Snook - Strange Scary Stories

Episode Date: June 18, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another scary stories video, and today we're getting into some strange scary stories, and all of these stories are sent in by you guys, viewers of the Snook Channel. So thank you all for your emails. I read through all of them and decided to include these scary stories in this video. So if your story is in the video, awesome. And if it's not, don't worry, might be in a future video. And if you'd like to see your story in a future video, someone who hasn't sent it in an email, please send to the email on screen now. And thank you so much for stopping by. I appreciate you all.

You guys are the best. And please like and subscribe to the channel. It helps so much. So please like, please subscribe, and sit back and relax. And without further ado, let's get into some strange, scary stories. Something sounds exactly like my dog. And I don't know what it is. Hi, Snuck.

I enjoy watching your videos and find them super interesting. They help me get through cleaning and studying. And I can't wait to see your channel grow. more. To preface this story, I want to say that I am a semi-sceptic. I grew up in a family that did not push religion whatsoever, though we did, and still do, believe in superstition. Things like never having a mere facing an entryway, and putting brooms and crystals over doors. I'm now my teens, and while I still believe in those things, I've become much more logical. An important aspect of this is the layout of our property. We have almost 11 acres, most of it being pasture.

We have our front pasture which has a pond and it's a very open area. Behind our house is mostly fenced in. And further back there is unfenced land. Our property stops at the tree line and there's a trail a few hundred yards back into the woods. The trail is very open, well established and belongs to the county. Not many people walk down it from day to day. A few dog walkers and runners here and there, but it's not a main path. I board my horse at a barn around six or seven minutes away on foot.

The driveway intercepts the trail, so I walk up. back to the trail and then make my way up the driveway into the barn. From the barn you can faintly hear our animals. We have goats, chickens, turkeys, and dogs. This morning, I'm writing this after the night this happened, I went to the barn before feeding the goats so my horse could have his feet trimmed. I left at around 8.50, got there at 9, and left at 935, meaning it was broad daylight. As I was walking towards my house, by this point I was off the trail and on my neighbor's property heading to mine, I heard barking from in the inside the woods. It sounded exactly like my dog, Omega. I know the dogs that live around us and

none of them sound quite like mine. He's a Belgian sheep dog, meaning he has bred for hurting, so he has a loud and strong bark. I was very confused because Omega respects the fence and has never gotten out before. I immediately called my mom for fear that he had escaped and was attacking some poor bunny. While the phone rang, I started walking into the woods to investigate. It went to voicemail. I got about five feet in before the horrible feeling washed over me, like something was terribly wrong. I felt like I need to get out of there now, or I was going to die. I've never felt like that before, maybe in less intensity, but never like this. I always listened to my guts, so I got the hell out of there.

As I was walking towards the back gate, I saw Omega. He was standing there, not looking at me, but passed me into the woods. Usually while he's outside, he'll chase the goats, but not now. He didn't bark. He didn't even move. As I watched him, there came the barking again from inside the woods. I was watching my dog in front of me, mouth shut and staring, and hearing him barked from behind me. I won't lie, it freaked me out a quite a bit. I went inside and immediately told my mom about the barking and the feeling I got when I approached it.

She listened to Tenley, as I recalled what had just happened. She followed up by sharing her own story. She and my dad both work from home. In this particular day, she swore to me. She heard Omega barking outside. She asked my dad to go check on them for fear that he was scaring the goats again. My dad went upstairs from the basement only to find all four dogs sleeping on the kitchen floor, including Omega. I went back to the barn later that day, and while I was tacking up my horse, I heard the barking in the woods again.

I don't know what this is. I want to chalk it up to just another dog that happened. happens to sound like mine, or maybe a very talented mockingbird. But both logically don't make sense. Why is they crypted, if that's what it is, in an agricultural community where nine out of 10 people own a gun? I have zero idea. Hi, Snook, I have quite a few stories to send in eventually once I get them written down, but this is one I recently remembered and sat down to type up. I really like your videos and listen to them any chance I get, so if my story gets read, that'll be so cool.

When I was 19, I went into a trade school program where I lived on the campus, at three roommates in the building, but the one I will speak about today will be named Rose. Rose was a really interesting roommate to have. She wasn't super invested into the program like I was, so she'd oftentimes sneak off to go smoke or see the guys on the campus, but I didn't mind. She was really goofy and a tinge ratchet, but it was a charming type of ratchet, I have a lot of good memories with her.

Above our beds, we had these cork boards that we were allowed to decorate as long as it was appropriate. The first thing I noticed when I moved into that room was that her board was absolutely covered in stuff. So I went over to check it out. There was a charm for Santomerte. I'd heard of it before because I'm from a primarily Hispanic area of my state, so it's a pretty well-known deity. But most people were just Catholic or Christian. some say that it's not good to do work with her, but some do anyway because she can bring protection. The only people I ever knew that practiced with her were people who were not living their lives right,

but that is just my experience. I didn't really mind that she practiced that or anything because to each their own and as long as she's not doing anything bad, then it's not a big deal anyways. Time goes on and we talk about it at some point because I'm curious as to why people chose the beliefs they have. She tells me it's a bit more personal things going on in her life that I won't share, but eventually she tells me that she's really interested in this other girl down the hall from us and wants the girl to move into our dorm because one of the beds was vacant after the girl that had the bed graduated. I told her it's probably not a good idea to just get her to move in simply because she liked her romantically. Because what if it doesn't work out or the girl doesn't like her back, then it'll be awkward.

But in typical rose fashion, she was trying anyway. When she wanted something or someone, she was pretty set on that, and there wasn't anything that could change her mind. I have to tell you how our beds were set up, so you can understand this next part. Think of four beds in a room. Birds I view, there's two on the top and two on the bottom. Rachel stayed on the top left bed, and I stayed on the bottom left bed. Then our roommates had the right beds next to the outside wall. They had three windows.

I started having bad nightmares while I was there, but that's not really. really knew. I started dreaming that I'd wake up in the middle of the night not being able to move, and I'd look at the window closet to Rose's end of the room, and that there was this woman covered in all black feathers that would come to our second-story window at night, and she would look at me and point a long finger at Rose and smile. I was so terrified every time I saw her, which was only a few times, but I felt so scared. When I'd wake up for my nightmare, I'd always open my eyes and be looking directly at the window that I saw the woman in, which freaked me out even more. The room started to have a heavier feeling to it, if that makes sense.

And my roommates and I kept getting sick over and over again, but I chalked it up to having so many nightmares while I was there and being in a new place where I really have no control of my environment or my routine. And there being thousands of people, probably spreading around viruses and germs. The dreams started bothering me so much that I looked it up, and the woman that I kept seeing in my dreams was disturbingly similar to La Lachusa, which is a type of owl woman. That's like a scary folklore legend in Mexican culture.

Apparently, she takes lost souls or something like that, which freaked me the hell out because I didn't want anything to do with that, and clearly something was happening, and I was being noticed if it isn't showing up in my dreams, even though I didn't do anything myself. I didn't tell Rosa first because I was trying not to think about it, and I only just learned what it might be, because I looked it up when I saw in the dream,

so I really kept trying to ride it off what I was experiencing and try not to get all spooked out. A couple weeks after the dream started, I gave in and asked Rose if she was doing anything spiritually, and I mentioned that I started to feel like something was off in the room, just to get her to talk before I randomly told her that a scary owl woman wants her soul, according to my dreams, and Google, ha-ha. She proceeded to tell me she was making an offering to Santamorete to have that girl she liked move into our room and become close with her and so they could be together. I immediately had a bad feeling and told her about my dreams.

She looked really freaked out and scared, and I told her she needed to stop what she was doing because it's wrong, and you can't force someone to love you. While I'm open to people practicing whatever spirituality or religion they choose, trying to force someone to love you is not okay and will never be okay. I started to feel like that I was watching the craft play out in real life, honestly. About a week or so goes by, in the bed she wanted the girl to end up in, gets taken by a new girl. And the bed had been vacant for a couple months at this point, so if the crush was going to get the bed, she would have been by them. Shortly after that, Rose gets into a fight, which she starts a whole lot of other issues with a lot of her friends as well.

This part could be a coincidence, but the girl she likes started completely ignoring her, and she's super upset about it because she doesn't know why the girl's being cold to her. she tried to get me to go talk to the girl to see why she wasn't talking to Rose. And when I did speak with the crush, she was fine with me, but the moment I mentioned Rose, she looked disgusted. That's the best way to describe it, utter disgust. I figured maybe there was more to the story that I just wasn't getting clued in on and told Rose to just let it go.

She was pretty hurt by it, but I figured she'd move on to someone else anyways, so I didn't think much about it. The next week, while I'm in class, my other roommate texts me, and tells me that Rose got busted with having weed in her locker, even though she'd had weed the entire time. She'd been there and never once got caught, not even through security or smoking it outside. Then she gets arrested and kicked out of the program.

It could all be a coincidence or the result of many non-spiritual bad choices, but I truly felt like something was going on in there because of what she tried to do. From what I understand, Santa Muerre does not like to be asked for selfish things if they are wrong. It's disrespectful in a way to do that, and it can bring harm upon someone else. So, I always felt like that was a real show of how things work out if you try to mess with something you don't understand.

I mentioned the movie The Crafts because one of the girls does witchcraft and make a guy fall in love with her, and because it's so selfish, everything starts to go wrong and her life falls apart. I feel like with any spiritual practice, that's what can happen to you if you have selfish intentions. I personally don't mess with any of that stuff because I don't like the gamble. but if you do, please be smart and safe about it. I have a few more stories from my time there about paranormal stuff, but it's not stuff I experienced personally. A close friend of mine apparently stayed in a haunted dorm, L.O.L.

But yeah, I hope you all liked reading this. I'll send in some personal stories at some point, though. Even if this doesn't make it into a video, thanks for reading, Snook. My cat is no longer my cat. Hey, Snook, I'm a new viewer. I found your videos a couple months ago and I've been hooked since. I live in the Appalachian Mountains. I live in the heart of it all.

I've had a few scary encounters, but nothing like this. I saw that you do submit its stories, so here's mine. This isn't short, but it's not as long as your usual stories. I posted this to write it as well, but I'd like to share it with you. I hope you enjoy. There was also a few spelling errors, but during the time of writing this, I began crying again, just thinking about it. To others, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but to me, it's more.

I don't know how to start this without sounding crazy, like I made this up. But just to let you know, this is pretty long, and I'm deeply sorry about that. I don't like to talk about this openly. I don't really know how to genuinely talk about this without getting teary-eyed or scared. I haven't told many people, but I live in a small town in the Appalachian Mountains. It's this place that no one's heard of, and that's probably for the best. I have a cat. Her name is Moon.

She's a rescue. I found her when she was just a little baby. Couldn't have been any older than a week when I found her. Her eyes weren't even open. Someone had dumped the poor thing out near the river in the back of my yard. Out of the litter, she was the only one left alive. To bring some clarity, I did end up burying the little kittens up by an old oak tree. Anyways, I bottle fed her, basically nursing her to life.

I kept her tucked in my hoodie when I raised her. And since the day I found her, August 9th, 2023, we've been attached to the hip ever since. Then one day, she just left. Poof. She was gone. There wasn't a trace of her anywhere. I thought maybe someone came by and took her, but that wasn't the case. Nobody comes down my road because it leads to a dead end. The only people to come down here are UPS workers, FedEx workers, or postal delivery. I noticed the day she went missing when she didn't show up for breakfast. I thought that maybe she was hiding somewhere or chasing birds through the woods again. She loves to catch birds and give them to me. I don't really understand why, but I called and I called and I called for her. She wasn't anywhere in sight. I walked down to the river, up the hiking trails, I even put out food for her. For a while I couldn't sleep. Every night I sat on my porch crying. And I know it's considered pussy for a man to cry over his cap, but in a way, she rescued me from a dark place. I prayed and hoped that she would just come trotting out of the tree line like

nothing happened. But she never did. Then on the eighth day, she came back. But something was wrong. Bad, wrong. Something awful had happened to my baby and I wasn't there to protect her. I saw her just before sunrise while I was smoking a cigarette. She was sitting at the end of the porch. At first I felt this overwhelming rush of relief that was so strong, I almost broke down crying.

When I began to walk towards her, this foul smell hit me. It felt like the nose hairs on the inside of my nose had burnt because of how bad this smell was. This smell, it was something that I'd never smelled before, like someone took rotted meat, burnt hair, sour milk, and eggs, and just left it out on the heat. The smell was something bad to the point my eyes began watering. Her fur was disgusting. It was matted, sticky, like she had rolled in something that was dead for a long time.

But her eyes, they weren't the same eyes that I once adored so much. They looked like moons. but it was something behind them that was just, it was off. Like there was something else hidden behind her face, like it was wearing her like a mask. The way she moved was in an almost jerk-type motion, like she forgot how to walk. And I said her name, she didn't blink, didn't meow,

her eyes were just wide, wide like you've seen something you'll never forget. She just tilted her head really slowly, but way too far for her cat. That's when Rocky went absolutely apes, I forgot to mention my dog Rocky is a pit mix. He's my service dog. One of the sweetest dogs you'll ever meet. Absolutely loves other people. Loves cats. He's just a sweet angel, but he is protective as hell when he needs to be. And I mean, he never growls without having a reason. I do remember the night before we was pacing by the door all night, winding on and off. I thought that maybe he was just anxious about moon being gone. Those two were also inseparable. But when she showed up,

He absolutely lost it. He wasn't barking. He just began growling, low and deep. Hackles raised, and he was shaping his teeth. It made me scared because I've never seen him like that before. He broke through his little dog door and got right in between me and her. He refused to move. The moment I tried to step in between him and her, he snapped,

not at me, but between me and her. Like he wasn't allowing me to touch her or get near her. And then I just froze. I realized in that moment that she had him blinked once. Not once. Not since I saw her at the end of the porch. And Rocky just stood there. Staring her down like whatever the fuck was in front of us was no longer a cat.

I made a dumb decision. One that I regret to this day. I let her in. I let this thing into my house. Looking back now, that is one of my biggest regrets. Not listening to my dog and instead letting this thing come in. Rocky followed close behind her. not once did he take his eyes off of her his tail was stiff he kept his head low like he was ready to fight

every muscle was in his body was sticking out like they were tense he was no longer whining he was just in this constant state of growling like a warning you can't turn off my baby moon or whatever the fuck that thing was walked in like she owned the place which was unusual to me same path she always took but her body was wasn't moving right. I kept noticing, and it lit little flashes. Her back legs were stiff like a deer that had just been shot. Her joints were bending in the opposite direction, and her paws made too much noise on the floor. Cats are supposed to be quiet, but she sounded heavy. I kept telling myself that she had just been through hell. There may be something scared her, or she was just hurt really

badly. But my gut just wouldn't settle, and neither would rocky. She jumped. She jumped. up on my back porch like she always did, but she missed. And she never missed that jump. Cats rarely miss jumps like that. And I've seen her jump from my porch onto a hummingbird. She hit the edge heart, thudded against it, began scrambling like she didn't know how her own claws worked, and she just laid there. And she fucking twisted in this weird way, just looking at me like a bobcat does to its prey. That's when she tried to meow. It sounded almost right. Have you ever heard a recording of someone saying your name and the tones all off and the pitch just dips too far towards the end

like AI trying to copy a voice and fucking it up just enough to make your stomach twist? It was just like that. A fucking mimic. Like something trying to remember how cats are supposed to sound but missing something in the middle. That broke it for me. But for a moment I froze.

She was staring directly at me like she wanted me. That's when, and I swear on my brother's grave. She fucking smiled at me. I began backing up with the little courage I had left, not a lot in this word, scared me, but this terrified me. Finally, what felt like forever, I got to my hallway.

Rocky was still at my heels, growling like he was ready to fight. I slowly got to my closet, not taking an eye off of a moon. I grabbed my 22. It's nothing fancy, just a basic rifle that I've used for rabbits that kept tearing up my garden.

I had no, clue what I was planning to do. I didn't want to hurt the old girl, not if by some chance it was still her, but still my skin was fucking crawling and the air just felt off, thick, like static. I turned my head to make sure the door was still unlocked. When I turned back around, she was gone. She wasn't in the house. She wasn't on the porch. She just vanished. Rocky went fucking ape shit again. His nose went right to the door, clawing at it like he was trying to warn everyone. I stepped out onto my porch, my 22 in hand, rocky beside me, and I swear the woods went quiet. Those woods are never quiet. They're always beaming with forms of life. Birds chirping or deer coming across the

tree like to drink from the river. But it was just quiet. Not just night quiet, dead quiet, like every animal decided to hold their breaths at the same time. Then I saw her, or it, whatever the fuck it was, I still don't know. She tilted her head again at that same awful angle. Then she stood up, stood up and just began walking. She's walking towards me slowly, upright and meowing. Trying to at least, but it came out wrong again. This time it was deeper, broken, like somebody trying to copy a sound they've only heard once.

I raised my 22 and aimed it right at my baby. I didn't want to shoot her. I didn't even put my finger on the trigger, but Rocky lunged right towards her, barking in a way that I've never heard before, and whatever it was, turned and ran, not like a cat does on all fours, but like a toddler learning his first steps.

She disappeared into the trees. I didn't sleep that night, or the following night. I kept every light in the house on. Rocky did not leave my side. Not even to eat. I don't know what came back to me that morning, but I know it wasn't my baby. It wasn't moon. And since then, I haven't seen her.

That was almost seven months ago. Rocky and I still go out, but not really. Some part of me is still stuck in that moment, still remembering her eyes glowing out there at the edge of the trees. I still hear that broken sound in the back of my mind. I've gone out looking for her, but Rocky won't allow me to venture far. into the woods anymore without going crazy. Wherever my baby is, I just pray and hope she's okay. But whatever I saw that day, it wasn't her.

If someone could help me understand if it was a skin walker or what, I'd appreciate it. I just want my baby back. Thank you for your time. Hi, Snook, I love your videos. I love horror, but I'm too scared to watch horror films, so your videos really provide that spooky element I enjoy with that. being too scary for me. What I'm about to tell you is not really that scary, though. I'm an atheist, and don't really believe in spirits, ghosts, or other supernatural things, but this experience

did make my question my conviction. I might have written about this on Reddit before. I can't honestly remember. I hope that's not a problem. This happened back when I was 14 years old. My mother had this ex-boyfriend that she had broken up with years ago, but they had always remained on friendly terms. What's important to know about him is that he had a white Volvo from early 2000. He loved that car. He'd take any reason to go for a ride. Whether it was to drive my mom somewhere, even after the breakup or me to the emergency room after I had a fractured my ankle as a kid, unfortunately this ex-boyfriend had passed away when I was 14. He had fallen downstairs and broken his neck. My mother was extremely saddened by this as she still cared for him. A few days after I was told of his passing, I had this

extremely vivid dream. This is where you can probably chalk it up to my overactive subconscious, but who knows. In the dream, I got up into the usual bus near our home that I took to the city center. The route went through the neighborhood I lived in almost all my life, driven by the same bus driver that had driven the route ever since my mother and I moved there. After two stops, the bus stops to pick up passengers, and one of the passengers is my mother's ex-boyfriend. I remember thinking to myself that it was strange that he was getting onto the bus. He'd always drive his beloved Volvo. He wouldn't use the bus.

As he paid for his ticket, he walked to stand next to where I was seated on the bus. Looked at me and said, Tell your mother that I'm all right. I promised him that I would, and he proceeded to get off the bus on the next stop. When I woke up the next day, I told of my dream to my mother. She believed that a spirit had truly sent a message from him to her through my dream. Part of me really wants to think that it's true. But in the end, what matters is that she had faith in what she believed,

and her deep sorrow over his passing eased. I hope your viewers enjoy hearing of this experience. Hey, Snook, I got ghosts. Not really a confession, but more of her story. You can call me Husky. It's what everyone knows me as. It's kind of hard to describe exactly what happened, but I live in the same room that my grandmother passed away in, and recently, as I was sitting down playing Far Cry and a snack of fruits box

was thrown at me. I thought it was my cousin, so as any normal person would do, I ran into his mom's room where he was and asked him about it. He was just playing Minecraft in the other room. No way he could have ran that fast anyway. He's a very loud person. Later, only a few minutes after the first incident, a old picture of me from the second grade fell off the desk in my room, face first, onto the TV on that same desk. I was already freaked out from the first incident, but now I just had to leave the room. I couldn't stay in there. A few months later, March 28th, to be exact, I was laying on the couch in our living room. I was going to pull an all-nighter and play a tear down until the morning. I ended up getting tired around 3.40 a.m. That's

when the tapping started. It sounded like the blind smacking against the window. We have cats, so I assumed it was them. I came out from under my blanket. I was watching you at the time, funnily enough. There were no cats in the room, not a single one. So what the hell is tapping on my window? Since I'm not a horror movie character,

I called to one of my friends and pretended nothing was going on and went to sleep. I know this was kind of short, but it was really scary for me. Hey, Snook, I appreciate your work and figured that my story might be interesting. If you wish to put this in a video, you can refer to me as L. I grew up in a religious household. My family heritage is mainly gypsy and fortune tellers. Whilst I don't believe in this myself, my family are quite big on it.

According to my parents, when I was younger, I used to talk with ghosts. I remember this story well. We were at my parents' friend's house and I kept staring at the stairs, more so the fire alarm. My parents asked me what I was looking at, and I replied with, The smoke alarm doesn't have batteries. My parents laughed this off as me being creative. After all, I was around four and couldn't climb stairs myself. Not yet access to the smoke alarm.

Later on, though, their friend rang and said the smoke alarm indeed did not have batteries. I don't remember the next part very well, but apparently they asked me how I knew and I had apparently replied, mentioning a supernatural entity of sorts. Another story. Another friend's daughter kept having nightmares and couldn't be alone in their room. My parents, being smart, decided to ask if I could come around. They mentioned how I could talk to ghosts. Their friend agreed, and so they brought me over and put me in the room alone.

Apparently, I began crying and saying that I couldn't tell them why. Later on, we'll set the house. I believe I said something along the lines of, They want to hurt me, or something like that. This is all the stories I have of me experiencing the supernatural from when I was younger. I know these sound fake most likely, however, I can promise these are true. If you have any questions slash want more info, feel free to email me back. Thanks for reading, Elle.

And thank you so much for sending that in, Elle, and feel free to send it more. I would really like to hear more about your ghost's seen abilities. Have you had any recently? Well, you're, you know, a little bit more old, since you can kind of, you know, recollect and remember things better as you're older, obviously. and so that'd be interesting if you still kind of had that superpower or ability to see supernatural entities. That'd be interesting, so send in the other stories if you have them. Thank you, and on to the next one.

Hi, Snook, I've been watching your videos for a few weeks now. I love playing in the background noise, and they really help me sleep at night. Now, this story happens in me a few years ago, and I've only talked to a handful of people about it. I'm deciding to share it, though, because it normally freaks out the people I talk to about it. I can never get an exact answer for people as to what could explain this, and it still gives me the shivers. If you decide to read this, I hope it isn't too long or too boring. When I was about 11 or 12, I was in a horrible place. I had really bad depression and anxiety.

I was struggling a lot in school, I was lonely, my home life wasn't great, and I ended up needing to live with my grandparents in another state for a short period of time because home just wasn't safe for me. But that's besides the point. much everything was fine with my grandparents. I tried to enjoy my time with them as best as I could, but honestly, I just stayed cooped up in my room most of the day either sleeping or watching movies. I think it's important that I mentioned. The area around my grandparents lived in wasn't exactly secluded, but it wasn't like your typical neighborhood, either where houses were right next to each other. Each house was sort of separated by a small amount of woods, a couple trees. You

couldn't really see the next door house, but they were still walkable. It was a quite, area. There wasn't much wildlife in what I can tell. At least none that could really be used as an explanation for this. One day, I was left home alone while my grandparents did their errands. And like I said, I usually just laid in bed doing nothing. And that's when I heard what sounded like a scream. Not just like a somewhat casual type of scream. It was like a blood-curdling, fearful man screaming. Obviously, I was alarmed, but being 11 with little survival instinct, I got out of bed and started walking around the house. I was trying to see where it was coming from. All the doors were closed and locked, as were the windows.

Each room I checked, nothing changed. It didn't sound like it was getting closer or farther. I looked out each window trying to see something, anything that would explain it. I did loops around the house over and over, trying to figure out what it was and why it wouldn't stop. It just kept going. Then it hit me. My phone was on.

In my room, still, sure, but it was on, so I went back upstairs and grabbed my phone, but there was nothing. I didn't have any apps open. All of them were closed. I thought maybe if I forced shut down my phone, it would stop. Spoiler, it didn't. And at this point, I was desperate, freaked out, and all alone. Still convinced it was somehow my phone and I shoved it under my pillows,

but guess what? The screaming still wouldn't stop. Here's what I think is the weirdest part of it all. At this point, I was crying. I was desperate to make this screaming go away, which in theory seemed pretty difficult. because I wasn't even sure what was causing it or where it was coming from, and I just couldn't handle it anymore.

I'm not sure if I was more annoyed or paranoid when I did this, but I ended up smacking myself really hard in the head a couple of times, just over and over, and guess what, the screaming stopped. Silence. For the first time in maybe five-ish minutes, which trust me, felt like much longer. It was quiet. I think what makes this so much harder to explain is the fact that it hasn't happened again since.

The rest of the time I was with my grandparents, it never happened. The months after, didn't happen. In the six years it's been since that day, not once has it happened again. Each time I share this story with someone, they aren't too sure what to say, and honestly, I'm not sure either. Anyways, I know this isn't the most sea-gripping, fear-inducing story ever, but it's true, and it freaked me out so again I thought I'd share. I hope all as well.

If you read this, thank you so much for reading. Hello, I want to first say that I enjoy your videos. I've been watching for a while and honestly, watching everyone give their stories on their supernatural encounters has given me the courage to finally tell my tales. For a long time now, I've been having issues with believing what I see and experience. A lot of what I'm about to say in this email has been suppressed or excused because honestly, I am terrified of the idea that it was,

have seen and continue to see is real. Just a heads up, this may be a bit long, I just really need to get this off my chest. I suppose I should start with the most recent and vivid experience I had in the last couple of years. A while ago, my fiancé and I ended our relationship. It was a massive falling out in the most prominent decision I have made in our long-term relationship. I won't go into details as I'm afraid that I'll be recognized, so let's just say I was neglect for a very long time allows with them. I'm loyal to a self-damaging degree. I spent months in depression, suffering from nightmares and delusions on a constant day-to-day basis. It is because of this that I'm skeptical of these things. Ever since I was a child, I'd make excuses for the strange

supernatural stuff that would happen around me. Throughout my time of going through the breakup, I had an online friend I would lean on, who'd play games and talk for hours at a time about anything under the sun. to keep my mind occupied for the time being. One day, he mentioned to me how his house was haunted, how things have been weird for a long time ever since he made the mistake to fuck around with a Ouija board when he was little and didn't end the session properly.

He stated that whatever it was that was attached to him would leave marks on his body and fuck with him so badly that his mental health took a spiral and he almost committed S-word because of it. I'm leaving out a lot of details for the sake of not laying out of their business since it's not my sort of tell, essential at the time of him telling me this, he has been dealing with it and it continues to freak

him out regularly. Part of the reason why he would spend hours just talking with me. His own way of keeping himself distracted from the freaky stuff happening around him in his dark room. Usually, when someone is telling me about their ghost's experience, I find myself becoming a little more comfortable with sharing my own. However, I always perface my details with uncertainty because I just don't want to sound like I'm crazy. After his confession of experiencing ghost stuff, I shared my own stories, a lot of which seemed to happen around the time I was seven to when I was in college. After that, we kind of went all in on the ghost stuff, watching scary videos, horror movies, played scary games, we just kind of bonded

over the spooky stuff. I just want to state that it wasn't all the time. This was just something we did when we ran out of things to do. Fast forward a bit, and I remember speaking with him one day. It was a slow day. Not much was happening. It was early in the morning, and he asked if I wanted to see one of the posters he bought a while ago from a convention. I told him yes, and he flipped his camera on instead of walking through his room. It was pretty dark, but that was only because his curtains were drawn. I told him that, and he flipped on a light. No big deal.

I turned on my camera to share some plushies I had bought from an anime shop that was located within my city, were both fucking nerds I know. The conversation went back and forth, didn't really come off as strange, but as he was showing off the second poster, I was admiring the detail. Then I noticed something very strange within the laminated image. I saw a reflection of my face,

which isn't all that weird because well-laminated posters are fucking reflective, of course, but the thing is, it wasn't his face I saw. I know what my friend looks like. We'd video chat occasionally or had sent me selfies of himself at work,

and the face I saw was definitely not his. I sat there staring at his face for what seemed like a few seconds. But I remember hearing my name being said several times with the call. E was it, is it? Hello? E, can you hear me? I blinked and I apologize saying that I had just spaced out.

That it was nothing at all. I lied. He called me out on it, saying that I clearly saw something because my expression had a look of horror on it. Like my eyes grew wide and I was unmoving for like five minutes. He said I looked terrified and he thought my camera froze. As I said, it only felt like a moment, maybe like a few seconds even. I don't even remember making an expression.

In fact, I thought I was pretty neutral. I then confessed to him, told him what I saw just now, the face belonged to an old man. He was pale, his skin all saggy and his eyes were sunken in, solid black, empty eye sockets. He didn't look angry or sad, just a blank expression on his face as he stared at me through the camera. My friend told me that sometimes that stuff happens to people around them or whoever he's talking with, said that typically, whenever he's on a phone call, people would ask him if someone else was with them at the moment because they can hear a man speaking in the background while he's all alone in his room. He said he'd lie and tell them that it was just the TV.

For a while, strange things would happen when I would speak with him, just like he said. I remember once he stepped away to make food while we were streaming movies together. After about 10 minutes, I heard his headphones move as he had picked them up and I asked if he was good to start the movie again. But there was no response. I asked, hello? Z? Again, no response. I waited a bit longer and then I heard a muffled voice speak.

I couldn't make it out clearly. It sounded like they were talking through a pillow or underwater. I spoke again. Uh, Z, I can't hear you. Your mic is messed up or something. Then the voice just stopped altogether. After about another five minutes or so, my friend came back and I just never mentioned the encounter. I simply just suppressed it.

There were times where he'd turn on his camera to show off whatever nerdy item he bought that day and fucking ghost orbs would fly around him. He'd make it a point to show me that it wasn't just dust by walking out a frame and then walking back on camera just to show off the fucking orbs of medium-sized light coming off of his bare arms. I'm not sure how I was supposed to react to any of this. I mean, what was I supposed to do at the time? I really needed companionship, and honestly, the spooky, creepy shit wasn't anything I was not used to by then. Like I said, I've experienced a lot of unexplainable shit and just write them off.

So any of this haunted ghost stuff happening to him live on camera was just a typical day for me. I'm not saying I wasn't scared, but I sure as hell wasn't deterred from speaking with him. As you may have guessed already in by now, we started dating. We took things slow and eventually I went to visit him. The visit was nice. We sat, watched movies, went on dates, talked, and I met his family as well. Nice folks. During my time there, I kept quiet about the things I saw.

I just didn't want to bring any attention to it. I pretended like I didn't see anything and just smiled through it all, suppressing the horrors and trying to rationalize it all in my mind. There was one time where he left me alone in the room while he was in the bathroom. I was sitting on the couch watching the YouTube video we put on. I don't know why I did this, but I turned around, maybe to see if he was returning or something. I don't know, but the thing I saw, the second I looked back, it was humanoid. But the joints were all bent at odd angles and it had little to no features on it, just a black shadow form.

It was on all fours, low to the ground, like some sort of human spider, and where the head would be if a person was crouched down, like there was a gaping ma of a mouth as if it was screaming, but no sound came out. I didn't move. It didn't move. We started at each other for what seemed like hours. Normally a person would scream at a sight like this, but I just stared. I didn't make a sound. I didn't move to leave. I didn't even react. I'm not saying I'm brave, far from it. I scare easily and scream at horror movies. I'm a huge fucking chicken, but I just don't know why it is that whenever I'm experienced this stuff, I never react to it. I just stare or look away and pretend I don't see it. Fuck, I didn't even react when the fucking thing scuttled towards me like some demon spider

and vanished behind the couch I was sitting on. There was another time where he'd be right next to me watching a show, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his head turned to face me. At the time, I just thought he was stealing glances at me. I didn't pay too much of mine to it, thought it was cute. This happened twice. The second time was like a horror show. His face turned to face mine, like fully this time, and not in some subtle way at all.

I'm just watching this out of the corner of my eye pretending like I'm focused on the show. Then his fucking mouth opens. Just opens up. His jock's standing slowly as his eyes roll back into his skull. I'm fucking stuck there. Watching as this happened and finally decide to turn and face this abomination only to be surprised to realize that Zee's been watching the TV screen the whole time.

Shoving my fucking soul back into my body, I smiled and asked, Hey, are you staring at me? Just playing it off like I wasn't. just moments away from being eaten by a demon wearing my then-dates face. He said no, all confused and whatnot, and I playfully teased him about him stealing glances at me. At this point, I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm just seeing shit and I'm not going crazy. But he's certain that he wasn't.

We kind of went back and forth on this for a bit, and I was convinced he wasn't just lying about it. After that, I would make every excuse to leave the house and go do something for several hours at a time, and when we couldn't, I pretend to have a headache, and I'd take a nap for a bit to avoid looking around the room. I kept this up until it was time for me to return home, and never once did I rush the visit. My attempt to assure him that nothing was actually wrong. For a while, that's simply what I did. I just elected to ignore all the creepy shit that came with interacting with Z. Chalked it up to my own delusions and stress, because, despite how I felt towards Z, I was still struggling a lot even when we were dating, and I mean that in past tense, as the relationship

didn't last long at all, and it was mostly my fault with my inability to just move on for my ex. I have another story about my experience, stuff that keeps me up at night when I linger on it for too long. This was just something recent and clearer than my youth. Maybe. I'll share the story about my experience with the Hatman. I hope this was an interesting enough read. I know it wasn't very detailed or story driven. I'm just really cautious as to not give away who I am. And wow, that was terrifying. I really wonder if your ex, your, yeah, X, was a demon?

Because that sounds scary as shit. That's really creepy. And definitely share some stories from your youth. The Hatman, always interesting stories with that guy. I mean, more not just that guy. But there's a lot of stories about the Hatman. and I'd love to hear your story with him. Thank you so much for sharing this in.

This gave me goosebumps. This was scary and totally detailed. Great story. Don't doubt yourself. This was a great story. Have some great writing. Good job. And thank you so much for sharing.

Creepy stuff. I'm interested to see what you guys listening. Think about it down below. Comment down what you think about this story. This creep me out. What, do you think her ex was a demon possibly? But yeah, that's really interesting, really creepy. Thank you so much for sending it in.

and on to the next one. Hey, Snook, first of all, I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your content. Keep up with the good work. Also, I'm sorry if my English isn't the great, it isn't my native language as I am from Germany, so feel free to correct any spelling or grammar mistakes. So this happened about five years ago. I was 13 at the time. I was visiting my friend.

We did that thing where we meet up with our friend group and then had a sleepover. That sleepover wasn't at her house. She has a large property, including some friends. fields, a forest, and a small river. We had slept in a wood cabin on a field near the woods in the river. It was already dawn when we set up our stuff for the night, blankets, pillows, snacks, etc. Originally, we were a group of four. Me? My friend, let's call her L. My other friend, let's call him B, and his friend, who we'll call Nate. We talked a while, had some fun, but eventually my friend B. had to bring his friend and home. I think it was already 10 p.m. at this point, so it was dark. Both of

them drove off with their bikes and my friend and I waited on the small couch and watched some tic-tops. That's until we heard a noise coming from outside of the cabin. I thought maybe it was her older brother trying to scare us or something like that because he did stuff like that before. So I just let it be. I think it is important to mention that the wood cabin where we would be staying for the nights is not so close to her house like a 15 to 20 minute walk and is kind of in the middle of nowhere. As time goes on, the noises just haven't stopped. It sounded like someone or something rummaging through stuff like bags or something like that. My friend told me it was probably a mouse, and I, again, let it be.

At this point, our friends had been gone for like 20 minutes. We continued being at our phones, but then the sound continued. It was louder than before. And I was sure that a mouse couldn't cause that loud of a noise. At this point, I was starting to get scared. My friend too, but we tried to calm ourselves down and told us that it was probably a bigger animal, like a cat or something. Then the noise abruptly stopped.

We started to listen, and then we heard it. Human's footsteps. Coming in the direction of the entrance of the cabin. We were scared, so we thought about how were you going to get out. We couldn't leave through the normal door because someone stood there. I asked her if the door was locked, and that's when she fearfully told me that the door didn't even have something to lock it. So the person could come in at any time.

At this point, I'm freaking out. We couldn't run away because, the person was at the door, and we also couldn't hide because there were no hiding places. We thought it was maybe our friend B that came back, but he only left 30 minutes ago, and surely wouldn't be back for at least enough of 30 minutes because his friend lives almost 40 minutes away by bike. We started to think of something when my friend got very quiet. I asked her what's wrong, and she shushed me.

We could hear static like noises, coming from the direction of the river. It sounded like a walkie-talkie or a radio? I don't know. Shortly after that, we heard male voices, at least two of them. We couldn't make out what they were talking about. We are sure that there wasn't just one person near. If one person is out at the entrance and we could hear other people's voices at the river, we were freaking out. The footsteps at the entrance didn't stop. It sounded like the person was walking in small circles. I have no idea. That's when my friend got up and told me to help her move the couch away from the woody walls. As I did so, I could see that behind the couch was another door.

We looked at each other. And without exchange in any words, we opened the door and bolted the fuck out of there. We ran without shoes, without jackets, just in her pajamas. We ran as fast as we could to her house. We had to run through the woods. That wasn't very pleasant without shoes. It hurt like hell. I don't want to look behind me, but eventually, I did. There were three men, just standing there. After I saw that, I screamed at my friend to run. faster, afraid that the men maybe could catch up. After five minutes of sprinting, we finally reached her house and went inside. We called her friend Be crying and told him everything. He said that he's on his way back, and we'll be there in 20 minutes. We woke her mom up and told her everything.

She was shocked and wanted to go there. We told her, for whichever stupid reason, that we wanted to come along. We were too scared to walk, so we all drove there. Three minutes later, we arrived at the cabin, and there was a black van parked in front of it. That surely wasn't there before. We would have seen it when we ran out. My friend's mom talked to them, and they turned out to be drunk, like very, very drunk. They couldn't even get out of the complete sentences. They started to scream at us and got very aggressive.

After five minutes of arguing back and forth between my friend's mom and the men, they fortunately left. They drove into the woods, drunk. Sure enough, we didn't sleep at the cabin that night and haven't ever since, in fear that the men might come back. And all right, guys, that wraps up some strange. scary stories. I hope you enjoyed this video. I love reading your guys's stories. They're always amazing. I always love making these videos. They're super fun and, uh, you know, just fun to

include the community in these videos. I think it's super cool. And hopefully enjoyed this video. If you did, uh, please like, subscribe, comment what you liked, comment which you didn't like. That was a little bit of rambling, but, you know, it's all right. And, um, yeah, so thank you so much for stopping by. And if you enjoyed this video, I'm sure you'll enjoy another video on this channel. And just, uh, thank you so much for watching. And if you'd like to see your story in a future video, look in the description, and you'll find the email to send it to.

You guys are the best. Thank you so much for watching. This was Snook, and I'll see you next time. Bye.