Nothing new's happened off in "the Zone" (particular area where I work near a place called sunk mine spring where weird shit like tommyknockers and the musical sound of blowouts happen) that I've heard about so I've got no OC this go around.
So, how would /k/ respond to pic related?
Also, general creepyshit inna woods thread. Swap your stories and theorize on how we can weaponize, contain or if we must, kill them.
I love this one. Hope to see this thread tomorrow morning, keep it alive, commrades!
I remember a trip saying they were going to look into this story.
One from my State, I hardly hear of anything spoopy coming from Michigan, not including Wendingo.
and doing my usual slow burn of stuff in my folder to keep from filling it up too fast because /k/ hates it when we have too many of these threads in a given week.
the train trap and whatnot. Tommyknockers are friendly fae who only want sandwich fixings and bits of your lunch.
Also king things? That doesn't ring any alarm bells in the back of my head.... should it?
That would be me. I've been busier than expected because of wildfires and shit on the national forest where I work, otherwise I would have called Malhuer County's sheriff's department.
I've got a pretty good idea on how to ask about it too. I can pretend to be a freelance journalist in he area and I'm writing up an article on spooky shit in the area for a Halloween special edition or something.
There is no way I can pull off a Stephen king impression.
This one right?
I have that Twenty nine Palms muhreen that was here a while ago but I took screenshots with my phone
Thank you for replying, it made me chuckle and put me at ease for now.
Don't let a farmer hear you say that.
I've hunted for the whole one of this one but come up empty. It was posted on one of the boards last year though. Just haven't found which one.
That's all I got. I had to turn off my phone for the plane to take off at that point, and the thread was 404 by the time I got off my flight.
This one interest me the most, and it's clear that it's been cut off.
Honestly, I believe most scary stories are just the product of the human mind's imagination running wild. On the flip side, I also have a firm belief that demons are present on earth and could masquerade around as who knows what, and those are the scenarios that truly frighten me.
Jesus christ it's like you guys were just waiting for one of the threads so you could come out of the woodwork and post everything.
here have one that's kinda on the lighter side of things. It's so bad it's funny.
Weird stuff exists, the question is can it actually be categorized scientifically....Personally I do not want to be on the team that attempts to capture an wendigo in the name of science.
Demons? haha i wouldn't worry about it
I haven't seen a really active sp00ky thread in some time so that's why I requested one /k/omrade arabica
We haven't had one in some time now, I'm probably going to do the same shit in the next HFY thread, hopefully some people bring OC to the table
the hide button exists for a reason Mr. No Fun Allowed
3 parter that I really should condense into one like I did with human nature coming up.
Eventually one of us is going to kill one, and post video and picture evidence just to shit on your day.
This reminds me of a story that I unfortunately don't have, but it was an airshit team that ended up helping the local base look for some guys that went missing and shit goes down
Well I have the condensed version, I think
Personally I prefer when they sit on /k/ at a low simmer across the span of a week or something. Those are the ones that usually bring in stuff I've never seen before.
While they do produce more content I like threads to be like we're all in some sort of room talking about it. Like this one so far, even though only like 6 people are here. In the room. With me. Don't worry about it guys
Well shit. there we go.
This one? Or is there another one?
or not, that one is at a weird resolution that fucks with my eyes, here's part 3 if anyone has the same issue with that one.
Yes thats it!
Here is a story in some folder I have. I am almost certain it's a spooky /k/ story but I didn't look at the file so I'm sorry if it's some crap from /fit/
I want to know! Hoping that fag isn't dead or something. Maybe he'll see this thread and pitch in. Hopefully...
That shit is scary because it's really people with extremely fucked up minds... Truly evil people.
Oh I guess it was more /x/ related. Sorry guys
I've seen some story on /k/ where a couple goes camping and they're followed by some rednecks yammering about on the highway
When they got to the campsite and woke up in the morning they found some signs the rednecks were there.
So my grandparents live inawoods, not that thick mind you, but they're farther in than most, closest neighbors being a family of rednecks that are really close to mine. Now I have never seen anything truly spooky or supernatural up there, and my father hunter all around there when he was a kid
But I swear if you haven't been up there for your entire life for family gettogethers/ holidays, the place would look foreboding , with collapsed gold mines that look just like open graves, abandoned cars left to rust on the fuck huge hill because some relative of mine stole them in his youth. Not to mention the redneck cabin covered in wind chimes and surrounded by goats and garbage.
Now really deep in the woods, where I only went once, with my grandpa and my brothers now dead hunting dog and another female one that hates me now, is some bullshit.
A house that looks modern, that appears yo have exploded via some great force, a former boom town consumed by the forest, leaving only the stone fences that used to keep sheep in.
Not to mention a burnt out cabin my brother smoked weed in once, and felt like something wanted him the fuck out of there, but that could've been just his useless stoner ass being paranoid.
I really should go up there one day to see if I could find if any voodoo bullshit is hiding deep within the asshole of that place, So I can kill/fuck it, or get killed/fucked by it.
Any advice for how best to kill voodoo bullshit /k/? just in case, ya know
Mmmmm...cold war shit.
That reminds me next week the area I'm working in should be near where one of the maps from the 70s shows a vip bunker should be. I'll try and grab some photos.
The more fantastical ones with the spooky monsters/persons are probably fake while the more mundane ones with just creepy noises and weird happenings are probably true, if a bit embellished.
Yeah, it as probably the weed, but I want to check that place out, as I've always wondered what the hell it was when i was a kid
Also, most of my buddies have never been in any sort of wilderness and haven't held a real gun. Last time I took one up there, I had to resist the urge to pretend to see things in the dark because his ass was already terrified of the place and his eyes were used to the light filled city and as such he couldn't see shit.
I agree. Really, the mundane ones are kind of like the game Slender. Nothing is inherently scary about Slender, but the player projects their fear onto it because it's more or less an unknown, blank canvas. In most cases, it's anons projecting their fear onto sounds and shadows.
Then there are the SCP level ones like >>22702488
Don't discount SCP's man.
This one's not so much creepy, as holy fuck what is wrong with some people.
not sure if this counts as spooky shit in the woods
jesus christ speaking of SCP's.
I count that one even though there's a very good chance it was probably just a predator or some kind.
That reminds me another trip was talking about how new fawns were still showing up into july over in his area (texas), on thursday I saw a freakin newborn deer wandering along behind it's mom.
seriously what the fuck, this year's been fucking weird.
I think they figured out what the "bloop" was. The claim was it was some kinda underwater earthquake... that or c'thulu farts.
Every time I read one of these threads it makes me want to get off my pasty white ass and go hunt spooks. Provided you make it out alive after encountering something and maybe even killing it it would be a hell of an adventure.
The question is... would anyone believe you even if you did?
>This photo was taken in 1895 by an amateur spelunker/photographer named Oren Jeffries while exploring an unmapped section of Grand Caverns, in Southwestern Virginia. At the time it was taken, Jeffries was conducting photographic experiments, using super long exposures to see if anything at all could be captured in the total absence of light, otherwise known as “cave darkness.” He would situate himself on level ground, extinguish his lantern, and then open the lens of his homemade box camera for as long as he could stand the darkness. During one of these experiments, he heard something approach from the deeper recesses of the cave.
>Frightened, Jeffries abandoned his experiment and set off one of the Blitzlicht flashes he used for taking traditional photos underground. According to the report he later gave to a local newspaper, Jeffries saw three “humanoid” creatures staring at him from the shadows and took off running in the other direction and didn’t stop running until he was topside. Several days later, he returned with three other men to retrieve his box camera. This is the image that was recorded on the film inside.
>we 'The Descent' nao
You wouldn't be able to pay me enough to risk wearing the skin of a skinwalker... that just sounds like bad juju.
I was in that thread.
My theory was a wolverine. They have very large paws for walking over deep snow so they don't leave very noticeable tracks, they like to drag and bury food caches, they have a reputation for mutilating their kills in weird ways and they tend to disappear silently when people get near.
Wolverines kick ass.
>mfw they fight bears by dropping out of trees onto the bear, clawing at it like a backpack of hate
Anyone post Goatman yet?
I have one of them playing poker
>like a backpack of hate
.....I love it...that is the perfect description of a wolverine vs. bear fight....
...It's 230 I'm going to try and sleep.
Pfffft, Skinwalkers are a myth.
Camping alone on Indian land is a fun way to spend the weekend.
I live in Arizona and hate reservations. Fucking rabid rez dogs running around everywhere.
>Natives get dogs
>Don't neuter them
>Natives let them roam freely around rez
>Dogs make packs of scavengers/douchebags
Now what if...
>The wolverine was 5'7"
>was your best friend
Here's a reasonably /k/-related one.
Also, I remember reading a creepypasta years ago about a guy going out into the woods and seeing some trees with huge claw marks and others that had been entirely ripped from the ground and thinking not even a large bear could have done something like that, and later on sees a huge dark figure in the distance and gets the hell out of there. Anyone have it, by chance?
They exist. They can be killed. Not easily, but if it's in this reality, it can be killed.
If you ever want to encounter a real one, I suggest the Ansonia Nature Center's back trails. Like, past the manicured paths. Into the old woods.
After 11pm. On a new moon.
You will find you're looking for or it will find you.
Bring all of the standard skinwalker/goatman/it deterrents White Oak ash, salt, etc.
And bring the biggest gun you can carry. And lots of friends with big guns and ammo.
And settle your debts with this world because chances are you will not succeed. There are dedicated groups for this sort of thing. And even they don't fuck with the old grounds. Certain ancient evils are left undisturbed
The most dangerous game happens every year, different country. There was one in Detroit a few years ago.
Men fight and hide like savage beasts when left to their own means. Once you become good enough at removing targets internationally, you may get an invitation. Maybe. The winner gets a good prize. The losers get death.
my only "spooky" if you even call it that
>going out for a walk with my brother
>go out prettyfar. very serene and quiet
>taking this path to this open feild near a pond we played at when we were kids, when something pokes its headaround the corner and chrages us
>startled the shit out of me, it took me a moment to relize it was a pitbull
>the thing is snarling and barking and going apeshit as it comes right as us, we try to do the whole "make yoursef appear bigger" thing and stamp out feet and yell at it
>it gives no fucks gets close enough to start biting at my brother, whos back pedalling and trying not to fall
>he finally has no other option and stabs at it with his knife (underage at the time)
>got it in the neck, its still growling but also wimpering and bleeding out
>cant just leave it, so I put it down with my ccw
>inspect it. no coller no leash. it might have been a stray (not the first time somethign like this has happeend in these woods)
>then we hear "oh, what duh fuck is dis?"
>look up where the dog came from and see a back dude, dressed in gangbanger clothing
>then 3 more appear, and they start jogging over yelling at us and calling us hillbilly crackers and theyre gonna kill us
>I draw on them, they stop, me and my bro moonwalk off the trail into the treeline to loose them
>know these woods like the back of our hands, but can hear them yelling in the distance and I swore I heard gunshots
>make it back to our car, floor it outta there
Im pretty certain we walked into a drug deal/some gangsta esque shit and killed one of their dogs
>be about 12
>my house is near a small wooded area
>there is a steep hill down to get into it
>my family called it "The Hole"
>kids mostly go back there to paintball, drink, etc
>sometimes i see fires through the trees
>sometimes random people just walk through our backyard to the street, as we were one of the only houses with a pathway down what essentially was a cliff into the woods
>sometimes we hear screams, but just assume its kids fucking around
>go down there with friend to "explore"
>Walkin' the paths when we see something odd
>what I can only describe as a Tasmanian devil, with fucking bat wings, dead in the middle of the path
>it has no head
>nope out of there
>further down the path
>see the things head on a dirt mound
>in the middle of a pentagram
we went home after that
Duly noted. Still a good story though.
and now I can do the slow simmer thing.
I don't consider them real but honestly it wouldn't take much at all to convince me they were.
Take me out, have somebody sneak off after claiming to take a shit, not come back for a while, then come back and only say things he said before he left and I'd be grasping my guns in concern the entire rest of the night, probably.
Ever watch the movie "Sphere"?
What you read and think can become reality. Thoughts create reality. We are all connected by some kind of psychic grapevine. Your thoughts can be a fucking weapon. I was at my lowest point in life because I was in the limelight and everyone had negative thoughts about me. Even quantum physics says observation can change matter.
>Even quantum physics says observation can change matter.
this is a highly naieve and misinformed interpretation of what quantum physics says about observers (and it's one of the most common things gay hippies use to sound like they're mystical "scientists")
"Observing" something one way and then another in quantum physics can "change" the results because quantum physics deals with shit that's so small that most observational tools interfere with what's actually going on in the system.
i.e. If I'm observing a group of photons with my eyes, the photons will behave differently than had I not been observing, because my eye's will have absorbed some of those photons during my observation...
it has nothing to do with sentience or thought -- it's the equivalent of watching the waves on a beach, and then putting a vertical stick in the water to measure the wave pattern and then noticing that the stick itself (your observation tool) is causing a disturbance pattern.
Not the anon you're quoting, but >>22707016 made a bullshit claim and >>22707159 clarified the claim as not to mislead other people. Nothing wrong with that.
There's nothing I hate more than when I state something false like it's fact only to learn later that it's not. I always admit when I'm wrong, but fuck do I hate doing so and am quite happy when people explain themselves or provide proof of their statements. Everybody wins.
The other day I farted and the combined sounds reminded me very strongly of a certain classical music composition.
I bet you'd just jump at the chance to claim my ass has evolved to mimic Mozart
I'm with the rejection and fully understand the humorous lunacy of the first post, but it's dealt with by >>22707159
in such a moronic way.
He'll just encourage the more than likely new-age warrior into a discussion about more completely unrelated topics.
They are scary small fuckers.
>Mfw there has been a sighting of a Wolverine choking a Polar bear to death with its jaw.
>An empiricist attempts to rebuttal a subjectivist stance.
its not about empiricism or subjectivity...
it's about the incontrovertable fact that if I put a stick up your ass to measure the depth of your asshole, I won't be able to accurately measure the diameter of your sphincter until I pull out my depth measuring stick.
Let's break it down. The Most Dangerous Game is fought on two types of terms:
The non-consensual games are, in a sense, much simpler. You've got a psycho, or group thereof, that has no problem stalking, terrorizing, and killing innocent people.
Of course it's fucked up and scary.
On the other hand, the consensual Games are what I would call creepy because the only difference between consensual and non-consensual is that ALL the players are consenting to that stalking/being stalked, that terrorization/being terrorized, and, of course, that kill or be killed environment.
Don't ask me who the fuck can bring themselves to engage in this shit, not to mention finding a whole fuckin' crowd of them.
This isn't to say I don't have a twisted fascination with the Most Dangerous Game.
Its called Thought Manifestation, and basically is what Jefferson was talk about when he said :
>"The harder I seem to work, the more luck I seem to find..."
Its mostly pshycological which allows you to find a way to do something because you kept your mind open to possibilities rather than just shutting down and saying "uhhh too hard fuck that"....
I have a bit of a spooky story myself, however I was kind of young.
>Be about 6 years ago
>15 or so years old, in cadets (Britbong)
>On exercise out in nearby woodlands for about four days
>eat basically anal-blockage food every day
>second day in
>I, personally think scary shit always happens at 4-6AM
>go to bed at about 1, four of us sleep, three stay up
>Get woken up two hours later by guy next to me
>tells me we're cancelling the exercise and going back to the cars
>He doesn't know why either, we just got radioed the second group telling us to leg-it
>Guy in charge looks extremely worried
>Tells us to hurry and run
>We do so
>During this time I keep looking up and I'm certain I see movement sometimes
>think of it as nothing
>one of the guys who was on watch says he saw two legs from behind a tree
>he said they looked like horse legs but much thinner
>we think deer
>By now we're all rushing out of there
>We're being followed
>guy in charge calls up other cadets asking if they are behind us, they say they're already at the cars
>we can't shoot whatever it is because using blanks
>by this point he's breathing extremely fast
>I still haven't seen shit
>see lights of other cadets up ahead at cars
>hear a loud screech, think zombie but louder
>window smashes on one car
>we all jump the fuck in and floor it
>a brick or didn't smash the window as there was neither inside
>Be informed no overnight exercises will take place there
>quit two weeks later with the guy who freaked the fuck out
>Hearing all these stories, i wanna go hunting for some myths.
What NVGs, Thermals, rifles and equipment should I get?
If you can get your hands on one, pic related, or this:
>You will find you're looking for or it will find you.
>Bring all of the standard skinwalker/goatman/it deterrents White Oak ash, salt, etc.
>And bring the biggest gun you can carry. And lots of friends with big guns and ammo.
>And settle your debts with this world because chances are you will not succeed. There are dedicated groups for this sort of thing.
>And even they don't fuck with the old grounds. >Certain ancient evils are left undisturbed
>wanting to go innawoods and find spoopy
>live in desert, no woods for 6 hours, and even then, no spooky shit
Oh Well, guess I can get my face eaten by Chupacabra and Skinwalker and Maybe even La Llorona. Hopefully I can get somebody like to pic related to come.
Holy shit, my shirt and pants are almost soaked with tears from laughing. That's quite possibly the best story I've ever read.
He actually posted a second story.
That anon occasionally shows up, allegedly he's actually looking for her to apologize.
Probably gonna get eaten though if he does find her.
I used to walk alone at night in these local native American burial grounds because I was young and stupid and liked the spookiness of it.
There were times when the temperature would drop almost 20 degrees with no explanation, wind stopped, no crickets or animal noises, and I would get this faint smell of when I used to solder stuff in my room, kind of a burnt electrical smell.
>few years later
>start reading /k/
>read spooky/skinwalker stories
the one about that log cabin out in those one woods where something spooky happened, you know the one right?
Something about the thing jumping around different cabins and taking the form of multiple people including a shiela
Pardon my iPod's photo spinning
Fuckit I'mma just dump the ones I can find easily and hope for the best.
>skinwalker sticking its tongue out and the girl was on it
May not have that one, or it may be uncategorized.... the uncategorized ones scare me because I have no idea what to expect.
that was the last one I could really find that could have been relevant.
One of my favorites, and again reasserts everyone's need for a FAL or a battlerifle in .308
In his defense, this kind of shit is the kind of news that gets NATIONAL coverage. I'm inclined to believe it's just a nice piece of fiction unless I happen across a police report or news of the event.
Why the fuck would it get national coverage? A gun was used in a way that saved a life that wasn't cops doing it. It doesn't fit the narrative the mainstream media wants to portray.
Second time asking, there was a youtube video posted a few weeks back in a 'Skinwalker' thread, where something runs along the front and side of a truck, then darts infront of it.
Does anyone have it?
the most 2spooky4me thing happened to me about 2 years ago i was doing one of the stupid /k/ challenges and went into some would on the virginia, north carolina border and found an abandoned house and as i approached there was a shriek from inside and lots of banging i noped back to my truck and found a new spot
whelp today has been an adventure in patience with my bank, but I am going to crash out for the night.
Anyone else listened to the interviews with David Paulides about all the people who go missing in national forest land?
Put a real chill through my spine when I looked into that, since that's where I go to target shoot. Must be alpha predators stealing people.
Some good Coast 2 Coast AM interviews on youtube with him.
>it was the first thing to freak me out and I've been reading these /k/ stories for years, they never bothered me
when i say abandoned i mean intact all doors and windows gone but standing well with no obvious trails or anything and when i say banging i mean like trying to bring the house down with a sledge hammer
creepy but neat.
i actually ended up doing it in the great dismal swamp and found a washed up house boat on its side and slept in that got a neato steel flair gun and about 200ft of black 1in nylon rope from it
Some good shit to fall asleep to
>mfw torn between staunch skepticism and fascination with the unexplainable
>Fairly certain I've had sex with a skinwalker outside the rez in Arizona
>mfw this thread
All my friends were Navajo, one day they took me to the desert and we ended up camping, I was the Bilagaanaatsoi Blonde hair, green eyes, I knew some of their shit, probably the only outsider those guys would really talk with. anyway where they set up camp was outside the reservation, near a burnt up old seventies car that got left out there to rust to nothing. I woke up at about 3-4am to something ruffling in the tent with me, and this..attrocious fucking smell. I can't really describe it, It wasn't like a blood/shit smell, but just like.. Hot metal mixed with scentless raid kinda smell, and it was really quiet. There was a feminine looking figure in the bag with me going through my food, picking out a bunch of dried sausages and stuff I had with me. she realized I was awake and looked right at me with these vibrant, piercing white eyes. And after that I don't remember anything. but I woke up naked, a mile away from the camp and smelling like sex..
My only spooky innawoods story:
>Be about 50 miles from human civilization
>Been hiking all day, pretty far from my car at this point
>No trails or anything
>There's a big ass rock just chillin' in the woods, maybe 10-15 ft tall
>Walk past it
>Notice a ton of color out of the corner of my eye
>The back of the rock is fucking COVERED 100% in weird religious shit, bible verses, passages about god and satan
>But not like spray paint, it's like really fine like someone used a paint brush
>Weird ass creepy face painted like some True Detective shit
>About 100 yards away from it notice a white bra hanging on a bush like someone threw it up there
Fuck me that was weird. I know it's probably LSD'ed out hippies having sex, but it was REALLY far away from anything. And because it was 'tangible' and not 'I think I saw bigfoot in the shadows', it really unsettled me.
>notice a white bra hanging on a bush
>probably LSD'ed out hippies having sex,
Anon, hippies don't wear bras, I think you may have actually found some kinda legit creepy shit place, like where a cult dose cult things.
It was in Colorado, about 5 years ago. It's honestly the only unsettling thing I've encountered in the woods, ever. Plus it was real and I could touch the rock and all, so it bugged me.
I didn't turn around till I saw the bra, tho. I'm glad I hadn't been target shooting, who knows what would have heard shots? I was bout to shoot some too.
posted it a few times before but will do again
>go camping with mates at a creek in our area
>get there just before sunset set up camp start getting plastered
>go on till 3 in the morning pass out
>wake up the next day go for a swim cook breaky then continue on with getting plastered
>be around midnight one of the girls in our group goes for a piss comes back screaming and crying saying she saw something in the bush watching her
>figure she's drunk and got spooked by a fox or a dingo
>she keeps crying and carrying on
>we all split up into groups of two decided we will go look for something and play army men
>make a signal fire about 20-30 meters away from camp then split up each group going a different direction
>pack a bottle of rum, a hatchet, some jerky and some portable speakers for the walk
>set out with my mate blasting house of the rising sun looking for the peeping tom stalking our camp site
>head north to the mountain near our camp
>get to the base of it decide to stop for a piss and a smoke
>mate hangs back a bit I walk up have a piss
>see him standing in front of me about 10 meters away
>"Oi cunt if you wanted to see my dick you could've of just asked."
>Hear "What's that I couldn't hear ya?" come from behind me
>realize what ever the fuck it is isn't my mate
>notice it's got glowing eyes
>charge down the hill tell my mate to start running there's something else here
>some how manage to cover a k in 15 minutes considering we are drunk as shit and I'm a heavy smoker
>get back to the signal fire noone there
>decide fuck this we're not waiting go back to camp the others are there
>one of my mates is starring at the fire like he's having a flash back to nam
>someone asks if we saw anything out there
>I told them we saw something weird at the mountain looked like a man but taller and more bulky with glowing eyes
to be continued
>mate whos been staring at the fire looks up and says "alright seeing as I wasn't the only one I'm getting the fuck out of here."
>we all start feeling uneasy decide to pack our shit up and go home
>get home around sunrise
>go straight to bed
>get up that arvo go for a smoke, the sun is setting gets dark all of a sudden feel uneasy remembering the night before
>wasn't able to go outside at night for a fair few weeks
>go to the pub one night with my mate
>decide to ask him what happened that night
>tells me what he saw and how it followed him
>said he hasn't be able to look outside a window at night
>older guy in the smoking area interrupts
>"you boys wouldn't happen to have been at the creek when this happened?"
Turns out there's been sightings of Yowies(Australian bigfoot) and tall man there for decades, the old guy had seen them there before as well, and as another mate informed me that this area is apparently full of Yowies or hairy men and there's been sightings here for near a century.
Never had any particularly wired shit inna woods except for looking down this old ass mine shaft or vent idk which once, could have swore I saw a copse down their, tried to go back and check with a better light and some gear but could never find the place again, could do a good green text about this time on the plains though.
I always believed there's got to be something like that out there seeing nearly every culture has their own version of bigfoot, that night sort of reinforced that for me, and finding out afterwards there's been sightings since 1900's and there is even stories from the colonists about the Abbos hunting down and killing "hairy men"
Yeah I still live here, but now I just go about 200 feet into the forest and shoot, too nervous to go really far in. I also set up a radio and I NEVER go in the woods without my rifle, even if I'm going to be shooting a pistol only. Or hiking, always got my rifle.
There's too much spooky shit for it to be all faked or writefags on the internet.
fuck oath, there's even been sightings of predators in australia that are meant to be extinct mainly the Marsupial lion. I remember seeing something on Youtube about that, people going missing in national parks and forests it then got linked the native american records of some sort of big foot like animal that would take people away and eat them. Not saying it is sassy but definitely something nasty getting around we haven't found yetl
yeah I also had seen the interviews with that guy about the missing in national forest, like 2-3 weeks ago. and what did i see in the news the day after I finished listening to them all?
>A Russian student who went missing in Grand Teton National Park has been found dead.
>The body of 20-year-old Aleksandr "Sasha" Sagiev was found in the park Friday. The student from Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, was reported missing Monday after going for a hike. After a three-day search, Sagiev's body was discovered below a steep traverse, known as Cache Couloir, in Glacier Gulch.
>Authorities say that when Sagiev was found, he was wearing the metallic blue "Sochi" jacket that he was last seen wearing. There's no immediate word on the cause of death.
from other articles it has ALL the features of what the paulides guy says:
>he was found 3000 (thats thousand) feet HIGHER in elevation than last seen
>he was wearing bright clothes
>his body was found up an almost impossible incline and found by helicopter
>bad weather hit just after he went missing complicating the search
>he was alone
>went missing in afternoon
i never ever go into the woods if it's going to rain on the forecast, after i read those fucking books about missing people.
Yea man the bush is spooky I've seen a heap of weird shit a lot of it explainable but it's even more terrifying knowing that it is actually happening. I have seen my fair share of shit I can't explain.
Colorado has pretty frequent meetups. Post your email, we WERE meeting on mt herman in monument but then all dem shooting spots closed so now we go a bit more west.
If you leave an email ill drop you onto the mailing list.
Picture to prove we arent skinwalkers
Oh cool. I saw the pics of that one didn't know there was a list.
Fuckin thanks for removing the email field moot. It's in the name field instead and it's at gmail.
Why dont you post your suave face bby?
>be 20 just discharged from Nat guard for medical reasons, did all of basic got sick failed the final apft got told couldn't be recycled or retest cause budget cuts.
>feels bad, tired of hearing well you tried your best and other condolences from family and friends.
>say fuck it, I'm going camping to get my head straight.
>decide to go out onna plains to camp instead of inna mountains.
>Drive for about two hours, leave truck hike for a couple of miles in, get to good spot out onna plains, in one of those dry lake beads with the thickets of trees , bring enough supplies for bought a week.
>set up tent.
>first day goes well
>second day about dark hear a terrible scream.
>lock and load AR15 and walk around the area near my camp sight, walk the entire perimeter of the wooded thicket see nothing, hear nothing.
>full dark now.
>go back to camp put out fire go to bed.
>wake up the next morning there is a dead jack rabbit right in front of my tent, thing is torn the fuck up.
>figuer that is what the scream was, death scream,
.feel stupid for being fraked out over it,
>then start to wounder why it is in the middle of my camp, what ever killed it was awefly close to my camp, and most critters out here tend to avoid people also didn't hear any coyotes or anything.
You would make solid cannon fodder
Good enough to earn a good k/d ratio against the enemy
Not good enough to be a real loss to the rest of society
All in all, 10/10 would commit to the meatgrinder
I still figure that was the rabbit getting got, they make a horrid sound.
>check out the dead jack, no meat value left on it, chuck it further into the thicket, and keep on camping
>go on a hike, end up out at these stone formations, idk what the fuck their called, be doing some target practice shooting at cans, fish and game officer shows up after a while, asks if I'm hunting, tell him no just zeroing my rifle, he says ok, talk for a while, hes pretty chill.
>he leaves, i look up and notice the sun is going down, start back to camp.
>starts raining, say fuck it i'm tough i can handle some rain.
>keeps raining starts lightingin too.
>get inna tent, be chililng whatching the rain.
>drift to sleep,
>get woken up by loud thounder clap.
>see large figure standing just outside the thicket in the illumination from the lighting.
>grab my AR 15 train it at the spot where the thing was.
>lightning again. things not there
>suddenly something impacts the side of my tent, hard, tent comes falling down.
>crawl out of fallen tent.
>fucking tree branch from tree next to tent.
>see movement at the base of the tree, something moving away, fast.
>hear sounds mixed in with the sound of the storm, like some kinda chant.
>fire rifle into air. sound stops.
>get rainpauncho out.
>clime up a tree with rifle and some 550 cord, sit on a tree branch and make rain tent with extra pauncho and tie my self an impromptu safety harness so i don't fall off. fall back asleep.
>wake up the next morning be looking at tent.
>notice the branch that fell doesn't look like a brake, its cut cleanly, like some one sawed it off, and its fucking thick like if I had been actually laying down instead of sitting it would have crushed me.
>nope the fuck out pack my shit and get.
I still have no idea what to make of that shit. any /k/omrads got any theorys?
once on a 5 mile hike down a trail, when i was coming down again there was a fucking tree across the trail. it wasn't there on the way up. wasn't like a forest ranger blocking off a road or something.
not a log either like a tree. fuck that.
>>see large figure standing just outside the thicket in the illumination from the lighting.
>>grab my AR 15 train it at the spot where the thing was.
>>lightning again. things not there
What was it like firing a rifle without your ears on? I always wonder how my hearing or balance would react if I had to fire or even magdump at a bear (or skinwalker) from say, a tent.
It was like a movie jump scare when it hit my tent, but the next day when I saw it was cut then I officially got freaked out.
Possible, but almost killing me with a tree seems like a bit much.
Didn't fire from the tent, fired one round after I got out of the tent in the air as a warning shot. and the shot was sort of muffled with the storm and.
>Be my grandpa
>Separated from his unit innawar
>Makes it to a clearing, finds one guy from his unit dead, figures it's VC
>Night falls, Grandpa hears the sound of rustling, and it ain't jimmies
>Freaking out, thinking it's VC
>Loads up his M1 carbine, figures he's gonna die so he might as well take some out with him
>See eyes staring at him
>Grandpa takes aim
>A 6 foot tall ape man sprints through the clearing into the jungle
>It was a moonlit night, and my gramps saw it had red fur
The Vietnamese have a legend of ape-men living in our jungles. Same with Cambodia, Laos, etc. My grandpa swears to this day he saw one.
He also has another story of when he was fighting outside of Saigon in the jungle, and woke to find a young soldier yelling at him, telling him he had to get up because the commies were coming. He was by himself so he just gtfo to the city. When he made it back, he found out that the coordinates he was in was where a squad got eviscerated by a platoon of VC.
It is kind of inspirational, though, when you read the stories (false or not) of using tactics, skill, ingenuity, or outright luck to overcome and survive. Another way to think of it though; how many of those missing persons met something innawoods?
Look up Williams Creek Reservoir in San Jaun national forest, it was north east from there. I didn't (and still don't) have a GPS or anything so that's about as far as I remember. Past the reservoir I wasn't following a trail or anything. Fucking glad I had my .308 though.
The author of those books said only ONE person who went missing that he could find had a rifle with him. But that's even scarier, maybe whatever it is is smart enough not to attack groups or armed people, generally? The guy was a hunter up in the Yukon, his ass was missing at the end of winter and his fucking clothes were at the top of a giant tree. Nope.
If so, it might be a learned instinct. Kind of like deer going into hiding just before deer season, or the gorilla/ladder experiment. They just sense it or have picked up on it over time.
I dunno. Maybe they wont fuck with you then.
Who the fuck names these things
>east cost innawoods
Full of fags
I don't believe in luck, but I believe I'm lucky.
That's as far as it goes.
Mike confirmed for friendly neighborhood skinwalker.
Its not that scary. Don't judge me, the sks has always been under my bed with the bayonet out.
I had a bird crash land into my balcony window awhile back when reading this thread.
Fucking Kabar just appeared in my hand.
Its possible that Australia might have had the last Mega fauna to be wiped out.
What if we didn't get them all?
I dunno. Something about BC woods is really comforting. Aside from the normal shit like bears I feel safe as hell in them.
>Its possible that Australia might have had the last Mega fauna to be wiped out.
>What if we didn't get them all?
I believe we didn't get it all, this place is vast and under populated for it's size their is probably a whole heap of these critters running around and we wouldn't know. I don't believe the tasmania tiger is gone either, so many parts of tasmania you just can't live in, but it would be perfect for them.
It would make sense. A bunch of mega fauna was super specialized in what it hunted, its possible that it is what may keep them from being more common and thus seen.
Just my 0.02c
>Who the fuck names these things
The Irish name shit crazy things all the time.
The only thing that annoys me about the story is how an Irish girl does not know an Adderstone when she owns one.
i think theyre talking about the one where the black kid and his friends are camping and they start smelling tha bloody coppery smell and hear the voices like the internet cats and the weird thing doing the funky chicken in the middle of the room
Hide yo kids. Hide yo women an grab yer nuggets.
if scooby doo has taught me anything, the fish and game officer has found gold or oil on that land but cant legally claim it so he is killing off or scaring away anyone who gets close. Its not rocket surgery anon.
Different Houston anon than the one you asked, but the woods up in Zavalla, near lake Sam Rayburn and Angelina National Forest are pretty good, especially Boykin Springs (for camping). Added bonus is that sometimes when I'm innawoods up there, I get real, real bad feelings; bad enough that I unsling/draw my gun
Sam Houston National Forest WMA and Big Thicket National Preserve are the closest places to Houston that arent privately owned where you can get some real innawoodsin goin on. You can also hunt and target shoot so its /k/ friendly.
Recently ive been thinking about hiking the entirety of the lonestar trail and hunting/fishing all long the way with a pack rifle, pen rod, and hog/small game snares
but its just a pipe dream until i can find a reliable map of the entire trail to see what parks and properties it cuts through, and then an up to date TOPO map of the area for water sources.
why do people automatically swerve when something small gets in the road? This is way more dangerous than just keep on driving forward while gently braking.
I only adjust course if there's a moose or some other large animal in the road.
Most small animals won't even dent the car, but will get squished nice and clean.
Not really 2spooky or anything, but i've had this happen to me several times as a kid; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mets%C3%A4npeitto
It fills you with a sense of dread more than anything.
Innawoods kreep safety ideas?
>go in groups
>nothing freely given or taken
>dont follow strange lights
>shit holes have their name for a reason
shit i was gonna be slick and post links or caps of the rules and regulations that say they allow it that i had bookmarked, but alll i got was 404d pages and no mention of target shooting anywhere else.
Fuck i think they did away with it.
>mfw i was just at Big Thicket last month presumably breaking the law
Ive been pouring over their websites and it looks like it is a no-go
but i'd call the respective offices and just ask.
worst they can say is "no not anymore sorry"
might call them myself later
I can swear to god I was staring at it yesterday and now I can't find it.
>Mike confirmed for friendly neighborhood skinwalker.
Speaking of potentially friendly neighborhood skinwalkers.