Snook - Unexplainable True 4Chan Stories

Episode Date: September 12, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4chan stories video and today we're getting into some unexplainable true 4chan stories. I like the true stories but you know take everything from 4chan with a grain of salt so I don't know if these are fully true I'd like to believe they are they are you know convincing enough but they're fun to listen to and thank you so much for something by please sit back relax grab a snack get some water get hydrated and I appreciate you stopping by please like the video and subscribe to the channel it helps more than you know and all right Without further ado, let's get into some unexplainable true 4chan stories. Sonofantanon. On February 13, 2021, in Antarctica thread regarding a newly cropped up picture of what

appeared to be a spider-like creature in Antarctica cropped up on X, they are found in a Google Earth thread. And Anon came forward claiming that his father was a doctor that worked at McMurdo Station in the New Zealand claimed Ross dependency area of Antarctica. and that he knew about these creatures beforehand. The following are his posts before he went quiet. Boy, I sure do fucking love mutated penguin spiders. It's not my fault they have to live here.

We're kind of in the same boat. I have no memory of choosing any of this. I guess they built them a big fancy new house here, but it already fell apart and leaked water everywhere, ha-ha. I had nothing to do with the polar bear murdered last week. I thought that was wrong. You can buy land on the moon but not on Antarctica. I find that interesting.

Hmm, what would be the approximate size of it? Sonofantanon arrives. O.P., I'm the foremost expert on this subject. My father was stationed in Antarctica at MC Murdo Station. He's told me things. Y'all want to hear some fucked up shit? I'm using a name because it's easier for me to keep track of this shit. Some background.

My dad is a doctor. Was stationed at McMurdo for 11 months and 90s, not saying what year because he was the only doctor. doctors are there, and y'all could track me down. Frequently went out on scientific expeditions. First and foremost, there were some areas people just didn't go to. They weren't environmentally hazardous. They just were avoided for one reason or another. When my dad asked one of the researchers who had been there for 10 years, he went pale and told them to shut up. It was about 30 miles south, 10 east of McMurdo. They took a five-mile detour around whatever the hell was there. So already,

are adding up. There were little outposts here and there, thinking a metal tube sticking out of the ground with a hatch in the side. They were supposedly emergency inclement weather shelters, but the walls were to thing, and they were always locked. Secondly, was a weird structure. My dad said one time they were cresting a hill near the spot they avoided, and a gray building with a white roof was in the distance, and that it didn't look like the normal shelters they used, but almost like an office building. Also, sorry about spilling and shipping. Also, sorry about spilling and think faster than I can type, and I want to get this out there. Thirdly, there were these striders.

Big fucking five-legged things that crawled across the continent at night or in snowstorms, the reciting from the military personnel there. Most of McMurdo is U.S. Navy. My dad had a Polaroid of one of the footsteps in the track from one of the cars they had, and it was easily a foot deep into the snow that was already packed down from a 10-ton truck. Also, what the normal shelters looked like. Big fucking five-legged thing. How big? Does the thing from the pick resembles it? You make a good point. The official reasoning

for Antarctica being controlled is they want to keep it the last untouched place on earth, like Strider from Half-Life big as far as they know. Footsteps at least 30 to 40 feet apart and now, if you have ever played pathways into darkness, one of the enemy resembles it, but only just think pick-related but white slash gray, seven to eight stories tall and five legs instead of two. Like Moro wind spiders? Oh no, never seen him. KK. Hey, my guy. So, Aussie said my dad was a doctor.

Got yelled at by Superior Officer, who said they, didn't need none of you unwanted smart types around here. Guy was a P-word and hated anyone who wasn't a grunt or a researcher. Let leak to my dad that he was a replacement for a doc who had snooped around. Tried to scare my dad and shit. Guy was a total douche. One day, a guy who my dad knows for a fact isn't at Mercurdo or any of the nearby basis comes in. escorted with severe lacerations.

He has told that the guy fell. My dad calls bullshit. The cuts were too clean to be ice or rocks, plus no debris left in the wounds. Guy's delirious, and while he's under anesthesia, starts talking about things they probably shouldn't be saying. Something about, we let them loose, and they were frozen, we thought they were dead.

He starts to say something else, but the guards yell at him to shut the fuck up and gag him. That's right. They gagged the guy who was only getting oxygen from a mask. My dad flips and rips it off yelling at them and asking what the fuck they're doing. The guard sticks his M-16 in my dad's face, forces him back to his quarters, and doesn't let him out until the dude is patched up and waiting on the next plane from South America. In regards to Morowitz's dryiders, too small, too fat but the legs are right,

think upper right torso on five spindly legs, open top, much taller. Oh yeah, but after that, he started talking not of stuff. He had an Apple 2E he used for flight sims, and he started to keep. keeping track of information he gathered. Said he hasn't looked at it in years. I'm going to try and get it out and run in and see what I can find on it. Till then, not much else I know about what went on. He said he saw the striders a few times in the winter, but kind of hard to prove. Says he's forgotten a lot about those days. If I can find the computer, I can get more stories. Other than that, not much else. One time, they hit something with the Dakar, which is a big deal since there aren't

many penguins in the Antarctic. And when they got out, the researcher who told my dad to shut up forced him back into the car. Dad said it looked like one of those things from the Cloverfield movie, but, you know, all fucking crushed to bits. So spindly little legs and the like. Says he thinks it was buried under the surface level of snow, which is why they didn't see it. Agreed, it sounds stupid, but what? A fast-growing, possibly supernatural apex crypted with a white spindly body that only moves in low visibility? I'm only parodying what I heard. I would say it is maybe 20 to 30, feet tall, but I wasn't there. My dad's theory is that while taking bore ice samples, we found something, dug it up and one or more escaped, then they grew into wet rooms Antarctica,

and we shut down the continent because of it. Sonofantan claims that his dad had a wooden plaque from the station and says he will post a picture. Give me a few guys, I'm going to take a picture and censor the names of my plaque my dad got from being stationed at McMurdo. We'll have the whole X and the date thing in it to prove I ain't lying. And so then he posts pictures of the proof of his dad's, you know, being there. And then he said, as promised. And I guess I'll just read the Antarctic Treaty. You know, it's kind of interesting.

The governments of Argentina, Australia, Belgium, Chile, the French Republic, Japan, New Zealand, Norway, the Union of South Africa, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, the United Kingdom of Great Britain, and Northern Ireland, in the United States of America, recognizing that it is in the interest of all mankind that Antarctica shall continue forever to be used exclusively for peaceful purposes and shall not become the scene or object of international discord, acknowledging the substantial contributions to scientific knowledge resulting from international cooperation. In scientific investigation in Antarctica, convinced that the establishment of a firm foundation for the continuation and development

of such cooperation on the basis of freedom of scientific investigation in Antarctica as applied during the international geophysical year, accords with the interests of science and the progress of all mankind. Convinced also that a treaty ensuring the use of Antarctica for peaceful purposes only in the continuance of international harmony in Antarctica will further the purposes and principles embodied in the charter of the United Nations. And wow, that was, you know, a lot of big words, I guess, but, you know, pretty interesting. Found it and got it out. Can't find keyboard, though. And proof he was at McMurdo. And then he posts his plaques and the, you know, wood plaque he got and some badges, I guess. Super interesting stuff. And then he continues to post. I can't get it running tonight.

I'm honestly really tired. I've worked tomorrow morning. But my dad literally just woke up and I asked him, and he told me something he didn't already tell me. So people die in Antarctica. It happens. It's cold and accidents happen. Every time someone dies during the winter snowstorms, though, he had to wait for them to thaw and sew them back together. Similar wounds from the person who dipped in the summer,

except one man, another he didn't know, who's missing his lower half. This guy was carted in by similar guards, but not the same. His intestines had spilled out, and my dad had to sew on fake clothes, lower half and sealing up this guy's torso. They then dressed him in battle dress.

The official cause of death is hypothermia, but we both know that's bullshit. His lower abdomen from the end of his ribcage down had been ripped off violently. There's shit out there, Anon's. You better fucking believe it. So, I asked him a few more questions about injuries and he said a lot about lost limbs from frostbite.

A few cuts from here or there. Those two are the only two that stick out to him. There were a lot of lacerations on people who did stuff outside of the winter, and the only ones allowed out there were a certain group of Arctic warfare soldiers. And the researchers, he said talking about all of this had gotten his memory going. He said he grabbed one of the researchers' journals one time, and they had all kinds of diagrams of shit that didn't look like anything like any animal that was supposed to be out there. This is where he got his descriptions for the striders and the spiders. He cornered one of the researchers once and questioned her. so he got really stiff and refused to tell him anything,

and he later got a talking to from his CEO about how useless he was and shit, and how if there was any other incident they were sending him back to stateside. He ignored this, though, and when his CEO was away, looked through his files. This guy controlled the whole base at the time, found documents regarding certain operations during the winter months and that there were requisitions for ammo. He got caught, though, and this is what led him to being kicked back to states. He got court-martialed, but because he never signed an NDA,

and he never found anything bad, they docked his pay and sent him on his way. What's the source slash context behind it? I'm a total new one to this one. It's from Google Earth. Some dude that was there took the pics around the place he was, and I guess he was a scientist. Let me get him to look at it. He says he doesn't know.

It's on the opposite side of the continent from him, near some Australian and British stations, and the picture that they're talking about looks doctored, to say the least, but, you know, it was worth entertaining, I guess. Other people's stories. Once they told my dad, he was being shipped out, despite the fact that it was the day he was supposed to leave. He stopped carrying what people thought

and started gathering stories from everyone he could. Most of it was, I saw this or I saw that, but nothing he could really work with. Then came in Jones. Nine-Not, real name. Jones was one of the archaic warfare specialist, Green Beret. The guy was autistic, strong as fuck, and smart as hell.

only got through all the training because he could hide himself and while being regarded he could do a lot of other members of his team couldn't do but the one thing jones had that the others didn't was a conscience jones felt bad for what he did and my dad had a undergrad degree in psychology they had an agreement jones hurts himself to get sent to my dad my dad helps jones get stuff off his chest everyone is happy his buddies don't know he is going to shrink he gets to feel good and the CEO gets to have a functioning soldier. One time, Jones wakes my dad up, about three days before my dad is supposed to ship out.

It's two in the morning. Jones just came back from some mission, says he needs to talk to my dad. My dad tells him to fuck off, not this early, and Jones puts something on my dad's chest. It's the leg of one of those small things. My dad freaks out, and Jones puts a hand over his mouth and tells my dad a story.

This is where it all comes together. Anon's clench your ass, no bathroom breaks until the ride is stopped. Some of you may say this sounds like a story with supporting an information leading to a climax. Fuck you. Got to make it sound good for YouTube, eh? Jones proceeds to tell my father the most fucking incredible story I've ever heard. It confirms many theories on 4chan and IRL. And it proves American collusion with China's human trafficking,

and it confirms the reason for tunnel warfare training us Marines recently undertook. Y'all ready? Jones gets woken up at 5 in the morning the previous day by a squad leader. Let's call him Jack. Jack tells him to get his ass up. To clarify, these are S-F-O-D-A, with a total of 12 men in the squad, and that they're going somewhere. Jones expects an expedition with some researchers, but they don't go to the military Dakar, with a hole on the top for a gun turret. They have an M-134 minigun inside the truck because it's technically demilitarized, but not really, and load up their gear. They leave and make a B-line for the area everyone avoids. My dad figured this out when he's said the heading was southeast, and they get to his office building, and it looks sort of like

pick-related, according to father's recollection, and they drove up to it. They park out front, operator their way inside, and it's fucking carnage, thinking government lab in season two of Stranger Things is just fucking nuts. They clear a few rooms when one of their guys gets murked by one of these tiny fuckers. They lined it up and keep going. There are offices with names on them, some American, some Chinese, some Chilean. There are bodies everywhere. It's crazy, right? So two more guys get injured and they're moved outside of the truck. The rest of them moved downstairs to the tunnels. It's a secret lab and it is gigantic. They have a strider and a cage. It's that fucking big, or at least they used to. Many of the cages are broken open and there are

dead bodies everywhere. Jones doesn't say much about this stuff here other than there are tunnels with bullet trains in them with destinations like Hong Kong, New York, Melbourne, a city for every major country out there. They find a cage that has been ripped into two with two spiders in it. They are eating children. In Antarctica, their children shouldn't be fucking possible. Oh, wait, China. It's been known for a while that China plays a huge part in amount of human trafficking now. We know where the bodies go. They found a few scientists and moved them to a different base, exterminate most of the fuckers in there and move out. It took them almost 18 hours of pure fighting to clear that place out. So guys, I guess we know what's really going on. And I'm very,

very very grateful to get all this stuff out there honestly my dad would kill me if he knew i've shared but honestly i'm sick and fucking tired i remember a time where i didn't know right grasp with straws for an answer to questions i could barely understand here it is x here are your answers he says no it runs but i don't have a keyboard okay so what are the striders extraterrestrial interdimensional subterranean hyper evolved apex predator i will answer questions for a few minutes ask away while you can subterranean. They start off small, but grow really fucking fast. I'm assuming you're the same guy high on weed.

I haven't read M411, but I think I should, I feel like it should be entirely possible for the government to take what they found in Antarctica and bring it to America for study in less inclement weather. And guys watching, I'm sure you can, you know, see the text I'm reading on screen,

but a lot of this doesn't have the best grammar. So sorry that I'm fumbling over, but they have a lot of repeated things and not a lot of, you know, punctuation. I think they're frozen since the Ice Age, and were apex predators at the same time like dog intelligence? No, less superman natural, more crypted. Yeah, bullets work well against something that evolved long before humans.

Not much armor think like a bug. Hard outer shell, but easy to penetrate with a 556 FMJ. Not just there, and more than food, probably also experiments. Built by us, I think just to. standard office building, reinforced for the winters. Bring it the fuck on, brother. To defend our mother earth against any alien threats, the Navy sends their ships. The Air Force brings their jets, but nothing can withstand our fixed bayonets. And I don't know what that is, but I guess it's some sort of, you know, 4chan slang. Well, y'all, I'm fin to pass out. It's good

to know I made my mark on 4chan history. And with that, Sonofantan disappeared until, hello gentlemen, The thread was then moved as a massive amount of shills came out of nowhere, posting disinfo, take your meds, etc. As I said, this anon always delivers yesterday. I said 9 o'clock PM EST and on my clock it's 9 o'clock PMEST. I can't find the last threat I was. It was sometime around midnight last night that I joined it. Found the old thread.

I'm stupid. Ready to get up to date. So the hard drive died a while ago and my dad replaced it with a microSD. I had to lie to get him to open the case. so no paper with name, but compare the desk and it's the same. Apple 2S.I hard drives didn't last long enough to be able to get the information off them. They are a 30-year-old computer. Apparently, my dad replaced the hard drive with a scuzo to micro SD card, and the drive is long gone.

Convenient, yes. Disappointing? Also yes, but I'd rather come back to tell you than ghost and be regarded as a shill. It's entirely possible to be held on to. He holds on to everything, So I would have to go through boxes and boxes of old electronics to find the 40 megabyte hard drive that came with it. I'll go look and send a pick of what I would have to work with. It's possible, but I think it's just for research. Also on the LARPing thing. Yeah, I know I slipped up when I said NDA. It wasn't exactly that.

It was more technical, but long story short, they couldn't legally get rid of them without a fuss being raised. They definitely have. I know a lot of the Oklahoma story of something similar to what my dad saw in Antarctica. and small spider-like creatures are on all kinds of these stories. Like I said, he doesn't get rid of anything. This is a third of this stuff in that storage room, and we have twice as much as this in the garage.

And sorry, the picture is super small. That's just how this archive came. Gentlemen, I found two Apple hard drives from the 90s. Here they are, wanted to update before I got the upload off my phone. Photo of the backs off. Copyright 1988 on the chip for both of them. I'm going to take the one with the Apple sticker on it apart. and see if I can find why I broke.

If that screwdriver is the type with magnet tips, get it the fuck away from the drives. Why are you taking hard drives apart? Holy shit, what are you doing? Your concerns are warranted, but as I said before, this is a 30-year-old hard drive for an unsupported OS,

that I know almost for a fact is broken. I think your intelligent side is right for thinking that, but it ain't no hoax. I'm not promising shit. All I know is what I've been told. I dead archived his own stories and the stories of people he worked with while he was at MC Murdo.

They are supposedly on this hard drive. This hard drive has been broken for at least five years. I'm not sure what else I can say. You're right, but fuck it. I ain't doing much with this life anyways. You should ask G what to do. Good idea. A threat is made on G but is almost immediately removed by moderators.

Done. The wiring on both sides looks like it's probably the disc inside. Honestly, I'm not sure what to do. I ain't good with this kind of stuff. Most of the drives on this type died a long time ago, including this one. and I've shared all the stories I have. Any suggestions, my guys? Yeah, guys, I can't get info out of the drives without professional help.

I'll go to a data recovery guy and get it out for you. I'm in too deep for this now. Proof it's locked. I'll be back as soon as I can. I need to wait for a paycheck before I can recover it. And that's next Tuesday at the very least. Goodbye for now, Anon's. If you don't hear from me again, it is because I'm gone.

If there is one thing this Anon does, it's to liver. My cousin did something really horrible when he was young. I'm not going to go into the details, but he's been in present for 15 years, and in that time, he's met some very strange people. He's got his own little cabal of guys who stick together for safety. I'm not a particularly harsh person, but that's just how it is. I'm sure most of you know. Well, he and I keep in touch, and he's been telling me about this one guy, not too old,

but he's older, says he's in for 30 to life. He's an odd dude, but he has this habit of drawing weird shit everywhere. He says he's trying to escape, somehow. but his cellmate says he isn't carving into the walls or anything noticeable. This old guy used to be a building inspector in Chicago. Most of his stories involved finding dead bodies, stuffed away in Prohibition-era tunnels and shit like that. But the single story that my cousin wanted to relate to me was particularly strange.

It's the most lucid story has been able to get out from him by far. I get called in one day. Boss is talking about how the power company wants to set up some new lines in an old area of town. So we take the work truck down there, and it's this cluster rotting buildings on the edge of the city. There's a crew cleaning up in one of these shitty buildings, removing industrial debris, whitewashing graffiti, shit like that. They're working from the upper floors down,

and all the big garbage has been moved out already. They've even got a fucking bin for all the needles and shit they're finding. They have severed bins for the weird books and papers they're finding in everywhere. City just wants it hauled off to the dump. There's still a bunch of graffiti everywhere, and there are a bunch of weird neon spiral designs on the floor with some lines poking out of them. The fucking homeless, man.

Some of the guys with industrial spray cleaners can't get that shit off the floor. Get sent into these ground tunnels that were meant to relieve foot traffic on the streets back in the day. Companies think they can go around hiring digging teams by setting up cable and power lines

through these tunnels, so the city has us inspecting the place. I'm sure this would also cut down the labor it would take to repair damages, seems economical. Shit smells damper than a bitch and heat down here. Wearing a respirator in case of black mold. My job is to check for structural slash foundational damage, mold, the bad shit that can get people

hurt. Go through this archway in the lobby, and the stairs take me down this long, dark tunnel. It's not too long, though. You can see these stairs to the next building right there, and the crew set up industrial lights, so it isn't creepy or anything. Police have also swept this whole place top to bottom, so I'm almost certain we're not going to run into some meth addict defending his sacred hole. Almost certain. There's this archway that leads to adjacent to old apartment complex on the right side of the tunnel. Small staircase has a couple offset craters in it, which is weird but not bad enough to warrant serious foundational damage. They lead it up to another, longer tunnel, which is also lit up with

industrial lights. Checking around for cracks, signs of leaks. This place is surprisingly intact for such an old building. Notice a small door halfway peeking out on the left side of the tunnel, small staircase in front of it, so it's sort of a tight fit. Doors lock, so we just start riding up everything in the surrounding T-shaped tunnel. Guys are taking a while opening it. It's a really sturdy fucking door. They end up having to beat the door down, and even that doesn't work. Here they even broke a circular saw trying to cut through the lock.

They eventually break it down, and someone comes to get me from inspecting the lobby area to check the place out. Smells like hot sewage in there, man. It's dark, but the guys bring in another industrial light in, and it's a small room with a couple more doors immediately up opposite the entrance. door. The place is obviously a weird homeless encampment, but there's nobody in here. No needles or pipes or anything, surprisingly. There's some blankets where I suppose the person here was sleeping. There's also a wooden desk in front of a metal stool, and the things covered in books and newspapers

and pens and shit. Lots of cigarette butts in the big asps tray, and it's an old kerosing lantern. There's some boxes in the corner near the desk. One of the guys goes into it and finds a couple rat skeleton and a lot of cans. Most of the labels are too worn out to read, but there's one can of drummer Boyce Ardines and a couple cans that look like spam belongs in the trash. I open the door to the right and it's a functioning bathroom, or at least it probably was back in the day, complete with a sink and toilet, but this one clear area that I assume they used to bathe on with a grate on the ground for water disposal. There's some minor cracking on the floor indicating foundational damage from water, and I mark that down. There's an old tooth

brush and a bar of soap in the corner. I freak out because my foot knocks over an old bucket, but there's just an old rag inside. One guy in the living area says there's a newspaper about the Korean War. Nice find. He takes the newspapers because he's a nerd who likes saving that kind of stuff, move on to the next door, locked as well. They don't waste time with the saw and just start beating the thing and it breaks apart. This door wasn't metal like the last one, so it just falls apart. Now this room is cavernous. When the cloud of dust settles, the other guy brings in more flood lamps and it's this big sort of meeting room with a bunch of folding chairs and even a couple bunk beds in the corner. Immediately to the left, there's this big spiral graffiti thing in the center

of the wall and a podium offset from that facing all the folding chairs. I'm almost certain we've stumbled into some Satanist cult thing at this point. A few of the workers pull out some cross necklaces while they work, you know, just in case. She's on the beds look like they were used, but the layer of dust tells me it's been a while. More kerosing lanterns and we've find a closet in the back chalk full of fucking books, like old, old books, and most of them look half burnt. The boys get to clearing up the folding chairs and a couple guys, take apart the bed and remove that. I check around the big room for structural damage, but there's nothing. The place is really, really sturdy for an old building. Usually you see more cracks in the

floor than this, and it's fine because they're old buildings, but this place is immaculate with the exception of the dust and old shit. I don't want to start reading these books because my boss is going around the place. Talking about how long this shit is going to take to clear out, shit like that. I tell the boys to move the books into a separate bin for me to inspect later. There's a smaller book on the podium, which I start looking through. First few pages are completely worn through and illegible. The rest is in heavy, heavy cursive, but whoever was writing this was supposedly illiterate for a homeless weirdo, living in a basement with a bunch of dudes. Okay, so this is definitely a satanic cult or something like that. Flip through the pages and there's a bunch of pictures and

drawings and shit. One page is Dogeared and it's that fucking spiral design again. There's two numbered lines pointing to specific points on the spiral, but they aren't like the one, two, three. It starts from seven at the starting point and eight, pointing towards the center. There's a little caption just under the picture detailing it, but like I said, I can't read the handwriting. Public education, hard at work for you. I'm still a little weirded out, considering the fact that the first door had no ostendable lock on the outside, meaning it could only be locked from the inside. I'm assuming there's either another entrance somewhere or whoever was working here is still here. There's still two doors on the right side of the room across from the living area, and we haven't opened those yet, so I'm

assuming there may be an exit that way. First door is open and it's another closet. Now opening this door freaks me out because it's fucking full of those spiral designs with lines poking out from various parts of the spiral outward. These aren't spray painted or anything. Neither. They're fucking carved into the concrete. It looks like there has been shelves at here at one point because there's flat marks where there should have been in some holes where those nods had been to. Hold them in place. There's also an old leather jacket on the ground. I pick it up and check the pockets and there's nothing. Boss starts bitching at me about how I'm not an investigator, except I technically am, just not that kind of investigator. Begin doing my job around the areas we've cleared out.

and the workmen vacate once the place is cleared. They obviously don't want to spend more time in there than they're paid to. The place is giving me the creeps to, but here's where the first weird thing happens. I turn around to exit the closet, and the whole room is switched around. Like, I was on the right side of the room at first, and then I exited, the closet was on the left side. Given they just removed everything and it was dark, so maybe I was remembering things wrong. But I swear on my life, the room was flipped. Now, the big spiral was on the left wall, whereas it should have been on the left wall.

on the right. A couple boys come in and take away the podium. A small body of whiskey falls out and they look at each other like score. Don't know what happened with that bottle, but whatever, because I left immediately. Everything was normal, except not. Like it was all reversed. I exit through the door, they took forever opening, and now I'm on the right side of the tunnel instead of left. Just walk outside because I think I'm going crazy. Bosses out there, starts asking me what's up. I tell him and he says I'm just weirded out from being underground for several hours. He has me to take a break, and I sit down for a sandwich and a smoke. No, there was one part before he trailed off into incoherent mumbling.

It's actually freaky, and I'm going to talk to him again tomorrow. So I'll tell you what I hear back from the guy, because he says he'll ask the old man more. So I finished my break and I go back in. I come back to the door and it's still on the right, except this time it's a little further. And I can tell because when I enter, it's further from the desk than it had been before. Don't think about it because the other guys come in and say that they got to get the desk out there. I take some workmen to the back and try opening that other door we didn't open. It's locked again, but they rattle it around a little bit, and the wooden door just breaks.

Now, this is truly a big find. I can hear the noise of breaking door bouncing off of all the fucking walls, and I know it's a big, big room. Tell the boys who've got something, and they come in with the floodlamps. They light up the place, and it's this big storage area with double doors at the end. There's this massive fucking hole in the ground, and I can see water flowing from a small broken pipe into the hole. There's even damage into the ceiling. What the fuck? Start writing this up. My boss walks in and just sighs and puts his face into his hands.

He says he has to make a call and tells us to just start cleaning up the place while he heads to a phone booth. Clean up what? There's not shit in here except what I assume was explosion damage. Look into the hole. It's a good 10 meters down and a big circle with chunks taken out in all directions. It looks like there's an adjacent tunnel connected to it, but it's made with brick and not concrete. The hole continues down. I hawk a luggy into it and don't even hear drop. Then again, there was the sound of constantly flowing water, so I couldn't really tell. The water is flowing into the hole, but I can't hear it splash anywhere. One of the boys shines a flood lamp, and it definitely looks like there's a bottom.

I can't tell you how far down this thing went, but I'm assuming the water was going somewhere for it not to have flooded the place by this point. I can see faintly another pipe gushing water out the sides of the whole way at the bottom. He just starts mumbling like an R word here, so I don't know. My cousin says the rest of them are interested in the story, so they're going to try to get him to tell more of it. I don't know if they'll get it out of him, though. What, with him being busy drawing shit on the walls and talking to himself and all that,

really gives me confidence in our prison system. Oh, and the double doors at the end of the storage room. They were fucking chained shut, like tightly chained shut with some pretty heavy chains, multiple times all around the mechanism to open the thing. There was even a sign on it that said, do not open. Took the guys two whole hours to cut through the chains, but you can't guess what they found in there. A big, concrete wall.

with another weird spiral thing carved into the wall. That's all they got out of him. Update. All right, boys, I'm back with some more information. On a side note, my cousin is being considered by the parole board. Yay, everybody get happy for my cousin, yay. Maybe he'll make something out of himself. All right, so all of this information comes through the old man's cellmate.

Surprisingly, he was a doctor, and he has his own little prognosis about the old man's condition. He doesn't think he's schizophrenic or anything. He actually thinks the man's been through some serious traumatic experience that caused him to get this, way. Now, this sort of matches up with what he's in for, but it doesn't sound like he's connected to the whole spiral thing. He was actually convicted for killing his wife, who he says he was married to for eight years. He denies ever doing it, and he probably denied it to the court despite a bunch of evidence, so they just threw his ass away. Anyway, the doctor-presidenter says that the old man kept telling him that he walked into his house and he found his handgun on the

counter. When he went to go put it back in the lockbox, he found his wife shot to death in their bedroom. Now you can buy that, but given his mental state, I'm not sure what is and isn't a like. Besides, everybody says they're innocent. But the story gets weirder from there and way more far-fetched. He keeps pointing the blame to these men in black or some shady groups or something. This actually does tie back into the story about the spiral things, and despite how bullshit it sounds, it does sort of make sense. After we found this big-ass hole in the storage room with the double doors, the place was taped off. All repair work was quickly cut off on the same day. After I turned in my report, my boss tells me that the city was beginning to figure out what to do with the place.

Anybody who expect for this to result in just one big demolition project. I went back to the place in my free time and the weekend after, and the place was fenced off with warnings about how the building was unstable. This is where I met Saul, who was a security guy at the place. Saul was a little bit dumb. The kind of guy that just does his job, goes to the bar at exactly seven, drinks exactly three beers, exclusively talks about football and goes to bed at exactly 10, the kind of guy who listens to anybody who reports themselves as an authority figure for good boy points.

I strike up a conversation with the guy, and he now thinks I'm some serious inspector, which is partially true. I show my pass from the other day, and he says that he was sure that inspections were done for the day. He says some white-collar guys were standing around it with a permit from the city to check the place out when he got there at 6. He specifically mentioned that he thought they were cops or something.

considering they were packing heat. They entered and told him not to go in with them and to watch the gate. He says that they actually just left, and it was like five in the afternoon by now. No, apparently he only ever draws shit on the walls of his cell, and the prisoners had him thrown in the hole for it a bunch, so he always wipes it off at the end of the day. Doctor even knows he'll be sitting there with a cup of water or a tiny rock or something, drawing shit out on the wall.

Anyway, this is all shit he's told the doc to shut him up out of the drawings, which I'm getting a little bit more insight into now. Still, I think the guy's fucking nuts and that he killed his wife and he's trying to get himself into a cushy mental ward. So he lets me in the place and everything the crew was working with was still there. I start flipping through some of the books and it's all really weird shit. A lot of these books involved complicated calculus and physics. Most of the newer books had tags from the University of Chicago

and one book on theoretical physics, which was heavily noted in and dog-eared everywhere. I decided I wanted to keep these. To make it believable to Saul, I told him I was supposed to get the whole bookbox out of there in my truck. I decided to leave that for later, and I told him to accompany me to the back area where the hole is. He starts whining about how he should really be looking after the gate, that this isn't his job and goes on. So I go back to the tunnel where the door is, and it's on the left again. Apparently, they've moved out everything they could, except the big desk, which doesn't look like it could fit through the door. I've already put in the request with my cousin.

I should be able to get a rough drawing of it. If the guards will let him draw something or if I can get my cousin to somehow trace it out, but they don't let the prisoners fuck with pens or pencils for obvious reasons. Still in the meeting room, I think I can arrange something with the guards, and they'll let him. So we're working on that. I won't be seeing him again for a while, though, so I may have to make a follow-up thread for this. And sorry for those random interjections on this. He's just replying to questions and the questions aren't in the archive, so I'm sorry about that.

Anyways, onto his story. I use my flashlight and the bed rags are gone. The chairs are gone. The toothbrush and bucket are gone. Even the fucking doors are gone. All of them have been taken off the hinges and the ones that broke apart are obviously gone. I check for the burned books from the back closet and those are gone too. The podium's gone, even the dust is gone.

And there's white marks everywhere and the place smelled like bleach. There's some new shit though that I wasn't expecting. Like industrial lights everywhere. The spiral shit caved into the walls and painted everywhere are still there, but I can still see scratch marks like someone was for. fucking with them. And there's number cards everywhere like it was a police investigation. Starting to think they found a body in here that I didn't. What's weird is that there's these buckets of plaster neatly organized in the corner, like they're coming back to fix the place

or something. Weird for a police investigation, right? In that closet that had all these spirals in it looks like they used a bomb to break it up. Chunks of cement are taken out of it, and it's all in a pile next to the door along with some bags of cement, some pickaxes, and other construction and shit. I finally find a switch on for one of the wires and I hit it. It takes a second for the room to light up and I hear Saul ask if I hit the lights. Pop out for a second to talk with him. Assure the guy, everything is fine. So I head back in and check the door in the tunnel. Yeah, exactly where I left it. I start walking in and I stop for a second because I thought I remembered there being stairs in front of it. Just blow it off. But in hindsight, there were definitely stairs there and that still freaks

me out. Fall down and hit my head on the desk. Okay, now the stairs are inside. the room, what the fuck? The doctor says he goes over this one specific part of the story over and over again and gets real nervous when he talks about it. He says he might have actually gotten brain damage from this. But I think this is just shit talk. Saul comes in and asks if I'm okay, and I thank him for insisting that I wear a helmet. He comes with me this time and he starts asking me what the city is doing in here. Start bullshitting about repairs and the power company and other shit like that. Saul says he hears something in the back and they head into the old storage room. Now, Saul just starts splurging out a bit,

looking into the hole and being like, what the fuck happened here? He's like, oh, that's where the water sound was coming from. I keep to myself that this guy's sort of a moron, but like a likable moron. I'm sorry, I'm going to be gone for a second here. I've got a call about my cousin from a family member, something just happened.

I'll update you boys soon, just down the thread. Okay, just got off the phone with my aunt. I'm going to be an F word and post a effing thread theme because I'm kind of drunk and I need this to write. Hope you guys will share in the experience with me. And then he links to Silent Hill 2 Forest on YouTube and then goes on to say, okay, no, my cousin was not killed by the weirdo. Yet, my aunt called me because I'm the only family member who gives

a shit about him enough to keep up with him. So apparently, the old man hurts some people. My cousin keeps telling me that he and the doctor think the guy's actually getting better, speaking more fluidly and actually looking at them in the eyes when he talks. He's been taken away, though, and God only knows when we're going to see his ass again. Cousin says they put him in the hole for fighting because this gang of Mexicans were effing with them. Now, usually all the groups try to keep peace with one another in this prison, but there's this new group of kids who aren't living up to that. God only knows how long they're going to last, because my cousin says they've been talking with this black gang in there, and they're all thinking they're just going to curb-stomp these morons and

put them in their place. Anyway, they were fucking with the old dude when he was rocking back and forth at his lunch table, and the old dude grabbed this kid by the neck and carved something right into his face with a fork. Cousin says he did it. it really fucking quick too. From what my aunt was saying, like unnaturally quick, especially for a guy his age, I can imagine. When the other Mexican kids tried to pull him off, he knocked them off so hard that he put the two of them in the medical bay. Then my cousin and the doctor tried to calm him down, and he elbowed him in the gut so hard he broke rib. The doctor got him to calm down, and he just started sobbing and shatling really loud and fast, apologizing and stuff. Noted, thank you for input.

Okay, I'm going to keep going with the story. I don't care how bullshit you think it is. but I'm finishing what I started. Buy it. Stick around for the entertainment value. Or fuck off, I don't care. If I'm making conjecture, I'll let you know. But right now, I'm just going off of my notes about the guy. If people here care, though,

maybe I'll ask to look through the public files about this, maybe, but right now, just accept that all of this is word of mouth. So, the guy says he's in the big room of Saul, gaving at the hole. No pun intended. He shines his flashlight down there and nothing's changed. Little pipe bleeding water out of this thing, and a big pipe down there gushing, water. And there's the brick tunnel just under the floor they're standing on. That's when he notices

that there's a new folding table and a few chairs on the side of the room now. It looks like the guys who were here were doing some kind of paperwork on the hole right here. Desk has a typewriter, a lamp connected to the power cord, and a bunch of untouched paper. There's also some other equipment. A lot of shit he didn't know what to make of. Next to the hole, there's this big pile of rope and metal bars, and they figure out that it's a ladder that's already stuck on some nodes that are bolted into the floor. What really freaked him out was the door, though. This is where the old man gets frantic and starts raving about men in black, says they know something about this, probably as much as the people who were fucking with it in the first place. Now we left this fucking door wide open.

I noticed there's a lot of construction equipment next to the door. They've broken into the ground and are using these new holes to pop up with these big steel support beams that are holding the door shut. They're definitely new because the cardboard for them is sitting right there by the door. Those beams are bolted at the door, and there's more. Door's got three new sets of shiny chains, even thicker than the last ones, and they're more organized this time. There's these holding circles drilled into the walls around the door supporting the chains, and there's three massive padlocks holding them tight, top down in a straight line. Saul's already at the thing fucking with the bottom padlock.

I really don't want to go near that thing because this seems like a really bad sign, but Saul's over there mumbling some shit. When I ask him what's up, he says that he's reading. them. Breeding padlocks? Wait, like, where they were made? He tells me that they've got Latin on them. Goes on to explain that he's from a Catholic school and they'd been teaching him Latin since he was a kid. Sorry, this took a while, but please bear with me here because I did some digging. Cousin's not the most intelligent guy out there. Of course, and all he could give me about this part was he says some shit like communion bow come elect us, I, you rum, like the fucking weirdo.

I actually sat there asking about this, and that's the closest we got to what he actually told him that it said. Dude swears by it. Old dude says that Saul could read. Now I'm going to be the Mary Sue here and say they got rid of the Chinese course of my high school during freshman year, and I actually took Latin for three years instead. On the whim of my parents, because they were all like, it's part of a classical education. The Monty Python guys knew Latin. Given, it's been years and I hardly remember shit, but I know that he definitely meant

communicate or something, come elect us, something rum. I definitely just found it in a Google search, and it's the tail end of a Psalm in the Bible. So yeah, I'm sitting here laughing now because, according to what I'm looking at, the fucking Vatican are in Chicago now. This fucking R-word story has me jittery and I want to know more. And I debated putting this here because it sounds like horseshit. Like, yeah, of course, it's the effing Bible. Here's the bit I think he's talking about, though. Psalm chapter 140, verse 4.

Non-declines, Cormium in Verba, malted aid, excuse he, I don't speak Latin, so please give me a break in the comments. In pectalis, come hominobus, operandibus, inquietentem, et non-communicabo, come electus, cairium. And I know that was horrific. But let's get into the English. The English says, do not turn aside my heart to words of malice to making excuses for sin, with men who work in Qity, and I will not communicate, even with the best of them. Here's where I got the hunch from when I searched to communicate come Electus Aoram,

but I corrected that last part to Aeroom. I came across this near the top of the search, literally the end of his usefulness, from what I hear. Of course, he didn't have the benefit of Google in the late 80s or whenever they were using, typewriters, so he goes on. Saul looks at me and says that the last part, Communicabo, come Electis Orium, I see the words that looks like malignant, and he's getting worried. Now he wants to go directly to the fucking exit, and I don't want to go to the exit. Not because he's creeped out, but because he's supposed to be watching the gate.

Like I said, total moron. I'm about to go, and I notice a camera sitting on the folding desk. I decide to go ahead and snag the film while Saul stands around looking at the hole. I open it, and he asked me what I'm doing, when the thing makes a loud click. Masterfully bullshit, something to him, and he buys it. We go ahead and leave. I'm walking out when he remembers that the last. lights are on, decide to help him out with the flashlight while he hits the lights. He hits them,

and we leave. That stupid door with the stairs still has the stairs inside the room like we left them. He helps me load the books in the truck and I ask him when those guys are coming back. He looks to me weird and says that he thought I knew. Tell him, I'll just ask them tonight and drive off. Tip him a 20, and he smiles real big and thanks me. On my way back, I stop at a film place and pay to get the photos developed. Drive home. I parked my truck in the driveway and my wife comes out to greet me, ask me what's up with the books. Explain all the weird shit at work and she takes an interest too. Starts helping me move the books into my office.

She's sort of complaining about how I should really be focusing on work or how I can get in trouble, wife's shit. Just tell her that this is part of the job and we have dinner. She's watching the news and I decided to go through the books. There's a lot of books on theoretical physics here and almost all of them are from libraries or the university. The oldest one is this book with some burn damage that covers chemistry and transmutation. In really Wern type, it says Young Men's Association, Chicago Library.

The doctor says the old dudes sure this book was from 1867. Now, I'm sure most of you are aware, but if you aren't aware, Chicago had this massive fire that basically decimated the entire city in 1870. This is a really rare find. When I tell my wife, she gets all giddy and says we should try to find a collector to sell to. I'm thinking the only place that would want this is a museum. But when she leaves, I start flipping through it. I check out the table.

contents, and there's parts on this thing called Avocados Constant, Periodic Law, Science Mumbo Jumbo. I think he meant Avogadro. I keep this book in my safe. Go through the others, and they're mostly from the 1950s or the 1930s, and I went to bed. Sunday goes by pretty smoothly, grill some burgers in the back with the neighbors. On Monday, I get a call for my boss at 6, and he's nervous. He says there's some guys in suits here, and they say they're with the FBI. Now, I'm not immediately freaked out because I haven't done anything wrong.

He starts saying real quietly that they're acting kind of weird, interviewing all the inspectors one by one, and they commandeered his office to do it in privacy. I figure that this has to be about that big hole, and he tells me that I should come by and just be cooperative. There's some conversation off the phone happening, and he says he's putting me on with one of the officers. This guy with a pleasant voice comes on the phone. He tells me real normally that they just need to get some information about the place from what we saw when we were working on the place. Tell them I'll be there soon, and that's when I go to my office and get that weird notebook with the cursive in it from earlier. I just decided to leave it at home, and if it really is something important, then I'll just hand it over if they ask for it. Get ready, head to work.

When I show up, my boss meets me outside and is acting real paranoid. He's under the impression that they're looking for Russian spies. He obviously doesn't want to be the guy who employed a Russian spy, so he's just telling everyone to be super honest. I walk in and everybody's doing paperwork at their desk like normal. There's a line by the boss's office in this tall guy in a black suit ushering me to the line. Another shorter guy is writing down shit on a clipboard, getting names and addresses and phone numbers. He's asking other shit too, like date of birth, religious affiliation, relationship status, weird shit. He probably doesn't need to know.

I overheard him ask one guy his religious affiliation. And when he said, atheist, he starts referencing these little handbook and asking different questions. Like, have you noticed a number of stray animals around your home? and has your wife been lethargic recently? He even asked the guy if he's broken any dishware in the last week and if he's hadn't any random nosebleeds and this is when he starts asking what the fuck? The tall spook assures me that it is all entirely necessary

and that if he's uncomfortable answering that he can do it in the office when it's his turn. They ask me the basic questions and I give them basic answers and they pass over me to sort of tune out for a moment while I sit on one of the couches by the door. Started Dova's off, actually fall asleep. Wake up to Bert and Ernie standing over me.

They start grilling me about if I've ever been feeling lethargic, if my wife has been feeling lethargic, etc. Bert is writing down like a machine while Ernie asked the questions. They seem satisfied when I tell them, I'm just tired. And they remind me to answer all the questions truthfully in the office. My name gets called, and one of the co-workers comes out of the office. He looks fucking pissed and just goes to his desk. And that's how it ends, sadly.

I'm really sorry about that, guys. I couldn't find the part two, but I thought the first part was really interesting. I really hope you guys found it interesting as well. I'm sorry about that, you know, abrupt ending, but to be honest, that's a lot of these four-chance stories because a lot of these guys just log off and then never come back online. I'm really sorry about that. Hopefully, enjoyed it.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed it. I thought it was interesting, weird, especially with like, you know, the guy who, you know, he was in jail for healing his wife, but then he's telling this crazy weird story. I don't know. It's just a very, very interesting story, and I'm sorry there wasn't more to it. But I really like the Antarctic story. I really like this one. Whether or not they're true, please comment down below if you believe them or if you don't believe them. If you'd like to see more fortune stories in the future, I read every single comment. You guys are the best.

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