Snook - Unnerving 4Chan Threads

Episode Date: November 26, 2025

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Comment down below if you'd like to see me continue this series. And without further ado, let's get into some unnerving 4chan threads. Farm A-Non posted July 16, 2015. I've lived in the northwestern part of Oklahoma my entire life. There isn't much of a Native American influence around here anymore, but you'd be surprised how a 15-minute walk in the countryside will gift you with ancient. arrowheads and other small reminders of the Native Americans that lived here. I grew up on a farm with two parents and one brother, quiet existence. Roughly 200 acres, while my grandfather, farther

west, owns about 800 acres. Spend my time going to school, playing some organized sports, and mainly working my tail off on the farm. We lived about 30 miles away from the closest actual town. But there was a small community of Native Americans that made up a very small town, not far from us. We didn't travel there often, except to eat at a small cafe that had some of the best food ever ate. Everyone there was nice and genial, though. I had one friend from the town called Mark, weird name for a Native American, but his last name is strongly Native American. Growing up, I experienced only a handful of odd situations, that my father was quick to gloss over and pretend was just run to the mill in order to prevent us from freaking out. It wasn't until I was 17

that I started to figure out that seemingly usual things were actually strange. We trapped a lot. Bobcats, skunks, raccoon, anything that I'd walk into our traps. We'd shoot and sell to either Native Americans or in the bigger town. It wasn't good money, about $20 for a bobcat, and only about $8 for a raccoon, but it helped out here and there. Well, one day, I'd gone out to check the traps on my own. We had about 15 traps.

all of them being box traps. If you aren't familiar with them, imagine a rectangular cage with a pressure pad in the middle. One end has an open gate. At the back of the cage, bait is hung to attract animals. When the animal would investigate the bait, they'd trigger the door shut.

The cages were typically made of metal and were somewhat durable. After checking a few of the traps, finding some of the bait gone, yet none of the traps were triggered. This is more common than you'd think. think. Sometimes the animal step over it, or sometimes the gate isn't set upright. I thought nothing of it and continued it on. It wasn't until I had arrived at the last line of traps that I realized

something was up. It took me a while to find a particular box trap. It wasn't where I'd been left at. And there was obvious signs around it that there was a fuss. Now the traps weigh a good 30 pounds, I'd estimate. Big enough that your normal animal isn't going to move it far. After following the obvious signs that something had been there, I glanced down in a dried-up creek bed that nearby. Sure enough, the trap laid on the bank of the creek bed. I noticed several things as I examined the scene, though. The bait was gone, and the sliding gate was missing. The biggest thing I noticed, however, was that the cage was bent to the point that the small bars were ripped,

leaving about 10-inch hole in the cage. Normally, in dried-up creek beds, a deer trail will be a deer trail will be bent to the point that the small bars. be up on the side of a bank. I say a deer trail, but just about all types of animals use these small walk paths to leave of, enter the creek bed without climbing up the side of the banks. It's unusual for an animal to not use these walk paths in a normal situation. Up on the other side of the bank, however, was the evidence of something clambering up the bank onto flatland, fallen dirt, marks on the ground, and a couple of disturbed plants that have been stepped on. I regret not taking a closer look at the marks.

I had been too worked up over the damaging of a fairly expensive trap. After bringing the trap back and repairing it ourselves, with only the barest of moments to reflect on how odd of a situation it was, everything was back to normal for a while. Growing up, I had also heard passing stories in the old cafe or just anywhere about old Native American animals. The most often I heard story for me was of a creature, three heads taller than any man, who lived in the trees, had spindly appendages, and cursed those that

hurt the land. Of course, my mother would also add in that they punished children who disobeyed parents, or who stayed up late at night goofing around. As a child, these stories delighted me, as I loved scary things. Looking back, I wished I had asked more about that one particular story. I never caught the name of it, and I may have a a couple details of it wrong, but it for sure lived in the trees and cursed those who hurt the land. The creepiest experience I had was when I was 21. My father had passed two years prior, and my mom had decided to move to OKC. With my schooling done and my grandparents still nearby, I decided to take care of my father's land instead of pawned it off on my grandfather. Now, working a farm by yourself

is hard enough, not to mention I was 21, and I was helping my grandfather with his large plot of land as well. Days were long, and there wasn't much to do where I was besides watch TV and drink. I wasn't partial to the bottle at the time, so most of my time was spent watching TV, specifically sci-fi channel and the like. I also started to read a lot more. In addition to the money, my mom and grandparents gave me, I also worked a weekend job at a gas station somewhat in the middle of nowhere. Decent pay for easy work and it helped me take care of small things. Well, after a particularly hard week, in which three cows had contracted pink eye and with the threat of infecting the rest of the small herd I had on the land, I was exhausted and had spent a considerable amount

of money on medicine. Luckily, my grandfather helped pay for some. I was relaxing on the front porch, waiting for the last bits of light to finally edge down from the sky. It wasn't long, though, before the evening suddenly turned bad. I've heard noises a lot growing up, and in the country you're taught to listen to them to figure out what kind of animal it is, if they are in pain or communicating with one another or even taunting something. This particular night had brought an almost dead silent night, the only noise being from a handful of chickens that were betting for the night in our coop.

and the low din of my TV which remained on. The sound that came next was something I had never heard before my life. It was like a whooping sound, almost like apes, I guess. Except it wasn't as deep. I swear, it sounded as if a person was making the noise. Initially, I was confused, wondering who was out of my land making these noises. As the sound continued, though, I realized whatever was making this noise had to be within the tree line that was visible from my house.

The way my house in the area around my house is set up is that there is a clearing, with woods making a semicircle around the back, and ending partially at the front, which is where the shed, coop, and dirt path to the pavement road is. The tree line is roughly 70 yards from house to the first tree. Whatever was making the noise was a little bit into the woods. but close enough that its voice carried like thunder across the clearing. Normally, the immediate reaction was to grab a gun, but I didn't feel threatened. It didn't sound angry or even in pain.

It was just a constant whooping sound. After about a full minute and a half of the sound, it quit, only to start up with a completely different sound. Close your mouth and make the mm sound in your throat. That's what the sound came off as. I'd build it up to a peak, and then a small bark would be emitted, almost like someone shouting, bah. It sounded forceful, almost like it was growling and working itself up. Goose bumps scattered my skin, and my hair stood up on end.

I felt sick as I listened. Intrigue swiftly turned into fear as I listened to the strange sound, driving me somewhat paranoid. It wasn't long until every chicken at the coop was back, fully awake, making soft clucks to warn the other chickens. They were on full alert, watching in the general same direction the sounds have been from. I grabbed my father's old rifle and sat back out on the porch. I didn't have much light, but my house had several external lights that gave me a decent view of about halfway to the tree line. I was scared out of my life. I've had heifers rush for me because I had a hold on their newborn calf.

I've been lost in the middle of the woods and pitch darkness, and I've even had elk in Colorado stare me down. All those were a different kind of fear, though. Those were reasonable. I knew what the danger was, saw it, and escaped it. This was unknown. I was confused, scared, and panicked. It was around this time that I realized

whatever had been making the noise had to be something around the same size of a cow. The way its voice carried, and the way it pronounced the ba made it seem large, with a heavy body. Luckily, after a million panicked thoughts had raced through my head in the span of two minutes, the sound once more died out.

I never heard anything moving the tree line. The noise never moved either. It was as if the creature had spent three minutes of its life standing absolutely still and making noises. It took another 10 minutes for me to feel somewhat secure again to enter the house. That night, I locked both of my doors and covered the windows. With the external lights off, I went to bed. Looking back, I regretted shutting those lights off.

It wasn't long into the nights before I was awoken. If you've ever had a pebble strike your window, that's the sound that awoke me. It sounded as if it was coming from the window in the front room. It wasn't rough or forceful, just a small, light, striking noise once every few seconds. If I hadn't already been on edge, I would have ignored it and gone back to sleep. With the prior events, however, it didn't take long for me to picture and imagine what the noise could be. It switched windows, however. The sound never came from more than one window at a time.

Thankfully, the noise never came to the two windows that were in my room. The entire event lasted roughly an hour. It took a long time before I allowed myself to sleep after that. The next morning, I was met with a rather shocking scene. My front door was slightly creaked up. However, the screen door was still shut. Both doors were unlocked, though. I was sure that I had locked both when I went to bed.

trying my best to ignore it, desperately riding it off as I was just being forgetful, as there was nothing misplaced in my house, I went on with my day. That night still haunts me to this day, and I've dreamed about the noise I've heard a few times. I never got the courage to tell anyone else about it. Presently, however, after recounting that night, I want to burst over to the small Native American community and ask them more about all of this. There was one more event, however. It happened just last year.

Now I'm 25 years old. I'd got the farm under control of it more. Taking a loan, begging my grandfather, and talking the man down on the price, I managed to buy some more land that was next to mine. The farm was now about 500 acres, and I quickly set upon getting the new land into shape. One of my grandfather's Native American friends sent two of his grandchildren to come help me out. In return, I gave them fresh eggs, quite a bit of deer jerky, and I even parted with a hen that I figured it was near the end of the road when it came to producing good eggs. I know. White man cheated the Native Americans.

While they were helping me build a fence, take down an old fence, clear paths, they joked around quite a bit. That night, though, we returned back to the house as I offered to cook them both dinner. I wasn't a maestro of cooking. Living alone on a farm doesn't lend to that particular skill set, but it was a meal none of the other. the less. Once inside my house, though, it's like the two of them flipped a switch. Gone were the joking and playful guys from early. Instead, they were extremely somber and rather quiet. At the time, I figured this was a type of respect or something along those lines. During dinner, they hardly ate, insisting they were full from a large lunch and instead would rather hurry home. They said they'd be

back the following day to finish up working, though. noting the weird behavior, I cleaned up and browsed the internet for a while before going to bed. The next day came around and the pair never showed up. I called my grandfather about it and he told me he'd get in touch with his friend. That day, I finished the workup on my own, finishing around 4 p.m. Giving myself a treat. I headed back home and decided to give myself the day off. Not much later, a number I didn't know called.

It turned out to be my grandpa's friend who appalled. for his grandchildren's behavior. I told him it was all right and that I'd finish the work easy. After a bit of small talk, he told me that he'd be by tomorrow to return the payment I had given his grandchildren, despite my protest. The next day rolled around and the friend of my grandfather came around. His name was Donnie Blackbird. At the time, I almost laughed as it sounded almost comical. The man the name belonged to, though, was far from humor. Unlike his grandchildren, the man was not into playfulness. He arrived in a old beat-up Chevy

that his massive frame barely fit into. The man was the picture of sternness. He shook my hand with his massive bare paws and unloaded the hen from its carrying cage and handed me back all of the untouched vittles I had given them. I asked him inside because I'd like to talk to him for a bit, and it seemed rude for him to drive all this way out here to me without offering him a drink.

He accepted the offer and, and we made our way to my house. I didn't notice at the time, but the old man paused at these steps to my house. It was a small pause, and I remember him looking around the house a lot, but it didn't last long enough at the time to garner my attention. We entered the house, and I made us both a cup of coffee, even though it was nearly noon by now. The entire time we talked, he seemed to glance around the house,

not focusing on the conversation, preferring one-word answers and nods or shakes of his head. It wasn't long before he decided it was time for him to leave. After he left, I went back inside to clean our cups of coffee. I noticed he hadn't even taken a single sip from the cup I poured him. Thinking nothing of it, I poured them out and began to get ready to run through my daily chores. I noticed something, though. The hen that had been returned was being ostracized by the other chickens.

Normally, when a new hen is around, the rooster tries to bully it into a submissive-like state. or just checks it out. However, no chicken would even so much as step within a foot of the hen. Looking back, this could be simply because it wasn't truly a new hen. And the chickens knew that somehow, I guess. Things have been getting worse as of recently, though. What started as I assume disconnected events spread over years is now turning somewhat worrying. I'm almost 27 years old now.

and I'm afraid to leave my house at night now. Three days ago, I had two hens die. Just drop dead. No signs, nothing to lend to them, maybe of being sick. Nothing. But that's not the only thing. I'm going to sound like I'm blowing it out my ass, and I'm trying for some kind of spooky finale.

But even while I typed up this story, I heard the small striking sound from the front living room window. It only lasted half a minute, though. This is the second night in a row I've heard it now. Not to mention, there was an episode roughly two weeks ago that was the tapping that lasted an hour. The recent events are actually what prompted to browse X tonight. I normally only skimmed this board in the past, but after seeing this thread, it seemed like some kind of sign to actually share my story.

I have my rifle next to my bed right now, but nearly all the lights are off. minus my laptop and one external light that is outside my window. Thinking all this over and picturing it was one big story I've never truly sat down and reflected all at once before. I'm starting to notice things I didn't notice before, even currently. I'm sitting here panicking and working myself up. If you guys have anything to add, please do. I'd like to at least gleam some feedback.

Maybe I miss something or something could be explained. If you have any questions, I'll try to answer them the best I can. And then some people ask some questions. Someone asked a question about I regretted it shutting those lights off. And then someone asks, I don't understand how anyone who has just been through a very scary experience can go into a household all alone, turn off the lights, and just go to bed. Someone else asked a question saying,

the next morning I was met with a rather shocking scene. That is very scary. Don't know how you were able to sleep the next year or there all alone. I hope you had large, loyal guard dogs with you. And then the final question. The farm was now about 500 acres. Jelly of all the land you own. And then the O.P. starts replying to some of the comments.

He replies to the comments saying, I don't understand how anyone who has just been through a very scary experience can go into a house all alone. turn off the lights and just go to bed. And then the O here replies to this question saying, Honestly, it was easier than you'd think. I rationalized a lot of it away and tried to pretend I was just inexperienced

and it was normal, an animal or even a guy. Plus, with the pay I earned at the time, I couldn't afford to leave the lights on. That, and I was attempting to avoid breathing life into my paranoia. Returning to normal helps me calm down. And then he replies to the question that was, that is very scary. Don't know how you're able to sleep the next year all alone.

I hope he had large loyal guard dogs with you. And then the OPE replied to this saying, I don't like dogs much. I've never thought about it, but I've never done it. Had a dog when I was about eight until I was 10. I'm not big into pets. And then he answers the final question of jelly of all the land you own. And then he says, don't be.

I'm in a bit of debt right now. And I regret ever deciding to stay here. And then someone else asks the question, asking, I thought you would have an ending, sharing with the Native American saw and or felt in your house, but that is okay. I still got goosebumps reading your last post. You are pretty brave to read X stories when all alone in a spooky house at night. Obviously, there is some presence in the house, more so than outside since the natives were fine outside but nervous inside. Perhaps have a priest come out and bless your land and your house.

You can also buy a jar and go to your local Catholic church and fill it with holy water. Then you can spray some holy water around your house and areas of your yard that disturb you while saying a prayer. Preferably to Archangel Michael. Thanks for sharing. Very interesting. Good luck. And then the O.P replies to this comment saying, After telling this story, I'm positive I'm going to call Donnie tomorrow and talk to him about all of this.

I regret not being forward with him at the time. Or having the thought to connect all of this. this stuff. And then someone else says, you're pretty brave to read X stories when all alone in a spooky house a night. I'd go with stupid, but thank you. Perhaps have a priest come out and bless your land in your house. You can also buy a jar and go to your local Catholic church and fill with holy water. Then you can spray some holy water around your house and areas of yard that disturb you while saying a prayer, preferably to Archangel Michael. And then he replies to that comment saying, I've never been a religious man. And neither were my parents. And neither were my parents.

I've never even seen a Catholic church in this part of Oklahoma. They are mainly Methodist and Baptist churches. And then some commenter comments on his comment when he said, I'm in a bit of debt right now. And then the commenter says, sorry, that sucks. And then a commenter replies to the comment of him saying, I regret ever deciding to stay here. And then some commenter says,

To own your own land is awesome. But I can understand being young and living way out in the boonies can be a drag. And then a commenter replies to his comments saying, I don't like dogs much. And then someone says, a guy who does not like dogs. Sad, but to each his own. And then the anon or farmer anon replies to some of these comments saying, I've been told it's somewhat normal for farmers to be in some debt. I'm somewhat confident I can climb out, though.

Thanks for your condolences, though. And then he replies to the comment of the comment, To own your own land is awesome, but I can understand being young and living way out in the boonies, can be a drag. And the OPE here replies to the saying, I see where you're coming from. I say I regret it, but I don't think I choose any other life. It just gets pretty stressful sometimes. And then he replies to the dog comments saying,

I've never seen much use in companionship from animals. I don't know. I guess I must be a basic guy. It does get lonely out here sometimes. But I invite some family and friends out here every so often to eat and hike around a little. All right, I'm about to post the results of talking to Donnie. If you guys are ready for it all. and then the OP posts a big comment or an update on talking to Donnie.

Let's get into it. After getting next to no sleep last night, I got dressed up fairly early. About 6 a.m. I did my daily chores, but I was flying on autopilot. My mind was on what I was going to say to Donnie today. Unfortunately, while out and about, I found a hole in my fence where the wires had broken. The strength thing was that all four wires from one post to another had snapped. almost as if they had all broken at once. Immediately, I started to panic.

It wasn't long before, right in the middle of my work on the fence while checking over my shoulder every so often, that I found my rationalization. The game warden called me to tell me a bull that had been identified as one of my herd was found on the highway. The game warden managed to load it up safely, and it cooperated. He mentioned that it looked like my bull lost a fight with another one of my bulls. I revealed to him that I only owned a single bull.

Once I fixed the fence and the game Warden arrived, we both set upon unloading the bull and guiding it to the original pasture. Sure enough, the bull had small cuts around its neck and ankles, along with a slight limp to its gate. Nothing pointing to that it was broken, but it had definitely gotten in a tussle, which is normal for bulls. Bulls, when attempting to establish itself, will fight anything from coyotes, other heifers, birds and even pick fights with snakes when there is no other bull around to be.

beat up on. However, whatever had fought my bull had obviously hurt the bull's pride, as he looked to be sulking. When a bull loses a fight for dominance, it'll typically leave the herd for a period of two days and pout by itself. During this time, it's liable to tear up a number of things if it's in a fit. It helped explain my barbed wire fence being down, but there was no evidence on the bull that it had plowed through the fence. Thanking the game warden, I finally went back to the house and gave Donnie a call. No one picked up. And the phone went to voicemail.

I left a message saying I'd like to talk to Donnie, and that I was urgent. Satisfied with my message, I decided to relax on my porch for a while. I never received a call back, but it was only about two hours before I could hear the rumble of a familiar truck. Sure enough, Donnie's truck came shambling through up to my porch. Donnie left his truck and came up to the steps on my porch but stopped just short. I walked down the steps to greet him and attempted to shake his hand. Somewhat reluctantly, he shook my hand.

His grip was very light, almost as if he didn't wish to touch me. We engaged in small talk for a while. For a second, before I asked him why he didn't call me back, he said he hadn't had the time when he got back home and decided to just stop by after running. running some errands instead of calling back. Once again, Donnie's head glanced around the house, uninterested in focusing on my or much of the conversation.

Without much preamble, I decided to blurt out everything that was bothering me. I told him about the noise I heard that one evening coming from the woods, and I told him about the recent happenings along with the noises I've heard at night. I told him I had no one to turn to, as I was afraid what others would think. I also admitted that I had noticed his and his grandchildren's weird behavior, and I pleaded him to tell me what he knew. I asked him to come inside and told me that as you grab something heavy to drink, he'd take a drink as well.

With a seemingly heavy heart and reluctance, he made his way inside along with me. After retrieving two glasses of whiskey from the kitchen, we sat down at the small dining room table, and he laid out the situation for me. I was cursed. That was the first revelation out of his mouth. I had apparently done something terrible,

and I was paying a price. I told him that I had no idea I did something wrong, and I asked him what it could be. He ignored my question and continued on with his explanation. During the entirety of it all, his head glanced out the windows that faced the back of the house, out towards the woods, just a split second glance before returning to look me in the eyes.

The first time he had really done it, for extended time since I met him, they were sad eyes, almost like they pitied me. But his face remained stern and devoid of any type of friendliness. Anyway, he told me that the curse goes as follows. My bounty of the land I had would wither, and I'd be haunted by the land I betrayed. It was the word he used, until I redeemed myself, or left for good. Once again, I begged him to tell me what I could have done, as I had done nothing outrageous towards the health of my land.

I hunted, yes, sometimes more than what I needed, but I gave such access away. Everything I did was within what appears to me as acceptable bounds. Once again, he ignored my question and continued on. He told me whatever noises I was hearing was whatever spirits came to the defense of the land. At first, they would leave warnings and clues to my offense. As time went on, they would grow increasingly more violence and sinister, again this time almost shouting. I demanded to know what I had done wrong, and it was this time, he explained. Apparently, the debt of the damaged land can be carried through descendants of a family. If I was positive, I had done nothing wrong. It was likely

something a family member had done. This land had been in the family since my great-grandfather, but I didn't know of anything they could have done that would provoke this. Donnie said that he shouldn't even be here, and that it's bad to help someone that was being punished. He recommended I sell the land or allow my grandfather to watch after it while taking a break in the city, something that would be blasphemy, considering how much I've been put into the land, but it seemed like a plausible plan. As he left, Donnie told me it'd be wise to build a bonfire tonight and burn a handmade offering, compromised of items I could find on my land. He told me this wouldn't likely appease whatever was cursing me, as it was typically used as a sort of prayer for ancestors

to watch the land, but it wouldn't hurt. After that, the old man quickly made his way to his truck and left. It wasn't until after he left that I noticed that once again, he failed to touch the drink that I got him. I'm now sitting in my living room, rifle besides me, and working my way through a bottle of whiskey, pondering exactly what I should do. I'm thinking of building up the bonfire, but I wonder what good it did even do. And then some people start to comment on this thread saying, time to get the fuck out based A&N. Sell everything and buy cameras to set up around the house before you leave. Stay long enough to record anything spooky and then move as long as you can. Someone else comments, step one, sell the land. Step two, get the fuck out of the

country farmland. Step three, live in a populated area like a metropolitan. It would not be unwise of you to let that land go. And then the O.P responds to this saying, more I think of it, it seems like the best idea. But it's hard sentimentally. My entire life up until this point have been devoted to this land. And I'm not too big on moving to the city to get some small job to make out a living. I don't have college education or much else to my name. At this point, though, I am concerned for my life. Someone then replies to this saying, Like you said, it can't hurt. Burn the ostracized chicken. The curse is actually on the chicken that betrayed the land, not Jew. And then the O.P. replies this saying,

In all seriousness, I was wondering when animal sacrifice would bring. I don't know what the implications of an animal sacrifice is in Native American culture, but I'm willing to try anything at this point. I can't stand another night of the striking. God, looking at this, I can't believe I voiced that as an option. Sacrificing an animal. Jesus Christ. And then someone replies to this saying, yeah, I'm not sure what good slash harm it would do. I'm assuming not great. I'd leave your lights on. One night of lights being on is worth potentially seeing this thing. Either that, or the creature won't want to come near the light, which means you can sleep tonight at least. And then the O.P replies to this saying, I've considered sitting outside with every light I have

on and seeing what I witness. Part of me is a little wary of this, though. I'm worried I'll only worsen things for me. Currently, I'm running on adrenaline, whiskey and fumes, so sleep could end up taking me if I did that. Someone replies to this saying, I mean, I'm not much for spiritual curses or anything of that nature, but I'd say, do what you will, whether it be your grandfather watch over it and take a temp leave, or just take off and never look back. You seem like a level-headed guy, and I'm sure you'll make the best decision. Working a job taking a few college courses here and there never ever hurts. It's never too late to go to school to better yourself. Plus, a change of scenery can help at the very least. Then the O.P. replies to this saying,

yeah, I'm not buying the curse stuff so much as I'm buying into the fact that he even knew something was terribly wrong. Maybe a leave is for the best. A getaway for a week or so would probably do me some good. And you're right, it's never too late, but my current debt troubles with college debt place on top of that would probably make a hole that I'd never fully climb out of. And then someone replies to that saying, O.P. Fuck that. You cannot sell your land. It's your fucking land that you've put your blood, sweat and tears for. What are you going to do in debt moving into a city? Fuck that. You just expand it also. Let that thing know you're not leaving, but they are trying to make amends. And then the O.P. replies this saying,

that's about what I'd expect my dad to say. Plant your feet in the ground and hold fast. I'm not as brave as him, I guess. Hearing the noises from the woods, though, put some fear in me. Hearing it reverberate out like no animal I've ever heard before, just ruin me. I'm definitely going to stick around for at least a while longer. I'll take a few days to decide what I'm going to do. I might do what someone else suggested and buy cameras. And then someone replies to the thread saying,

sacrificing an animal when you don't know what you've done or ancestors is not wise. At this point, Farmanan, you have two options that will bode well for you eventually. A, move. Just move somewhere else and start a new. B, try and figure out what the entity wants or needs from you to move on. It might need as simple as an apology, or it could need blood. And I do mean blood. Trying to solve this yourself ain't going to happen. Do you have options of where to go?

Are you willing to listen to a partial Native American who might have an idea to help? wife is? And then the opi replies is saying, I mean, I don't have many options. I could talk to my grandfather, but it's unlikely that bear any fruit. My mother is in Oklahoma City and had never been huge on farm life. At this point, I'd be gracious for any type of help I can receive, even passing advice. If I wasn't still worried, I'd be fairly joyed to see how many people have taken the time to put in their two cents and let me know what they can. I appreciate all the advice and concern guys and now that i read your post i remember something my dad used to say it was something along the lines of everything can be paid in blood or tears something along those lines maybe your b on the chart

reminded me of it it was one of the handful of phrases my dad would remind me of growing up i perceived it as one of those sayings to tell your kids for them to easily digest values or something like that And then someone else comments under this saying, Also O.P. Don't listen to that illiterate fucktard. I didn't say go out there with a cross and hunt the spirit or try and hurt it. Just by what the Native American said, it wants amends done for whatever was done.

Also, it'll be probably be super uncomfortable but explain things to your grandfather and ask him if he did anything. Maybe he did something and you're the one suffering the curse. and then the OPA responds to this comment saying, This could be a possibility. My grandfather worked this land until he bought his current lot and handed this one off to my father. Although I doubt he'd hand off anything like this knowingly,

he's too kindly of a man and loves his family more than life itself. I don't plan on launching a crusade against this thing, but maybe a little more time here to observe things might help me redeem myself. Leaving and staying, both look like even choices to me at this point. And then someone else comments to this thread saying,

This thread, it's amazing. Best of luck to you, Farmane on. I believe in you. I can't really relate since I've always lived in suburbs or the city, but I'm goddamn terrified of dark forests and weird noises, so I wouldn't stand a day in your shoes. You should definitely get your grandfather, mother or friends to come and stay with you for some time.

I'm not sure what good it would do for you to stay away for a week or so. As I see it, you either try to get rid of or please the thing, or just sell everything and start to new somewhere else. Then the O.P. responds to the saying, I appreciate you believing to me. I'm glad you guys have my back. Even though it might be only the internet, in all honesty, I wouldn't last long in the city. I've been told they can be cruel and somewhat dangerous. I'm a really trusting guy and don't get in angry often. I've always been told he's city would eat up a guy like me and spit me out. I never thought about that. I haven't done it for a while.

but inviting some people over to stay a bit might be a good idea. I'm afraid they'll be in the crossfire, though. Then someone responds to this saying, maybe it has something to do with whatever you caught in that busted-up trap. Build a rustic trap from sticks and small branches from the tree line it was hanging out in. Bust a symbolic hole in the side of the spirit and burn the trap. Tell it you're sorry when you set it a light. The O.P. responds to the saying,

you really think the trap set it off? I've been trapping since then and have never had that happen again. Someone replies to this saying, Do you want me to tell a bit more specific where you live so I can do some Google Earth exploring? Just the general area or the closest town or something? And then the OPE responds to this saying, Look up the town's Freedom, Oklahoma, Wainoka, Oklahoma, and Woodward, Oklahoma. In that covered area is my land and my grandfather's along in there.

I don't know how I feel about giving out exact details where I'm at, but that's the same general area. And then I looked around myself and, yeah, it's just farmland, flat farmland for as far as the I can see. I mean, a pretty small area or boring area. And you can't see a lot there. So, yeah, I mean, I couldn't have been down exactly where OPE's farm even would be, but interesting. And then someone replies to this saying, I'm dropping around the little Google Earth person around that general area, but never find any houses.

only roads that looks exactly the same and never seem to end, ha ha. And then the OPE response is saying, It's difficult to find the few houses out there. Mine is tucked away pretty good. But you're liable to run into my grandfathers. He has a big house off from the highway a bit. There's a few more spaced among the land, but most people prefer to live in town and go out to their land.

I'm going to head out and gather up some things, guys. I'm going to try out that bonfire idea before it gets too late. We'll be back. Then someone replies saying, Someone needs to screencap this thread. Easily, this is legendary X material. I hope everything goes your way, Farming on. As someone who grew up in the California country,

I know there are creepy things out there that most Californians don't even know about. Someone else says, how's it going? Sending up your bonfire? Are you planning on starting a new thread? Perhaps you get a trip code so we can find your threads slash posts easier. Then the farmainon, or O.P. replies saying, I think I did the trip code right. I'm not really good when it comes to using computers, but I think I learned how to use it.

Materials are gathered up, and this is what I have so far. Tomatoes, although fairly below average, that I've been desperately trying to grow. A couple of eggs. A tree branch from one of the nicer and somewhat biggest tree on my land. A handful of hay. And finally, loose hair from my cattle. I don't know why I chose this, but I was desperate for materials. I also attempted to catch a fish from one of my ponds, but after a while I called it quits.

I couldn't even get a bite. And I still wasn't sure on the whole animal sacrifice thing that I'm now pretty against. All that's left is to get some firewood from the shed gathered up and place it in my fire ring so I can get this started. Quick update. Have to get back outside. Noises are starting up. Not even dark yet. Fire is going and items are in fire.

Be back ASAP. And then some comments saying, British guy here. Worth staying up for. Rooting for you, bro. This is getting really good now. I know, man, I'm loving this. And then O.P. Posts.

Quick update. Movement in woods. Caught sight of something moving. Hunched back. Have rifle ready to go. Unknown when be back. We'll try to photo it with flip phone. It's staying in the tree line.

And then someone comments saying, Damn, stuff is going down. This is almost too crazy to believe in, but I really want to. Then the Opie says, Back inside for the time being. I'm determined the movement might have been me seeing a deer.

I might have been freaking out because of the sound. The reason why I'm certain it was some kind of animal was that sound was coming nowhere from where I saw the few seconds of movement. For now, the noises have stopped. But the fire is still burning and all the external lights are on, along with all the lights in my house.

The noises this time around were coming from generally the same direction as the first time. It was once again the hum, followed by the boss sound. It lasted from around the time I tossed the items into the fire and lasted for quite a long time. I lost track of time as I sat on the porch and waited to catch a glimpse of something. I'm debating calling Donnie, or even the police currently. My grandfather is about 45 minutes away, but I don't. don't want to drag him into something bad. I don't know what to do. Then some commenter says, damn it, I really have to sleep now. Have to get up in five to six hours. Please keep this thread

alive or start a new thread and keep the trip code. Best of luck, Farmanon, we believe in you. Never hesitate to go with your gut feeling, whether it's calling the cops or Donnie or just go charging out the woods. What you feel is right probably is right. Godspeed. Then the Opie says, was in the middle of typing up something to further explain the current situation in response to you guys, but I just noticed that the fire is out when I looked up and noticed the lack of extra light. The fire was literally nearly roaring just a few minutes ago. I'm going to quit posting for a while and handle this.

I wanted to keep a near constant update for you guys, but it's turning a little worse here. I'm going to stay on watch and have my phone ready. The fucking fire went out. Sounds like the spirit didn't care for his offering. Good luck, Farmanan. May you survive the nights and provide updates. Legit, don't care if this is RP. Story has me riveted.

Then someone else says, or maybe they did? I mean, they took the fire in a way, right? So maybe that's good? Trying to be an optimist here. Someone else says, man, it could go either way. Hopefully it's a good thing. Want to hear more from this, Aon. Someone else says, I'm really worried about you, Farmanan.

And I really do think maybe staying somewhere else after tonight would be a good idea. Maybe consult Donnie about it. To make sure you're leaving doesn't mess anything up. But anyway, best wishes from New Zealand, and I hope you remain safe. Someone else says, Yeah, Farming on, if this is real and shit, then maybe take a break from X as much as we want to know. I'm pretty sure this is something to be treated with respect, not something to be constantly posting about. If this is OC, take a break to make it more believable. But yeah, deal with it and then get back to us. like I said, let it know you're trying to make amends. Someone else says, I'm starting to get worried now.

And then the OP gives us an update, saying, things have settled down now. I've been on watch for a while now. I haven't been paying attention to the time, and I've just been keeping up observing everything. The noises came back, but this time it was much different. It has me much more spooked now. I don't have a way to really explain how it sounded, but it sounded like a way. wounded rabbit, except it had a slightly deeper carry to it. It stopped momentarily and released a sort of ugh, except drawn out. It only lasted a handful of minutes. Currently, I have the lights off inside my

house, but the external lights are on. What I've noticed about the fire is that it's obvious something dug through it as well. I'm hoping against hope that this signifies that I did good with the bonfire. I should also post, note that the entire time I've heard the noises, it's came from the same place ever since I first heard it. I've tried calling Donnie, but no one answered, just like previously today. I left one message asking him to call me back, but nothing has came from that. I've been currently spending time glancing out my window and typing this up. I can feel exhaustion from missing sleep last night starting to set in.

I'm going to make some coffee. I've decided I'm going to catch whatever has been the source of the striking on my window. I'll probably call my mom or grandfather soon. I need to talk to them to calm me down a bit. This may be my last update from the night. If something serious happens, I'll try to find time to update you guys in order to alleviate some worry. Thank you to everyone for your concern.

So far, I'm safe and I feel secure. I don't know where the random surge of bravery came, but I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me so far. It's helped more than any of you know. And then someone says, farming on i guess all i can say is good luck keep trying for donnie tomorrow at the moment it's better to contact family and talk with them like you're doing be safe i don't know what kind of resources you have going there but if you heard the sound again is there any way you could record it and then the anon or opi said

i have a flip phone that could record it perhaps it's a rugby phone so it's not that good but i can attempted at least. I also wanted to say one last thing real quick. Looking at everything, I can't believe what I'm currently going through. I don't know if you guys have had experiences like this, but it's surreal. I've been relatively calm and down to earth, but inside I have no idea what I'm doing. I guess in the moment of the storm of these recent events and sharing with you guys, I've been able to distance myself from accepting what's happened. But now I've had time to think this is my life that is currently in some kind of danger and i'm just going through it i've decided i'm most likely leaving the farm not tomorrow or even the next day but it's likely i'm selling

this land the only thing stopping me from going to my vehicle and driving to my grandfather is the fear of what's actually out there and then someone else says i live less than an hour away I stayed up to read your story and it's really intrigued me. Best of luck to you. I hope you keep your sanity and make it through. And then someone else says, we are rooting for you, Farmanon. Just stay safe.

And then someone asks, Farmanon's still here? And then the O.P. Makes a post. I passed out halfway through the night. I never caught the thing making noises against my window. I only lasted until about 3 a.m. I'm at my grandfather's right now.

When I woke up this morning around 8 a.m. and investigated around, my front door had been unlocked, and it was slightly agape, just like the first time it happened. I didn't wake up in the night to any tapping, so I'm unsure if that happened. I didn't wake up in the night to any tapping, so I'm unsure if that happened. My grandfather is currently outfeeding his cattle, while I'm here with my grandmother trying to make sense of this all. The noises kept going and going. I never saw anything, but they went out for nearly an hour. I'm going to talk to my grandfather when he gets back. After that, I'm going to make a run into town and buy camera,

along with a list of supplies that the one A-on in this thread mentioned. I'm run ragged, guys. The thing was in my house last night. I know it was. The feeling I had when I woke up in my chair was instantly uncomfortable. I hadn't even noticed the door at first. I was so uncomfortable, it made me sick to my stomach. I don't know what's happening, guys, but I'm going out on my land

and exploring the place where I heard the noises. That's what I've decided I'm going to do so far. And then someone comments saying, This is so damn riveting. I'm hooked. It straight up could be Donnie. Maybe your dad beat him at poker one night and he never got over it. That's where the curse originated. And then the OP made an update to the thread saying,

I'm going to go ahead and explain what happened last night after I made my last update. Shutting the laptop, I posted up at my front window and would watch for about 10 minutes before switching to another window. I was able to rotate to another window about four times before the noises started back up. I pulled out my flip phone while holding my rifle on the other hand. Unfortunately, the sound barely even picked up while I was standing inside. At this point, I wanted the sound file for myself. I wanted to make sure I wasn't just imagining these noises. I also wanted to share it with you guys,

because maybe one of you know an animal that, I guess, I don't know, or haven't heard make these noises, and would explain this all away. I took a small step outside. I hadn't realized it when I was inside my house, but the noise was deafening now. Much louder than before. The sound also came across much more violently.

as if the creature was working itself up. I managed to grab a couple of sound files, but neither one really picks up the sound the way I want. I'll figure out how to upload them later today, so that you guys can hopefully make sense of it. While poking my head outside, I also noticed the fire once more. Around the fire ring,

something I hadn't noticed while glancing out my window at it were clear marks all around it. I could tell at the moment they weren't footprints. But it was as if a kid had dug with his fingernails all around the circle of the fire pit. It was disturbed dirt with a pile here and there. At this point, I was absolutely terrified. The noise switched to the mba noise as I slinked back inside.

It lasted for the better part of an hour before dying out. Desperately trying to stay awake because I knew the window tapping would be next and I wanted to catch this thing, well, not catch it, but I wanted to see it. I hyped myself up and told myself that if I caught a glimpse of it, this would all be better. I figured if I could do that, I'd be done with all my problems.

At the time, I didn't really pay much attention to it, but not I'm wondering if something else wasn't at play. I remember feeling suddenly really tired, like it hit me like a brick wall. I do realize I've gone nearly 24 hours with only about four hours of sleep, but I'm feeling fairly okay before. As I sat in the recliner, I eventually started to pass in and out.

The last time I got a good look at the clock was around 256. It couldn't have been long after that that I passed out. When I awoke, I sat still for a moment, with my eyes closed. The overwhelming feeling of being uncomfortable was almost too much for me. I sat, breathing out my mouth for a second, trying to shake the feeling. After opening my eyes, I didn't even notice at first the door was slightly agape.

Once again, I'm positive. All doors were locked. Seeing this and taking a quick peek at the fire pit, which was nothing but ashes, despite the fire failing to finish to burn out, I gathered up a few things and bolted to my grandfathers. Under the guise of wanting to visit for a bit, in that I've been getting lonely out of my property.

They happily agreed that I could stay however long, as I liked. My grandmother is still convinced I'm her little baby grandchild. I'm worried, though. What if the thing comes here? I'm not going to stay much longer. I'll talk to my grandfather and leave. I don't want to bring whatever is after me down on anyone. No one deserves this. And then someone comments saying, let's also not forget his dad died at a young age. Come to think of it, on? Could it have been your dad that did something to disgrace the land, which ultimately led to an early grave? And then the O.P. responds saying, I wouldn't think so. My dad's death was something that was likely. He drank a lot, and he was a heavy guy. He had some heart problems, and eventually he died.

I always knew him to be respectful of the land. I think the only thing he did that I could deem as somewhat disrespectful is that he chewed tobacco and would spit it on the ground most of the time. Besides that, I don't recall anything bad. And then someone else comments saying, Don't burn things. That's usually a bad idea from what I understand. Since you aren't religious yourself, you're a bit more limited on what you can do. My understanding is that if you don't believe in what you're doing,

it won't do ship and make the entity angrier. I'd suggest talking about this with your grandfather or someone at your church and be more respectful to your Native American friend. Just because he has some understanding of what is going on, it doesn't mean he holds the answers. If he doesn't answer a question, it's because he doesn't know. Not because he's withholding the information. Growing frustrated or desperately calling him every time something knocks will, just put him off. Also, don't dismiss it being people trying to fuck with you.

If you get any evidence of any intrusion, such as collapse fences or animals being killed by something, call the police. And then the Aon response to this saying, I've been nothing but respectful to Donnie. Considering my position, he's obviously held back details. The way he's acted around my house and you want me to be respectful to him? You want me to be respectful to the guy who could honestly help me? Or at least give me more details? While what I've worked for my entire life is apparently in jeopardy, of course I'm going to call him

every time I can. He knows this stuff and I don't. As far as I know, my life is threatened. And he's content to just sit back and watch me squirm with the pittle paddle knowledge he gave me. Fuck Donnie. Talk to my grandfather about some of the stuff that was happening. Left out the part about the bonfire and left out how panicked I am about it. He thought it was weird and said he hadn't heard anything like that before.

it didn't have the slightest idea what it could be. He seemed to be telling the truth. For the time being, I'm back at my place. I invited a couple of friends over to drink and play some card games tonight. Hopefully, things will stay normal with them here. If not, they will be my witness. I'm about to make a trip into a nearby town to pick some stuff off. Going to try and set up a camera.

We'll update you guys if anything else happens. So far, everything has been normal at my place. Quick update. People have been asking me if I'm going to make a new thread for all of this, and I might as well. Next time I get on to update you guys, I'll make a new thread. I've also debated telling my friends whenever they get here. It's not liable to be something that creeps them out. They seem somewhat chill and may laugh at off, but it'll kill me to have them over and not tell them what I'm going through.

And that is the last we've ever heard from OP. Yes, yes, I know. Very upsetting. I was pissed as well when I read this ending. But yeah, we don't know if O.P. sold the farm or if he got got by the entity, or if he ran away to his grandfathers, or he ran away to his city, or we don't know what happened to O.P. And we don't know if him and his friends are okay now. But, wow, that was a great story.

I really, really enjoyed that one. It was very unique, and I don't know if I believe it. It seems believable, but at the same time, who knows? Do you believe it? I did include some of the Google Earth area he's in. I mean, it's kind of hard to make up, I guess. Not really. I don't know.

I'm kind of torn. But I'm pretty upset that there was no final update for O.P. And this was years and years ago, so I don't think we'll ever get an update, sadly. But a very good story. I love this story. It was scary. It was weird. And I just wonder what was on his land.

And if he truly was cursed or Donnie was making stuff up, O.P. obviously hated Donnie at the end of that saying fuck Donnie. But who knows? Maybe Donny was just blowing smoke up his ass or telling him the truth or maybe something else was messing with him. Who knows, but very, very interesting. And on to the next one. All right. This happened this most recent August. Second weirdest thing I've ever seen in the state. Easily the most unsettling. Get three days free after doing 24-7 Grandpa Care for two months. Get two friends to go in a mountains with me.

Leave Friday night in a truck pulling a trailer with two four-wheelers. Light finally fades about 10 p.m. mid-August in Alaska. Take it easy on speed because big old diesel. Get to the target highway at about midnight. Pavement ends at mile 21-ish. Everything to now has been pretty normal. Couple miles in road turns left with a small pull-off on the right side. Little Subaru parked there facing its road.

LED light bar at face level. There's someone leaning on the hood watching us as we drive by. Tired by this point, not really concerned. Figure it's someone waiting for their hunting buddy. It's caribou season. Keep going. This highway is real rough in the fall. It's gravel and the heavy fall rains combined with all the fall time hunting and camping traffic tears it up.

Going 30 miles an hour from Lucky. Truck, trailer, and teeth, all chattering. from washboards. Night bright, full moon, can miss the worst spots on the road. Hit real long straight stretch before trailhead pull off. Get mile and a half down straight stretch. About halfway. Lights in rearview mirror. Fucking bright as fuck light bar again. This guy is hauling ass 50 to 60 miles an hour or more. One friend is zonked out in the back. The other one is spaced out. Point the light bar car out to him. He watches them in the side mirror. Doesn't seemed too unsettled. Car is maybe 200 feet back when I finally pull into the trailhead.

Car catches up 10 seconds later, slows down to sub five miles an hour going by, obviously checking us out. Park the truck, watch them drive down the highway for a bit, let out a deep breath. Look to the left at the other corner of this parking area. There is an SUV parked there, and this is where it gets way out of whack. Wake up the other friend. Kill the engine. Kill the engine, hop out. Instant gut assessment. Shit's fucked. We're being hunted. Time to go. My response to this novel sensation. Hey, there's something written on that SUV. Shine my flashlight on it. Mollock. Written in the dust on back window since it was parked. Oh, fuck, what? Friends are stretching legs. One has his AR out. They're both too quiet. Check out SUV. Engine's still warm.

parked within a few hours. Only front passenger door is locked. Shoes, sandals, and shorts, comfy driving wear on front seats, full packs and compound bowing back, full cooler, tent, everything is untouched. Six months expired youth group sticker on hood, empty coffee, hot coffees,

looks like a young couple out to camp. Friends are checking out his SUV. We're all at it independently, reaching 10 out of 10 maximum alert. Look around the whole area. Nobody is there. No fresh tracks except in parking area itself. Another pair of cars with LED light bars go by hauling maximum mass.

We keep rifles on them from cover as they go by. Given to gut feeling. Leave. Camp 30 miles away on a different highway. Come back in the morning. SUV is still there. Untouched. Still no sign of anybody around.

Terrible gut feeling gone. take the four-wheelers and go eight miles back into mountains have a good time camping get bullied by caribou come back in next day nobody goes out there great lines of sight and nowhere to hide SUV untouched food in the back is starting to go off get back to town call SUV into troopers dispatcher goes yeah that's sketchy as fuck i'll send someone out call back two weeks later to see what came of it no record of having ever called in but they have ever ever every other call I've made. Sorry, Kay. Some stories don't have a good ending. I'm convinced we were either getting checked out and the only reason they let us be was because we had our ARs propped up

on the seats and was very visible. I never have found any explanation for what I saw out there. All I know is that gut feeling I got when I got out of the truck was the spookiest thing I have ever felt. And all three of us felt it independently. There's some fucked up shit going on out there. I'm convinced. then the OP attaches a bunch of pictures. I think the one picture is looking inside the car, another one looking inside the car. I can't see anything distinctly, but in one big picture, you can see Mollock. And after looking up what Mollock means, it's an ancient canonite deity associated with the practice of child sacrifice. So that is creepy. Yeah, that's a very

creepy thing to be to be found written on the back of a car in the middle of nowhere. Very interesting. I mean, like the Opie said, he said he's sorry for such a bad ending, but who knows what came of it. It's very weird the police didn't have any record of it. Maybe they did go out there and found something and have to keep it under wraps, but who knows? He also attaches a beautiful photo of Alaska, and I assume the area he was in, but very interesting, very weird, and I really wonder what was going on out there. I'm going to bump this with a personal story for all of you. I just graduated and like most college students, had no money or job.

Me and a few of my friends decided to go in on a shitty apartment together just until we get on our feet. Find this great three-bedroom for cheap, but the landlord was extremely suspicious. No contract was ever signed. Just required money up front every month. The apartment itself was nice, but very old, like something. out of the 1920s. Except for this one, massive part of the hallway closet that looked like it was recently plastered over. Just an awkward white spot that nobody tried to hide or paint over. We asked the landlord about it, and he said it was from recent renovations. We knew this was

complete bullshit, but we were desperate and the place was cheap. Cut to a month later, we're all settled in and doing fine. One night we're watching TV when there's a knock at the door. Two massive Russians are standing at our doorstep. I mean like six foot tall, prison muscle jack guys. One was wearing a sailor hat and tank top, which looked tremendously gay, but at this point, none of us were laughing. They asked about some guys, saying they owed them money. We tell them that we have been living there for a month, and that we don't know the men they are looking for. The Russians get visibly confused, but don't push the issue much farther. Instead, they get in their car and just sit there watching our apartment for several hours. Now, this apartment was in a

super bad neighborhood. We're talking boarded up houses, drug dens, drive-by shooting kind of bad, so nobody cared or took notice of some suspicious guys sitting in their cars for hours like us. Eventually, we all got freaked out enough to call the cops. And then the O.P. says, we'll continue if anyone's interested. And then someone comments, I'm interested. How was the landlord's suspicious and how did he know what they said about the wall is bullshit also friendly reminder that if you have a story to tell please finish it it can't be worse than most of vex if you tried and then the opi replied to this comment saying the landlord was suspicious because he didn't make us sign a lease or contract or anything just wanted the money up front also he said that plastered hole was from

renovations when clearly nothing else in the apartment looked new or renovated Okay, this is taking longer to type out than expected so two out of blank. Of course, once the single cop showed up, the Russians flew off. We explained to them what happened, but he said there wasn't much he could do other than tell officers to keep a lookout for the car. The whole time we were talking, he kept looking around the apartment nervously. And finally, right before he left, he asked us, do you guys live here by choice?

We were a little freaked out by the question, but told him we are just college kids looking for someplace cheap. He asked if we knew the story behind this place. And when we answered, no, he told us what he knew. Apparently, a bunch of illegal immigrants have been living in this apartment previously, but had all been deported. Somehow, they had gotten wondering that the immigration police were coming mere minutes before they came.

One of them had somehow managed to get into the spaces behind the walls and hide there for several hours as the police. searched the place. The police made the hole in the closet trying to get to him, but he had escaped and was still at large. Of course, after telling us that horrific story, the cop left and we pretty much stayed up all night afraid of a bunch of Russians were going to murder us. Next month, we confronted our landlord, saying we knew about the illegals and he begged us not to move out. We were probably the first tenants in years that had paid rent on time and in full each month. Anyways, none of us had any other options at the time, so we were kind of stuck anyway, so we stayed.

Next post is when things started getting bat-shick crazy. Another couple of weeks passed, and neither of us had seen the Russians again, so we were starting to feel more relaxed again, except for one of my roommate's girlfriend. She didn't live there, but stayed with us several times a week. One morning, she asked if we had hurt shuffling and scratching the night. We were all heavy sleepers, so we just wrote it off. as typical odd noises in an old place. Only a few nights later, I had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. When I finally awoke to head to my own bed, I also heard these scratching.

It sounded like a fucking rat's burrowing in our walls and ceilings. There would be several seconds of furious scratching, and then what sounded like pieces of wood or debris falling or settling. The next day, I told my roommates, and that night we all stayed up together, and heard the scratching, skittering. once again. We all concluded that it was rats and called the landlord to hire an exterminator. The asshole took several weeks to follow through, so for the time being, we just ignored the scratches seen as they only happened at night, and most of us could sleep through it anyway.

That and none of us had actually seen any rats. Another night, we were all sleeping peacefully, when a loud, boom, woke us all up suddenly. It sounded like someone had dropped a fucking anvil on our ceiling. It was that loud. We all searched the place, but there was no cracks or broken items or any signs of damage whatsoever, so we just ignored it and went back to bed. Anyone still here? After the big boom, we went almost two weeks without any incident. But during that time, the apartment started smelling terrible.

At first, we just thought it was us. I mean, you had three guys living in one place. Of course, it's a little rank, right? We even spent one full day cleaning and washing everything, but the smell kept getting worse. It got to the point where walking into the apartment was like walking into a public restroom where someone had taken a dump and let it sit all day. At this point, we just harassed our landlord with endless phone calls until he came himself.

Upon entering our place, he almost puked. Finally, the next day, an exterminator came. The scratches had stopped, but one of my roommates made a video of it with his cell phone to show the guy. He said it sounded like rats or ponder. possibly a possum, but said that usually they don't stink up a place as bad as ours. Now, we lived on the top floor of this apartment. In the exterminator, wondered if we had access to the attic.

We told them no. And that we had never, ever been up there because the only way to get in was a tiny square door in the ceiling of our hallway that was always locked. The exterminator said he would get access to it from the landlord and return in a few days. Next day, I came home from work early. and to my surprise, I see those two fucking Russians waiting in their car again. I was really starting to get sick of all the crazy shit going on in the apartment, so I got my courage up and went right up to their window and knocked.

They rolled the window down and asked why they kept watching us. They said they knew I was lying about their friend. I screamed that I don't know the guy who owed them money and said if they didn't leave us alone, I'd call the cops. In hindsight, I was probably really lucky they didn't shoot me or something, but the driver did give me a stern, pan-shitting glare before driving off again. He only said two things.

I suck, I'm up to your apartment. We'll be back for our money. Suffice it to say, I freaked the fuck out and told both my roommates. For the next 48 hours, we acted like morons. One of us staying up to watching shifts at night for safety. Finally, the exterminator came back with a key to the attic. We were all very on edge, so it didn't help when the exterminator looked into the,

the attic for not even a minute before climbing back down and telling us to leave immediately and call the police. We did so, and only when the police came, did the exterminator finally say what he'd seen. As you've probably guessed by now, the missing Russian had died in our attic, which was where the smell came from. Apparently, he had been living there for a while and using some makeshift tunnel into spaces behind the walls to get in and out without a us noticing. We never got the final word on how exactly he died, but I did learn it was slow and painful. The thing that still really sticks with me is why he never cried for help. He knew we were right there under him, but instead of seeking help, he just laid there, dying. Obviously,

we had all had enough after that and moved out within the next week. Our landlord actually got arrested, but we never really found out what for. And then the final update to this post. The day I was moving all my stuff out, I noticed the police had left the attic door unlocked and I wanted to go up and see this place for myself during the day. It was very eerie. The space was tiny and cramped,

barely enough room to walk crouched down. You could see the insulation on the walls. The bed was nothing more than a ratty sleeping bag and the only source of life were a couple of flashlights, wrappers and empty cans of food, or just littered everywhere along with plastic drink bottles. A garbage bag was filled with some dirty clothes, and it looked like the cops had taken or confiscated anything else up there.

The most fucked up thing, though, were the little tiny holes drilled in the floor. There were three spread out across the space. When I bent down to look, you could see our living room, kitchen, and bathroom pretty clearly. I don't know if the holes were just up there so he could make sure we were asleep or if he was just actively watching us. Next to one hole was a clod up section of the floor with some blood, like he was just scratching with his fingernails nonstop.

I feel terrified thinking that he was dying and couldn't speak for some reason, and maybe his scratching was a call for help. I'll never know, but it had really fucked me up to this day. The only paranormal part of this story was the last night I spent there. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but in my way back, heard that familiar scratching in the walls. I left immediately, spent the night in a motel and only came back during the day for my stuff. I've never gone back to that area since. And wow, super interesting and weird story. I mean, what do you think the Russian was doing up in the attic?

I mean, obviously he was probably high. hiding from the other Russians looking for his money. But at the same time, he could have just ran away. I mean, he had a way out of the attic. And it's so weird that, you know, there was holes looking down into the bathroom, the kitchen, and the bedroom, and there was blood from his scratching. Oh, that's just disgusting. But very interesting.

I mean, why didn't the guy just run away since he had access out of the attic? Or was he, you know, too scared to even run away because he could get caught? I don't know. Very interesting story. leave your theories and thoughts down below, and on to the next one. Last year, autumn of 2021. Big Bro and I have been into the supernatural and spooky shit since we are kids. Always told me about his strange and ghostly encounters from when he was in his late teens to early 20s.

We've been to some places, but nothing ever truly made me believe in ghosts. Been talking about Larpying as if we were real ghost hunters. He splurges on buying multiple EMF readers. motion detectors, mag lights, cameras, the works. Here's about some supposedly haunted hotel called the Beaumont Hotel in a tiny, unincorporated part of Kansas. Some history of the place and rumors. The hotel was originally built in the late 1800s as a stop for the railroads and for pioneers.

Supposedly, the original owner worked the hotel and his wife slept herself out to the guests so they could keep the business afloat. At some point, one of the regular guests, a cowboy by the name of Ziki, took a liking to her and an affair began. The owner found out about his wife's infidelity and when Ziki stayed again, he shot him several times in his sleep. To this day, residents and the current owners say that Ziki still haunts the hotel, with his iconic spurs still jangling as he walks the halls. In the 1940s, as aviation really started to take off, see what I did this, there, locals started using the main street of the town as a landing strip. So in 1953, the owner of the time, James Clinton, J.C. Squire, renovated the hotel and bought 70 acres of

property to turn into a landing strip for pilots. This naturally brought in a ton of pilots to the town who'd make a rest stop at the hotel, even to this day. J.C. passed away in 1980 after selling the hotel two years prior. Although, as far as I know, it's a lot of the hotel. His family still runs the place. To this day, residents and owners claim sightings of ghosts and paranormal events happening on the daily. Knox, footsteps, bangs, doors opening and closing, things being thrown and move. All the stuff you hear of in the movies. Brothers birthday is coming up, so we decide we'd stay there for a night for the LOLs.

We want to LARP as some ghost hunters, so we take all the cool shit we can think of. Book the room and we head out. Over an hour on the highway, my eyes glazing over staring at the direction on Google Maps, I see we are getting close. Notice dirt roads off the highway that leads to this wooded over area. We go on the dirt road into the town. Trees seem to loom over us, like bending overhead to form a tunnel. Totally not ominous at all.

Beginning of town is old dilapidated building from multiple eras. Brick building from the 1800s, some old corner store. from the 70s, shit looks straight out of Resident Evil 4. See the hotel with a nearby plane on display and an old train. All modern cars out front of the place so seems normal-ish enough. Check into hotel and look at all the cool 50s aviation memorabilia covered the walls. Needo. We're told where our room will be. We head upstairs and down this long hallway. Our room is at the very end. feeling like I'm being watched the whole way there, despite us being the only guests. I'll give you a quick layout of the room.

Right when you walk in, there is a huge bed with a mini fridge to the right next to the door, with a nightstand on the other side of the bed next to the wall at the end of the room. To the left of where you enter, at the foot of the bed essentially in a wall dividing the room in half with a TV on either side and the other half of the room is a sitting area with the second aforementioned TV. Two chairs with footrest in the bathroom. Sorry for terrible mouse art, by the way. And then he adds a picture of what it looks like.

Yeah, one huge bed, two chairs, two TVs. I mean, it's kind of a weird layout. I mean, yeah, I mean, sorry for everyone watching or listening and not watching, but yeah, it's kind of a weird layout of a room, but cool. I mean, it's cool. They added this so we can see, you know, what the layout looks like. Anyways, he continues. We arrived around six-ish, so we decided to take a load off and get settled.

Cracking stupid jokes and he's giving me some more rundown of the history of this place. Within an hour, our first weird thing happens. Sitting in the chair closest to the window, opposite of the bathroom, here knocking on the window next to me, turn and see the blinds move on their own. Mild spooop. We both saw it, but attempted to shrug it off as nothing. A few hours pass on eventfully. Bored out of my mind watching Family Guy on the TV in the sitting room.

Around nine, we both agree we'll start our little larping investigation at 10.30 because that's when the hotel goes into silent time, as the owners called it. Ten hits and we start hearing somewhat light knocking but chalk it up to the housekeeping. We start to set up our gear. Motion detectors in the bedroom and on the bed. We have these tiny balls that light up when you shake them enough with enough force you'd give to like a dog. We set up two in the bedroom, one in the bathroom, and one in the sitting room on the floor.

We each have a EMF reader, his an expensive nice one, and mine a shitty cheap one but can check temperature. By 10.30, the hotel is dead silent, not a sound from the vacuums, not a footstep in the hall. Start our search by scanning each room for readings, making sure to be. to note every object and area that could give off shit. TVs and the radio on the nightstand, for example. Middle of the sitting room has zero readings and rather open.

Just to be safe, we turn off everything including the ACs and ceiling fans. Around 80 degrees in room and zero readings of any kind. Scan both rooms in the bathroom over and over and every corner for readings. Only shit we get is obviously if we are close to our phones or plugged in electronics. Make sure to avoid said electronics. Eventually, we both settle on sitting on the footrests in the sitting room. Occasionally check bathroom because I just get weird vibes in there. Bathroom so tiny, you have to shut the door to get to the shower that's across the room from the toilet.

Sit in there and I get this overwhelming feeling to cry. Fear grips me and I have to leave. Tell bro to check out the bathroom next, but don't mention what I felt. Comes back out looking bothered. tells me he felt his eyes water and like something electrical touched him. We basically take turns feeling whatever is in there, definitely feel a presence there, like someone else was in there, and it felt cold and emotionally heavy like a funeral. We'd show back on the footrests, scan the middle of the room for readings,

ours both go into the red, getting heavy readings simultaneously from about the same area, feel that heavy feeling again like I was going to. cry. Take a few deep breaths and try to take this professionally. The readings go away. Move my reader around and get fuck all. Feel this horrible feeling like I'm being watched from kind of behind me. Suddenly, my left side feels ice cold. Move my reader next to me and it's flashing and going off. Don't remember it reading a temp change though. Tilt it so my brother can see it and he can see my look of like wanting to cry. Try to choke out. It's next to me.

Only a whisper comes out. Readings fade quickly and I feel the cold shift in front of me and back to the middle of the room. Brother's reader goes off. Track the movement with my reader to see the cause of the readings is, in fact, moving in thin air with zero cause. Much of this dialogue is from memory, so I'll give you the bits I do kind of remember. Brother speaks up. Hello, we can see you're here. Reading's going off like crazy.

Thank you for showing yourself to us, or something like that. We do the same basic holding our hands out and letting it touch us stuff. Every time we feel the coldness touch us, we consistently get readings. Decide we could try using the readers as a very rudimentary form of communication. He explains it to whoever or whatever was there. Basically, one reading equals yes, I guess like no reading equals no. Why we didn't like one for yes, two for no is beyond me. I assume if it's a ghost, it must be Ziki fella everyone's talking about.

Bro asks, have you been here for a long time? We get readings. Is there a J.C. here? Immediate and huge reading from both of our readers. Is this J.C. we are speaking to? Immediate and huge readings again. I'm trying to process what is going on and that I'm not completely crazy. Ask some more basic questions.

One rumor bro heard is that 16 spirits haught this place. Are there others that have been here a long time? Yes again. Eventually tried to narrow down the number and it lands on 15 others. Doesn't give a reading if we ask if there are more. From our questions, we find out that he stays here essentially because he loves his family here in the hotel he owned. Make sure to not ask about his death or the other side or whatever. Crack a joke or two trying to be lighthearted.

The reader goes off constantly, but peeks in a pattern like a person laughing. Realize he's laughing with us. My guy. Busy asking a question when I think I see the ball of the floor from earlier shift slightly. Brother saw and asked if I did too. Mind you, the only lights in this room were our flashlight, so it was very dark. Ask J.C. if he did it. Another yes.

Ask him to do it again for us if he'd be okay with it. The fucking thing moves enough to start flashing its lights. It rolls enough that we can see a roll. We're both completely stunned at this point. We both saw something so irrefutable that it's not just a feeling. Decide we move on to EVPs. We tried a few devices including homemade devices, basically picked up nothing for an hour.

Eventually we decide we'll try to do one very last one before we decide to head to bed. Tell JC if you want to give any kind of party message for us, he can. We left the phone on the floor for him, and the ball from earlier was pretty close to it. During the recording, the ball moves again and lights up. Thank him for letting us record him and for doing everything he has tonight. Bro says, I hope you don't mind us sleeping in here tonight. No reading. Slowly goes into the green after a few seconds. We take it as a reluctant, okay, and laugh about it. does that laughing pattern again.

He was making a joke this time. Eventually bit our farewells and good night. The coldness and heavy feeling instantly go away. No readings at all. We pack up our gear and head to bed. Turn on the TV and pass the fuck out. Best rest of my life. We wake up bright and early the next morning.

Check the audio on bro's phone from last night and can faintly make out some weird stuff. Here's something get hit lightly at the exact time the ball rolled during the recording session. For me, that was more than enough evidence that what happened was 100% real. Unfortunately, he has the audio. I don't, but I'll see if I can get it sometime. We get all packed up and load our stuff in the car. Decide we'll take a look around the town before we leave.

Check out the town's attractions. Only thing that interests me is the destroyed old corner store. The dust-covered window has writing on it in the dust. Names of others who came before us. Friends, siblings, lovers, some with dates over the decades. Row and I get in the car to head home. Tells me the town cemetery is across the highway. Head over there to pay our respects.

Take some time, but we find J.C.'s grave. Thanked him again for everything. Felt a happy present sex to me when I knelt down. Like he was there with me. brother and I entered that town expecting nothing. As stuff went on, we thought it was going to be creepy and awful. We went back home that day, happy. Felt like we got to talk to a lonely soul that hadn't had real company in a long, long time.

For so long before this, I had been a hardcore atheist and only saw the paranormal as fake but interesting. My very principles and beliefs, or lack thereof, or challenge that night. And today, I live in acceptance. to what most of us would consider the supernatural as just a normal part of life. I've had many encounters with the other side since then, and while at times I feel like a schizo, J.C. made me realize and always remember that you shouldn't always be so quick to deny it all. I'll try to visit him again someday. Fun fact. I heard he loves to play pranks on people,

including shutting and locking doors and pushing chairs in front of them when housekeeping is cleaning to lock them out of rooms. Be me. U.S. Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan. For those of you who don't know, Okinawa is an island south of Japan, literally covered in U.S. military bases. Be stationed on the smallest MC base on island.

Sleepy little base called Camp Courtney. Get put on a temporary base security detail. Get a job as corporal of the guard. Basically just sitting a little guard shack with an office and a TV watching a radio. and if anything goes wrong, you go take care of it. Quiet Thursday night on duty. Pissing rain, sucking wind, thunder, lightning, etc.

Get a call from a sentry on post about a young girl dressed as a walking into the jungle by the gate. What the fuck? Immediately assumed it's something weird, duh. Get Mabretta, pepper spray, flashlight, radio, etc. It's raining even harder. Walk to the area where this girl was spotted. I should explain that Okinawa was where the final and one of the bloodiest battles of World War II took place, and hundreds, if not thousands of civilians were killed.

So I already assumed it was a ghost or some shit. Get to the gate. Fucking soaked. Talked to the century about what he saw. I don't know, man. It was a short local girl in white. She looked like a nurse. She went down that trail along the gate.

I already knew that the trail led to those tombs. For those of you who aren't familiar, in Japan, there are those big tombs everywhere, and it's extremely disrespectful to trespass. People say you'll be cursed and haunted if you do. There are some tombs on base that are off limits to all except family. There are signs that stay off limits by order of the commanding general and everything. Well, that's not good. Walk up to Path, shine flashlight into brush, nothing.

Cry out, ask it, anyone's there. No one. Tired, wet, and a little spooked. So I just say fuck it and go back because it's probably a ghost anyway, L.O.L. Tell the guy it was probably a cat or something. There are wild cats all over Okinawa. Yeah, right. Two hours later. Century relieved, different guys at the gate. Century radios tells me he saw someone walking into the brush. God damn it. It's like 2 a.m. Windier than before. Still pouring. The guy had no idea about what happened earlier.

Go check it out again. Ask the sentry if it looked like a nurse. Yeah. Okay. At this point, I'm a little more curious, so I tell myself I'll actually go in this time. Get up there, cry out, still no one. Step over some bushes and go into the jungle.

Immediate regret. But decide to keep going. It's so dark. Flashlight just makes it creepier. Remember that there are a lot of snakes this time of year. So, big-ass banana spiders. Brettie's scared. Tell myself I will keep going until I see these sign.

They're big, red, and yellow signs. You can't miss them. It's a lot darker in the woods, but also seemed a lot quieter. I think the rain must have died down a little. Trail is going back a lot further than I remember. Sign should have been back there. I can't even see out of the jungle at this point. I'm so far back I can barely tell if I'm on the trail or not.

I'm fucking lost. Really start to freak out. Tactical pause. Take a deep breath. Tell myself to stay calm. I could be getting shot at. Things could be worse after hear a soft moaning cry. Sends chills down my spine.

Shricken with fear. Ask if anyone is there. It gets louder. Keeps getting louder. Seems like it's getting closer. Feel presence, walk immediately behind me. Say fuck this. Walk away from crying and whatever was behind me,

which is further into the jungle. It feels like I'm walking on a hard surface instead of mud and standing water. Turn on flashlight. It's cobblestone. You're fucking with me. Look around a little more. I'm within 20 feet of a giant tomb.

Please, whoever is buried here, forgive me. I'm lost. crying is still same distance from me as it was before like it's following me stand there because i don't know what to do frozen with fear crying is getting closer all of a sudden bleop cog this is echo three alpha radio checkover jumped 30 feet in the air and scream a little as well as shit self radio went off loud as fuck roger lemma charlie out put radio away As I'm putting it down, I noticed the crying stopped. Look back up.

Nurse girl is standing there at the foot of the tomb looking at me. Sends a million chills down my spine. More scared than ever. She's a short Japanese girl. Must be early mid-teens. Pale as snow. Instantly turn around and run out of there. Keep running until I finally get out of the jungle.

Completely different area than where I came in. Make it back to the same. the shack soaking wet, super shaken up. Next day I tell everyone. Guy who has been on the island forever says he's seen this nurse before, same with some of his buddies. Ever since my lights in my room will turn off by themselves, hear random knocks on window, no one there, things will get knocked over, etc. Still live here, still haunted A-F. One day, my lights turned off. My roommates and I both saw a black figure. First reaction was to take a picture. Pick related. Feel nauseous and get my goosebumps every time I look at it. No, it's not fake. And oh my God. The OPE added the pictures and

I mean, you can call it fake, you can call it whatever, but this is a scary ass photo. He has anon's photo and then a brighter version. Oh my gosh, that is so creepy. Yeah, I don't know. You can believe it you can not but i don't know this just gives me goosebumps looking at it very very eerie photo and um yeah that was a great story creepy story and uh yeah that was a great one and with that final story that wraps up someone nerving for chant thrids i really hope you enjoyed this video i love the first one with the farm anon god that was a great story and i loved all the other stories i mean this final ghost one was scary all the other ones are scary and hopefully you enjoyed the video if he did it please like the video and subscribe to the channel it helps more than you know the channel's goal

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