Snook - Unsettling Stories From 4Chan

Episode Date: July 11, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4chan story video. And today we're going to be getting into some unsettling stories from 4chan. You guys have been loving these videos and I've been loving recording them. So I'll keep making them as long as you guys keep watching them. Please comment down below if you'd like to see stories like this in the future and videos like this in the future. And please like the video and subscribe to the channel. Helps out a ton. And the channel's goal is 500,000 subscribers.

So please subscribe so you can get there sooner. And yeah, these stories are great. I love every single one. They're kind of weird. scary, creepy, and as the tile says, unsettling. So without further ado, let's get into some unsettling stories from 4chan. B-13, living in Marindella, a small city in the north of Portugal, pick-related. Starting my ninth grade, decent circle friends, but nonetheless a bit of a loner most of the time.

Notice a new girl joined the class, Kiebernet, also seemingly around my age, had a bit of a goth style to her, not to the point of piercings and black nails but almost always dressed in black. Get paired up with her for project on the first week and end up chatting. Find out we have the same taste in music and movies and inevitably become good friends. She was fatherless, moved into town with her mother recently, ridiculously intelligent, far more than you'd expect from anyone her age, was even enthusiastic about philosophy and got me reading into Schopenhauer and Sartre at fucking 13. It was also a loner.

Didn't hang out with many colleagues other than me, mainly because their long existentialist reflections seemed to bore anyone, eventually became really close friends, almost platonic lovers. One day she invites me to her house for dinner, actually a little surprised by how long it took to get invited to her place, given how often she dropped by mine. That evening, we meet by the school when she leads the way. We start heading out of town. Half an hour later, we're walking around tall grass fields and dirt paths as night settles in. Can't help but feel a little scared since I don't want to be out in complete darkness. She tells me not to worry and kindly holds my hand.

After maybe another half hour, with almost total darkness setting in, we follow a dirt road into a forested area. Fear is really kicking in, about to beg her to go back when she suddenly says we arrived. In front of us is an old, large, integrated house, heavily obstructed by darkness, but nonetheless being a striking sight. Not exactly a mansion, but still really large, with three floors and an old Alpha Romeo parked on the driveway. The door is unlocked. We walk in. She turns on the lights.

The interior actually looks decent, lots of old furniture, but all of it relatively well taken care of, unlike the torn-up exterior implied. My fear turns into curiosity. I can't help but feel intrigued by the house and bombard her with questions about it. The best she can say is that her mother got it as heritage from her distant uncle a few years ago and only now felt like it would be fitting to move here. After showing me the bottom floor round, proudly displaying her collection of LPs and VHS in the living room, the 80s Phillips VHS player, was the closest to a modern apparatus in the entire house, and are packed up and thoroughly organized bookshelves in the office. She takes me to the dining room. Asked me to

wait there while she goes upstairs to call her mother for dinner. As she leaves the room, I contemplate, how silent the house is? The only audible sounds being the tremulous tree tops in the surrounding woods exposed to the wind and the light hum of an electricity generator probably around the back. Someone confused with the whole situation, but far more intrigued by my friend and her mother's eccentric lifestyle than scared by it. In a moment she comes back, tells me her mother is working in the attic and wants us to have dinner there. Now I'm really confused. What is her mother working on the attic and why can't she just come down for dinner instead?

She explains her mother as a dressmaker and uses the attic as her studio. And as such, spends the entire day there and doesn't want to interrupt her work to go downstairs. Unsatisfactory explanation, but all right. As we get to the upper floor, I notice it is in significantly poor condition than the lower. The walls of the corridor we pass by look slightly dirty and much of the wooden floor covering seems to be torn off. She tells me not to mind that division and explains her mother is still on the process of refurnishing the house. The attic stairs are at the end of the corridor. We climb them up.

The attic is an ample but poorly lit space. I am assaulted by a labyrinth of dresses hanged in washing lines spread across the attic. Most of them looked ripped and dirty. definitely unlike anything a dressmaker would be producing. A disgusting smell reeked across the room. I can't even properly describe how unpleasant it was. She just calmly makes her way through all the clothes. I try to keep up while covering my face and disgust.

Hey, Mom, here's the friend I told you about, I hear my friend say. Finally come out at the end of the mess. Regret doing so in the following second as my brain processes what I'm suddenly looking at. Right in front of me is a morbidly decaying corpse With almost more bone visible than the horrendous rotting flesh Sitting on a chair in front of a small table With a lit candle over it I can't even properly react to what the fuck is this goddamn thing

Now that we're all here together we can finally have dinner at last my friend says seemingly talking to the rotting cadaver before her Nope nope nope no the fuck out. Heart pounding faster than it ever did in my entire life, run through the labyrinth of dresses and quickly head downstairs, rush to the front door of the house as fast as I can. She starts screaming angrily at me.

I have no idea of what the fuck she's saying, and I don't even take the time to listen to it. Smash through the front door. Run away into the surrounding forest with no idea of where to go. The only thing I can make out of all our spontaneous screaming is an almost tear-jerked, don't leave me as I rush into the woods. Run through the pitch black forest for what seemed like torturous hours from my young teenager brain,

crying until I'm out of tears to pour out. End up finding a highway. The first driver that passes by and notices me on the side of the road, miraculously stops and gives me a ride back into town. Get back home. Parents are surprised to hear me arrive close to midnight, but immediately understood something happened as soon as they see me walking to the living room, covered in sweat, with my clothes torn up from running through the middle of the woods.

tell them the shit I went through. Needless to say, they were skeptical about such an absurd-sounding story, but nonetheless, presumed that. Was I telling the truth? I must have been the victim of a prank from her, eventually involving a false corpse dummy or similar, decide they're going to talk with her teachers to track down her parents and shed some light on her inappropriate attitude.

They go to the school the next day to clear it up, far too damn scared to leave my house. and at the same time I was terrified to be in my house given she knew where I lived, invited over the bevious friend I had at the time under the paranoia of her showing up. Parents came back, told her she was registered into the school by her mother during early summer vacations. The school management wasn't able to contact the mother ever since. No phone calls were picked up and, given no one understood where her address was located, all letters were returned to send her.

Give how any problems the lack of contact or their mother was causing, They tried calling the girl to clear everything up on that exact moment, but she was missing that day. And so was she missing throughout the rest of the week. And so was she missing throughout the next week. And so was she missing throughout the rest of the month. I was invaded by a mist of self-concern and a legitimate concern for her. On one hand, my juvenile couldn't help,

but imagine she could be up to something. On the other hand, I was seriously worried about her and fearing for what could have had. happened to that poor, desperate, lunatic. We tried finally in a missing person report to the police, but we didn't have her face, hardly knew anyone who spoke to her, and still weren't capable of reaching her mother. It eventually ended up being futile when we had nothing but her name to prove she even existed. But she was never heard of again. It's been close to an entire decade since that happened. Some years after I moved to the capital, Lisbon, but I still often go north to

visit my family, and I still know that town like the palm of my hand, and I still have no idea where that damn house of terror is. Something is happening. I live out in the middle of nowhere. I moved here two months ago, and my parents are coming to visit me. When I searched my house on Google to give them directions, I noticed a small box behind my house, which seems to be a trailer of some sort. I own a lot of land out here. It's my property. I own about three square miles. Now, I went out a few minutes ago, and the trailer is a three to four minute walk into the woods. There's a light on in the trailer, but there's no road or anything that connects it. It's pretty deep in the woods.

The road I live on goes far out, and I'm the last house on the street. I'm thinking about going to investigate. Should I? Here is a layout of my property. The trailer seems to be in decent condition. Not the best condition. So let's say fair condition. Yes, but I'm kind of scared somebody is living in it. It's known that homeless people take shelter in old barns out around here. Yep, I have a shotgun and a rifle and a few handguns. The woods are deep and heavy. Tons of weeds and shit. It's hard to get through. Well, it's possible they are using some power source rather than

country power, such as generator or something. I'm not very rich. This property cost it about 24, grand with the land. It's in the middle of nowhere. The closest McDonald's is an hour away. The closest Walmart is a good 20 to 30 minutes. The biggest town near me has a population of 15,000 people, and that's 30 minutes away. I have three square miles and never been anywhere except the barn on my property. There was a river somewhere on it, but I've never been to it. I have no clue, to be honest. I know a friend of mine had a whole city of homeless people living in the woods on his property a mile from civilization and tents. I wouldn't doubt if there's a homeless camp somewhere in my property too.

Anyways, I'm going to go check it. It takes three to four minutes to get there, so I'll be back in like 15. All right, guys, sorry to break the bad news. It turns out somebody is in fact living there and has been living off the land for around a year now. When I walked up to the house, I saw a shadow looking out the window, so at that point I really had no choice but to go up and knock. So I did, and there was a man in his late 40s or early 50s.

He admitted that he was stealing power from me. However, other than that, he has been living off the land and even as garden and really hunts for food. I'm probably not going to evict him or anything. I could care less as long as the guy's friendly. I told him to come over tomorrow and we can talk. I was going to take some pictures, but it was dark and he would know I was taking pictures because of the flash. I didn't want to anger him or something. So I guess I'm going to talk with him in the morning.

I will most likely let him stay. Sorry for the boring ending. nobody died tonight. But wait, there's more. Well, fuck, now I heard a gunshot. I didn't shoot off a gun and it sounded like he was from a distance. He wasn't shooting at me. Somebody's knocking at my door.

I see two shadows, not one. This guy's not alone. I'm not answering the door. I'm staying in my house. I have a shotgun and I'm in a good position. I have a handgun and a assault rifle as well. I'm in a corner so I don't have to watch my back. I fired a warning shot from my handgun and they are now yelling at me.

I'm not entirely sure what they are yelling at. I shot at my wall. They are ugly anyways and need repainted. Fuck, they just broke my window now. I'm just shooting the general area of where they are. They have not fired back in me except from the gunshot I heard earlier. I have now called the police and they are on their way. They should be here in 15 to 20 minutes.

I shot one and killed one. The other is retreated. The police are on their way, but one of the... is on the porch with a gunshot wound at the chest. I'm gonna take a picture real fast for you guys. I'm kind of scared to go out and get a picture so. I hope a picture through the window is okay. Guys, my house is on fucking fire.

The other guy lit him on fire. I'm now in my car going down the road. Also, to be clear, I'm not driving and using 4chan. I'm stopped. The guy doesn't have a car, so I drove away and parked up the road a bit. I'm gonna get a picture of the smoke coming from my house. Picture of the fire. I'm sorry, a timestamp is kind of dark.

I have a shitty phone. The police are on the scene, along with a few fire trucks. They got here pretty fast, much faster than they said. I actually parked a little away from the house. To be fair, I'm not really worried about the guy I have a gun and I will just shoot him. I think he's on the run now. I don't think he's going to wait for the police. They brought two police cars and one ambulance.

I told them I was being shot at, so I guess they went all out. I'm not really on my phone. I'm on my tablet. Would you like a picture of it as well? I told you I was on my phone because it's easier. than saying I'm on my tablet. My tablet doesn't have a camera. My phone does. Guys, I'm being detained and I have been asked to get out of my car. Sorry, I'm being arrested, it seems. Might just be temporary thing, but the cop isn't taking no for an answer. Sorry.

Watch the news and mourning for this. Now we wait. Godspeed O.P. I want to make a green text, gang-stalking thread. Be me. Homeless, travelers, dirty kid. Live my life, riding freight trains, and heading to random places. Was at a truck stop outside of Pearl, Missouri, and noticed a black GMC SUV with Virginia license plates. It was just sitting there. Looked like someone was in there watching me. Decided to kick rocks from truck stop on an hour later

and head to the hop out. Notice the SUV start moving and kind of following me. Gets a hop put and get on train. Ride through an RRXing a few minutes later, and see the same SUV sitting there. Think nothing of it. So I get off the train in Sweetwater, Texas, and get a motel for two nights.

The next morning, the very next morning, and I look out the windows and see a fucking black GMC SUV with Virginia license plates. I kind of shrug and tell myself, it's a coincidence. Anyways, I hop out back east to Fort Worth, make my way to Chicago. When I got off the train and joylet, I see the same black SUV in a parking lot, this time unoccupied.

So I try to tell myself it's a coincidence that I'm imagining this and being paranoid. So I make a scratch on the driver's side door with my pocket knife in the shape of a small Z. I would notice it if I seen the thing again. Went to Buffalo and saw the same SUV and yes, I had the Z on it. I shit myself. I freak out. I tried calling the cops. They just mocked me, acted like I was some tweak or some shit. I don't do drugs. I try to confront the person in the SUV, but they always drive off. They are always parked in a way where if I start heading to them, they can just leave fast.

So here I am in Minot, and guess what? I saw it again. What the fuck is happening? What the fuck do these people want? I know this isn't much or not very interesting, but I've seen another train rider slash hobo slash dirty kid posts on this board on the past, so I figure I share my experiences. I feel agencies or people just target people like me because they can get away with whatever the fuck they are doing. I know I am not being paranoid. I get discredited a lot. What the fuck is so interesting about me? Unlike the other hobo that posted in here, I do not have a dog. I travel with my girlfriend. Right now I'm waiting for a train to British Columbia to show and figure I started green text threat on X. What are you involved in that could possibly interest

them? The only thing I can think of was in 2012 I was squatting in a big abandoned factory in Asheville next to a hop out. Lots of other travelers squatted there for a night or two. On the other wing of the building there were homebungs that lived there. They never got in their way or space. Anyways, I stayed there at night due to extremely heavy rain, and one of the home bombs was murdered that night, like ritualistic-style murder by some type of vampire cult in Asheville. I only know because I got woken up by APD and questioned about people that were there, and I told them the truth. I got off a train two nights ago.

I was going to catch last night, but rain came in, so I passed down the squat. I didn't know or notice anything strange other than a van that parked in the River Arts District parking lot all day and night with nobody in it and when the cops woke me up the van was gone i cannot think of anything else the factory got knocked down apparently hello x i have something that might be of interest to you it concerns what my team and i found under the great sphinx in the egyptian city of giza i know the very first question you'll ask is why we would ever go searching underneath a place like that and for what possible purpose i'll keep it brief for you have you ever heard of a an American author by the name of John Anthony West. Did you know that during the early 90s,

he and a team of archaeologists carried out a series of seismological and geological tests around the Great Sphinx? The results of his tests caught everyone's attention, ours especially. His tests revealed the existence of unexplored tunnels in the bedrock beneath the monument. His team was subsequently thrown out of the site by Egyptian authorities, and we got involved around this time. Who we are is of no importance, at least not to you anyway. The only thing I will mention is the obvious. We are a group with some sort of connection to the United States government and were assigned this task due to a certain degree knowledge and expertise that we possess. Green texts will begin from here in order to make the events that happened a little easier to follow.

Received our mission and arrived in Giza during the summer of 1995, tasked with excavation and transport by the local government, told to recover whatever we possibly could from the tunnels beneath the sphinx by the U.S. government. Local officials fiend ignorance at the possibility of tunnels or valuables underneath the sphinx. Have an assistant with me assigned to the task. Let's call him Josh. Josh is complaining about a lack of information. He is seriously worried about being sent him blind and the dangers that we might encounter. I tell him to calm down. Tell him the mission will go smoothly And that there's probably some gems

Or treasure down there at most Arrive at the monolith Can see the pyramids of Giza just beyond it Partially covered by up A thick layer of fog and dust I pull out a cigarette before we head in And ask Josh if he shouldn't himself yet Tells me he has a bad feeling about the mission

But I dismiss it once again Thinks that the mission can't be As straightforward as it seems otherwise Why hire us Just shrug at him money is money i don't care what we have to do it's all the same to me senior seismologist runs over to us and tells us that we're finally good to go they've managed to break through josh asked him if they managed to take a look down below tell us he got a glimpse of something and that the chamber seemed empty empty ask him what he means

tells me they didn't see anything down there at all no earns no gold no valuables just four walls What the fuck? At least the job will be easy. Ask him if he thinks someone beat us to it and took everything before we could get there. Tells me it's unlikely but stranger things have happened. I just nod and say that we better get it over with. We suited up in full hazmat suits just in case

and made our way over to the base of the Sphinx. We're also equipped with an industrial flashlight each. I approached the gaping drill hole near the statue's right paw. I got down into a sitting position in the middle. began climbing down using a rope ladder. Josh is closed behind me. Immediately hit a wall of darkness. My feet hit the ground and I turn on my flashlight as fast as possible. It was exactly as he said. Fucking empty. I was just standing in the middle of this vast cavern like space with nothing of value at all to be seen. The place was quite large and the hollowness of the subterranean space

made amplified every movement and made them seem incredibly strange and eerie. There was a steady stream of sand trickling from a small crack in the ceiling. I decided it was best not to linger and finish her job as quickly as possible. I told Josh to move his ass and get into gear. As explored further in, we noticed a lot of iconography on the walls. I was worn heavily by the passage of time. The usual Egyptian stuff, depictions of Ra, the eye of Horace, even portrayals of Osiris and Thoth were all across the walls.

It looked like they were telling a story. of some kind. Anubis emblazoned across the wall, judging the souls of the dead with displays of all sorts of monsters along the width of it too. Josh starts to speak up to get my attention, tells me to come look. Josh is just standing there with his flashlight raised towards a wall at the far end of the chamber. On the wall there was another icon, a god I had never seen before my life. Below it was the lid of a sarcophagus. It was standing upright against the wall, and looked to be embedded with the sandstone itself. Perhaps this place was a tomb, decided to go over and check out the find.

Wasn't particularly worried about anything. It was likely empty anyway, and I was just checking to be sure. Started to notice more details once it got closer to it. The design of the coffin was not like a typical Egyptian one that you'd see in a history book at all. The design of the coffin was human in the face, but it had feline-shaped paws folded over its body. The design really irked me for some reason, and I could not figure out why at all. It seemed to be somewhat similar to the iconography that it was placed underneath, but I couldn't say for sure whether they were the same. If it was a coincidence, it was definitely a strange one.

I placed my gloved hand over the lid and leaned in closer to inspect the details. The wall had molded itself around the coffin. It was fit around it like a cast. Josh speaks up again. and he asked me what I'm doing. I replied back sarcastically, and he told me to be careful that he was worried. I started telling him to go home

if he was going to be such a coward. Just as I finished my sentence, I felt a surge of pain shooting through my head. I almost bit my tongue. It hurt so bad. It felt as if someone had driven a dagger deep into my brain and just kept pushing and pushing it.

The pain just kept amplifying until it was overwhelming. I stepped back, fully consumed by the pain, that was shooting throughout my body. I started clawing at my hazmat suit in vain, hoping that tearing it off might relieve some of the pain. I couldn't escape it no matter what I did. I wish I'd died. That is how unbearable the pain was. I lost my balance completely and hit the ground, hard. I could hear the slow motion vibrations on the ground, so I assumed Josh rushed over to me. All I could do is squirm on the ground and hope for it to go away. The last thing I saw was the

outline of Josh as my vision started to fade to black. He tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't respond no matter how hard I tried. He picked up my radio and was frantically trying to contact someone. I woke up, kind of. I woke up to pure blackness. Like I felt conscious and awake, but I could only see pure black. Time deemed a shift for me once I woke up. I couldn't tell how much time had passed or what was going on. All I had was infinite blackness. It was barren and lifeless with no sound at all. It was maddening. The seconds just seemed to go on forever as my vision drifted in and out of focus

until I finally saw my saving grace. I could see a light in the distance. It wasn't just one light. There was a multitude of them. They seemed to be as bright as stars in the night sky, except they were incredibly close to me. I didn't realize it until that moment when I noticed their gleam reflecting back off of it.

I was suddenly standing in water. A massive expanse of knee-deep water seemingly out of nowhere. I looked down back at myself again just to confirm that I was really there and actually real. I needed to know whether I was hallucinating or not. I was also completely fucking nude for no reason. There were waves with warm water hitting my thighs in my entire body relentlessly. My moment of respite only lasted for a moment before I was thrown back into action once again. It was a voice.

A voice here with me in whatever this place was. It wasn't Josh. It was a stranger. No one from the site or the medical team. He was old. Incredibly old. His face was covered with an array of scars and wrinkles that combined together. It was the same height as me, maybe even slightly taller.

It was hard to tell at the same time due to the haziness of my mind and the deception of the water. His body was incredibly built. He had the body of an athlete in his prime and showed no wear and tear at all. He was wearing some strange clothes, a tunic, I think it looked like, pure white. The most striking thing about his appearance, though, was the wolf pelt that hung around his neck that he wore like a scarf. The animal skull sat atop of his shoulders like he was fucking Hercules and I just slain the beast himself. I finally managed to stutter out some words and ask him who the fuck he was and what he was doing in the cordoned off dig site. there was absolutely no way he should have been able to get down there with all these workers

unless he'd been down here before we got there the old man just sighed and stared deep into my soul every move he made had me on edge he told me that i had invaded his temple ransacked it and made a mockery of him by not knowing his name i just stood there speechless it was like i was getting scolded by my mom and dad for some reason i felt like i should apologize even though though I had no idea what I had done wrong. He cut me off before I could speak, though. He told me his name, but I didn't really know how to pronounce it. I think he said something like, Wapawet, but I've never heard of that before. He told me his brother was the famous one. I asked him where I was, but he just asked me where I thought I was. I only had a vague idea that I hoped was

wrong. I asked him if I was dead. He told me no. He told me that the afterlife was only for the deserving. He brought his hands out from behind his back and made a twirling motion with his finger that forced me to turn around against my will. He pulled me to watch carefully and study what he was going to show me. He told me it was my doing. I could only watch in horror as I saw something towering in the distance, a titanic-sized figure. He was showing me a creature of impossible stature, probably the size of a city. It was so large that my brain could not comprehend it properly. Its sheer size just made my brain hurt. There were bronze chains, cutting into the creature's hide and metal rods too.

Its paws were nailed to a platform and stopped it from moving. Its fur was like a forest along its body. I can't even begin to describe its face, just dwelling on its image, looking at it. It made my brain spiral and turned straight into flight mode. Its existence was like a black hole to my mind. The man started to speak again, asking me what I thought of the creature. Again, he cut me off before I could respond, describing the creature as beautiful. He told me that the creature had been the same since he first encountered it.

He still withers and groans old, but the creature never ages. I tried to cover my eyes, but my hands were trembling too much to be able to move them. It was then, looking down at my shaking hands, that I noticed that the water I stood in was not actually water. It had changed color. The water was a murky red. I asked if I was the blood of the creature. I asked how it could still be alive if it had lost so much blood, but all he did was shush me. He told me that I asked too many questions, that all I do is ask and give nothing in return.

I tried to ask another question, but before I could, one of the chains holding on the beast snapped suddenly. Both pieces of the chain fell to the ground and caused the entire place to shake, which nearly knocked me off my feet, and into the liquid I was stood. in. One by one, each shackle began to snap off and fall to the ground. The sight was horrifying. It is going to devour all of you, was the only word that the man said. He said it so casually, like it was no big deal at all. I asked him what was going to happen if he could kill it, if we could kill it. He told me he already had again and again, a countless number of times. He told me that the creature always comes back each time, stronger than ever, and that he grows weaker and weaker. That's what this place was for.

It was a tomb trap in the creature so that when he finally lost it the creature, it still couldn't make its way out. He told us that we ruined that when we drilled our holes and stepped foot into this place. He showed me more images. Images of the sarcophagus we had found being loaded onto a truck to take back to the U.S. for study. It had not been yet opened. I asked the man what I need to do. There was something like a white flash, and the next thing I knew I was awake again.

For real this time. I was lying in my tent, sprawled out completely with Josh, pacing nervously beside me. He was relieved to see me conscious again. I went into a frenzy, explained that the sarcophagus needed to be put back this instant and that I would explain after I made a full report back to base. He was completely shocked at this sudden reaction,

but he and the rest of the workmen on the site complied without any resistance. I made a full, in-depth report the first second I could. I was expecting to be laughed out of my role and dealt with accordingly, but nothing of this sort happened. I was given a strict set of orders which I followed to the letter, and within 12 hours a team was dispatched to us. Another team dropped by, one I had never seen or heard of before, and all of the workmen, and me, and Josh.

were escorted off-site. We were sent back home and deployed to another mission, and I never heard anything about the sarcophagus again. I couldn't exactly just ask about something confidential like that. Josh was transferred shortly afterward. He was relatively new, so it didn't shock me all that much. Never heard from him again after that. I couldn't help but wonder where he ended up.

I couldn't help but wonder what they did with the sarcophagus or whether they ever believed me. and opened it up anyway. I suppose the world hasn't ended yet, so there's that at least. Maybe they found another way to contain it, or maybe they found some other secrets. Sorry that I don't really have any more information, other than that X. This is a difficult story to recall for me. It all felt way too real.

I guess it's possible that I'd just imagine it at all, but that wouldn't explain why our superiors acted so hastily. I don't know. I don't think I'll ever find that any answers. I stayed in my role for a few more years after that, but I became so jaded quite quickly and often to step into a less intensive role before eventually retiring. I have a lot more experiences to tell you about, but they mostly just involve exploring catacombs for artifacts and killing certain targets, which I might have to heavily censor just in case.

Any questions? I'll try my best to answer. I have a story for you. Be me. Work at a cafe slash chocolate place out in the country, on a farm. Quiet area, we serve homemade stuff. We normally get a lot of old people, especially during the winters. Summers are pretty silent. I do register, serving, cooking, anything that needs doing really. It's not unusual to get groups of people that come regularly, but there was this real strange group of ladies. The volunteer mothers for proper education, or VMPE. Self-important over 40-year-olds who write letters and other stuff to schools, demanding changes. All had the same bumper sticker with their little committee logo, which was the

group initials on a set of stairs, black on white. They had 10 members. They first started coming in 2009. They seemed pretty normal at first, but we started to notice weird patterns. They all dressed, similarly, with cardigans, long dresses, and tightly done hair. Not that strange, but they never addressed individually at all. They always ordered the same thing as the head lady. Let's call her the controller. The controller seemed to be the one who organized everything, planned their little committee discussions and all that. The strictest woman I've ever seen, spoke little, never looked like she smiled once in her life. This group always came in at exactly 249 on the dot and got their phone at around three. Every day, they'd order something different, but always the same as what the

controller had chosen, paid with their own money. One day, one of the ladies in the committee decided she didn't feel like the food the controller had ordered. The controller gave her this death stare. I've never seen somebody look so angry. The other lady immediately shrinks away. She orders last, getting the same thing as the controller. The group comebacks the next day, but there were only nine members this time. The lady who wanted something else was gone, completely missing. We never saw her again. They come back every day and order the same thing again and again. One day there was an accident. 2011. This big metal decorative windmill next to the cafe collapsed and broke part of the roof. We have to close for the week, but it's 350. The controller demands the group be served regardless.

We're all trying to get everyone out because there was a worry that the windmill could catch fire because the neon sign struck to it had smashed. I, of course, have to give the group their money back and refuse service. I get the fucking death stare down by the controller. Beattie, hate-filled little eyes, unbelievably dark. They leave, never come back. One day we get nine angry abusive reviews on the site. All of them claiming abuse, harassment, and other such BS.

Storefront windows got scratched up with keys one day. No real proof to convict anyone, but I'm pretty damn sure it was one of the them. This goes on. Group keeps spreading bad rumors about a cafe. We heard it through confused customers, bogus delivery orders, even a false police report one day, told us a lady claimed we dealt heroin under the counter, easily proven untrue. Eventually they seemed to give up, never see them again. A little bit later, I heard from a friend who works at a diner on the highway about a smaller incident with the group. But they only had eight members as far as he's saw.

2015, a few weeks ago, hadn't seen anything involving that group for years now. Completely forgot until I saw a bumper sticker, VMPE, started seeing their group name everywhere, heard they got a new office in the town center, funding community events and other such stuff. Also heard the mayor's wife had joined their group. Never saw the original nine ladies again, except for the controller. She came back to our cafe, acted like she didn't know us, asked to put up a flyer on our window. We say sure. She does so and leaves. Flyer is for some school fundraiser thing. I was pretty terrified when I saw her, to be honest. She looks like 90 now, but she was only like 50 in 2011.

She doesn't look so strict and angry anymore. She looked tired. Really? Really tired. I looked at the flyer from outside and saw her get into her car just outside the building and drive off. She's driving a Ute now. Utility vehicle like a pickup for non-off. Australians. It's covered in mud and shit and battered as hell. She used to drive a spotless red sedan. The back of the Uid is filled with rope, shovels, and a few filled trash bags. Bumper sticker is on the back window. VMPE. Never saw the lady again. I still have no idea what to think, but it's left me kind of scared. I'll post again if I find out anything else weird about the V-M-P-E ladies.

I live in a real country-ass town, no real connection to the city, and they don't have a website. I think they're still a pretty small group who mostly invite moms and such. I've got a picture of the front of their office and one of their posters,

which I took for them that diner friend I mentioned. But what is the point of that flyer? There's no phone number or anything, is there? I don't see one. How bizarre? Sounds like a weird little cult. To be honest, though I'm a long-time fan of,

X and stuff, I'm not a big believer in stuff like Colts and all that. But this group's always been weird. I don't actually know if they have a phone number. I can't find one. Here's another picture from a while ago outside of high school. I looked through my camera cards from last year and found an ad they had up on the metal boards they put around the football pitches. I blocked out the address for obvious reasons. There's something about the way they word these things. That's hella creepy. But this thread got me thinking and I asked a few my friends and found out one of their moms was a member of VMPE. This morning I went to his house and asked her about it. She said the group does shit like write petitions and send letters to school principals and such to try to change a few

rules. She gets into a group with like five other moms from the group every Friday and they discuss. That all seems pretty normal to be honest, but when I asked her about the 10 ladies at the cafe, she said she'd never seen them before and she didn't really know anyone else from VMPE. She doesn't know who runs it either. That was all she knew. Kind of unsure what to do about this now. Unless y'all have any suggestions. Okay, X, I've been pre-typing this for a while. It's a long one. I don't know if we were just high and we're fighting bears. Tell me if this sounds like any supernatural shit you know. Y'all stories are boring as fuck too. Be me. Be hell a good hunter, good with a rifle, decent with a bow. prefer mosen but we'll go with anything dead of winter hear about this shack in the woods where i can chill before a hunt

not going to give location because you guys spook me almost as much as the shit i saw decide yeah bring beer hunting buddies hell yeah be chilling in cabin three hunting buddies one brock girlfriend folds of fat i swear we could fucking hunt her and have enough blubber to fuel a 747 god damn she fat though real bitch too always complaining about the cold shouldn't have brought her. We smoking weed outside a cabin with one hunting buddy. We call him Jim. Jim is a cool motherfucker. This guy can get his hands on any fucking ammunition he wants.

This guy brought 45s. We have a range of cans set up so we can practice. Jim can fucking shoot the pole rings off them. Jim is fucking amazing. We're chilling and up comes meat sack. Other two guys are off hunting north of the cabin. Bitches jowl slapped together as she moaned some complaint about how cold it is. If we took one tenth of the,

the greasy excreats and made a fire with it, we could burn the entire forest down. She waddles inside. It isn't even funny how fucking fat she is. Jim is fucking with a knife he brought, packing snowballs and cutting little gills into them, making tiny fat snowfish. I'm hungry as fuck, so I go to make some beans. I open the cupboard. Fucking empty. That bitch cleared us out. We haven't shot any meat yet, so that isn't an option. We need to go to the town to get more food, or we eat flaps over there. I yelled to Jim that we need more food. Jim and I agree that we should stay

and that boyfriend and meat mistress should get food. Don't worry. The story gets spooky soon. Just let me have some fun. Other buddy is cool. We will call him Dave. Dave and boyfriend come across the crest of the hill and come down towards us.

We explain the food situation. Dave fucking laughs and they decide that Dave should stay with us at the cabin. Yo, also, A-on. There's like three bears over the house. of the hill. We didn't get a good look at them, but I would hold off on hunting anything other than cans. We have 45 millimeter ammo. Motherfucker. Bears can suck my dick. Pork Princess and her wheelbarrow operator head down the mountain to go get food. This is when we get

fucked. We can't hunt, so we have to resort to emergency rations. We have emergency rations in a crate behind the cabin, but we need to ration them. We head around the cabin and open the crate. Fucking nothing. that bitch ate our emergency rations fuck dude this is where shit goes down the last bit was just fucking around shit gets worse

lizard hits hard and the road up the mountain closes before beef bitch and a lackey get back shit piss and fuck now we really need to hunt Dave protest talking about bears and shit it's fucking winter Dave

bears hibernated winter Dave swears he saw bears Jim and I leave him and head to the top of the hill everything is crisp and white Fuck yes I'm packing a Mozen M91 slash 30 PU

Jim is testing out some Chinese marksmen We sit and wait watching the tree line for movement Oh fuck yes we see something along the western side Hedge line looks large Meat get Jim to take first shot His scope is better Extremely loud go deaf Recoil was insane Jim is in shock

Look through scope No movement Wait What's that See hair and pinks skin. Oh shit. We shot a person. Fuck me. Keep going. Holy fucking shit. This massive fucking jumble flesh comes rocketing out of the bush heading east. I can barely keep track of it. It looks like a weird pink blur. The thing pivots and is now rocketing towards us.

I load my mows in as fast as I can. My hands are really fucking cold, though. This is how I die. Jim readies his rifle. The thing trips and topples, losing momentum. The thing quivers and shakes like Jello. Now that it's still, we can see that it's this giant flesh-colored mess of human bits. Like it has limbs for hair, but it also has hair? At this point, the thing is still pretty far away. Also, pretty sure that this is a fetish for someone. It starts to get up. Nope, nope, nope, nope, no. We bolt the fuck back to the cabin with this thing in distance. The thing starts howling, really fucking loud. We can still hear it when we get to the cabin. What the fuck is? going on a non dave you ignorant fool we barricade the door and fast for two days before boyfriend and

his ham hooker come back jim and i haven't told anyone what we saw haven't even talked to each other we also got really fucking mad at boyfriend and his fucking beef baby so sound like anything you guys have heard of or at least we just stoned out of her minds and can't remember my theory is that as fleshgate slash skinwalker i tried to imitate the land whale but didn't finish the transfer because the land whale is too fat to scan properly and that she left. It probably thinks it can nab queen lardass. It can survive the next five winters without hunting any other critters. And all right, guys, that wraps up some unsettling stories from 4chan.

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