Snook - Eerie 4Chan Stories

Episode Date: August 15, 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 eerie 4chan stories. And I'm running low on 4chan stories. I think I've read almost every single horror story on 4chan. So there'll only be a few videos like this left. I still found some good ones. So just enjoy them while I still can make these. But I love these stories and it'll be sad when the series is over.

But hopefully enjoy. And thank you so much for stopping by. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It helps more than you know. and these stories are great. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, hydrate, grab a snack, and yeah, enough yapping. So let's get into some eerie 4-Chance stories. So, gentlemen, I've managed to find a cable for my cheap photo camera, and that means that this is time for some exciting tales. As I already said, my late grandpa served in Middle Asia,

translators note, name for police forces in the Soviet Union, and many Warsaw-packed countries. Union until the very end of the 90s. To be more precise, he was an inspector in the Seoul Militasia station in a small town near Moscow. He was a very tight-lipped, solemn man. But when he asked him about his work, he usually became more talkative. In my opinion, work was the only thing he loved in his life. So, when I was younger, I was interested in paranormal stuff even back then, I spent a lot of evenings in his kitchen, inquiring about the most interesting cases of his career. After my grandfather died, I found a thick notebook that he apparently used as a diary of sorts that he kept in his personal cabinet. In that diary, there was a collection of his most, let's say, curious cases.

I've managed to get this diary from my grandma a few times, and reading it, I was always thinking about my grandpa as of some mathematician. No literature style, no personal opinions, only confirmed cold facts. such as place where corpses were found, a criminologist evaluation, suspects and stuff like that. A few theories and a couple of notes. I think he kept working on these cases in his free time, trying to solve these riddles. Most of his notes correlates with stories he told me when I was a child,

but there were also few that I never talked about. In case you suddenly enjoy some of the stories, I might even pay visit to my grandma and ask her to let me flip through a few pages of that diary, read up on some cases I'm not familiar with, and make a few photos of the form of the form of. scenes of crimes. Later, we can even try to guess what happened there. As I have said, I wanted to write some sort of book about those cases, so I will provide you with some photos that I already

got with some additional notes. But don't expect all my photos to be of the exact crime scenes for obvious reasons. In some cases, I was too checking to enter particular houses, because neighborhoods here, as the town in general, are full of certain criminal elements, and if you enter some shitty hostel full of ex-cons and drug addicts, you might simply never leave. Also, some of the places got intercoms these days. I will also add that there will be no Popobawa's, translators note, Popo Bawa is an evil spirit from Zanzibar. That is also a bit of a meme on Russian X because this name sounds funny in Russian, something like Aschoker. No chlorful descriptions of monsters and stuff like that. Many cases have serious mystical undertones,

but with some imagination, you probably can explain them within a framework of habitual phenomena. But I can promise you a bit of noir, dismemberment, and romantic of piss-stained staircases and apartment complexes. Oh yes, I would also ask you not to get all booty blasted about quality of my photos. I'm no photographer, and instead of proper camera, I got this digital piece of shit. Well, let's start. First case I want to tell you about it happened in 93, and it is particularly interesting because no one managed to explain what happened there. I will add a few photos to this post. First, have to be a few photos. First, an apartment complex where it happened. Second, an exact place where body was found.

Second stairwell, between the third and fourth floors, if you absolutely must know. So around 10 o'clock in the evening, an investigatory operative group in this small town it consisted of just random regular cops, we usually had an investigator, translator's note, Soviet-slash-Russian analog of a detective rank, and an expert's criminologist, was called in on a report about discovery of a corpse, and this is what they saw in that staircase. A human body, leaking a shitload of blood, head separated from torso and lying not far away. Lacerations look as if someone chewed him, according to my grandpa. His clothes that consisted of training pants, sweater, and slippers, torn in a dozen of places,

also some smaller injuries on his naked skin. It was instantly obvious that his corpse was fresh, which was confirmed by criminologist on the scene. Rigger Mortis hasn't set in yet, which indicated that less than two hours passed since the moment of death. This was confirmed later. During the interrogation of victims' inconsolable widow, who lived on the fourth floor and whose door was like three meters from the body, by the way, she was the one who actually found and reported the corpse. The widow was clearly an alcoholic and already had time to get wasted, but nonetheless she did provide some information. Her husband left the flat around 9.30 in the evening to take out some garbage. When 15 minutes passed, she started to worry that he decided to

stop and chat with his drinking buddies, who usually sat near the entrance of the apartment complex, drinking. Windows of their flats provided no overview of the yard outside. If I recall correctly, so she decided to go downstairs herself to look for him. But the moment she left her flat, she saw a disfigured body of her husband in a pool of blood. She failed to provide any more details during this later questioning. Now for the interesting part. Interrogations of other inhabitants of that complex provided literally no additional information. Not a single one of them heard any ruckus, screams, or sounds of fighting. Nothing. And that is considering the shitty non-soundproof doors people had back then. There was also indeed a bunch of drunkards sitting on a porch downstairs.

According to them, they were hanging out there since around eight in the evening and in all the time only some old lady who lived on the first floor and a single mother who lived on the second entered the complex. Both of them also heard and saw nothing. During that time, not a single person left the complex. By the way, my grandfather almost instantly suspected some sort of large dog. What else could dismember a person in such a manner in the middle of civilization? Later investigation revealed that there were two dog owners in that complex, but their dogs were not nearly big enough to inflict such wounds, which was also later confirmed by the coroner. Head was indeed separated from the body, as if with the teeth of a large animal. His spine was loomers.

literally grinded in places. Also, one of his legs had very clear markings of jaws, and according to the corner, it looked very deliberate, as if left there intentionally. Every single tooth of both lower and upper jaw left a clean mark, which almost never happens in normal corner's practice. That one sure never seen such a thing. Jaws indeed were similar to dogs, but a really big one, and there were 48 of those teeth marks there. While normal dogs only have 42, sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less, but rarely and not by much. Now, a couple of my own thoughts, large dog is indeed capable to separate grown man's head from body in about 15 to 20 minutes.

I can't confirm this as an owner of a large dog. No, my dog didn't kill anyone, but can chew through a large bone in around 10 minutes. But there would be a fuckload of noise and shouts. Okay, if the dog somehow managed to rip that guy's vocal cords on the first bite, there wouldn't be many shouts, which I guess is possible, considering the size of those jaws, but how could no one notice a huge ownerless dog

entering and exiting the apartment complex? Such animals tend to be remembered. Another strange thing is that blood was only found near the body. There was no blood on the stairs themselves, neither above nor below, as if he was first put on the floor and then got his head calmly chewed off in silence. My dog attacked a homeless dog once. There was a lot of blood. It was fucking dripping from its jaws and chest all the way home, and let me remind you that, that human has way more blood than the dog. Nothing like that here. Everything is crispy clean.

So we have something big that appeared on the staircase between the floors. That house had no garbage shoot, if you would like to entertain such a wild theory of its method of movement, silently chewed a grown man head off, left a dozen injuries on his body without any signs of resistance, and then disappeared. So it goes. Officially, the case was explained by a wild dog attack

and closed the fuck down. not before informing all the local dog catchers that they should do their work better in the future. A story from the same Anon's childhood, Part 1. This story also happened around 93 in that same small town near Moscow. I tried and failed to Google anything about it, and I've never heard anyone discussing it here in this town, so I guess there was no reason to give away the name, to be quite honest. My gramps worked in local Middle Asia,

and I asked them about that case many times, so I guess I didn't completely imagine it. even though I was like four years old back then, and my memories are a bit foggy. Back then, young women started to disappear in our town. Absolutely normal girls. Not some criminal's girlfriends or anything like that. According to my grandpa, in a single month, six of them disappeared in a single month, and then the seventh was lost.

Her father was a trainer in a local boxing club, popular with both sportsmen and local thugs. From a whole bunch of his clients and friends who were willing to help him, he created some sort of militia patrol aimed at looking for, daughter in preventing similar abductions in the future. This militia started to stroll around the neighborhood in small groups, and one night I woke up from some loud noises from the outside. I ran to my window and saw my mother and father standing there, looking at a bunch of guys who were trying to widen some tiny cellar window that was right under mine, first floor, with sledgehammers.

Now for some facts for my gramps. Guys from one of those patrol saw three guys carrying something big towards that cellar. They immediately ran after them, but those three guys have managed to close the heavy steel door before they were caught. Later, I learned that they also built a barricade from some garage lying inside when they realized that guys from militia are not joking. So, the militia guys called all the others and broke into the basement through that window, where they found those three crazy fuckos armed with knives and girls already dismembered body. I now know that they were also a handwritten book in unknown language. It was later apparently lost or stolen right from the evidence box. A hacksaw for metal and a dog's skull, walls and floor was covered in some

symbols written in chalk, which were mostly destroyed under the feet of two dozen boxers who entered that basement. But nothing of value was lost, I guess. By the time the cops arrived, those three guys were already heavily beaten by the boxers. Two of them got crippled for life. One actually died. A few boxers received some superficial cuts. Interrogation by Raising Father gave no results. Same as latter in derogations by Middle Asia. Many traces of blood were found in that basement, though, from different people and from a long period of time. As you can expect, no bodies were found even though search parties come through every neighborhood in a nearby forest.

The two survivors kept their silence. Come to think of it, those guys were, some sort of fucked in the head, N-E-E-T, necromancy cosplayers or something, and even though they managed to hide those bodies very well, imagine what smarter person with no mental issues could do. Second case, part one. I just stumbled upon those photos, so I guess I'll tell you about them. I have to warn you that some people might not find it too scary, but this case always captivated me.

There is something about it. Also, when I once saw those tiny lights in the woods at night, I figuratively shot my pants. It'll be longer than the first one, but do prepare yourself, for I have no idea how long the third one will be either. It happened in the winter of 95. One evening, around 8 o'clock, a strange visitor came to local Middle Eurasia Station, a priest of the local church, which, by the way, happens to be in the middle of fucking nowhere. He came to report threats he's been receiving for some time now. Priest bought

a bunch of notes with them, which were written on torn notebook pages and crooked block letters. They were written with a bunch of mistakes. That desk cop on duty that night had a field day with, but he didn't laugh for long. According to the priest, he regularly received those notes. in his mailbox. First, every three days, later, every day, which was the reason he decided to finally report them. After being asked if he wanted to add something else to his report, he hesitantly added that recently, he started to hear the sound of slaps in his apartment, as if someone was slapping Linolium in his corridor in kitchen with bare hands, very distinctly. When asked if he could actually check what it was, he answered that he was too scared to leave

his room and just prayed to God, hoping for his protection. He was clearly worried that people would think that he was just insane, and people at the station indeed thought so, but his report was officially accepted nonetheless. It was a busy period for Middle Asia, and since priests didn't look well in the head, the case and those notes were forgotten for a time. Around a week later, an investigation operative group gets a call. In the forest, around 200 to 250 meters deep, on the glade you can see on the first photo, a body was found. And not just somebody, but as you probably guessed, body of that very priest. State of that corpse was pretty fucking terrible. Almost all of the muscle tissue on his hands and legs were missing. Body was covered in liver mortis and blemishes. Facial features were

distorted by the rot. He was only recognized so quickly thanks to his cross, which was the only element of his clothes on him, long hair and beard. Later, it was concluded that he died seven and a half to eight days before the discovery. Additionally, his body clearly was kept indoors for some time, since it wouldn't have rotten so much in the winter forest. It was confirmed by the elderly guy who found the body, since he used to walk with his dog every day on the same roots in this forest, and only discovered body the morning, also, which was especially bizarre. Many prints that were found around the body looked like the prints of human hands. They didn't look like handprints. They were the handprints. It was just fucking ridiculous at that point, quoted my grandfather,

There was a trail of such prints leading around the forest. Strangely enough, not on the cleared trail, but around it, in the snowdrifts. There was no evidence of the body being dragged. All the other prints belonged to that elderly guy and cops. Previous night there was a serious snowfall, which would have covered the track, so the body clearly wasn't there for long, and it clearly didn't happen to appear there by itself. Questionings of the elderly guy, residents of the nearby houses and guards of a garage cooperative close by, didn't clarify much, though the elderly guy kept nagging about finding corpses of animals on that glade,

dogs, cats, rats, cows, and such. He reported it to Middle Asia many times, but nothing was done about it, and he had to bury animals himself. He also just had to share his theory about Satanus with his investigators. The place itself was far away from anything. The closest houses were like 600 to 700 meters away, same as that garage cooperative. No car stopped nearby, no mysterious people were seen there, not even ordinary people with a big bag or parcel. Literally fuck all. And that's when someone remembered about the notes. Earlier notes were rather simplistic. Basically threats like, reject your faith or we will kill you. But those that came later were a bit more interesting. Take off your cross or you will feed the hungry one with yourself. My grandfather quoted from his

memory. There was more, but he didn't recall what those were about, sadly. All of them had a bunch of mistakes, as he already stated. No handwriting expertise was done, to my knowledge, but those notes were quickly given away to experts in order to check out for fingerprints while investigators decided to visit Priest's flat. Door wasn't closed, though there were no signs of force entry, remembering Priest's words about slaps on the floor, linolium in this corridor, and kitchen was checked, without much hope for fingerprints. But is was a sudden success, a few clear handprints. Huge fingers certainly were not the priests. fingers looked like they belonged to some hammerer, says Smith, according to my grandfather.

Other than that, everything in his flat looked in order. All the obvious valuables, like the icons, were still there, but there was no way to know for sure since that priest lived alone and had no relatives, being an orphan. In short, fingerprints on the notes were identical to those on the floor, but neither the local Middle Asia was stationed nor the bigger regional archive had those prints in their databases. Meanwhile, coroner report stated that muscle, in his hands and legs weren't eaten by the animals, but neatly removed the surgical accuracy, using either scalpel or a small and very sharp knife. No additional wounds were found on his body. No traces of known poisons were found either. Middle Asia had to stop questioning members of

priest church parish. He wasn't seen there since the day he reported death threats at the local station. Obvious conclusion was that he was disappeared after visiting in it, since it happened after the evening service. So it happened either on his way home or at his flat, considering it was found open. Questioning his neighbors revealed that he probably didn't come home that day. One old lady even came to his door at around 9 in the evening to ask for some life advice, but no one opened. She didn't hear any suspicious sounds or seen any suspicious people either. It seemed to be a complete dead end. All the local invalids were checked just in case. Investigators really tried to somehow work that strange handprint angle. At first,

started to check those who lived nearby, and after Chinchaya and Afghanistan, there were many. By the end of it, Middle Asia checked almost all towns and valids, but found no fingerprint matches. They didn't really expect any results at that point, to be honest. So they just wrote it off to probable local cultists, which was really easy to do back then because of the story that happened when I was a child. Even those two guys that were caught two years ago were questioned, but to no avail. Maybe it was their friends doing there or something, but I doubt it. since modus operandi seems too difficult.

Of course, if Priest wasn't largely ignored when he came to the station, he probably could have told them something else, and that info might have resulted in a solved case, but we have what we have, and it really smells of some mysticism, in my opinion. By the way, here's another photo of that place made it around 11 in the evening, those little lights that I told you about in the beginning. Zooming didn't result in anything,

and the flash of my camera was so fucking bright that I got scared and decided to leave that place in case I was seen. Not that I'm a coward, but, you know, that forest becomes really creepy when you know the story. The lights are around the place where the glave is. There are certainly not cigarette lights, not too far away to be seen so clearly. Possibly small campfires of motorcycle lights, there's no way to get the car there. It remains a mystery. Third case, part one.

So, gentlemen, let's go further. There probably won't be much paranormal-sounding stuff in this one, since real question here is not how someone would do this, why the fuck would someone do this? Let's go. It happened in 91, which was a hard time. Levels of apathy and general unprofessionalism in Russia were off the charts back then, which played a role in this case. No one was sure about tomorrow and the future of their country. It all began with a call from a very bad address for a very shitty reason. Apartment complex, where it all happened, can be seen on a photo I add to this post. For as long as I can remember, this particular place was always.

always considered bad and dangerous. But not because I had ghosts or some shit like that, of course. Reason was much simpler. It was a former dorm that in those times was filled with people from the very bottom of society. Robberies, kingfings, and murderers happened there regularly. Even I had a chance to see local, so to say, customs personally, when I was a kid. I was riding my bicycle nearby when a human head flew out of someone window and landed about 30 meters away from me.

According to rumors, some drug addicts had an argument. But anyway, I'm just telling this so that you can better understand what kind of atmosphere that place had and why I didn't go inside to make some photos for you. Yes, I pissed myself. Getting back on the topic. In one of the flats on the second floor, a family was murdered. Said family consisted of a single mother, her seven-year-old daughter, and as was found out later, a year-old infant. They're extremely poor, and according to the old lady living in the next apartment, poor thing was nearly driven to a heart attack when she discovered the bodies. mother held no job, drank nonstop, and often brought some suspicious men home.

Daughter was practically homeless and never went to any sort of kindergarten or school. How did the infant manage to survive in such a family? Is unclear. According to Grandpa, you should divide anything those old Soviet grannies say by two if you want to get closer to the truth. But it all looked shitty nonetheless. The door was slightly ajar, which allowed for bodies to be found. As for the bodies, at the first glance, it looked like a typical case of domestic. violence, with some excessive force, though. Around 30 knife wounds on each body, wounds were at least

two days old. Criminology experts' theory was that those wounds were inflicted on the already dead bodies. Mother was killed in the kitchen. Signs of struggle were all around. Furniture was overturned. Fridge handled torn off some dishes broken. A bottle of uncharacteristically expensive vodka and some rotting delicacies was picturesque-sly lying on the cheap dilapidated table. Daughter, it looked, was killed in her sleep because of her. she was found in her bed in an embryo pose. No signs of resistance. As for the infant, no trace of him was found, except for a baby fence in his sister's room. Infant's very existence was only corroborated by the same old lady in later other neighbors. No diapers, no baby food,

no stroller, no birth certificate, nothing, which is, considering the social status of that family, could be possible. But even the surface search of the apartment revealed a lot of interesting things. Not only the freezer was chokeful of expensive food and alcohol, there was also a very large sum of money hidden in the ice box. Literally a few packs of money hidden inside the cheap wrappings, which was a normal way to hide money and valuables from possible robbers those days. But what were they doing here in the apartment of these piss poor people? That raised some questions because connection between those valuables and deaths was obvious. Further questionings of the neighbors and local alcoholics in the yard

clarified three important things. First of all, murdered women was popular here, who know what I mean? And her door was usually open. Second, according to a score of witnesses, a strange man started to visit her in the last week. He clearly wasn't a local. And even though the descriptions slightly varied

from witness to witness, they painted a certain picture, uncertain age, completely bald head, always in the same brown three-piece suit. Patent leather shoes and a bow tie. In short, he looked like he was loaded with some dough. No one could provide any investigators with any distinctive details of his physical appearance or face. Such people rarely, if ever, visit this place.

And it is a whole separate question as to why didn't anyone try to rob or just beat him up? Because that kind of people was not too popular in that house, to say the absolute bloody least. Many people saw him entering the apartment complex in victims flat, but no one saw him leave. Another thing was suspects interesting and unusual manner of speech. According to people talked to him, it was florid, artsy, old-fashioned, and extremely polite. Sadly, no one could quite recall what the man asked him about, though all witnesses could recall that he had some questions, which wasn't completely unusual in such places,

since inhabitants were usually drunk or on something. He was seen at least three times in the last week, though by the time Middle Asia arrived, he wasn't seen there for three days straight. And finally, the third important piece of info, the moment this man started to come to this apartment complex, victims stopped to receive visitors and her flat for the first time in years. Fell silent, no shouts, no loud noises, no baby cries. So yes, infant's existence was finally corroborated by the counts of most witnesses, but no one remembered dead woman ever being pregnant.

Bodies then were brought to the coroner when they were loading them under the car. it looked as if every bone in these bodies was broken, basically behaved like a couple of rag dolls. Further, search of the apartment didn't provide investigators with any additional details. No signs of force entry, no traces of blood except for those of the victims. The bottle of vodka and glasses on the table were, of course, checked her fingerprints, but only prints that belonged to the victim were found. Door knobs in her flat gave such a wild range of different fingers that experts exhausted themselves to no end just by comparing every set with what they had in their

databases. In any case, almost all fingerprints belong to local lowlifes who haven't seen her for at least two weeks. Now, coroner's report was much more fucking interesting. Indeed, injuries on the bodies were inflicted when victims were already dead for around a day at that point. But this is not the interesting thing. Autopsy showed that every bone in their bodies, except for the skull and cervical vertebrae, became extremely brittle and were basically heavily damaged by fuck-nows-what. They certainly weren't broken by the blunt trauma, since there were no signs of such damage on the bodies themselves, not to mention that it would be a very tiring process, breaking every tiny bone in a human body. Also, bodies would look like a couple of torn bloody bags after that.

Damage dealt with the bones reminded local militasia experts of the effects of highly concentrated hydrofluoric acid, but there were two big problems with this theory. First, hydrofluoric acid of such concentration would have left extreme fucking chemical burns, considering that all of mothers and daughters' bones were heavily damaged. They had to take a bath in that acid to achieve such effect, but there were no surface traces of that. Second, this acid leaves such a chemical bouquet in human body that tests would surely have identified it. But the only irregular thing about their bones was a critical lack of calcium, and that was that. At the same time the tests were conducted, a call came from one of the witnesses,

interrogated earlier. He saw the suspect, entering boiler house. house near that apartment complex. Not wasting any time, my grandfather got two operatives and moved out. Door to that boiler house territory was indeed open. Whether it was locked picked by the suspect or just left unclosed by the sloppy workers was never found out. But according to all regulations, that door must have been locked. On the photos you can see that are very boiler house, kindly forgive me for not trying to get inside. There is an actual lock hanging there now and trying to climb over the concrete walls with barbed wire is not my idea of fun. So, Grandpa went there and met two middle-aged women working inside.

By the way, there's supposed to be five or six personnel working at all times, according to regulations. This is probably the reason why something blew up inside when I was a kid. They were noticeably twitchy and were not acting normal, as of afraid. When questioned about the suspect, they nervously laughed and denied any knowledge about him. The way they tried to bullshit me was pretty cartoonish, according to my grandpa. But at that point, my grams didn't give much of a fuck about them. Just left one of his operatives there to watch the main entrance and those two.

The other one of his subordinates he took with him to more effectively conduct the search of the area. By the way, building was pretty fucked up. It, as you can see from the photos, is very old and multis hired. So everywhere there was moisture, rust, and only one out of every 10 light bulbs was working. So they had to get the flashlights. In the far corner of that building, one that probably no one visited for years, babies loose shack was found, hanging between the interweaving pipes. Grandpa, and his abhorting it, started to frantically search everywhere in the area.

They literally looked under every single pipe in that building, but found nothing. Even the criminology expert, who arrived later, had no luck with fingerprints or any prints whatsoever. Baby's jacket had no traces of blood on it or any other traces at all. It looked so clean as if it was just recently washed. Two women were called later for questioning. One of them kept stating that. that she saw or knew nothing and had the other disappeared after the very first interrogation.

As her melancholic drunkard of a husband said later, she just left home without even packing any of her belongings. Despite all the numerous questions middle-ageda asked her husband and colleague, despite checking all possible connections, nothing gave any result. For all intents and purposes, those women were completely normal. Even their fingerprints were taken and compared to those found in the victim's flat, but this naturally ended with failure. At that point, The case came to a grinding halt, and it seemed that there was nowhere left to dig. Suddenly, a month later, another call came from the same apartment complex, from the same old lady who found the bodies. According to her, faint sounds of crying were coming from now sealed

apartment where murders took place. Operative investigatory group answered the call. My Gramps told me that he almost physically felt surrealism of that situation. Sealed door of the dead apartment had no signs of force entry, and Gramps indeed heard a faint sound of a baby crying inside. It took them half an hour to get inside the apartment. And indeed, an infant was found there. Only he had no eyes. I mean, there was no blood or anything. Just no eyes. As was later found out, they were surgically removed from his sockets. A thin layer of pink skin was covering places where eyes should have been with tiny scars marking them. As if after plastic surgery, no injuries or pathologies beyond that were found. If you are curious about his fate,

he was first brought to the children hospital, then to an orphanage for infants. I don't know what happened to him later, but I suggest he had a very unhappy life, though I'm curious if anything else strange happened to him. So it goes, gentlemen. I'm tired as fuck typing all of this. Translator's notes. Imagine what it's like typing and translating it, bitch. But I will add my grandpa's theory in a couple of my own thoughts nonetheless.

His theory was that infant was basically brought from an alcoholic mother by that guy in a three-piece suit. but something went wrong with the deal and led to him killing the mother and the daughter as a witness. Method of murder itself was much less clear. Let's suppose knife wounds were either a way to lead the investigation on the wrong path, though murderers seemed too clever to think that

it would fool the experts, considering that he clearly knew how to not leave any traces of his presence, or mask a way that bone damaging substance entered the body, though injuries on both bodies seemed very random. Some parts of bodies were covered with injuries, while others were left untouched, And again, experts had no idea what kind of poison could have such an effect without leaving

any traces. Next thing. Who would leave such a huge sum of money to a corpse? There really was a fuckload of money there, and only some poor woman who drank away our brains could think that no one could find them. But fact is a fact, money was there. How to tie it in with those two women from the boiler house? I have no fucking idea.

By the way, the one that left and never came back. My grandpa often returned to the case and checked for any new information about her. possible whereabouts. I guess someone managed to scare them really good, but there's really nowhere to know, really. And fuck if I know what that baby jacket was doing there. Next, the infant. Where did the victim get him? Was he stolen, left on our doorstep? Scars from such things as eye removal don't heal in a mere month, as you might know. Was it some other baby? But how and why? Also, those who saw the child before all this happened stated that he had a birthmark on the right side of his forehead. Baby with no eyes had exact same birthmark.

I guess getting inside the sealed apartment wasn't much of a challenge since the killer might have had the keys. But even without all that, I think there are many mysterious things about this story. That's it. You might fling some shit at me because this case didn't have much in terms of paranormal, but believe me, Next case has it in spades. First of all, I have to disappoint you, because the most paranormal story will have to be reserved for later. I didn't pick the best of times to go out and make photos. Not only I almost shot my pants because of some creepy dude there, but also visibly with shit.

However, few of these photos will fit another story quite nicely. Use your imagination to have visioned the locals I'm going to tell you about, because some of these places are too far away slash too creepy slash don't exist anymore. Still, I think you will find this case to your liking. Here it goes. It's 92. The country is still shaken. My grandpa is still serving in Middle Asia of our town.

One day, a weird guy comes to his station, acting all awkward and shy, obviously nervous. According to my grandpa, he looked like a drunken bum and dirty torn clothes. Despite his looks, though, he had both proper passports and illegal address. In short, he told them this. In one of the farthest and worst parts of town that consisted of grays, garage cooperative and had abandoned train depot. You can see the depot gates on the first photo. I have no fucking idea why does it glow is green, but I guess it looks amusing. His friends started to go missing. By the way, I have no idea what that depot is even there. I've never seen

a single train on those fucked up tracks in my life. Those people were not just some random guys, but true-to-life vagabonds who had some sort of spot there, where they hit from people's eyes. Also, there was scrap and copper reception point nearby. Translator's note, Selling stolen scrap and copper was an integral part of survival for many bums back in the 90s. That explains why they sent an emissary who actually had some legal papers instead of one of their own because no one wanted to spend their night at the monkey house. A slang for a cell that houses drunks and bums or used as a scapegoat to help Middleesia to close some dead cases, which was, regrettably, a quite widespread practice back then.

As he explained, something strange was happening there. Just three days ago, one of the bummed. walked away from the bonfire to take a piss and just never came back. Around 30 minutes later, his friends lit some sticks and went looking for him with some improvised torches. You never know. He might have fallen asleep in a ditch or something. But despite all their efforts, they failed to locate their friend.

Although, drunk bums are not very good at nocturnal search operations, let's be honest here. Their friend didn't come back tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow either. They didn't think much of it, especially because a full bottle of vodka went missing that night too, which apparently was a commodity valuable enough for them to justify their friend's sudden flight. He didn't take any of their stuff with them, so they're waiting for him to come back, ready to kick his ass. But on the next night, another one of them went missing, under much more frightening circumstances. Similarly, one of them walked away from the bonfire to take a leak, but as soon as he left the circle of lights provided by it and entered the bushes, he led out a terrifying scream that was abruptly cut short. This prompted another bum to actually,

as they rushed to his rescue. But at that moment, according to the emissary, they heard some sort of growl, which made them stop in their tracks. He didn't see much himself, because no one thought to prepare torches for such an occasion. But some of his friends claimed to see a scary person, who was grinning at them from the darkness, barely dissipated by the weak light of their bonfire. To cut the story short, they got really scared and went back to their bonfire, not daring to go to sleep till the morning. At that point, bums were forced to take extreme measures and asked for help from one of their sworn enemies, the Midalegia. Legally speaking, Midaleesia had no basis to reject this report, so it was accepted,

discussed during the smoke break and promptly dismissed as mad homeless ravings or some sort of prank. Cops had enough of their plate already, but next disappearance forced them to ponder and act. One of the town citizens disappeared, a simple, regular guy who liked to drink and not to drive around his car in his free time. According to his wife, he was a responsible family guy, who never left for a long time without warning. But two days have passed and there was no sign of him. By the way, fuck if I know why she didn't report the disappearance up to the first 24 hours passed.

In the last place where he was seen was, you've guessed it, that very same garage cooperative, which situated near Bum's spot, we left his car and went home using familiar in the shortest route, old railway tracks. Connecting his disappearance with those of the Bums was, of course, an obvious thing to do. And as you can see on the photos, Forrest clearly. surrounds the tracks from both sides. Similar situation is in the other direction, except there's a bridge there that you can see on the photo. I decided not to climb that bridge because I saw a corpse lying there my childhood, which didn't leave me with a lot of pleasant memories. That corpse itself

is not interesting, typical story of the late 90s. After the bridge, there is more force on the right and concrete wall on the left, separating railway from old houses, where almost abandoned back then and by the mid-2000s they were demolished. After that, some sort of building materials market was constructed there, but by now it is abandoned too. I guess this place just have such fate, and so it goes like that for a kilometer and a half till it reaches more or less civilized areas of town. At first they suspected the bombs themselves, obviously. But on the other hand, if any of them was guilty, he would have run away after their emissary informed the militia. But one operative was sent to question them anyway, although

he either was a dumb fuck where the bombs left their usual place because he didn't find anyone. Meanwhile, my grandfather took a group of subordinates and went to visit those old warehouses, which were the obvious place to hide potential bodies. Besides, at that point in time, there wasn't even a single security guard working there. Skipping the boring details, what they found there was a checkered shirt with some traces of blood that, according to missing guy's wife, was on him when he left home. In addition, there was a lot of various trash and a couple of mattresses. The room they found them in was relatively clean too, in comparison to the rest of the warehouse.

Experts immediately detected some fingerprints there, and that's when a certain surprise awaited them. It was revealed that fingerprints belonged to two convicts who escaped from some prison near Salika Mask whole 15 years ago and were largely forgotten about by that point. By the way, they were imprisoned for some pretty heavy stuff, our word and something else, as far as I can remember. One of them was local, the other one used to live in Moscow. The local one was 62 years old. At that point, the one from Moscow, 41 years old. The next logical step was to check the address where local escaped convict used to live.

His flat was on the first floor in a pretty bad part of town. Apartment complex itself was in critical state. It has been demolished by now. And the flat itself belonged to town's housing fund for some reason. Khan would have been quite surprised if he chose to return home legally at bed, but no one lived there anyway. It turned out that getting the keys wasn't a problem, since the door, a piece of plywood, was already broken into. The lock was torn out. Inside the apartment, or to be more precise, inside its bathroom they found, without any exaggeration, a fucking pandemonium. First, traces of

blood were found on the floor in walls of the corridor, and in the bathroom itself there was a bathful of body parts belonging to three people in total, though heads and torsos were never found, as far as I know. Apparently chopped with an axe that hasn't been found either. Those parts floated in dirty cold water. No idea where did they get it since water supply to the flat was cut off long ago. Stents of decomposition and feces was horrible. Toilet was literally covered in excrements, but neighbors didn't contact Malaysia, which was understandable since nobody lived on the first three floors, except for an ancient blind gaffer for the second. Kitchen had a portable gas stove, baked in can with traces of blood on it, half full bag of potatoes, and a pile of human bones

just laying in the corner. This is when the realization hit the operatives. cons, whose fingerprints were found everywhere around the apartment, were eating these people. Fuck if I know why, and for what reason? I mean, you can just steal food like those potatoes, but they were eating them. Everything pointed to this conclusion. Questioning the other tenants didn't give investigators anything new to go on. Those few still lived there, less than 10 people in total, unanimously claimed that they had not seen any unfamiliar men there. But that blind old man said the night before Middle Asia paid a visit to the flat, someone was trying to force themselves in his apartment for a few hours straight,

but to no avail. Case was turning more and more serious by the minute. Two operatives were left in the department to lay ambush, while my grandfather went straight to the prosecutor's office, demanding them to involve the Federals, because this case was clearly out of his league, and he knew only too well who would have to answer for all this shit if it turned even more serious. Imagine that. A mass murder plus two wanted escape convicts. Case was taken away from surprisingly fast. almost no one there even tried to argue with him. Two operatives who spent the night in that flat and almost went mad from stension disgust were freed from their unpleasant duty,

though murderers never returned to their apartment anyway. Everyone involved was thoroughly questioned by the feds. Grandpa himself and his immediate superiors got their asses kicked by them for sloppiness, but no one lost their officer got demoted, who took the case over. What info I have left could be classified as rumors told during the smoke breaks, but if you start to tell the story, you have to finish it, even though I don't know all the details. Perpetrators' tracks were found not too far from town, near a big forest that stretches for dozens of kilometers. There was a place there called the Lodge, even though it was, in fact, more of a country house

cooperative consisting of something around 40 houses. My guess, call came from there. Federals failed to apprehend both of them, though, and here's why. They're already pursuing them through the woods, when suddenly they stumbled upon the older one, lying on the ground and grinning like a madman. Apparently, his friend broke his leg with something heavy and proceeded to escape alone. He was dragged to a car and interrogated, but no one managed to squeeze out a single word from him. He just kept whining and growling like an animal.

The younger one was never found, even though a search party combed through the whole fucking force with dogs. The older con kept whining and shaking all the way to the precinct, but at one point fell silent. It turned out he managed to gna his own tongue off. Doctors managed to save his life, again, according to rumors. He proved uncooperative, was officially recognized insane, and got locked away in some specialized asylum for the rest of his days. Neither I nor my grandpa could vouch for a single word in a previous part, as you can understand. But there was only one proper version of events.

No mysteries here. Two escaped convicts were fucking around somewhere for 15 whole years and managed to get from Yerl to Moscow. They probably went through a lot in their travels, and at some point were forced to eat someone to avoid death from hunger, maybe another bum or just some random tourist. Apparently, this experience took a heavy toll on them psychologically, and they acquired a taste for human meat. After that, they switched to a new menu, slowly turning more and more into a couple of fucking animals if the older one is any indication. And only here, in the Moscow region, they became bolder and ate someone who'd be searched for, because finding them basically wasn't really that hard.

But there is another factor. They had almost animal-like sense of danger, always managing to outpace Middle Asia's pursuit just by a day or two. That's it. By the way, it was really creepy taking these photos, knowing that in theory one of them is still on the run. Even though he must be really old today, those locals now are as far away from any popular civilization as it was back then. Also, I would never want to be in shoes of that blind old man during that night.

This part of the story always chilled me to the bone. Fifth case, part one. This happened during the summer of 96. This case differs from the previous ones, because firstly, it happened in a good part of town, in which I lived, by the way, and secondly, because I heard part of this story firsthand even before my grandpa told me about it. One night, around 1 a.m., a man burst into my grandpa's precinct, raving like a lunatic and holding a crying woman in a torn dress. After managing to calm him down, officers on duty started to listen to

his story. He, 32-year-old small-time businessman, was visited by some friends that evening and asked his wife, 27 housewife, to take their eight-month-old boy and go for a scroll around the block. What kind of visit, and from what kind of friends, makes you ask your wife to take your child and leave the house at 11 p.m. as a separate question, and some investigators tried to tie this visit to what happened next and had certain success with it. After running some checks on those friends who had pretty evident connections to a big local gang, he clearly paid them protection money, since both he and his business were doing fine, but I'll come back to it later. Around one hour and ten minutes later, he finally managed to get rid of his friends and started to worry about his wife who hasn't come back yet.

When he came out of the house, he couldn't see her anywhere and started to circle their apartment complex, shouting her name. When suddenly, he literally stumbled upon the overturned stroller, lying there in the dark. Stroller was lying on the asphalt road you can see on the first photo. There were no lanterns on the road back then, and there are none today. The closest ones are something like 30 meters away near the walkway line along the edge of the forest, so yeah, you can't see shit there at night. When he realized that stroller was empty, he started to seriously panic,

but then he heard sobbing coming from the forest and rushed towards it, where he found his wife, weeping and wandering between the trees in nigh unconscious state. Failing to get any sort of response from her, he just put her in his car and drove towards the precinct.

My grandpa had nearly as much success. She was answering slowly, couldn't even recall her own name at first. She was clearly in a state of shock, so doctor was called in immediately. But something my grandfather did learn by basically asking her the same questions over and over again. To sum her incoherent speech up, this is what happened. She was walking along that very same road when something big rushed towards her from the direction of an apartment complex,

pushed her way, grabbed her child from a stroller, and ran towards an iron tower, and then into the woods. She followed this something to the forest, but failed to catch up with it. Also, yes, this is exactly how she called it, something that my grandfather remembered very well. after that there was a theory about a big animal but i'll tell you about it later the doctor who arrived by then examined her finding bruises and small scratches that she probably received while pursuing the abductor through the woods no further damage was found but she was indeed in a state of shock doctor advised to give her some glycine or glycerol fuck if i know what i have written in my notes here don't harass me about it let her have some sleep and advised to avoid stress he chastised my grandfather of her question her in such a state

He also advised to hospitalize her if her condition wouldn't improve on the next day. It was decided, without much hope, to conduct a search while the trail was hot. With help of a sinologist and his dog, the iron tower was found pretty fast. 250 meters away from the spot stroller was found, there was an overhead power line, which you can see on the attached photo. I actually found two of such towers there, but the second one is too far away. There are some warehouses near it in the forest, so I bet I got the right one. During the examination of the stroller, some strange things started to happen.

Dog, long-haired German Shepherd, a huge male, saw that a dog a few times in my childhood and was indeed enormous, started to act erratic, growling at the house, pressing its tail, ignoring Sinologist's command. He was pretty surprised by that behavior from an adult dog that never acted like that before. He was the only one who proposed a theory about a large wild animal that might have caused dog, unfamiliar with hunting, to react that way. On the fabric that covered the stroller, there was a small torn gap no one paid much attention to. After all, it could have torn during its fall on the asphalt covered in small pebbles and pieces of broken glass, but my grandfather noted this anyways. Maybe he had some thoughts about it.

No traces of blood were found inside the stroller or on the ground around it. They even double-checked it during the day, nothing. But stroller was taken for an expertise anyway, which gave no results. When they finally reached the tower, despite the dog acting completely inadequate and outright refusing to pick up, up the trail, they started to ponder what to do next. There were no obvious signs and the dog wasn't helping, so the synologist was dismissed. While operatives started to rummage through the nearest part of the forest with flashlights, just to clear their conscience, but to no avail. Opie has computer troubles, but another Aon finishes translating. Another Russian Aon here. In Opie's

absence, I will conclude the story. In the morning, they have called the man whose child has gone missing, but he had reported that his wife had not become better, and that he was taking her to the hospital. She was sent to the loony bin for some time, but even after getting released, she couldn't tell anything new, as if she had just lost her memory. There was only one connection left, the man's friends, but not to turn all of this into one of the boring episodes of criminal Russia, translators note, a once popular TV show documenting all kinds of juicy crimes. In brief, it did not lead anywhere. And look for yourself. The businessman was a small time, to put it mildly, and no demands followed his disappearance. And what's so strange and scary about the story we might

think. The fact that in a month's time, the same house had a similar case. Two brothers, the elder was 10, the younger seven, played behind the house, rummaging under the windows, hoping to find something interesting. The elder brother, naturally, was tasked by the parents to keep an eye on Jr. The rest is taken from the elder brother's testimony after his father had taken him to the middle Asia. It was a short while before 10 p.m., time to return home, when the elder brother had suddenly noticed that the younger brother was standing still and staring into a dark alcove under the first floor balcony. You can see such outcuffs on the photo here. Perhaps it's even one of them. The elder brother tried calling the kids several times, but he did not react. Set in on his way

to him. He froze in place when fur-covered paws appeared out of the alcove and dragged the child inside. And the kid did not make a single sound how he had managed to spot the fur on the paws in the dark is an interesting question, as there were no street lamps there. At first, the guy stood dead and peered into darkness. For a moment, he even thought he had seen big white eyes, something that he would certainly would never be able to see, and then dashed off as fast as he would come back home to his father, who was sipping beer after long days' work. And he, having smacked the lad for line, went looking for the younger son with a flashlight. It examined every alcove, but did not find anything at all, except a hole punched in a corner of one of them, which probably led to the basement of the

house. But that hole was too narrow for an adult man. Only a child could get through. And sorry, I couldn't add that picture. This isn't the original post. This is an archive, so I can't get to the original picture. Spoiler. That was obviously supposed to be part six. I fucked up. But the father wasn't intent to giving up so easily. It took a crowbar, busted the lock on the basement door, and climbed down there. Unfortunately, having gone through the entire basement, he had found nothing. There was a strong stink of rot that was verified by a grandfather who examined the cellar later, and something else in the air, a strange, almost heavy smell, although grandfather could smell nothing of that kind.

But in the end, nothing was found. That's all, folks. Funny thing is here, I knew that boy from my childhood. We were in that same crowd. He was slightly older than me, and the story he told to the Middle Asia is nearly a perfect fit for the what he told us after those events. He never was a particularly merry fellow and soul of the company,

but after those events he barely went out, became somewhat fearful and almost panicked when faced with the backside of his own house, flat out refusing to go there. So, on one hand, I personally believe it, but on the other, who knows what a story a child can concoct? But there is the matter of the woman's accounts, who again was in a state of shock and thus made a shitty witness, in a vanguard dog who would put its tail between its legs and act like a little puppy, which is highly atypical. The animal version is doubtful.

I'd say, firstly, what kind of animal likes to snatch little kids without leave, leaving any tracks. Seriously, two similar cases in the same place, and in a whole month, nobody saw anything. And secondly, if we take into account the hole leading to the seller, no large animal would fit into it. There are, of course, the man's friends from the first case, but as I said, there's just no sense in it for them, since the second man in it had nothing to do neither with commerce nor with crime. It would make more sense to seal both children, I reckon. So, truth be told, I have no ideas to share about this one. Unfortunately, that's a all there is. The A-Anon with the investigator grandfather was never heard from again.

And just, wow, I love this story. I love these long 4-Chann stories. You know, in all honesty, I think 4chan has some of the best stories on the internet, you know, because they're so unique, so anonymous, and just so interesting, and just, it's just really interesting what goes on there. I really believe that Opie's grandfather was a Soviet copy. which is super interesting. You know, for some reason, I know I've read a few, you know, Soviet slash Russian stories.

You guys seem to love them, but these stories are always great. Yeah, the Soviet Russian stories are great. And like I said in the intro, I don't have a lot of 4chan stories left, so, you know, cherish these while I can still release them. But I appreciate you guys watching.

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