Snook - Horrifying TRUE Scary Stories

Episode Date: March 26, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another scary stories video. And today I've got some more subscribers submitted stories and you guys have been killing it with the submissions. So many scary, true stories. You guys have been through a lot. So thank you for sharing that with the channel so other people can learn about your stories and stuff like that. But your guys' stories are super entertaining. And if you want your story read in a future video, send it to this email here on screen. And thank you so much for sending in the stories. And also thank you. you all for stopping by and watching the channel. I appreciate more than anything. And please like the video and subscribe to the channel if you aren't already. The channel goal is 500,000 subscribers.

So we're kind of closing in on that pretty quick. So subscribe. And yeah, you guys are the best. And I'm excited to get into these scary stories. So welcome to some horrifying true scary stories. Hey, Snook. My name is Cuba. I'd like to tell you about a creepy story that happened to me during my student exchange program in Malta. Starting from the beginning, it was my last year of primary school. And my school was part of a student exchange program, so I decided to test my luck and I signed up to go to another country to study, experience the culture, and explore. I was thrilled when I made the list of students going to Malta because it was my first time traveling abroad. The flight went smoothly, and we landed at around 2 a.m. There were seven students, including me and four

teachers. A driver picked us up to take us to the homes where we would be staying with local families for the week. Everyone had a host family, and then it was my term. Unfortunately, I was told I would be staying alone, but I didn't think much of it. We kept driving until around 2.40 a.m. when we arrived in a wealthy district of the city where I was supposed to stay. My teacher jokingly said he was jealous that I was staying in such a fancy neighborhood. Every house had a name with villa in it, like Villa Las Vegas or Villa New York. Eventually, we arrived at a house named Villa Los Angeles. One of my teachers and I knocked on the door, but no one answered. We could only hear dogs barking and a TV blasting loudly. My teacher double-checked with the others if we

had the correct address. Then the door suddenly opened and we saw a completely drunk older man who looked genuinely confused about our visit. He tried to shut the door, but before he could, His wife, wearing only a robe, said my name, invited me inside, and apologized for the confusion. My teacher gave me a look that said, it'll be okay. But this wasn't the kind of welcome I had expected. I said goodbye to my teacher and stepped inside. Around the corner, I noticed a lot of empty beer bottles and other alcohol containers. I hope that, despite the late hour, the woman would at least show me where the bathroom was or something. But instead, she led me upstairs to a room and said, We'll sort everything out tomorrow, but for now, just go to sleep.

Be quiet, though, because the boys are already sleeping. That surprised me. According to the driver and organizers, I was supposed to be alone. But the moment I saw the room, a red flag went up, it was a large room with two sets of bunk beds. And on each one, there were men who were clearly over 23 years old. The room was messy, covered in their clothes and empty beer bottles. In the middle of the room between the beds, there was a dirty mattress on the floor. a fan and a broken window behind it. Something about the whole situation felt off. I had this overwhelming

feeling that I was in danger, danger that I wouldn't be able to escape if I stayed in that house. I quickly texted my teachers, explaining the situation and asking to be moved. They were alarmed by what I described. They got in their car and told me they'd be there in five minutes. I carefully made my way out of the room, trying not to wake anyone or step on a bottle. I didn't close the door behind me to avoid making noise. But as I was going down the stairs, I suddenly heard a voice behind me. Hey, are you the student staying with us? Where are you going with that suitcase? One of the guys from the room was now awake. His empty bunk gave it away. I tried to tell him that there was a mistake that I had ended up in the wrong house. Oh, okay, if you say so, he replied. Then casually walked back

into the room, leaving the door open. I continued down the stairs with my suitcase and stood by the front door, waiting. I only had to wait three minutes, but during that time, I had the eerie feeling that someone was watching me. It was too dark to tell who. Finally, I heard my teacher's voice outside. As I turned the handle to open the door, I glanced back at the house one last time, and that's when I saw them. Two pairs of eyes were staring at me from inside the room where I was supposed to sleep. I bolted to my car with my suitcase. My teachers reported the situation to the program. Organizers were failing to provide a safe living arrangement,

but on the way back we heard something even more unsettling. The driver, who had been waiting for me to get into the car, noticed something. He saw the woman in the robe watching him from behind the curtain at the window. She had no expression on her face. But the moment she realized he was looking back at her, she, as he described it, disappeared unnaturally fast. I don't know what would have happened if I stayed in that room, and I don't want to find out.

What matters is that after the incident, I was placed in a normal home with a normal family for the rest of the week. Please forgive my writing. It's hard to write a story in English. I am from Cambodia, so horror-themed stories aren't out of the ordinary. And thank you for sending in the story, and no worries on your English. It'll be fine. This happened when I was younger.

I think around six. I am not sure if it's just my imagination or it happened, but I remember it traumatized me to the point I refused to go back to my hometown. The majority of my family, mom's side, lives in the countryside. My mom is the third youngest out of 10 siblings. So when the oldest of the siblings died, we went to the countryside for the funeral. Mind you, this is when the Kuma Rokes' influence is dying down, but still present. This happened on the second day I was out there. Just for a simple picture, there is three roads that leads to the market.

One is a busy road that we are not allowed on. The second road leads to the middle of the market, and the third road leads to the far end of the market near a lake. There's this house near the lake that's been abandoned ever since I could remember. My older brother and I would walk across it to get to the market from time to time and would wonder what the history behind it was. Mind you, a lot of houses were abandoned, so we did not think much of it at the time. We would walk across it so often that the horrific side of it did not bother us one bit.

Until that day. It was the second day of the funeral, and we had a feast that night. Our family was big, so the feast was loud and uncles were getting drunk, despite this being a funeral. Since me and my brother was young, but old enough to be on our own and wasn't allowed alcohol, we were tasked to go buy more at a nearby store that still opens at night. The store is by the market and we could have taken the road closest to us, but we wanted to relax and just talk. So my brother came up with the idea to walk by the road near the lake. It was nighttime around 7 p.m. So we didn't really think it would be an issue since people were still awake and the lights on their porch were still

on. So as we walked and talked, we turned the corner to where the abandoned house was. For some reason, my brother thought it would be a good idea to push me onto the lawn of that house and run off. And being a six-year-old kid, my reaction time was slow, and I didn't realize what happened until he was gone, like disappear type of gone. I was alone. It took me a while to fully understand that I was alone in an abandoned house. I didn't think much of it and just got up and tried to walk off the tall, grassy lawn, but I couldn't move. I don't know. It felt like the grass had wrapped itself around my legs. I do not know what I felt at that moment, maybe fear. It didn't matter what I felt, though, since I was interrupted by the sudden echoes of noise surrounding me. It was as

if someone had flipped a switch on a DJ. I heard humming. I heard giggles of children. All I heard were sounds, but I couldn't see. I heard things. I don't remember what it was, but all I remembered was fear. I was scared, but I do not know what I was scared of. I did not know if this is real or fake. I did not know if I was truly in danger. The noises became louder and louder behind me. But I was too scared to move. I could feel it creeping closer and closer. You know the gut feeling you get when you're being watched or if someone is close behind you in line. I think that was what I was feeling. I was struggling to breathe and I could not find the voice to scream for help. The noise crept closer and I could hear an unfamiliar voice of a man and a woman behind me, just humming or was it

singing. I do not remember. But I heard a familiar voice, a woman, a familiar woman's voice that I heard often my childhood. I heard her scream, a loud, blood-curdling scream, as if trying to break me from my trance, or maybe it wasn't at me. Maybe it was at the things behind me. I do not know. I don't know where it came from, but it was enough for me to finally move my body. I broke free and ran off. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe, and like an idiot, I turned to look back. I saw nothing. I still do not know what happened back there. It seemed like a dream. When I finally reached home, I waited for my brother to come back, and when he did, I tattled on him to my mom. I watched as he scolded, and he was. He scolded.

and felt like I got my revenge. That night, as I was sleeping, I saw a silhouette that came and left so fast I thought it was a dream. But I didn't dwell on it much. I was a kid and never one told me I had a creative brain. The next day, as my brother and I walked to the market, we were going to take the second path since I refused to take the one closest to the lake. But we saw adults running back and forth from the lake area, so out of curiosity, we checked.

The adults, of course, pushed us away and said we were too young, so we just shrugged and went on our way. I only found out years later from my mom's gossiping, friends that they found a child's dead body there on the day of the funeral. Could it have been me? This is the house, by the way, and this is the picture attached. I never thought I'd have a story to suggest, but since your recent, today I fucked up, I had a day, and I fucked up. Thank you for sharing, and let's get into it. My 25F best friend who's 30F is from another country.

and lives in Canada too now. I decked her manipulative emotionally and mentally abusive boyfriend. I went to see my best friend inner city a few hours away from my town. She has been having some issues with her partner who's 20 a.m. So I went up to spend some time with her and support her. She said she would not be having him over. When I got there, she had him come over to see me. I met her through him. Even though she had said she wouldn't have him over, I figured it would be okay. She said he'd be gone by dinner, and I figured we'd just move on after. He comes over with two friends, around the same age. They get absolutely smashed, are rude, make misogynistic comments to his girlfriend,

calling her things, pushing her past her emotional and mental limits simply because he says it's funny. He's joking. At a point, I start retaliating to every awful thing he does as he gets more and more drunk. I was afraid for my safety, PTSD, to be in a situation. like that, so instead of going to bedtime, I had to stay up till almost three before they would leave. Her cat gets out and gets brutally attacked, and he won't even go with her to the vet. Rather, he talks her out of it manipulatively. Despite my desperate pleas to get him help, they never did

take him to the vet at all. He then drives home drunk off his ass after she insists he gets an Uber, offers to order and pay for it if he still drives. The next day, my friend and I have a great morning until she asks him to come over to take her to the vet as she can't drive. He comes, gets in, does not take her to the vet. He is again arrogant, rude, and silently and angrily, and angrily sitting on her couch. All she has asked for is for him to not be less rude and tell her what is wrong. Why is he behaving like this? Did she do something? Why can't he just communicate? He ignores her for a while and then cracks a joke and pretends it didn't happen over and over and over. I tell her I called my boyfriend from my hometown and he is getting me early and she finally just snapped asking begging him

just to answer her and why he chooses alcohol every day over her why can't he try why does he do this to her nothing in response but calling her crazy and saying she's always making problems and yelling he told her to pack her bags in her house and he pays zero percent of the rent they then go quiet and he cooks with his friend in the kitchen for three hours while the wait for my ride it heats up again one last time and I ask her if it's okay if I tell him to leave for the night. I do when he gets pissed. Maybe 10 minutes go by and it's getting worse and he starts getting in her face intimidating her yelling fuck you fuck off over and over again. I don't remember anything for a couple minutes not thinking not planning just taking a step forward and all of a sudden it was quiet and everyone is staring

at me and his eyes swelling. I didn't choose to do it. I snapped. He was threatening to her and just awful. His buddy said it was between them and I, and I was not involved. It wasn't a decision I made. It just happened, and I know it was wrong, but I did make that point that if someone is yelling, swearing, manipulating, and emotionally abusing my best friend for four years, it does become my problem. I don't care where you came from or what your traditions are. I don't regret it. This is Canada, and yes, I assaulted someone, and yes, it was wrong, but I will. Not. Let my friend be abused in her home. He has made her S word. She tells me every morning. She doesn't want to wake up anymore. I explained that I was the one who did it, but she's furious with me. She never asked me to,

had no involvement whatsoever, and now she's genuinely upset. I kept repeating that. It wasn't an apology, just me owning up to the fact that I lost control and made a bad decision, not her. I just hope I didn't put her in danger, but what's done is done, and there's no undoing. Today, I fucked up. Hey, Snook, I've been watching your content for a few months now and love it. You narrate amazingly and are always great to listen to when I'm cooking or cleaning around the house. Thank you so much. You're the best. Thank you so much for watching and thank you more for sending in your story. Anywho, I saw your video posted about your subscribers emailing you their own experiences with the paranormal and wanted to send in my own experience.

Oh, in case you need a name for the story, you can call me Austin. Thank you, Austin. I appreciate it. And anyways, into your story. So this happened when I was about four years old. It's the most vivid memory of my childhood that I have. A bit of important context. My mother, older brother, and I all lived with my grandma for a good part of our childhood.

Not moving out until I was around seven or eight and was one of my favorite places to be in my grandma's house was out in the garage. That's where we had our washer and dryer, and I can't explain it, but I just enjoyed being out there. Anyways, when I was about four years old, I would spend my time chatting out there with a little boy named Charlie. He was around my age with blonde hair, gray eyes, and wore one of those sailor costumes you'd see in Halloween stores. We would talk for hours about all kinds of things. I'd tell my mother about him, and she'd just chalk it up to Charlie being my imaginary friend. but he wasn't. In fact, at that age, I already had an imaginary friend. Her name was Arlett. I even kept insisting that Charlie wasn't imaginary, that he was real, but every time I tried to show my mom,

Charlie would never show up. Over the years, he eventually faded into nothingness, and I never saw him again. But as I grew older, I started to believe that Charlie was a ghost of some sorts, and that maybe having my companionship helped ease his soul, so he could pass over to the next plane of existence. Not a scary paranormal encounter, but it was mine, and I felt like you'd enjoy it as well. Take care of Snook and stay safe. You're awesome.

Thank you so much for your story. I appreciate it. And that is honestly pretty creepy. Even though nothing bad happened, that's really, really disturbing. I would love to hear an update on this. Like if you could just expand on, like, Charlie and like what you guys would do. Like, that's really creepy how there was just, some guy in your basement or in the garage, sorry.

Yeah, that's pretty creepy. And maybe it was just some sort of ghost, yeah, trying to ease his spirit into the next realm or something like that, but it's still creepy as hell. Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't thought about this more, but yeah, send in an update or something, and I can maybe add it into a future video or something.

But yeah, guys, comment down below what you thought about that story, and on to the next one. This story is true. Was terrifying and would be good content. Thank you for your story. And into it. The title being,

I was expecting B.Bah Duby and got Lindsay Graham. I know the title of this sounds funny, but I assure you it is anything but. For reference, I am a 20-year-old male college student in the rural Midwest. This story takes place on my 20th birthday

earlier in the day I matched with a girl on Hinge, and I'd spent the day chatting her up, Wilson class. I was telling her it was my birthday and that I'd like to maybe hang out and meet some new people. As my birthday fell on a weekday, and I didn't really have any plans. We bonded over the fact we were both from the South and what it's really like living in the Midwest. We talked about our hometowns, majors, interests, and all of that typical college speed dating conversation starters. In addition to this, I found her very attractive, at least based off of her hinge profile and Instagram.

She was half Irish, half Asian, which isn't something you could. come across often in the rural Midwest. Our conversation never became sexual in nature, but there was a lot of what I could consider playful banter. Like, if you don't take me out, I'll kill you. And other things of this nature, I simply took this as aggressive flirtation and didn't think much of it. We planned to go on a popular but still kind of remote country trail around sunset. The implication being that you may continue interacting after dark. When I picked her up, I immediately realized she was trans, which not that I have anything against trans people, but I didn't know this before and wasn't really comfortable going out with a trans person. For some reason, though, maybe out of guilt, embarrassment, trying to be polite,

or sheerly being a deer in headlights, I let her into my car, continued talking as if everything was normal and began driving to the trail. The first thing I noticed that was off is that she said she was from the south, but had an exaggeratingly comical Paul Dine-slash-Lindsay-Gram-esque southern accent. I have a bit of a draw myself, but generally people our age do not have thick southern draws, only our parents' generation. I felt like I was talking to a persona rather than a real person, but despite the fact I'm immensely uncomfortable, I'm still trying to make conversation. She is a freshman new to campus, and despite the fact I'm 20, I'm a senior, so while she is 19 and there isn't much of an age gap, there's a large gap in life experience. As we get it out of

out of the car and start walking the unease and discomfort of what's happening is truly setting in. I'm only able to maintain a certain level of politeness and surface levelness until she starts saying things which become increasingly disturbing. All in this insanely over-the-top, over-performed Southern accent. The first thing she alleged is that she was accepted into Harvard Med School after being Valvictorian of her high school. But yet for some reason, chose to come to school for something else completely unrelated and bum-fuck nowhere in the Midwest. The second thing she alleged is she claimed her position of Val Victorian by poisoning one of her classmates and then blaming it on someone else. She then claims to have pistol whipped her

ex and cut his brakes, killing him, saying, they never found it was me. She then claims she saw her mother commit S-word and killed her father. The more and more she talks, the more I realize I am standing next to a delusional psychotic person. I realize that probably the majority of what she is feeding me is bullshit. But keep in mind, we are now completely alone at night on a remote trail in the middle of the woods with absolutely no living beings for probably several miles. At this point, I'm doing my best to make as little eye contact as possible as well as not piss my pants, while I'm low-key terrified standing next to this delusional person. I do my best to nod along and go along with all this. When she asked me when I'm going to take her out for a second

date, I tell her, I don't know. I have a pretty busy schedule as an architecture student or something like that. She then proceeds to threaten me and recite my license plate number, make and model of my car and tell me I have a gun. Don't think I'm not afraid to use it if you don't give me another chance. She then starts calling me a F-slur upon a myriad of other names, and at this point I simply want out of this. And I'm just like, whoa, let's tone down this rhetoric here. She states, I know I look as good as those pictures, goddamn it. I will never let a man tell me I'm ugly. And while admittedly, she must have for sure had surgery or something, her voice was incredibly deep and intimidating, not to mention the fact I wouldn't have been comfortable with this in the first place.

As we finally get back from the loop and the trail, it is now dark. She gets in my car and continues to insult me maniacally until I was just eventually like, I don't want to see you again. And I don't think I have to explain why. She then rolled down the windows and started screaming, help, help, help, at blood-curdling max capacity. Thankfully, there was no one around to hear and I dropped her off at a dorm room, doing my best to re-roll the windows up as intermittently as I could. When I finally dropped her off at her dorm, she said, good night, Fsler, and proceeded to slam the door so hard the car wobbled.

I proceeded to block her on everything as soon as I came home as I saw I had received about 12 DMs from her. While in retrospect, I probably should have contacted the campus police directly after this incident. I figured she was most likely full of shit and bluffing on her threats, so I didn't. It seems my intuition was right because I haven't seen her heard anything of her since. but if she wasn't, I wouldn't like to think where I'd be right now. I will never forget being alone in the woods at night with this delusional maniac with a comically forced southern accent. Hi, Snook.

First off, I appreciate your videos and appreciate all the effort you put into it. My story is about the house I lived in last year, and for this story, you can call me Ollie. Thank you, Ollie, for the story, and I appreciate the comments or the compliments, and, yeah, let's get into it. So a few years back, 2016, I think, me and my family moved houses. It was a pretty big and old Victorian house like most houses here in Scotland. They're super old anyway. We had moved into this house and there was something just not right about it.

The landlord was weird and we paid really cheap rent, something like 100 euros per month, which should have served as the first warning sign. As I mentioned, the house was built in the early Victorian era so it was not exactly up to health and safety standards. Parts of the roof would fall off the walls, had deep cracks, all that nice stuff. A little note for the village I lived in. It was near two bridges,

and people committing an S-word was very common. There was like maybe three or four times every two months. So when we got this house, it was when my mental health really started to decline. There was something in that house that didn't want us there. I suffered hallucinations, frequent, night terrors, and sleep paralysis, which had never happened to me before. and it was all because of this brass horse that was in the house when we moved.

Something about that horse wasn't right. Apparently, it had been there since the house was built. It had just an off feeling to it. And it was put in my room, which is where everything went wrong. I'd feel something grabbing my hair at night. It would grab my hands. I'd wake up with unexplainable bruising and cuts in the morning. And because I was mentally ill at the time,

my parents just thought I was doing it to myself and put me in therapy that seemed to anger it more. I would wake up feeling like something was wrapped around my neck and deeper cuts all over my body. The moment we took that brass horse out of my room, everything stopped. We have no clue why, but I think that horse had something attached to it. My landlord thankfully evicted us, which normally would have been a big issue, but it was relieving. We finally broke away from that house. I'm not sure what or why to this day, but I know something in that house didn't want us there. And thank you so much for the story.

that was intense. And if you feel comfortable sharing, that'd be great if you could, you know, expand on some of those experiences when it would grab your hair or just you'd wake up. Like, that's scary. I got goosebumps like talking about that and reading that. That's scary as hell.

And if you feel comfortable, consider sharing it and we could expand on this in a future video. Thank you so much for the kind words in the beginning. And stay safe. Hopefully you're better now. And into the next one. Hi, Snook, just wanted to say that I'm a massive fan and love your videos. You're by far the best thing to listen to on car rides. If you need a name or handle on this, just call me fathom. Side note, I think I stumbled across your channel like the day after the story. All right, enough yapping. Let's get into this story. And thank you so much for your kind words. I appreciate you playing my videos on the car rides. Hopefully enjoy all the videos. And thank you so much for sending in your story. And like you said, let's get into it.

It was June of last year. I was going to stay with my friend. Let's call him Josh. I got there and I unpacked my stuff and settled in. We hung around for a while in the house doing random stuff until we decided to go on an expedition. Josh had a bunch of woods and fields behind his house so we gathered up some gear. Boots, jackets, flashlights, knives and machete. We headed down a path to the tree line that he told me always got bad vibes off of a classic horror movie mistake, I know. yeah, man. I always feel like I'm being watched when I go down there. We stupidly continued our hike after this. Anyway, Josh said that there was an abandoned trailer somewhere in the woods. That's where we

were hiking to. It had just rained in the foliage is thick that time of year, so he took me around the trees instead of straight through. We circled around the tree line until we found a break in the wall of vines and bushes. Me and Josh bushwhacked our way in for about 10 feet until I get stuck in some vines and Josh goes ahead of me. Then my buddy comes running past me, frantically whispering, dude, run, get out of there. So I worked my way back out of the forest as fast as I can and headed back to my friend who was already backing away from the tree line. I said, what happened in there, man? It's a flashlight in there. Someone was looking right at us. Josh said in between breaths. I'd like to remind you that this was on his property. Instead of going back to his house,

we still decided that it's amazing idea to keep looking around. So we we meandered around the woods for another hour until it starts getting darker out and we begin making our way back. As it got darker, we start feeling more and more uneasy, constantly checking if we're being followed. And luckily, we weren't and we made it back to the house safe. A few months after this, I was staying with him for the weekend and I said, hey man, we should go exploring again. So we gear up and we get 100 feet down the same path and I start to feel like I'm being watched. I look over at Josh and he looks worried too. I say, dude, do you just want to go watch a movie or something?

Yeah, that sounds good. We go back to the house. We haven't been there at night again. And that wraps up my story. I know it wasn't that chilling, but to us, it was terrifying. We still kept exploring because we were curious and overconfident. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Keep up the good work, man.

Thank you so much for your story. I liked it a lot. And, yeah, luckily, nothing bad happened. Keep exploring, and maybe you'll have another story for the channel. Yeah. Thank you so much and into the next one. Hello, Snook. I'm a big fan of your channel since the beginning and like your videos very much and watch

them every night. I just want to say that English is not my first language and I'm sorry for every mistake I do and my name is Calvin. Can you use it in your video if you want? I'm from Germany, by the way. Thank you, Calvin. I appreciate it a lot and into your story. My mother is from Turkey, so I visited it a few times returning to the homeland where

my family comes from. My family originates from a small village. in Karabuk, which even shares my last name. When I was about 11 years old, I flew to Turkey with my family, and we spent two weeks living in the village. The first few days were amazing. We explored different cities and my younger cousin, who was eight at the time, and I wandered through the village, surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains. The heat was intense, reaching 40 degrees Celsius during the day and staying around 27 degrees Celsius at night. But after a few days, I started feeling uneasy, as if something was wrong with this place.

I tried to brush it off, assuming it was just my imagination until one night. My cousin and I were sleeping on the couch in my uncle's living room. For context, the house had two balconies, one facing the village and the other facing the entrance gate in the forest, where my aunt would take out the trash. Around 2 a.m. I heard noises coming from the direction of the forest. At first, I assumed it was just a stray cat or dog rummaging through the trash, so I went to the balcony to check. I wish I hadn't.

Near the garbage bins, I saw it. A white, grayish figure on all fours. It was thin, humanoid, but wrong. I froze, unable to move, then suddenly it bolted towards the door, still on all fours. Panicked, I ran to the other balcony to see if it was trying to enter the house, but I couldn't see it. But I could hear it. Footsteps echoed up the stairs. I sprinted back into the living room, grabbed a Quran, and laid down next to my cousin, who was already awake.

He had heard it too. To this day, we both swear everything that happened that night was real. I started praying, desperate for the creature to leave, and then I felt it. Something was in the room with us. I could sense its presence behind me. I truly believed I was going to die until it spoke my name. Its voice was distorted, both familiar and completely alien at the same time. What happened next I don't remember.

Either I passed out or fell asleep, but the next thing I knew, it was morning. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no signs of anything unusual. My cousin and I rushed to tell my uncle, an old man in his 70s, expecting him to dismiss us, but he didn't. Instead, he looked at us both and simply said, I believe you, because I've seen it too. You must never go to the trash bags alone, only with me or someone else. Since that night, even years later, when I returned to my village, I never slept facing the forest side of the house. I never leave the living room windows open because I don't want to see it again.

and I don't want it to see me. And wow, that's a terrifying story. Yeah, I really wonder what that creature, humanoid sort of thing was. I mean, God, every single video on this channel, I say that sounds like a skinwalker because that's all I really know. But that's just the thing I would like it to the most, I guess. But that's really creepy, especially how it came up towards you. And instead of running away, like most of doing these stories,

it came towards you. luckily you're okay and hopefully that never happens again but thank you so much for sending your story it was great and all right thank you so much for watching some horrifying true scary stories i hope you enjoyed and if you want these videos to be longer then you guys send in more stories because the length of these videos is totally reliant on how many stories you guys send me so like i've said multiple times throughout this video if you want your story featured in the future please send it to me. My email is in the description

and maybe pin comment, depending on how I'm feeling. I probably will be in there. And yeah, please send in your stories. You guys are the best. I really appreciated the support recently on the channel. I've got a lot of fun series coming up

and I think you'll enjoy them. Thank you so much for watching. You guys are the best. And this was Snook and I'll see you next time. Bye.