and rented some run-down car with the intention of skipping town. He had taken off in a heavily intoxicated state and had hit a tree at 120 kilometers an hour. The car was totaled and Pieter had died on the spot. After a few minutes of silence, I remember standing up and just walking out of there. I walked around aimlessly for hours,

trying to make sense of what had happened. Eventually I found myself back in my apartment complex. I noticed a piece of paper hanging out of my mailbox so I began tearing up when I read it. My dear friend, I decided to leave this place. I can no longer bear the shadow that looms over us, and I hope you will come visit me someday. You help me through some shitty times, but this time, you can't help me. If you decide to come over, you can find me at, blank, not exactly written like this, but you get the general idea. I cried

for so long, that it seemed like an eternity. I still tear up as I'm typing this. After about a month or so I decided to move out of Russia and get a fresh start. I know I can never escape my past or the nightmares that keep resurfacing, but I can put great distance between them and now. I still miss that crazy bastard every day. I will never forget what an amazing friend he was. I now live safely in the heart of a big city, far away from any forest. I sometimes go on drives through some of the more scenic ruins, but it still feels so fake. European forests don't have the same raw feeling as the Russian forests. I sometimes my old home. I just wish there was an abundance of terrifying animals roaming in the woods.

I haven't experienced anything unnatural since I moved, and I have finally learned to sleep properly at night. I regularly speak to a psychiatrist about some of my experiences and feel more and control of my fears now. Well, that's my story. Believe it, if you will. Either way, it is very real to me. And next time you get the chance, please raise a glass to pee it there. honor his memory, and the man he was. Thanks to all of you for reading, I'm going to take some time to mentally recover from retelling that last one.

It still hits hard. Have a good day, and stay the fuck away from deer. And wow, those stories reached my expectations. This, I don't think I'll ever probably come across stories that kind of match my niche hyper kind of obsession, like this did. I've just always been super interested with Siberia, remote Siberia,

and also I just love kind of the search and rescue or the Park Ranger stories and this filled both of those hyper niche interests that I have. And these stories were so good. So real, so weird, paranormal, realistic though, um, sad, emotional.

It just hit, it was just really hit hard. And towards the end, yeah, rest in peace pieter um depressing story but at least uh anon the poster op got out alive and he's safe now and uh hopefully he continues to have a good life and get away from his dark past but i'm glad he shared those stories but yeah those were dark and uh scary and creepy as the title says but this is definitely the best and my favorite personal four-chand story video i've ever made and the favorite stories I've ever read, I think. This video was amazing,

and I really hope you enjoyed this as well. Yeah, I love these. And comment down, well, if you'd like these as well. And if you come across any other ones, kind of like this, please email me in my email. It's in the description or my About page on YouTube. If you find any sort of 4chan or Reddit threads like this,

and it seems real, that'd be awesome, because I love stories like this so much. And, yeah, enough Yap. and thank you so much for watching like and subscribe i appreciate you all this was snook and i'll see you next time bye