Haven't seen a spoop thread in a long time. Post what

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One of my favourites

does anyone have the slav ones?

>>33050191
>clip

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starting with a classic.

>>33050854
Anyone have the one where theres a human sacrifice going on and anon breaks it up?

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>>33051270
2/3

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>>33051280
3/3

>>33051488
>>33050802
hasn't this been disproven ?

>>33051778
Yeah but it's still a decent read. Honestly if you care that any of these have been disproven or not you take this way too seriously, nothing here is legit it's all just people writing stories, albeit some are more believable than others, none of them are real. And I can vouch for that, because I wrote a number of these stories that show up in each one of these threads.

>>33051807
i know but the read is ruined when it's easily disproved like that

>>33051820
Then this thread was ruined from the start.

>>33051832
that's not what i meant

>>33050234
was there ever a followup to this?

>>33052192
IDK dig around a bit if so then post here please

I always love these threads.

>>33050023
>Haven't seen a poop thread in a long time
W-what? Poop? When did we have poop threads?
*reread*
>S
Oh thank god.

>>33050023
I don't really know if this fits in here, but I enjoyed it.
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2017/01/bizarre-encounters-with-the-weird-in-the-vietnam-war/

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I have a little story, probably not interesting but a bump is a bump

>be 17
>live practically in the middle of nowhere
>go out on a night walk because fuck it
>bring c02 revolver because underage
>check watch after walking a while
>just hit witching hour
>giggle to myself about "ooo so spooky"
>suddenly get the feeling I'm being watched
>hairs stand up on arms
>turn around slowly
>see silhouette of a old man about 10 meters off
>lots of Silver Alerts around here so probably just some guy with Alzheimer's or dementia that wandered off
>either staring directly at me or the other direction, can't tell it's dark as fuck
>he's completely still
>want to just run away but I can't leave this poor bastard out here if he is just mentally ill
>grab c02 gun and put it behind my back
>it's not killing anybody but it looks like an old man, I'm sure it'll fuck him up if I aim for the face
>feel bad for even considering hurting an old man but you can never be too sure with dementia and shit
>"Hello, sir?"
>he does a 180
>looks like he's staring directly at me but can't see his face
>"Sir, are you okay? What're you doing way out here?"
>he turns and starts walking down a little hill
>"H-hey!"
>start jogging slowly towards him
>get out flash light
>look down hill
>nothing
>crouch down and check ground
>no footprints of any kind
>mfw my brain working a mile a minute trying to find an answer other than ghost
>briskly make my way home jumping at every noise

>>33050023
I've been drinking and this is too much for me right now, but I can't stop reading

This all happened years ago>
>dad and I go elk hunting in mid december
>fucking cold
>fucking dark most of the time
>we're camping on a frozen swamp because it's the only flat thing around for miles and the elk are somewhere in this damn canyon
>no elk sign this trip, very unusual for the area
>canyon is probably a mile wide at the mouth, we're camped below a moraine to hide from the elk up canyon
>was 3rd evening, just back from the hunt, been on a diet of jerky and m&ms since civilization
>finally have to shit
>It's tuesday, tuesday shits are always the worst
>take rifle, binoculars, shovel, wet wipes
>270 win, model 70 win, classic fudd rifle
>hike up and over snowy hill of loose rocks
>find a nice boulder and use it to brace for power shit
>fuck up and dunk my balls in the snow
>not_dropping_until_spring.jpg
>off to the south east I see a moving thing, wrong color for elk
>finish my shit quickly so I can get binoculars on it
>it's not moving fast, so finding it with binos after wiping is easy
>Thing looks weird, wolf-like, but built wrong for anything canine, blueish black in color against white snow.
>it has this weird gait, running on two then trotting on 4, like neither is really comfortable.
>suns almost gone, so no direct light, sun is below the horizon and moving north.
>I can see light from another camp reflecting off the mountainside
thing heads that way, right against the edge of the canyon.
cont

>next day up before dawn
>fed, scrubbed, shot of whiskey to thaw out my toes, planning morning hunt, mention thing I saw last night
>"it was probably just a little snow-blindness, Anon. Wear your sunglasses more."
>Hear truck coming so I put my rifle in the truck and walk out to the road to see who it is
>have my tag ready in my pocket incase it's the ranger
>pickup with horse trailer comes down the road from direction of the camp I saw last night.
>They slow up and wave me over
>three guys crammed in front seat, barely dressed, boots and jackets
>all of them look right freaked out, one visibly shaking
>Turns out something attacked their horses last night
>They say they got packed as fast as they could this morning
>recommend we do the same and get while the gittin's good
>Dad is now arriving from the tent
>He tells them to piss off, we're going to get an elk or be damned trying
>guys say it's our hide and pull away
>blood on back of horse trailer
>tent fabric sticking out of gate, tent poles sticking out top of the gate, obciously rushed
>we make the morning hunt a couple miles up the canyon, still nothing, cut no tracks
>lunch in the truck, around noon and plan afternoon hunt
>decide to check now vacant canyon nextdoor
>Pull into now empty camp
>normal, fire ring, normal tent patch
>blood trails on the ground
>lots of drag marks to where the horse trailer would have been parked
>go down to creek though the trees
>wtf.jpg
>blood and bits of hair everwhere
>ground is chewed up like horses panicked
>3 half eaten horse carcasses
>rump meat and innards missing
>drag marks and blood obviously from saddles/blankets being moved
>only smell is horse
>dad and I are both unnerved
>I go to truck
>dad circles camp to try and cut tracks

>>33057663
And then?

cont
>I tried both phones for signal, let the ranger know about horse carcasses
>no cell service
>"Anon!"
>grab rifle and go see what's up
>Dad has weird looking track, used once each direction, powdery snow kicked into tracks, headed out of the canyon towards ours.
>Discuss options, I start following track take walkie talkie
>dad takes truck out to road
>yep track goes right where I saw the thing last night.
>bushwack back to the road, about 1 mile
I should mention, this is sagebrush and pine trees country
>not going to go on evening hunt, too curious, no elk we've seen either
>follow the road up our canyon, keeping track of tracks with binoculars
>it skirts the edge of the canyon floor for a few miles then takes off up the side. road sign and map say there's an old mine up there
>can't drive up the road, snow is too deep
>we hike out across the floor a ways and look back at the hillside, golden hour makes scoping the track easy, goes right up to the top
>there's a structure we can just see the top of from where we are, track goes almost directly to it.
>hoof it back to the truck in failing light, and get back to camp
>we heat up dinner fast and go up the moraine to keep an eye out in the last bit of light
>rifles are now kept loaded, worried about bear
>little later tonight, but thing comes back down the track it made before, same walk/trot
>much discussion about what it is
>decide it must be a mountain lion
>go to bed, but neither of us really sleep
>Next day we get up late since we didn't sleep.
cont

>first thing we do is hike out to the track from camp
>hurrdurr, never going to just follow our track back to our camp
>more use makes track easier to see
>track looks long, but curiosity fades
>Drive as far up canyon as we can, lots of hiking trying to cut elk sign
>about an hour before sundown we see a herd of elk
>hoof it across the mile flat and sneak up on them from a ditch
>beautiful bull right up close 60-75 yards
>mfw cowtags
>dad takes the shot because 7mm mag
>work ensues
>Finally get back to camp, almost midnight
>Tent is knocked over, and this thing is standing right in the middle of camp, stuff scattered everywhere
>we have the headlights right on it
>this thing is fucking ugly
>Long canine snout, yellow teeth
>short spine, way to short for a wolf
>with back legs and front legs straight, it's back is at a 45 degree angle
>we audibly shit ourselves
>I come to my senses first, not going to have any of this weird shit on my hunt
>I jump out of the truck and start shooting
>thing tears off into the dark
>I know I hit it twice out of 5, dad swears it was 3
>examine camp, everything ruined
>tracks are longer than anything I've seen, like a super elongated wolf track, 6 inches wide, 12 long with long, almost finger like toe impressions
>throw everything in the back of the truck
>no fucks given, right on top of bloody elk carcass
>the whole time we were packing we had rifles
>saw eyes in the dark a few times
>we were packed and back in the truck in a half hour
>drive out to the highway was tense and quiet, we both checked the mirrors regularly.
>went back in the summer to check out the mine, something/one had been living there. there were numerous recent bones, modern plates, blankets and a camp stove a few yards into the mine.
>checked in with the ranger too
>guys with the horses let him know, but he never found the carcasses.

>>33057762
Bumpin in hopes of more.

Love reading these out in the woods at night. Best atmosphere for spoopy threads

>>33057616
>>33057663
>>33057706
>>33057762
Should've brought the silver bullets

/K/ spoopy threads are better then /X/ spoopy threads

>>33060358
>using capital letters for board names
But yeah. Almost anything is better than the /x/ equivalent.
Hell, /x/ can't even summon a succubus, and /pol/ awoke an ancient Egyptian god. So there is that.

>>33060375
Thats some resident fucking evil shit right there

>>33050475
can this be posted in a legible fucking resolution? fuck man

>>33052192
stories like this always have no followup. it's supposed to make you think "wow, he really went back there and really died to really real gnomes. really."

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>>33050023

>>33062425
This one is always a great read.
>scaring a fucking wendigothing
noice.

>>33050234
The moral of the story is, of course, don't piss off the fair folk.

Damn, now I really want a story about a bunch of /k/ommandos going up into the mountains to take on the fair folk.

>>33050888
Coati or coyote?

critters are real good at not leaving tracks in their habitats, hence why most of them hunt by scent.

>>33050234
I know it's just a story, but as a Swede, I have one huge problem with this story:

I have never, ever heard of or met ANY person in this country named "Dana". Neither as a given name nor as a nickname. The mythology parts are a tad sketchy as well. We Swedes don't generally lend much credence to the old tales anymore. My grandmother and grandfather still are fairly certain that trolls exist, but they're crazy anyhow (grandpa still thinks Russia might invade at any moment).

>>33050023
heres my story, I was 16 at the time so no gun just a knife and doggo
first off a bit of background:
>liked running early morning and late night because cooler and It was quieter
>had been doing this in the same woods near where I live for years so I knew them like the back of my hand
>got so used to them I never bothered with a torch just relied on memory, my doggo and the bit of night vision I had
>always brought a knife or a icepick with me just incase and wore a backpack with weights
anyway
>middle of winter night about 12ish and pitch black
>happily running thrugh woods with doggo singing to myself
>here running behind me (strange since I know no one else goes running this late)
>stop
>they stop too
>continue on a bit spooked thinking it must of been in my head
>hear footsteps again
>keep going but regularly changing speed
>they copy
>starting to worry about the doggo and what will happen to her if anything happens to me (she's loyal but a collie ain't a fighting dog)
>do a long loop to check for sure if im being followed
>I am
>they are picking up the pace
>I can't outrun this
>dog is now limping due to a accident when she was younger what plays up
>decide to try something
>pull out knife
>brace it to chest
>decide nothing is stopping close to 190 pounds sprinting at them
>suddenly turn 180 and sprint at the fucker
>shout some random shit
>I have never seen anything turn and run off so fast
>got home as fast as I could
>I still go running there sometimes but never without something on me

I have one but its not so much spoopy more so funny
>be late at night hadn't fapped in weeks due to family holiday
>decided to make it special, candles, lube, fully naked and what ever else I could get to make it better
>happily fapping
>here the fence outside creak
>ignore it
>here someone knock on my window (bungalow)
>OH NO YOU DONT
>grab bedside knife and climb out of window
>stand in garden screaming that I'll fucking kill them
>nothing, cunt must of jumped the fence before I got out
>surprisingly warm night
>stars are out
>well now is a good a time as any
>finish my wank under the stars
>climb back into room
>about to get into bed
>here someone jump the fence
>they couldn't of been...
>check the next morning
>find flattened area and footprints behind bush in corner of the garden
>some poor fucker was too terrified to move and just sat and watched my starlit wank

>>33055536
haha epic joke xD lmfaoing!!!

Also story:

>wake up at 3 AM to my dog barking loudly from outside
>dog is usually very quiet
>go on full alert and grab glawk from bedside drawer to investigate
>doggo is still barking nonstop but can't hear anything or anyone else
>start getting nervous as all those spooky stories from /k/ fill my head
>take a peek through the sliding door and see that it's just my neighbor's kid's dumbass cat scared out of her fucking mind on my tool shed

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>>33050023

Might've been posted already so sorry in advance, but does anyone have that creepypasta about the group of friends going camping or something when shit goes down, and their socially inept retard mall ninja friend with a bullpup ends up being the only one prepared and kinda keeps them all together?

Anyone know what I'm talking about?

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>>33050023
It isn't innawoods spoopy but I find number stations really unsettling to listen to. Perhaps it's because they're from an age of super secretive espionage and no one knows what the numbers meant. Or maybe it's simply just because they tend to sound so creepy.

Posting the obvious:
https://youtube.com/watch?v=GUQUD3IMbb4

http://priyom.org/number-stations/german/g02

>>33060375
so, those symptoms are pretty similar to somebody eating a death cap mushroom, basically everything can be attributed to liver failure that isn't the skin blisters, the chem/disease supposedly takes a while to kill and the death cap can take upwards of 12.

maybe they experimented in aerosol application of it and the aerosol causes the blisters

you know, assuming it's real (which I don't)

>>33057275
Spooky

>>33063414
something similar happened to me up in Maine, except not spoop, just actual wolves/fuck huge coyotes and I did hit fucking shit when I scared them off with a shot after them circling for what felt like hours

>>33064517
yea, but that's because everyone and everything is named muhammed at this point

>>33064888
k/omedy gold

>>33064517
But anon, Russia will invade at any moment. You aren't safe. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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Unlike most of the retarded made-up supernatural stories in this thread, I have one that actually happened. It isn't as spoopy obviously, but still kinda creepy

>be me
>the gun nut in my group of friends
>me and 4 of my friends decide to go camping (two of my buddies and their girlfriends, mine doesn't like camping so she didn't come)
>bumfuck Alaska (this was a three week camping trip)
>they ask me to bring my rifle just in case a bear fucks with us or something
>I'm originally from rural Michigan and am a bit of a "mountainman" so I'm the "guide"
>4th day in
>as we're hiking, hear brush noise behind us, figure it's a moose or bear so I stay at the back just in case it makes any move
>6th day in, more of the same
>night of the 7th day
>we're drinking around the campfire, having fun
>about 2AM
>fire is almost dead, two of them are in their tent humping, my other friend and his gf are falling asleep near the fire
>only I am awake, drinking vodka and stoking the coals, cheeki breeki
>HUGE FUCKING NOISE
>can't even really describe it, it wasn't a noise like a call or something, it sounded like something hitting, like a giant rock falling onto a pile of scrap iron with a scraping noise
>everyone jolts the fuck awake
>"OMG ANON GO CHECK IT OUT"
>trying to be a hot shot, so I do
>Walk around for about 20 minutes, nothing, head back
>we all forget about it and go to sleep
>10th day, more daytime noises
>11th day, walking down the side of a hill, watch a tree fall about a quarter mile away
>decide to avoid the area
>that night, we hear the noise again
>decide to go back home and end the trip early, but we're about a 4 day hike back
>hear more noises during the day
>I decide that some Alaskan hicks are fucking with us, yell out to them to fucking knock it out
>two nights later, almost back to where our vehicles are
>we're all in our tents, mine is very thick canvas
1/2

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>>33067291
cont.
>hear the same loud crashing noise that wakes us up
>I grab my Tigr (maybe I was STALKER LARPing a bit)
>hear a BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM like a pig
>I run out into the woods near where it was
>see vague animal shaped figure, fire at it about 3 times
>nothing else happens
>go looking the next morning while everyone is packing up and getting ready to bug the fuck out
>no blood, didn't seem to hit shit
>but I did find a patch of mud by an old rusted out truck
>footprints, but not from shoes. Like footprints from someone walking barefoot and a pile of vomit, along with some other animal tracks that look like hoofs
>go back and we hike for almost 2 days straight back to our cars

So from what I gather, some bored Alaskan mountainmen decided to fuck with the Southern yokels up to camp or something. Maybe we were accidentally on their land? Idk but I'm guessing they brought a pig to make noise, banged around and made loud noises, and then on that final night got really drunk and escalated things a bit too much and then fucked off when they realized we were really spooked and I was going to shoot them

>>33064888
Someone cap this please

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>>33067352
Yeah, drunk mountainmen, heh.

>>33067701
Haha I wouldn't worry about it

>>33063253

I was just thinking that could be a good story. Set it as the /k/ommando from the original outfitting a group of friends and adventurers to go out to the cabin and find out what happened to his grandpa. The others are confident that he probably fucked up and froze to death, but the protagonist knows that it was the fair folk- the whisperers in the dark- and that's why he's been so insistent that they invest in portable light sources. Naturally, everything slowly goes wrong as they progress towards the cabin, as the fair folk take their toll on the party and as the group begins to suspect that their enigmatic leader knows more about their troubles than he's willing to admit to.

>>33050023
Have some OC:
>Be a sentry at Camp Pendleton in 2015
>Doing patrols at 2 in the morning
>Stop by the old hospital the the Marine Corps hasn't gotten around to tearing down
>It's creepy as shit, even during the day. We take new guys there to scare them
>Nighttime makes it 10 times worse but it's just a fuckin building
>Walk around the outside making sure it's all locked up
>Notice one of the chains is missing from the doors
>It's open
>Oh fuck.avi
>Radio in the door's open, get told that MPs will come by in 30 minutes or so
>We've got four guys, definitely not enough to clear this place
>But a little look around wouldn't hurt
Too hard to explain with greentext, so we go inside and it's quiet. Dead fuckin silent. It's an abandoned building so that's to be expected. We leave the lobby and start wandering around in a shitty column, M16s at the alert. I noticed a window had been shattered so we went over to check it out. It had been shattered from the inside. You could feel everyone get more nervous when we saw that, the window had been fine one my last patrol here less than 24 hours ago. We get back in a column and continue on. We walk into the main lobby where all of the elevators are and as we do one of the fuckers opens up. No one's supposed to have been in this place for three years. My new guy just straight bolts outside after that which pisses me the fuck off. I keep pushing on with my one other guy, I don't remember how but we figured that the trespasser had to be in the basement. We go down there begrudgingly, the power is out down here so we use our flashlights. There's a faint alarm going off towards the storage area so we head there. Inside the storage area there's a series of rooms with nothing in them and no doors. We pass the first one, all clear, second is the same, when we get to the third I freeze up. There's a bunch of chairs arranged around a circular point in the room. Not only that, I feel like I just shouldn't be there.

>>33068799
It's hard to explain but my brain was screaming at me to run away right then and there. And I would have too except my buddy tells me that he hears something. I listen for a few seconds and hear someone talking. It's coming from up a ladder that leads to the AC units. We've come this far, might as well keep going. I go up first with a white-knuckled grip on my rifle. The AC units are close enough together that we have to shimmy through them. I look down the corridor with my flashlight before going through. The voice was getting stronger like it's just on the other side of these things. I raise my flashlight up again and almost piss myself. There's a man in a white t-shirt and jeans talking with someone at the other end. I yell out: "SHOW ME YOUR HANDS" as loud as I can. And he doesn't do a damn thing. Just keeps talking casually to whomever before he turns around and walks out of view behind the AC unit. I quickly shoved myself through the crack to get this guy. But when I got to the other side, no one was there. Not the man in white, not whoever he was talking to. Fucking no one. Me and my buddy tactically nope'd the fuck out of there and ran back outside. MPs showed up soon after and checked the inside, I told them I thought I had seen movement in the basement through a window so they'd check down there. They told me they didn't find anything, no alarms going off, no circles of chairs, nothing. I haven't told anyone about it to this day and I have no idea what the fuck I saw down there. I avoided that hospital as much as I could after that.

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>>33062425
>I compromised by keeping a steady eye on the woods and pissed on its tracks.

>>33060358
/k/ has guns so the encounters last longer.

>>33065495
Bill's story is so fake that I can't even enjoy it.

>>33065495

>>33050191

it's a FAL, Bill was having Rhodie flashbacks and started trying to slot_floppies and shot some black hiker in the woods. His friends made up the story as a cover.

>UK
>small game hunting out in't west country with my air rifle, Air Arms TX200HC
>spend the day strolling through the great British countryside, slotting the occasional woody
>set up small camp in a clearing, start a fire, have some Heinz beans, some tea, usual britbong stuff
>Gun has a nitesight setup, mainly for slotting rats on farms but good for a bit of night time nature watching.
>might even see a deer, how fucking exciting
>finish up some rich tea biscuits, have a little scan in the woods with the nitesight but nowt's about
>generally quiet, but not super spoopy no sound, there's still the rustling and insect noise
>suddenly in the distance i hear a THUMP
>is that a fucking drum?
>staring into the darkness for a minute or two and i hear it again
>definitely a drum
>who the fuck is way out here banging a drum
>sling rifle, stuff pellet tin in pocket and make my way in the direction of the noise
>20 minutes of walking, correcting my direction and random drumming later i find myself on the edge of a clearing, overlooking a natural valley
>its_over_anakin_i_have_the_high_ground.png
>crouch down by the trees and let my eyes adjust
>in the little valley is a big fire, 7~ people that look like Jedi cosplayers and two people wearing YUGEE masks.
>and yes, a big drum
1/2

>>33070175
>sit for a good 5 minutes taking this all in. The two in the masks are dancing around the fire and the others are just watching, in total silence. This goes on for a few minutes and is only interrupted by one of the group hitting the drum
>suddenly my eye catches a large pile of logs, stacked in a way to make a flat surface
>COVERED in either blood or a fuck load of strawberry icecream sauce
>no sign of animal carcasses that i can see
>mild amusement is slowly turning into nope.exe, half of me thinks "edgy cosplayer hippy fucks" and the other half thinks "druidic death cult"
>decide to grab a pic, pull out iphone
>taking it out of my pocket has given it the opportunity to get some signal, only a bar but it's enough
>DING DING DING DING
>DOMINOS FEED FOUR FOR £5 TO STOP TEXT STOP TO 12345
>phone was on loud
>look up, 9 people looking in my direction
>people talk about a fight-or-flight reflex, well today call me British Airways because it's FUCK THIS O CLOCK
>in the same instant, the 9...cultists? book it towards me like Usain Bolt
2/3 (fucking text limit)

>>33070183
>i respond in kind and tear some serious arse back towards my camp, mind is racing with all the ways im going to murder the shit out of everyone at Dominos UK
>i can see my camp
>push my body to its limit to put some distance between Obi Wan and pals
>run PAST my camp, in to the trees on the other side, throw myself into a little dugout
>rifle off shoulder, load a round, flick on the nitesight and wait
>they stumble into the camp and start looking around, all of them holding big knives (inb4 get a life bin that knife)
>fuck up my tent (pricks), start to spread out
>two of them walking straight towards me
>put crosshairs right over what is roughly his crotch, reasoning that i might get a lucky hit on the ballsack and that'll have one less of them chasing me
>take up slack on trigger
>literally 20 yards away, heart is racing and i'm scared shitless
>suddenly one of the ones in the camp shouts that i'm gone (lol) and basically, lets fuck off
>stay in that dugout until sunup, drum going all night
>grab essentials from camp and half run half jog all the way back to the car

i swear to god everyone west of Reading is either fucking their sister or in a fucking cult.