Snook - Unnerving TRUE Scary Stories

Episode Date: March 13, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another scary stories video, and today I've got a unique twist. These are all sent in by subscribers. Yes, the subscribers of the Snook channel that you're watching right now, these are all subscriber sent in stories. So that makes it a lot more personal and kind of community driven, and they're all true stories as far as I know. And I hope you enjoy this new kind of series. Let me know down in comments below. Would you like to see some more subscriber sent in stories? I think that this is kind of a cool new series possibly to start. And if you want to send in your own personal story, true or not, please check the description. There's the email. Send it to that email. I'll possibly read your story and I'll possibly shout

you out. And yeah, please comment down below if you'd like to see more of these and send in your stories if you really want to be featured in one of these videos. And thank you so much for stopping by. Please like and subscribe. And the channel's goal is 500,000 subscribers. So please subscribe to the channel. And all right, without further ado, let's get into some unnerving, true scary stories. And before we get into the first one, I will keep the names anonymous because I don't want to docks anybody or say anything that I'm not supposed to say. So I'll just read strictly what they sent in or the story in general. So let's get into them. Hey, Snook, let me start off by saying I love your videos.

Thank you. Really, I appreciate the effort you've been putting into them. Keep up the good work, man. I saw your community post and it compelled me to send in my story. I'm from the Netherlands, which is also where the story takes place. English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors I might have made. If you have the time, I'd love for you to read it and let me know your thoughts. If you end up putting it in a video, that would be even better.

I don't really care about credit. But if you need a name, just call me Lars. Okay, Lars, thank you for the story. Anyways, this is my story. The legend of Ajay Masink, something that should not exist. Before we start, let's get something straight. I know how this sounds. Two dipshit teenagers, a local ghost story, a night filled with poor life choices, and now,

years later, I'm trauma dumping like an unhinged conspiracy theorist with a corkboard full of red string. I get it. If I are you, I'd call bullshit too, but I swear on my shitty dead end life this actually happened. And if you're from the Netherlands, specifically Dipenheim or anywhere near it, you need to listen because Aja Masingk is real. And once you see him, he never really lets you go. The dumbest plan in history. Five years ago when I was 17 and running purely on nicotine, stupidity, and stolen beer, my best friend Danny and I spent most nights doing exactly what you'd expect from two guys

with no future and even less impulse control. Drinking lukewarm Hineken, smoking marlboros that tasted like burnt carpet, stealing traffic signs we had no real use for. Talking about how much Dipeenheim sucked and Hes sucked and. how we'd totally move somewhere cool one day. We are still here. The real horror is economic stagnation. That night, we are already six beers in, lying on our backs in a field, staring at the stars like two philosophers who have never read a book. We had just finished an extremely serious discussion about whether or not birds are real. I still have doubts. When Danny, who had the survival

instincts of a lab rat on MDMA, turned to me and said, you ever heard of Aajima? I groaned. Oh, for fuck's sake. Danny grinned. So that's a yes. Yes, Danny, I've lived here my entire life. Everyone's heard of him. Oh, spooky fog man. Lossol never comes too close. Only appears when the mist is thickest. Whatever. Tell me something new. Danny took a swig from his hip flask because of course he had a hip flask and wiped his mouth on sleeve, which was disgusting. They say if you get close enough. He talks to you. I raised an eyebrow. And no one remember. what he says. Now I would love to tell you that we took this information as a warning, that we as functioning human beings decided to respect the boundaries of reality

and not go looking for the literal cryptid of our town. But Danny and I were about as smart as a bag of wet sand, so instead of, you know, going home like sane people, I crushed my empty beer can, stretched and said, all right, let's go find his creepy ass. And because Danny was the kind of person who would absolutely die first in a horror movie, he grinned and said, Fuck yeah. The Fields of Bad Decisions. The fields were already drowning in fog when we got there. Not the cool, mystical kind that makes everything feel like a dream sequence.

This was thick-ass silent hill fog, the kind that eats sound. Danny took a swig from his flask and lit another cigarette. You scared? No. I lied. This is fucking stupid. Then the smell hit us. Thick.

wet, rotten, like a dead raccoon marinating in hot garbage. Danny gagged, Jesus, fuck, did something crawl up your ass and die? I shoved them, shut up, Danny. Then, somewhere in the mist, a whistle. Soft, casual, like someone whistling while they worked. Danny froze. I took a slow drag, exhaled. Okay, that's actually kind of fucked.

Then from the fog. Breathing. Not normal breathing, deep, ragged, wet, like something with too many lungs. Then he stepped out. The worst possible idea. At first, he was just a shape in the fog, tall, too tall. Limbs just a little too long. Posture just a little too wrong.

His eyes, glossy, black, reflective, like a spider's eyes, but worse. His jaw. slack, unhinged, like it had been ripped open too far and left that way. He didn't move. Didn't run at us. Didn't make any horror movie noises. Just stood there and watched. Danny took another sip from his flask.

Well, shit. I took a drag. Yup. We stared at him. He stared at us. Then because Danny was the human embodiment of, This is How You Die in a Horror Movie, he exhaled and said, You're not scary, bro.

I turned to him, horrified. What the fuck are you doing? Danny shrugged. Dude's just standing there, big whoop. Adj Masek tilted his head. Then he whistled. The exact same whistle we heard before, and for some cosmic,

fucked up reason, that was the single worst thing he could have done. Every nerve in me screamed. Danny's cocky grin vanished. Then, Aja spoke. We should have not have done that. I don't know what he said. Neither does Danny,

but the second the words left his mouth, it felt like something peeled open my skull and vacuumed out a chunk of my memory. Like my brain just went, nope, you don't get to keep that. Danny looked like he was going to vomit. His cigarette had burned to the filter, forgotten between his fingers. Dude, he whispered, we should go. For once in his idiot life, I agreed.

The consequences of our actions. That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't, because after that night, neither of us could let it go. Danny became obsessed. I became paranoid. in both of us, no matter how hard we tried, couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something. Then we met an old man. You won't find what you're looking for, he muttered.

Danny leaned in. Why not? The old man exhaled, lighting a cigarette with shaking fingers. Because it's already found you. We're going back. That was three weeks ago. Since then, the dreams have gotten worse. I wake up at night to the smell.

Thick, wet, rotten. and sometimes when the air is quiet, I hear whistle. Danny and I are going back tonight. We need to see him again. We need to remember. If we don't come back, if this is my last post, then let this be a warning. If you ever hear a whistle in the fog, don't fucking follow it. No matter how drunk, high, or dumb as shit you are.

Hello, Snook. Let me just say I love your channel. It's perfect for listening to during long drives. share with you one of my many, many stories and the one I would consider the worst slash scariest experience I've had to date. Thanks for the kind words. Some background information on me. I have always been interested in the paranormal scene as I've been haunted on multiple occasions for reasons I won't get into. To save on time and length, I attract spirits and they will often make themselves known to me. Every member of my family has seen what I'm talking about and have had their own

experiences too. Anyone who listens to this story does not have to believe me. Hell, if I didn't experience it for myself, I wouldn't believe me. But my hand to God, this story is 100% true. Anyways, here's my story. Back in May 2013, my grandmother passed away and we inherited her home. Seeing as it was much bigger than our own, we moved the 30 minutes away to that house after taking a summer to empty it, clean it up, and make room for my family. After moving in, I started feeling something or someone watching me. At this point in my life, I was no longer strange to the paranormal, so I was quick to try and debunk what this feeling was, chalking it up to just having moved to a house I wasn't familiar with or fully comfortable in yet. That was until I started seeing things.

I would see the silhouette of a shadow figure, walk past a mirror, or peek around a corner, doors would open and close on their own. I started having lucid dreams when I'm not a lucid dreamer. I'm still not a lucid dreamer. I'd hear a disembodied voice from time to time, but outside some very real feeling nightmares, nothing too extreme happened. That was until one Saturday night. I was in our living room watching TV, and it was about 11.30 p.m.

when I decided to turn it off and go upstairs to bed. From the living room I was in, I had to walk through our kitchen, then to the front door and towards the door, where the stairs were right there. As I walked towards the front door and past the front room, I looked in the darkened room to see it being illuminated by the moonlight. I could see our couch, coffee table, TV table, TV that shone in through a big bay window we have, but what stood out to me was I couldn't see the lights on our DVR box, if anyone remembers those. For those unfamiliar, the lights indicated that the box had power, signal was recording, etc. Initially, I thought we'd

lost power, but quickly remembered, I was just watching TV in that room. As I stood there, wondering why I couldn't see the lights on the DVR, my eyes trailed up to see a figure, darker than the dark room it stood in, standing in front of the DVR, looking at me. When I tell you this thing was darker than dark, it's no joke. It was like it absorbed all the light around it, the moonlight that was shining in, illuminated a shoulder, neck and head, except it had no features, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, nothing. This figure was so solid it was blocking the DVR lights, and my first thought was an intruder was in my home. Acting quickly, knowing my father was upstairs sleeping, I turned to run up the stairs. As I began running up the stairs, the figure

chased after me, except this was not a normal run with a pace like step, step, step, step, like you'd expect from any human being running. No, it was fast like steps to step, physically impossible for someone to be that fast. Usain Bolt could never. As I took a breath to yell, Dad, get your gun, I felt two icy, cold, thick hands pushed me hard on my back,

and I fell. Turning to fight my assailant as I landed on the stairs just to see nothing there. I felt a horrific chill surrounded me as my heart pounded in my ears and everything went quiet.

I laid there halfway up the stairs just piecing together what happened in the dark, catching to my breath. I had been having experiences up to this point, so it didn't take me longer than five seconds to deduce the spirit we had in the house just escalated things dramatically. I scrambled the rest of the way up the stairs and to my sister's room, who, to my devastation, was asleep already.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night. We eventually found out who this spirit was. He was connected to the grandma who just passed away earlier that year and whose house we were now living in. After I shared with my mom what information I did have on him so far, don't know how. how I knew it, I just did, she theorized that the man I was describing and didn't have a name for was my grandmother's adopted father, Ed, and he was not a pleasant man in life apparently. According to my mom, he died in the 1960s, 30 years before I was born, I am 28 now, and I didn't even know my grandmother was even adopted at that time. I knew what he looked like

through mental imagery, and I had of him, and we decided to sort through my grandma's dozens of shoeboxes filled with photos to see if I could find a picture. of him for confirmation. Keeping in mind, I didn't know this man existed 15 minutes prior. After about 10 minutes of searching, I found the picture of him I knew I was looking for, recognizing him from the mental images I had. When I turned the photo around telling my mom, this is the guy I keep seeing, my mom's face went pale.

All she could say was, how did you know that was Ed? It was my grandmother's adopted father standing in that picture, and it was the only photo in the whole box of him. He left me alone after that, never bothering me again. I don't know if he wanted to be acknowledged or if him being unmask was the catalyst for him to leave, but that was the last time I ever heard from Ed. This all takes place in the closing days of summer 2021. I was a freshman at the University of Maine, having just moved in two days prior.

We had a run-of-the-mill freshman orientation, located in all of our lecture halls, exploring the student union, and some small icebreaker activities with all our floormates. I'm a very outgoing person, so I'd amass a small group of friends through these events. I'm going to change names as you never know who's listening. My roommate, we'll call Charlie, was a really down-to-earth guy. He played a lot of league and didn't get out a ton, but we all got along really well. A girl will call Olivia, whom I'd met in one of the freshman Facebook chats. She was kind of alternative.

She had purple hair and inviting green eyes. We had been floating online prior to getting to school, and we're hitting it off in person. Finally, there was Cassie. She was a girl from Olivia's high school, who wound up going to University of Maine as well. Olivia didn't know her super well, but she was a friendly face in a new environment. She was sweet, and we were hoping to try and set her up with Charlie. We had just attended an end of orientation barbecue. The sun hung low in the sky, so we ate hamburgers and hot dogs provided by the school.

We finished up and got to leave. I followed close in Olivia's footsteps as we began our walk back to their dorms. She twirled in front of me, throwing our arms back and letting the dying sunlight cascade over her. It's such a beautiful day. How do we feel about an evening stroll? She mused to the group. Charlie looked a little apprehensive, but I gave him the silent look, hoping he'd get the message. We can stop and grab a joint from my car along the way, I said attempting to sell him on the excursion.

He caved and we walked to the student parking lot outside of the astronomy center. I grabbed a little tube from my car and we hit the paved bike path into the woods knowing we had to get off school grounds to avoid a felony. We decided to explore a little further than we had previously. The dog days of summer in Maine are one of the most beautiful times to be in our small state. I felt a sense of gratitude for the privilege to be able to spend the dying light of summer in such a beautiful place. Maine is densely forested and painted with beautiful lakes. The days are filled with a dry haze of heat with a periodic gust of wind to remind you of autumn lurking close by. The trees created a canopy over the path as we walked, obscuring the little sunlight left.

We turned down an unpaved portion of the trail that led out into a massive field of tall grass. We were maybe half a mile from the parking lot, but the lack of lighting made it feel like we were in the middle of the woods. The gentle breeze swept across the grass as we picked a trimmed spot to sit down on. We lit up the joint laid back to admire the vast night sky. It's rare to get moments without any light pollution, and this was breathtaking. We smoked and talked about our summers and our hometowns, our upcoming classes, and what clubs we were looking forward to joining. It was a beautiful moment between new friends.

Out of nowhere, I was struck with an intense, gnawing anxiety. This isn't out of the ordinary for me, so I just tried to shake it off. Olivia's pinky brushed over mine as she looked up at me, our first deliberate touch, sending another flurry of electricity through my nervous system. Even her small touch of reassurance wasn't enough to shake me out of this deep sense of impending doom. It sounds cheesy, but I got the powerful sensation of being watched. I had never felt anything like it, and I still haven't to this day.

It was a primal fear, the ape-brained feeling that something predatory knows where I am. Not wanting to alarm anyone, I said that I think it's time we get back to campus. We stand and as we're getting ready to walk away, Charlie says, do you guys see that? The light? As he points down the trail hugging the outside of the tall grass, and sure enough, I turned to see one circular pale blue light just within the far tree line. The light was completely stationary, as if someone had put a staged light in the middle of the woods.

It was about 150 to 200 yards away, so it was hard to make out any distinguishing features about what was causing the light. but in my conjunction with my anxiety, I didn't feel the need to find out. I mentally reassure myself that it's probably just someone out for a walk with a flashlight, but definitely put a little more pep in my step as we turn to leave. We're about halfway down the paved portion of bike trail when I hear Olivia gasp. I don't have my main cart. I needed to get back in my room, she mutters.

Having absolutely zero desire to turn around, I ask if her roommate could let her in, but she has a single in the office to get a replacement is long closed. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to get out of the woods, but wanting to help the girl I was developing feelings for, I agreed to help her look for it. Olivia and I turned back to go to our smoke spot while Colin and Cassie scanned the path with their flashlights. Mentally kicking myself for doing exactly what gets people killed in horror movies,

we get back to the spot. Fortunately, Olivia's main card is resting right in the grass. She bends down to pick it up as I scanned down the trail. Sure enough, the light is there, and of course it's closer. About 50 yards from us, emanating from the tall grass, I have full-blown fighter flight response. I'd like to say I jumped into action and got us out of there, but I completely froze up. Fear racked my body, completely stalling my thoughts and freezing my body in place. Olivia follows my gaze as she sees it too.

She lets out a startled gas but stifles it with her hand. She grabs my hand with her opposite and yanks me back. towards the parking lot shaking me out of the trance the last thing i want to do is turn my back to it but i have to so i don't trip as we half walk half run down the trail we hit the tree line and i glanced over my shoulder to see that the light is gone not sure whether to feel better or worse i focus on putting one foot in front of the other as i hit a rhythm it feels like the air around me flexes tuning my ears to my surroundings i clear as day hear my sister's voice over my left shoulder my sister lives in D.C., hundreds of miles away, but it was absolutely her voice. I don't remember the word

spoken. It sounded like a whisper too close to my ear, but I could unmistakably make out my sister's voice. She's been my best friend my entire life, and I know it anywhere. This stirred me into an all-out sprint, still holding Olivia's hand. I pull her full speed down the trail and out into the bargain lot. We scare Charlie and Cassie as we come bounding out of the woods. They frantically act. They frantically asked us what was wrong, but Olivia and I had no answer. We just looked at each other as we cast for breath. No words come into mind for what we just experienced. Slightly reassured by the street lights, we walked the girls back to the dorm, eager to get as far away from the woods as possible. Clearly rattled from the experience, Olivia shakily opens her door and gives me a long stare

before ducking inside. Charlie and I get home and I collapse on my bed and I struggle to fall sleep but eventually drift off. Nobody ever spoke of it and it eventually faded to the back of my mind in a scary experience. Olivia and I went on to date for a few months, never speaking about it more than just, that was weird and scary. We wound up breaking up in February, nothing hostile, just different people. We met up into my car to have one last closure talk in the same parking lot from months earlier. As the conversation comes to a close, she asked if she can ask me a dump question, thinking it's about a relationship. I say, of course. But she quietly asks, That night in the woods, did you hear anything? I tell her about my sister's voice and I can

see her grow pale. She can find it in me that she heard her grandfather's voice whisper. I'm always close by in her ear. Honestly, I have no idea what to make of this. I'm not a particularly the spiritual person and prefer to find rational explanations, but I've struggled with this one. One thought I had was being paranoid because of the weed, but I smoked heavily at the time and still do, and I've never experienced any paranoid slash psychoactive effects. The town of Orno in school campus does sit on the indigenous homelands of the Wabanaki people. Like I said, I'm not spiritual, but if anyone knows anything about the woods here, it's the people who've been living in them for thousands of years.

I don't know if they have any similar legends of Skinwalkers or Wendigo's. I don't necessarily allocate this to an encounter with a spirit such as those, but some of my experience does line up with those tales. I've never heard them described as lights, but the voices we heard were very unnerving. I've since consumed a lot of media surrounding those pieces of folklore, and that's part of why I wanted to share my experience. Believe me or don't.

This experience still chills me to the core to this day. Thanks for reading. Hey, Snook, I've been watching your channel for about a couple of months now. I really enjoy the stories that you narrate and hope to see more. But without all that aside, I have a personal story which I've been meaning to share with the internet for a while now. Here it goes. Also, I'd to warn you that English isn't my first language, so sorry about any errors and thank you for that kind compliment. and uh thank you so much for watching and without further ado let's get into her story this incident

happened way back in 2013 or 2014 i think i was about 67 years old at the time since i was so young i don't remember every exact detail of what went down but i refreshed my memory by talking to my mother about the incident i come from a very small family of just me my parents and our two dogs jenny and rosa during the time of the story taking place my dad got transferred from one state to another the The move was very short-noticed and spontaneous, and I remember crying my butt off because I was so upset I'd have to leave my friends in my hometown. Since we were so short-notice, my dad was having an incredibly hard time trying to find a place to rent for the three of us, including the dogs to stay at. After days of trying of us having to stay at a hotel for the time, my dad finally found an apartment at an extremely cheap price for what it had to offer. It was a big apartment, very big in fact.

Even as a child, I could understand that for three people, two dogs, this was a huge place this day at. But like textbook horror movie style, the rent was incredibly cheap, and since my parents were desperate, and although some red flags were going out in my parents' minds, we decided to move in. During the moving process, our neighbors came in and helped us move from stuff, but my parents couldn't help and notice how some of them looked at us with a look of pity, and some went even as far to ask my dad straight up about why he decided to move here. They chalked it up to people with no social filters. Plus, my parents didn't really like making friends or getting to know the neighbors better, so they just let it be. Before getting any

further, I'd like to point something out. Where I'm from, there isn't a lease or a month-to-month system of renting apartments. You talk to the landlord, you give them some money in advance and boom, you're good to go. The landlord gives you a specified date to turn us rent, and if you do that on a monthly basis, no requirement of any signatures. Let me explain the late. out of the apartment to you. It was a huge apartment with three bedrooms enough to fit a king-sized bed along with closets or bedside tables. The ceilings were freaking huge. There was a big-ass kitchen with built-in ovens and those refrigerators which are like connected to the walls. Yes, it was a pre-furnished kitchen. My mom was very happy about it at least. Two bedrooms had an interconnected bathroom and one

bathroom next to the storage unit. The living room had an empty wall where we kept the TV. The first bedroom, which is the only one my parents decided to take, had an attached balcony, from which you could see the porch. I decided to take the bedroom next to my parents, and the other bedroom was left to be used for guests. The first week was fine, for us humans at least. The dogs, from the moment setting their foot in the house,

were always on edge. Jenny was a Labrador-coldom mix and was one of the sweetest and most obedient dogs we ever had. She was growling at every corner of the house. She refused to enter my parents' bedroom, so she and Rosa slept with me on the bed. Rosa was a small dog and was relatively quiet and peaceful for her age, even she was going nuts whenever she was in the vicinity of my parents' bedroom.

Some people say that kids can sense evil. When something is wrong and even at my young age, that apartment just gave me the creeps. I was always down and irritated and did not like interacting with my parents about anything while being in the house. But when I was at school, I was happy, jolly and acting how a seven-year-old should. It was like a sudden shift of energy whenever I was in the apartment, like someone had flipped a switch and boom. There was once again a nod of my stomach from simply being in that place.

Being transferred wasn't enough of a hassle for my dad as he had to leave for weeks on end for attending business trips. Whenever he was gone, me and my mom would sleep in my parents' bedroom, and I could not stress this enough, something was just so fucking off in that bedroom, it just felt like death. Even my mom was feeling it, but just chalked it up to the feeling of being in the new environment. The dog still refused to sleep in my parents' bedroom, and were hence always in my room or the living room. Things only started deteriorating from that point on. I felt sick and wasn't recovering. Just a random fever out of nowhere, which wasn't going away. My mom cut her fingers from seemingly doing nothing and the wound wasn't healing. The dogs weren't eating properly and even they were

falling ill. My parents were fighting 24-7 while being in that apartment. It's almost as if the love between them had vanished almost entirely. I'd never seen them fight so intensely before and all of it was starting to take a toll on my mental and physical health as well. Due to my ill health, I had to miss several days of school and wasn't doing a good job there either. My parents began sleeping in separate bedrooms. My dad slept in the guest one and me and my mom slept in the weird bedroom, the one with all the bad vibes in it. During nights, me and my mom would hear a woman's weeping, but we would just chalk it up to our minds playing tricks on us or someone from the neighboring apartments crying. We would hear water trickling down from somewhere, don't know where.

There were no leaks, no piping issues, nothing. I'd hear the tap water running, but when I would ask my mom to check the washroom, the taps were dry. Amongst all of it, the worst thing to have happened to me in that apartment are the nightmares. I never had any nightmares ever in my life, prior to moving into that apartment, that is. I started having vivid in horrifying nightmares of demons and monsters and of a woman who slit my throat. I'd wake up wailing my throat off. This happened so often that my mother was half expecting the neighbors to send complaints to a landlord and have us thrown out, but surprisingly, no complaint or letter ever came in, almost as if the neighbors knew,

that this was going to happen. That apartment is also the only place where I experienced sleep paralysis or hallucinations. I'd hallucinate having full-blown conversations with a guy who didn't have hands. When I inquired about it to my mom years later, she told me she had no idea what guy I was talking about. One day, my parents were out for some work

and I was at home with my neighbor's daughter. We were just playing around and doing whatever. It was just what kids do, when suddenly she had to go use the washroom. He decided to use the one of my parents' bedroom for some recent, and came back looking as white as a ghost. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she just saw some guy walk in through the balcony

and go into my parents' washroom. And I don't know what went through my mind, but I decided to check the washroom. And not surprisingly, there wasn't anybody there. And the balcony door was locked. Days went on, things started getting even more bad. My parents were practically on the brink of divorcing. I ended up with a fever that just wouldn't go away. And the worst of all, Jenny died.

Just died. No explanation. We just woke up and found her dead. Her death is the reason I can't watch any horror movies with pets in it, like the Conjuring movie. After Jenny's death, my mom threatened my dad to take me with her to my grandparents' place and leave him forever if he didn't find a new place ASAP. So my dad decided to search some more. Unfortunately, we found another apartment, away from this part of the city,

but still decently sized at a not so decent price, but we were willing to sell our arms for an apartment at this point. A week before our sales would move, my mother couldn't take it anymore, it anymore and decided to go next door and have a conversation with the same woman who had helped us during the moving process and had been given us odd looks she told her what had been going on and us deciding to leave the woman looked at her with the sort of same pity on her face as if this wasn't something insane that had been going on and rather a normal occurrence when my mother stopped talking the woman paused and told her well upon hearing that you're moving in i couldn't help but wonder

why you decided to move here of all places. I mean, you should have heard what happened there, right? My mom shook her head and said no. That is when the lady's eyes widened and she stammered because she wasn't expecting my mom to give that answer. After pressing her for detail, she finally said something that basically froze my mother in place. Apparently, several years ago,

back when the apartment complex was first built, a newlywed couple had moved in. The man was supposedly a piece of shit, he drank all day, didn't work, and was unfaithful. He beat her wife mercilessly and on several occasions even knocked her out. Neighbors heard her crying all night. When she noticed that they could hear her, she would turn on the taps of her washroom, so a means of suppressing the noise of her sobs. Police couldn't do anything because the woman did not want to press any charges, but she apparently still loved him.

But one day upon hearing that her husband was planning on leaving her for another girl, she couldn't take it anymore, and hanged herself in her bedroom. Guess which fucking bedroom? was it? Yes, the one where my parents slept. After hearing that, my mom took me and Rosa. We spent the next week in a hotel while my dad was finishing up the move-out process. My dad grilled the landlord as to why he didn't disclose his crucial information to us prior to us moving in, but he just apologized and gave us the refund of one month. Safe to say from that point onwards, whenever we had to move somewhere, my mother would ask every little detail from the landlord to the neighbors about the place.

The Blind Truth. This story all started just last year. My four buddies and I had decided to go on a guy's camping trip. Since we're all married, we thought it would be a great idea to get out of the house and get together just like old times. Especially since our wives all went on a girl's trip the year prior. My buddies and I have pretty much been friends since our high school days. Now, we're all in our late 30s, except for Brad.

He's the oldest friend in the group. He had just turned 40 a few months before, so he's usually the bud. out of everyone's jokes. Then there's Mikey, the second oldest. I'm the middle child of the group. Then we have Steve, the second to youngest, and then Josh, who is by far the funniest person out of all of us. After a few weeks of contemplating, we had all decided to stay in the old log house cabin we've camped that years prior. We've actually camped there on multiple occasions in our late teens and early 20s, especially since it was owned by Mikey's grandfather before we passed on. Back in the day, we've all had plenty of encounters with different creatures, raccoons and elk,

just to name a few, but last year was an experience I won't forget and trust me, I tried. Wow, this place looks a lot smaller than it did when we were kids, I said as we walked into the cold and abandoned-looking log house. The smell of the old musty air and the breeze hit me in the face as we walk in. Yeah, I expected to feel a bit more welcoming, Mikey said as he dropped its backpack to the foot of the old dusty sofa. The furniture was riddled with spider webs from years of just sitting and being untouched. But as Josh pulled out some matches from his pocket and lit the candles in the living room, I couldn't help but feel weirded out by the feeling it gave me. The glow of the candles gently shining off of the furniture and the chipped painted old walls made me uneasy. I felt the cold

feeling of dread. At the time, I couldn't put my finger on it, but the entire vibe of the cabin just seemed off. I look around at everyone's faces. We all had the same weirded out expression, well, except for Mikey. I guess since his grandfather owned. the place he must be used to the vibe the calm look on mike's face gave me a slight feeling of relief as we continued bringing our bags into the cabin the sun began to set steve trying to break the creepy vibe had began playing his portable speaker out loud the sound of 1980s rock and roll had echoed through the old dead trees we all began singing along for a while it brought us back to the old days when we were kids we began laughing hysterically as josh sang every word unnecessarily aggressively his voice

over took the loud echoes of the speaker. I remember laughing until I got lightheaded. That's when a certain smell hit me in the face. The smell is putrid, with a sickly, rotting, flesh, stench. I look around expecting to see a dead animal, like a dead deer or raccoon or something. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. That's until I looked over there. Right on the edge of the tall tree line. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. I saw a wolf standing on all fours. It looked sick and abnormally thin with abnormally long legs. Its eyes were a glowing neon red. They felt cold and unwelcoming, almost like it was staring into my soul. I began to get the same feeling that I had when we first arrived at the cabin an hour prior. Slowly I began packing away and reaching for my gun,

a Smith & W. W. 500 revolver. I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine when I remembered that it wasn't loaded. I know it was stupid of me to have a weapon with no ammo. Rule number one, When you're deep in the woods, never leave all your ammo inside of your luggage in case of emergencies like this. I could feel my pulse beating in my hands and felt a wave of a sweat in my fingertips. I then froze. It was almost like my body had lost the ability to respond to my brain in its flight or flight system. Then I watched as this creature, which by now I assumed wasn't a wolf, was now slowly but surely standing up on its two hind legs. Similar to a man, a very tall and thin man.

Its rib cage pushing against its skin, had the muscle definition of a human but the head of a wolf or a coyote or something. It looked to be about nine or ten feet tall, with its long limbs now dangling at its side. Then, before I could turn around and sprint back towards the log house, something grabbed my shoulder. On instinct, I turned around, ready to fight for my life. Tim, what are you looking at? A recognizable voice interrupted my focus. Brad's massive hand stopped me from throwing a punch off of pure instinct.

stink. Everything okay? He added. I laid out a big sigh, not noticing that I had been holding my breath in utter disbelief from what I just saw. I turned back around facing the tree line and immediately pointed in the direction of the creature, but when I looked again, it was gone. Seemingly vanished back into the wall of trees. I then began speaking in between breaths. I think I just saw a wolf or a man, I said nervously. Brad quickly replied by asking, a wolf or a man? Which one is it? I continued.

It had the head of a wolf, but its eyes were glowing red. Then it stood up like a man. It was obvious that he didn't believe me. Okay, so a wolf man with glowing red eyes? He then chuckled and added, I think he may be hallucinating. Then I thought about it. Earlier in the day, I had taken some headache medication,

and ironically, some of the common side effects are paranoia or hallucinations. But was I hallucinating? I mean, what are the odds of seeing wolves out there? Ever since we were kids, we've seen an occasional fox or maybe a deer on rare occasions, but never have I ever seen a wolf, let alone with glowing red eyes. Yeah, maybe I am hallucinating, I responded. My breathing began to slow back down. Brad chuckled again upon seeing me in a state of panic, assuming it was the medicine I took.

We then walked back to finish helping to bring our stuff inside the house. I was confident that I was hallucinating, but I kept thinking about how stupid I must have look trying to explain what I saw or what I thought I saw. Later that night, all five of us were sitting on the porch. The echo of our favorite rock band still lurk through the cold, naked, and old trees escaping into the pitch black sky. After a while, we started to reminisce at the good old times, you know, the days before we're on responsibilities. We began laughing uncontrollably about how stupid we once were and our crazy decisions as kids. I laughed so hard, I felt like I had to vomit. We all had alcohol in our system, so that made the situation.

even funnier. Half-empty beer bottles sat across the log, house, porch. Whenever we got the chance to get together, we like to drink every so often. We never tried to drink heavily, but just enough to feel a slight buzz, though sometimes we can get a little carried away. By then I had almost completely forgotten about the incident. Well, if it wasn't for Brad, bringing it up to our buddies. Somehow the conversation went from talking about our old high school crushes to wild animal attacks. Honestly, I don't know how that conversation started, but we're all super random when it comes to are half-drunken conversations. Tell us about your quote, unquote, encounter earlier, Tim, Brad joked. He grinned and took another sip of his beer. All eyes turned to my direction.

Mikey sat as now empty bottle on the floor. What encounter, he asked. He seemed intrigued, so I decided to just describe what I saw. I went into as much detail as I could in just a few minutes. It ended off with, if you guys don't believe me, I don't blame you. Maybe I was hallucinating. Just as I expected. everyone laughed. Steve and Josh began making jokes about how they assumed my reaction was when I first saw it. I've never been one of those guys that take themselves super serious. I can't take a joke, so I laughed at their imitation of me. For the most part, it was pretty good. Everyone was almost falling out of their chairs laughing. Everyone except Mikey. I immediately stopped laughing when I noticed

how bothered he looked. I watched his face show a range of different emotions, one after the other. His face went from confusion to deep in thought, and then I'll never forget the face he made last. It was almost like it was just dawned on him that were all in danger. A look of pure horror and dread. At this point, Mikey took a deep breath and swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. Are you sure that's what you saw? A sternness in his nervous voice. Before I could answer him, he stood up.

By this point, everyone had stopped laughing and became confused. I hesitated. Yeah, why I asked. He stared in my eyes. I could almost feel the fear in his face. I don't think it's a wolf or a man that you saw. At this point, Steve had paused the music, which added to the eerie mood. In a concerning voice, he says,

I think we may need to keep on the lookout from now on. If you guys hear or see anything weird, just let me know. Steve says, what's going on? Am I missing something? Mikey took a minute to respond, like he was still processing what was racing through his mind. After a brief moan with silence, Mikey says, My grandfather used to tell me stories of the creatures that you just described. He never went past the tree line after dark because, in his words, the monsters lurked in the form of wolves.

He then told me that I'll understand one day. I never believed him then. Not saying that I believe it now, but I don't know what to believe. I began thinking about the encounter that I had earlier that day. After hearing Mikey speak his grandfather's words, my senses immediately jumped to high alert. I could feel the energy shift, and I saw the look on horror on everyone's face. Steve, still in denial, interrupted. Then why should we believe that?

Have you ever seen one yourself? Mikey responded immediately saying, I haven't, but I don't think it's a coincidence that Tim just described everything that my grandfather said he's seen years ago to a tea. Josh, who had only been joking up until this point, seemed to be very focused in. But we haven't seen anything at all, so I just, I wouldn't put all my crabs in one bucket yet. until we see something fishy. Me, on the other hand at this point, I just want to go home, especially after realizing that what I seen earlier has the potential of being real.

We all sat and talked for another few minutes before going in the house. I don't know why, but I started to get the strange feeling that we were being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck stood as I felt the eyes of the unknown lock on to me. Yeah, this is the time I'm saying here, I thought to myself. We went into the house and immediately went down the tiny hallway into the bedroom on the left. That was the room that Brad, Steve, and I were sharing, each of us having a flat and uncomfortable sleeping bag laid on the floor across the room. The room on the right was shared by Mikey and Josh.

That was Mikey's room whenever he visited his grandfather when he's younger, so he still had a more comfortable mattress to lay on. Brad, on the other hand, just like us, had to use some kind of sleeping bag that we had. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful due to the fact that we were all still kind of feeling buzzed from the beers we had. So despite how uncomfortable I felt, it wasn't long until I closed my eyes to go to sleep. Hey, wake up, a voice whispered. I opened my eyes, still half asleep.

For a split second, I assumed that this was a prank. It's always been an unwritten rule that the first person who falls asleep usually gets prank the worst. I'm not in the mood, so I was already pissed, but I woke up to a terrible smell. I immediately looked down at my watch. It's 2.45 a.m. I wipe my eyes to see both Josh and Mikey standing just inside the doorway. I assume they were pranking us with some kind of disgusting object that was causing the stench, but I realized it was a familiar smell from yesterday.

But this time, it was stronger. Like whatever it was is actually close to them before. I almost felt sick. I looked at both Josh and Mikey, and they were completely frozen with fear. Yeah, the guy who can just never take anything of himself seriously. And the other tough guy are both now frozen with fear. I started to ask what's wrong, but before. I could even form my lips as just say it, Josh's eyes opened wide and he put his fingers to his

lips and began shushing me. Josh whispered, we saw something or someone peeking into our window, but I couldn't tell what it was. Then Mikey added, it was tall with long glimpse. It didn't look normal at all. Brad, who had that most to drink out of all of us, laid past down on the floor. Steve was now awake with an annoyed look. He hated being woken up in the middle of the night. To be completely transparent, I do too, but I digress. Steve with an angry look out blurts out, guys, what are you doing? Before anyone could answer, a sudden scratching sound had started to send chills down my spine. It sounds like rodents crawling around in the walls, but it has a more dense sound to it,

kind of like how a knife would sound if it was slowly running across the wall. We all jumped up and stood on alert. Brad was now awake, I guess him smelling the stench, where the sound in the wall had woken him up at this point. of the scratching got louder and went from a slight scratch to a piercing noise. I grabbed my revolver which I had stashed right next to my sleeping bag. We all slept with our weapons. I learned my lesson from the day before and loaded my gun as soon as I got into the house yesterday after the first incident. Now based on how eerie this cabin has been, something tells me I might need to use it soon. The scratching sound went from what sounded like the wall inside Mikey's room to slowly

making its way to the wall in our room. I raised my gun towards the wall. It was at this point that I that I realized that the sound is creeping towards our window. I quickly point my gun at the window seal, ready to end this nightmarish feeling that I had. Suddenly, it was a big thump that rattled the cabin, and dust rained off the ceiling onto us. My eyes began to burn from the dust that covered the room and falling directly into my face. I yell in agony. I can't see. I panicked and fell to one knee. That was when the chaos ensued. One of my senses are now taken out of the fight, but I'll explain what I heard. I heard the glass window break, then gunfire. My buddies began shooting at whatever it was that broke into the window. Not the kind of gunfire you hear when you and your friends are shooting

the animals were fun. This was different. What I heard was the sound of a war zone. The shots rang out for about 20 seconds, but it felt like minutes. As the gunshots rang out, I heard Mikey let out a painful scream. It almost sounded like he was a kid again. That's a scream I remember him doing years ago when he had his broken ankle. I desperately wipe my eyes trying to clear the dust. I desperately wipe my eyes trying to clear the dust off my face. Soon after the gunfire had stopped, the smell of gun smoke and dust covered the air, leaving a thick wall of the mix of the two in the house. In a commanding tone, I hear, we have to get out of here.

Then I feel a pair of hands helped me to my feet. Get to the truck now. Another voice, who I assumed was Josh then said, I had my gun to move in my hand the whole time, but I couldn't see. Last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally shoot one of my best friends. Somehow I made it outside, even though I couldn't see anything. My eyes were burning like crazy, half blind. I sprinted like an Olympic athlete to go to the truck.

The whole time running I felt that feeling again. The feeling of being watched, but this time it was more intense, almost overwhelming. We all made it to the car, leaving our things in the cabin. I felt the car started up and the tires digging in the dirt as we sped off into the night, leaving all of our belongings behind. By this time, my eyes began to clear up. Even though my eyes were still burning, I looked back at the cabin to get a glimpse of what exactly was taking place just seconds ago. As we're speeding that 90 miles an hour down through the dirt path,

I noticed something was moving just as fast as we were, trying to catch up with us. It was in the woods on the side of the dirt road, so I couldn't see exactly what it was, but the trees were moving as if something big was moving through them, like tall grass in a field. I assumed it was the same creature I saw a day earlier. I rolled the window down and take multiple shots into the trees. I must have hit the creature at least once because then it led out a piercing scream. Not a scream that I would expect, though. This scream sounded exactly like the scream I heard earlier.

Mikey scream. Suddenly, the trees stopped moving and the screams got further and further away. At first, I thought I actually shot Mikey, but it quickly left my mind. That's weird, I thought. I found it weird because I looked in the front seat and there was Mikey driving the car. Everyone sat in silence for the next seven hours on the way home, except to stop for gas or an occasional bathroom break. It was evident that I must have been lucky not to be able to see exactly what happened back there.

I was the only person who didn't see the events that took place, but it wasn't until we were about a mile away from home that Mikey decided to tell me exactly. What happened? Back at the cabin when the big thump hit the roof, dust from the ceiling filled the room. But Mikey proceeded to tell me that when the dust had gotten into my eyes, two wolf creatures had appeared outside. It was two of them. It had a human face with the features of a wolf, if that makes sense. He had a hard time explaining it, but I understood everything he said. Then he said something that haunted me. One of them had crawled down off the roof and looked into the window while it was upside down. It was terrifying. Its eyes were red and that.

Then. Mikey paused for a second to gather his thoughts. What happened? I asked. He then continued and said, he mimicked my voice, my childhood voice, it screamed and sounded just like me, almost like it had been watching me since I was ten years old or something. By this point, I was petrified from what Mikey told me, but it gets even worse. He continued.

Tim, when you were trying to get the dust out of your eyes, it was reaching towards you. He was so close to grabbing you, but we shot it. I ran off into the darkness outside. We all ran out of ammo, so we all decided to make a run for the truck. That's when we were running out to the truck. I looked back and I saw a tall, dark figure standing beside the cabin, but it wasn't chasing us. It just smiled at us. It wasn't a human smile.

It was an evil, terrifying type of smile. Its jaw was dislocated and its teeth were sharp and disgusting looking. I couldn't take hearing what he was telling me, so I cut him off mid-conversation. He understood. And then we went back into complete silence with the rest of the buddies, who all now looked like shells of themselves. I've never been in a car with them for this long without us laughing or joking or having some kind of contact, but for seven hours straight, nothing.

That's how I knew it was true. I knew something was off about that cabin. I'm just glad that we made it out in one piece. That was just last year. Ever since then, we've decided to never go back into those woods again. We barely even talk about the times we shared in the cabin as kids back in the day anymore, even though they are some of the best memories. This last experience ruined how we view our childhood adventures.

Today, we're all still good friends, but we try not to bring out this situation. Ever since that incident, I've been diagnosed with anxiety disorder, and my wife and I have moved to the city not too long after. I don't feel safe in the middle of the backcountry anymore. I constantly feel like I have to be around people, which ironically triggers my anxiety even more. I absolutely hate feeling like this. I guess Mikey's grandfather wasn't just a crazy old man after all.

I don't know. I'll probably get over this one day. But if not, it's one lesson I've learned throughout all of this. Don't go lurk into the woods at night. Why? Because the monsters lurk in the form of wolves. And all right, guys, that wraps up some unnerving, true, scary stories. I hope you enjoyed this video.

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