Snook - Cursed 4Chan Stories

Episode Date: June 30, 2025

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Events of the past week. Colorado. Front Range of the Rockies. Be me. Be at a graduation party with bros and girlfriend. Girlfriend is main character of this story. Circa 11 p.m. outside of friend's house, which is the middle of a heavily wooded area. Hanging out with the bros, talk gets rowdy and S-word. Girlfriend leaves in mild disgust. Boys will be boys type reaction. A couple minutes later, the guys leave, and I head back into the house to find girlfriend.

No girlfriend. I go to the porch and call out for her. the woods. Silence. A couple of moments later, I hear her blood-curdling scream, and she comes running out of the darkness. Ain on, I saw a little candlelight in the woods, and I followed it to see what it was, and I think I saw Bear. Me. Uh, you should never follow strange lights into the woods. You never know where they might lead. Her, but the lights were so pretty. I wanted to know what they were. Yeah, uh, don't. Next day, nightfall. We're in our respective, homes, approximately 50 miles away. We're texting. She says, I see a floating light again. Wait, now there's more than one. Me. Just don't leave your house, okay? Running through my head are stories

of Willow the Whips and corpse candles and the paranormal equivalent of an angler fish. Her, but they're so lovely. I really want to know what they are. Me, please don't follow them. It's not a good idea to go out in the woods alone at night. Don't worry. I'm just, just on my back porch watching them. I'm like, okay, just stay safe. Leave for a bit to play them dank video games. Get a text an hour later saying basically, now that you're sleeping, can't worry about me. I'm going to investigate those lights. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Bitch what? To be continued, photos she took of the lights outside of her house. I start texting her asking, what's going on, asking her to go back inside, telling her to be safe, etc. She texted me

back, shitting herself, utterly scared out of her mind. Anon, I chased the lights into the woods and out into the darkness. I saw a huge thing that was too big to be a person but was walking on its hind legs. Me, actively questioning, what kind of woman I'm dating, why did you go out there? That was really dangerous and whatever you saw could be life-threatening. She's mortified and profusely apologizing for being so stupid. Literally the next night, and coincidentally, tonight, we're talking on the phone after I get off work and I'm trying to get her to promise me that she won't go chasing those lights again.

For some reason, she becomes stubborn and won't promise that she'll stay inside that night. She's home alone, house on the edge of the woods, there's no moon, and it's snowing. She still won't fucking promise to stay inside. We get into a fight, she gets upset, drinks a margarita. She's a lightweight, so she gets tipsy immediately. Still won't promise to stay inside. We're still arguing when suddenly she goes quiet. whispering. Hey, no, that thing is outside my house right now. I can see its silhouette and I can hear

it walking. Suppressed, I told you so. She starts losing her shit and freaking out and I'm trying to do in a very least keep her calm. She's literally watching something pacing outside her window. Then she sees the lights again. She decides to stop looking out the window. She stays huddled and still in her living room until enough time passes after she sees this unknown entity. She moves to her bedroom and falls asleep. I'm left awake researching and green texting and somewhat bothered by the whole ordeal. What could this be? There are hundreds of stories of orbs in the woods.

But the details in the way she described the lights aligns most closely with old Welsh and English stories of corpse candles. Without telling her my suspicions, I asked her details about their situation, my findings. Girlfriend's strange lights. Small, mobile, orange, blue, and white, leading into the woods in the direction of a cemetery. Corpse candles. Small, mobile, orange, blue, and white float around the dwelling of someone who's dying. Float back and forth from their house to their future grave. Now, I'm beginning to become concerned.

This may possibly explain the lights, but what about the humanoid entity outside of her house? Tomorrow night, I'm going to spend the evening with her. We'll post updates if anything happens. Advice, please, X? Details I forgot. Her neighbor's dogs were freaking out last night. In the fresh snow this morning, she found footprints circling her house and back porch coming from the woods.

Tonight during the I Can See It Outside phase, her cats were very agitated and disturbed, hackles raised, and whatnot. Investigate that shit. Get a gun. If you can't get a gun, get the sharpest and lest. longest knife you have. Also, instead of going to her house, ask her to come to yours to be safer. If you see the humanoid entity, fight or flight, stay safe, O.P. God damn, dude, your girlfriend's stupid.

Please, please let her know how absolutely moronic and dangerous it is to follow lights into the woods, no matter how pretty they are. It very likely was Willow Wisp's. They love to lead people to their death. I'm literally angry for you, O.P. Also, Everything that happens now is 100% her fault. She's a stupid bitch for not hating your warnings, and I want you to let her know that this, even if it causes you to get into a fight over it. Also, surprise she didn't get fucking wrecked the first time she followed the lights,

let alone three goddamn times. Update. O.P. is not kill. Yes, girlfriend is stupid. Last night was uneventful. I'm visiting tonight to hang out and see what there is to see. O.P. is an armed K-F word. Don't worry.

What are you talking about? with as far as weaponry. Shotgun, a rifle, I trust. Also, good luck, friend. O.P.'s Rifle. Remington 870 Tactical. Here's hoping you don't actually need it in this situation. The, that's a big gun. To be fair to people calling her stupid, if it's a corpse candle, she's probably dying regardless of this whole incident. They appear to people who are dying, not people they are killing. They appear inviting because they lead you to the eternal peace that will envelopy soon. It's a mental phenomenon beyond control. It's possible she has cancer or some other terminal illness that has gone unnoticed. I feel incredibly sorry for her. Though the tall creature may

indicate something other than a terminal illness. It may be a terminal condition of a more paranormal variety. It's possible that the tall figure and the corpse candles are actually too irrelevant, though interrelated incidents. This tall figure is stalking her. Perhaps it kills slowly, but is practically guaranteed. Thus, the corpse candles appear to her. If that's not the explanation, I have no idea how the fuck the two things relate. I suggest you expand your search beyond the lights and do more research on whatever this figure is. That is the real problem here. You can consider the corpse candles more of a warning than anything else. Assuming O.P. is not already kill. She's home alone. House on the edge of the woods. There's no moon and it's snowing. Aw, and that's why you're wrong,

O.P. It's known in the front range yesterday and the day before, but it didn't today. Thread is a day old. Never mind, I'm literally R-worded. Denver resident here. I'd love to investigate if you're willing to give more details on the location and such. R-word here. Yeah, bring us along. The fact that this actually lines up perfectly makes this even better. Either O.P. is serious, which still doesn't prove spooops, but proves that the girlfriend is having some manner of problem, or he's at least doing research slash making sure this story is believable. So thank you for posting this either way. I really look forward to hearing more from this now.

Again, assuming something horrible didn't happen. Evening all, O.P. here. It's been a very eventful night. Chapter 5-ish. It's definitely not corpse candles slash girlfriend might not be quite as stupid as we've thought. Earlier this evening, I'm at her house. It's getting late and we're chilling slash snuggling. And then as I'm half asleep, she gets up and goes downstairs.

I grogly get up and follow a few minutes later to see why she left. When I walk in, she has the aura of guilty slash hiding something. I try to get her to talk, but she's incessant that I'm fine and it's nothing. Not really abnormal, as anyone with the girlfriend knows. She tells me to go back upstairs and go to sleep. I'm like whatever, and I go up and lay back down. Less than a minute later, I bolt upright because I hear the ding from the security system indicating that someone has opened a door.

Here the backsliding door slammed shut. Pause for effect. To be continued immediately. Side comment to the dude from Denver. This is the Woodland Park slash Divide slash Rampart Reservoir area. Your ass may have been dry and warm, but it was snowing that night up in the mountains. Continuing, this is when shit got creepy. I rush outside and call out to her with no response.

It's pitch black outside, but I walk back into the backyard with one. my flashlight. She couldn't have gone far. Through the light wind, I can hear dogs barking, normal, and something that sent fucking Class A chills down my spine. As cliche as it sounds, I heard the voice of a child off in the distance saying, help, over and over in the exact same tone every time. Not very urgent, not very loud, almost like a statement rather than an explanation or a cry for aid. Then my girlfriend pops for a while. Then my girlfriend pops, from the other side of the back porch deck and asks if I can hear a howling noise. I face when there's not only a creepy-ass child's voice, but also apparently she's hearing

howls. I get her back inside, and she tells me she saw the lights again. For the next hour, I'm trying to convince her what a stupid idea following those lights is, and she just doesn't get it. She's a smart girl, good in uni, does astronomy and microbiology as hobbies. She has common-sense blind spots, but she's logically sound. Nevertheless, less she cannot seem to wrap her head around why chasing these lights is dangerous. She keeps insisting that I have to find out what the lights are. I have to. I'm fine with investigating, just not running blindly into the night with a bathrobe.

I'm trying to convince her to investigate it in an intelligent manner, but she keeps insisting that the only way to find out what the lights are is to chase after them alone. Apparently the lights disappear when other people are around. Ever since, she acted suspiciously when she went downstairs by herself, acted very strange, not at all like she normally does, to be continued immediately. So for at least an hour, I'm begging her to promise to not chase lights when I leave. She just refuses, she'll barely respond, and eventually she's just staring, and it seems

like she's unable to acknowledge me, like her consciousness has disconnected. She finally concedes to promise. At this point, she's barely talking at all, not normal, and she had that about four to five episodes of her just staring blankly and not blinking for around a minute each. You know when someone is woken suddenly and they jolt and gasp a little? Well, she was doing that out of blank stares, but she wasn't asleep. By now I'm getting more worried and disturbed. We're both religious, so I pray for her. Atheist, I'm aware you consider me a moron. Don't waste the energy to type it. Immediately after the prayer, she starts totally responding again. I'm surprised and I start asking her questions about what had just happened because I'm still confused.

It becomes apparent that she can't remember a single thing from the point when she saw the lights. And at the end of the prayer, she also suddenly has a splitting headache. As it recounts everything, she becomes more and more horrified. She didn't know she had chased the lights outside. She had no memory of any of it. She's feeling all right now, but we're growing concerned that these lights may have an effect on one's mental state. The lights and entity are an anglerfish. and she's the mesmerized minnow.

Also, I'm looking into the Orthodox Catholic Church's concept of demonic obsession, which is when a demon harasses someone rather than possessing them. What do? Summit County Ski Resort bitch reporting, shit, I've been gone for a month and it's still fucking snowing. What kind of mud season is this? Has this been happening in the last couple of years? This is in the Woodland Park slash Divide slash rampart reservoir area.

O.P. is a massive hick. God damn. This sounds familiar. The lights and entity are an anglerfish, and she's the mesmerized minnow. The entity itself might not be a lure. The voice in the darkness sure as fuck was, as are the lights, but. Advice getting some incendiary ammo for your shotgun? Shit from inno woods often does not appreciate fire.

However, if you suspect this thing is not barionic, but demonic slash ethereal nature, your weapons are of little use to it. Beeline, it's straight for your nearest church in that case with girlfriend, and tell the pastor there everything. If you're not RP and O-P, get some flat cedar and burn that the next time you see the lights of the entity. You said you pray, so do that when you light the cedar. I have no idea what it is, but the way you describe the voice makes me think it is a spirit.

They all sound high-pitched like kids, and the colored orbs are what spirits often look like, usually in the colors you mention but red instead of orange. If you have native friends that are active in their traditions, then have a chat with them as well. but the flat cedar should do the trick. As far as I'm aware, demonic obsession is just a path to possession. You have to weaken the psyche before you can take hold of it. If it was just her seeing slash hearing these things,

I'd say it's definitely a demon since they are metaphysical and exists in the mind. But the fact that you heard something too makes me think it's something else. I have no idea what. If it is a demon and it's able to reach to both of you, that probably means it's already in something. It having a physical form is enabling it to reach out to multiple minds, but it sounds as if it's a physical form is weak and likely immobile. Perhaps it's been sealed away in a tree,

and it keeps trying to lure you or your girlfriend to the tree. If you're a courageous psychopath, you could go into the woods and see if you can find any tree with some manner of native signs of ruins on it, or you could just get her out of that house. If it's immobile, getting away from those woods would probably do the trick. Incendiary in a woods. That's never a good idea. An Anon earlier had the idea to bless the shells and gun.

I'd go with that. If it can feel incendiary rounds, it sure as fuck can feel normal rounds. Blessed or otherwise. Are you a goddamn R word? I told you at the beginning of this thread days ago. Can you not read? Will.

Oh, wisp. Ignore, do not follow. Shit, fucking goddamn. I literally don't have a reaction pick strong enough. Also, a more correct definition of what's going on. They're not inherently dangerous, but they have the ability to charm you into following them to something dangerous. Usually a fay portal or some shit,

but apparently they can lure you to Skinwalkers now. I'm not joking when I say, slap some literal sense into your girlfriend. Please. Ever since she started acting suspiciously when she went downstairs by herself, she's acted very strange. Not at all like she normally does.

Skinwalker, Opie is dead. I agree. They want a full course meal instead of a light dinner. Anyways, Opie, if you're still alive, I want you to know that I'm only pissed at you because I want both you and your girlfriend to survive and you're actively disregarding all the warnings we've given you. It's obvious to me now that your girlfriend has an extremely weak will and is put into a trance when she sees the light. I'm going to ask my

friend for some sort of charm you can make that could help her not be so easily controlled. Hold on a few. Holy shit. Holy shit. OP is actually dead guys. I check the news locally and there's a murder investigation going on since yesterday. This is suspicious. Though to be fair, front range of the Rockies is 80% of the state population. Plus, there's murders all of the time. It's been a war zone since they legalized the weed and the reefer madness has taken over. Nah, dude, you don't get it. He said that he was near the Woodland Park area in this post. O.P. has been missing for two days now and there is a death investigation ongoing since yesterday in Gold Camp Road, which is 20 miles from the OP SETI would be as seen in my previous post, which when I checked on Google Maps

is basically some sketchy road in a woods. This isn't a coincidence. Right now, few details are known other than it could be a bike accident. They didn't mention anything about murder. Bump. Re. O. P's dead. We warned him. Dumbass. Thinking he knows better. I second you, A.N. L. M.A.O. told him he should have get a gun. Gold Camp Road. Lovely. Colorado Ain't on here. Gold Camp Road is hella haunted. all sorts of stories about voices and lights, and the old train tunnels and stories of, wait for it, supposed Sataness wandering around at night with torches.

Oh, forgot to mention. One of the other reports. And I think the third tunnel is the voices and laughter of children, which O.P. also mentioned. All of this is around an area called Helen Hunt Falls, which is also stupid haunted, and just down the road from Manitou Springs, which, besides being a sort of vortex area for the new-agers,

is, you guessed it, haunted as all shit, including stories of its own personal town demon, and more weirdly, witchy and unexplained murders, then you can shake a stick at. Welcome to Colorado Springs. Arvada, Spuppy. What's the story, though? Doesn't matter whether Opie did or not. It's telling us there's a recent death up there on Gold Camp, so this threat is now interesting either way.

I'm here in Arvada. I live about 15 minutes away from Flatiron's Mall, and let me tell you, the drive there and back at night is seriously. spoopy, and I have a story of your interest. Pick of one of my chickens, I guess. Bump, Opie, please come back. Also, dump the girl if you're so alive. I'd like to hear the story. I technically live in unincorporated Jefferson County. Like I live on Indiana streets, if you're from around here, you know what I'm talking about. Anyways, me and my brother are coming home from seeing Get Out at Flat Irons, and it's about 12.45 a.m. I'm not super late, but the road is deserted.

We were just listening to 93.3 and talking about guns when like three or four deer jump out in front of my truck, I swerve and luckily missed them. We were a bit dazed and we decided to pull over and switch seats for the rest of the way home. As we were about to do this, my brother sees a human silhouette and slams the door and draws his pistol.

We both are avid K browsers, so we immediately think Skinwalker. I just peel out and go home at like 70 miles an hour. That's it. We didn't want to fuck around with that stuff, so we just went home. I will never drive there alone night. And all this shit is going down a few clicks away from NORAD? Yepers, not even clicks hardly.

It's basically right at the front door of Cheyenne Mountain. If NORAD is not lousy with Ghost 2, I'd be shocked. I'm near Morrison and have been seeing a lot of UFOs lately. I mean, you're more close to an airbase, so it's possibly weird military aircraft they're not familiar with, but weird teleporting lights and a stationary aircraft that then zips around in a square, doesn't seem like a military stuff to me. More Colorado stories, please. As far as what we're seeing, could be she's seen whatever entity causes those lights normally, or was unrelated entity drawn to the lights. If the lights are, or for your girlfriend, then it would explain how it found her house.

Perhaps you should have her spend a few nights that your place ain't on, see if the sightings go away, if she stays away from her home a while. Also, you're basically dating an adult infant dude. Might want to rethink your relationship once she's safe. Who's over the age of eight thinks, I'm going to go chase pretty lights in the dark woods alone. I'm not even from Colorado, and I know that's an R-worded idea. Even if you don't believe in the paranormal,

there's still fucking wild animals and maybe a crazy opportunist out there. By your girlfriend's amaze, dude. She's too stupid to be left alone unarmed. Ever. Crime went down after we got legal. End word. Went full R-word on that one. Fuck.

I live on the roads of Morrison, and that road is spooky as fuck a night. Almost no lights unless you're near one of the stoplights and that big spooky cross in the mountain looking down at you. I'm always petrified I'm going to see something. something when I have to drive there at night. This is also me. I'm a Fing R word and didn't realize the thread was as long as it was before I commented,

so I ended up not reading the thread before posting. I'm a dipshit. Hope O.P. isn't really kill, though. Damn. More Colorado spooby stories, though? Please? First thing they'd ask is O.P.'s name, which we don't know. I'm surprised nobody from here has contacted the local police.

Maybe someone has, but they're too much of a pussy to tell us. Yes, hello, local police. my Tibetan throat-syn throat-singed forum special ghost storyboard said that somebody did something in the approximate 6,000 hectare area. Could you look into it? Damn, this thread's still going strong. Bumperino in hopes that OP comes back one day. Zero death by a demon girlfriend. Real quick. Holy shit. And the guy who archived it said, and the OP was never heard from again. Super interesting story. And yeah, on to the next one. B-15. Live in New Mexico. Fuck this place, man. Hot as fuck. Why not California? Live in a

P-Nice house, outskirts of town, about 30-minute walk into town proper, five minutes in a car. Big-ass backyard, like bigger than the house. And on the other side of the fence is straight-up forest, hardly even 20 minutes away from Gila National Forest. This is like summer, though, June or July, or somewhere in there, so nobody goes into the forest. Brother John, call him Johnny, is in the Marines. He's on shore leave, home for a week or two. So what does he do? Wrangles up a bunch of his military friends about eight and invite me to go camping with him in the forest behind our house. Tells me, I can invite a friend or two of mine, bring my hunting rifle in case they feel like going on a deer hunt or something. Sure why not. Johnny's been away for a long-ass time.

Invite my best friend Sarah to go camping with us. She's like, of course, L-O-L. Now a word on John. He loves scaring the piss out of me. So the entire time, people are arriving at our house. I'm expecting them to pull some sort of shit. Keeping my cell phone in my bra because we aren't that far away from the house and it's not like we won't get any service when we're out in the woods. Everything's fine for about 30 minutes. I'm sitting with Sarah and we're giggling. All of John's Marine buddies are good guys, but really rowdy. They have beer, offer us some. Sarah goes, fuck it. But I've got nothing against beer, so why not? I take one beer and that's it. They may be good guys, but they're guys and I'm not about to get drunk with like eight of them around.

For the most part, everything was normal until I felt something watching me from the woods. I looked around for Johnny because I wanted to ask him if he invited anybody else to go camping with us. He's nowhere to be seen. Worried, but Johnny also has a rifle, so he'll be fine. Take us up spots on the edge of the campsite so we can watch the guys. After about 20 minutes, there are guys running around shirtless, laughing and hooting and hollering and shit, wearing camo fatigues, in hiking boots, and having a good time. and Sarah and I are busy with the eye candy

when I feel something grab my shoulder from behind. Jesus Christ, it's Johnny. You fucking suck up on me. I'm mad, but I'm not about to go back inside or anything. Eventually, the campsite gets moved a little deeper to the forest. We can barely see the fence from where we are. Sun is definitely going down now. And in the dark, the house and the fence fades from view.

Light of campfire. Sure, why not? Dudes are dancing around shirtless, everybody's laughing. Around our house, usually the forest lit up with noises after around Sunday. down. I'm talking like birds and shit. It always got pretty noisy, but tonight it's dead silent. Not a single owl or bird or anything. We don't care. It's a party. Sarah is flirting hardcore with some of the guys, and that's sort of gross to me, but only because I, A, associate them with my brother, and B, they're all 21 and up. Suddenly we hear this. I don't know. A whale,

a moan, sounded like two people at the same time, high-pitched and low-pitched. Off in the forest. Everybody gets quiet. Thank God for Marines. They put their shirts on and put away the beer for a second. Maybe it's a bear. N-word, when you have ever heard a bear like that. At this point, we notice that the forest is silent, just dead fucking silent. Everybody is getting a little nervous now, especially Sarah.

Let's go back to the house. Come on, guys. Really, we should go back to the house. Johnny's buddy Martin basically tells her to woman up and settle down. Sarah gets pissed and clams up. We hear it again. Close to this time. Johnny's got his rifle. I go to get mine. But like a fucking idiot, I left it at home. There are

three people with hunting rifles, including Johnny and one guy with a pistol. Suddenly, everything reeks. I'm talking rotting meat and vomit. It's so bad that one of Johnny's friends gags. Hardcore Marine has been overseas for like three months. He gags from the smell that is coming out of the woods. Form up around us because protect the civilians, I guess. Eight guys with Johnny, Sarah and I in the middle. Now, living in New Mexico, we hear a lot of Spanish horror stories and such, so there are a couple of jokes floating around about La Lorona, the one who cries, which is a pretty popular ghost story. Sarah hates that sort of shit. Shut the fuck up guys right now. Seriously. Martin tells her to cool her tits. It's just a joke. She starts to reply when the campfire goes out.

Mass fucking panic. The guys are shouting jargon to each other and two guys break formation to try and get the fireback going again. Sarah starts screaming and says, somebody just touched my chest. Fire goes back on. The guys get back into formation. Sarah is sobbing covering her boobs with her arms. Johnny has his rifle raised looking around. The guys start to settle down. When Johnny starts screaming at the dude in the back of the group, he's just staying in there. Back to the rest of us as per circle formation or whatever. He isn't moving at all. At first, I have no idea what the issue is. I mean, maybe he drank a little too much or something. I try to calm Johnny down, but he is full man mode and I can't get him to chill.

What the fuck is the matter with you? He's screaming, tango, tango, tango, tango. But the other guys don't know what the fuck he's talking about. Look around to make sure everyone's still there, and I nearly shit myself. There are nine people in the circle. Nope. A second later, the other guys catch on. The two standing on either side of whoever the fuck this is, leap back like it's about explode.

All three rifles and the pistol leveled at this guy's heads. He doesn't even fucking move as eight dudes start shouting for him to get on the ground and put his hands on his head. Here's something rustle in the bushes off to the right. Eight dudes turned with military position to look, and Sarah and I scream because the second they look away, no. Nine, starts to look over his shoulder and then vanishes. Nope out of the circle.

Nope, down the hill towards my house. Nope, straight into the fence because fuck it, I can't see where I'm going. Luckily, I'm a bit stockily built and I've got plenty of muscle from hiking and hunting in the woods, and the fence is old and weak. I go right through my fucking fence. Come myself in three places and get a fat splinter in my elbow. but I'm back in my backyard at least. Johnny, Sarah, and the others come hurtling down the hill after me,

file in through the fence. Tango-sided. In the light of the campfire, we can see it standing in our campsite, looking down at us. Light is sketchy at best, but by this point, especially since it's standing in front of the fire. But from the fence, it looks like its head is jittering back and forth on its neck, like those twitchy fuckers and Jacob's ladder.

Three gunshots. When the muzzle flash dies down, it's gone again. Here the whale slash moat again, and then closer than we ever hear is this freakish gibbering laughter, like hyena-level shit. Shoot it! Now they're wasting ammo out of fear, shooting at shadows in the forest. Sarah has practically shit herself by this time. She's sobbing and screaming and trying to get me all my feet so we can get back inside.

Johnny tells the others to get through the fucking fence already. When we all go back up, it's halfway down the hill, shaking like it's vomiting or something. but there's no sound or anything coming out of its mouth. Get in the fucking house. Through the fence, sprint across the yard, Johnny pulling me along because my arm fucking hurts and I can't do anything. Make it back inside. Lock the back door.

Crowd around it with guns. Martin helps me with my fucked up arm and Johnny grabs my hunting rifle for my room, locking all the doors and windows in the house as he goes. Sit around the door all night. Literally too pissed scared to leave our spots. Parents come home from town at 1215 and we all ship bricks. My mom and dad refused to believe us, even though I'm all bloody. Johnny's gun has clearly been fired, and he shows them the clip.

I'm all clearly spooked as fuck. They got mad at us for A, locking all the doors, and B, leaving it fire in the forest, so they just go right to bed. Anon's mom is right. We've got to put out that fire. Johnny's straight up fucking laughs, like, who's going to be stupid enough to go back out there? Sarah volunteers. Are you shitting me?

Sarah started bitching about having left her purse or something back at the campsite, so eventually Martin, when I'm beginning to think, think at this point is kind of a dickbag, tells the others that it's probably just shadows and shit. Sarah goes with Marvin back to the campsite. Marvin takes the pistol. We sit there for like 10 minutes, get an ancier, pounding on the back door. Jesus Christ, Martin starts screaming for us let them in, calling us F words and N words and the like. Johnny opens the door. Where's Sarah? Doesn't know. Where the fuck is Sarah? Apparently when they got out to the campsite, when Martin put out the campfire, Sarah started giggling like a hyena, and then vanished. He got the fuck out of there.

Johnny started arguing with Martin about leaving a civilian alone in the forest, and I'm just ready to pass out or cry from exhaustion in my arm. Johnny and Martin are fucking screaming at each other. Mom comes in from her bedroom and tells them to shut the fuck up. People are trying to sleep. What's going on? I start crying. Tell her that Sarah's gone. What do you mean gone? Fuck it if I know. Martin fills my mom in and she goes to call the police. Johnny tells her to wait in her room and lock it, and her window and the bathroom door. Martin calls Johnny an idiot and tells them that they should get all the civilians rounded up in the same place. Johnny starts to respond when there's a thump on the back door.

Knocking, but it's horribly wrong. No rhythm or anything. Sounded like thump-thump-thump-thump. Thumb-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Rasp-thump-thump. Rasp voice, like completely inhuman, says tango. from the other side of the door. Sounded like tango. Wershah fucks ye. Martin shoots through the door,

loud fucking scream. Then the sound of someone hauling ass across the room. Where's Sarah? Devolves into this guttural, atrocious snarling. Then quiet. After three or four minutes of this, I swear to God,

it felt like an eternity. We hear snuffling outside the door. Smell is back. We are whimpering, then giggles from just outside the door. near the bottom, whimpering like a dog or an animal. Then, very, very softly from the bottom of the door. Sarah.

E. M. Sarah. Everything in my body goes fucking cold. My stomach does a flip, and the guys are too freaked out to even shoot for a second. Johnny puts a rifle around through the door, but by the time he shoots the thing must have moved because seconds later, we hear the hyena laughter up on the hill again. Watch the back door until the police show up. Someone is in the forest fucking with us.

They investigate, come back in half an hour and say that their dogs are going apes shit, but they can't find anything. Have we been doing drugs, et cetera? Alcohol, but that's it. Police leave and we don't hear the thing again. Nobody felt safe going home that night. My bedroom had a window looking out into the backyard, so everybody slept in the living room. The next day, we all got our shit from the campsite,

and I went to Sarah's house to tell her parents that Sarah had gone missing in the forest. Sarah lived down the street from us and their backyard didn't lead into the forest like ours did, but it was really close. Sarah's mom answers the door. Explain. What are you talking about? I heard Sarah come in early this morning. Nope, out of there. We moved about three weeks later to California. Before anybody asked, no, I didn't go to see Sarah at all after that. She didn't show up to school, and I refused to even go outside alone without my rifle. So I was sort of a shut in. When I was 20, I was out of a job and didn't have any university or plans on going to university. I was basically lost in limbo without knowing where to turn next. I was living at home and spent hours on the internet staying up all night and sleeping all day.

I was always a bit of an introvert that preferred the company of me, myself and I. Staying up through the night and disregarding the day was a way out of the norm in avoiding people altogether. Then I got the classic talk for my dad that all kids get when they're useless sitting at home doing nothing. I was tired of hearing it, so I decided I needed to move out to my continue, my lazy anti-social behavior. I have family way up north in the sticks. There is nothing around except a couple sawmills and a couple nickel mines. My grandfather has a piece of property that is over 350 acres of unexplored bush. It was hardly farmable. Just a giant section of woods, streams, ponds, and rocks.

My grandfather has a timeshare in Florida, so he was gone for the rest of the year. I called him and asked if I could go up to there to live. In exchange, I would do lumberjacking for wood to sell and use. I remember his comments exactly. Yeah, I don't give a shit. You're wasting your time up there. No work, no school, no people, no internet. But if that's what you want, go ahead and knock yourself out.

Just don't burn down my fucking house. My bags were already packed. I knew he wouldn't mind. I told my dad what I was doing. He was pretty much speechless and had a look of concern. He then told me I was wasting my life and should go to school. I told him it was what I wanted and needed to do. We parted ways. I got into my 93 Civic Hatch that had a shot suspension and bald tires and took a 14-hour car ride to no man's land. I was happier than a pig and shit. I made myself good and comfy when I got to the house. It was given to my grandfather by an Irishman

that had passed on. He built the house. He built the house. house with his family in the mid-1800s as a kid had been there ever since. Have you ever seen the Amity Horror? It looked just like that house, but much, much smaller. The stove was an old black cast iron beast, the kind you only see in movies or on an old historic village tour. It had a large barn full of tools and an old JD tractor, a smokehouse from meats, a large vezi garden, an outhouse and a chicken coop that wasn't in use anymore.

After unpacking and relaxing, the distance, in fact, I was a little. alone began to sit in. There wasn't a TV, internet, or video game in sight. Luckily, my grandfather had two snowmobiles, a four-wheeler, a gator, and a dirt bike, and lots of hunting rifles and shotguns to boot. I figured most of my time would be spent outdoors, which was okay, but I was a bit nervous. The next day I drove into town, if you could even call it that, I stocked up on canned goods and cupboard food that would survive a nuclear holocaust. I came back and got to lumberjacking. It was slow at first to remember everything my grab had shown me as a kid, eight to 12 years old. But after four or five hours, I had it down pat. I'd take the tractor, chains and hooks, a jerry can and chainsaw out

of the bush. I'd find a cedar or a spruce tree, cut it down. Chain it up to the tractor and drag it off to the main trail, right a normal flatbed trailer waiting. I'd then cut it up into two or three foot sections and stack it. Once the trailer was full, I tow it to the barn, where in the back was a large hydraulic wood splitter. I'd split it into four to six sections, depending on the diameter of the piece. Once I cut it all, I stacked it all. This was the routine. It was long and hard work, but it gave me purpose and it gave me joy. I thought of myself as a pioneer. I was in the great outdoors, alone, taking down trees and supplying villagers with something they needed to survive. I felt proud of myself and made cash doing it. While I wasn't getting rich, I had enough

for all of the amenities that were needed to survive in such a place. I kept this routine for months, and locals began coming for me to wood because it was so cheap, and I was a youngster looking after my grandfather's home, who was well thought of in the town. Then winter came, and everything went to shit. Winter on the farm was one of the most depressing times of my life. Not being able to do much, work, and have no interesting human contact or internet really brought me down. I reflected on my life and the fact I had no friends anymore because I'd abandoned them with no warning. Why I did this, I do not know. But I had some type of mental feeling that

I had to leave everyone behind and never speak to them again. I began having Sward thoughts. The more I thought about offing myself, the more I accepted it as being an okay thing to do. I wasn't religious, so I didn't have the thought of going straight to hell. I viewed it more as, if a goldfish were to die, where do you think it would go? I think it doesn't go anywhere. It is just dead, blackness, no more thoughts. Like turning it off a car for good. I thought about how my family would miss me and how it hurt them, but I was so depressed, unhappy and discomforted by my progress in life and the fact I had no one.

After a few weeks of negative 30 degrees Celsius weather in brutal snow, I decided to go on a snowmobile, load up on my snow shoes, take my rifle, and go deep into the bush to end my mental suffering. I'd given up on everything. I jumped on the sled at 8 a.m. The sun was brighter than ever. You couldn't look anywhere without squinting your eyes like an Eskimo. The sun reflected off the snowy landscape as if it were mere.

With a full tank and a Jerry Canna's backup, I would go a long ways away. I let the skid do idle and get warmed up. I was thinking to myself that I may actually go through this. I kept going over what ifs, but in butts in my head, as if I were trying to talk myself out of it. I said, fuck it, out loud and jumped on the skidoo and let it rip. I took the tractor trailer as far as it would go into the bush. It ends after a solid 45-minute drive, then turns to two-wheeler and gator trails. I took a trail deeper and deeper.

After a solid two and a half hours of riding the trail stopped and did a U-turn, it was the end of the track. I then grabbed my rifle and put on my snowshoes. I quickly realized something. I hadn't written a note for anyone to find my body or even know what I had done. I knew that if my parents had no idea what had happened to me, it would wonder for the rest of their lives and would tear them apart. I yelled out fucking threw my rifle. I paced towards my sled and repeated what I said.

I started to turn and remember I literally just threw my rifle. Shit. Get off the sled and walk towards rifle. I bent down and grab it and stand up, then froze stiff. I burst of adrenaline was injected throughout my entire body and turned my cold frame into a steel oven. There was a black figure in the distance hiding behind a tree watching me. It wasn't an animal.

It looked like the shape of a man, but it wasn't a man. I ran as on my sled and hit the throttle. I ripped back home and didn't look back. To get back home, it only took me maybe two and a half hours. I rode hard. I got inside that house, put coffee on and ate fried bologna with beans and toast. As I pigged out, I kept that thing's image in my head, and I was wondering what it was. How did it get there?

For how long has it been there? Does it know I am here? How could it survive? Is it coming for me? Can it follow my snowmobile tracks? Does my grandpa know? I then decided to call my grandfather in Florida. He didn't answer his phone.

He was probably chilling on the beach, drinking beers. I thought, fuck. I called my dad just to calm my nerves. He could sense something was off with me and asked me what was up. I told him I was out hunting and I seen something. I described what I seen and he went silent over the phone. He took a breath and said, son.

When I was a kid living on the farm, me and a girl went back there to the lake for a swim. We got there on our bicycles in August. I had my rifle with me because of all the bears that passed through the land. After me and the girl were swimming around and laughing into our thing, she screamed and pointed across. I looked across the pond and there stood what looked like a burned-up human being. He was charred up, had a bit of head hair. Eyes as bright and blue as I had ever seen.

Its arms were so long, its hands nearly came to, his knees. It screeched at us with the most insane volume I had ever heard and birds flew out of the trees. I ran out of the pond, grabbed my rifle and shot at it. It ran into the trees and me and my girl, jumped on our bikes and gave it a shit all the way home. That was the first and final time I had ever seen that thing. I actually hadn't thought of it in years and years until you told me that. You need to be really fucking careful, son. In fact, why don't you just come home? It's born up there anyways. I told him I was staying and enjoyed it here. I was lying now. More. Do you want it? I got off the phone with him feeling no better. The only difference was that I could think clearer. I thought if this

thing is coming for me, it's going to take it a while by foot. I got time. I got the guns and put a loaded one in every room. Some had slugs, some had shells. I also had a hatchet that I had sharpened to a very fine thickness with a stone grinder in the barn. If I swung at your wrist, I'd, I'd have sluged, with one swift motion, it would probably take your hand right off, or at least leave it hanging by a thread. As nightfall drew closer, I made one final meal and killed all the lights and left all the blinds open for good visibility and to make it hard for whatever is out there to see me inside. I went upstairs, which was two bedrooms that had large windows and one walkout balcony. I thought this would be an excellent spot to watch and snipe. As I settled in to see if this thing would

come, I began thinking about what I was going to do earlier. I still was depressed, but because I was active and keeping my mind onto something, I didn't feel like offing myself anymore. Maybe that was it, I thought, keeping active, busy, and productive, with a bit of excitement thrown in, keeps your mind off shit. It doesn't really matter anyways. Just as I was having a bit of a personal milestone, I heard heavy footsteps in the snow. I looked out the window and before my eyes stood, that thing I I had seen earlier, but now in full view. I got a strong feeling of nervousness in my abdomen, tightened and barked at me as if it were about to shit myself at any moment from sheer fear. It was just as my dad described to me, piercing blue eyes, almost glowing. The moonlight reflected

off of them like the cover of the dark side of the moon. It had the color and appearance of the grit in the bottom of your barbecue if you don't clean it much. I ran out on the porch to get a shot off. It darted off around the house before I could even lift my weapon. Fuck. Ran inside again. Ran to the other window. I could see it again, just standing there like an idiot watching me. I turned the crank and the window opened up.

I said, Who are you? It didn't respond. It just stared at me. I repeat, tell me who you are or I'm going to shoot you. Then it said its name. It said in a low, drawn out harsh, horse voice. Jerdok, my name. I said, what do you want with me?

I'm out of my own business. What are you doing here? please leave me it then walked closer to the house and looked up at me my nose was filled with the most pungent odor ever it then said if you won't i will in that same exact voice that can almost not be described unless it was mimicked with some type of computer sound program i said do what it said kay yourself you failed my heart froze i decided not to do it it then stretched his arms out to the wall of the house and began scaling it like it was fucking Spider-Man. I yelled and panicked from sheer shock and fumbled my rifle. It fell right out of my fucking window and by that time it was feet away from the window.

It reached his god-awful hand into the window and cut my arm with its fingernail. I grabbed my hatchet and buried it into its forearm and made a sound a bear makes when you shoot it. It fell to the ground on its side and I ran for the spare gun in the room. I came back to the window and it was running for the barn. I took a shot but it didn't do much. This gun had a shit. This gun had a shell and it wasn't ideal for the range I fired at. I pushed my dresser to the hall and push it down the stairs. I then pushed the bed to the hall and pushed it down the stairs. I then pushed a few end tables to the staircase. I essentially clogged it up so it couldn't get up there from the main floor. I know it can climb now, but I prefer to only have to cover two sides than multiple sides.

I locked the door and just kept my eyes and ears open. I didn't see it again. Daybreak came quick. I could see its blood droplets in the snow. I climbed. over and pulled shit out of the stairs and investigated. It was nowhere to be found. I grabbed my rifle and followed the droplets. It went down the tractor hall. I walked for 10 minutes following this trail. I could see it go off even further, and its foot tracks as well. I decided it wasn't worth it to go ahead and hunt it. It probably went as deep as if not deeper the first time I had seen it. I decided it was time to leave this place for good. I went inside, grabbed my clothes, got into my car, and started driving off. I never told my dad or my grandpa. I still have nightmares of this thing and I wonder how it

knew what I was thinking or going to do. I've been trying to research other sightings and descriptions of it, but can find nothing, unfortunately. I don't want to say it is a demon because I really don't know or believe in that religious crap. I don't know what it is. No idea. All I know is for the last eight years since this has happened, I've had a slew of health problems and bad luck. I've night terrors of Jurdoch, almost 95% of my sleeps, I have to take medications just to fall asleep. I think it may have been the nail that cut me when it reached into the window. I often wonder if it is still up there. I know that isn't a worthy ending to the story, but it is what can I say? Awesome story, O.P. It's neat that it could talk and had a name. How tall was it? Did it just look

like a charred human or did it have any strange animal-like features? Also, I'm not sure about the health problems, but I'm sure that the dreams will stop. However, in order for the dreams to stop, you must confront the beast and end it. Once and for all. Game of Thrones. Tourist here, fucking awesome story O.P. I am genuinely spooked. Spoiler, but it's not true, right? I think it may have been about six three or so, quite tall. It had a very long face, a large overbite. It looked human, but not human, almost like it was missing some chromosome or something. Maybe one day when I get a death wish, I'll head back up and go for it. My grandpa passed away four years ago.

The property was sold to clear cutters by my dad and my sisters. As far as I know, the house was knocked down, and they put up a small office and living quarters for the lumberjacks who clear cut there. This is near Chapeleu, Ontario off the beaten path. That's a little unfortunate. Maybe you could pose as a reporter and call the clear cutter barracks or visit them and ask if anyone has seen anything. Arm yourself and hunt the motherfucker down. If I wasn't so far north in Quebec, I would probably go. I actually dissed that maybe three years ago.

The workers had already been there for a year. I actually said that I was a fisheries and wildlife technician for the region and that I had heard of a sighting of a creature, described as the one I encountered. They said they hadn't seen anything of the short. You got to remember, though, my grandfather's land had boundaries. But past those boundaries, the bush simply continues on crow land for miles upon miles. It's basically a frontier. I somehow doubt it is dead because my dad has seen it.

I had seen it in over 25 years when he's seen it. I know my thoughts. There's something about it that isn't natural. Also, I hammered it in the forearm with the axe. I know for a fact I broke its forearm bones because I heard them break. I also know the axe went all the way through his arms because the flat back of the axe was buried into the arm. If it's like you and me, that kind of wound in the negative 25 degrees Celsius weather,

it's highly possible it did die. but I don't know, man. I think about it a lot. I sometimes wish, like you guys have said, that I continued on and tracked it, but I was spooked. It was cold, and I was shook to my core. Yes, man, it did happen, bro. Bro to bro, never knew you could feel that kind of fear and worry up to that point.

As I said before, I need antidepressants, sleep meds, and now I have a valve of my heart. I'm only 28. I have no history of family health issues. I was an athlete growing up. I was an outdoorsman. It all went downhill when I left. I never told my dad or my grandfather.

I thought my dad or my grandfather would go hunting for it. And I really didn't want them to get hurt or worse. And all right, guys, that wraps up some cursed 4chan stories. My favorite story was definitely the last one. I really like that one. It was creepy, unique. And what do you think the OP saw? Or the Aon saw?

Super scary. super interesting and uh like the video title cursed i really wonder if these people were cursed with something hopefully not and uh comment down below what your favorite story was i appreciate you guys watching you all are the best please like and subscribe thank you and this is snook and i'll see you next time bye