Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Surviving Cults and Terrifying Tree People True Summer Encounters of Fear PART4 #14

Episode Date: October 29, 2025

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There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. I know what you're feeling and I was there too.

And I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to, but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault, and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Centre will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-888-8. The Night of the Tree People

Eric was still scanning the trees when I finally managed to shove my lucky hat onto my head and grab a couple of extra things from the car, flashlight batteries, my small emergency kit, and of course, a tighter grip on the Viking. It's funny how an object can suddenly feel heavier just because you know you might have to use it. The pistol wasn't any different in weight than it had been earlier, but now it seemed like the only thing standing between us and something we couldn't even name yet. I turned around, my flashlight beam slicing through the dark like a blade, but as expected, it revealed nothing more than a jumble of trees swaying slightly in the night breeze. Still, just because you don't see anything doesn't mean nothing's there. Eric knew it too.

His eyes kept darting from shadow to shadow, every movement making him tense up like a spring about to snap. We stood there for a few minutes, whispering back and forth about whether to him. head back to camp or not. Five whole minutes of pure unease. I wanted to stay by the car, lock the doors, and wait until daylight. But Eric, stubborn as ever, pointed out that hiding wasn't a real option. Everyone else was back at camp, waiting, probably wondering why we were taking so long. And he was right, our imaginations had been running wild. Just because we heard voices didn't mean there was any actual danger. Maybe another group of campers had set up nearby.

Maybe hunters were out there talking quietly. Still, deep down, I wasn't buying that no danger, explanation. Finally, we decided to move. But before stepping back into those woods, I grabbed the radio. Mike, we're heading back now. Just so you know, this is not the time to screw with us. If anybody pulls a prank tonight, it's not going to end well. We think someone else is out here, and I do not want to accidentally shoot you. Got it? His reply crackled back almost instantly, calm but serious, copy that. We're all still here. Be careful.

That was enough for me. I clicked the safety on the Viking, flashlight in one hand, pistol in the other, and nodded to Eric. Without another word, we stepped back under the canopy of trees. The walk back was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life. Every sound was magnified, branches snapping somewhere in the distance, leaves rustling under our boots, even our own breathing sounded like it was betraying us. I kept expecting to see a face staring back at me from the shadows. But strangely enough, nothing happened.

No figures. No whispers. Just silence, broken only by the occasional crunch of twigs beneath our steps. When the glow of the campfire finally came into view, we both quickened our pace. The warmth and the sound of our friends talking felt like a lifeline pulling us back into safety. Relief washed over me for about two seconds, until the chanting began. It started as a low, rumbling noise, impossible to pinpoint at first. Then it grew louder, spreading out all around us, echoing from the trees like some kind of unnatural thunder.

A chorus of deep voices, rolling and pounding through the night air. We weren't the only ones who heard it. As Eric and I stumbled into the clearing, everyone at the campsite immediately froze. Jake was the first to speak, his voice sharp with confusion. What the hell is that? Mike stood up, eyes locked off. on the northern tree line. Guys, look.

I swung my flashlight in the same direction, and my stomach dropped. Several dark figures had emerged from the forest, their movement steady, deliberate. They weren't rushing us, but they weren't stopping either. Slowly, they were making their way toward the firelight, toward us. Eric and I didn't hesitate.

We both drew our weapons. My flashlight beam illuminated them as they stepped closer, and what I saw made my skin crawl. They looked like people dressed in heavy camouflage, but not the kind you'd buy at a sporting goods store. This was different. Their bodies seemed to blend with the forest itself, as if they've been living among the trees so long they had become part of them. Covered in leaves, mud, bark, and strange wrappings, they looked less like people and more

like some kind of swamp creature army. A Legion of Tree People Stay back I shouted aiming the Viking at the ground in front of me My voice cracked a little But I fired anyway There's so much rugby on Sports Exeter from Sky

They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end Here goes This winter sports extra is jampacked with rugby For the first time we've met every Champions Cup match Exclusively Live plus action from the URC The Challenge Cup and much more Thus the URC and all the same place

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampacked with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. I know what you're feeling and I was there too.

And I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to, but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Center will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888. Sending a bullet into the dirt. The sharp crack of the shot echoed through the clearing, and for a brief moment, the figures halted. Then came another gunshot, louder, sharper, and not from me.

A bullet hit the dirt right at our feet, so close I'm. I felt the fragments sting my legs. Holy shit, sniper. Eric yelled, diving slightly to the side. It wasn't hard to figure out what that meant. Somewhere out there, hidden in the darkness, a rifle was aimed directly at us. That first shot had been a warning.

That was no accident, Eric said, his voice trembling but steady. They're telling us to leave. I got the message, I muttered, never lowering my weapon. I raised my voice, addressing the approaching figures. Okay. We get it. We're leaving. With that, we began backing away, step by step, toward Eric's truck. The figures stood still, watching us.

But every time I turned my flashlight beam away and then back again, I swore they were closer, like they were inching forward whenever they thought we weren't looking. Another gunshot cracked through the night. This time, it shattered one of Eric's taillights. Glass rained down onto the ground. That was all the confirmation we needed. Forget the tents. I shouted. Just grab what you can and go. Everyone scrambled. Sleeping bags, backpacks, coolers, anything that wasn't nailed down got tossed into the bed. of Eric's truck. The tent stayed behind. There was no way we had time to break them down. Eric jumped into the driver's seat and fired up the engine. The headlights cut across the clearing,

and that's when we saw them. Dozens more figures, standing right there at the edge of the trees. Then more and more. Until the entire clearing seemed filled with them. There weren't just a handful anymore, there had to be at least 300, maybe more. They stood like statues, silent, unmoving, their faces hidden by camouflage and shadows. My chest tightened so much I thought I might pass out. We were surrounded. The strangest part was the silence. You'd expect a crowd like that to make noise, to chant, to breathe heavily, but they just stood there, perfectly still, as though they were carved out of the forest itself. Drive, I whispered. Just drive.

Eric did. Slowly, carefully, he guided the truck toward the dirt road. The figures didn't move to block us. They didn't raise their weapons, though I knew the sniper was still watching from somewhere out in the dark. We passed within feet of them, and none of them even twitched. I couldn't stop myself from glancing back as we rolled away. In the rear window, the firelight illuminated the figures still gathered around the campsite.

They were standing right next to the flames now, their bodies casting long shadows that stretched across the ground like black claws. All of them, hundreds of them, just watching as we left. The ride down the dirt road was dead silent. Nobody spoke. Nobody even breathed too loud. The tension inside that truck was suffocating. When we finally reached the lake, relief hit me like a tidal wave.

My car was still there, untouched, sitting exactly where I'd left it. Ashley and I jumped into it, following close behind Eric's truck as we made our way back to the highway. Only once we hit pavement did anyone dare to speak again. We reported what happened to the police, of course. But predictably, nothing came of it. No patrols. No investigation. Just a couple of officers nodding politely as we tried to explain what we'd seen.

But deep down, I think I know why. If that was some kind of cult out there in the woods, and what else could it have been, it's not hard to imagine they had connections. Maybe the local police knew better than to poke their noses where they didn't belong. Maybe they were told to look the other way. Or maybe, just maybe, some of them were part of it. The scariest part. Those people could have killed us.

Easily. They had a sniper, they had numbers, they had the upper hand. They could have stormed the campsite, burned our vehicles, blown out our tires. My daughter, Ellie, had this ankle pain. We went to see VHI orthopedics. They actually picked up on her fatigue issues. So they brought in a rheumatologists, and just a few small tests,

they realized that Ellie was celiac. So what was brilliant was that VHI had a pediatric dietitian ready to help manage her diet. Really felt seamless. VHI, because your health means everything. There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end.

Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby.

Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months further to. apply. You didn't deserve what happened. And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800-77-888-8. Whenever you're ready to talk, they'll be ready to listen. And none of us would have stood a chance. But they didn't.

Instead, they let us leave. To this day, I don't know why. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe they were just flexing their power, showing us that the forest belonged to them. Maybe they wanted us to spread the word, to keep others away from their territory. Whatever the reason, I'll never forget that night. The sight of 300 tree people standing silently in the clearing, watching us drive away, will haunt me for the rest of my life.

There's always a reason to be afraid. The end.