Snook - Unexplainable Stories From 4Chan

Episode Date: April 23, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4chan stories video. And today we're going to be getting into some unexplainable stories from 4chan. And all of these stories in this video are really, really, you know, as the title says, unexplainable, but scary, disturbing and just entertaining. And you'll want to stick around. They're great to listen to if you're just chilling, studying, relaxing, or just want to watch a, you know, scary stories video. But I appreciate you so much for stopping by.

You guys are the best. Please like and subscribe. The channel's subscriber goal is 500. thousand subscribers, so please subscribe. And alright, without further ado, let's get into some unexplainable stories from 4chan. All right, X, here's the story of my ex-r roommate, whom we'll call John. He was kind of a dumbass, and a crackhead, and had a bad habit of eating my food and getting into my shit when I wasn't home. But this effort had some of the most amazing hookups for weed, and when he wasn't being a completely greedy bastard, it was some of the best smoking I ever did,

so I was almost willing to let his shit slide before I decided to move out. We're going to break this story into three pieces as follows. One, moving in and meeting John. Two, meeting the guy John's been getting his weed from. And three, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Part the first. The summer after my sophomore year at college, I decided I didn't want to keep hiding my smoking from my parents. So I started looking for an apartment and a roommate,

who wouldn't mind my smoking. I actually kind of met John through a friend of a friend of a friend while talking about hookups, and his name came up. And I was told that he was looking for a new roommate. Apparently, the last one had just kind of skipped town without paying his half of the rent. At the time, I thought bad karma and assumed that the guy was kind of a dick. I think now that I understand what really happened,

after living with John for a while. That'll come up later. When I showed up to take a look at the place and ask about rents and shit, John was outside moving a bunch of his stuff his last roommate had left behind out to the dumpster. We started chatting up, and I told him I was looking for a place. We talked about my job, then weed, and we went inside and I matched him for some mids, and we smoked a couple bowls. I signed some stuff later saying I'd basically stay until late fall and then see where it went from there.

I thought I saw some useful shit like a lamp or something, so I went back later and kind of picked it up at the dumpster. The last guy had ditched all sorts of stuff he could have, at least sold before taking off, textbooks, etc. I ended up taking a lot of it and just selling it. It ended up paying my first month's rent or so. John was pretty cool at first. He had a pretty consistent supply of sour diesel and some O.C. Cush that smoked like a dream.

He claimed that his dealer got his stuff from a bunch of local growers. I don't really care. He'd sell it to me cheap and I could leave my pieces out in the open without worrying about drama. By the third week, we'd settled into a pretty steady routine of getting blazed Wednesday night. I work Thursday, Friday, wake and bake Saturday. Invite some friends over, Sunday, and smoke. Work Monday. Then maybe work Tuesday, otherwise just kind of winging it. This is where we move into part two, where shit starts to get weird. Part two, where shit started to go to bad.

I started to notice some of my stuff didn't seem like it was staying where I left it, so I set up a camera on the bookshelf in my room. Sure enough, I caught footage of John fucking with my stuff when I was at He wasn't taking anything, just coming into my room and touching my crap. He'd look through my papers, look under my pillow, fool around with the books I had on my desk, all sorts of weird stuff. And I mean, he didn't take anything. Pocket change, money left out, weed, nothing. I had no idea what was going on. But I didn't confront him about it because I didn't want to deal with the awkwardness.

Around this time, I ran into one of the little side annoyances of living with someone who usually has good weed, weed, which is people coming by at weird hours of the night to buy it. A really skinny, anxious-looking woman showed up well after midnight one Saturday asking for John. I told her I was his roommate and that he wasn't home. He was out mating some friends. And she freaked out and asked if she could buy for me. I asked how much she was looking for, thinking weed, but I discovered then she was looking for crack. I freaked out and told her I didn't deal that and locked the door. Feeling pretty riled up and thinking I'd already caught him in my room anyway, I ran into John's room. It didn't take long to find evidence that not only was he selling it, but he was doing it

too. I was freaked out. I've never smoked anything other than weed, not even cigarettes. So this was a pretty big deal for me. When John got back sometime around 5 a.m., I tried to talk to him about the woman that came by, but he was barely understandable. So I just let him go to his room and pass out. I went back to my room and locked the door, feeling thoroughly disjointed. I was almost asleep when I heard someone fiddling around with my window. The AC was kind of shit, so I left my window open a crack with a fan on for a breeze. When I looked up, someone was hunched next to this sill, fucking with the screen like they were trying to get in.

I shouted and threw a book, and they ran off. I went out to the kitchen window to see if I could get a look at them as they took off, and I kind of regret it. Whoever it was, they were apparently naked. I saw someone pale and bony, tearing off between the car, and into the bushes across from the apartment. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. When John finally woke up, I confronted him about the woman

and the weird naked guy trying to get into my window. I assumed it was another desperate crackhead. I had a hard time staying angry at him because he got genuinely sorry, begging me not to leave because I was a great roommate, saying he'd buy me an ounce of strawberry cough to make up for the trouble. So I said, fine. He told me I've been trying to quit the crack for a while and didn't even sell it anymore,

and that anyone who showed up in the night was probably just really, really hard up for a fix or else they wouldn't have even thought of him. Then he said he'd introduced me to his dealer on Saturday, which brings us to part three. Part three, this is when I started to realize that I needed to get out of there, even if it meant moving back in with my parents or just being fucking homeless. That Saturday, his dealer, who we'll call Lewis, came over. He was a really clean, well-spoken white guy in his 40s, really neatly, cut. hair, clean skin, etc. He brought some hash in addition to the weed, then just watched

to smoke it. I felt really weird just smoking while he watched. He constantly smiled really weird. When I asked if he wanted to smoke it all, he explained that he didn't smoke his own product. He did this awkward little wink, which made me feel really creeped out, as he told me that he was into something a lot more exciting and that he'd been screening John for a while to see if he was ready to get in and on the game. I'd tell you more, but you could get in trouble just for hearing about it, so we'll see if you're right before it as time goes by. I started to really feel shady about the whole setup. Granted, I smoked myself retarded that night, but in the morning, I decided that I wasn't going to smoke anything for a while.

I handed my whole stash over to John, told him I was going to take a tea break because I wanted to look for a new job and started taking more video. John didn't come into my room for several days. At this point, it was late summer, and when I finally caught him in my room, it wasn't on film. I woke up in the middle of the night with him crouched next to my bed, fucking trying to cut off a piece of my hair. I clocked him right on the face and pinned him to the floor. After knocking the scissors out of his hands, he didn't even fight. He just burst into sobs and I realized that he was wasted. He started blubbering and apologizing and kept calling me the wrong name. Then I started to feel really fucked up. He said something along the lines of,

I'm so sorry, Keith. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Just apologizing over and over. He said something about being in too deep and how he was so scared. I tried to calmly suggest maybe getting help, trying to settle him down. And he started making this fucked up keening, screechy sound, saying no one could save him,

that he was damned. At this point, he leaned over and puked all over the carpet next to my bed and passed out. I dragged him into his own room, then came to him. back to clean up the floor in mine. The twin bed of my room had been there since I moved in. I just put a new mattress pad and sheets on it. There were also some boxes of notebooks and shit that had been there before, but I still hadn't bothered to dig through. I moved them to clean up the vomit and noticed something under my bed. I lifted the box spring to get a better look and got the really pleasant surprise of seeing an uneven red-brown stain about the length

of the bed. It looked pretty obviously like blood. Someone smarter might have called the police and just taken off, but I was afraid of just calling the cops on a red stain in my room, not to mention the fact that there was weed and pipes and shit all over the apartment in the crack in John's room. I grabbed my keys. I was about to leave, but as I stood in the front doorway, I stopped to listen. There was someone fooling around in the darkness under the carport. There was a weird kind of scuttling noise coming from the direction of my truck.

I shouted into the dark and this time, not one, but two naked-looking fuckers tore out of the shadows into the bushes. I pussyed out and went back inside, which turned out to be the best course of action. When I went back a few hours later, when it was light out, they disconnected a bunch of shit from my engine and stolen some parts. Unfortunately for me, most of my good friends in the area were out of town on vacation and due to a messed up relationship with my parents, I didn't want to call them and asked them to come pick me up, but I had to get out of there. When John woke up, he didn't seem to remember the night before. I told him about my truck, and he got all freaked out and apologetic again. He helped me find a number for a towing company, then offered to drive me to the

repair place. I got really nervous when I realized that we were driving in an odd direction, and he said that he wanted to stop by Lewis's place real quick to buy something for his friends. I should probably mention that I hadn't seen any of John's friends at the apartments for a few days. it had mostly been him driving out to hang out with other people whom I never saw. I asked him who Keith was, and he got really uncomfortable and said it was his last roommate. I asked him if he knew why he just left, and he shrugged and didn't answer. His phone went off, and I gathered from what I heard on my end that he was talking to Lewis. When he hung up, he pulled off to the side of the road and didn't look at me.

I asked if anything was wrong, and he started fiddling around with the door pocket on his side. When he turned back, he had a big knife and looked really fucked up. Had a weird smile on his face. I'm really sorry about this man. Before he could even move, I clocked him for the second time, grabbed the knife, then booked it out of the passenger's side. I was in a weird neighborhood I didn't recognize and I was terrified, running through people's backyards, jumping fences,

clutching this big-ass knife that I was determined not to lose because it was evidence. Someone apparently saw me and called the cops because I got picked up pretty quick. I explained the situation as calmly as I could, and the cop that picked me up took me back to the apartment, and I let him in. Letting him walk in front of me, I could see him looking all over at all the weed ship, but when I showed him the stain under my mattress, he got really serious and told me that I'd need to come with him to the station. In the end, I moved back in with my parents for a month or two, and they paid for a lawyer for me because my room was basically spotless, drug-wise. So I didn't get any flack for that. I never heard anything more about Lewis, but I did find out about the blood in my room.

Apparently, it was a match for Keith, who was missing. John got taken in on suspicion of murder, along with a lot of drug charges. And last I heard, he cade himself in a cell. The police kept the knife, and they never found my camera. It was gone from the apartment. To this day, I have no idea what happened to it. I swear I saw one of those naked fuckers lurking outside the house for a few weeks after the trial was up,

but I can't be sure. I was sober after all that first night with Lewis, and it's still really rare for me to light up at all, even with close friends. No moral or anything, but I just guess the lesson I learned was that if I have to choose between smoking in the open and living with my parents in my 20s, if it means a threat to my life, I'm going to deal with paying rent to my rents. That's my story, X-Files. B-22, be a big in-a-wood-slash-hunting person,

hunted over a spring rig with a friend and decided to stay at his house for a bit for some beer. O4 Ford Ranger, it's a truck, sort of relevant. Be driving home late one night from friends, like nearing 1 a.m., taking back road trail surrounded by woods, feeling confident because the off-road tires, like four miles in both back tires blow out. fucking loudest thing considering my windows were down. Sigh and, get out.

Both back tires completely fucking shredded. Multiple holes slash gases and hub cats even bent a little. Check phone. Two bars, weird, considering how deep I am in the woods. Call tow truck. Then call parents to tell them the situation. The house I bought was two blocks away from them, not really relevant. Truck will be in a half hour or so.

Getting nervous considering the time and location. Turn headlights on. Look to wear lights shining. Really hard to see, but about 200 yards or so away are a group of people. Like 10 of them. Slowly making their way towards me. Go pale for a second, but I realize they may be coming to help. Decided to grab binoculars out of hunting pack. Look at people. That was a mistake. They all fucking stopped immediately when I was looking through my binos. Pulled them away and sure enough they started walking again. Binox up, they stopped and stared. Binox gone, they walked more. When they get to about a hundred yards away, they stopped regardless of bynox. Go ahead and look through bynox again to see what they're up to. Stare at them for a few seconds before I realize something.

They all look the same. Not like in height or weight, but all exactly identical faces wearing robes. Now see, this is a big no for me considering of all these Satanist cults and whatnot being reported all the time in these parts. Call tow truck guy again to see how long before he'll be there. He tells me there's a jam on a highway who gives a shit, possibly another 45 minutes. Fuck me. Get off phone. People still standing there.

Really nervous now. Look around. I almost had a heart attack when I noticed this. In the trees surrounding me are many more of these people, all just standing there and watching me. They're not moving or anything, like they're mannequins, but it's pretty damn obvious they're not. Now, this road is maybe 10 yards wide, with only a few feet of bushes and stuff before it gets into really dense woods. Instantly, I grabbed the knife from the belt sheath.

I just look at them for what seems like hours. They don't move at all. Look back at the 10 in front of my headlights. Nope, they've all started crawling to me on all fours. Imagine like a crocodile, but more violent. Closing in, and about 50 yards away, I can hear them hissing. Run to the back of my truck and hop in the bed. Frantically search for the pistol.

Find Glock in my jack. at holster, hop out and look at the creepy crawlers. They've stopped and are on back on two legs. Honestly, like 20 yards away now. Shout, back to fuck away. Have a weapon. No reply. The people in the woods are still just staring. Fire a warning shot into the air. Not a single one flinches. They don't even seem to notice that I've fired. Immediately all of their heads snap into the direction the crawling tent are standing. I look too. Their eyes are red and glowing, not really bright. more like a dim brake light. They start hissing again, except they're still just standing there.

Quickly fire another shot, but right at them. Again, no flinching. Start to say prayers because I'm sure they're going to kill me soon. Whole crowd around me joins the hissing. The sound was unbelievable. It was like bacon frying. The sizzling is what I'm referencing. After about 30 seconds of the hissing, it all stops.

The headlights go out. I honestly began sobbing at this point, as I knew I didn't have the ammo. or the accuracy to take out everyone around me. I couldn't see anything anymore, but I could hear the footsteps coming near me at a slow pace. Their eyes were still illuminated, and at 10 yards away, the movement stops and no footsteps are heard.

Eyes are still there just watching me. In the darkness, their eyes get closer together and fuse into this ball of light. The ball splits apart into two eyes. The eyes are about 7 feet off above the ground and maybe 10 yards from where I was standing. Later, when I was remembering this account, I thought they had formed into some pseudo-demon slash Satan. An extremely faint yellow glare shined up whatever it was.

To the best of my knowledge, it was a humanoid shape, but a head of what I thought was a goat because of the visible horns the light shone off of. Whatever it was, open its jaw and let out a scream I don't think anything from this world could produce. The sound was a scream of multiple women, but extremely high-pitched. Suddenly, the creature bolted into the woods. Look behind me to see the tow truck approaching. He finally drives up. I tell him the whole ordeal, and even he seems a little spooked. Never had a dash cam and still don't, but I'm sure that is something that would freak everyone the fuck out.

Be a few days before New Year's Eve, 2013, had decided to go camping with my friend. He's 26, I'm 20. He's the real outdoorsy type and loves camping. I've never been before, and I don't know shit. convinces me it'll be fun and we'll make friends of the campsite. We're going on his Yamaha motorbike. I can ride but haven't got my license. Have to pack the bare minimum plus booze and weed.

He lives in Ballarat, so I take the train up and we ride down to the forest, where we are staying. Campsite is Lake Elizabeth if you know it. Not too many people there on that day. Two couples and their dog. A Bogan family with children. A family of Asians. And he says, don't worry. Closer to New Year's Eve, younger people will.

arrive. At this point I just want to go and find a place to stay in Lorne but that will be all booked out. We stay two days. Next day will be New Year's Eve. So far another group has rocked up a bunch of 20-year-olds. They turn out to be all religious and all they do at night is have a barbecue, not even drink or anything. At least I got a few snags off of them. Yes, I'm aware of how Ozzy this sounds. Finally, my friend agrees that this place is fucking shit. We pack up our shit and just in case we tell the religious group to please save our spot in case more people come we leave and decide to try our luck in lore in anyway and if we can't find anywhere we can always come back to forest spend a few days in lorne absolutely nowhere we could try apollo bay but it's

already getting late-ish and it'll probably be full too right back to the forest the campsite is fucking full religious groups are nowhere to be seen it's like 7 p.m. now we try and find a tiny place to squeeze in but not even kidding it's full Ask the Bogan family who was there when we got there, and what the fuck is up with that? Tells us they come up every year. It always gets full right before New Year's Eve, apparently. So fucking pissed at this point, having a small breakdown too. Friend tells me to chill the fuck out.

We'll just camp somewhere illegally. No big deal, he does it all the time. I'm a bit of a pussy, but we have no other choice. In between forests and Lorne, there's some pretty dense forest, but there's no road going through it, so you have to kind of go around and then go off the road. Good thing, his bike is built for off-road and on-road. Okay, so here's where it starts getting weird. Get maybe two kilometers into the bush where we find a clearing.

Made sure that we knew what direction we were going on in the campus. Like 8.30 p.m. now. It's daylight saving, so it doesn't get really dark until 9.30. Put up our tent and shit. Can't make a fire because it's fucking Australia and it's dangerous. Eat dinner, smoke some weed, and we go to bed a little while after that. Wake up at some point. I have no idea what time it is, and I don't know why I woke up until I hear it. Something is fucking walking around the campsite. Sounds big. There's also this foul smell like meat that has been in the sun rotting for a week. I'm frozen in fear at this point and staring at the entrance of the tent.

My friend is fast to sleep. The thing brushes against the entrance of the tent. It sounds like it's sniffling. Suddenly I hear it leave. I'm frozen in my position for like 40 minutes before I wake my friend up. and tell him what happened. He dismisses it and calls me a pussy, says it's probably a kangaroo or something. But what about the smell? For fuck's sake, Anon, I can't smell anything, just go to sleep. Be next day. It's New Year's Eve. The night before's incident semi-forgotten. I decided it probably was just a kangaroo that rolled in something dead or some shit. Friends says that by now there's

no chance of us finding another accommodation, so we should just stay there again for that night. But during the day, let's go to the beach. We're getting the motorbike ready. We're getting the motorbike when this fucking random guy walks into the clearing. Nearly shit myself because I thought it was like a forest protection guy, but he wasn't wearing the uniform. Introduces himself as Jack. Says he's camping out here illegally too and can't believe he found other people.

Says he heard the motorbike last night but came and checked this morning and that his camp is a little over 300 meters away. Talk to him for a while. Seems like an all right guy. Ask us how we met. It's actually a funny story. We met because we found out we were dating the same.

girl, instead of fighting each other for the two-time and slut we ended up becoming good mates. He laughs, we tell him we're going to the beach for the day and coming back, but we probably won't find the same spot, so I guess this is a goodbye. I wouldn't be so sure of that. Humans have an excellent sense of direction when they need it. Something about that statement just creep me the fuck out, like how we said humans and not our.

We go to the beach for the day and meet some chicks, but that's not really relevant for this story. We're coming back around 4 p.m. and we go off the road once again. Make it a little way in and find a clearing. Friend says this is the exact same clearing we were at before, but it definitely wasn't. Other clearing had a stump on the side and this one doesn't. Friend says there wasn't a tree stump at the other one. Suddenly Jack fucking appears again. He tells us that this isn't the same clearing but it's nearby and his camp is pretty close to us now and that's how he knew where we are. Friend is talking to Jack about camping ship and I tell him that I needed to go to the toilet. I'm walking out into the woods and I decided to try and find Jack's

campsite. He wasn't lying about it being close. I stumbled upon it after like 100 meters. It was so fucking messy. There were pots and shit lying all over the place. The 10 zipper was half down which any camper knows not to do because bugs get in, notice there's no car or anything, and draw the conclusion he must hike or something. Suddenly noticed that fucking smell. Same smell I noticed the night before. Start getting like this instinct. I'm an actual fear and I start backing away to go back the way I came. Hear this deafening screech come from somewhere in the distance ahead of me. Like no other animal or human sound I've ever heard, hear it again and it's closer.

I'm so fucking scared and I sprint towards camp. Hear voice somewhere to the right of me. Hey kid. Hold up, I heard it too. Jack's voice. I don't stop or look, I just keep running. Burst into clearing and see my friend. I'm really upset so he knows I'm not making shit up and he listens to my story.

Tells me that Jack told him he was leaving that he had gone back to his campsite 10 minutes ago. I say that's impossible because I saw the campsite and it was all messy and Jack wasn't there. And I heard him in the woods. Friends says Jack was probably in the middle of packing up and went for a piss when I was at his camp. And that I definitely imagined his voice in the woods. And the screech was just some animal in distress. Look, Anon, why don't we go check his campsite together? I don't want to, but after some convincing, I lead the way.

Get to Jack's clearing and everything's gone. Friend smirks at me and says he has to go piss and to wait here because he doesn't know the way back. He disappears into the bushes. This is normal for him. He hates pissing in front of other people. And suddenly see this flash of white I hadn't noticed before. I look up. It's a ripped t-shirt hanging from a tree branch.

It has blood on it. I start freaking out again and yell for my friend. I hear that fucking screech again. I sprint somehow end up going a different direction. to the campsite, so I stop after 200 meters, otherwise I'll get too lost. I'm panting and I'm sitting there for about five minutes before I hear this weird kind of high-pitched sound. It becomes clearer. I realize it's my friend's voice calling my name. Oh, relief. I call out to him, and we find each other through the sound of our voices. Did you hear that screech? It's the same one I heard at Jack's Camp.

Yeah, I did ain't on. Weird, right? Do you know where our camp is from here? I know the general direction and we end up back at the camp, I tell him about the white shirt, and he agrees that it's creepy. Well, at least Jack has gone now. We can spend tonight here. I get that instinctual feeling again like I had at Jack's camp. Nah, man, we should get out of here. This place is creeping me out. Friend suddenly gets really angry.

What the hell, A-non? I can't believe you're going to back out of something just because you think it's a bad situation. Remember when we first met and that girl was playing with both of us? But instead of fighting each other, we turned that bad situation around and became friends. I think this is a really weird thing to say, like it didn't really fit into the context of what was going on, you know? Nah, I really think we should leave. We hardly have any food or water left as well. Why don't we just go back to Ballarat and hang with Jesse and them? Finally, he fucking agrees. Before we can go, you can just come with me into the woods for a second. I need to pee, but that fucking screeched got the shit out of me. I kind of follow him a few steps until my brain clicks. Start smelling a whiff of that,

foul scent again, and I remember that my friend is the kind of guy who needs privacy when he pisses, even if he's scared. Nah, dude, just fucking hold it. I don't want to go anywhere, but out of these woods. He reluctantly agrees when we pack up the tent. Mostly me doing the work, he's just sitting and watch me, which is weird because it's his shit, and he's really protective over his camping gear. I packed the saddleback for the bike and wait for him to get on. gives me this weird look. Can't you ride this time? I'm really feeling weird now.

Tell him he knows I can ride, but I don't have my license. I'm really tired. Can you just ride today? We'll be fine. I agree. I just want to get the fuck out of there. He gets on behind me and puts his hands tightly around my waist, which he knows you don't need to do because we have a back plate.

I checked the compass, and after a while, we get onto the road, and after an hour I pull over because we'll be getting on the highway soon. Tell him we need to switch just in case I get pulled over. He gets on but asks where we're going. I can't believe this shit. Tell him we're going back to his house. Ended up having to direct him back. I knew now that something seriously weird was going down with him.

And he also knew that I knew this because what person forgets where they live? No point green texting the rest of this story, but basically I got the fuck out of his house when we got there because I couldn't stand to be in the same room as him anymore. On the trip, things like clicked together in my brain, like how he only knew things after I said them, and how he only knew about how we met because we had told Jack, and Jack definitely was involved in this somehow. And also, he's been really fucking different since that camping trip. Like, he has this dog, which he's had for 12 years. He loves that fucking dog so much. Like, it's his best friend, and when we got to his house, he didn't even greet it or pat it.

And that is seriously not right for him. Also, he's a really social guy, and our Ballarat mates said that on New Year's Eve night, he didn't go out at all. And when I was leaving his house, he didn't try and convince me to stay or anything, and my real friend would have. But I think whoever it is now, knew at that point that I knew what was going on. Some of the texts he sent me. School one was when I was in Ballarat visiting another friend, and he somehow found out that I was there. There were other texts, but I never replied, and I deleted some because it just made me upset. he's been stalking you.

Find out if he's been asking around about you from friends. Also, would Adam usually make a lot of typos? No, like when he's drunk, yeah, but during the day, he wouldn't. He's working on his PhD in occupational therapy. Friends have said in passing that when they've gone to his house sometimes it smells disgusting, and they always describe it as rotting meat, like something had died in there. And apparently Adam would always say a possum had died in the ceiling, which isn't uncommon, but given the situation.

Anyone have any theories on that rotting smell? Also, do you think it's a Skinwalker or what? I'm going to ask one of my friends now. And sadly, those are the only kind of chats that are archived, and that's kind of the end of it. So I really wonder what ended up happening to his friend if he got replaced by, you know, Jack or that weird guy in the woods. Was the guy in the woods like a Skinwalker?

I know they said this is Australia. So Skinwalkers don't exist in Australia, I don't think. That's more of a Native American thing. So I don't think so, but who knows? If you guys, if anyone down below is from Australia, and there's any sort of Australian Skinwalker, comment that down below. And maybe that's what happened to O.P.'s friend.

A group of Zumer men came up to me in about 22 and surrounded me. They threatened to mug me, but I handed them my vape and they started fighting over it. I ran away from them, but they followed me to a nearby McDonald's where they told me I was next. After the incident, I was fired for my job. My girl broke up with me. She said, you know why, when I asked why she was leaving me. My parents cut me off. After a few weeks, I had to sell most of my stuff and move out to a cheap sharehouse.

When I was selling my stuff, one of the zoomers was there. He bought my favorite book Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Asgaband. He asked where I was moving to and I told him a funny address. He laughed and corrected me. He knew where and when I was moving to the sharehouse. He winked and told me not to lie to him or his friends again or else. I was shooting bricks. After moving into the sharehouse, I was nearly broken and was homeless.

I tried to get a job at Wendy's. They wouldn't hire me. I tried applying at other places. I had to do my applications at a local library because I had no phone and no computer. At the library, some new men would approach me and tell me how unfortunate things were for me. They would mock me and tell me that my girlfriend is now happy hoaring herself for them. I nearly lost it, but was thrown out of the library. One of the zoomers would station nearby my sharehouse.

I came up to him one day and asked what I needed to do for them to fuck off. And he acted like he never met me. It was so insulting to do that. He has spoken to me so many times now. He was just pretending that I was insane. Whatever I said. I didn't need to negotiate with these psychos. I needed to escape.

During this time, my housemates made it impossible for me to get a full night's sleep. I was due to pay the little rent I was owed, but I didn't want to. This wasn't my fault. I scrounged around and made enough money to get a greyhound. I hid the money in my underwear. This would be a great escape. Like the famous movie. I'd escape my tormentors.

I'd escape my increasing insanity and find peace in another city. I had to do a lot to get that money, but I was also worried the zoomers would mug me again. I couldn't afford it. I snuck out at dusk and hidden the alleys around my town. I was dressed as a female. I was acting like a real homeless schizo now. The zoomers tried to follow me. One of the housemates where I lived came out and spoke to the scout zoomer.

I could hear him say, I don't know where Aon went. And I could hear the zoomers say, shit, you idiot, this could get us killed. I snuck off and hid for many hours miles away from the sharehouse. I had no phone, no electronics, makeup smeared on my face and wearing women's clothing. I was a mess, but I knew I was liberated. I snuck over to the local river and entered a sewer pipe. If this didn't kill me, I would be okay in here.

I was right. I found a corner that I could sleep in and finally had some shut eye. I woke up the next day. It was afternoon, I believe. Nobody was around me. I was safe. I stayed where I was until dusk, where I got out of the sewer and went back to the city center.

I would wait for a Greyhound bus. It was a risk, but I had to make sure I could get to the bus station to be prepared to, bored in the evening. I encountered a few people along the way, perhaps not many stalkers or scouts, but annoyed people nonetheless. I waited in the bus station. An attendant was obviously scared of me, and I remembered to go into the restroom and change my clothes. I washed my face, gave myself a quick sponge bath, and changed my clothes to my normal set. I only had two minutes aboard. When I came out, I got on the bus and hunkered down in the back. I looked out the window where my bus was taken off, and I could see some of the zoomers in the station lobby. They were pushing people.

around, my ex-girlfriend was one of them. She was one of them, but I was free. I was moving to a new city. I would sleep for the most of the trip and contact an old friend to help me stay with him while I got a job at a gas station, concierge store. My life got a little better after that. The Zimmers were gone. My ex-girlfriend was gone. My parents never spoke to me again. I lost everything, but I gained total freedom from my trials and tribulations. And in all honesty, I don't really know what that story was. That was kind of weird, but I think it was kind of a crazy person, to be honest. So hopefully that was entertaining to some of you. It was pretty entertaining to me. I just thought it was a unique story. Comment down below what you thought about that one,

onto the next one. I'll go ahead and share mine. I won't green text it. Too long for that. I was going camping with this group of about 10 to 15 people for some volunteer work I was doing. Looks good on resumes and whatnot. There were only four other people around my age, The rest were either really, really young, 13 to 15 or in their 40s or 50s. The four others and I were pretty good friends, and we usually don't get much sleep whenever we're spending a weekend together. This trip was for three days. It was spring break, and I hadn't slept the night before, but I'm conditioned to going

on no sleep pretty well. So I had no problem when one of our four suggested that we go on a hike. We decided to go pretty late at night, so none of the youngsters would follow us in. Unfortunately, our plan didn't work, and we ended up with an entire, entire pack of teenagers following us. We had an obligation to watch them because three to five of us were a volunteer so we had no choice. We decided to make it short and take them on a pretty rough hike so they wouldn't come with us whenever we went hiking the next time. It ended up being a bad idea. We ended up splitting up into several groups. I stayed with one group with

one of my friends, one of the other four, the big guy, decided to go on trail some deer we spotted earlier. The deer scared one of the girls who screamed at the top of her lungs and was being skittish about everything out there. Another was the other group of kids and the last one decided to head back to camp. Needless to say, the hike was ruined. We ended up far enough from camp, and while there were a bunch of annoying teens with us, we were convinced one of the kids from the other group was in the forest trying to fuck with us. We heard rustling at several points and we kept hearing the same scream deeper in the woods, which sounded like the girl who screamed earlier about the deer. She was with the other group.

Anyway, we got back to the camp, told the kiddos to shut the fuck up and go to sleep because they're being loud the entire hike. And we all set up base next to this trail that led into the woods. We stayed there for several hours before morning, simply because we couldn't sleep. When the big guy who left to hunt some deer joined us. Later on, I was discussing with him how the deer seemed abnormally large. And he just turned to me with a serious look on his face and said, those weren't deer. I got almost right next to one.

all I could see were its eyes and it wasn't moving. It was almost as big as me. Now keep in mind that this guy was about 6-6 or 6-7, and he's one of the heaviest guys who you'd think would be able to kill a man in one punch, and he seemed pretty spooked. I thought he was fucking around and dismissed it. Fast forward to the next night.

The previous hike took too much of a toll on the teens, save two. One of them was this loud chick, and I didn't mind having her around as much as the other kid. The other was a complete retard. He was loud, annoying, and had a sense of huge. humor equivalent to that an unfunny eel meme. He tried making jokes all the time. There was never a moment of silence from that kid. This time only the big guy, two of our five-man group, and two teens

with us. We decided to go see some sights this time. Apparently, when a few of them had gone camping before, they found this secret room next to the old fort-type building. While we are headed there to that room, the retarded kid got separated from us. He just wanded off without a flashlight. We ended up finding him and he got scolded for being stupid and wandering off at 1 a.m. when he didn't know the area. Instead of being a whiny bitch like he usually would, he was complete silent, and he seemed kind of like he was in a daze. At this point, we hadn't slept for two days. For me, it was three, so I chalked it up to him being tired and not being able to handle the hike. Later on, I realized that the kid had slept that last night because I saw him going to his tent and crash with most of the teenagers. The other girl hadn't, however.

So we went back to the fort and head up to the top of room, where the chick had decided to go to sleep. The whole way back that retarded kid was walking really awkwardly. It looked like a goddamn baby horse. Not to mention he was being completely silent. Still, one of us had to walk behind him to make sure he didn't fall back onto the rocks. Anyway, when we got back to the top room and the chick fell asleep, that kid laid down and fell asleep immediately after. We didn't care that much. They were about 13 and 14.

They couldn't handle it, we guessed. The rest of us entertained ourselves by making fucking shadow puppets for like two hours. At the end of that, we are all kind of dozing off. And we are all so sleep deprived so we couldn't smell cigarette smoke anymore. I was the most alert of them, probably because I was still sitting up and keeping watch. At about 3 a.m., the kid stands up out of nowhere. And the other guy snaps out of it because we're thinking, the fuck is he doing now?

And he starts stumbling towards me and his awkward jerky movements. And I'm there thinking he's going to fucking fall on me. so I start telling him to sit back down. And then the others join in and command him to sit back down. At this point he starts twitching backwards. And there's a ledge not too far behind him, so we're yelling at him to sit the fuck back down now because we think he's going to fall off.

The big guy is about to stand up and so am I so this kid doesn't die. Then the kid starts sounding like he's trying to talk and I have no idea what he's trying to say. His voice doesn't sound normal at all. And he collapses back down and goes back to sleep. We brush it off because we're tired and we decided it's time to go back to camp. So we wake up the chick and say it's time to go. As we try to wake the kid up, he won't budge.

My first thought is he's dead, Jim. But the big tries picking him up and he ends up standing up on his zone, but he still isn't moving correctly. So the big guy had to pretty much carry the fucker back down, along with his bag, into the truck we all came in, which wasn't too far. The rest of us got our stuff been and get in. The kid tries getting into the same side as me and he twitches backward before he gets in. It was at this point I noticed that he's kind of bruised up, not really on his head much,

just on his arms. He didn't have those bruises the night before. He's still being quiet and shit, so I check his forehead to make sure he's not dying or anything and doesn't have a fever. Plus, I know he didn't do any drugs because the program we were volunteering for is one of those churchy drug-free programs, so I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with him. When we get back to the camp, he gets out, leaves his bag and his flashlight, which is weird because he was being pissy about anyone touching either of them when we began our hike.

He goes off towards the edge of the campsite and his tent wasn't over there. But we don't care at this point because we think he's probably just taking a piss or something. And when we're at the site, he's not a responsibility anymore. Everyone else goes to sleep immediately, but me and the big guy stay awake for a bit and discuss what happened with the retarded kid. The big guy's an ex-file too and we'd both read about Goateman a few times, so we brought that up. As we were discussing it, and analyzing the situation, it just got more and more eerie. And at one point, he mentioned that while the kid was standing up, all the crickets and

shit just went quiet in the background, which I barely noticed at the time. We decided to keep watch because we hadn't seen any sign of that kid yet. About 30 minutes into our watch, he decided that he needs his phone to keep track of the time, and I needed to take a piss, so we left our watch. He took my flashlight because it's brighter than his, and I took the kid's flashlight because I wasn't going far. Before we left, he set his flashlight down on the bed of her friend's truck. As I'm headed back, I see a few flashes from what I thought was my flashlight.

And it was just some flickering light. Someone was turning it on and off. It was him signaling me to where he was, so we sat back down and resumed our watch. Barely even a few minutes later, he realized that his flashlight was gone. We searched for and turned up without nothing. I just told him to use my flashlight, but we were both pretty alert at this point. About 10 minutes later, his dog, which he left at the campsite while we were hiking, lifts up his head and starts growling at the woods.

I'm watching that side because we were both keeping an eye on each other's blindsides. When I look over to see where the dog was growling, I see something flickering in the woods. These woods are about 40 to 50 feet from our current location, so I let them know. Now we're both just watching this flickering light in the woods and we realize that it looks like his flashlight, and it's flashing on and off like he was signaling. I then realized that the force is quiet again. The crickets had stopped chirping and everything. We just sit there and watch it because, fuck, investigating,

and it stops about 15 minutes later. A while after that, he decides he needs to get some sleep because he'll be driving back the next day, so I say all right. I'll stay up and patrol the site, so I do. It's cold as fuck out there, and I'm armed with nothing but a flashlight and axe. It was about 4.50 a.m. Luckily, nothing else happened that night.

The next day we see the retarded kid again, and I had no idea where he came from. He didn't come out of his tent, and the last time I'd seen him, he was headed towards the woods. Some of them told him to get in the car, and he just went in and sat there while some other people packed up his stuff. No one else seemed to notice he was weird speaking because everyone was busy packing their stuff and loading it up. When we got back, I headed home immediately to shower and get some sleep. The next time I went back to that place to volunteer for, the kid wasn't there, and he was always there. This happened over a week ago, and I still haven't heard anything about the kid, nor have I seen him. I'd like to start off by saying that I don't have a fucking clue why I'm posing this on X, or really, at all.

Maybe I'm afraid of dying or something. The events described in the story happened a month and a half ago in Shannandale, West Virginia. Although I typed this up about two weeks ago, I just haven't really had the guts to post this until what happened yesterday. The story starts in late September, when my family went to go visit a relative, who invited us to celebrate one of them, Deshury getting like $2,000 and some scratch-off lottery thing. They lived in this really fucking shitty part of Shannandale that people from Charlestown, Sherpenstown, and Ransom,

basically the least rednecky parts of West Virginia, like to call squalor hauler. It's way up on the mountain and exactly like how you picture it when they tell you about it. Nothing but ramshackle shacks, rusty-ass rebuilt trailers, everything fucking covered in decades-old, Christmas decorations because they're all too busy being smelly rednecks to ever clean up. Real deliverant shit.

Just no rivers or canoes. The relatives we were visiting are absolutely confirmed inbreeders. All cousins fucking each other. We don't refer to them as aunt, uncle, whatever, just relatives. Not terrible people or anything, just absolutely cartoonish, depressing hillbilly. So anyway, we're up in here in this godforsaken trailer. It sucks. There's like eight of them.

Plus me, my dad, my mom, and my sister. About two hours in, my mom takes my cell phone so that I can focus on the family time together, which is bullshit. All we did the whole time was eat TV dinners and be forced to watch NASCAR and shit. After like six hours of this shit, about 10 minutes before we're supposed to leave, it starts raining. We know how treacherous the roads can get up here on the mountains, so we decide to wait for the rain to die down. Flash forward two hours later, it's fucking dark as hell.

10 o'clock and there's a flood warning for the area. I have my phone back by this time. No reception, though, of course. I'm playing Tetris and Texas hold'em and stuff. When suddenly I hear my dad start losing his shit in the next room. I walk over, and it turns out they let slip that they'd buried their kid, Thomas, outside. And apparently we're afraid the rain would wash up his body or some other horse shit. The kid was like six.

He was attacked by a dog. And they never told the cops. Just fucking buried him like he was a family pet. My dad's flibbing a shit and rightfully so, because, you know, we live in the same. in the 21st century and all. So our relatives all say they'll sort it all out by the morning. My parents tell me and my sister to stay in the same room as them during the night, and we do. None of us really suspected that they'd killed Thomas or anything since they're really peaceful.

They didn't even know any guns aside from this one old-timey double-barrel shotgun they had on the mantle. Nevertheless, we were creep the fuck out and intended to tell the cops in the morning once we got to the town. So it was like three in the morning. I couldn't sleep, how were I gone out for the fifth time or so, and I'm not able to charge my dead phone. Worst part is I could see Thomas's little grave right outside the window, little cross on it and everything. And I assumed the kid could have been very deep at all because they were so worried about him just washing up out of the grave. So I was just fixated on it, kept being drawn to looking out of the window. And then I saw the worst thing in my life.

Something was creeping through the trees towards the house. I stared at it for a while. but couldn't get a good look at it since it was raining and the brush was so thick. For a few minutes I assumed it was two really pale horses, kind of ambling through the woods side by side, but then it walked into the moonlight, and I saw that it was all one thing, like a kind of human torso, but wider.

It finally stepped into full view, and I saw it had something like six legs, kind of somewhere between a beetle's legs and a horse's legs, Two arms right where someone would normally have them, but they're about a half a foot longer than any normal man's arms. It had a bald head, but the face looks like some sort of bizarre fucking masquerade bald kind of mask. This fucking clenched up, furrowed forehead, and a nose that looked sort of like a crow's or a raven's beak. It didn't have eyes either, just like the depressions where eyes would go.

It looked like it had a human mouth under its provisks. What still strikes me to this day is that it seemed to have a P2, like right in the abdomen where a normal person's dick would be. The thing moved sort of gracefully, and made these soft thump-thumping noises when it moved. It must have been like seven to eight feet tall, but sounded like it weighed maybe only 150 pounds at most. It starts walking towards Thomas' grave, and then I finally snap out of whatever trance I was in and just scream. My mom is the first to wake up, and I tell her to look out the window. She rushes over, and it doesn't really seem to understand what she's looking at. After a minute, though, the thing bends down and starts pying at the grave with its hands.

My dad and Jasper rush in, and Jasper just fucking loses his shit. Screams like a little girl, runs back to the room, yelling for his father, yelling, yelling, it's outside. It came and it's outside. I looked back and see the thing is digging furiously at the ground, kicking up mounds up with dirt. I hear these sounds of feet running across the house. I think they're looking for the shotgun. The thing reaches into the hole and grabs what I assume was Thomas's body, by the leg in one hand. The thing kind of gallops back into the woods, snapping all these

branches and shit. And then that's when we all hear it. A kid crying. A sound of a child sobbing and crying from the direction that the thing took off in. We left as soon as the rain lit up at like 5 a.m. I don't even think we told anyone at the house, drove back straight to Ransson, only stopping for gas. No one said a word to each other. My family refuses to speak about what happened. I tried to bring it up once just to make sure it was real. My dad told me to shut the fuck up so I did. I typed this up about three weeks after it happened, but just saved it on the notebook, had file, and left it alone. Never mentioned it to any friends or anything. Just tried to erase it from my mind by absolutely getting fucked up drunk whatever my thoughts lingered on it.

It mostly worked, up until yesterday. See, I work at this gas station in Ranssen from 8 p.m. to 3 a.m. I worked the register, keep the place clean, and take out the trash. Yesterday, when I was bringing the trash bags over to the back of the building for the dude in the morning to take care of, I heard what I assumed to be some junkie fucking around in the dumpster. I yelled at whoever it was a couple of times to get the hell out before I called the cops. But as I walked towards the source of the noise, I suddenly heard the same footsteps, that's soft thump-thump, hoofs or feet or whatever the hell they were. I turned right around and went back into the store and hid behind the counter.

I look over at the outside security monitor and see some kind of movement just off-screen, something huge casting a shadow and moving. Catch a glimpse of, uh, I don't know, an elbow or something. A pale limb darting in and out of view. I had to have been the same thing. I waited for it to leave and after a while it did. I woke up behind the counter at 6 a.m. this morning to my manager giving me this fucking look like I'm a drug addict or something.

Went home, typed the rest of this up. And that's about it. And that's about it for today's video. I hope you enjoyed some unexplainable stories from 4chan. I like the 4chan stories, and I know 4chan kind of got, you know, deleted or whatever. I don't know how long it's going to be deleted for, but there's so many archives of these 4chan stories. So I've got stories for a long, long time. So if you guys keep watching, I'll keep recording these.

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