Snook - Disturbing 4Chan Horror Stories

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4chan stories video. And today we're getting into some disturbing 4chan horror stories. These are some great stories today. You'll want to stick around, grab a snack, grab a drink, get hydrated, find a nice place to sit back and relax and get ready to listen to some 4chan horror stories. These stories are great. And yeah, like I said, you'll want to stick around. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel.

It helps more than you know. And without further ado, let's get into some disturbing 4chan horror stories. Years ago, I was a student using the GI Bill. I was older. Got a very nice work study as a security guard with the university. Most of the guards were older guys trying to get into the campus police force. Was told I would get in an odd assignment because of my military background. The botany slash biology department greenhouse is complex. Meh. Okay. Was told to read the post instructions carefully and obey them. The complex was outside radio range before cell phones. and only one phone in the complex would work at night. The gates of the complex were opened by remote. If the gates were open, I was to leave and call the police from a truck stop miles away. If I saw anyone on the grounds as I drove in, I was to leave and call the police from the truck stop. All doors were to be shut and locked.

I was to drive the car up to a side door where I could see the alarm panel. If and only if the panel confirmed all doors were shut and locked, could I go in? Otherwise, leave and call the police. If the panel was all green, I was to park the patrol car, so it blocked the side entrance. It was recessed. Lock the other car door. Get out. Unlock the side door.

Lock and close the car door I had left. Enter and reset the alarm. If I saw anyone at any time, I was to leave immediately and get to the car and call the cops from the truck stop. I thought the instructions were weird, but whatever. The rest of the instructions said I was to leave. call the office. Every even hour from the one phone, pretty common. Since they did all sorts of experiments if a greenhouse had a sign on it, I was to not enter it, I was to not leave the building except to flee or at the end of my shift, no one except the police or guards I personally knew

or from the group could be let in. I cover this place on a 10-hour shift from 10 p.m. until 8 a.m. Friday through Sunday nights. The place is big and sprawling with dozens of greenhouses connected by doors or almost tunnels in a sort of maze. Only the roofs are clear glass. Besides, are this odd translucent plastic stuff

you can almost see through? Also has a research office slash lab building that is fucking freaky as hell. All sorts of machines humming and clicking and all the east-west quarters have mirrors at the end so as I walk around, I keep catching. movement out of the corner of my eye. Luckily, I just have to check the labs at the very

beginning and end to make sure the rooms are locked and lock them if they are not. Rest of the time, I'm just supposed to wander around the greenhouses and make sure there are no fires or leaks. In the middle of the greenhouses is a big geocetic dome, heated greenhouse. It is amazing. That is trees, grass, flowers, a little waterfall and pond water feature. There are a few birds that got inside there, a couple of frogs, and even crickets. By the third week, I'm in a habit of eating my lunch sitting by the little pond. I remember very clearly. The third weekend, it started snowing, hard.

And I sat in the dome eating a chicken salad sandwich, watching the snow as I listened to crickets. I had no idea why the instructions were so grim slash extreme. The next weekend, though, something happened. I finished my shift, got my stuff together, and set the alarm. so I had two minutes to leave. I left, shut the locked door, unlocked the car, got in, etc., just like the instructions and started to leave. As I backed up, I saw tracks in the snow. It was still pretty dark and the lights from the exterior weren't the best, but it looked like footprints in the snow, like someone had walked around the outside of the car, trying to get

past it to the door. I looked around but didn't see anyone. The tracks looked like they came from the edge of the fence, straight to the car, back and forth 10 or 12 times, then off to circle the greenhouses. The light was bad, but the footsteps looked like they were of bare feet. That's creepy as hell. I got the hell out of there. By the time I got to the truck stop, though, I'd calmed down and figured I hadn't actually seen anyone. And with the gate closed, etc., it might have just been my supervisor checking to see if I was doing my job right. I didn't want to hassle the cops. Um, just a quick snook note, why would your supervisor be walking around barefoot in the snow? That is some creepy stuff.

And, I mean, that's worth the cops checking it out. But anyways, on to the story. But when I got to the office, I told my supervisor and the manager what I had seen and explained why I didn't call. They were real still, asked if I was okay, and told me that if it happened again, I was to call the cops. A couple days later, my supervisor calls me on a day off and asks me to grab a beer with him. Workplace bonding. Sure. Meet him that evening.

Have a few beers. He is obviously here for serious business. I'm worried I am being downsized or something. Finally, he starts to tell me the story about botany, what he called the location. About 12 years before the uni stopped letting people work in the building after dark, insurance reasons, they said. The rumor was people kept seeing and hearing odd things a night. After a huge leak, the uni put security in the building full time about eight years before, then six years before a guard vanished.

Now, guys who work in security quit by not showing up all the time, and sometimes they quit by just leaving work. But they don't leave behind the car that got them there, and there's stuff in the building usually. The new guy talked about hearing noises outside and tapping on windows and footprints in the, snow. Then he quit because he wouldn't go back. Then two years later, another guard vanished, left behind the patrol car, his keys, and a wife. The uni didn't want to spend the money for two

guards, and it was so far away that the supervisors could have visited all the time, so they came up with strict rules. The new guards would last a month or two, then the tapping and noises and stuff would scare them off. Then two years before I started, a guard died. He was found outside one of the emergency exits, seemingly beaten to death. The figure he was new, heard the noises, and went to check it out. Since then, they had rotated guys through a few weeks at a time, but everyone who knew the story thought botany was a punishment assignment, but for two years, no one had seen or heard odd things.

So when I started, a combat vet, they figured they'd put me out there. Then I saw footprints. He was so serious I didn't have the heart to ask if he was fucking with me. So I called other guys from the office. They all knew the story. All swore was true. Some talked about seeing shadows through the greenhouse walls or hearing tapping at the windows of the lab offices as they walked by. Or finding their stuff moved that they left behind when they patrolled.

So I called the work study office and took a different position. Fast forward five years. I've got my degree. Having lunch went, boom, my old supervisor walks in. He's a cop now with the city, not the uni. I say hi, we catch up a little. After about 10 minutes apologizing for quitting with no notice, he got real still.

Said it was okay. They hired a new guy right away, and they only patrolled botany for about two more months. Then the uni decided to not patrol it anymore. They just installed a bunch of machinery to shut off the water if there was a leak. I said I should have stayed. No, A-Nan.

They installed all that stuff for a reason. We put the new guy out there on Botany. The third weekend, he didn't come back to the office, so we went out there. The alarms were still on. The car was parked where it was supposed to be. Everything looked like it should, but he wasn't there. All we found was his lunch in the dome by the pond. I work at a fast food joint on the outskirts of Columbus,

Ohio. I work at the night shift, so I'm routinely trapped in that place until two in the morning. It's not that bad, though. I get paid extra for working late, and I don't have class until the early afternoon. The downside is that it's spooky as hell. The restaurant is located the corner of a block in a lower-income area. It's a very strange place for a fast food joint, as there really isn't a lot of businesses around besides the gas station across the street, and the block the place is on seems mostly residential. The majority of the houses are one story and in various states of disrepair. There are three ways in and out of the store. There are two doors in the lobby. One gets locked at 8 p.m. for safety reasons, and the other gets locked at 10 p.m. when the lobby closes.

It's common practice for employees to unlock these doors after 10 p.m. to go smoke. They stand just outside the door while smoking, then lock the door as they come back in. Sometimes they forget to lock the door behind them. Sometimes they let people in on accident. Now, whenever people come in after closed, you can always tell by the door chime ringing throughout the place. And whenever that happened, two employees would go out to the lobby and tell whoever was standing there that we were sorry, but the lobby was closed and they'd have to leave.

They've always left. It's never been a problem before. The other night, I was working with John, a tall black guy, and Katie, a short, cute red-headed girl. The shift was going as usual. Now, I'll believe, a little slow due to the falling snow. At around 1 a.m., however, we hear the door chime ring. The sign, a lobby door, has been opened. John and I go to the lobby, prepared to tell whoever was in there, we were sorry, but the lobby was closed, and they'd have to leave. You see, the third way out of the building is a door in the very back of this door that they used to load food and stuff off the supply truck every week.

it only opens from the inside, and an alarm sounds whenever you open it, and it keeps sounding until the coat is entered. We rush to the back to check it out. The door is already closed. It shuts mechanically, but the alarm was still blaring. I entered the code to stop the alarm, and we look around. Nothing is out of the ordinary. But then we realize that John is not in the back with us. The door chimes. Katie and I run back out into the lobby to see John sprinting outside into the darkness and the snow. We don't follow. We are too terrified to go out into the night

with whatever made John go crazy. We lock the door back up, figuring John will call us to let us know, to let him back in. He can't be long. The snow was overwhelming. And he didn't even take his coat. He never called. He never came back.

No one has ever seen him since. His coat is still hanging up in his break room. I just wish I knew what he saw that made him run like that. I want to know if he's okay. But I never want to know how close it was to being me that ran out into the dark. This is kind of long and not incredibly scary, but here's a weird experience I had while working as a camp counselor in Minnesota, not Skinwalker or Native American shit.

Be me, 17. Work at a summer camp in Minnesota. Minnesota. Place is about four hours north of the Twin Cities. Northwoods, lots of lakes, and not a ton of people. Second year is a counselor. It's a sleepaway camp, so you get like a cabin of eight to ten kids for a week with one other counselor helping you. Camp is about 15 minutes down a dirt from the nearest town. My third week into my seven-week stint. Things are going well. Just a few shitty kids I've had to deal with, but nothing special. Co-counsellers have been fine, too, since everyone is pretty close.

It's a YMCA camp, by the way. Braise Jesus. Start a third week and I get my new co for the week. French dude named Pascal. Like 15 to 20 Frenches work at the camp because of some YMCA exchange program. Most of them are pretty normal. Pascal is chill, but English is a little iffy. Start our week with no issues, but campers are ages 10 to 12, which is basically the worst to deal with.

Dick jokes, cursing, preteen rebellion and body odor, etc. Surprisingly, not that bad. They like us, so everything is fine from Sunday when they arrive till Wednesday. On Wednesday, we do our overnight. Basically, where our cabin packs tents and food and goes camping for one night at a campsite of our choosing, that's about one to four miles from the main camp. I've done it many times, so not really an issue, especially with an older age group. Councillors choose the campsite, so I picked this one named Lone Pine.

Never been to it. about 3.7 mile hike from main camp. Run it by Pascal. Him and the campers don't give a fuck. Excited to go out and fish and make fires and shit. We head out right after lunch, continued. Counselors wear these big-ass bags called Duluth packs that have our tents and food. Hike there takes a while, but it's pretty in nice weather. Get to the site. On a small lake. There's so many in this area of Minnesota that if there's no houses on it, probably doesn't have a name. average-sized sight, but super dense trees around it. Like at least twice as dense as most of the forest in this area. Since I'm a dumb fuck, I think this means more firewood instead of being suss.

Set up tents, make fire, pretty average night so far. Catch fish and cook dinner, tell ghost stories to him in the lake, cheesy summer camp shit. Kids get in their tents at about 10. Pascal has a weird watch and we have a walkie-talkie for emergencies, but that's it for electronics. Pascal and I talk till about 12. Girls and France and Minnesota shit. Head to our tent and sleep. At like 2 a.m., we wake up to a distant tornado siren. Sounds like a stereotypical air raid noise.

If you grew up on the planes, you know how eerie this shit is. I lived in southern Minnesota. Tornadoes were pretty common in the summer here. Not up in the north woods, though. In my eight years of going to camp, only heard of a tornado warning once, let alone a full alarm. Also, didn't think we were close enough to the town to hear it. Also, didn't know they even had one.

Either way, Pascal's freaked out because no tornadoes in Paris, pussies. Some kids understand, others don't. We all get our stuff, but leave the tense because I don't want to be out here wasting time if this tornado comes. It's also dark, like way too dark. Everyone grabs clothes and a flashlight, gets single file, and follow the trail out of the site. super ominous with no animal noises whatsoever in these distant sirens and whipping wind being the only thing we hear

kind of hustling one kid trips and falls skins knee realized we forgot the first aid pack I want to keep going but kid turned on bitch mode Pascal says he can run back to get it since we're only five minutes out 15 minutes past Pascal comes running back with the first aid and a terrified look still freaks me out to this day Dude is fucking white as shit and tossing me the pack and starts speedwalking out of there.

Kid barely has time to bandage knee. I'm weirded out, but wind sounds odd too. Like you know when an old tree sways in the wind, that groan but all around us. No moon, no stars, just this groan in that fucking siren. Can't believe I didn't notice anything off in the moment. As we keep walking out, I get the walkie-talkie and radio in that group is coming back to camp. Silence for a minute. Wind gets creepier and some kids say they hear footsteps in the woods. Others think they're joking and say to fuck off. I'm still trying to radio in and Pascal's 15

feet in front of the group. Still not talking. Shit hitting the fan. Eventually my camp director responds. Ain't on? What's going on? Just give me a van to the entrance to lone pine site ASAP. Camp has a van for shit kind of like this. I'm panicking. Director. can hear, so he just goes, okay, it'll be there soon. Should have mentioned the tornado sirens. They get louder, but we are walking in the opposite direction of the town. Those damn sirens. We get to the entrance of the trail. More and more kids mention footsteps. I think I heard them too, but hard to tell with these sirens and wind, still wondering why it's so dark. I spend a lot of time out in the woods out here, but this is different. I radio in and ask where

the van is. Five minutes out. Kids are crying. Pascal is sitting in the road silent, and my radio suddenly goes pure static. I'm freaking the fuck out. Growns of trees continue, and now this one kid said he saw a person running in the woods, I scream at him to shut up. I'm losing it. Van finally comes. We all run inside, screaming, and some kids say people are running around the van.

Driver is my friend. Sees my eyes and knows he has to fucking floor back to camp. We get back, but camp is empty. When there was a tornado drill, everyone goes to the bathrooms underneath the lodge because it's safe. We run there, ignoring the driver. A counselor steps out in a towel, just showered. Whole camp isn't there.

What the fuck? Camp director heard the noises we were making. Runs out of the lodge. Tells me to calm the fuck down. Takes my kids inside. Staff calms them down. Notice is Pascal. Takes him inside too.

A few more counselors came, and then they came to talk to me outside. Tell them about the tornado. There's not tornado, they say. System failure? Ask me what side I was at. Say lone pine. One counts or whistles. Like that damn, you fucked up whistle. Director frowns at me. Tells me I wasn't supposed to go out there. Closed it down for maintenance over the summer. Well, I didn't know that. Tells me, we'll sort it out tomorrow. Get some sleep. We all sleep in the lodge because we're scared. Next morning, some parents come to pick up their kids. Lucky bastards. Paskill isn't okay, though. He still won't talk, only in rapid French to the other Frenchies. They seem spooked. Pascal goes home basically, gets an early flight home, gets driven into the cities that day, and never comes back to camp.

Frenchies won't tell me what he saw. Only, Aumbre. Thought that was Spanish for friend. No help. Anyways, camp director drives me out the site that day to pick up the tents. Tell her what happened. She nods, believes me clearly, but won't elaborate. We stay out of this area now. Sorry, I didn't tell you. Get to the site. Tents are shredded. Looks like they lost a fight to a wolverine. Director doesn't look surprised. Tells me to clean up. Goes to the fire pit and dump some shit in there and mutters a few words. I start to say something. She hushes me and finishes her little monologue. Some language I can't understand, Latin or native, I don't really know. We walk out of there in silence. Footsteps.

towards the site. Opposite direction from us. I start to panic again. Director tells me to relax, get to the van, basically says don't fuck with this place or say anything to anyone. Won't give me any more info, but doubles my pay for the week. That makes it better. Rest of the summer was normal. Never came anywhere near lone pine site ever again. I had an uncle. My dad, his oldest brother. He was already old when I was a kid, and he died before I even finished middle school. I think he was kind of an F-up because he lived with us for a while. Dad mentioned once that he somehow lost his house. Anyway, my uncle used to help my parents put me to bed by reading me scary stories out of this huge book. He claimed that it was his

journal and that the stories were all true. I still remember a few, and I may as well share them because I love these threads and I want to keep it bumped. Just imagine you're nine years old like I was, and you're shitting your pants as your uncle reads these. Uncle worked up north for a few years on a ranch. Seasonal work. Spring through summer, usually. Sometimes years he'd work less, sometimes more, but he was always gone by fall. Every spring he'd return and find that the rancher's house had lots of damage. The two of them would fix it up and then my uncle would stick around and help him around the ranch. One spring, he came back, and the rancher had a broken leg.

Rancher said he fell off the roof fixing it. He notices the house looks especially bad this year. It had a huge wraparound front porch, but it's been practically demolished. Ranger says a tree fell on it. No trees near the house, Keck. Ranger is out of commission due to the broken leg, so Uncle has to repair the porch himself. Time passes and the Ranger heals. One morning, Uncle is helping around the rancher.

while ranger goes off hunting. Everything's fine until Uncle spots the rancher heading out of the woods. He's walking backwards with his shotgun raised aimed at the tree. Uncle immediately thinks, Oh, fuck, must be mountain lion. He runs to his truck where his gun is, grabs the gun, and rushes towards the rancher. As he's rushing over, he notes something bizarre.

Grass is tall in that area, and it seems to be bending like there's a wild breeze, breeze, only there isn't one. Realizes that the grass is bending from the tree line towards the rancher, like someone is walking through it, only nobody's there. For some reason, this spooks my uncle so much that he yells out like a fucking barbarian. This startles the rancher, and he fires off around. Immediately, the grass stands back up like whatever was moving through it is gone. The rancher then immediately runs towards the house and tells my uncle to come inside. Uncle asks, him what the hell that was and the rancher is shaking like a leaf saying it was a mountain lion it was a

mountain lion my uncle's thinking bullshit there would have had to been an invisible mountain lion there wasn't any animal in sight but the rancher looks mega spook so he drops it and the two calm their nerves over some whiskey uncle passes the summer on the ranch he's waiting for the rancher to offer some explanation about what he saw never does before uncle leaves that summer ranger him a bonus and tells him he earned it. Fall and winter pass. Next spring, Uncle returns to the ranch. He shows up and there's a crew doing repairs on the house. Uncle is confused. He knocks on the door and some young guy answers. Even more confused, Uncle explains that he works there every spring and summer and mentions the rancher's name. The nephew tells him he's the rancher's

nephew in that the old man passed away unfortunately. Uncle is sad. What happened? Nephew shakes his head. We don't know, but it looks like a mountain line might have got him. Uncle's blood runs cold. He recalls the weird event from the previous summer. In the house, he asks, the nephew shakes his head again. We don't know. That's it. The way my uncle said that last line always gave me shivers, LOL. Fuck it. I'll share another from my uncle's journal. It'll keep the thread bumped and maybe it'll entertain someone. In this story, Uncle is teenager back home in Alabama. Rural town, very racist, but the polite sort of racist from back in the day. The type who'll call a black man the N-word without meaning nothing by it. Anyway, there's a woman whose family is a little

nuts. Call her Elizabeth. Elizabeth has always been a little nuts herself, but the family's got money, so everyone treats her with respect. One day, her parents die on a trip out west. The family home passes to her sisters and to her. But not long after that, Elizabeth's sister also die. No sign of any illness or anything. They just keel over one day. Everyone suspects the crazy bitch poison her sisters, but since they can't prove anything, they have to let the matter drop. But the rumors spread, gossip turns into folklore. Elizabeth is a witch. She killed her parents using black magic, and then she used it on her sisters too. Local kids, tend to keep away from her house. They say she has the body of her lover tied up in her bed,

and she sleeps with it at night. You see, before she went crazy, Elizabeth had a fiancé. He was just a local boy who came from nothing, but he had a knack for business and started up a factory of some sort. Money coming out of his sleeves, rags to rich his story. But then Elizabeth's mind started to go, like a lot of other women in their family. Then the fiancé suddenly disappeared. Everyone had assumed he just couldn't stand to marry a lunatic, understandably, and high-tailed it out of town. But after the parents died, the fiancé came back. He and Elizabeth were seen riding around together through town. There was talk of them getting married.

This pissed most of the women off. They assumed the fiancé was taking advantage of the poor little crazy girl for her inheritance. But one day, the fiancé disappeared. For a while, people assumed he just decided against marrying Elizabeth after all. But like I said, the rumors turned vicious, and a story cropped up about Elizabeth killing her fiance. They said she tied his corpse up to her bed and slept with it. Others said she put a spell on him to keep him alive, but essentially brains. And the two, quote, retard lovers would canoodle and kiss all night.

Of course, uncle was too smart for, quote, those old bedtime stories. and he used to make fun of his friends for believing in them. So they dared my uncle to go in and sneak into Elizabeth's house. The night he went, it happened to storm earlier in the day, which sometimes caused the cemetery to stink for some reason. So here comes uncle, dead of night, sneaking into Elizabeth's house in the pouring rain, with the smell of death and decay all around him. He managed to sneak in through a basement window.

Then he skulked through the house, sopping wet, and dripping water all. over the place. The smell of death was strong even inside the house, which seemed odd. Soon, my uncle came up to the huge staircase leading upstairs. Of course, his friends had all wanted him to see if the fiance's body was really in her room. That meant uncle would have to climb the stairs to the top floor and sneak down the hall to the crazy bitch's bedroom. He realized he was a little nervous, mainly because he didn't know if Elizabeth was, quote, one of them violent R words. But he wouldn't go back on a dare. he tiptoed up the stairs and down the hall and towards the room, and he realized as he was approaching

it that the smell of death and decay was getting worse. Then he heard a creek behind him and felt a heavy hand grip his shoulder, much too heavy and much too large to be Elizabeth's. Uncle froze, a deep voice behind him said, What's you doing, young man? Uncle turned around and it was an old man. A black guy dressed like a butler. Uncle had not even considered that Elizabeth had someone in the house helping her out. He jumped to escape the old black man's grip, but the man's hand clamped down hard. Uncle struggled and kicked the shit out of the guy and ran down the stairs. Behind him, he could hear the old man muttering. I don't get paid enough to deal with these honky ass motherfuckas. Not just kidding. Actually, the old man tried to chase down these stairs, but you know, he's an old man, L.O.L.

So my uncle escapes and runs all the way home in the pouring rain and the smell of death. He never manages to see whether there's a body in Elizabeth's room or not, but he told his friends all about how he had smelt the stench of decay coming from behind the door. They were all thoroughly impressed. Elizabeth died several years later. By then, uncle had moved away from Alabama. He had just started helping out on that ranch I mentioned earlier, and one fall he comes back home to visit his folks and catch up with some old friends.

Over some beers, he happens to mention the time he snuck into Elizabeth's house. His friends get real quiet. What's wrong, he asks? His friends explained to him in hushed voices that after Elizabeth died, the old Black Butler had phoned her relatives in Louisiana. They came and took care of her funeral arrangements. Then Elizabeth was quickly buried in the house demolished. The following Sunday, the minister,

the only person outside of the family who had been allowed to enter Elizabeth's, room gave a strange sermon. From the sound of it, it seemed to confirm all these strange rumors about Elizabeth, but nobody to this day is sure, and the minister refused to ever talk about it. All right, that's enough out of me. Hopefully when I return tonight, this threat is still up and stinking with OC in decent caps. I have some spooky stories. Here's one. English is not my native language. Be me, Mexican guy. Be part of the Army for at least seven years, patrolling and being stationed at bases most of the time. Really shitty. Trying to apply to a different branch many times. Similar to spec ops or special forces, but

shittier because Mexico. Be accepted and assigned my first mission and new unit. We are tasked to survey an area that was used as lab to cook hardcore drugs up in the mountains. Place was raided and dismantled a few years ago, but as always happens, they seem to be back as it's a good spot. A small unit of five must watch the area and report back if we spot cartel activity. They always cook late at night. However, we must survey the area all night from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. There are two locations that need to be watched during hose hours. A structure previously used to the lab and the main path they used to get there, both built by cartels. Sergeant stays at camp, recording and reporting activity. And the other two surveyed those two areas

from 7 to 7. Next day, the other two rotate and survey. Night 4 through 7, till next patrol comes. Nothing at all, board a.F. My expectations for this unit were too high. Surveying the structure mentioned from a safe distance, about 2 a.m. Radio checks at each hour. Guy surveilling the main path calls in, says he got something. Guy surveilling asked to change radio channel so they can chat privately. A couple minutes pass, and Sergeant says he is standing the other two as backup. I am puzzled and confused, asked why, and if we should expect combat. Sargent says it's protocol. I don't recall that protocol. As far as I know, we should just watch and report. About an hour or so, the other two guys arrive. I continue the surveillance when he randomly

checks the surroundings. The night passes, there is nothing to report. Night five through seven. I'm standing at camp, night 6 through 7. I'm surveying the structure again. Late night around 3 to 4 a.m. Forest goes dead silent. Here are some noises, whispers, tree leaves breaking. I feel something is watching me. I better check it. I'm up in a tree on a platform installed by the previous team. We use a rope ladder to get in and down. We are not supposed to use our flashlight during the night so we don't reveal our position. I'm trying to see what is that making that noise with just my eyes. whispering and movement increases below. Now I can even distinguish some words, something like,

perhaps we should, and some creepy jiggling. I'm shitting my pants at this point. It is not wildlife. I yell, I am military, and have a gun. I have permission to use lethal force, etc. Voices just laugh in a creepy tone. They're just below the tree. Fuck it, I'm using my flashlight.

I need to see what I'm dealing with. I point my flashlight to where the voices should be. and I can see shadows moving really fast away from the light. Keep trying to reach them with the light. Hear a whistle and a hay, coming from the opposite side I am looking at. Point my flashlight. See a creepy man smiling at me. He is as pale as a paper sheet.

He is really tall. His eyes are sunk deep in his sockets. It almost looks like he had no eyes. As I'm pointing to the flashlight from his toes to his head, he just vanishes. Noises stop completely, but the forest is still silent. I'm so scared I can't even move. I managed to use the radio. I am so fucked I can barely speak.

Sergeant notices it immediately and says, We are on our way. They arrive and help me get to the camp. Surveillance is canceled. I'm feeling very exhausted, but no way in hell I am sleeping. No one asked what I saw or what happened. They just tell me to rest and that we will be gone from there soon. I am able to get some sleep at dawn.

Night seven through seven. I'm staying at camp. Surveillance is resumed. like nothing happened last night. Next day, the other team arrives at camp. Sergeant Talk and exchanged information. We leave. Walk for several hours till we reached the pickup destination.

We were transported to main base. The other guys just talked about normal shit, as I'm new, I'm afraid, and hesitant to ask about the incident. Six months later, I get to know two guys from the same unit. They were not part of the same surveillance operation. We were at a bar talking, so I tell them what happened in their opinion. They do not look surprised at all. They basically explain to me that it is common in that kind of operations to see weird shit.

When the army raids their crops, labs, training camps, houses, etc., they often report similar things. According to them, cartels pay huge amounts to shamans or witches alike to protect their lands from the army to keep them away and to know when the army or police is on their asses. I cannot fully believe that, but here it is, often talked among the military. At this point, I've heard many similar stories. Yes, they are a think here and come in many ways. Most of them are just religious sex or cults, but they're also cartel cultists. Though their activity has decreased, I've heard horrific stories.

The closest contact I had with an evil cult was after a raid in a safe house they were using. You're just there watching the place before the forensics arrive. There was a fucked up smell in the whole place. A buddy says, come here to see Anon. A whole room full of human bones, animal remains, and things I couldn't identify. Everything was placed around a big pot. There were fresh human remains. It appeared they were removing the bones from a fresh corpse.

I later found it as a voodoo religious practice called Palo Mambre. It consists of creating an entity through a religious ritual of some sort, and you need to make your spirit stronger each time, so you add human or animal bones of the pot. Pretty fucked up. Are cultists easy to put down, or is it all that hoodoo bowl legit? I don't have many references as far as combat goes, but when it comes to getting caught, they are unbelievably fucking lucky. During a debrief about checkpoints, what to look at, who to stop and check, they were using some examples on how cartels go through these checkpoints several times, despite being on wanted lists, having drugs on them, or sometimes literal human remains. All of those times they were not

stopped. Canines didn't smell anything. Despite all controls, protocols, and shit, they somehow go through the main gate. Have you ever fought using fork or spoon? No, I haven't. Some do use some kind of blessed object or totem, if that is what you mean. Here's another one. I'll try to sum it up as it is long. Be me patrolling near a beach and watching over tourists. Even cartel respect the tourists that buy their drugs, so all is calm and easy. We can even chill for some time. We receive a call. A missing military official with a military vehicle has not reported in. It's not responding and is late. A huge search is deployed where the official went in surrounding area. It is difficult. There are many ways and roads to look. We receive a call. He is found by a local

and was reported to the police. We still struggled to find the exact place. The whole area is like a maze. military official was unconscious over the horn. A taxi driver heard the horn and went to check. The whole scene was suspicious, no shooting, no signs of combat, and the official didn't crash. The vehicle was just there like stations, besides, it more than like two hours for someone to find them. Taxi driver looked somehow off. We suspect official was drugged, poisoned or something like that. We inquire police officers and taxi driver who looks anxious, but nothing comes of it, only that people avoid taking that road. We questioned taxi driver and police on what it took so long for someone to find him as he was just there in the middle of the road. There are many roads like it and are transited.

Taxi driver says no one goes near there ever. The place is cursed or some shit. Police did deny it, just kind of avoided the talk. Military office is taken to base and the whole case is dismissed as a health issue. Days after, it is my day off. Go to downtown to eat some decent food and look around. Continued. I'm in a restaurant.

small talking with the waitress about work and mentioned what happened a couple days ago. She told me the whole story. There in that road, there is a sideway to a water plant, with a pump extracting water from a deep well. According to the legend, someone owned the land and built the plant. Somehow, the owner made a pact with a demon or devil. No one knows what the deal was about, but since then, the water plant has never stopped pumping water. No one knows how the plant operates as there are no power lines connected to it. And the whole place is fenced and closed. No one works there. Yet you can hear a metallic-like sound

all the time. It is supposed to be the water pump working or something pumping water like an old water pump. People started to go missing near the plant, sometimes found dead. She mentioned that whatever is in that plant likes to mess around with people. Many locals and tourists that have gone near the plant or road are attacked and later present a form of physical or mental impairment. Perfectly healthy people, being turned into our words or having their legs or limbs paralyzed. At this point, I'm really interested on the story and want to learn more. Go back at Maine Base and try to get information about the military official in his status. He's being transferred to the Capitol for further medical examination.

He is fine, but has facial paralysis, maybe because of a head injury, and he's being transferred. will need therapy. No way. It is a coincidence. I tell everything to a buddy and agree to check the place. A couple of weeks we move our day off. Go to the road and suppose it water plant during the day. Be in the same road. Everything goes silent. Like off silent. The jungle is always alive full of sounds. It feels really off but decide to continue. Find a side dirt road that goes deep in the jungle. It must be it. We walk it for some meters. everything is still quiet. You're a constant metallic screeching like old machinery.

Oh shit, walk a little more. See a fence and structure. Noises louder now. We just check from the distance. It seems old, no power lines or traces of people being around for a long time. The jungle eats everything within some days. However, the place hasn't been touched by nature either. We're looking around and trying to peek a little.

Metallic sound stops completely. Me and buddy don't say it. anything. Look at each other. A dreadful sensation takes over us. We noped out of there as fast as we could. We didn't see anything, but somehow felt we needed to get out of there for our lives. Go to the main base, basically wasting our day off. Research a little more about the water plant. I find weird stuff. Like a water company owning that plant, it is the only plant they own. The owner should be over 80 years old. Didn't dare to go there again. Another one, in case someone is interested.

2017, huge earthquake hits the country. Several buildings collapsed completely or partially. There are people trapped in some. We were deployed in help and SAR of trapped people. All from the start, the whole population was providing help and tried to rescue people trapped. Although this was seen very positive, it was actually harmful. Trying rescues without the proper knowledge, moving debris up and down, caused some buildings to collapse again or people trapped to be crushed.

second days of SAR operations, and we bring in heavy machinery, as there are tons of debris to be removed, and at some point, it will be used to clean the whole collapsed buildings until all chances of rescuing people have been exhausted. Usually, people distrust the government and think we will use the heavy machinery where people might be trapped and things escalate. Some people try to revolt, and some soldiers are even attacked. Despite trying to explain to them, they're just not fucking listening. We don't let them trespass as they can cause the buildings to collapse again, and noise prevent S-A-R to help people that might still be alive. This people are fucking stupid.

See an old lady in the rescued area near a building partially collapsed. She seems disoriented and confused, sad and worried at the same time. I think as someone whose family is still missing or trapped and get to her. I'm nice to her and tell her she can't be there. She can get hurt or worse. I think she managed to get in when people were arguing and revolting outside the restricted area. I'm walking her out when she starts to weep. The moment I touched her shoulder, to try and comfort her, a sensation of sadness and sorrow took over me.

A couple of tears fall from my eyes. I think the whole situation is very emotional. She didn't say anything. I walked her out of the area. Continued. I asked if there was someone that can take care of her. She just walks out of the crowd. Days later, the body of an old lady is found in the building.

I saw the other lady days ago. She died trying to protect her toddler grandson, but both were crushed. Most of bodies were found similar to those. I see when the body's being taken out in clear of debris. It is the same old lady. Feel like shit for walking her out of the area. A short one. Non-commando related.

Be me. Still live with parents. Arrive home at night. Don't remember where I went, but I was tired. Don't see anyone up. Mom, dad, or sister. Sister is in her 17 to 18. 18 years old, goes out quite often. Too tired to see TV or internet, go to sleep. Around 2 to 3 a.m.,

I'm awoken by my mom. She's crying. She is not just crying. She sounds terrible like she has received bad news. The only time I've heard her like this was when grandpa died. I don't know how to explain it, but something about her tone made me quickly worry. She's not only crying, she's saying, no, no, this can't be. I immediately think of my sister. This is Mexican. This is Mexican. Remember, she could have been kidnapped or worse. There is no other relative alive for which she could react that way. Jump out of bed and go to mom's room. She is asleep.

I asked what happened. She doesn't understand. Go check sister. She is asleep. I turn on the lights. She tells me to fuck off. What the fuck? I swear I heard my mom still while walking down the stairs.

Explain them what I heard. And they tell me it was probably a dream. I guess it was that. but I'm not really sure. Go back to sleep. 15 to 20 minutes later, trying to sleep. Hear a giggle

that soon turns into a loud laugh. Whoever or whatever is laughing sounds big. It also sounds not natural like a mechanic voice, a speaker or something replicating that sound. Here's sister calling me. Go downstairs.

Mom and sister heard it too. Dad is on a trip. Stay up the whole night wondering what the hell was that. We live in an urban area. Neighbors are close by. Next day, we asked our neighbors, but they didn't see or hear anything. And all right, guys, that wraps up some disturbing 4chan horror stories.

I hope you enjoyed today's video because I honestly loved it. I loved every single story in here. I got goosebumps throughout all of them. They were just creepy. I really, like the gas station one where, you know, his friend just ran away and disappeared. That really got me for some reason. Same with the greenhouse one. The greenhouse was by it before my favorite.

that one freaked me out. What a weird place. I wonder who was watching it, who was stalking the security guards or protecting it. Was it some crazy guy in the woods? I mean, we did see bare feet feet. But yeah, just thought that was really scary in the Mexico story as well. Crazy stuff. And I hope you enjoyed this video as well. If you did, please like the video and subscribe to the channel.

And check out some other videos on the channel. I appreciate you watching. You guys are the best. This is Snook, and I'll see you next time. Bye. You know,