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Episode Date: July 9, 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 frightening 4chan stories. And today's stories are great. You'll want to stick around. And I just want to say thank you for stopping by and watching today's video. And if you aren't already, please subscribe to the channel and like the video. It helps so much you don't even know. And yeah, today's videos are spooky, scary.

And as the title says, frightening. And they're just really great. So if you're sleeping, studying, chilling, or just want to be. to watch a frightening stories video. I've got you. And thank you so much for something by it, like I said. And, uh, all right. Without further ado, let's get into some frightening 4chan stories. This is the story of how I first heard about the Osage reign of terror. It's also the story of a man named Darrell, whose grandson Frank told me the story, and it starts off with what Frank called a ghost storm. I'm working in Oklahoma for a month. Boss man unexpectedly gives everyone

the day off. With pay. Nice. I'm at my motel that night, sitting in the doorway, in a little collapsible chair, staring out at the field across from my room. It's late. Everyone else is asleep. I don't remember what I was thinking about, but at some point I hear a storm approaching. I love storm, so I sit there waiting for it. I hear it roll across the field towards me. It comes right up to my doorstep where I'm sitting. There is not a single drop of rain. In fact, the sky is perfectly clear, and I can see the stars, not a cloud in sight, but I can literally hear what sounds like a heavy rain all around me. I kind of feel something brushed past my face as the storm moves over the motel. Then everything goes quiet again. I wasn't spooked, just confused,

ended up concluding that it was probably some natural phenomenon, maybe electrical, because I definitely felt it around my face and hair. Next morning, it's my day off, so I get up late, decide to hit up a diner down the road for some grub. I missed the breakfast rush, so it's a ghost town in there. Just me and some old man drinking coffee at the counter. He strikes up a conversation with me. Basic small talk bullshit. I mentioned the weird occurrence the night before.

Keep in mind, I'm still looking for a normal explanation. I asked the guy if he knows what it might have been. He seems interested. Ask me what I heard. I described the sound to him. I mentioned how I thought it was a storm at first, but there was no rain. The old guys looking at me real intently now. He asked if I felt anything.

Yeah, I felt something on my face and hair, kind of like walking through spider webs. Long story short, he mentions how there are stories of a ghost storm that passes through the area. People describe it as an intense hissing that sounds just like heavy rainfall, pretty much exactly what I heard.

He says in the stories, the storm passes over the person and that's it. Talk about a lame fucking legend. I'm in Snoresville. But the guy seems interested that I apparently witnessed it. He says most stories are from long ago, none really from the present day. He also mentions that the ghost storm is sometimes associated with death. Kind of like a banshee, I guess?

For you clue of this fuckers, people claim to hear the scream of a banshee, then later someone dies. I mentioned this to the old man. Suggests that maybe the ghost storm is some sort of electrical phenomenon. Maybe Europeans experienced it when they came over. associated the Landoys with the Banshee from back home. And boom, you've got the local legend he describes. I pat myself on the back for solving the mystery. But the guy says no.

According to him, the legend goes back to a meeting between the Osage and the Cherokee. He tells me that he's actually part of the Osage nation. His grandpa's hold him the legend as a kid. He used to tell to us every year, he says. Then he'd tell us about his own experiences. Okay, no more Snoresville. I love native history and especially love native lore. I ask if he'd mind telling me his grandpa's stories.

He's reluctant at first. It's really long, he says. There's kind of a lot of it. I tell him it's my day off, so I've got nothing but time. I have to prod him a bit, but he finally agrees. So he hobbles over to my Ruth, introduces himself as Frank, and slides into the seat across from me.

Then he begins to tell me a crazy fucking story. It's got a lot of history, a bit of folklore, and a nice little murder mystery too. And it goes a little something like this. Cue Native American drums. The Osage were once considered to be one of the fiercest Native American tribes. At upwards of six feet, they were much taller than most Europeans, and they loved raiding.

Early on in American history, the fur trappers who were drawn near the Osage territories were constantly attacked and killed. The United States decides that it's time to stop playing around. So they armed the enemies of the Osage, and encourage them to go to battle with each other. A series of inter-tribal skirmishes follow. Eventually, the raids are quelled and the Osage are pacified.

They ultimately sign a series of treaties with the U.S., and that, my friends, is the beginning of dark times for the Osage people. Soon after signing away their traditional lands, smallpox ravages the tribe. Right around this time, the U.S. tells them, you guys got us to get addle. We need more room for white settlers. Most of the Osage lay dead or dying. The rest are forcibly moved out of west into Cherokee territory,

where the survivors make rough camps. The land's not very good for farming. The Osage began to starve. Then the American Civil War breaks out. At the same time, the Cherokee in the creek are vying for control over native tribal politics. They fight bloody battles against each other. The Osage are right in the middle of all of this,

surrounded by war and starving to death. As if to add insult to injury, the United States never paid them what they were owed for their traditional lands. This once proud tribe of fierce warriors doesn't even have a place that they can call their own. When the wars were over, the Osage sent a delegation to Washington, D.C. They plead their case. They beg the United States to honor its debt and to pay the Osage what they're owed for giving up their ancestral home. Congress debates the matter, and they decide the Osage have a point.

A resolution has passed. The U.S. honors its debt. and pays the Osage in full. The tribe is saved. But they still need a home. The Osage decides they'll use some of the money they received to purchase the piece of the Cherokee reservation that they've been occupying all this time. But the Cherokee are hesitant to sell.

They tell the Osage a really weird story. The land they're attempting to buy is home to a mysterious spirit. The Cherokee encountered it during the famous Trail of Tears. They heard it passing overhead one day, like thunder. It seems to be following them. Its presence was like a roar of a river, and it scared the people. But their medicine man assured them, it's just an old spirit, he said. It doesn't like being disturbed.

They asked him what sort of spirit it was. It protects the land, and it is the land, he said. He told them all to keep marching and to stay out of its way, and it would leave them alone. The medicine man was old, and he died not long after. But the Cherokee did, as he said. They kept away from the place where the spirit was most often hurt. Over time, they simply stopped speaking of it altogether. The elders broke this taboo to warn the Osage.

The land they were trying to purchase it. That's where the spirit lived. Obviously, the Osage are scared by this, but they're also not deterred. They've been living on that land now for quite a while, and they've never encountered the spirit the Cherokee speak of. Besides, they need a home, and they don't know what else to do. They insist on purchasing the land, and the Cherokee eventually sell. The Osage Reservation is born, and they lived happily ever after, right? Yeah, not exactly.

Settlers continued to push further west. The Osage were concerned that ultimately they'd be shoved off their land again. The elders came together for a meeting to decide what to do. It's during this meeting, according to the legend, that a spirit appeared to them. It was just how the Cherokee described it. The spirit's presence was like a roaring of a river. The spirit told the Osage that dark days still. lie ahead, that their home would be occupied by foreigners, that the land would be ripped apart and ravaged. It told them that it had watched over this place for a very long time, garden it, but its time was coming to an end.

It told the elders that they would need to watch over the land themselves now, and in exchange for taking on this burden, the spirit would reel something to them that would allow the Osage to maintain control over their home. So the elders listened as the spirit explained everything. When it was finished, the spirit told them. them that it would always be there in the land, and that the Osage needed to remember it. Then it left. The sound of the roaring river left with it. The Osage leaders were amazed. One more time, they sent a delegation to Washington, D.C. This time, they didn't go to beg and plead. They went

to negotiate. Following the spirit's advice, they sacrificed their land. They opened it for outsiders to use on the condition that the Osage would retain the right to the subsurface of their reservation. The federal government agreed and passed a resolution stealing the deal. The terms laid out by the Osage meant that any minerals that might be discovered on their land, tin, gold, whatever, belonged to the Osage people. And as it turned out, their reservation was sitting on a gold mine, not literal gold, black gold. One of the largest oil deposits in the entire United States, the Osage nation was rich.

The riches were evenly divided among the tribal members. members. Every Osage man and woman was given an equal right of the oil. This equal share was called a head right. Upon death, one's head rights would go to the next of the kin. Everything changed for the Osage overnight. Luxury cars and chauffeurs, fine clothes, you name it. And that's where Daryl comes in. Frank tells me, that lifestyle attracted some real bad people. My grandpa told me about it. Darrell, Frank's grandpa, lived next door to a woman named Anna. She was a friendly, talkative lady, nice as could be. She was also Darrell's closest friend. Normally, she'd be out in the yard ten in her garden, but one day, Daryl doesn't see her all day. He doesn't find this odd at first.

He knows for a fact that Anna went to her sister's house the night before. Usually she's back the same night, but maybe she stayed. But a couple of days passed and Anna's still not back. Darrell's worried. He decides to pay Anna's sister a visit to make sure everything's okay. She was right here the other night. Anna's sister tells Darrell, but she left. I thought she went home. Now Darrell's really worried. He suspects the worst. He marches up to the sheriff's office and reports Anna missing. A few days later, Anna is found. Or rather, her body is. Down in a gulch, gunshot to the back of the head. Daryl and Anna's sister go down to identify the body together. It's hard. on both of them. For days afterward, Darrell can't get the image out of his head, Anna's lifeless face.

She actually looked at peace. He thinks about Anna's final moments, imagining what it must have been like for her. He weeps. And that's just the beginning. When Anna's body is found, her head right goes to her mother, but two months later, her mother turns up dead too. Even stranger, the sheriff's office has ruled Anna's death as accidental. Accidental my ass, thanks Darrell. She had a bullet hole in her head. Darrell knows there was foul play, but can he prove it? And who would want to kill Anna and her mother anyway? It suddenly dawns on him.

Maybe Anna was killed for her head right. Head rights go to next to the kin. Maybe someone in her family is trying to cash in on that oil money. But this theory doesn't seem to pan out. First of all, Anna's cousin winds up dead, so that means no head right for him. Then Anna's sister dies. her house blows up in a freak accident and kills her instantly her husband succumbs to his injury stays later no head right for either of them later darrell learns that the freak accident was no accident at all

police discovered a bomb had been planted under the house the evidence is piling up for darrell this is serial murder plain and simple what he can't figure out is who might be behind it it's beginning to drive him a little crazy he goes up to anna's sister's house on day and just stands there staring at the rubble, but all he can see is the image of Anna's lifeless body in his mind. And that's the first time he hears it. He's crying as a thunderstorm approaches. He barely notices as the sound of it passes over him. He feels a sensation like something soft rushing past his face, and he looks up. He hears the rain all around him, only there's no rain. He listens as this thunderstorm passes overhead. Then it's all quiet again. Daryl is stunned. He takes it as

a sign. Anna's spirits is restless. She's calling him to do something so that she can be at peace. Darrell marches up to the sheriff's office. He volunteers to help with the investigation. Says he can help make phone calls, dig through the files, whatever they need. But the sheriff tells Darrell that his grief will only get in the way. Go home and let us do our job. The sheriff stares him right in the eye as he says, I don't want you, getting yourself hurt. It comes off as a threat. Darrell reluctantly leave. But he's paying close attention now. He's paying attention when the sheriff's office arrests a man in connection to the deaths.

He's paying attention when the man is released. No charges. Darrell asks around. Nobody really knows much about this man. He's not Osage. There are rumors he's affiliated with some local gangs, but nothing concrete. Daryl's paying attention to the papers too. An Osage man, unrelated to Anna, is found shot dead in his car.

Another found poisoned on the next. to train. Darrell's not the only one paying attention now. He's been going around asking questions. Other tribal members notice. They think, what if he's right? They begin to fear what Darrell suspected all along. Someone is targeting the Osage for their head rights. Nobody is safe. Then, as if to prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt, the son of an Osage chief dies. His name was George Bigheart, and he was poisoned. Doctors call it accidental poisoning, whatever that means. Big Hart dies in a crowded ward in Oklahoma City Hospital, but luckily, not before making a call. He was frantic on the phone, telling his attorney that he had damning evidence linking someone to the murders on the reservation.

The specifics of the conversation are unknown, but whatever Big Hart said, the attorney came away spooked. He rang the sheriff's office immediately. Hospital staff recall him speaking angrily on the phone. The attorney informed the sheriff's office that he was currently in possession of certain documents provided to him by Bigger's office. They were related to the murders. The attorney intended to raise a big stink over it. He got off the phone and hopped on a train bound for the reservation. He carried a briefcase with him.

He was going to meet with the sheriff in person. Unfortunately, the attorney never made it. His body was found tossed off the train. His skull bashed in. The briefcase was missing. By this point, Daryl's at his wits ends. He knows whoever killed Anna is still out there. and they're going to keep killing unless somebody does something.

Well, somebody tries. It seems the mysterious stats attract some attention. A group of well-dressed white men arrive on the reservation. They claim to work for a little government outfit called the Bureau of Investigation, later to become the FBI. Right away, it's clear that there's tension between the Sheriff's Office and the Bureau Boys. There's never any public statement made about this, of course. A rumor spread.

The Sheriff's Office is stonewalling the investigative. People say someone was found destroying evidence documents. There's another rumor too. The non-osage man that the sheriff's office originally arrested, the one who was never charged. People say he made a confession while in custody. In his confession, he implicated a man named Bill Hale. According to this man, Hale offered him money to kill Anna and her family. This revelation stuns Daryl. It stuns everybody.

Actually, Bill Hale is no. obscure figure. He's a white man who's lived on the reservation for decades. Whereas the Osage tribe became wealthy overnight through their oil reserves, Hale earned his fortune slowly over time through the cattle trade. He's known to be shrewd, stubborn, and tough. People say he's got every local politician in his back pocket, tribal law enforcement too. He's been accused of crimes before, but never faced any jail time. If Hale was indeed involved in Anna's death, it would explain why the sheriff's office is stonewalling the bureau boys. It might explain what George Bighart knew too, and why he was poisoned. It would also explain the sheriff's odd warning to Daryl. I don't want

you getting yourself hurt. It's not perfect, but at least Daryl now has a theory. Hale is attempting to increase his fortune by going after people's head rights. He's hiring men to do his killing for him. Maybe he's even got people on the inside too, family members that he splits the oil money with. The sheriff's office knows something about this. But are they really in on the murders, or are their hands simply tied by Bill Hale's power and influence? It doesn't really matter. Daryl's been looking for a fight, for a way to make himself feel like he's bringing Anna's killer to justice. It's decided. Bill Hale is behind the murders. That's all there is to it. Law enforcement is either protecting the cattleman or they're afraid to go after him. Either way,

Daryl has no choice. He's got to take the law into his own hands. Daryl imagines Hale ordering Anna's murder. He thinks of the sign he received. from Anna that day at Anna's sister's house. These things cloud his mind. It's late in the day when he's driving home from work. The sun is setting when he enters his house to grab this gun. The reservation is dark as he marches towards Bill Hale's Ranch. He's all alone.

In the distance, a storm is coming. Hiking up a small hill that overlooks Hale's Ranch. Daryl can make out four men who appear to be guarding the entrance. They're all armed. But Daryl doesn't care. He isn't thinking anymore. From where he's standing, he can see the main house on the front of the front of the ranch. Bill Hale's probably in there right now. He has a wife and children all around him.

They're all still alive and Anna's dead. Daryl makes his way down the hill. Like a possessed man, he marches towards his own death. The men guarding the entrance don't notice him at first. He manages to get pretty close before they do. One of the men shouts a warning, tells Darrell he's approaching private property. The man draws his weapon, shouts another warning. Daryl is almost at the gate now. He lifts his gun, fires off two shots, hits one man square in the chest, another in the arm. They both drop to the ground. The two men left standing draw their weapons and fire at Darrell, but he rushes behind a large barn. The sound of approaching rain is momentarily drowned out by a hail of gunfire. Darrell is concerned here, and he knows it. The moment that he steps out from all around

the barn, the men will unload their pistols. But he's not given up. The plan was to reach the main house, Darrell's not going to stop till he gets there. Daryl's going to make Bill Hale pay. He readies himself to face the two men. He thinks, this is it. That's when the storm comes in. The roar spreads over the ranch. It sounds like rain, but there's not a drop in sight.

Darrell feels the familiar sensation of something brushing past its face. On the other side of the barn, the men are shouting. They fire off a few rounds. But at what? The storm sound is almost deafening now. There's more shouting but the gunshots have stopped. stopped. Daryl peaks out. The men are racing towards the main house. The air is filled with the hissing sound of a heavy rain. Daryl's eyes are drawn to the first too many shot. They're lying

on the ground. Daryl goes over and kneels beside them. The one he's shot in the chest is obviously dead. But the one he shot in the arm? What happened to him? His face is swollen and purple, like he took a severe beating. He's not breathing. In the distance, the shouts of the men have become screams of agony. is frightened. What the hell is going on here? Somehow in the midst of his fear, the image of Anna flashes in his mind. He looks at the too many killed. The feeling of guilt overwhelms him. His fingers go numb, and he drops his gun. He scrambles to his feet and hurries away from the ranch. As he raises home, he continues to hear the roar of a storm in the distance, and just under that,

he can just make out the men's agonized screams. The next day, when Darrow wakes up, There's one thought on his mind. What the hell happened last night? He's not sure how to explain it. It's the same thing he experienced at Anna's sister's house, but more intense. It felt angry. Was it Anna's spirit? Or something else?

Whatever it was, it saved Darrell's life. If it hadn't shown up when it did, Darrell would have stepped out from behind that barn, and Hale's men would have filled him with bullets. As he's thinking this, he remembers. I left my gun at the ranch last night. His heart sinks. the sheriff's office will find his gun.

Or maybe the bureau boys will. It doesn't matter. They'll trace it back to Darrell. Then they'll haul him off to prison. For a brief moment, Darrell considers skipping town. But instead, he sits down and waits to be arrested. Maybe it's the guilt from killing those two men. Maybe it's the fact that he failed Anna.

He was supposed to bring her justice. Whatever the reason, he sits there and waits for the authorities. While he waits, he picks up a book and begins to read. It's a book on O'Sse. Osage history. It's as he's reading it, that he remembers a weird legend, a story about how the Osage bought their land from the Cherokee, and now the Cherokee warned them about a spirit that resided on the land. He remembers the description of it, a roaring like a river. Is that what he heard? According to the stories, the spirit went away, never to return. Did it come back last night for

some reason? And if so, why? A squad car rolls up to Darrell's house right about then. It's the sheriff. He's alone. He calls Darrell over and says, We heard there was a gunfight out on Bill Hale's property last night. Daryl is silent. He sees his gun sitting in the sheriff's passenger seat. Four men are dead, says the sheriff. One man shot through the chest, three bludged into death.

Daryl thinks about the man with a swollen face. Or the other two men also found this way? That's four murders total. The sheriff should be arresting him by now. But instead, he grabs Darrell's gun and hands it to him. Unfortunately, no evidence was found linking enemies of the crime. Daryl doesn't move. The sheriff forces the gun into Daryl's hand.

Be careful out there, he says. Whoever killed those men hasn't been caught. I don't need anybody else getting hurt. Before he leaves, he says one last thing. I'm going to make things right. Then the sheriff pulls out of the driveway and drives away. Not long afterwards, Bill Hale is arrested. The Bureau boys were able to put a case together with the sheriff's help.

The reservation breathes a collective sigh of relief. The murders have come to an end. Later, Darrell learns that Hale won't be charged for Anna's murder. There's too much missing evidence for that, but the Bureau was able to link Hale to the murder of Anna's cousin. He'll face life in prison for it. It's not exactly justice for Anna, but Darrell accepts it. A year later, he's visiting Anna's grave.

It's the first time he's seen her stone. He realizes that all this time, he hasn't actually been looking to find peace for Anna's spirit. He never accepted her to death. He didn't know how to let her go, so he wasn't able to find peace within himself. Seeing her grave makes it real for the first time. Darrell breaks down in tears. In the distance, a storm approaches. It rumbles over the country. It rolls over the cemetery. It passes over Darryl. As he cries, he feels the raindrops falling from the sky. They land on his hands. They cover him completely. When the storm passes, he's a lot of the storm. He's a lot of the storm. He's

all out of tears. That's a hell of a story I tell Frank. I can't think of anything else to say. Frank says his grandpa used to sit him down every spring and tell that story. Always in the spring, he said, because that's when Anna died. Later in his life, Frank wondered if his grandpa made the whole thing up. He read everything he could on Osage history. In his readings, he came upon something. They call it the Osage reign of terror. A string of murders linked to the Osage headwrites. Most of the information Frank found matches the story his grandpa told him. Some things never turned up, though. He can never find anything about the Cherokees believing in a spirit that lived on the Osage Reservation, or of the meeting between the Cherokee elders and the Osage. But he grew up hearing stories

about the ghost storm from people in town. His grandpa used to tell him that was the same spirit he encountered. It was just weaker now. I asked Frank if he believes that. Frank shrugs. If you heard my grandpa tell it, you'd believe it too. after that Frank and I parted ways but I'm going to be honest his story hit me later that night hard I was just standing in the doorway of my motel staring out to the field across the parking lot I had worked the next day and I needed to get to bed but I ended up daydreaming for a long time I thought about the Osage marching through that field starving looking for a place to say I thought about the sheriff finding Anna's body out there I thought about Frank's grandpa

marching through the night to avenge his friend. It made me think. When I first saw the field, I thought it was dry and ugly. But some people spent their lives on that land. They killed and died for it. It's crazy that we'll never even know the half of it. Anyways, good night, X. I hope you sleep well tonight.

And wow, that was a great story. This is probably one of my favorite stories I've ever read on the channel. I think just the real life, you know, connections, the history, the murder mystery. that was so ridiculously entertaining. I love that story. And during reading that, I kept thinking,

how good of a movie would this be? And it's actually already been made, Killers of the Flower Moon with Leonardo DiCaprio. And so if you really love this story, there's a movie, a full feature length of film on this. And yeah, it's a great story. I love that.

And it'd be really cool that this guy experienced this kind of firsthand telling of the story. That is so interesting. And if you enjoyed it as much as I did, please comment down below. I don't know if you guys will enjoy it as much as I did, but I love this story. This is probably one of the best 4chan stories I've ever read. Please leave your thoughts down below, but yeah, that was phenomenal.

On to the next one. I don't browse X often, but I have some good stories to share with you. Tons of creepy stuff happens in the wood I live nearby. Story 1.B8. Exploring the woods alone of my dog one morning. Don't expect anybody to be back there, so dog is off leash and running around, sniffing, whatever dogs do. I'm just following trails set by other animals, using a stick to clear spiderwebs in my way slash suspicious-looking plants, stuff like that. A creepy feeling gnaws at me the deeper I go into the woods.

Hear what faintly sounds like a human screaming in the distance. Dog perks up and looks at where the scream came from too. It's coming from deep in the woods. I stand there unsure what to do, feeling overly confident I decided to follow where the scream came from. first time in the woods alone too. Dog just went back to sniffing and running around. After what felt like an hour, I came across stuff that humans obviously left,

a couch sitting in the middle of nowhere, broken bike hanging in a tree, lots of beer bottles hanging around, looks like some teen hideaway. Carefully walk around the beer bottles and avoid all the crud laying around. After I walk a decent distance past it, I hear a scream behind me,

where I came from, realized dog has been gone for a while. Too scared to call my dog's name to draw attention to me, so I just stand there awkwardly looking for any signs of anything, kind of crouched down and then walk back. Still bright daylight, so I should be able to see anything off in the distance. Two minutes later, I hear heavy breathing. It's getting closer, and fast. Start freaking the fuck out. Look around. Swinging my stick like a maniac. Suddenly, dog jogs out of bush. Then pass me. Bloodily murder. Thought some madman was about to kill me. Skulled the dog silently. Realized,

dog shouldn't be ahead of me, runs to grab dog's collar and put leash on. Continuing my ninja walk towards where I thought the scream came from. Didn't see or hear anything after what felt like an hour and a half of searching. Walked back home. Didn't tell my parents what I heard, because they'd just freak out and not let me back in. Story two, maybe a year after last incident, so nine-ish at the time, riding bike in the woods with my friend. Morning again. Friend is easily scared, thinks there's snakes around every corner, poisonous spiders

that'll hunt them down alive, except. I calm him down and tell them, I walk through those trails a thousand times, probably actually only ten times. Find some trail that I'd never followed before. Now the creepy feeling starting to build back up on the back of my neck. Ignore it, keep going. I want to see where this trail goes. Friend complains it's creepy. Trees, plants are all dead, etc. I tell them it's fucking fall. Of course the trees are going to have no leaves and look dead. Actually fall only began. Trees are only turning orange slash red, and most plants still have leaves. I'm getting scared myself, but nothing's happened yet, and I want to explore this new trail.

Come across a cabin in the middle of a field of grass. Friend doesn't want to approach it, of course. I ignore them and walk boldly ahead. Actually knocked on the door. Nobody answers. I push open the door and I look back. Friend is gone. Hear a scream coming from the cabin.

Run the fuck away. Look back. Cabin door closed while I was looking. Didn't find my friend until next day at school. Story three. This time it took place in night. I walk in the woods all the time with my dad. He loves nature.

He wants to go again tonight. Both of us bring a flashlight and my dog. Dad is holding the leash instead of letting dog run around because he doesn't want to lose the dog and I have to look for it at night. He finds the teen hangout spot with the couch and the bike hanging in the tree. Just keeps walking past it casually.

Dog is obviously freaking out though. Whining. Trying to pull my dad away. Dad and I keep looking around for whatever it could be that's freaking out the dog. Dog starts barking. We smack the dog to be quiet. Now, I can smell wood burning. Asked Dad if he smells it too.

He nods, but we don't see any fire. Figure maybe someone smoking or something, but it doesn't smell like that. Whatever, we'd keep walking because no flame. I shot my flashlight around and see two glimps appear mid-air off in the distance. Move my flashlight back. It disappeared.

But the bush around it is moving. Pull my dad's arm and whisper what I saw. He shines his flashlight at where I was looking. Doesn't see anything. Dog still refuses to calm down. Half an hour later, we hear what sounds like wolves slash coyotes howling. Wolves and coyotes are rare around here, but they do exist here. It's enough for my dad.

We walk back home. Dog starts pulling ahead with all of his might, slips out of Dad's hand. Dad and I screamed for his name. Too late, he disappeared off into the darkness. We chase after it, calling its name. I look back behind me. I can see a dark shape disappear behind some tree in the moonlight. I'll look forward and keep running.

Dog actually ran all the way back home. Story four. By the way, this took place in the early 90s. Sorry, I didn't have a camera back then. Didn't go in the woods for a while. Sat around and played video games. Eight, watch TV, typical Amerifat stuff. Decide to go again one day.

Probably 11 at the time. I remembered that cabin in the woods. I asked my friend, different friend, if he wants to check it out too. He brings his dog and I bring mine. walking to where I think the cabin is. It's after school, but we still have many hours of daylight left. We're just chatting away while our dogs chase and play with each other, run around, sniffing, etc.

Dogs disappear after a few minutes. We call their names and they come back, but then they just jog away again. Same direction. We follow. Find a dead deer with an enormous gut because of all the maggots and juices in it. Head is missing, though. Poked it with stick. Typical stuff kids do when they encounter death.

Ignore and keep walking. Half an hour later we find another dead one. Again, the head is missing. Joke with my friend that deer skulls are used for black magic. Finally, we find the cabin. We're staying off in the distance, but in clearing and in clear view of cabin. Debating if we should go check it out or not. After a few minutes, see a window curtain move and a shape looking back at us.

Friend sees it too. Definitely has a hairy-as-fuck mask. Actually looks like a deer head. I didn't make the connection until a year later. we were stupid as fuck back then, on or something, doesn't look fully human. We stand there not knowing what to do. Figure in cabin moves, the curtain back, and disappears. Two minutes later, another curtain opens, this time it's upstairs.

Same figure. It stares at us. We're getting nervous about what it's planning on doing, but we're too curious to leave. So we just stand there looking at each other for what feels like 10 minutes. Curtain closes and figure disappears again. Now we're getting scared, wondering what I'll do next. We walk back in the woods and hide behind trees while watching the cabin. The cabin door opens. Same figure with Harry Mask.

Steps out on the porch. Looking for us. Starts walking towards us. Oh shit. Oh shit. We use Aane bolted back home. Later, a friend tells us we got to go back there again. I refuse to go there without my dad.

Story number six. A year later, Dad still remembers his promise. Makes the preparation to spend a week in the cabin. He uses vacation time, everything. He's a determined fucker. friend, his dad, and the two dogs are coming along too. We actually see the figure upstairs as rocking towards it. We get to the cabin just before dark and knock on the door.

Of course, we're ignored. Body slam time. Breaks up with less effort than last time. We get in, search the whole place. Of course nobody's there. Set up camp, water, food, books, guns, etc. We all slept together in a living room for protection. Dad decides him and friend's dad will take turns staying up.

We didn't need to bring a lamp and oil. already was there. We light it and used it throughout the night. We told each other ghost stories and shit like that late into the night. Dog started barking in the middle of the night. Wake up to find lamp burnt out. In the moonlight, I could see a figure outside looking in from the window. Freaked the fuck out. Figure disappears under the window behind the wall. Both dads jolt awake and grabs his gun. Nobody else saw the figure, but this time we're much more careful. And all of us shared the watch duty this time. Nothing happened for the rest of the night. But holy shit, shit, I was still freaking out, that it got so close without learning us. Next day, we cooked our food

and ate breakfast. Just pretty much a normal camping experience for the rest of the day. We stuck together close, though. Friend and I went exploring in the woods with my dog. I was entrusted with a gun. Dad and friend's dad kept the other dog. In the hindsight, it was a stupid idea to let us in the woods back then. If you fear for your child's safety so much that you have to give him a gun, just don't let him go. So we're walking around. following trails, just having fun. Dog is kept on the leash, though, because in the back of my minds, we are both terrified. Maybe some four minutes after exploring, we find another dead deer without a head. Man, this is getting old, I recall my friend saying, for me, it was just more evidence

that it's still around. We find some stream and throw rocks into it. I set down the gun against a tree, and friend let go of the dog to let it run around as we relax and chat about girls. Eventually, we can't ignore the creepy feeling anymore. I get my gun, and we call it dog over. It doesn't come back. We nervously walked back to the cabin, still calling for the dog the whole time. Dad and friend's dad was sitting around in the living room with dog resting in between. When we get back, Dad asked if we found anything interesting. No, but now the dog went missing. He just froze for a moment. I don't think he even breathed. Calmly got up and everybody went looking for my dog. Never came back. We kept looking around until just before dark. We went back

into the cabin only to find everything trashed, all of the water gone, all of the gas gone, all of the food and bullets were thrown around outside of the cabin and stomped into the dirt. The guns themselves were emptied of bullets and our flashlights were destroyed. Bullets are useless. We don't have any food or water or any light. Fuck. We still had a handful of bullets, one gun, and one flashlight that we brought with us when we went looking for the dog.

We decided to spend the night in the cabin instead of walking through the woods in the dark with barely any protection. Decide to huddle together again in the living room. This time, two out of four people are on watch duty at all times. Nobody slept well that night, so we really, all four of us, were awake half of the time.

Whenever someone had to use the bathroom, we took the dog and the flashlight with us. Late in the night, we could hear footsteps in the basement. Dog perked up its ears, and I woke up my friend. Dad grabbed his gun and everyone just listened. Sounds like footsteps just walking around. This continues for maybe an hour

before Dad decides to go check it out. None of us want him to go alone. We all huddle around him as he holds the gun and slowly opens the door leading downstairs. Everybody get on the floor. Walks the dinosaur. Just kidding. Perfect time for that, though. By the time the door creaks open,

the footsteps have stopped. Dad actually stands at the top of the stairs for what feels like a minute before he took another step. He points down the gun, aiming just in case anything wants to jump. All of us stepped down after him and reached the bottom of the stairs,

flashlight searching the whole room. Basement is pretty empty, though. We checked everything. It's just not there. Impossible for it to pass on us on the stairs. Suddenly we hear footsteps upstairs. What the actual fuck? How does it keep disappearing and appearing like that?

Dad runs upstairs in rage. We all follow after him trying to stop him. We see the figure already outside, running away into the woods. Dad takes shots at it, then tries to chase after it once the bullets are gone. That ain't happening. Friend's dad, friend and I all restrained my dad. Dad finally calms down half an hour later. Everyone stayed awake the rest of the night. When the sun was high enough, we all headed back home without further incidents.

The next day, Dad and I came back to sit the cabin on fire, so it had no place to live. Moved away a year later. Friend didn't. Still have more to tell. Part 5. Three years later, I called my friend to get just in touch with him because we haven't talked to each other in so long. It wasn't long before we started talking about our experience. Friend said he went back a few months after he moved away, so the cabin was still burned to the ground, but something is weird about the cabin. He hesitated to go further.

Of course, I had to ask what was weird about it. Friend tried to avoid my questions, but I persisted. When he went back, the rubble from the cabin had been rearranged, and now formed a perfect circle of charred pieces around the perimeter of where the cabin stood. Nothing inside this circle except for one solitary thing. sitting in the middle of the circle was a headless, almost completely decomposed body of an animal. Another D.R. I asked my friend. No, he said. Your dog. Typing as I go. Sorry if it's a bit slow. Let me perface this story by telling you that it's been a long time since this happened.

While it is a true story, I've had to add some details to make sure the story flows in a somewhat coherent fashion because I don't remember absolutely everything that happened. Also, my sequence of events may be a little fucked up, but that doesn't change the fact that some of the images are still absolutely frozen in my mind. I was hoping my old retelling was still around because it came out pretty coherent. Anyway, when I was somewhere between 8 and 10 years old, I went camping with my Girl Scout troop. There were about 12 to 15 of us girls and two female leaders. The camp had six of those permanent tents, wooden platforms with canvas covering and bunks, Three to four were facing the main part of the camp.

Two were set back a bit in the woods behind the picnic shelter. Behind those two tents was a path that led to the lanterns. On the first day, we all picked out our sleeping spots, and our tent was one girl short. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening doing typical Girl Scout stuff, and we spent the evening around the fire singing in any marshmallows. The counselors finally made us go to bed around 10 p.m. When we got to our tent, we used our flashlights to find our bunks, and get settled in. It was around this time that we noticed that someone was sleeping and what had been

the empty bunk. We didn't think much of this as it wasn't really unusual for someone to arrive at camp later than the main group, and some of the girls had gone back to their camp before the fire time was over because they retired. I am a total insomniac, and it's even worse if I'm not in my own bed. This was true even back then. I tossed and turned trying to force myself to fall asleep that night, but it just wasn't happening. After doing this for an over an hour, I heard these springs of one of the other beds squeak like someone was getting up. I turned my head to see someone standing up from that previously empty cot. In the very low light, I could just make out the figure of someone standing, pausing for a moment, and then moving towards the front entrance of the tent.

The person opened the flap and left the tent. I figured that somebody just needed to go to the bathroom. I still couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd wait and see if I could tell who the girl was when she got back. I waited and waited, but I finally drifted off to sleep before the girl came back. When we woke up the next morning, we discovered that the bed was empty, and there were no blankets or suitcases near the bed. We talked to the other girls to try and figure out who had been in our tent, but we found out that nobody had came in late, and nobody was missing from our tents. Still, there's always a chance that one of the girls got pissed off at another girl in their tent and decided to switch for the night. That shit always happens with girls. That night, we spent a long

time around the campfire again. At some point during the evening, one of the girls stands up and starts walking towards the woods. The tents and shelter were in the opposite direction. As she got close to the tree line, one of the counselors called out to her to see what the heck she was doing, but she just kept walking straight into the woods. The counselor called to her another time, went after her. The other counselor did a headcount to try and figure out who was missing. When she got to the end, she stared at us and started counting again. The other counselor came back saying she couldn't see where the girl had gone, and she needed the bigger flashlight. When she asked who was missing, the counselor who had been trying to count us said, nobody.

The counselors even pulled out the roster to check us off, but we were all right there. We were all a little shaken up. So the counselors decided it was time for us to get to the bathrooms and get to bed. Everybody was a little creeped out by this. So we all went to the group to the bathroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth first. There was a large trough-style sink outside of the actual bathroom, so I was the one of the last to actually go to the toilets. As I was in there, I heard someone moving around and they stall next to me. I said something to her. As for TP, who knows? But she didn't answer me. I said, hello twice, but I still got no answer. When I finished, I knocked on the other stall door, but nobody answered even though I could still hear noises inside and the door was locked.

I went out and told one of the counselors who went back in with me to check it out. When we went in, the door was unlocked and there was nobody in there. There was no other way out of the bathroom besides the front entrance that I was standing no more than two feet from when I was talking to the counselor. The girls that were in the tents that were kind of separated from the others were a little freaked out, and they didn't want us to sleep out there. but since they were right next to the counselor's tent they were reassured and sent to bed. When we reached our tent, we saw that again, there was someone in the spare bunk.

This time we figured one of the girls from the far tent had snuck over in spite of what the counselors had said. And really, do you think any of us had enough balls to lift the blanket off that bed? We settled in for the night and I was wishing that I could fall asleep so that I didn't have to be awake alone. Soon enough, I could hear these snores of the other girls, and I was still staring at the ceiling of the tent. Soon enough, I heard the springs of one of the beds squeak again. I opened my eyes and stared at what was supposed to be our vanking cot. There was someone standing up again.

I could just make out the figure standing there in the dark. It stood there for about 30 seconds this time before it moved across the tent and out the flaps. Needless to say, I was pretty much shitting myself, but I was too scared to scream for a counselor because I was afraid that whatever it was was, would come back. I laid awake for what seemed like hours staring at the tent flap, hoping that it wouldn't open again. I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I remember, it was morning. Again, the cot was empty. This time, I told the counselors what I had seen, and they asked the girls at breakfast who had been in our tent, but none of the girls admitted

to being there. All of the girls in my tent had seen the figure on the cop both nights, but I was the only one who had seen it leave. That day was pretty sad at it because everyone was a bit on edge. but we eventually relaxed because of the bright sunshine and fun activities in order to keep our minds off of that evening. The counselors planned for us to have a bunch of snacks and games around the campfire that night. We had stuff for the little hand pies, banana boats, s'mores, and cinnamon apples. We were all planning on making absolute pigs out of ourselves. The counselors set up all the goodies in the picnic shelter, which was 30 to 40 feet from the campfire ring.

The girls would go over and set up their snack and bring it back to the fire to cook it. When I went over, there were a few girls' first. finished on up their snacks and they left before I had finished up making my banana boat. As I was adding my chocolate chips, there was a huge bang like a gunshot in the woods, and it was followed by yells that seemed to be coming from different directions. I dropped my snack and went running over the fire. Everyone had heard it, and some of the girls were near tears. As we sat there, we heard more noises and yells from the woods.

The fire was in the middle of a clearing surrounded by woods, and it was an awful feeling to realize how exposed we were. and that anybody could be out in the woods watching us. Instead of going to the lanterns that night, a lot of the girls just peed behind the tents, and the girls that were in the far tent were moved into our tent. In fact, we were consolidated into two or three tents by adding cots, and the counselors slept in the fourth tent. We were packed in like sardines, but everyone would sleep easier with more people nearby.

We also propped up one of the flashlights on the floor to illuminate the tent as we slept. I actually fell asleep pretty quickly that night because I had two sleep, nights before, but I ended up waking up at some point in the night because of some noise. I opened my eyes, but I found out that the tent was now dark. It seemed that the flashlight had died at some point, and as I managed to get my bearings, I realized that the noise I was hearing was the sound of someone getting up out of one of the cots. I nearly stopped breathing as I watched the figure stand. I had to shift my head this time to get a better look. It stood in one place even longer this time, and I couldn't stop watching. It seemed to be leaning over and looking at some

of the other girls, and it started to make its way between the cots towards the front flaps. As it neared my cot, I snout my eyes shut and tried to slow my breathing, pretending I was sleeping. I could hear it come even with my bed, and it stood there for a long time. I presume it was staring at me, but I wasn't about to open my eyes and find out. Eventually, it moved past me, and I heard the sound of the tent flap being opened. I still kept my eyes shut tight because I was so afraid that it was trying to trick me. That's when I heard the most god-awful noise I've ever heard. One of the posters in the other thread posted a video of cats talking,

and I had to say that was pretty accurate, but it was much louder. It didn't sound like a human or an animal. The sound seemed to be coming from outside of our tent but nearby. But all of a sudden, the girls in the next tent started screaming like they were being murdered. Of course, our tent responded in kind, and all of our flashlights were switched on in rapid succession. We could hear the other girls still screaming and running out of their tent. we all stumbled out of our tent to see what the hell was going on. By the time we made it out, most of those girls were near the fire pit,

and the counselors were headed for them. From what the girls were able to relate, they heard the horrible noise outside, and that's when they saw someone or something enter their tent. In all of the confusion, nobody saw exactly what had entered, but they had seen the figure open the tent flap. The counselors tried to consult the girls, but the one that was particularly brave took a flashlight and headed toward the tent. She searched the tent, but she couldn't find anyone or anything.

We spent the rest of the night all jammed together in a group near the fire, and not a single one of us got any sleep. The next morning, we decided to pack up and leave early after one of the counselors discovered that the door to the dining hall have been opened, and things have been moved around. Nobody but the counselors had access to the dining hall, and the doors had been padlocked the night before. Wow, that last one was creepy, and as the title says, frightening. and that wraps up today's 4chan stories. And I loved all three of these. The first and the third were my definite favorite. The second one was creepy.

Had a great ending. But yeah, I hope you enjoyed these three as much as I did. These were probably some of the best 4chan stories I've ever read on the channel, to be honest. I just loved the first one because, you know, it was the history with the, you know, creepy mythology and all that stuff and also the real world basis

and all that other stuff. And the third one was just creepy because we don't know what the hell was stalking them. and that poor girl saw them. But hopefully no one got hurt, and it sounds like they got out of there all right. And the second story, that guy's poor dog. Rest in peace.

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