Snook - Scary 4Chan Threads

Episode Date: November 21, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to the channel and today we're getting into some scary 4chan threads. And oh boy, do I have some interesting threads for you guys today? They are scary, disturbing, weird and just super, super interesting. So you want to stick around. I appreciate you stopping by. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel. The channel's goal is 1 million subscribers. So please subscribe to the channel.

It helps more than you know. And yeah, this video will be long enough already and I'm super excited to get into it. So without further ado, let's get into some scary 4chan threads. I got a story. Been meaning to pose this one for a while. This is back around 2006. Early summer. I was just your typical 17-year-old kid.

Parents moved around a lot back in those days, but we always ended up living beside large forests, woods or prairie places. Done plenty of exploring with and without friends. Tons of stories, but there's always one which, makes you look back on with no definite answer in sight, no matter which way you look at it. But this is how it went down. Played a lot of video and watched a lot of TV. Taps was big in these days.

People respected them then, so you can see that. I was really taken by the whole let's go ghost hunting trend. One of my picks. Continue. Near my house, there's this big urban forest, kind of like New York Park, split into three parts. Forest 1, 2, and 3. Through the years, I had a couple strange, unexplained events happened to me in them. Phantom smells, lavender, roses, simply faded away as quick as they came,

at night in Forest 2, which had a concrete foundation where probably a house once stood, me and a few friends would see brief, bright flashes of light, just erupt over our heads with nothing ever there for miles, too close down for planes. It actually lit up the ground around us like we were a hovering camera flash. Of course, now that I'll look back on it, it might have been a hunter's camera gadget strapped to a tree or something. One's guess. More picks.

And then the OPE links a lot of pictures throughout this. And this picture is just a cinder block and maybe like a fire pit. I don't know. Continuing. Then there was Forest Three, which had a cemetery in it. Caught a ton of EVPs there, chilling ones. Most notable one, I asked, is there a hell? heaven, a hell, why don't you call for God? And a young woman replied to me in a sad tone.

There is no God. So there was some freaky stuff going on there. One day, I woke up early in the morning, 4.30 a.m. between five. I recently bought this cheap $70 digital camera from Walmart and was extremely bored with it. So I figured an early walk in the forest should provide me with some unique pictures, which they did if you want to see them. Probably not. but they're all from this day, and we'll post some. So I set out doing the same thing I've done probably 100 times by now. I'm jay walking down the streets, and after a couple blocks hit the forced entrance, and dive in.

And I dive in deep into her. I spent the next 15 minutes just heading to some known places I know would give me some good snapshots, so I'd take a squicky snap here. And I think the picture he provided is a picture he took. And then someone replies to the thread saying, Keep going, man. This is fucking interesting. And then the OP continues, saying, and another quickie snap here.

Thinking to myself, this is gold sun, all the while forgetting the whole entire wood is empty, silent, desolate as I had ever seen it before. I usually run into one or two other people by now, either jogging or walking their muts, but nothing. It's a good day, I said to myself, let's carry on. So I had to this area called the Safe Zone. It simply called that on account. that it's wide, expansive, with a little sand dune and a tall tree smack down in the middle of it.

So if you're under that tree, you can pretty much see all paths that stringed together forest one. I'm there, so I decide, let's bam it to the lake. I pick a path from the safe zone and head for it. It is at this time I sense an eerie feeling in the air, like I'm being watched. I ignore it because at that age, I wasn't mature enough to that point where everyone learns to trust your gut, feelings, internal ringing alarm bell whatever. Stayed calm and carried. I hit the lake.

I'm tired from walking like 45 minutes of miles. Sun was out but casting gray skies with a sudden in and out drizzle between instances. I perked myself against the ledge underneath the cover of some trees and with a low battery on my camera, just decided to hang out while staring blatantly out of this lake that, by my recollection, wasn't swamped by a heavy fog or mist not five minutes ago. first time I seen the plates like this I tell myself then my eyes caught it from the distance

I'm frozen and then the OPE provides more pictures from his day a picture of the forest and then got to set the setting and a picture of I guess the trail and then continuing I see a person

draped in this loose sheet will look to be a black tarp just simply spinning spinning and spinning around in circles in a pond bush of dog tails. His or her arms open widely, as if praising something repeatedly. I'm simply there being as quiet as I can be,

not moving an inch, barely releasing a breath observing this mad person. This goes on for about 25 seconds until the spin comes to an abrupt stop. I stare wide-eyed with thoughts raising in my head. What's going on? What the fuck? fuck is this should i should i i i'm thinking to myself you got a camera don't be one of those idiots

who don't capture the shit they so desperately brag about years from now low battery bars practically invisible cheap-ass walmart brand don't die on me i reach for it and look up and find him looking in my direction i tell you i saw no face it was white gray whatever like a a doll. Was it a mask? I don't know. But I was terrified that I was discovered. Pin pointed out for my cover. It was far from me, but it still managed to see me in like four seconds. So I stare slackjaw, slowly lifting my camera up. In that moment, he or it lifts one white arm out of the tarp and points at him, just pointing at me from a distance, as if doing some ritual jest. then his arm drops slowly down.

You know that scene from Sean of the dead where Sean pushes the zombie chick onto the steel pole and she gets up while Ed rotates the film reel on his camera? That's what I did. I lifted my camera up. Snap. Another one. Snap. Battery. Officially dead.

Then I got up, slowly backed away and ran all the way back to the safe zone. And out a dozen trails and paths. Chris crossing to my exit. That was a crazy-ass day, I must say. Two relevant picks coming up. And then the OPE provides these pictures of the person or it that was doing this ritual. And the pictures are so eerie.

I mean, the pictures are up on screen now, but I mean, look at that figure. I mean, this could be obviously faked, but, I mean, it just, if this feels so authentic to me, I mean, the story, I mean, it's totally possible some crazy person out there was doing some ritual. But, I mean, thank God the OPS pictures, because that does add a lot of authenticity to it, obviously. But yeah, imagine like going for a walk. You're like, oh, well, the lake is a little bit fogger than usual.

And you see some person or thing doing a ritual out near the water. I mean, those pictures are terrifying. And then some people say, what the goddamn fuck? This is the most paranormal shit I've ever seen on X in a while. Dude, those pics are fucking weird. Just, wow. Someone else says, these pictures are giving me goosebumps. Someone else says, oh God.

Someone else says, LMAO. Not too diminished how nuts this story is, but can't help but imagine two dumbass metal dudes from your neighborhood filming an avant-garde black metal music video. Ha, ha, ha. And then someone else says, actual proof on my ex. now I've truly seen everything and yeah

this was a good story because I mean at first I wasn't really expecting a lot but then he drops the pictures along with it I mean sure it could be fake but I mean it just has that it has that aura to it you know it just feels very authentic and creepy but

I wonder what that thing was doing out there Cody so I usually just lurk around here late at 9 when I can't sleep for once I have something that I actually want to show share. For me, this means that I have something that isn't fiction. Yes, something that really happened. If I had to make it up, it isn't good enough for me to even bother posting. The story

doesn't even involve me directly. I've been told all of this by a coworker. He's in his late 30s, has no reason to lie, and I've seen for myself that certain parts of this are definitely true. Let's call him Dan. Dan, for years now, has often come to work with stories of his problem, son. He has a younger daughter as well, Rachel, around the age of nine. His son, Cody, began to become a bit of a troublemaker. It started with open defiance of adults and a bit of violence towards other children, including in his sister. Now, while I speak to Dan at work, he is not the type of person I would like to associate

myself with. I live in the South. And Dan is the type of guy who I would describe as a high-class redneck in a way. kind of like a good old boy that just barely escaped the trailer park. A lot of the things he tells me about Cody seems as though it's the kind of stuff that you could ride off as boys being boys.

Add to that, the fact that I don't exactly see Dan or his wife as being candidates for parents of the year. After about a year and a half of Cody being a typical little shit, things start to intensify. The violence starts being directed at teachers and students like while at school.

Cody's fights with his sister she's about two years younger, are more often led to things such as a large portion of Rachel's hair being cut off with scissors while she slept. Once he injured her to the point that she had to have medical attention. It takes a strange turn when Dan has to leave for work suddenly one day. When he returns, he tells me that the police had called him. They had both Cody and Rachel at the station. It was summer. Dan and his wife work while the children are kept by a reliable Sitter. Cody had been spotted walking down the side of the quiet back road. Dan lives out on the sticks, pulling his sister in a little red wagon. The police want answers, and Dan tells them they were

left with the sitter. The police go with Dan to his house where they find the sitter asleep in Cody's bed. When they wake her up, she seems very confused. She doesn't remember falling asleep or being tired, or even being in Cody's room. Cody is unresponsive to all questions as to why he left the house with his sister or what he was planning to do. It's all kind of chalked up to be a little bit of carelessness on the part of the babysitter and the police leave Dan to figure out why his son is so goddamn weird. While he didn't tell me right away, Dan at this time started making a major effort to find out what was going on with his son.

Obviously, things were far from being over. And then someone comments saying, is that it? The OP replies saying, not at all. Much more to come. And then some other commenter says, keep going dude so far it's intriguing someone else says lurking and then the opi comes back i think the next day with an update saying this story took a drastic turn today i had to post about it typing it all out now don't know how far i'll get tonight but i'm working on it it couldn't have been

a month after cody returned to school from summer break that he was kicked out for attacking the principal dan's coming to work with stories more often now and expressing more and more concerned It's at this point that I start to give Dan a bit more credit as a father. I can see that he is worried about the situation and is genuinely confused as to why it's all happening. But the time two full years have gone by, Cody is now 11 and not doing well being the weird kid at a new school. The school ends up calling Dan and basically telling them that he might want to start considering another school for Cody because he isn't adapting well. He's getting into fights daily. He's beginning to use foul language around adults.

The principle suggests that Cody be sent somewhere to be evaluated. Before sending him to his shrink, Dan tries to reach out to Cody in his attempt to bond with his son. He asked Cody about things he would like to do that he normally doesn't get to do. Cody wants to hunt. He says he wants to shoot something. Like I said, I live in the South. Dan sees this as a normal thing for a young boy to have a interest in. Dan tells me about how well the hunting trip goes. He doesn't let Cody shoot at anything.

He just takes him along with a few of his hunting buddies. Cody is amazed, bewildered by watching the act of hunting, killing, and dressing a deer. Dan tells Cody that if he goes and talks to a doctor, starts doing better in school, then maybe he'll be able to have his own hunt one day. And then people start commenting saying, keep going, O. P, I'm lurking. Someone else says, also lurking go on op and then someone else says totally lurking this is getting good someone else says move faster opi you didn't pre-type this didn't you and then the opi continues saying Cody doesn't like the idea of talking to the shrink Dan reminds him of the deal and he gets Cody evaluated without any kind of trouble for a while things seem to be getting better

Cody is not getting into fights as often at school although at home he is still prone to fighting with his sister Rachel, there becomes a bit of jealousy between the two. Cody is getting a lot of attention from his father, and Rachel is excelling in school and extracurricular activities. Dan starts to be a little bit more stern with Cody, constantly threatening him with taking the deal they made off the table. This always works with Cody, take away his chance to hunt and he calms up. By now, Cody has been seeing the psychiatrist regularly. She's even come to observe him at school. The doctor tells him, tells Dan that she'd like to evaluate Cody a bit longer before she has a discussion with him

and his wife. A bit of time passes here without any major occurrences, but when the shrink finally does call Cody's parents, she has some concerns. Cody has no friends. He keeps to himself at school, talking to no one, not even responding to teachers when they ask him simple questions. It's not really known by Dan at the moment, but the entire community is in agreement that something is off about Cody. It's one of those things, though. No one really knows how to handle it, so they just leave him alone.

The psychiatrist wants to put Cody on a few meds and continue to seem weakly. Cody becomes a zombie in Dan's eyes. He will barely speak to his parents now. He has no desire to play with other children or really do anything. Dan notices that Cody is beginning to spend a lot of time outdoors,

seemingly just roaming through the woods. The only time Cody does speak to his father, it's to ask when he'll be able to learn to shoot. Dan figures that Cody has earned this much after everything that's happened so far. He begins teaching Cody how to fire rifle but still holds out on the actual hunt. Dan's wanted to use this as a leverage to make sure Cody keeps out of trouble. It's around this time that Dan finds Cody in the yard one day trying to fashion a bow for himself. Dan, taking a bit of notes and the types of things Cody's interested in, does a quick check of where all these sharp objects are on the house.

Sure enough, one of his pocket knives is missing. On a further check, a sharp kitchen knife can't be found either. Dan keeps an eye on Cody one Saturday, follows at a distance to see exactly where it is Cody goes. After dark, Dan walks out into the woods to a particular spot he had seen on his son linger around. He sees a mound of dirt that has obviously been dug up and then placed back over the hole. Of course, Dan wants to know what's buried there. what he finds are both the missing knives and what appears to be the bones of a small animal and then the opi replies to some of the previous comments saying of course i didn't believe me

when you hear what i heard today you'll know why i couldn't contain myself and then someone else says oh i see well i hope it's really worth the wait someone else says come on o p o p please i need more and then the opi continues saying dan doesn't speak to his wife about what he finds not knowing how to handle it. Dan takes the knives, but doesn't mention anything to Cody either. He does come to me about it. I didn't know how to say that killing small animals is often a trait of a serial killer.

So I keep my mouth shut. Dan's out of loss. I feel like this is when he really started to change. He's acting depressed at work, worried. I can tell he isn't sleeping much and just isn't focused. Now, Dan makes a bit of a bit of. of a strategic move. He gets Cody a dog, a hunting dog, telling his son, this is your best friend if you want

to be a good hunter. We have to take care of him, teach him, love him. Dan is almost testing Cody at this point. He's praying that he won't find Cody gutting this dog one day. After a few weeks of having the dog, Dan's talking about how good it's going, but mentions something strange. He says that almost every night. at some point, the dog will wake up barking.

Dan walks the house in the yard every time it happens. No one else is up. No one around the house. But it's almost a nightly event. Meanwhile, Cody has found in the dog a subject to focus. He's excited that he has gained another tool to assist him on his eventual hunt. And then someone says, never been so interested in a thread the way I am now. Keep it going, O.P.

And then someone comments saying, in before he skins the dog alive. Bad joke, but who knows. Okay, let's continue. The OPE then says, time passes. Dan begins to cheer up at work again. Cody is 12 now,

and he's shaping up okay. He had focused in school. He wasn't even fighting as often with his sister. Dan had felt so good about things that he even started taking Cody on hunts. While Cody is still a loner and quiet, he seems to be normal. The shrink had even backed off,

saying that Cody had possibly found an outlet that allowed him to function properly. But it wasn't long before Dan started to notice new problems arising. Cody gets a little bored with the hunting. He talks about wanting bigger game, maybe a bear. He takes an interest in fishing. What's bothering Dan is that he's beginning to feel like what Cody really enjoys is gutting the animals, seeing the blood. It isn't so much about the hunt as it is.

about the death. Cody is playing GTA now. He's wanting to watch scary movies. All these things seem normal for a boy's age, but Dan's keeping to mind that his son is not necessarily normal. Now the fights start up again. Cody even seems to becoming more vocal. He's back to cursing at his classmates that he doesn't like. Dan comes to me one day saying that Cody has a bully, this one certain kid that won't leave him alone. When he talks to Cody about this boy, Cody makes the comment that he should have cut his heart out. Obviously, Dan is concerned. Before he can decide what to do, Cody's been kicked out of school again for good.

When Dan shows up and asks the principal why, he's told that Cody had randomly told his bully that he was going to take care of him once and for all today. After calling Cody to the office and searching his belongings, a hunting knife is found in his book bag. And then the O.P. replies to a comment saying, I was waiting for the doubters. I'll repeat, this is all 100% true. And then someone says, stop responding to comments and type, God damn it.

Someone else says, interested, go on O.P. Someone else says, go fucking on. And then the O.P. continues saying, Dan and his wife can't find a school that will even take Cody at this point. They decide that maybe the best thing in the moment is for Dan's wife to homeschool Cody anyway. Now, Cody's violence has no other. outlets but his family. When Rachel is home, her and Cody aren't even allowed to be around one another. Cody is spending his evenings doing nothing but starting campfires and staring into them. Dan's lost all

hope. He seems to live each day wondering what Cody will do next. Cody threatens to stab his mother one day, and that's the last draw for Dan. Feeling like he had maybe been too soft on Cody, Dan starts to give Cody severe physical punishment. Spankings become more like beatings with a belt. Things come to a bit of a climax one day when Cody kicks his mother in the stomach because her and Dan were about to take him to see the psychiatrist again. Dan basically tells me that he fights Cody as if he was a grown man and locks him into his room. Cody goes into some sort of shutdown mode. He comes out of his room only to eat and start his campfires at night. His guns and knives. have all been taken away, and there's no hunting or killing for Cody.

Not much left of this at all, really. Like I said, the story isn't resolved. It's still going on, but what happened today is what makes me bring it here. And then someone says, oh, M.G. He must have a demon. Someone else says, so the kids, a little shit with psychotendencies. Kidneys his ass kicked more. And then the Opie continues saying,

Cody seemed to be at a loss cause. Dan does nothing to try to fix the situation for a while. The way he explained it to me was that he thought Cody was going to have to be taken away. So he just wanted to let him have some time at home before that had to happen. In the next few weeks, Cody continues to not speak to anyone. Now, remember how the dog barks at some point every night. Dan explained that later, it had become a thing that just happened. He figured it was some car or sound that the dog could hear that they couldn't.

Dan just tells the dog to be quiet and goes back to sleep. One night, the dog starts barking. And this time, he won't stop. Dan gets out of his bed and starts his search of the house. Cody isn't in bed. When Dan makes his way out of the back door, he sees a fire at the edge of the woods behind his house. It's a bit of a walk, but as Dan gets closer,

he sees that on the other side of this fire, looking either at him or just staring blankly in the direction, of the house is Cody, just standing there. Dan gets close enough to see that Cody is looking at him over the flames of the fire. The way Dan described it to me is, I don't know. We just stared at each other. I didn't know what to say. I was almost waiting, hoping he'd say something to me. And just like that, something told me to leave him alone. I turned around, I went back inside, and fell asleep. It happened so fast that I barely remember going back to bed. I woke up trying to convince myself that I dreamed it.

These stories of Dan's were something I almost kind of wrote off as that kid is fucked in the head. That was until today. Today, Dan walked in to work pale as a ghost. What he told me sounds absolutely insane. Unbelievable. I'm sure everyone is going to scream lies, but I'm just telling it to you

how it was told to me and then people start replying saying fuck is that it? You have to talk to Dan tomorrow and keep us updated OP someone else says continue please and then the OPE says one more almost done and then someone says

all right guys we are clearly being led into a ditch OPE is going to shit all over us my face won OP to be a massive F slur that's 4chan for you and then the OXs And then the OP finally gives us an update. In the post reads as follows. So, Dan goes home like it's any other day.

His wife wants to go have dinner with his sister, so Dan's there with Cody and Rachel. They eat a meal like any other night. Afterwards, Cody actually speaks to Dan. He tells him that he wants ice cream. Dan is taken by surprise, of course. He hadn't heard a word out of the boy in weeks. He tells Cody that he thinks ice cream

is a great idea, trying to do the whole dad thing, seeing it as an opportunity to possibly have a moment with Cody. Dan tells Rachel to stay at the house while they go get some ice cream for everyone from the store. The ride ended up being uneventful. Dan tries to question Cody, but the only thing he'll say is, I just wanted some ice cream. As Dan is driving up to his house, he notices something in the distance, something by his mailbox that is, isn't usually there. He's in a panic by the time he reaches his home. Curled up by the mailbox,

waiting by the road is Rachel. She's shaking. Dan said he could see her shaking before he got out of the car. As he runs to her, all she's saying is, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Dan is asking what's wrong, and all he can eventually get out of her is,

he hurt me. Dan calls out for Cody, then looks up to see him calmly walking back towards the house. Dan tries to calm Rachel down, but she won't stop shaking. She's totally hysterical. He eventually puts her in the car and runs into the house. The dog is running in circles and barking in the kitchen. Cody is nowhere to be found. Nothing looks out of place. Nothing looks like anyone is broken in. Dan calls his wife and tells her what happened and to meet him at the hospital. When he gets back to the car, Rachel is saying, we have to leave. We have to

to leave. I'm not going back. I won't go back into the house. After Rachel is finally somewhat calm at the hospital, her story is that he was putting the dishes away in the kitchen. The dog started to go crazy. Then something hit her in the back, knocking her to the floor. She immediately ran out of the house to where Dan found her. The doctors did find some slight bruising on her back. Otherwise, nothing seems wrong with her. A family member had been sent to the house to find Cody.

He was sitting by the fire. As usual. They spent the night in the hotel. Rachel still seemed terrified. Cody is still silent. Dan left work earlier today, looking like he hadn't slept at all. And then someone says,

that's it, that's what we waited for? For fuck's sake. Someone broke in and the kid is just fucked in the head. Nothing spooky about a coincidence. Someone said, O, P, you're R-worded. Someone says, I like the story. Fuck you guys.

guys. Thanks, O.P. And then the O.P. says, nothing was taken. There was no sign that someone had broken in and the door was locked. The dog started to go crazy. Rachel said it. She turned to look and see why the dog was barking and something knocked her to the floor. Look, I'm not trying to feed you a spooky story. I just wanted to share some crazy fucking shit that I heard. And obviously, the story isn't over. Can't say when or what will happen next, but hey, you can't please everyone. not that I was trying to I figured if anyone would appreciate something like this it would be X

someone says I like the story OP I really want you to keep us updated shit seems to be intensifying do you know when you might talk to him next and then the O.P. says I won't see him again until Monday if he even comes back to work

I don't have the ball as to call him up and ask him how everything is going and I'm glad you enjoyed it and then some people start theorizing saying Cody is haunted slash possessed by a demon of some sort. That demon is starting to get physical with other members of the family. It will only get worse. Tell your friend to call a psychic or medium to this house to see if they sense anything. And then the OPE replies saying, I don't know if Dan is the type of guy to be open to such

an idea. I plan on trying to get any info I can on the situation Monday. I might even man up and give him a call today, giving him the whole, if you need anything, give me a call. And then someone says, in my opinion, that's exactly the thing he doesn't need. And then the OPE replies saying, Seems possible to me that the girl just wants attention back on her. She feels it isn't right that she is normal and even does well in school. And she used to get attention for this and now only the hideously troubled, violent sibling gets attention. Kids don't care what kind of attention it is.

They just want it. And if it becomes unbalanced, you get stories like this. That kid needs to be in an institution if they want his sister to get better. The boy may never be okay sadly, but the harsh fact is there isn't much in the way of specialized care for him and an institution may make it worse. But otherwise, he'll destroy the whole family and maybe kill an innocent person on top of it. And then the O.P. comes back saying, O.P. here, I consider that Rachel may just be crying out for attention, but I'm really not sure it's the case. I'd like to think it would have happened long before now. And besides, Cody had been hiding in his room for the past month. Still, you make a valid point.

Honestly, I don't know if this story has actually taken a spooky turn or not. Most people would say no. What can't be denied in this situation is that Cody is a very disturbed boy. And I believe that he will get worse. Depending on what Dan decides to do next, we could have an update soon. The only real news I have to share today is that I did call Dan and didn't get an answer. I left a message for him wishing him and his family the best. and to call me if he needed anything.

And then one commenter starts theorized and saying, there are many possibilities. It's possible that Rachel just wants to get more attention. Maybe she wanted so much that she even believes that what happened is real. Maybe the dog just went crazy because of some doggy reason. Jumped on her back and knocked her down by accident because it's a hunting dog. And she's a little girl. And she was too surprised to even realize what really happened.

Or maybe she wasn't too emotional about everything what happened recently. and she just fainted. Adolescent girls faints a lot, and I understand the whole situation she got pretty good reason to be emotional. I wouldn't say the boy is lost. He definitely is disturbed and needs help, but I hope he can somehow be fine if he will get one.

He needs someone to reach him. Also, people watch too much movies, and then they think that every kid that is hunting squirrels is going to be a serial killer. Adolescent boys are often violent, distant, and hard to reach. The fascination of death isn't also that rare. death is what also scares people and fascinate people somehow.

But there is a long way from killing small animals and harassing little sister to become a serial killer. But if everyone going to give up on that boy, he will definitely get worse. I really hope that the parents will find strength and do everything to save both children. And then a handful of commenters say stuff like bumping this until we get more story. Help me out. Bumping until more information. Bump. And then someone else says,

this whole thing reminds me of the show Dexter. Some of these posts are almost exactly flashback scenes from that show. Someone else says, bump. And then someone else says, My thoughts exactly. Boy is clearly budding psychopath. Someone else says, O.P. Rather toward friend's son as a serial killer to be of demons.

Considering your friend is a good old Southern boy, and as such, probably a God-fearing Christian, suggests that he bring the boy to church. After all, the absolutely worst thing that could happen then, is that the kid gets destructive and gets an exorcism, and that might actually fix them. And then someone else says, not O-P, but you may want to reconsider your statement. Killing small animals is not far from being a serial killer. In fact, it's considered one of the oh-shit signs to put it bluntly.

Lots of people are fascinated by death, but it takes something else to intentionally cause it and to seek it out. Another commenter says, in fiction, these stories tend to be possessed children, such as the exorcist. or childlike demons, the omen. In reality, Cody could just show early signs of psychopathy or sociopathie. A dog barking at nothing and malevolent spirits make me think that this story has a supernatural twist. Another commenter says, Really, I started reading just because of the name of the kid. I happen to like the name.

But seriously, that's really creepy about the kid. But what if that's not spooky ghost, as everyone believes? What if it's some weird old hunter Cody met out in the woods? that's been teaching him things and also learning about his life. Some creepy dude that knows he has a sister or something, that's a really unique theory. I kind of support that. I mean, no one's really considered the more realistic theories,

but that's kind of a creepy theory. Then someone else says this. The story is basically paranormal activity six, Southern Comforts. And then the O.P. comes back with an update. OPE here. For the few of you who actually follow this thread, I'm sad to say, I don't really have anything to report today.

Dan didn't show up at work. The word going around is that he might actually be taking some time off. I heard from a somewhat reliable coworker that Cody is getting sent away. If that is a case, maybe it will be an exciting chapter. I almost felt like I can only let everyone down from here. You guys do realize that in most cases, real life is never as exciting as your imagination. And then the O.P. responds to the comment of the, what if Cody's meeting a weird hunter on the woods?

And then he says, holy shit, never would have thought of that. Fucking hell. There could be the truth to it. The area that Dan lives in is full of rednecks, trailer trash, and just general weirdos. My point is this.

I'm not going to bullshit you all with some ending because I'm not a writer. What I found so interesting about this was the idea of what makes someone evil. Cody has had a normal childhood. I doubt very seriously. that he's ever been abused or touched. Dan and his wife pull down decent money but nothing lavish.

Cody isn't a spoiled kid. So what's done this? This is the question that I see poor Dan as asking himself every night. Why? Thoughts? And then some comments. Someone says, Watch the movie.

We need to talk about Kevin. It's a really good take on the subject of nature versus nurture. Someone else says, I believe Cody has anti-social personality disorder, which means they find it fun to fight people, so it's most commonly found in murders, such as Charles Manson, Napoleon, and many more have this disorder. And I'm not saying he will be a killer, but he should have more help than just a psychiatrist. And then someone else says, I'll be checking this out in the next few days or so, hopefully. What exactly are the options for a family

in this situation? Anyone know of a child that was on this path and received help that actually produced results and then someone else says your buddy could probably use a call from a friend like you i mean mean you must already be pretty close friends for him to have told you all this right and then that was the last we've ever heard from the op we never got an update at least not one i could find but that was a very interesting story i mean it wasn't a conventional scary story like a usual four-chance story with a creature or a skin walker or something that pops up but i mean it was just an interesting story and i mean like the opi said 100% real it felt very real and And he posed a good question at the end.

It's like, what makes someone like that? I mean, do you believe in nature versus nurture? It's like, do people inherently come evil? Or do they get formed evil by something? And I feel like some of the people's theories were super interesting, like, what if he did meet some sort of weirdo out in the woods? And that weirdo is kind of manipulating him to become this psycho. I don't know.

And then maybe there's the paranormal element. I still wonder what happened with the sister Rachel, I think was her name that got knocked down in the back. I mean, that could be anything. But a very interesting story and very unique story for the channel. We don't read a lot of stories like this, but I thought this was a very unique and interesting thread. And let me know your thoughts on it down below.

On to the next one. Hey, X, I'm hosting here today because I need your opinion and advice on something. Recently, I created a life-sized dummy out of plastic and packaging tape. I used myself to mold it by wrapping my body in layers of plastic wrap, then in layers of tape, and then cutting it off and taping it back together again. Once I made the structure, I put clothing on her and gave her a really effed-up makeup job. She's supposed to look disturbing for this particular art project, and then put a cheap blonde wig on her. I named her Carol.

I gave her a backstory and a personality, and for the past week or so, have been treating her as if she was real. I brought her into school with me, and a lot of people were really creeped out by her, especially my art teacher. Today he told me that he didn't want it in the art room anymore. When I asked him why, he said that when he was staying in the room late that night, Carol had been in that corner of the room, which was where she'd been on week. He went into his office for a moment. And when he came out, she had apparently moved from that corner

and positioned herself right next to the door to his office. This freaked him out a lot and didn't want her to be there anymore. So I did him a favor and brought her home with me. She's standing next to me right now. My mom wants me to get rid of her. She says that she gets a strange, creepy feeling from her. I do too. It seems like everyone does.

And I kind of want to get rid of her. The thing is, I need her at least until Tuesday, so I can complete this art project that involves taking photographs with her. I also worked pretty hard on her, which would make her even harder to get rid of. What should I do? picture only semi-related I don't have a picture of Carol right now

and then someone says post pictures I want to see this thing and then the OPEs says okay I've decided to destroy her today I'm having my friend help me with it and I'll be taking a few pictures of her I'll post them when I get back and then someone else replies

in comments saying keep it after all looking disturbing it was the whole point wasn't it give yourself a pat on the back for the job well done When you're done taking pictures, post them here, and then kill it with fire. And then some other comments, someone says, that was fast, but okay, I'm waiting. You better not be lying. This better be up later.

Do not destroy her. Where's the carol I ordered? I want picks now. Good story, but there's no carol. So a lot of people didn't think this carol doll was even real. And then the OP says, I'm leaving now to go on my photography adventure and then to destroy her. I just want to get rid of her before this thing, whatever it is, if it's even anything at all, gets any worse. See ya.

And then some people comment saying stuff like, O.P. is never going to come back. Don't you need her to pass your project? Don't kill her till then. Need picks now, please. Scary, possess, doppelgangers, doll? How many fears is something like this encompass anyway? Someone else says, O.P. is going to get killed. And then the OPE says, all right, I'm back.

we hardly took any pictures because I don't want to be around her longer than I had to be, but my friend who was with me is going to post the pics as they are on their camera. Enjoy. And then some people say stuff like, do want. Yes, yes. And then

the O.P. posts the pictures. All right, here are the photos. We just got back from the park where we dismantled and properly disposed of her. And then someone says, Jesus. That thing is just disturbing.

And then the OP posts two more pictures of Carol and, yeah, very, very disturbing doll, if you can even call it that. And then some other people say stuff like, what the hell were you thinking when you made that goddamn disturbing, creepy thing? Jesus. Pick won't load. At least O.P. delivered. Can someone repost, though? Fuck, man. I wouldn't want that thing around either.

Okay, I thought O.P. was full of bullshit and wouldn't deliver, but that freaked me out. Thank God you disposed of her before she decided to start ripping off human flesh to make her own skin suit. And then I think O.P.'s friend makes a comment on the thread saying, Not only do I provide pictures, here's my brief of the situation for everyone. Long story short, O.P. created this plastic cast of herself and treated it like a real human as an art project. And being the time of year, when the division of our plane and the metaphysical plane is the thinnest, I don't know what that means. but it started accumulating a bad aura. Her mom was terrified of it, and O.P., mom and I picked up on it too.

So we took her to the park, took her apart, and put the parts in separate dumpsters around town. Yeah, me treating it like a real person probably attracted some sort of metaphysical asshole to it or something. But it's all good now. At least we got some picks before killing her. And then some comments and notable comments on the thread. So we took her to the park, took her apart, and put the part. and put the parts in separate dumpsters around town. Someone says,

Great thinking. Now she can't put herself back together. This thread was truly a win for X. OPE delivers. And then someone says, shit, the picks loaded and I wish they hadn't. You're going to shit bricks when you find her standing on your front lawn, put back together one morning.

Someone else says, I formally proclaim this the best X for 2008. Someone else says, quite possibly the creepiest thing to happen to X in a long, long time. Good job. And then there's some other comments, but not really notable. But yeah, very, very creepy photos.

And here's some high resolution ones. But, yeah, disturbing as hell. But luckily, the OP destroyed it. Anyways, on to the next one. Something came into my town during the storm yesterday. Hey, guys, I don't normally post here except to poke fun at people and bump interesting threads, but something happened to me yesterday that I need to talk about. Be me.

living with folks in town near Chicago. Not a complete N-E-E-T yet. Do contract work as a network technician while studying at a local college. Mom works for a small telephone and internet company as a secretary. Small is in like four people. I know the owner pretty well.

He'll often hire me for jobs. Nice guy. Get a call on Tuesday. They're moving to a different office nearby and need some networking gear organized and put into a new storage unit tomorrow. It's paid and I have nothing better to do since chickenpox is taking all my work away. I agree.

Next day it's raining. Get a call and boss suggests I wait for it to let up so the boxes don't get soaked. Wait a while. Rain lets up a bit. I head out. Get there and start loading boxes into my mom's Ford since it's bigger than my car. Take them to storage units and get them nice and organized. Storage complex is between highway and about an acre of forested area.

I worked at UPS for two years. years. This is nothing. Make a few runs, unit is looking nice, pick related, took around second run, and then he shows a picture of just the boxes and the storage unit, and he continues saying, while partway through with my third, the rain picks up like crazy. They've been raining all day and we've been getting flooded, but this was really heavy. Can't get boxes from my car to the unit in this rain, so I get comfy inside the unit, put on some jazz, don't judge me, and start working on fixing a MacBook for another client. Work for about two hours while I wait for the rain to clear up.

Cozy. It just keeps getting worse. It's not very cold, though, and only about three in the afternoon, so I'm fine hanging out. I finished with the Mac a while ago and am now just chilling. Then I start hearing smashing from nearby. Sounds like something hitting metal. Car crash on the nearby highway? No, it's coming from the other direction.

I really don't want to go out and get wet. and then he provides a second picture because the first picture in the first thread was upside down for some reason and he says no clue why the image is upside down doesn't look like that in paint here's a screenshot of the image i guess and then he continues saying whatever some asshole probably drops something this is a public area like 200 feet away from a busy highway it's raining but it's still the middle of the day and i even saw other people earlier zero fear keep working keep hearing various banging noise I'm going to feel like a real idiot if I find out tomorrow that someone was hurt out there and I don't bother checking. Fucking fine, I'll go check. Rain has let up a bit, but it's still pouring. Head out, round corner looking for noise. Notice massive hole in the fence leading to a little forested area.

See something white moving near a dumpster by fence. Should be wearing glasses, but I lost them a month ago and haven't bought new ones because poor. spend one one hundredth of a second thinking is that a big garbage bag under the dumpster that's not a garbage bag garbage bags don't have arms they don't click either pick related it's a shitty map of the area and then the op like he said provides a map of the area which is actually really helpful so he has a little map where he says me i guess is all the orange things are the storage units there's the trees the acre of trees which are to the north of him i guess

And then the highway to his south, and then he also in the top right has it. So whatever it is, the creature I'm guessing, is all the way up there. Now let me make something clear. I've read Skinwalker and Inwood's stories on here for a long time and know all the tropes. This had none of them. It was the middle of the day. I'm not in some deep forest or ancient tunnel or abandoned farmhouse. I'm in the middle of a small town and can hear traffic on the highway,

just 300 feet away. I didn't smell any rotting blood or stop hearing the wind or anything. I didn't feel a sense of unease or nervous at all. This was not a setting I expected horror in. Still not convinced I'm in danger, just confused. Try and get a closer look at this thing. Maybe 100 feet away from it. Can see what looks like a big bag of skin under there,

but there's this massive white spikes poking out from under it. Keep hearing clicking noises. Hello? Who's that? Immediately regret making yelling out. Why would I do that? This is the kind of thing I get mad at people and other green text for doing. Typewriter garbage bag thing must have heard me.

Something big squeezes out from underneath the dumpster. Massive pile of skin and spiky bits, at least four feet tall. It stands up. It is now taller than me, at least six, five. It looks like if you took a spider, reversed its body, made it pale white, and slapped big pointy arms on it. It has a poignant and angular body type, like a crayfish or a spider,

but clearly fleshy instead of hard, except for the tips of its arms and legs. Face is smooth and flat, except for a slit on each side of its head and a recession at the bottom full of little moving things. Didn't get a good look. I think they looked like a crawfish mouth parts.

Even from where I am, I can tell it's covered in tons of scratches, and bruises. The creature is clearly not happy. It doesn't seem to mind the rain, but every time there's thunder, it flinches hard. Also seems to be spitting up a large amount of water out of its mouth. Imagine it is in the corner seen in the pick. You can kind of see the torn fence, but the dumpster was moved. And yeah, the OPA is referring to the picture he included, where you can see right here is the point of view he's talking about, I guess, and I don't know how far away the creature is.

I guess the corner where the torn fences, you can kind of see the torn fence. It's very, very kind of hard to see, but it's good that the Opie is providing these pictures. I can hear it fucking clicking loudly now. Not like a bat or dolphin, though. It sounded like a typewriter or something flicking a lighter. Start freaking out internally. This is not possible. I live in a decently sized city.

There's no forests or swamps or deserts for whatever this is to hide. The forest nearby is like an acre wide. You'd be able to see through it, if not for the little hill in the middle. It doesn't give a shit if it's possible. It's moving towards me. Thankfully, it doesn't seem very fast. Quickly think. I don't know what this is.

I have no weapons and my car is 100 feet away from the corner. I don't know how fast or dangerous this thing is either. Start slowly backing away. Too scared to let it out of my sight. Yelling progressively louder hoping someone will hear me. Hello? Hello, help. Anyone help, please.

It starts moving faster, clicking more rapidly. It moved kind of like a crab with the six, I think legs at the bottom, moving it around while the two-armed things were raised up like claws. Try to move faster to get away, but I'm still too terrified to turn away from it. End up awkwardly backwards running into a concrete ballard and fucking out my back. It's moving really quick now. It's about 20 feet away from me. Absolutely terrified, but I grab a loose piece of asphalt and get ready to try and smash it in the weird mouth parts. Suddenly, loud truck horn on the highway nearby.

It starts flinching again. Take my chance to cower it out. Throw a rock at its head, miss, and haul ass away. Eventually reach the row of storage units my car is in. Get in, start the engine, peel the fuck out. Get to get of storage complex, no time for codes. Instead, I do something incredibly stupid. Hop out of my car, scale the fence, and start running across the busy highway into a fucking graveyard.

Pick mostly unrelated. Funny car I saw there earlier that day. So this is where most of the excitement ends. Instead of turning into another green text, the graveyard was fine. I ran to the nearby church, a little parish office lady, let me in, and let me use her phone to call the police. Obviously, I didn't tell her that I saw a fucking skin spider monster, but someone with guns needs to get in their ASAP.

Tell them I saw a shifty-looking man waving a pistol round at the self-storage center. I waited at the chapel for one to arrive and thank the old lady. The cop asked me some questions and I just gave vague answers. Didn't need to lie about fucking up my back by backing into a concrete ballard though. Apparently, cops found nothing there. There was another guy in the storage area at the time who heard me scream, but wasn't able to find me before I ran out of there. I'm not an artist, but I tried to draw what I saw.

Sorry for the low quality. And then the OP, yeah, draws whatever monster he saw in, yeah, this thing looks like an alien of some sort. So he has a human to scale, I guess. And I think he said it was six foot three or so, but you can see the flaps, not eyes, and the flaps that open and closed, maybe ears,

and then long legs and a weird spider body, bruises and cuts all over. He said mouth parts like a crawfish, no eyes, nose or any face, perfectly smooth. Very, very weird. Anyways, let's continue. I should mention, I had to go back there today.

No rain, was nice and sunny, but even though I reported an armed and dangerous homeless man to the police, my mom still wanted to work done. If I wasn't going to do it, she was. And I'm not sending my own mother to go get Ian alive by a typewriter skin spider, so I tell her, I'll go and finish the job. I do it and it was uneventful.

I saw one cop there keeping a lookout, who nearly jumped out of his skin when I said hello, but said nothing was wrong. I took a couple of picks for you guys and got the fuck out. No, I'm not going to go investigate the area. I'm not R-worded. All I had to write on for the timestamp was gloves because pandemic. And so this picture does kind of confirm that the O.P, you know, wasn't finding these pictures off of the internet or anything.

These were authentic pictures taken by the O.P. And, I mean, it's kind of up for you to decide if you believe he found an alien there or an alien creature but then the thread continues one person says white no eyes echo location doesn't like loud noises opi that's a fucking cave monster where on your map did you forget to draw the opening to the hell cave someone else says sounds like a demon pretty rare to see ones like that definitely echo location you said there was no smell and then the op he responds to these comments saying no caves Well, I say no caves, but back when I was around five, I was friends with an older boy named Joey, who made offhand mentions to a fucking sick cave somewhere nearby.

I thought he was full of shit because this is the same Joey who climbed into the tree in my backyard and started talking to convince my dumb ass I had a magic talking tree. I'd ask him for details, but about 15 years ago, he got into some problems with drugs. Broke into my garage to steal my dad's tools, and then him and his family moved away a few months later. And then he replies to the smell question saying, No smell. It was raining pretty hard, though, and I don't doubt I would have been able to smell much anyways. Plus, it never got closer than about 25 feet.

And then some other commenter comments with a theory, saying, Theory time, it lives in a cave somewhere in that acre of forest. It's clearly flexible, seen as despite being over six feet tall, it's able to squeeze under a dumpster that's probably only a few inches off the ground. because of this, this entrance to its cave is probably only a couple feet wide, small enough for people to miss. It never comes out because clearly it's adapted to life underground, and if it were to come out, people would have seen it by now considering how small the area is.

During the heavy rain, its cave flooded and it was forced to escape. That's most likely where it got all its bruises and cuts from. Once it got to the surface, it started trying to hide under something, hence the dumpster. Since it uses echolocation, it can't. can't detect anything very well in the rain, which is why it didn't hear you until you yelled at it. As you were yelling for help, it could get better and better sense of where you were, so that's why it went faster. After the truck horn stunned it, and he ran off, the sirens of the police probably scared it back into the forested area. How they didn't find it there, if they checked,

is beyond me. But if the rain has stopped now and the water receded, then it's probably back in its cave now. And that was one hell of a theory by a random commenter. But anyway, Anyways, someone else comments, shit, O.P. I'm sorry to have to ask this, but I think you've got to get in them woods. At the minimum, put a solar hunt in the camera out there and just check after it rains again. You can buy them for like 40 bucks at Walmart. And then the thread kind of gets all over the place in the way the screen cap was captured. So I'm going to try my best because now it's just kind of sporadic comments and the O.P.

So I'm just going to try my best. But anyways, someone comments, O.P. No need to hunt or even encounter it. be like the real field scientist. Place trap cameras around potential cave openings and obviously this thing will go straight up trash so I'd use something rotten and soupy like an old stew and just chum the area.

No need to fight it or capture it. Observe, note, plan and then act. Someone else says, Interesting story, O.P. Instructions below. Bring your boys and go out into the woods to track down. Start by looking for some cave entrances. If you find any, rig cameras.

We believe in you. Also investigate the dumpster under which it was hiding. And then the OPE response to some of these questions saying, Interesting. Thanks for sharing the expertise. Are Arthropods flexible? It seemed to be able to fit in that really small space under the dumpster for something that was over six feet tall when it stood up.

That's actually a super good idea. I'll look into picking one up tomorrow. I think that he's replying to the Walmart camera idea. And then the final one he responds to is I'll use mine for scale also the size of both is ambiguous. And like I said, this final screencap is kind of all over the place. So I'm just kind of reading all the comments and the OPs responses. So sorry about that.

But then the OPE says, sorry, dude, not going to say. I mentioned my mom works for a small telecoms company in my town. There aren't many small telecoms companies in my town. And her name and number is listed on their website. As much as I like hanging out with you guys, I'd rather track down the clicking flesh spider and try to kill it with that rock and let anyone on this website contact my mother. It's not far from Chicago, though.

On a really clear day, you can see the Sears Tower from there. And this gives us some good insight, knowing that the O.P. is from Chicago. And then the O.P. posts another kind of comment saying, for ease of use. I'm not sure. I don't own a gun because Comey Blue State. The closest thing I have is my grandfather's old police baton from the Chicago riots in an artillery shell from World War II. And then he says, interesting, as you point out, that this thing definitely didn't seem intelligent or sentient.

It just seemed like a stressed and angry animal. Not sure if that helps. I know that no one here actually knows anything about exactly what I saw yesterday. But out of curiosity, can you kill corpial demons via normal, non-spiritual means? And then in the thread, there is some pictures of what I assume is the police baton that the opia was talking about. that is grandfather used in World War II for the Chicago riots. And he also puts a picture of his drawing of the creature with click click and the X and then the number. So you know it's from the OP.

Very interesting police baton. And also there's a screen cap or a picture of Google Earth, apparently where it took place. You can see the storage unit. And you can also see the woods above it where I don't know what's in those woods, but I guess people are speculating that's where the creature lives. I don't know. And the rest of the thread kind of falls apart. People start making jokes.

And yeah, we don't really hear from the OPE again. But a very interesting thread. I mean, do you believe the O.P? He definitely came with receipts of some sort. I mean, he posted pictures of where it took place. And it makes sense to an extent. But do you think there's some sort of weird alien arthropod in the Chicago suburbs? Let me know down in the comments.

Interesting and unique story. I've been living in a townhouse with my parents with the last couple of summers, and before that for a couple of years in high school. For some ill-fated reason, we've always had terrible neighbors. When we first moved in, we had a woman in our teenage daughter who regularly sold H out of her room, that a family with what seemed was the loudest, angriest chihuahua in the world. For those unfamiliar with townhouses, it's like having a regular house with all of the noises of an apartment building.

The reason we've stayed so long is my dad became friends with the owner, and apparently we get fantastic rent. Anyway, right before I came back from college one summer, my old neighbors, a middle-aged Mexican couple and their kid, left and some new tenants came in. I usually don't keep up with who's living next to us unless they're extremely effing annoying, or they're. park on our side of the driveway. So the first night back, I decide I'm going to smoke a little Zah and listen to some music. My room happens to be adjacent to an identical one on the other side, so when I open the window, I can see light spilling out from the window onto their patio. It's around 3 a.m., so I wonder why they're up so late, or if they just left the light on. But I decide I really don't give a F, so I go through my backpack and look for my pipe.

It's not there. Without my piece, I resort to survival-style methods of getting high and decide to make myself a nice little apple pipe. I go downstairs to the kitchen, get all the shit, come back upstairs and I realize my window is closed. I look outside my room, down the hall at my parents' room, and it's closed. They're sleeping so it couldn't be them.

I decide getting high is more important than investigating, so I go open the window and realize the light next door is now off. As I move from the window to my computer, I hear my window shut hard, and my blinds fall, all simultaneously. I turn around, scared as all fuck, but nothing is there. The next thing I hear is my parents' door opening and my mom coming into my room. She looks pissed, but then the color drains from her face when she sees me looking very, very scared. Looking afraid as fuck is not the usual me, so she's immediately worried.

I explain what happened, but she dismisses it as me being a dumb fuck and trying to scare her. She tells me it's not funny and to knock it off and goes back to bed. Eventually, my will to get high is stronger than my fear, so I smoke a bowl and go to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary happens for a few weeks, so I chalk it up to some strong win, but I can't really explain everything, so I try to keep it out of my head. Come July, I'm usually out of the house all day. but that day is slow so I decided to take it easy and lurk around on my laptop for a bit

it's all a bit boring so I decided to call a friend over as I reached for my phone I hear this ripping noise behind me and when I look there is a hole in my window screen and the edges are jutting out towards me meaning something punched it from the outside except my room is on the second story my first thought was holy shit A ghost just tried to falcon punch its way into my room.

Then two, holy shit, a bird just busted through my window. I spent an hour looking for a bird corpse inside my room and out on my patio, which my window is overlooking. I look up at my room and realize two things. Number one, my window is now closed and I'm the only one in the house. Two, the window of the room next to mine is not only open, but has no screen, and the light is on. I rush back inside and when I get upstairs to my room, the window is open again, except this time the window screen is gone. As in, it's on the floor and it's not outside. Somebody slash something stole my window screen.

For some reason, the first thing I do is angrily march over next door to yell at the tenants next door for stealing my shit. But it's not until I'm outside, I realize that's not even possible. The distance from one window to other is way too far. I go back in and decide I'm not going back upstairs until my parents get home. They eventually get back, but I don't bother to explain, even though they might get suspicious about the missing window screen. I reluctantly climb back upstairs, unfortunately, everything is the way I left it. Window closed, blinds up.

I moved to close the blinds and notice that once again, the light is on next door. The light is spilling onto the patio when I detect movement outside. Somebody is casting a shadow onto the patio from the window. I pay attention to the shadow. It's pretty clear it's a person standing there. But that's the thing that bothered me. They were just standing there. As if they were intently focused on something and refused to move.

Then the light quickly blinks off, then on again. But now the shadow is gone. I start panicking. Nothing moves that fast. It was literally in the blink of an eye. I closed the blinds and sleep with the lights on that night. Just like before, no activity for a couple of weeks. Around the end of July is when my parents announced they're going to vacation to Mexico.

They want me to stay at the house and take care of it, and in exchange, I can throw a party or two as long as I don't overdo it. I'm fucking ecstatic, just thinking of all the shit I'm going to do for a week and a half with an empty house. And I'm not even thinking of all the paranormal shit that happened. Days later, I dropped them off at the airport and pick up my friend, Karen, deciding to cry to my temporary bachelor pad with a smoking session. As soon as we come in, we both realize it is freezing. By the time I get to the thermostat in the living room, she's shivering and rubbing her arms,

even though she's wearing a hoodie. I look at the thermostat. Its thermometer is reading 45 degrees, but it's set to 80. Karen says something like, your heating is fucked up. But she's interrupted by a crash upstairs. She says, aren't we alone?

Feeling like I wasn't going to let this shit ruin my plans, I tell her, If we're not, we're going to be. We rush upstairs, finding my bookcase and my desk on the ground. My books and pretty much all my stuff all over the floor. She helps me clean up as I explain the last two incidents. Karen doesn't really believe in anything paranormal, so the two of us discuss some reasonable explanations for what's been happening.

We both conclude that most likely it's the neighbors. They've been getting into the house somehow, and they're possibly using the window as a way to distract me. She convinces me they've taken this shit way too far, so we decide I should confront them and tell them I've had enough. As we walk outside in the little light that's still left, I notice there's no car in their driveway. That's when it hits me.

I've never seen their car. I've never seen them leave. And except for that shadow, I've actually never seen them at all. I stagger and eventually stop as I come to this realization, noticing me lag behind Karen asked me if something's wrong. I respond.

Karen, I've never seen them. Well, now you'll meet them. It's probably a good idea to get to know your neighbors, even if they sneak into your house to wreck your shit. No, I mean, there's a possibility nobody's going to answer because no one lives there. She makes a confused face, looks over to the house, then back to me and says, What are you talking about?

Somebody has to live there. Haven't you asked your parents about the neighbors at least once? I explained to her that I've never cared as most of the tenants move in for a couple of months then move out when I assumed the owner got tired of their shit. Usually it was for falling behind on the rent or because they trash the place. My parents even told me that on two separate occasions, the police had asked them if they had heard any fighting or yelling next door, as apparently they had been called on a possible domestic violent situation.

Looking increasingly concerned, she muttered. Maybe it wasn't domestic violence? What if whatever's next door has been bothering the tenants, scaring them until they move out? Now that no one's there, it's trying to kick you out. Taking in that possibility, my emotions turned from fear to anger. I could understand getting spooked every once in a while, but kicking me out from the house? Absolutely fucking not. My newly uncovered anger affords me some confidence, and I find myself pounding heavily on the door.

Karen behind me. Nobody answers. We couldn't look through the window, as the blinds were closed and the glass was covered in smudges left by fingerprints. The rest of the house was surrounded by a fence, so I decided I'd see if I could take a look from inside the patio. From there, I could see that the window was closed, but that the light in the room was on. As I turned to Karen, I saw it through my own window that the door to my room was opening. Slowly. My heart pounded as I simultaneously pointed at the door and signaled Karen's look.

We both stood in silence as the door opened ever so slowly, as if whatever was behind it was having great difficulty with its weight. Ajar enough for a person to fit through. The door suddenly stops and into my room walks somebody or something. But at that instant, the lights and. in the room fucking explode, shrouding everything into darkness. We shield our eyes from the flash, and when we look back up, the blinds have been closed. But in that instant, right before the lights blew, we managed to catch a glimpse of it.

It definitely had a human shape, but as for the rest, I believe Karen put it best. It looked fucking dead. In that brief moment, I saw its gray skin, modeled with bruises. its drenched hair fallen onto its shoulders, sticking to its chest with moisture. The purple-stained neck led to its disfigured face, like the victim of a savage beating, contorting its face into a permanent expression of anguish.

What Karen noticed was the yellow eyes. Decane. The pupils now flattened like a goat's due to the rot. It was some fucked up shit. Any anger or confidence or rationale that we previously possessed had dissipated. We are balls to the wall scared. We stand in the patio, paralyzed for what seems like hours. Karen finally speaks up. We've got to call the cops. We can at least make them go through the house. I call the police and tell them there's an intruder in my house. A squad car shows up and two

cops search the entire house. Nothing. I asked them if they can search the one next door, but they say they're not allowed without a warrant. Eventually they leave. We decide that since the cops have gone through it, it must be somewhat safe. We go to my room to find the window once again wide open and the blinds up. I go to close them, but I find that either are impossible. The window simply won't move. And if I had strained more to lower the blinds, I would have broken the string. Karen and I cleaned the glass from the busted lights, exhausted and concerned,

I fall into my bed, and Karen sits in my computer chair. I tell her I'm out of ideas besides breaking into the house next door with a fucking tire iron. She says that maybe that's not such a bad idea. And that's when I notice it. In front of my room is the attic door. And it's been slid open. I move quickly to shut my door and lock it. Karen, looks panicked.

Karen, do you think they search the attic? I ask desperately, hoping for a yes. Probably not, she says. I look around the room, seeking bludgeoning weapons. I pick up one of those heavy marble-based. trophies, she picks up a disused lava lamp. I swing the door open only to find the attic door is now sealed. We run downstairs, but instead of running out the door, I run into the garage where I pick up a fucking tire iron in a big wrench. I toss Karen the tire iron. She asks me if I'm high.

I say no and tell her if she doesn't want to come, she can sit in the car. She refuses and takes a few practice swings of the tire iron. You march upstairs. I turn on the attic light and using a stool we gradually climb into the attic. Despite the summer weather, it's extremely cold in there. I spot what confirms my suspicions. Opposite our attic door is the door from the other house, partially hidden under a pile of insulation. Wondering why anyone would want to share attic space like that,

we approach the door, hesitant to go in. I lift the door slowly and peek out my head into the hallway. All the doors are closed. Karen hands me the stool and we drop down into the hallway as silently as we can. Weapons ready to smash into anything. I decided the first thing I want to see is the room opposite mine. I try the handle and sure enough it's unlocked. I open the door swiftly with the wrench raised but the room is empty, devoid of anything.

The room is completely white except for a black stain on the carpet in front of the window. We approach it. It's actually two stains close together. in the shape of human feet. They're black and shiny, as if somebody had purposely dipped their feet in tar and sat their feet there. As we're looking, the door slams behind us

and we hear somebody descending the stairs in a rush. Alarmed, we both raise our weapons and rush into the hallway to find the master bedroom door ajar. We decided to check it out before we go downstairs. As we approach the door, we notice a smell emanating from the room. It's a horrible stent, and we both reel back and hold her noses.

I stick out my arm and slowly push the door in. The stench did not in any way compare to what we saw. A fucking nest. The outside was made of newspaper, molded like paper mache into a roughly circular shape. Then in the middle was a ring of leaves, and I shit you not matted hair. I looked at Karen, but her eyes were on the walls.

I looked up to see the nailed corpses of several neighborhood cats and dogs. The smell was unbearable, but the sights finally got to us. Karen vomited and I quickly followed. I insisted on find out more so I got closer to the nest. Immediately regretted it. Nestled in the middle were several bowls brimming with unidentifiable liquids.

Some of them were watery and red. Some of them had what I recognized as the black substance we found in the other room. Karen got closer as well. She was the one who noticed that the bowls were actually skull caps. We decide we are weighing over our heads and begin to leave the room. Once in the hallway we realized the stool is gone. We searched the other room unsuccessfully. Comprehending we are now in deep shit.

Both the stool and the other exits are below us, so no matter what, we're fucking going downstairs. We grip our weapons firmly and descend slowly into the pitch black anex. a fumble for a light switch, and surprisingly, I find one. The light is dimmed to the point of almost being useless, so we walk slowly into the living room. As we get closer, we see a brighter light's coming from the corner. It's a small television. Turn on its side.

Playing static. Karen whispers. Now they're not even trying. We step into the middle of the living room. There's a small overturned couch face in the wall. I focus my eyes, trying to distinguish between shades of the living. of black. Way in the corner is something a little darker than the rest. I can tell by the way Karen

grips her tire iron that she sees it too. I whisper, our best bet is to just fucking kill right here, right now. If it's in the corner, it's because it's afraid of us, right? Karen nods. That's when it jumps at us, making the most horrible sound. It was like hearing a death rattle backwards through a shortwave radio. We both swing and we swing hard. I can tell I made impact, because I thought I had broken my hand. The thing squealed, tumbled over and ran slash staggered into the kitchen. We trailed it, but it moved away too fast.

The last thing we saw was it bursting through the front window as we turned around the corner. According to the official police report, a group of homeless men inhabited the premises for an uncertain amount of time. And that's all as well, since we told the police all we heard was the window crashed next door. After I dropped Karen off, I came back to my room to find my window screen, whole and all line against the wall. And next to it was a black, tarry handprint.

The Wanderer on the Tracks. On Halloween of 1988, six teenage boys ventured into a tunnel on a local railroad. Only one escaped with his life in a photo. What resulted from that innocent venture was a teenager. two-year period of unexplained murders, which killed off a good 10% of my small town's population. To this day, no one knows the true fate of the five boys in the reason behind the murders that lasted until the fall of 1990, except for me. I'm the lone survivor of the six who encountered the wanderer on the tracks on that dark Halloween of 1988. It was supposed to be a simple dare,

nothing to it everyone had heard of how every Halloween people head into the tunnel and never come out we all thought it was bullshit then again we were only 14 and not very well learned in the way of the paranormal all we expected was just some crazy dude into bed sheet however what we found was much much worse and what we did made the outcome ten times worse than it could have been I guess that curiosity killed the cat really fits when remembering the story. It was me, Steve, John, Andy, George, Bill, and Fred. Explaining our choice of costume is irrelevant. However, let us note that we all brought flashlights,

and Andy had bought a bucket to collect candy in. Foolish, Andy. I remember your death so vividly. It haunts my dreams to this very day. And she does, too. But not for long. We all had dinner at John's house, as it was closest to the tunnel. After that, we played some Super Mario Bros.

On his NES to pass time until it was dark. When it was, we all departed to completely dare we so foolishly accepted. I carried a Polaroid to show everyone what was really in the tunnel. We left when it was considerably dark outside. Most of the dads were parading their seven-year-olds up and down the street to getting candy before it got really dark. There had recently been some kidnappings in the night. the area but we didn't expect to meet the suspect so we thought we'd be safe with each step towards the tunnel it seemed as if it got darker and when we arrived it was pitch black and it was pretty much

only us and the older trick-or-treaters outside we all stopped at the entrance of the tunnel for a moment realizing that we may not make it out alive after waiting one more moment we hesitantly stepped inside turning on all four flashlights. No one really wanted to do this. We felt this more and more as we went deeper into the tunnel. It was weird though. Usually a tunnel ended around 500 feet. But it seemed like this one went on for miles.

We went on for what I want to say was another 3,000 feet. That's when we saw it. At the time, we had no idea what it was. If I had a choice, I would wish that any. never found out what it was and what it did the fuck is that bill asked half whispering to the rest of us what we saw looked like a girl that it covered herself in a dark paint or makeup and had on a plain old nightgown she was holding what looked like a rod or staff her back was facing us beats me and he shrugged hey he yelled at the thing before throwing the buck out at it it clanged off the creature and rolled

to the right of the track. Suddenly, it made the most gruesome noise in the world as its head rotated 180 degrees to stare back at us. I hastily took out my polar eye and shot a picture of it. I put away the camera and shook the developing picture before putting it inside my pocket. Everyone was frozen in place looking at the creature, seemingly paralyzed.

Soon, the creature lifted the rod and threw it at Andy. It was horrifying. and amazing. Seeing it throw what we now knew was a spear with such dexterity, as well as doing it backwards. The spear struck Andy in the chest, dead center in the sternum. His rib cage collapsed and blood sprayed

from the entry and the exit. His spine snapped, and he crumpled to the ground. The blood splattered spear was stuck in the ground a good 40 feet behind us. It was only a moment before we actually thought to run. We didn't even try to save Andy. I turned my head and saw the creature ripping open his chest, tearing muscle and organs apart,

as our dying counterpart screamed in his death throws. It seemed like the creature wanted to separate flesh from bone, as that is exactly what it had done. Andy's flesh and innards were scattered around his skeleton in a pool of his blood. It was coming for the rest of us now. Bill was the next one it caught, eviscerating him in the same manner as it did to Andy. Then she got George.

And then Fred. It was me and John left. The creature was so close we could feel its putrid breath on her necks. We both heard its demonic growls and screeches, as we just barely escaped its furious grabs for our costumes. We kept on running, even though the lactic acid had built up so much in our arms and legs, and our breath was ragged, and we were so damn tired. Soon we saw the end of the tunnel.

Somehow it was morning, which was so illogical, but John and I were both happy to see the latter day. Suddenly, I heard a trip and stumble. John had fucking tripped. We were outside of the tunnel, and he tripped. I didn't even need to turn my head to know he would be gored and gutted. I ran a safe distance away behind some trees near my house.

His screams echoed through the neighborhood and awoke several families, wandering outside to see what was happening, Everyone who went outside all saw the creature as it tore apart John. When it was done, it swept its eyes across the shock citizens of my small town and let out a deafening roar that no man or animal could create. It then dashed back inside the tunnel. And everyone ran inside their homes, including me.

For two years after that, the people who saw the creature were found disemboweled and skinned in their homes. Some people tried to move, but I heard them say it was like they were chained here. The creature was holding everyone here, keeping everyone who'd seen it captive in this town. I'm the last surviving person who saw the wanderer on the tracks, and my time is coming soon. How did I last this long? I don't know. I bet it's teasing me, torturing me, making me shit my pants every time I turn a corner. It's taken a hold of my life and I can no longer function like other people. I can no longer go out in the dark. My windows are always closed.

The blinds always down. The doors always locked. I've tried to commit S word multiple times, but I can't. It won't let me. Recently, I've been hearing the dying screams of my dying friends. I've heard a bucket clanging from outside my window, tapping on my front door at night. It's a sign.

It's coming for me soon. And then it's coming for you. And then the picture of the wanderer on the tracks, which just has to be the polarity picture, the Opie snapped as they were deep inside the tunnel. A terrifying photo. And, yeah, very interesting story. I mean, it's a little bit out there,

but yeah, classic, scary story. Let me know your thoughts on it. This story is 100% true. Only the names have been altered. Let's start with some backstory. You may refer to me simply as John. At the time of writing, I am 24 years old and married with a 19-month-old stepson. I grew up in the southeastern U.S.

However, my mother is originally from the north. She became pregnant with me at a very young age and moved here to raise me with the help of my grandfather. Before long, she married the man whom I still consider my true father. and he was very good to us. In fact, I was not aware of the circumstances of my birth until I was 15. I will continue to refer to him simply as my father. Soon after, she became pregnant with the older of my two sisters. My father, for reasons I neither know nor care to know,

committed S word when I was about four years old. At the time, I did not understand death and thought he would return. Throughout my life, I have had quite a few run-ins with the paranormal, several of which I refer to later in this story. I've seen what I believe to be apparitions, poltergeist activity, and experienced sleep paralysis on many occasions, however, I don't really believe it's much of a paranormal thing.

It can be frightening. And on one occasion, I believe I even saw my deceased father. This story, however, will chronicle what I believe to be the most disturbing chain of events I have ever experienced relating to the paranormal and the even more terrifying implications of them. I suppose that the best place to begin would be when I first moved in with my new roommates, whom I would call Ashley and Tom.

I lived on my own before, but I had recently been laid off, and was forced to move back in with my mom and current stepfather. The house my mother lived in at the time was the absolute most consistently haunted place I've ever lived, to the point where things stopped being scary and just got annoying. The most common occurrence was hearing footsteps up and down the stairs above my room all night, every night. At first, we thought it was just rats or just our dogs, but considering the weight and interval between the steps, as well as the fact that they would stop as soon as we went to check,

I find that very, very hard to believe. The second most common occurrence was polter guys' activity. Apparently, our ghost disliked fans, so much in fact, that any fan not attached to the ceiling would inevitably switch itself off. In one instance, an oscillating fan violently slid itself across the kitchen floor, unplugged and tripped itself over after one of us had turned it back on during dinner. My entire family, including my four stepbrothers, my sisters, my mother, stepfather, and my cousin, all witnesses happened without explanation.

Needless to say, moving away from that awful place and into a poltergeist free space was just what the doctor ordered. I'd been unemployed for about four months when, at long last, I had finally landed a new job at a local manufacturing plant. I've been saving money, looking for somewhere to go other than my parents' place. When one of my co-workers, Ashley, who had actually worked with me in my previous job with

and whom I had also shared a short-lived relationship with, offered me a room living with herself and Tom, who had been in a similar situation to myself and had moved in together the month prior. I agreed and quickly moved into my new, smaller, yet quieter abode. Ashley was an ex-marine girl, not terrible to look at and physically fit, though headstrong, as is characteristic of most jarheads. She owned two full-grown boxer hounds that were essentially her children.

If the house was burning down, she may have had a difficult time choosing between saving them or her own mother. Tom was very shy and quiet. Not a bad-looking guy, but very awkward. especially with women. He had retained his high school goth kid's sense of style, and you could tell with one look into his room, which was adorned with all manner of Tim Burton and Invader Zim memorabilia, among other generally dark, yet seemingly immature for his age to core. We all got along quite well, and even got Tom to come out of his shell on occasion, sometimes even talking him to bars with us

and trying unsuccessfully to get him laid. It didn't take long for Ashley and I to become friends with benefits, as neither of us was looking for a relationship, especially with each other, but still had basic human needs that we could conveniently fill for one another. I learned soon after, however, that Tom had actually asked her out, to which she had denied him, effectively putting him in the friend zone. If I had known this, I would have been more discreet, but it was too late. He wasn't stupid. He knew.

He never mentioned it much, though I did detect occasional jealousy. it was for the best, though. She obviously wasn't his type at all, and she was older than him by several years. Several months passed this way, without incident, until Tom began to get behind on his rent. He had been spending all his money on pot and laying out of work to stay home and get high. It soon became apparent that he was clinically depressed, and given that he had a history of attempted S-word, Ashley decided to give him an ultimatum. In the spirit of tough love, she gave him one month.

to catch up on rent or go somewhere else knowing fully well you'd go back home with his mother which was probably a good thing for him he began staying the night to add his mom's more and more rarely shown his face at our house until finally we stopped seeing him altogether he had taken some essentials but had otherwise left his possessions untouched so we just left them be until he decided to come get them after all this happened things changed this became apparent when soon after I had my first experience since the old place. I was driving home from work in my little Toyota pickup truck, around seven or eight a night, I'd say,

just cruising and enjoying a cigarette. When I pulled into my driveway, I parked and set my e-break like always, cut the truck off, and began gathering the stuff I was going to take inside with me. As I did, my truck shifted, as if someone were getting out of the bed of it. Instinctively, I looked up into my rearview mirror,

only to see, of course, nothing there. At precisely the time I decided it was nothing to worry myself about, my truck quickly jumped forward, as if another car had tapped it from behind. Needless to say, this startled me quite a bit, so I opened the door and eased out, cursing as I dropped my father's zippo onto the concrete in the process. As I knelt down to pick up the marred lighter, the truck again abruptly shifted forward,

almost as if harboring aggressor towards my process. presence. Stunned, I remained grounded, but for a moment, as I quickly regained enough composure to pick myself up off the asphalt and sprint inside. As I hurriedly shut and bolted the door behind me, Ashley appeared from her room and inquired as to why my face was so pale. What? You just got bum rushed by a ghost or something, she said? No, uh, stomach just feels like shit from eating Taco Bell again, I lied. Surely. I was just being a pussy, right? I reasoned with myself. shit. I'm glad nobody saw me bitch out like that, I thought. I've seen way more fuck shit than this before, but I couldn't shake the feeling. It was like something was watching me constantly.

Ducking into cover just in time to escape being caught my gaze as I scanned the woods outside through the living room window. Eventually, I gathered the valor to venture outside again and gather my left belongings. Most importantly, Dad Zippo. I picked it up and inspected it for new damage. Fortunately, it looked as it always had. It was a plain black zippo, and it had a deep dent in the top with a paint flaked off the edges. I've been told by my mother that this very lighter was in my father's pocket when he committed S word, and that the dent had been caused by shrapnel from the bullet, breaking up and hitting it. True or not, something had definitely hit it with quite impressive force to dent the lighter in such a way. The damage had not affected the lighter's

function, however, and my mother had given it to me as a memento the previous year. Quickly, I inspected the lighter, grabbed my other belongings, and rushed back inside without further incident. After I returned, Ashley decided to go to bed and suggested I do the same. Needless to say, I did not sleep that night, and my spidey sense was at constant attention. It was a very, very long night. The next day, I got out of bed as soon as it was bright enough to see my bedroom floor, Still feeling watched and somewhat paranoid and very cautiously drove to the local Starbucks. I ordered my usual iced triple grande four pump vanilla extra drizzle caramel machiato.

I used to work at Starbucks. Seriously, it's a good drink and pretty much chugged it down. After I finished, I lit up a cigarette outside and watched the early bird hipsters for a bit before I decided to head back home. When I got there, Ashley met me at the door looking very tired. She informed me that her dogs had been up all night growling and staring at different spots in the room and that when she did fall asleep, she was woken up by a nightmare. But she couldn't remember the details. Neither of us had slept and we were both off.

So we decided to remedy the situation with some natural medication. So we went around back and blazed a bit of her leftover stash. It was some good stuff too. It didn't take long before we were both out like the dead. Over the course of the next few days, I kept having trouble sleep. due to the constant being watched feeling, and seeing things out of the corner of my eye every five minutes didn't help.

I had always had insomnia, though, so it wasn't really anything new. I'd functioned in war-shaped before. Still, it wasn't pleasant. I'd never carried this level of paranoia for so long after an event, and it was beginning to wear on me. The following weekend,

I had smoked out earlier in the day, partially to shake the paranoid feeling, and had been veggieing out in the, recliner watching nearly a whole season of Spartacus. Great show. When Ashley's room door cracks open and her dogs bolt out of the room like a bad out of hell, Ashley followed, slowly stepping out of her room, looking tired and a bit pale. She flopped down on the couch on my feet and, in a firm at tone, as I'd ever heard from her, she said, we need to blaze. Right fucking now. Not wanting to turn down free weed, I obliged, and packed her favorite bolt of the brim with

the last of her stash. After he finished off the bowl, she explained to me what had happened. She'd been having a lucid nightmare about her and her family being chased by these evil-looking black dogs. They had gotten every one of her family but her. And right when they caught her by her throat, she woke up, feeling like she had been choked and both her dogs were staring at her, cowering in the corner, whining. The dream had really distressed her, which was saying something. We decided to do some good old-fashioned Google research, and what we came up with was rather disturbing. Everything pointed to these dogs from a dream being hellhounds, and according to the sources we found, most of them stated that their presence was warning of a demon desperately attempting to harm us.

This all sounded very bee horror movie to us, but we kept reading on the stuff we had come across. One thing that stuck out to me, in particular, was an, entry stating that remembering a past life could be a sign of demonic attachment or deception. I had remembered my mother telling me stories about when I was very young and telling her about things that couldn't possibly have happened at my age. So I called her and asked her about it. She told me that I used to talk about my grandfather's cabby hat. He always called it a Polish cab driver hat and tell her that I wore the same kind of hat when I worked barefoot in the fields. She also reminded me about a time

when I had seen my father after he passed away. This one, I remembered vividly. I had been playing outside in the woods. They weren't scary woods, but by any means, it was a rural farmland area. And the woods near our house weren't very dense. And I had come across a tall man in what looked like black spring jacket and blue jeans.

When I got closer, he looked at me and smiled. It was daddy. Finally, after all this time, me'd come back, just like I thought. I remember we walked around the woods and talked about nothing in particular for a long time. Eventually, we ended up back at the edge of the woods near our backyard. I told Daddy to come see Mama with me, but he just shook his head and said, I can't. Being a child, my solution was simple. I'll just bring Mom to you. I ran up to the house and swung the door open, screaming for Mom smiling and telling her the great news. Daddy was home,

and he was right outside. I remember how much my mom held me and cried. I remember being so confused why she was all upset. After all, I knew she wanted Dad to come home more than even me. I went back outside after Mom, finally let me go to tell him what had happened. And I never saw him again. After Mom, tearfully retold the story, I told her I loved her and ended the conversation. Armed with renewed memories, I decided to research further.

and pursue more information about seeing my past father. Yet again, I found entries claiming demonic deception, trying to gain your trust. This hurt my heart. I'd just known Dad was the one I saw that day, but could I really have been fooled? Even more pressing, had I been followed since I was a child?

Growing up, I had always been terrified of the dark, but not sure why. I remembered once, just before Dad died, laying in bed in the dark and seeing these god-awful, horrifying, red eyes coming closer and closer to me. I remember screaming for help, and my mom telling me that Donnie, Donatella, my turtle, I practically had a ninja turtle loving growing up, would protect me. But I kept freaking out. She says that I was just really sick, to the point that I was hallucinating.

But I remembered that it was real to me. It still makes me shudder. All the experiences, the feeling I was being watched, I felt like he was all making too much sense, but why now? Why all of a sudden, like this, was I being targeted? Ashley had a good idea. Tom was really into that kind of thing. Maybe he got happy with a Ouija board or something one day

and let some kind of bad spirit out, she suggested. So we decided to look through the belongings he had left. We looked through a bunch of stuff in his closet and found a whole lot of strange things, including some odd candles and incense, a couple pentagrams, the Ouija board we thought about, and even a dress. We eventually came across a big gray CD binder that I had a couple of adult content mags in it and some CDs labeled 1 through 8 in Sharpie.

Deciding to be nosy, we assumed it had to be adult content. And given the weird stuff we had already come across, we wanted to see just how weird old Tommy Boy really was. It was wrong, I admit, but what we found was, informative. We chose a CD at random and popped it into the disc drive on my laptop. It was an audio file, but a very long one, and without any track markers. Curiosity peaked. I clicked the play button, and through my speakers blared the words, Satan's kingdom was stolen from him. What the hell we both said at the same time? The whole thing was a collection of Satanic, specifically Luciferian sermons,

putting two to two together, I decided not to spend the night at home. That night, I went to a good friend's house. We'll call him Jim. His father had been a missionary for years, so we knew his dogma pretty well, which was just what I needed. We started talking over a beer about everything that had been going on, trading ideas and theories, and generally shooting the shit. After a while, I began to feel that some paranoia that I had been feeling.

But I initially brought shit off as that sort of feeling you get sometimes when you talk about ghosts and demons, etc. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling. As I was sitting there, listening to him, I sort of zoned out and daydreamed. I guess you'd call it that. This strange beast walking behind the couch Jim was sitting on,

it looked shrouded and missed, and the only way I can describe anything close to it is like a storm atronic from Merrilland. After that, I snapped out of it and went to go piss. The feeling had gotten far. far worse now. So much so that I rushed my piss as fast as I could because I felt vulnerable. At this point, I felt like it was time to let Jim know what was up. So I started to say, hey man, look, I don't mean to freak you out, but that's when he cut me off and said,

I'm way ahead of you, dude. So we just listened for a bit. I'm not sure what we were listening for, but it was instinct. We didn't hear anything, but the atmosphere in the room just got heavy. It was as if something terrible was imminent, and we knew it. This was when we noticed that it had gotten cold enough in his house to see your own breath. At this point, all I wanted was a cigarette. So I grabbed my lighter and was about to be headed towards the sliding glass door that led to the deck. When I noticed Jim's expression, he was so pale. And his mouth was just slightly agape as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He was staring towards the door. door. So I stepped that way and out of nowhere, I was gripped by this sudden, deep, utterly hopeless, absolute terror. It sent such a foreboding chilled on my spine. I literally burst into tears. I was paralyzed. Only for a second, but that second felt like an eternity. I quickly moved away from that cursed spot and Jim, thinking on his feet, grabbed his Bible, and began reading a passage. I quickly followed suit reading along with them. I'm not sure what we read or why we read it, but somehow it worked.

After several minutes of this, the feeling of terror was gone. The air wasn't thick. We both felt fine, great, in fact. We even watched The Exorcist after, just for fun. After the movie, Jim went to bed and I crashed on the couch. I woke up around 9 or 10 a.m. in a sleep paralysis state. It's a pretty common thing for me,

so it doesn't really phase me anymore. And I was fully aware of what was going on, so I decided to just wait it out. As I'm laying there waiting for the paralysis to wear off, something speaks to me. Not with words or an audible voice, sort of like telepathy, I guess. I can only describe it like a train of thought

going through your head that you know is definitely not your own. You can't even articulate it into a language. but you know exactly what it means, through feeling alone. And whatever it was said to me this way, if I can't get to you, I'll get to those close to you. And just like that, I was free of paralysis, no fear, no paranoia,

just an understanding of what I was just told. Over the next month, Ashley and I simply could not get along. She was constantly grumpy and mean. She kept trying to milk me for money, claiming I owed her rent that I didn't. That kind of thing. Before long, we are no longer friends. So I found my own place.

Got my shit one day when she was at work, and without notice, move the fuck out. As I was leaving, I felt that presence again. I ignored it the best I could, but I got the feeling it was happy, in a strange, evil sort of way. A few months passed,

and I hear nothing from Ashley. One year later, I find out she's been hospitalized. Not sure why, and that she lost her job, in her house. Imagine how I felt. I couldn't dare face her with clear conscience. I have a wife in a step zone now. I still see things out of the corner of my eyes sometimes. And I hear strange sounds on the baby monitor every now and again, but not that terrible presence. One thing, though,

my son has recently become very afraid of the dark. And all right, guys, that wraps up some scary 4chan threads. I hope you enjoyed today's video. I enjoyed recording. recording it for you guys and these four chance stories are getting harder and harder to come by so sorry if they come out a little bit more spratically now it took me hours and hours to find these stories i'm not even joking it took a long long time to find some new unique stories for you guys so i hope you enjoyed this video so please leave a like down below and subscribe to the channel i'd love for you to join the community and leave a comment down below letting me know what your favorite story was in today's video or if you have any other feedback or what videos like to see in the future and um you

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