Snook - Uncanny TRUE Scary Stories

Episode Date: June 7, 2026

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another scary stories video, and today we're going to be getting into some uncanny, true scary stories. And once again, these are some subscribers submitted stories. So these are all from you guys. And if you want your story in a future video, please send to this email right here on screen. Thank you so much for everyone who submits their stories. I read all of them. They're all great. And I try to pick the best to make the cut.

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all the time at work you've helped me through more paperwork than you'll ever know just had surgery and decided I had nothing better to do, but share my own personal experience with something I'll never be able to explain deep in the Alaskan wilderness. Thank you so much for the kind words, and get better with that surgery. Hopefully it went all right, and all right, now into your story. I've been studying the flora of Alaska for nearly a decade. As a botanist, I was drawn to the untamed wilderness, to the quiet, patient rhythm of nature. Plants had always fascinated me, their ability to adapt to extreme conditions, to survive,

where other life forms couldn't. My research took me to some of the most remote and rugged places on earth, and Alaska, with its vast, untouched wilderness, was my ideal canvas. This time, however, was different. This time, something unexpected happened. I had been sent to the Brooks range, deep in the interior of Alaska, for a project that involved cataloging a series of rare and poorly understood plant species. The focus was a set of Arctic willows, plants that were made among the hardiest on earth, able to grow in environments where temperatures dropped below freezing for most of the year. These little willows were scattered across the region. Some clinging to life in the few pockets of sheltered soil, others thriving in places where a few other species could survive. They were exactly

the sort of thing that piqued my interest. The work was supposed to be straightforward. I had a small crew to help logistics, and for the most part, I was alone. There was a small field station at the edge of the wilderness, but I spent my days hiking up to the higher elevations, mapping the distribution of the willows, noting the variations in soil type and exposure. The work was exhausting, but rewarding, and it gave me peace. The quiet solitude of the Alaska wilderness suited me. On my second day in the field, I set out early, packed with supplies for a long day. The air was crisp, the ground still damp from the previous night's rain. The towering peaks of the Brooks range loomed in the distance, their snow-capped summits shrouded and missed. As I trudged along the

uneven trail, I felt a sense of awe at the sheer scale of the place. It was a land that felt eternal, pristine, wild, and untamed. I made my way toward a patch of lowland tundra that I had identified as a promising site for finding the willows. The ground was marshy in places, and I had to be careful not to sink into the soft, boggy soil. The only sounds were the calls of distant birds and the occasional rustle of the wind through the sparse birch and spruce trees. It was peaceful, but there was an underlying tension in the air, something I couldn't quite place.

I stopped for a break near a small creek, pulling out my map and notebook had jot down a few observations. The wind picked up, stirring the leaves, and creating a soft rhythmic hum. I glanced around, as I often did, half expecting to see some form of wildlife, perhaps a bear or an elk, but there was nothing. The landscape was still, quiet. And then as I was scanning the horizon, something caught my eye.

A shadow, large, dark and moving quickly. At first I thought it was a cloud passing overhead, but then I realized it was something much closer, something enormous. I looked up just in time to see it, something like a bird, but it was far too large to be anything I'd seen before. Its wingspan must have been at least 30 feet across. It soared gracefully above me. Its dark wings cutting through the air with the ease of something that had mastered the wind itself.

For a moment, everything else seemed to blur. The rustling of the trees, the sounds of the creek, until all I could focus on was the shape, gliding effortlessly against the gray sky. I stared up at it, unable to believe what I was seen. It was huge, far larger than any bird I had encountered in my studies. its wings beating slowly and powerfully. Its body was difficult to discern in the dim light, but I could make out a large, sharp beak

in the faintest gleam of eyes that seemed to study me as it passed overhead. My heart raced and my instincts told me to take cover, to hide, but I was rooted in place, staring at the creature above me. I had no frame of reference for what I was witnessing. It was like something out of a myth, a creature that I couldn't possibly exist. I blinked, trying to make sense of it all. I had read about such thing. about the Thunderbird, the great bird of Native American legend, but never had I believe that it

could be real. It was a story, a tale passed down through generations, a symbol of strength and power, but seeing this creature, this enormous bird in the flesh, made me breathless. It disappeared beyond the mountains, vanishing into the distance, leaving only the echo of its wings. The moment passed as quickly as it had come, but the weight of what I had witnessed remained. For a long time I stood there, my mind racing, trying to rationalize what I had seen. seen. It wasn't possible. Birds of that size don't exist. It had to have been some kind of illusion. An effect of the light or the landscape playing tricks on me. Maybe it was a rare bird of prey, some species I had never encountered before, but no. I knew better than to let myself believe that.

This wasn't just a large bird. This was something else entirely. I spent the next hour trying to calm myself down, forcing my thoughts back into the task of hand. I'd come here for a reason. I had work to do, but even as I scribbled notes and took measurements of the willows, my mind kept drifting back to the shadow in the sky, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me, something far larger and more powerful than I had ever imagined. It was a feeling that nod at the edges of my thoughts like a primal instinct. By late afternoon, I packed up my gear and started making my way back to camp, but the unease lingered. The landscape seemed different now, brooding and ominous. Every rustle in the trees felt like a warning, every gust of wind, and a whispered message.

I couldn't explain it, but I knew deep down that it wasn't alone in the wilderness. There was something out there, something far older and more mysterious than anything I'd encountered before. That night, I sat in my small tent, the fire crackling outside as the wind howled across the barren landscape. The rain had stopped, but the air felt charged, as though the atmosphere itself was holding its breath. I couldn't sleep. Every noise, every noise, every day. movement of the wind made my skin prickle. The world felt like it was on the edge of something, a precipice. My mind kept returning to the bird, the immense creature with its wings spread wide, cutting through the air like a force of nature. The sound of thunder in the distance shook me from

my thoughts. It wasn't the rumble of a typical storm. This was different. It was a deep, resonant sound, powerful, almost like a growl. I reached for my flashlight, my heart pounding in my chest. The storm had returned. I stepped out of my tent, squinting in the the rain-soaked darkness. The wind was picking up again, howling through the trees like an angry spirit. The air was thick with moisture and the sky crackled with energy. My eyes scanned the horizon, but I saw nothing. Only the shadowy outlines of the mountains in the distance, the silhouette of the trees bending in the gust. And then I heard it, a booming, deep cry. It wasn't thunder, it was a call, a sound that reverberated through the valley, a low, rumbling sound that shook the very earth

beneath my feet. It was a sound unlike anything I had ever heard. It wasn't the call of an eagle or a hawk. It was deeper, more primal, like the sound of a creature that had been alive for centuries. A creature that had witnessed the world changed that had seen things come and go and that still moved through the wilderness with the power of ancient forces. My breath caught on my throat. The sound was coming closer, moving through the trees. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel it. The arrow was thick with an electric tension. The wind whipping around me as I stood for frozen in place, and then there it was. A shadow, a vast, dark shape, moved through the trees. Its wings beating with a powerful rhythm. It was enormous, even larger than the bird I had seen

earlier. Its wings cut into the storm like a massive blade. The creature was moving fast. Its silhouette growing larger as it neared. The booming cry came again louder this time, and I felt it deep in my chest, vibrating through my bones. The Thunderbird. I had no words for what I was witnessing. It was like something out of a dream, something that could not possibly exist in the world I knew, and yet there was real, undeniable, and terrifying. I stood there, my leg froze it in place, as the creature swore its wings beating the air with a thunderous roar, and the wind whipped violently around me. The tree's bending as though bowing to the creature's power. It was gone as quickly as it had come, disappearing into the night, leaving only the distant rumble of thunder in its wake.

I didn't move for what felt in eternity. My mind was reeling. I had just encountered something that defied all understanding, something beyond the realm of known science. It was impossible to explain, but I'd seen it. I had felt its presence. The wilderness of Alaska had always felt vast and untamed, but now it felt different, alive in a way that was impossible to ignore.

I'm not sure exactly what happened out there, but I'm 100% sure it was something. something incredibly uncanny. Thanks for reading Snook. Hi there, long time fan here. I know this story will have a lot of skeptics. Everyone I tell this story, too, tells me that I'm crazy, but this 100% happened to me. I know it's long, but I really hope you enjoy the story, and I hope it makes it into a video.

I want to perface this by saying I'm extremely skeptical when it comes to the paranormal. I've never really believed in ghosts or anything like that. I'm a strong believer in science, but with that said, I have had some experiences in my my life that I simply cannot explain. This is one of them. So to give a little background, both of my grandfathers died before I was born. This story pertains to my dad's dad, who I called Papa. He died in 1995. I was born in 2000. My grandmother and him got a divorce when my dad was seven, so she doesn't talk about my Papa a lot, and it's difficult for my dad to talk about him because he and my papa were very close, so I try not to talk to my dad about him in order to not get him upset.

Growing up, I always felt a very strong connection to my grandfathers. I used to tell my parents that I would see them in dreams and that I could feel when they were around. This resulted in me going to a lot of therapy as a child. And over time, those experiences started to lessen and I chalked it up to having an overactive imagination. This story took place probably about five years ago now. I'm 25 now. One night, I have this dream. And in the dream, I'm in a funeral home.

And when I tell you that the dream was vivid, I mean it. I could feel the temperature of the room. I could smell the perfumes and colognes of the other people there. I could feel the carpet under my feet. It felt like I was really there. So I'm looking around this funeral home, extremely confused. There's a lot of people there. Some of them I recognize family members from my dad's side of the family.

Something was different, though. They were younger than I had ever seen them. All the people there were also. dressed differently than people would be dressing today. As I'm walking around looking at these people, I suddenly become aware that they cannot see or hear me. I start listening in to some other conversations as I'm walking around the room. I hear my great aunt say, it just happens so quickly. And I overhear my cousin exchanged in another conversation say, I just feel so bad for Doug. When I hear my dad's name is when it hits me. I'm at my papa's funeral. I start searching the room for

my dad and mom. I continue passing family members that I would later attend funerals for in my own lifetime, and then I finally find my dad, sitting alone in a kitchen area, staring blankly at the wall. I've never seen my dad so upset. I wanted to try and comfort him and hug him and tell him it would all be okay, but I couldn't, so I leave him and start looking for my mom. I eventually find her in a room off of the main room where everyone else is. She's in there with my grandmother who was sobbing her eyes out, I soon realized that this is the viewing room, so I pass by my mom and grandmother and walk over to the casket. For the first time, I look at my face of my grandfather. I start to cry. I can vividly feel the hot tears going down my cheeks. I reach out to the place my hand on his

cheek, and as soon as my hand touches him, I wake up. I wake up with the feeling of his skin still lingering on my fingers. My cheeks are wet with tears, my pillow is set. And I'm I'm unable to go back to sleep that night as I try to figure out what just happened. As I mentioned, I'm a skeptic when it comes to paranormal things, so I'm trying to rationalize what happened to me. Eventually, I tell myself that my brain just made it up. Maybe I'd watch the show or read something that put it in my mind, but I wanted to prove to myself that I made it up. So I go to my dad the next morning and ask him if he had anything from Papa's funeral that I could see. He told me that his aunt had insisted on taking a family photo that day. I called up my

grand-aunt and to ask her if she still has the photo from the funeral, and she tells me that she does. So the next day I go to her house and help her to pull the photo from a storage container she has, I asked her beforehand if I had ever seen this photo before, if there was any chance that I had seen it, and she said no. When we finally find the right box, she pulls it out and shows me. It all matched up with my dream. The outfits everyone was wearing, the hairstyles everyone had, the funeral home parlor was the same as well. I've tried so hard to rationalize this experience in my brain,

but how would I have known what everyone was wearing? How did it feel so real and vivid? Ever since this happened, I've continued to have the same experiences I did as a kid. I see my grandfathers and my dreams regularly. I feel them in my day-to-day life. I feel that connection again. Like I said, I know there will be skeptics, and while I don't have all the answers,

I know that this happened to me. Whether people believe it or not, I was at my grandfather's funeral. Hi, Snook, I haven't been listening for very long, but I enjoy your format and how interactive you are with your audience, so I felt inspired to share some anecdotes with you and possibly everyone else. My name is Leontay.

For context, my mother's bloodline, traces back to Irish Sears, and I grew up surrounded by pseudo-occultist practice and thinking. Currently, my mother is a practicing woola, and I am now some sort of alchemy student and magical craftsmen. Hard to explain and besides the point. Everyone on my mom's side of the family, including me, sees spirits and ghosts. First, I want to make a point to distinguish the two. The language I use is not universal, but generally ghosts are what I call the unconstitutional. The unrested energy of someone or something that was once alive. And spirit is a broad term, meaning a quasi-sent, good or bad energy that has never been alive. There is a certain feeling

when a strong spirit is nearby. I want to describe it like tension, like holding your breath, or like when a plate is already falling and you're just waiting for it to shatter on the floor. I have learned that this sense is a muscle, and it strengthens and atrophies, ebbing and flowing with any use like any skill. This story comes from high school. When this skill was especially strong for me, it isn't a very long story, but it needs a lot of background.

I'm changing some names, but here we go. Around my freshman year, my three close friends and I were avid ghost hunters with an interest in occultism. We all developed our own way of tapping into the spirit world. I could see spirits mostly. Vicks was empathetic and strongly affected

by whatever energy came in. Richie had a more. more kinesthetic approach, Mary could see, hear, touch the ghosts and spirits, may as well have been right there next to her, so she usually decided on what we let in. We spent plenty of time around a Ouija board, lots of shadow people, crabs, getting touched or slapped, seeing disembodied heads or people on fire, one time a wolf spider crawling onto the board while we had our hands on it. You really don't get used to it. So I wouldn't call the practice fun as much as I would say call it enlightening. Despite the potential horror, whenever we had our extended friend grip around,

they would ask us to conduct a seance so they could participate in some scary late-night fun. Sometimes we suggest a skeptical or inexperienced friend of ours to join our seance, hoping to broaden their experience. But a seance can be hit or miss, so one day I took it upon myself to invent a more engaging game to play among ghost enthusiasts. That wasn't just waiting our hands on a table for something to happen. So I invented this game called Maupon. Firstly, I had to sort of create a spirit to play the game with us, basically by shouting into the void that if any spirits wanted to play a game with us, it would have to abide by the set of rules. But it was also allowed to keep whatever energy it got from playing and winning the game if it did. This entity became known as the

hermit. The game itself involved the use of a turret decked to assign roles to each player and some unique advantage against the hermit, whose ultimate goal was to seek and find the players and take energy from them. If the players broke the rules, the hermit was at liberty to break the rules. So the stakes felt high, and when we played, we could feel the hermit's presence. Even my friends, who didn't have any ghost experience, said they could sense where this thing was, and some of them could describe it, whether it was facing away, whether or not it knew where we were, it could change the reflection in mirrors, but it would always abide by the rules of the game. It was some real, fun, scary-ass shit, but I guess I wasn't satisfied. Hindsight is 20-20. A game is

another way to say challenge. Right after graduating, I held my 18th birthday party with a bunch of the usual friends. I think at this point, all of them had experienced some haunting with me, and some had played this game, but I was about to unveil a new one. I called it karma. The specifics of the game aren't important, but it was played on a physical board of pawns. Four people could play at a time, against the titular hermit, whom I invited to play under a new set of rules. I said it would be one of the four players in every game since I was the only one who knew the game at the point. A mix of logic, rules, and intuition. So three of my friends sat to play and the three others watched.

We were excited to test it out. The first round we played was past nightfall. We were in my parents' living room and the house was empty except for the seven of us. We had all the doors opened, but the only lights on were the living room where we were. but we could see a little bit into the rooms on R4. The game started and we started moving in our pieces. It was noticeably quiet. Unlike our times playing the Maupon when we felt a buzz in the air straight from the beginning,

this felt like playing chess against no one. And very quickly, the game ended. We were all pretty underwhelmed and I was already thinking it was a flop, but my other friends wanted to give it a try, so we started a second round. Straightaway, the air got thick and oppressive. We were chatty in the first game, but this time we were silent. The hermit would attack, attack, and attack again, whether or not it was superstition, but the seeming choices by the unseen player and the energy change in the room were disconcerting to all of us.

The other players were commenting how it felt like something was playing with us, but it didn't feel like the same rule-abiding force of the hermit from the card game. After we talked, I got the tense feeling in my chest like I knew something was inside the house that wasn't us. Being the authority of this kind of shit, Vicks and I went to check things out. The house was split level, and we went downstairs into a hallway that led to some bedrooms. The door on the far right end of the hall was open, and the room beyond was dark except for the light of the streets coming in through the windows. I couldn't go inside. At least to me, there was someone very clearly sitting on the bed. They were humanoid, probably around six feet tall, facing towards us, with their hands and their laps, but it was too dark to make out any features or clothes.

but the malicious energy was palpable and turned my stomach. I was immediately on high alert and turned to Vix, but before I could tell him what I saw, he said quietly to me in a grave tone. There's someone on the bed. There was a beat of unsureness about whether or not to call for help, in case this actually was an intruder. They were real enough for Vix to see with his plain eyes,

and for him that wasn't typical of any ghost or spirit, but that figure on the bed hadn't moved at all. hadn't even reacted to us being there so without taking our eyes off of it we called upstairs there's someone down here and one at a time everyone came down took one look in the doorway

and said something like oh my god I see that what the fuck and honestly I'm grateful now that those poor friends of mine did a jump ship then and there finally Marie comes down and I ask her can you see that

she just looks into the room but from behind us and says yep before high telling it back upstairs So we were thoroughly creeped out, and this thing seemed strong. There was no way we were going to approach it. We could have tried drowning it out, but the light switches inside the room, and none of us were brave enough to get an inch closer to the figure.

It still hadn't moved at all, not even breathing. I think Vicks and I had the same thought at that moment. This is approaching demon territory, so what do we do? We go back upstairs. Vicks, Richie, Marie, and I are all talking to our group of thoroughly disturbed friends about what we can do next. Basically, protect ourselves emotionally, stay together, and practice confidence to hopefully scare this thing away, or at least bored into leaving on its own. At some point, not at long after, I went back downstairs to check on a visitor, and the figure was gone from the bed.

I was somewhat relieved, but that feeling of being watched hadn't gone away, and I was afraid to move around the house by myself, so I went back to the group and told them that the thing was gone. But they just shook their heads and pointed to my parents' bedroom. The door was open, but the room was dark with impossible. Where before we could see all the way to the back wall, just by the light of the living room, it was then a wall of darkness. I think I got some tools, maybe some herb or a wand. I can't remember, but I know I took Vicks and Richie with me to check out the room.

The presence in there felt the same, but we couldn't see anyone in the thick darkness. It was unnervingly quiet, and I started directing questions of the darkest corner of the room blocked from sight by the bed. Are you in here? Who are you? Did you come from the game? Obviously, we didn't get an answer. So I finally, I recited a phrase to banish evil for my home.

And this thing hissed at us. It hissed like a snake inches from our face. And we all must have heard it because we all three screamed and fell over each other trying to get out of the room. Maybe it speaks to something that I can't remember how we ended that night. Probably just trying to calm ourselves down and turn on every light in the house. I haven't played these games since. I have the karma board folded in my closet and tucked away so it can't be mistakenly opened. I'm not sure what I created, but I'm afraid to destroy it.

I know it's an overused quote, but I truly feel like the only way to win is not to play. If there's something to take away from this, it's that ghost hunting can be eye-opening, but it's an unknown part of our world and minds. Ouija and any ghost hunting tool is just that. A tool, not a toy. You can call it mass hysteria or true paranormal activity, but it doesn't make a difference. You put energy into what you believe, and that energy comes to affect you. We came out of that night's safe, but we might not have been, and even as I write this,

things are moving in my bedroom. Don't take on more than you are ready for. Listen to your gut, and never go looking for a fight. I'll probably think of more stories in the future, but this was what first came to mind. Like and subscribe to this to look for more. Hey, thanks for those kind words at the end. And that's a scary-ass story. If that is all 100% true,

then you've got a good movie on your hands or real book. Because if you have a lot more stories like that, then holy shit. That's crazy. Please send in more stories. I would love to hear more from you because that's really interesting and really scary. I'm just really happy you made it out safe

and that thing didn't attack you or latch itself onto you. But thank you so much for submitting this story. I really appreciate it. Comment down below what you guys thought about that one down below, because that one was scariest hell to me. Ghosts and demons and stuff like that is really, really unnerving. But yeah, on to the next one.

Hey, Snook, love your stories, man. I'm always traveling for work and they keep me occupied. Anyways, I have a morbidly terrifying true story for you. And I mean this is 100% true. I've been wanting to upload this story to somebody's account, so here we go. Hopefully this is something you can use on your channel because I'm sure this will be one hell of a story to hear.

Anyways, my name is Destin. I'm a 30-year-old male from Louisiana. This story took place about four years ago, so I was around 26 at the time. My ex will be a part of the story, and we'll just call her E, so E was in college at the time. We had an apartment in Monroe, Louisiana. It was an older apartment complex that we had moved into.

It was more of a duplex with a top and bottom floor apartment. We were on the bottom, one of her friends from schools above us. We had been in the duplex for around two months when this incident happened. For those of you who are familiar with sleep paralysis, it is the most terrifying experience I have ever had in my life. It's happened to me two times. This experience was the second time it happened, and this was enough nightmare fuel for a lifetime.

Anyways, let's get into the story. Me and E had a habit of when I was home from work, we had splurge on fast food, door dash, a shit ton of food and snacks, and I'd rent scary movies all day long, and we'd just hang out and have a great time. It was one of those comforting days we'd watched several scary movies in the living room, and she told me she was going to get ready for bed. She headed to the bathroom, and it wasn't far behind her.

About 30 minutes later, I got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom. As I was walking down the hallway towards the bedroom, I went to lean down and blow a candle out. When I saw a shadow go behind me really quickly, so I laughed and said to E, you're not sneaky. I just saw your shadow. No reply. So I turned around expecting to see her standing there laughing. but dark silence. A chill went down my spine when I peaked into our bedroom

and she was sleeping like a baby in bed. So I immediately told myself, Okay, well, it was probably my shadow from the candle or something, blah, blah, blah, blah. I brushed it off and went into the room and laid down. Eventually I dozed off. And that's when my sleep paralysis started. My eyes shot open. I could hear this very faint sound of music playing

like the most creepiest damn song you've ever heard. I couldn't make out the words, but just imagine tiptoe, do the tollops by tiny tim, and multiply that by 10. I immediately tried to sit up, but I just couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. I could not sit up. I'm screaming, but nothing's coming out. E. beside me asleep. I can see her, but she cannot hear me screaming. All I can do is move my eyes.

Then all of a sudden I hear a very faint creak in the living room, the flooring in front of the front door that creaks every time we walk in. It creaks closer. I hear the papers on the fridge rustle like they do when someone walks by them, but if I'm right here and E is right beside me, then who is in my house? I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm screaming to the top of my lungs, but no sound is coming out, and that's when I see it. I see at the very top of the door frame, as high as you can get, a set of long, scrawny fingers wrap around the frame of the door.

Then another set. I can feel my heart beating through my chest as if I'm going to have a heart attack, and I remember thinking, please, dear God. don't look in here. Whatever this is, whoever you are, whatever you are, please for the love of God, don't look at me. Then I see long, curly, bushy, wiery, tangled hair,

slowly start to emerge from behind the door. Between those two sets of gray, scrawny fingers, gets to the forehead, the eyebrows. I just want to close my eyes, but I can't. They're glued to whatever this is about to come into the room. Then, the darkest eyes you could ever imagine seeing, the blood from my face drains as it's staring at me. But I can't stop looking.

How tall is this thing? What is this? At the very top of the door frame, its head is looking at me from around the door sideways, and that's what I feared the most started to happen. Its long, skinny arms stretched out and starts pulling itself inside our room. Around the doorframe, it's staring at me. It knows I see it. It knows I'm awake, laying here, not able to move.

This thing crawled around the doorframe. It crawled across our ceiling and I follow it the whole way. Every inch it moves, I feel myself slowly dying inside. The pillow is wet from tears. I feel it, my heart beating through my chest. I feel it. I hear it, but I cannot move. All of a sudden it gets right above me, on the ceiling.

It's back facing me. Then its head does a complete 180. Its face is facing me. Back is facing me. me. What the hell is happening? This is real. I can feel it. I'm awake, but I cannot move. All of a sudden it releases itself from it's now falling on me. Right before it lands on me, I sit straight up in bed, screaming, panting, sweating. E, she screams as well. She jumps out of the bed, asking me what happened. I jump up. I run out of the bedroom and look in the kitchen. I look in the living room,

the hallways. I open the front door, nothing. There's nothing there. There's nothing in our house. E, she walks out of the bedroom and she's talking to me. I can hear her talking to me, but it sounds like she's a million miles away. I'm still trying to process what just happened. Finally, I managed to get a few words out. Bad, bad dream, uh, go back to bed. So she does. The next morning she leaves her work.

I woke up a few hours later. I checked my phone and there's a text from E. What the hell was that about last night? You scared the shit out of me. Can we talk when I get home? I replied back and said, Yes, I'm sorry for scaring you so bad. We'll talk later.

So I go on about my day, this horrible dream or whatever this was still lingering in the back of my mind. A few hours later, he gets off work and comes home. As soon as she walks in, she starts asking me about what happened, so I tell her to sit on the couch. And I sit down beside her. She can tell how serious I am so she immediately thinks something is wrong. And I tell her, no, it's okay. I just had a really bad dream or sleep paralysis, and I'm about to tell you what happened. as I say that she looks at me and said

Wow I had a really bad dream last night too I say tell me what happened She looked at me and said Well I just had a really bad dream that some old lady was peeking her head around the door Looking in here at us It scared me so bad in my sleep I woke up and immediately looked at the door I could have sworn I saw something move out of the sight really quickly

But I was having sleep so it was probably nothing The blood drained from my face I was as pale as a ghost I could feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the lump in my throat. I tried to stagger and sentence together, but I didn't even know what I was saying, and came out in a jumbled mess. She said, what did you see? I told her, we need to get a few things and go stay with your cousin for the night.

She proceeded to stand up, go straight to her room, grab a few things. We are gone and out the door within five minutes. The ride was total silence. Once we get to where we're going, far away from that apartment, I asked her. E, why didn't you question me? She said, I didn't have to. I could see the fear in your eyes. Then I began to tell her why we left the apartment, what I saw that night, the fact that

I never told her anything about what I had seen during my nightmare or sleep paralysis episode. And she described it to a T, exactly what I saw. Every time I think about this or talk about that story, I can't sleep right for a week. So I hope this suits your channel snuck. I also hope nobody else has to encounter the type of fear I did that night. it's indescribable. We moved out of there three days later and never looked back.

So, with that being said, sleep tight, everyone. Hi, Snook, I absolutely enjoy listening to your videos, especially in the shower with the lights off, L.O.L. All right, cool. Thanks for letting me know. Listening to the stories submitted by the subscribers reminded me of a scary encounter I had a few years back. This happened in the second half of 2019. I was 17 years old, and just like many who went through being a teenager,

I was up to no good. I remember receiving a text message from the guy I was talking to at the time earlier in the day. He was invited me to some party. As a teenager who seeked for her peers in this guy's validation, I said yes. I'm Filipino, and I'm not saying that all Filipino parents are strict, but most that I've met are. However, my parents were on a different level of strict. I wasn't allowed to do anything that my friends had or were doing. Hell, I wasn't even allowed to be connected to the internet unless it was for something school-related.

I waited for ever new sleep, and it was around 10 p.m. when I began to get ready. I had already picked out the outfit I planned on wearing to not waste time. I did my makeup, sprayed perfume, all that jazz, and then at 11.30 p.m. I snuck out. I live in a single story house. My room was the closest to the driveway by the garage, so sneaking out wasn't exactly the most difficult. Once I had snuck out, I felt the adrenaline kick in. I'm sure many of you can relate. That jittery feeling you get in your stomach when you're doing something you aren't meant to be doing. The party was at walking distance from my house, so I saw no problem. I saw no point in calling an Uber. I texted the guy I was talking to that I was on my way and I was excitedly

began my walk. Being too excited I didn't take much of my environment in. Around five minutes into my walk, an old white sedan drove past. I was walking on the sidewalk, so no doubt there would be cars driving by, so I didn't really pay attention. Considering the time and the fact that I live in a somewhat quiet area, there would be three cars that would drive past in a minute, sometimes even less. So when the same sedan drove past, I definitely noticed. I found this weird but kept going until I saw the car again. This time, due to the lights provided by the street lamps, I could see that the man driving was looking at me. I felt my heart of my throat. I regretted looking at the man because this caused him to pull up to the nearest driveway to perform a U-turn. He then began to follow me.

He drove very closely to the sidewalk. He pulled down his window and yelled, "'Oye, girl, are you all right?' And to be polite, I replied, "'Yeah, I'm good.' That wasn't enough for him to leave me alone. He continued on following me, and his cat calls became more and more aggressive. I was speedwalking at this point.

He too increased his speed to match mine. "'Oye, do you want to get in the car? I can drop you off.' Due to my people-pleasing nature, I thought maybe this guy just genuinely cared about my well-being, but I quickly shut the thought down. I'm really okay.

Thank you. I'm almost there anyway, I told him as stern manner. I think the increased volume in my voice might have triggered him because he began to allow me nonstop. Get in the fucking car. Oy, I said get in the car. I said I will drop you off, just get in the car. My last straw was me hearing him pull his handbreak up and unbuckling his seatbelt.

I knew I was fucked from that point. As soon as I saw the car door open, I sprinted towards the direction I was walking. I could hear the man begin to chase after me. His breathing almost immediately became labored. I turned the corner and thanked the universe there were trees on the street that cast its shadows almost everywhere. I quickly made a turn and hid behind some bushes. I swear I stopped breathing when I heard him walk past. I've never been more scared in my life.

I heard him curse under his breath and began walking back to his car. He got in and drove off slowly. I stayed behind the bush for a while just to make sure he was completely gone. Once I was able to confirm that he was, I sprinted back to my house and snuck back. in. That was the last time I snuck out of the house. The fear I felt in that moment was and still is immeasurable. I have never told anyone this story before. I'm now 21 and I still refuse to go out at night even with friends. To the large man who is trying to kidnap me, take me and do whatever he was planning to do, thank you for traumatizing me from going out at night and please.

Let's not meet. Thank you for the entertainment and excitement you provide snuck. No worries. Thank you so much for your story and I'm very, very glad that, you know, you survived, you didn't get kidnapped, or nothing else bad happened. Thank you for the story. Definitely a scary story. And yeah, maybe don't sneak out again at night, but it seems like you learned your lesson. And yeah, like I said, I'm just glad you're all right. Thank you for the story. Hey, Snook, I'm a big fan of your channel and I have been listening to you for a while now. So I figured I'd send you my own true scary story. Feel free to read it on your channel. Anyways, here it is. I would like to start off by noting that this happened to me when I was around 12 or 13 years old. I'm 22 now, so some of the

details have become a little fuzzy over the years, but the main gist of what happened is something I think about quite often to this day. I should also note that I have no history of mental illness or hallucinations of any sort. Anyways, to get on with the story. It started out as any normal evening. It was a Friday night. I know this because my family and I used to watch a movie together every Friday night. It was a sort of tradition in our home. No school to worry about the next day. Just me and my family enjoying a movie together. We are all getting ready to watch. I don't remember what movie when I went into my bedroom to grab something. Again, I don't remember what I was grabbing. I opened my bedroom door with no care in the world like I had done thousands of times before.

And of course, there was never any reason for me to be worried when entering my room. That is until this happened. I opened the door and standing in the middle of the of my room was me. This wasn't like looking into a mirror, this figure, this thing wasn't solid. It had a ghostly, almost transparency to it, yet I could still make out all the details. It was literally me wearing the same pajamas I had on in that moment. However, there was one thing that was different about this thing. She, or rather, it was smiling at me. Not like this friendly smile, more like a smirk you'd see from someone who was taunting you. I remember just standing there, not knowing what to do. I didn't scream. This wasn't because I didn't care or wasn't scared. I was the

exact opposite. I remember being so scared that I physically couldn't move. I don't know how much time had gone by since I entered my room. It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds. I was able to take care of my good body again and was about to turn away when it began moving. A fast-paced walk towards me. I guess I should quickly mention that this thing was probably only a couple meters from me this whole time. my room wasn't very big. Anyways, as soon as it started moving, I immediately began turning to leave my room, but it covered those a couple meters in less than a second.

And before I fully had my back to it, it walked right through me, then vanished. At this point, I was beyond terrified about what had just happened. The thing was gone now, and I practically said my door shut behind me as I left, never even grabbing whatever it was I'd gone in there for. It took everything in me not to run back to the living room

where the rest of my family was. I managed to walk back without anyone noticing that I had been just through the most terrifying 30 seconds of my life. For some reason, I didn't want to tell anyone what just happened, and I never did. I think part of me was embarrassed to say anything, thinking I would just be met with laughs and complete skepticism. We watched the movie, but I didn't pay much attention to it. The whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about that thing, that apparition of me.

When the movie ended, I felt sick to my stomach. I was obviously going to be sleeping there that night. and the end of the movie was a signal to get ready for bed. When I was all ready to go to bed, which I definitely took my time for, I slowly opened my bedroom door, half expecting that thing to be there again. But it wasn't. I wanted anything but to sleep in that room. But I also didn't want to tell anyone what had just happened.

So I knew I was going to have to suck it up. I got into bed, closed my eyes, and I didn't open them again until light filled my room the next morning. Now it was probably the creepiest night of my life. I kept imagining that thing standing at the end of my bed, just looking at me, smiling that creepy smile. I obviously eventually fell asleep and I don't even think I had any nightmares about it. Days went by and I never saw that figure of myself again.

For a long while after, every time I opened my bedroom door, I was always just waiting for that thing to be there again, standing in the middle of my room. I still don't know what it was. A topple-ganger? I don't know. I was never a very strong believer in the paranormal. However, it was this event in my life that actually got me fascinated with this subject,

as terrifying as it is. It's actually what got me into listening to other paranormal stories and eventually just horror-slash-scary stories in general and what eventually brought me to finding this YouTube channel. I don't know if you'll read this on your channel or not, but this is the first time putting into actual words what happened. I still haven't told anyone in my family about that night. and I don't know if I ever will.

But either way, I'm glad I finally got to tell someone. And thank you so much for your story. I really appreciate you telling us that story and submitting it to the email. That's really, really weird. I've read a little bit about doppelgangers, and it's kind of terrifying. I don't know enough about it to really comment right now,

but yeah, I really wonder what happened. I wonder if it was just some sort of weird hallucination that was just really temporary, but it obviously wasn't physical since it walked through you. But yeah, that's terrifying. I can't imagine how scary it would be to go back into your room and just sleep

after you saw that. Like, that is so scary. And I'm just glad you're all right. And thank you so much for submitting that story. And yeah, thank you for the story. And yeah, I read in the video. Hopefully people enjoy it. I'm sure they will.

For people watching, comment down below what you thought about it. and on to the next one. Hi, Snook, you can call me Meg. I absolutely love listening to your stories after a long day, covered with blankets coloring in my brand new coloring book. Thank you for being such a great outlet for so many people. So here's my story.

It was September of 2019. My freshman year of college at a university about 20 minutes from my hometown. A lot of people from my family had attended that college, so when they learned I'd be studying there, they were thrilled. This university was known for its education program, and I had been interested in becoming a teacher at the time, so it felt like a perfect fit. Sadly, a common phrase you still hear in that town is, lock your doors, it's city name.

My roommate and I got notifications about shootings and other crimes happening downtown. I had already been a pretty paranoid person, as I had been raised to always be cautious about new people and new situations, but at the same time, there always seemed to be this bubble around the university. It felt like we were invincible. Nothing could possibly happen here. so what happened to me just a few weeks into the first semester, rocked me to the core. One of the ways I had gotten involved on campus was by writing for the school newspaper.

While it didn't pay much, it was a fun experience and I met so many great people. At the time, I was working on an article to promote the comedy club at the university. They had a show on the surprisingly warm September night, and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was about 8 o'clock at night, so it had started to get dark. My dorm was about 10-ish-minute walk from the student center, where the event was taking place. I invited my roommate to come with me, but she declined as she worked the front desk at one of the dorms nearby and needed to be awake bright and early the next morning for a shift. So I decided to attend the event on my own, notebook and phone in hand.

To get to the students that are from my dorm, you must walk over a large hill. Looking to your right had been a somewhat busy street, not too far from downtown, but if you look to your left, you'd be near a fully lit campus buildings and among a lot of other students who were heading to class, a frat party, or going to the local vassie. fast food joint to grab a bite. Again, that safety bubble feeling. About five minutes into the walk, I noticed this white SUV with its brights on, moving parallel to me. It was a few feet away, just far enough away that I had trouble seeing the driver, but figured it was just one of the many students heading out for the night, so I didn't pay it any mind. By chance, I ended up dropping my

notebook and stopped walking. The SUV slowed immediately, strange, but okay. I kept my eyes in the car, but continued walking. I took a mental note that it wasn't too far. I was in the far from the student center, but also not too far from my dorm if I decided that I needed to turn around. I was well over the hill at this point, so I figured it was time to take an alternate road, as it would be safer and other students might be around to blend in with. Unfortunately, I was an above-average height girl, so that didn't do me any favors. Lo and behold, this car decided it needed to make a left turn the same time I did. As I figured out what to do, I tried to take note of anything special about the car, other than it having its brights on and being white.

I tried to see a license plate, if it had any bumper stickers, anything. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything remarkable about the car, so I started back to my dorm. I looked down at my keys in my hand, wrap my fingers around them to make some sort of weapon, and ran at full speed, trying to zigzag my way through trees, picnic tables, and anything else I could find to try and throw off this car. I ran so fast that I could hear the wind ringing in my ears. Once I finally made it back to the entrance of my dorm building, I risked one more look behind me. There it was, pulled up into a parking space not too far from where I had been standing, a white SUV with its brights on.

Once I had gotten back into my dorm room, I locked the doors, my roommate had been asleep. I'd walked into our tiny bathroom, rolled up the floor, and cried as quietly as I could, trying to process what had just happened. In the meantime, I sent messages to my RA in the lead editor of the newspaper, letting them know what had happened. The RA wanted to meet up and talk about the situation, as what had just happened was definitely an issue that needed to be brought up with campus police at the least. Once I told the RA that I'd been able to get a license plate, she said that it could have been several white cars I had been seen, as it hadn't seemed likely the car would have traveled that fast.

Looking back, I wished I had stood up for myself more and insisted we report it. I made sure to tell people on my campus what happened, especially those who lived in my dorm. After freshman year, I decided I didn't want to live on campus anymore, so I commuted from home. By junior year, I wasn't interested in teaching anymore. Huge props to those who teach or are studying to be teachers. You're incredible. I was kind of at a loss and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Then something crazy happened.

On my last day of the first semester of my junior year, the whole student body got a B-O-T-O, be on the lookout email from campus police. Turns out they were in search of a white SUV who had followed different. girls in the last few months. I looked at the picture of the supposed car and it brought goosebumps to my arms. I'll never know for certain if it was the exact white car that had followed me on the September night, nor do I know if that individual had been caught. What I do know is that I will never look at a white car the same way ever again. And all right, I mean, we've learned enough from two of these stories in this video so far. Don't trust cars, especially white ones. That's

kind of weird that in both of these stories you guys shared, it was a white car. That was following you guys. Who knows? Maybe creeps just like white cars or whatever. If you drive a white car, then, you know, maybe you're a creep, but no, I'm just joking. But yeah, make sure you guys stay safe out there because, I mean, two stories is creepy as hell, and you never know what could happen if the person caught up to you or, you know, jumped out of the car and grabbed you or whatever could happen. Or rob you, mug you, whatever, have it. Just be safe out there, especially at nighttime. You don't know what people are out there, and just keep your guard up. Don't have your nose in your phone like a lot of people do nowadays.

That just puts a big target on your back if I had to say so myself. And yeah, thank you so much for sharing your story. Comment down below what you guys thought about that one down below and into the next one. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I don't go on 4chan or Reddit, so this is the perfect way to tell my story. My good friend, I'm going to call Dee, has a hunting cabin in northern Pennsylvania. We've been going there for years. The cabin is a hunk of drunkenly built shit

and doesn't have running water or even a toilet inside, but we have great memories inside that place. It's a 45-minute drive into the mountain on narrow winding dirt roads to get there off the main road. My last trip there, we went up for deer season. We arrived in the late morning, and as soon as I got out of the truck, I just felt uneasy. I noticed myself almost instinctively darting my eyes

looking around the perimeter of the property more than usual. I shrugged it off to unload the truck and unpack. We went out to our stands to check them out and make sure they're all good before going out on an afternoon hunt later that day. All of our equipment was in good shape, so we'd start walking back. The entire time I couldn't check that lingering feeling of the air, just feeling dead. The wilderness is quiet, but not that quiet. There's always some sort of noise. What threw me off the most is that I didn't even hear a single Blue Jay.

I've been coming here for years and always heard them calling from a distance. or above me as I walk. For those who don't know, these birds are known as nature's alarm system. If they see anything that could be potential danger, they will start squawking like crazy. It has been about five hours before sundown. Me and D, load up our rifles, put on our gear, and take the 20-minute walk into the woods before we split to get to our stands being as quiet as possible. Long story short, we sat in our trees, freezing our asses off for eight hours,

and didn't see or hear a single sign of life the entire time. Nope, just sat there, and the deafening quiet in the air too cold to fiddle with my phone to pass the time. The sun started to set, and I get a text from Dee saying he's climbing down, so I follow suit. I meet up with him on the trail and we start walking back. We can only hear the sound of the gentle clacking of our straps on our rifles and our own footsteps. I mentioned this to Dee, and he says, Yeah, I didn't want to sound like a bitch, but something ain't right. We didn't want to leave.

It's a long drive up, and we took days off from work to be up there. So we shrugged it off, ate dinner, and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I'm woken up because I'm freezing cold. I peek over the edge of the top bunk and see that the front door is wide open, letting out all the precious heat. My first thought was that D wanted to take a late night's shit. It didn't close the door all the way. But then I look over and see them on the top of the other bunk. As I rub my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the dark, I start looking around in, holy shit.

There's a fucking bear in the cabin. The bear is just standing at the rear of the cabin where the bear is just standing at the rear of the cabin where the glow from the wood stove is barely illuminating it. It wasn't rummaging through our food or trash, but just silently sitting there, laser-focused, staring at the wide open front door. I suddenly remembered my pistol. I kept on my mattress platform next to the wall,

so I grabbed it, and I just started screaming, Bear, bear, bear, to wake Dee up, and we yelled as menacing as possible to scare it off. Luckily, it didn't take long, and it got spooked, then ran out of the cabin. The second it was off, the front steps, I slammed the door shut,

and dead bolted, feeling my heart pounding through my chest. D then says, Fuck, look to see where it goes And make sure it's not hibernating under the cabin D goes to the back door and I go to the front There's two of those shitty spiral bulbs Outside the lights One in the front and one of the back

They don't give off too much light But it's just enough I'm scanning the yard and tree line But I see nothing But then something catches my eye In the darkness, about six feet off the ground clinging to a tree I do my best of focus

And it's not the bear But something else and that something else is looking in the direction of the cabin, purposely avoiding where the front porch light illuminates. I start making out its features. It looked jet black with long, skinny appendages, and claws or fingers or something dug into the bark of the tree. It had a kind of humanoid-shaped head, but the shape was off.

It looked like it was stretched out from top to bottom, and the mouth was massive. It felt like I was standing there for hours, but it couldn't have been more than a minute. I look at the head of this thing, and even though the darkness I can just feel it deep and some lost caveman instincts that this thing was now staring directly at me. I feel my pulse in every fingertip.

I hear it in my ears. My body feels hot. I somehow pushed past the fear and told Dee to get over here right now. He runs over and looks out the window in the direction I'm looking. I know when he spotted it because I hurt his breath quick and before he forced out a, what the fuck is that, dude? I then had a moment of brilliance and flicked on the light switches next to me lighting up the cabin like a stadium.

The brightness infiltrated more parts of the dark yard through the other windows and in the direction of that thing. Once I did that, it quickly jumped off the tree and scurried back into the darkness of the forest. The speed this thing moved at was incomprehensible and did not feel real. One second it was there, light comes on, black blur, and then it's gone. Yeah, we didn't get any more sleep that night and kept every light on. As soon as there was morning light, we just tossed everything in the back of the truck and got the hell out of there. It's been a year since we've gone back. Maybe this was a one-time occurrence,

pure coincidence. Did it just find our little needle in the middle of the mountain? And all right, guys, that wraps up some uncanny, true, scary stories. I've been loving reading your guys submitted stories. It's just really authentic and it's cool to hear from the fans of the channel. You guys are great writers, great stories. You guys have a lot of scary shit going on in your live so submit it and uh yeah it's all anonymous unless you want your name in it but i really really appreciate every single story you guys send in it's uh great to read them and everyone in the comments here or everyone who watches these really seems to enjoy them so comment down below if you'd like to see more stories like this in the future or more videos like this in the future or anything else

and uh just thank you so much for watching at the end of the video uh it means the world and uh please like and subscribe if you haven't already helps out a ton and uh yeah thank you so much for watching This is Snook, and I'll see you next time. Bye.