@@thatairplaneguy that is an interesting synchronicity isn’t it? Anybody who has dwelled there knows-don’t whistle in the woods. This is said from the Inuits all the way down to native Americans in the southwest US. It’s real. Things like that aren’t remembered if they don’t matter or are just fantasy. Thanks for your perspective all y’all. It’s valuable and appreciated.
I conclude with the Kentuckian. As a West Virginian myself, don’t whistle in the dark and don’t go wondering about aimlessly. Do t follow sounds, never answer to the faint call of your name, just stick to the path and get to where you was goin.
@demonjmh center mass hits won't stop many animals. Those center mass hits will eventually kill them but it won't immediately stop them. When you have a large predator coming at you hard then you want to immediately stop it even if it means going accuracy-by-volume on its cranium.
I heard a big foot story from a man who had lived near the deep woods of Maine. A man mortality wounded a peaceful big foot. And you could hear its partner loudly mourning for its dead mate.
@@jameswoodbury2806Damn man you can't kill them they are just invincible they choose to die by their way, you can make em they are actually supernatural humans in ape form.
@@jameswoodbury2806how do they know it’s peaceful? That is a big assumption if they don’t have actual history of the creature? That sounds like propaganda because we have no context in the story and are trying to sway the listener without true details or evidence
It's hicks in the woods with guns who think they are hunters. Pappy had a still and he dung shot his foot off ,walks like a dodo bird even no id never seen one. Only a half of a percent of pale face are real hunters. The rest shoot at bushes and make up shit. Chief medical sasquach Oregon tribe.😂
I'm a truck driver that just discovered your channel a few days ago. I've binged so many of these and wanna say thanks for helping me pass the time. Super excited for any new paranormal stories regarding Afghanistan and Iraq!
@@gloxed Agree, both those channels are awesome, but my personal favorite is Wartime Stories. Luke Lamana has the best storytelling voice, and I love all the added 'content' after the vid is done.
As a man who was a hunter in the Appalachian mountains and a camper growing up, I can tell you that there are predators out there that observe us. I have experienced the total silence more than once and understand that I was allowed to come home.
Same, but I was only a couple of feet away from my front door. Curtains where drawn, lights shut off as much as possible, and words where spoken quietly for thr rest of thr night. Living rural has pluses and minuses
I drove the Appalachian range at the end of summer because I've always wanted to. Those woods have a very different feeling to them. I grew up in the Sierra Nevada mountains, which can be spooky, but nothing like your woods
I've had a few run in with humanoid shadow figures with glowing red eyes around my childhood home in the Appalachian mountains. While I always find it a beautiful sight driving through the mountains I always have that passing thought of not knowing what's in those forests
Sometimes at night, I'll hear coyotes yipping, howling, growling, owl hoots, cats meowing, all kinds of animal noises. Up in the trees. Really creepy voices saying things like "hello?" and "who's there?" Went out with a spotlight a while back and saw the maker of the sounds. It's a raven. Just yakking away there in the dark. I've heard it crowing like a rooster in the mornings, making fire truck sirens, mimicking goats and geese, all sorts of sounds. An elderly woman down the road sings to it, and it'll belt out a few song words here and there now. The animal noises are always bang-on, though. Hearing an eagle squawk at 3am from above you while trying to check on your chickens is really unsettling, even when you fully know what it is. Canid sounds in the trees above you are probably the worst...
That's awesome! Birds are very intelligent. I have a male turkey who's learned to jump on the post that we hang our bird feeder on, swing his left leg, hit the feeder so the seed falls out then flies back down and eats.
What a treat! I'd love to interact with a raven, but they're not common around here. I did learn recently that blue jays mimic other birds. I've quite often heard what sounds like a hawk, but it's just ole blue jay keeping the other birds on their toes!
If an old lady pulls you aside to warn you about any area nearby, you need to listen no matter how much she rambles or tries to offer you disgusting snacks & tea
23:59 I was never in the military but here's a story, It was late November and I was up a mountain owned by my grandfather, I was deer hunting but due to local law you could hunt game animals anytime of the year as long as you don't sell the meat. The sun was going down and I had decided it was time to come off the mountain as it was getting dark, I was paying closer attention to my surroundings because I had no luck so I was hoping to pick off something on the way home, I had stopped all at once to tie my shoe and my heart sank when I heard a snow muffled step behind me, I had been hunting long enough to know I was being tracked and whoever or whatever that was trailing me knew to step in time with me to keep noise low, without turning around I pulled a granola bar to eat, I wasn't hungry but I knew if it was an animal behind me it would sense my panic and strike so I tried my best to keep calm but it didn't help. I started running all at once, I was too afraid to turn around so I just ran facing ahead, twigs snapped and the snow crunched but I didn't turn around, I slipped and rolled down a hill to a paved side road and thankfully whatever that was chasing me stopped at the tree line, I never went hunting after that and I live on the inner side of WV now, far from any wooded area. I'm not much of a writer so my apologies for my poor grammar
That Whistlin' Jack story was INTENSE!!! I really did appreciate that. Same with the first story as it reminded me of my home in Prescott Valley, AZ. Your visual description brought up images of my home immediately. Keep telling these stories. I appreciate your method and the stories very much.
30:21 - "He would bark, looking at the woods, every so often glancing over his shoulder at me, like, checking that I was still there, then back at the woods, barking." Boy, I know the feeling when a dog does that, except my dog did it from beside my bed, staring down the hall into the kitchen, and he looked back at me as if to say, "You're okay with this?"
@@leonkythreotis8181- Maybe. Apparently so. On his first night in that house, the dog jumped to his feet, growling and barking, but he gradually relaxed over time. The growling and raised hackles became mere barking, and then he reached a point where he didn't bother to stand up. He just raised his head from his paws, glared down the hallway, and growled. After a few weeks, he flinched and snorted disgustedly around the same time every night. Finally, he stopped reacting altogether. This incident might be related: One evening, a girlfriend and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and we heard a loud, deep, moaning sigh. It was NOT subtle. My girlfriend's eyes bulged. "What in God's name was that?" she whispered. "The refrigerator?" I guessed. It was creepy and jarring enough that she never stopped talking about it. She called it "the breather." I lived in that house a little over ten years, long enough to have gone through three girlfriends and finally a wife while I lived there. Three of the four women were convinced that my house was haunted and that whatever haunted it specifically hated them. (Girlfriend #3 had no interest in the supernatural, but she heard things and made me get out of bed to search for prowlers on several occasions.) If something was there, it didn't like women or dogs, and they didn't like it. It left me alone.
Yes, that brought back memories of when I had moved into my house. I was in the dinning room one night with just that light on which was quite bright as it was a cieling fan with four bulbs. Anyway I had two cats one cat came out of the bedroom to my right and was walking normaly to my left. When she got to the doorway of the kitchen and glanced into the somewhat darker room she looked like one of those cartoon cats that is scared. Arched back tail tripled in size every part of her was on high alert as she started a low growl. I just sort of laughed it off as cats freak out sometimes for no apparent reason. My other cat must have heard the comotion and also came out of the bedroom looking totaly unconcerned. Until she too got to the doorway and followed suit. By now I was freaked out because they both slowly backed up as they continued to growl. I went out there and looked around turned on the light but for most of the rest of the night they wouldn't go in the kitchen. I feel confident they could see something that I could not but what it was who knows.
My dog does this all the time. His favorite thing is to drag me outside and just stare off into the distance. It annoys me so much that I sometimes start threatening the "thing," telling it that it needs to come over and face me because I'm tired of it's crap. Yes, I do go out armed, but nothing has ever happened . And he has started doing it in the house, but I assume it's just my deceased Mom checking on us.
You have my total respect for putting the sound of a bobwhite quail call at the begenning.The bobwhite once populated most of the U.S.Simce the 90s they have completely died off in the eastern U.S., due to an eye worm, which spreads quickly thr out the covey of birds.However, a texas researcher has reversed the worm problem in texas.I can only hope the F.D.A. puts the medicated grain pellets thr out the U.S., to bring them back.Thank you for the video.
I live in TN and they're making a comeback. Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency released a few hundred a few years ago. To lend credibility to dude's story, I've heard quail at night in my backyard which butts up against pretty thick woods. I live about 90 miles northwest of where his story takes place.
@RowdyRedneck94 I believe you.Until the eye worm is brought to the attention of wardens, and how to kill them, the quail will continue to be a memory of the past.I found out about these eye worms on the latest meat eater podcast.They had the top scientist on there Wednesday talking about the reasons the bobwhite quail disappeared.
I always assumed it was cats that killed them off. In the Carolinas we heard them all the time in the 80s and early 90s but they, along with the whippoorwill, sorta just disappeared.
I found out the whole story on the meat eater podcasts, episode 623.I think anyone who wants to know what happened to the bobwhite quail should watch this.100 percent the best evidence, by science, that explains what happens to not only quail, but red grouse of Scotland it has effected as well.
If you live in a small community and next to the forest with possible "unwated" things, investing in camera with random modes, a powerful rifle and "Close proximity detection system" which we mostly call simply a dog is a must.
From what I can tell in the first story, that thing was extremely intelligent to be able to lure 2 experienced hunters/active military men and make them chase thin air for several miles. It made coyote sounds and set up evidence along the way. This thing had studied them and crafted a method to hunt them. If you were to go out with the intent to hunt it down, it would definitely know and take measures to stay ahead of you.
One thing I have learned from all the years of listening to stories about the various Bigfoot types around North America is that while those in the Pacific Northwest are usually more docile in nature, the ones in the Southern United States are downright hostile. The Hillbilly Beast, Whistlin' Jack, the Skunk Ape, etc. All very predatory variants.
I've told folks that have come from the western parts of the states to be careful over here on the eastern side when they come researching here about the boogers being very.. crafty???.. My theory is that they became all too aware of the pew pew sticks the settlers brought with them that would maim or kill them and it's been passed down for generations and made them more aggressive in some places. For the most part, I think they just want to be left alone and just try to get from A to Z and live their lives. The smart ones know if they hurt someone it will bring out the hunters trying to get rid of them and they protect their young in a ferocious way if you get between a young one and it's parents.
They all seem to have decidedly less "human" demoniac characteristics too ie. three toes illuminated eyes an over powering almost supernatural stench and the ability to seemingly render themselves imperceptible with infrasound or some other biological resonance. They also are not spoken of in Native legend and lore nearly as much which is unusual given the relative weath of information we have from eastern tribes compared to those in the west. These things all point to them being a more recent encroachment due to human habitation in the area skyrocketing or more likely some other stimuli that we the The relation between these things and UFO flaps since the 50s is also extremely interesting with more than a few sightings putting them at the scene of close encounters and even as the occupants of UFOs in some cases. It seems as if they just came out of nowhere whereas the western creatures were very much known to both native and white men since the 1800s. These things whatever they are have distinct supernatural chimeric and metaphysical qualities across the board so much so to be regarded as spirits in native cultures, no doubt they are heavily linked to whatever is responsible for the UFO phenomenon with these eastern/southern variations clearly being of a much different purpose or genetic origin.
Duh think of the atrocities over time. The Black Slaves, the Genocide of the Indians. Not to mention the Natives were very peaceful in the northeast because food was so plentiful and the climate good due to the proximity of the sea. In Appilachia you are far from anything. Cherokee and Cree wars over thousands of years and Im sure more. Much death and blood and war. The Northwest is more peaceful at least once you get past the Oregon Deserts into the Cascade Zones.
I grew up in the Black Hills of South Dakota, and I'm telling you right now there are....things in those woods. Call them animals, spirits, whatever. I've seen things that weren't made by any animal that lives there, and heard sounds that didn't come from the throats of any animal there either. Keep your head on a swivel. When you enter woods like that, you're being hunted. You're prey.
@@DundaMifflinI've seen cougars and black bears there before. I know the area quite well, having grown up there, as have my family for a few generations. I'm telling you there's something in there. Something else.
@@TheErikWulfI honestly don't care if it's true or not. I love stories, or folklore, like this. Makes the world a bit more magical so to speak. That being said, I wouldn't doubt that there's something going on within those woods. It's easy for people to dismiss what they consider "supernatural" until they encounter it face to face. I've never seen a cryptid but I have seen a ghost. Once you realize these extraordinary claims people make about one thing is true, you realize you don't know as much as you think you do. Life is a strange thing. The world is a strange place.
@@jarekparek4305Let me guess you never lived in the woods, probably a big city yuppie that thinks all wildlife animals are some disney character and try pet them. After time goes by you start learning how different animals sound from one from another and their different mannerisms. Deer for an example, are easley spooked, so the slightest crushing of dry tree leaf's will cause them to run away. So the person that you're being critical of, has a deep understanding what is natural and what isn't natural when it comes to the woods. You on the other hand, would think the city park is the wilderness.
My Granddad was in a British army regiment, on manoeuvres when he was a young man (late 40s) he saw a huge black triangle. He reckoned it was about 200-300' along each side, apparently what got to him the most was how silent it was, he reckoned he could have thrown a rock and hit it, it was that close but there was not a single noise from it. He wasn't the only witness either. Apparently, nearly 20 people in total saw it, and from how he told it, it practically appeared out of nowhere over them
I'm from SEA and in our culture, anything weird or out of place we are taught not to pay attention to it especially after sunset. It may not be what it seems to be.
My in-laws live in eastern Tn. While hiking along a spring branch on their property, I came across a sandy patch with the biggest single footprint I’ve ever seen. My size 12 boot was dwarfed on all sides.
Tn has some freaky stuff in it. I swear it does. I was hunting and saw a 8-10 ft tall Indian style tp but made of sticks interwoven. Had an entrance and an exit and the weeds around were flattening by whatever it was. I prior to this was hunting the same spot, this structure was 30 yards from where I hunted. I sat down, about 5:30am it’s dark. I heard a big ass thunk on the side of the tree. I was confused but didn’t think much of it. About 5 minutes later another’s thunk but closer. This one scared me a bit because it sounded like a stick hitting the side of a tree, not a squirrel or deer. I unholstered my pistol and laid down. For the next 20 minutes it got closer, I heard no footsteps just it getting closer and hitting the tree with its stick. Whatever it was got close, about 10-15 yards from me and I never heard a step and there we’re leafs in the ground! I waited till sunrise and didn’t leave. I stayed and watched the field for two hours. The day before I saw over 13 deer and a few turkeys. That day I saw nothing. Not even birds. Just freaked me out good but I’m not keen on calling it a Bigfoot but I have no idea what else it could be?
@@germansherman3839I've read about feral humans who live in Tennessee, like the "wild man." I don't know if these people actually exist, but it could be true.
@@germansherman3839i’ve found two temporary camps on my family’s property in oregon and washington. i have two family members who have seen em on different occasions. i’ve heard their footsteps mere feet from me on the other side of a tree. it’s unreal. many other stories. they have a little fun with us but for the most part don’t push too much and they are only coming to both properties a couple months out of the year to feed on the abundance of fruit. September is the most active
@@truthseeker2321 they used to back in day in the smoky park. Rangers had probs with em, one even getting attacked back before they were armed. There may be some info on it still online, but like everything, you only know what someone wants you to? Some say cannibal ferals got dennis martin and why the marines were sent to search and eliminate them. Other tales of locals being paid to get rid of them. We will probably never know the truth. At least not in this life. Theres bf out there, and that I do know.
One of my favorite memories as a kid was sitting on the front porch of my grandparents house in the evening after doing farm chores. My grandpa, a cold Pepsi, a scarred ole tabby cat lounging by the chair, and Bob whites serenading us from the pine grove in the West side of the front lawn. Rural mid Michigan at high summer. Some memories are a slice of heaven. I sure do miss the sound of Bob whites, whippoorwils, startling a clutch of grouse or pheasants while traipsing through the woods. From this vantage point the 70's were nirvana.
The late 70s were the last time I heard the Bob White quail whistle in Indiana, and Ohio and Kentucky, too, for that matter. I can't remember hearing them after the blizzard of 1978. It got so cold that the Ohio River froze over, and we could walk across it.
@@truthseeker2321 I've never made the connection with the disappearance of bird species to the 78' Blizzard, but it wouldn't surprise me if it had a major impact. Here it snowed a couple feet, then it iced over. The ice was so thick I could ride my huffy on top of it for a few days. The deer were struggling. We lived in the woods along a river next to a cedar wetland. My Dad put out food for the deer. We had small herds surrounding the house. 60/70 deer every day until we went into a thaw period and conditions improved. Thanks for sharing.
@animoetprudentia2865 You're welcome ! I don't know if the blizzard was the main reason, but that's what some people were saying several years ago. Killdeer also disappeared around that time and are just now making a comeback. They used to be all over the place, in parking lots and other flat open spaces. I just started seeing them again in the last few years.
I heard what i can only describe as a whooping scream in the middle of town in kentucky. It was not any animal me or my partner could identify. It reverbed off the sides of the house and i could feel it in my chest, almost like an elk bugle but this was NOT a bugle of any bovine creature. The closest sound we could find is the very first trill off a gibbon call, but it sounded like it came out of a very large and dominant gibbon. AFAIK there arent gibbons in kentucky lol.
Funny you say that as I've heard that there were, in fact gibbons and others that managed to escape from their owners then they reverted back to their primal selves once out in the wild for a bit. Just like hogs. Takes them 3 days I think to start going feral. It doesn't take them long, that I do know.
@@berja3895the problem is what is described in these stories is a reality. ive heard the calls and footsepts myself. the calls can be reminiscent of gibbon. trying to use escaped exotic animals as a contender for these stories that prove to be no animal that ‘exists’ today is silly. they’re real and have the potential to roam forested towns
@@sandyslapr6317 You're telling me that my saying that exotic pets have gotten away from their owners is "just silly." It's a known fact. There's gibbons specifically that have escaped from Wildlife Parks as well as Research Facilities. Pardon my 'silliness,'
As a newer viewer, a big shout out to the person who does the illiustrations. With the commentary, and the editing with the fading in of details as the story gets told is fantastic and matches the material perfectly! This is one of my new channels I am binging, what great work everyone does-thank you!
That last one is one of the very best stories I’ve listened to on any of this or it’s sister channels. Wow, I know the fear of feeling ambushed by unseen forces so this drew me in intensely. Great episode just great.
As a traditional Diné, it was said in the old days we could also mimic creatures, even stories of Apache raids will also note these, I beleive in the older days we could interact with nature alot more. Much love form the Navajo Nation 🙏🏽
We still can, there used to be a female deer who'd hang around my town, kind of became like a town pet or mascot. No joke, she'd come right up to you and let you pet her. She used to help me out while metal detecting, would dig holes with her hooves when ever I hit a target. Unfortunately that friendliness to humans would be her death. One night some a$$hole poisoned her. We never found out who did it.
I knew this old Lakota man in South Dakota that called one of the things in the Black Hills the watchers in the dark. What that means who knows. He didn't elaborate further. I know about...them in your area. Be safe.
Not just that. It's also insanely hard to kill with conventional weaponry, pretty damn fast, stealthy, and clearly has no problems hunting man maliciously. It honestly surprises me that encounters with such creatures even have survivors.
@truthseeker2321 the number of missing 411 cases where prepared, experienced and competent outdoorsman vanish without a trace, no sight of predation or struggle, would politely disagree with you.
@@truthseeker2321 I doubt that. When it comes to these stories, these creatures deliberately chose noises that would distract the people involved or mislead them. Had the people involved not been as well versed in nature stuff (like my dumbass for example), they would've never been able to tell something was wrong. There's no way there wasn't at least a hint of ill intent towards them.
My family lives down in the Sequachie Valley on the side nearest the base of the Cumberland Plateau (Lusk/Pikeville area). There are crazy stories in that part of the woods. If y’all ever go that way down the Hwy 111 south corridor you’ll see it’s like driving into a different world set back 100 years ago. Absolutely beautiful but very very dark at night.
"You're too old for lightnin, but, I'll get you some lemonade." That's moonshine right? Like white lightnin moonshine I think? I could be mistake some one help 😂
@activatekruger446 lmao! Oh gosh don't get me going I'm tryna stay sober 😅 more power to ya though always appreciate someone who's a lil more honest just don't over do it like I did I'm only 30 and toothless care about ya stranger ✌️
I have an experience I'd like to finally share. It's not military related or to do with this video but I've always wanted to bring it up. This was around when I was 7 or 8 in the mid 90s. South Wales, United Kingdom. My family lived in a small semi-detached house in a closed off street. The house itself was modern and recently built at the time. I shared a bedroom upstairs with my younger brother. We had a bunk bed. He slept below and I was up top. There was a small access panel slightly to the right of our bunk bed on the ceiling that would get you into the attic. I've always had problems sleeping at night, even as a child. So I often would lay in bed waiting to nod off. Almost every night, sometime around midnight, when everyone else was sleeping, I would get visits. At the bottom of my bed I would see a rope fall down from the ceiling and then these creatures would glide down. Couldn't see them very well as it was very dark, but a little bit of light would come through the curtains. They looked somewhat like trolls or goblins, about the size of a newborn baby. Hard to really say as they were like shadows. They were very quiet and sometimes I would hear them whisper to each other. When they would appear I would squeeze my eyes closed and often would fall asleep pretty quickly. I wanted nothing to do with them. I was very cowardly as a child. I told my parents and of course they didn't believe me. I was never an imaginative child but I was still a child. So I wanted to get them proof. I snuck a cheap, yellow coloured, point and shoot camera under my pillow that night. And sure enough that night they came again. But this time things were a little different. I was laying on my right side, facing the wardrobe on the other wall, trying to go to sleep. Suddenly I heard voices coming from the top of the wardrobe. I couldn't see anything but I knew they were there. I wish I could remember what was said but I was very scared. I knew my camera was under my pillow, but it hadn't been properly prepared. It also occurred to me that I could be in danger if they got alerted to what I was hoping to do. Getting off the bunk was not a quick thing to do. At this point I was wide eyed, very awake and not sleepy. So... I turned over in bed to face the other way, again I didn't want anything to do with the situation. Immediately as I turned I heard one of them, with a shocked gasp, say "He's awake! Quick!". Or something to that effect (again, I was a child in panic and can't remember the exact words spoken). I then felt a very warm sensation in the middle of my back. 2 seconds later... Poof! I was gone. Sleep. I remember vividly the moment I was knocked out. After that night I didn't see or hear them again. Not long after we moved home. I'll never forget that house. And it wasn't just those nightly visits either. I remember seeing white orbs floating in my parents bedroom on a couple occasions. They were almost fairy-like in appearance. But this is not the end of the story. About a year and half ago my parents and I were watching a paranormal TV show and we had a conversation about such things. I thought it would be a good time to bring up my experiences. Neither of them remembered my visitations but my father seemed very interested. He turned to me and said, "You know, we did have a water poltergeist in that house." My mother said she remembered that too. He said the ceiling of the kitchen always had a water leak. It wasn't just a drip but a flood of water. He got two different plumbers in to check and neither found anything wrong. Not even water damage where you'd think there would be. It was unexplainable. The house also had an enclosed front porch with a small roof covering and space inside it (like a mini attic space). It would randomly smell of dead fish when you passed through it. One day my father got into it to see where the smell was coming from. He found nothing. It was completely empty. I've had other weird experiences in my later life, as well as my father (he even became a devoted Christian after experiencing his). But those visitations in that house will always haunt me.
@@Trunyshaiste567 Not too sure about that. I distinctly remember there being 2 or 3 of them and they spoke English. They were also very quiet beings, preferring not to cause any attention to themselves. With everything else that was going on in that house, it feels like there might be some interdimensional stuff going on.
I’m in the US but caught one of these small creature in my room. About the size of a baby, like you said. Largish head and plump body with stubby limbs. Wide eyes, flat nose and a huge wide mouth with sharp teeth (like a muppet). We spoke a sentence or two back and forth (I was maybe 2-3 years old, literally my oldest memory so now it’s fuzzy) and up until I was like 10 or so I could remember what was said. Anyways, he just turned around and walked back behind my dresser and was gone and I went right back to sleep. So yea, I know you saw what you saw. We had strange things happen at the house too. So strange, my sister as a kid came and woke up me and my parents to tell us there was a an airplane in the front t yard! We still talk about the weird things. She was a little older when she saw the plane, maybe 7-8.
Bro I discovered this channel not long ago and that was still before the collaboration with Mr. Ballen, I like his content don’t get more wrong, however hole doesn’t hold a monopoly on this genre.
@@Ziiphyr I would say Rod Sterling does, if anyone. However, these guys (Mr Ballen and the author of War Time Stories) bring another dimension to the table.
Love these Cryptid stories, Luke. Quality of these stories are unmatched. Artwork, audio, and narration are so good! Love all the different character voices. Best production of stories in this genre on TH-cam! Proud to be a 2 year channel member.
Native Arkie Ozark Hillbilly here...some places in the woods , you just shouldn't go in the dark. A Bobwhite at night? That sent chills down MY spine!! ❤❤Redacted!!
That last story had my full attention and I could feel the creeped out vibes even though I'm in a fully lit office, lol. Keep up the great work and I'll be checking out the podcast!
I was hog hunting once, last winter in the dead of night deep in the hills of Arkansas, and I'm using a night optic to watch for the pigs, i had relocated a few times in the night because it was getting cold and i needed to move and plus there was no hog activity so i walked some 200 yards or so deeper into the woods and sat with my back against a tree, and start glassing for some pigs, and there in my optic i see something finally. Kinda looks like a bear rummaging about, which are common in this area so i watch it a while and see what its doing since theres no hogs yet, but after a while this thing stops making me think its a bear just by how its moving and it sorta appears to be more man shaped, like a naked man but scuttling about quietly on all fours, and its sniffing, sniffing the ground and such, and i realize this thing is sniffing the ground and tree and area directly where i had just been sitting before i relocated deeper into the woods. It sorta sniffs into the air like a dog picking up a scent and it looks straight in my direction but mind you its pitch-black and i can only see this thing because of my night time optical, well this animal thing cranes its face upward kinda like its gonna howl like a wolf at the moon maybe, but it screams "HELP! HELP MEEE!!" and its a woman's voice, but this thing is no woman, it's not even human. It screams "SOMEBODY PLEASE!!" and looks in my direction again like it knows im out there..... i didnt know if i should shoot it or not, maybe it was a lost and feral person
I won't get too much into details... Back in 1997, I witnessed a, clear as day, mimicing event along with three other people. When we went to investigate where the sound had come from, there was nothing. The sound repeated about thirty yards from where we first originally suspected it to be, which was the dirt road we were standing on. We ran into the woods, following the sound, to investigate further...We stopped and listened... There was nothing again. We heard the sound one last time, and this time, It sounded like it was over a half mile away... Being perplexed, no flashlights, and afraid of falling down a mine shaft, we abandoned our pursuit...having no doubt, we all knew exactly what we heard... and there was no way it could have been. This occurred sometime in 1997 Columbia, California. fall season, after sunset.
@audreymuzingo933 That was on purpose... but, OK. My girlfriend at the time, her mom had a little female Bostonbull Terrier. They lived in a sparsely populated heavily wooded area... very few neighbors, all who knew each other. The little dog went missing one day and wasn't known for wandering off. It had been well over a month since the dog had basically vanished. Then, one evening, we hear a very familiar barking out on the road, right out in front of the house. Even at the time, it crossed my mind as to how a little dog could survive out in the woods for over a month, but we were all certain it was the dog....It was the dogs bark, but obviously a dog can't go from right where your at to a half mile away in less than a minute. This was an experience strange and disturbing enough to share, but it still bugs me somewhat to tell because I love dogs.
@@gregcavalieri4920 I see. But did you leave that out on purpose because you thought someone might suggest that an owl had her? Just to reassure you -zoology is my background and yes, bird flight technically could explain a very fast relocation of big distance, but most owls don't mess with anything too big to swallow whole. They simply don't have the grasp strength to kill (much less carry) prey larger than a squirrel. The exception would be a Snowy owl, but I'm guessing you don't live that far North. A large hawk or eagle could carry a Boston terrier, but they're not active after sunset.
I retired from the Border Patrol. I was lucky to get to the northern border after 911 when the public was clamouring for more agents on the northern border. I used to work with a good reliable agent with a quiet demeanour. He told me he was working in a remote part of our stations area on a midnight shift. He was responding to a sensor activation. It was located behind a gated forested area. The access road to the gate ran at a 45° angle from the main road. If there was someone usually entering illegally from Canada they would follow the gravel road thru the forest and get picked up on the main road. Agents would usually leave the vehicle by the gate and walk up the gravel road for a few hundred yards and wait to intercept the traffic. When my fellow agent started walking in past the gate, you could still see the main road through the trees, especially on a full moon night. What he heard and saw in the trees between the gravel road and the main road startled him. There was something large and bipedal standing upright and moving slightly in the trees. At this point, he told me he said screw it and walked back to his patrol vehicle. He contacted radio and called it no violation.
They also have a terrifying scream. The whole infra sound thing. I heard one once and I can’t explain how loud it was. Like standing front row at Metallica with no hearing protection. Like oppressively loud. And has a high part and low part at the same time. Wild.
love the "like standing front row at Metallica with no hearing protection" that is legitimately loud! I know, I've been there... but WITH hearing protection lol or I would be deaf or near it today ( several years later)
Man, I love all these stories. But that last one of him being stalked by the two squatches had me SPOOKED. I was getting chills from that story like I’d never had before hearing other ones. That’s scary stuff.
I've posted this before but I'll say it again. This is, by far, my absolute favorite channel here on TH-cam. Your narration skills are outstanding. I could listen to you tell stories all night long. I really like the illustrations that go along with the stories. Your illustrator's skills are outstanding as well. The two blend so perfectly together. I will head on over to your other channel now to check it out. I'm sure I will be equally blown away by the awesome content. Thank you so very much for creating this channel. It is unlike anything else I've ever watched!
For the first story. Something that piques my interest was the injured coyote call. Now forgive if I'm getting this wrong, but the way they describe it was that coyotes pretend to be young or injured to show they aren't a threat, but coyotes or animals in general don't do that. Calls of an injured or young animal attract predators. They see it as an easy meal. Hunters used this trick to lure in predators. While it does make me question the legitimacy of the story, you would think experienced hunters would know this. It also adds validation to their story because they were literally being the coyote in that situation.
@singingcrow439 they do sometimes. Not frequently, but it's been documented. So maybe those ones learned that people thought it was other people when they heard that.
A lot of animals use the schtick of the injured prey to lure them away from their nest & babies. Wolves, coyotes, rabbits, deer, just to name a few. I've even seen a woodpecker do the same.
@@berja3895 don't forget about sandpipers, they fake an injured wing by dragging it on the ground to lure predators away from their nest until either the predator gets too close to them (and they fly away) or until they've lured the predator far enough away they feel safe to fly away and circle back to their nest
@@berja3895you beat me to giving that context, glad someone explained why they do it, since it wasn't explained. If you're not a hunter, you may not understand the reference.
Remind me of the genoskwa. A bigger, stronger, faster, and maliciously smarter version of sasquatch. Also called stone giants cause harming them is near impossible with regular weapons cause supposedly they coat themselves in mud and rocks to minimize getting hurt. Theorized that they're the reason people go missing in forests
@@crazysilly2914the linguistics have been traced back to the Iroquois Federation *Mohawk Tribe* of what is now Upstate NY. Not sure where you are from, but Upstate NY is one OLD, magical region.
Honestly one of the best episodes. I am quite skeptical of Bigfoot and I remain so, but man this still gave me chills. In particular the last story really creeped me out lol
My wife and I just finished watching this episode, and we live in about the same area of East Tennessee. Through all our years of camping and hiking, thankfully we've never encountered any of these creatures. But, we've experienced some very strange and unnerving things while in the mountains. A phenomenal episode and wonderfully told. Thanks
Birds will call at night if it’s a bright full moon. I was asleep at 3am and a Robin woke me up by its loud chirping. I couldn’t figure out if I was dreaming or awake. Saw the Robin sitting in a tree, chirping loud and clear.
😮 19 Delta( lightning scout) I grew up in a generation where we were (punished) by being sent to wilderness camps deep in the north carolina and Tennessee mountains, no civilization for miles, for up to 120 days we built our own shelters, hunted with bows we made, being native American I knew the stories of the Windigo, the one who stole and wore suits of human skin( skin stealers) I knew of sasquatch knew he was real, but after a stint in the Army my best friend and I would take his boys camping, but an incident deep in the mountains of North Carolina changed all that😮 one night we heard footsteps around our camp and without hesitation we opened fire from inside our tents and heard something heavy run off, we investigated and saw nothing but trampled brush, we stood guard overnight and the next day while fixing breakfast everything around us went still, the air stopped blowing, all went quiet including the insects 😮 it felt like spiders running up and down my spine, we grabbed our gear and the kids and never went back into the woods again 😮😮 my blood had run cold and everything inside me screamed danger and I considered myself lucky to have survived and never wanted to experience nor push my luck again 😮
I’d had something like that in the piedmont of North Carolina, only about a mile out of a decent city. I had my squirrel gun and my .45 colt on my hip. 15 rounds of .22 and 5 .45s should have been enough to handle anything walking around in these woods, which ain’t that big by any means. But I was walking in, I cross over a power line to get to my favorite squirrel spot as the sun is barely setting and I get this feeling of pure dread and primal fear. Everything was dead quiet, just as I had heard described before. I got the biggest sense of “get out of here!” And so I powerwalked back to my camper. The whole time my body kept telling me to freeze and I never listened, I walked, stopped, scanned and continued for about 6 minutes until I walked the half mile to the camper. Never did put that .45 down that day. This was about 2 months after I had decided to shine a light in a tree very near to that power line looking for coons. I found eyes but as I walked out towards them to shoot what I thought was a decent coon it ducked behind the tree and then slowly peered back out, as if playing with me, like a child from behind a door in a scary movie. I’m convinced that thing was hunting me, luring me in trying to be playful.
in some asian cultures, whistling is frowned upon. whistling at night? one could get a good scolding from an elder. I never asked why there is that superstition but I have heard stories of apelike beasts who whistle at night.
Here in the US, it's a well known thing not to whistle in the woods if you're an outdoorsman. Initially when I was young, I thought it was just so you don't scare off game. One day when I was out in the woods on the farm I grew up on, just to be by myself, I whistled a short tune to myself without thinking, a song that had been stuck in my head from the radio. Something VERY loudly mimicked my whistled tune, note for note, and I heard something BIG start breaking branches in the timber, coming my direction. The terrain there was very hilly, with deep hollows and ravines, with thick thorns and scrub that you were lucky to see 20 feet around you in a "clearing", in the scrub, you won't see the sun unless it's noon and directly overhead. I ran out of the timber in the direction of home as fast as I could, hearing my tune mockingly whistled very loudly back at me, the speed at which it had closed distance on me as it crashed through the thick brush made the hair on my neck stand up, and gave me that last shot of adrenaline to push out of the timber and into the pasture right by the house. I heard the whistle one more time as I stepped onto our deck, I heard it coming from where I'd just been in the timber. I ran into the house and never whistled in the woods ever again...I also never went out into the timber without my shotgun, whether I was there to hunt or not.
@d3ltaohniner261 My grandmother told me about whistling in the woods and how it wasn't a good idea. She grew up in southeastern Kentucky right around the time of ww1. People would disappear sometimes, never to be seen or heard from again. This particular area did have ( and probably still does) big predators like bears and mountain lions, but they aren't exactly neat when they kill and eat something or someone, and the likelihood of someone getting killed by these animals was rare because almost everyone carried a rifle or shotgun with them when they ventured into the wilderness. She told me about other strange things that she knew about, that others had witnessed back then, long before the mass media influence of radio and television.
Person from Asia here, our culture is really afraid of whistles, or rather cautious. Firstly, whistling in the day can be considered as rude to other people, but in an abandoned place or alone, whistling is also not recommended because sooner or later, you'll find possibly something or someone who isn't human adding a few notes to your tunes. At night? It's like a radar for the cryptids asking to attack you. Typically 3 PM would be the time my parents would ask me to stop whistling or horsing around as a kid and I typically follow it to this day, avoiding whatever trip I can unless it's in a city.
When I was a young kid, maybe 8 or 10. We lived next to a large and old forest. My back bedroom was directly up against the tree line. One night while doing homework with a desk against a window. All my hair stood up, I looked up and a massive all white figure was standing a couple feet from the window staring at me. It was massive, way larger than a human. I jumped up and ran to my parents. They called the cops and the officer found no footprints or anything. I however saw it clear as anything and remember it vividly to this day.
Where? I live in Indiana and I haven't heard a Bob White quail since after the blizzard of 1978. The Killdeer are just now making a comeback from that bitter deep freeze of a winter.
Thank you for your service. And it’s interesting when people that serve, shine light on things that are considered nonsense, conspiracy etc… great work my friend
Always love for the uploads to fall when I will be alone at a warehouse complex is supposedly haunted. Lol. Also. Once when I was spending one of my summers in Tennessee I had a lil incident in Appalachia. Walking back to my grandparents at dusk/ nightfall from a friends house it was apparent I was not really alone. Walking down the road something was moving along with me slightly to my rear. I move, I heard movement up along the trees. I stopped,it stopped. This went on till I just high tailed it back. My dad said there was weird stuff in those hills.
That was a great couple stories man-it’s unbelievable how many people have been living with this stuff going on in essentially their back yards. Everybody needs to know it’s real-thanks for all the hard work bro. Your channel is amazing. Can’t wait to hear the podcast-Taking it with me to work TONIGHT
My great grandmother would tell stories about entities like this. The area around the village where she was born (it was on a mountainside on a Greek island) is said to house otherworldly creatures living in the caves nearby. They're said to have the ability to change shape and mimic sounds they hear. The locals say they've been known to cause the disappearances that have happened on this part of the island. I've never seen anything there, but I've spoken to people in the village who swear they have.
@@crazysilly2914 The island is Andros. Her village is called Syneti. The town is quite literally built into a mountainside, and is in a very sparsely populated area of the island. There's a lot of creepy local legends surrounding this area.
@@RandomZen411 As a religious man myself, it's entirely possible. This part of the island is known by the locals for some unexplained activity. Though I'm sure there's a good bit of embellishment too.
Ive had multiple encounters in the woods over the years, Im now 62. I have never seen anything but what I have heard and felt was terrifying. All but two of the occasions were at night. The two daytime incidents I was deep in the woods. The first daytime was southern Kentucky near Dale Hollow Reservoir, the second time was south of Youngstown Ohio right on the Ohio-Pennsylvania state line. I had a couple of night time incidents near Youngstown but the rest of the night time incidents were in central Indiana. People who have never experienced something like this just laugh it off or make fun, they dont believe it. Once you experience it you no longer doubt and you will never forget it.
let them be, because they never been in tha woods and doesn't have enough balls to roam in the woods at night, people who laughs in this kind of stories are losers sitting on the couch watching porn doesn't really know what's going on outside..
friend of mine lives near the Appalachian mountains and he told me he once shot at.... something with .308 black tip. and all that did was piss off whatever it was.
24:08 when I heard the part about "a space just big enough for someone about my size to fit through" I couldn't help but think of a screenplay for a movie or something. That classic monster movie chase trope where the protagonist is being chased by the monster and squeezes through a gap just big enough to not allow the beast to follow, right before the monster reaches him. I am what you would call a "believer", but that just screamed written to me.
I’ve never came upon anything like that in the woods but me and my brother definitely got around the pine forest of south GA alot. I do have one story that my great grandfather told my dad. He was hunting along the Ocmulgee River in central GA in the 1940s when with his brother. They were down in a branch as they call it hunting squirrels when the sun started going down so he and his brother started to make their way back out to the road so they could go home. They got the feeling that something was following them. Maybe a bobcat or a bear that were common among the area at the time. As they went along the forest the feeling went away until they came to a clearing. There sitting on a stump was a large, hairy creature that “smelled like something dead.” Apparently it had muddy caked hair that was so thick that they couldn’t tell where its eyes were at. It just sat on the stump. He and his brother then told this thing that as long as it sat there and didn’t move. There wouldn’t be any trouble. They cocked their shotguns (with birdshot so what good that would do) and make their way out of the woods back to the dirt road and ran home leaving their squirrels behind. Once again I wasn’t born then just a story my dad said his grandpa told him when they grew up in that part of GA.
I once had to walk back to my camp in the dark. It was only about 10 feet, but it was so pitch black I missed it and ended up lost. Not a great feeling. I was turned around with no idea where to go so I looked for lights. I knew there were a few houses on the outskirts of the woods. I saw a far one and headed towards it and found a house on my way to it and people were home. Thank god. One night I had heard something sniffing my tent when I had just entered it and sat down. I could hear the loud sniffing going all the way around my tent and it was creeping me out. What was creepy about it was the ground was covered with dead leaves and you couldn't take a step without them crunching loudly. But this thing was going all around my tent with no sound at all except for the loud sniffing. I decided to try to scare it off by hollering and banging stuff. After that there was total silence. I didn't hear it run off or any other noise. I don't know what it was.
When I was a teen I used to work as a deckhand on a commercial fishing boat as a summmer job. We would to a place called Bute inlet, which is a few hour long boat ride from Quadra island in British Columbia Canada. It's basically the middle of nowhere here in the Pacific Northwest. On several occassions it felt like we were being watched by something. Not a cougar or bear, which I've had encounters with but something else. There were a few times when we cut the engine and drifted with the tide that there would be dead silence and a feeling of dread would be in the air. We never say anything, but we didn't dare go anywhere near the shore. We knew something was there waiting for us and we didn't want to find out what.
Sequatchie valley and Waldens Ridge ... closer to home ,like 30mins away . I dont doubt it that they're in the mountain ranges around Chattanooga and the surrounding valleys .
Does seem like it or variations of it. Maybe we know but we don’t know what is out there. Perhaps they need humans run away with rules of staying in those boundaries
Over time, a person gets used to such encounters happening. Accept that he cannot predict when they will happen. The most difficult thing is to live with this new awareness and secret that you don't share.
Listening to this at the 16:37mins mark you can see why some cultural groups (e.g. native american, muslims etc) have taboos about whistling, especially at night because you never know what might answer that call. I'm also reminded of M.R. James' brilliant ghost story "Whistle and I'll come to you..." which I recommend.
If you think birds don't call at night, you've never been tormented by night larks like the chuck-wills-widow. ALL NIGHT LONG! INCESSANT, WITHOUT PAUSE, ALL NIGHT LONG!
We got things that whistle and try to get you to follow the whistle. Trying to lead you to hole or a cliff. Our elders always told us when were out hunting or fishing to never follow the whistle or someone calling your name
Sounds like something a raven or crow would do, they have stories of doing that to wolves and dogs, cats. Maybe you are a threat to their eco system or animal friend nand they want to kill you for that reason. That’s one reason I think
Went through the area around brown mountain NC on a SAR op. Team decided to radio in BC and stay out on the Ridgeline. Dead quiet not a sound except the wood popping on the fire all night until 2AM when a high pitch whistle came about 30 meters up the ridge from our tents. So loud it woke us up. We thought it was an alert whistle so we dug around to find ours, before we could another one came DOWN the ridge just as high and long. We were like hold on, that ain't an alert whistle. So we thought maybe it was a dang bird and we were talking bout it, then we heard what sounded like people talking. So then we said oh it WAS an alert whistle and came out the tents to see if we could see their lights, but nothing. Pitch black. Then the when the "people" talking got closer. We noticed it wasnt english or any language we ever heard. Sounded like gibberish. Don't know what the hell it was but we never camped away from BC after that
@@GarthWatkins-th3jt that's very similar to what we were hearin but it wasn't that deep in tone and they didn't .. yell? Like that. It was just talking. But other than the volume and depth of tone it's really similar to what we heard
I think everyone who's spent a lot of time in the woods has had at least one experience where everything gets quiet, it just doesn't feel right, and you have a sensation of being not welcome there. I know I have. I never heard any daytime birds at night or heard any huge bipeds stompin' around though. I've just felt like something didn't want me there, sort of thing. Maybe the land itself, I don't know, but one time it was an area that had been recently logged off. My buddy I was hiking with felt it too. We definitely weren't wanted.
I grew up in western north carolina and have had a couple instances where i have been spooked up in the mountains there. there was one time i was digging ginseng up on the side of the mountain across the creek from my house and outta know where i had this overwhelming feeling come over me like i wasnt welcome there. this was followed by the sound of knocks on wood. i would hear something like an owl hoot but it sounded imitated. i got to where i was thinking there was someone in there with me so i would hoot back i never got a direct response back. the knocks and the hoots continued to follow me. though uneasy about the situation i kept on cause i was getting into some good seng. suddenly the hoot came again and then immediately right after i heard a massive tree fall come from the same direction. i figured whoever had been hootin at me had been in the way of this tree. so i rush over to where this noise came from and everything was completely still. nothing was stirred up no movement or anything. half-way joking half-way tryin to calm myself down i holler out "is you dead!?" nothing. completely silent. i see another ginseng plant, i head for it. then i hear the hoot.. that got me. i quit what i was doing and i sprinted all the way down off the side of the mountain and somehow or another i didnt trip up fall and break my leg i made it outta there. that was definitely the wildest experience ive had back in there.
my gf and I (her 2 cats and one dog) woke up at 3 am on the dot to a blood curling human/animal scream/howel. Instant goosebumps and fight or flight response. It sounded like it came from something standing beside the window. it seemed to come from my head height. I'm 6'6. only thing is outside it is another two feet to ground so something 8'6 stood where it could peak into window and at 3 am let that g-d awful noise out. i live in a medium town on the outskirts so not prime monster area but got damn if I ever camp again nor will I willingly be caught out in woods at night. whatever that was it freaked out the two cats so much that months later they were still scared to be left at home alone. I live in TN which seems a hotspot of sorts.
Thanks again Luke! You have a real gift for story telling my friend that I and I'm sure many others, very much appreciate. So happy that others are sharing their experiences through you, as it really strengthens the bond of this community. I have a number of years of military service myself but not sure if I have the gumption to share some of the bizarre occurrences I've experienced. Maybe someday... :)
I have no problem believing these peoples' accounts, because I've heard things whistling in the woods at night too; things that shouldn't be there. In a wooded ravine behind my late father's house, where my sister and brother in law now live, out in rural Oregon, I heard a whistling call that exactly mimicked one I had just made myself when trying to call in a dog who had wandered too close to the woods. I had been house/dog-sitting with my mom, while my sis and her husband were out of town, and we had let their dogs out to relieve themselves late one night before we'd planned to head to bed. There was an extremely creepy feeling in the air that night, and my mother and I both felt as though we were being watched. The forest there is right behind the house, and this one little dog had wandered over to the very edge of it. My instincts told me to get her away from the woods immediately, and my hair was standing on end as I ran toward her to bring her back toward the house. I whistled and called to her as I ran, and then picked her up and began to jog back toward the front of the house where my mother was waiting with the other dogs. Behind me as I began to head back, a clear, loud whistle rang out. It wasn't a bird, or any other animal. It sounded exactly like a human whistling, and was the same couple of notes that I had just whistled to call the dog. My mother heard it as well, and said "that wasn't you whistling, was it?" We both knew immediately that we weren't alone. Something was there, watching and listening, and it had just announced its presence. Either it wanted to call the dog back toward the woods, or it was whistling to frighten us. I will never know for sure. We both agreed that it probably wasn't a human, because we were on a stretch of fenced private property in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbors were about a half mile away. Nobody should have been in the woods that night. Especially without a light. We immediately ran inside, and I spent the rest of the night keeping watch. We didn't see a sasquatch, but we've heard all kinds of eerie sounds from those woods over the years: deep male voices muttering in some unintelligible language, loud knocking sounds, and sometimes moans and howls. Sometimes I've heard a voice so deep and booming that it sounds like a massive bass sub-woofer... but remember, there is no road through those woods. No houses. No people. I am fairly certain that we heard a sasquatch whistling at us that night, and I hope I never hear such a thing again. It sounded really close, like 30-50 feet at the furthest. It felt as though we were in real danger. No other whistle I've ever heard contained such an unbelievable level of menace. It may not sound scary, but whistles can be terrifying under certain circumstances. Just thought I'd share our little adventure with whomever reads this. I know it's not the most sensational story, but it happened, and I think that, for me at least, it adds credence to what the people depicted in this video were describing. Stay safe in the woods, everybody. Best wishes. --Naomi
You've outdone yourself on that Whisteling Jack story. That legit absorbed me and scared me a little, just from the way it was told. I already have a very strong visual imagination and the illustrations provided for a great guide on that. I could see and hear it play out like a movie. Well done!
Tales of hostile boogers in the woods are why if I ever go hiking it won't be alone and I'll be well armed. My grandfather was in the army for a long time and stationed somewhere in Alaska for much of it. He regularly went back to hunt and fish in the decades after getting out of the army. One time he got the sort of treatment the guys in this story did without the whistling. Instead whatever stalked him made some sort of "UNGONK" or "UNGUK" sound. While he was out hunting he realized something was shadowing him through the brush out of view moving when he did and following him. After a bit he started backtracking and the thing kept pace following his path back. Eventually he got close enough to where he knew a road was and ran for it. The thing started crashing through the brush parallel to him matching his speed making that sound. Soon as he broke through to the road he ran to the other side and got ready to shoot watching the woods until someone drove up. It stopped just far enough in to still be unseen. He eventually heard it go deeper in but didn't relax until that car showed up and the driver gave him a ride. He never saw whatever it was.
We need more sasquatch encounters if you have more ready to go! Let out a "..dang" when the ending music started 😂 appreciate all your hard work my man!
i had a friend who was a big game hunter , hunted , elk, bear, moose, all kinds of deer , his favorite hunting iron was a weatherby in 300 win mag i was telling him about calling up game with a game call . he said he would never use a game call again i asked why and his reply was " i was duck hunting near panther creek and i called up a foulk monster!" -- at first i thought he was joking , and i know this fellow was telling the truth--as he had no imagination to make up any bs
Wood boogers. They go way back here in east tn history. You find the right people, they may talk about, but sometimes old ways die hard and people won’t talk. Saw one in tremont 1997. One of a few odd things had happen in the mountains..
I watch a saquatch channel and there are a lot of story's where people here them mimic either their voices or some noise they make like loading a lever action rifle with the lever. I've also heard story's where someone watched an otter come out of the water and and started walking down a path. It slowly turned into a sasquatch with a tail. Pretty wild story.
@dartmart9263 30-06 has harvested every game animal on this planet including elephants and cape Buffalo. Multiple grizzlies are taken every year by 30-06. I'd hate to run onto whatever you got going on.
One taboo, as a Navajo, dont whistle at night cause you might get a return whistle back, and it might be something you dont expect.
I’m not Native American in any way but as a Kentuckian, we abide by the same.
or wear bright colored clothes ,a place in Indonesia ,the natives only wear black.Never white or yellow ,and even then some still disappear
@@thatairplaneguy that is an interesting synchronicity isn’t it? Anybody who has dwelled there knows-don’t whistle in the woods. This is said from the Inuits all the way down to native Americans in the southwest US. It’s real. Things like that aren’t remembered if they don’t matter or are just fantasy. Thanks for your perspective all y’all. It’s valuable and appreciated.
I conclude with the Kentuckian. As a West Virginian myself, don’t whistle in the dark and don’t go wondering about aimlessly. Do t follow sounds, never answer to the faint call of your name, just stick to the path and get to where you was goin.
As a Briton, whistle at night, so you don't startle any gnomes going about their business.
And people wonder why the under-barrel flamethrower option for the AR platform is a thing.
I thought it was to clear the underbrush for a path or destroy enemy camps. if it works, it works I guess.
Is there an Under-barrel Flamethrower attachment for the AR?
Yes, just googled it myself, about 500$ :) @@DarkWarriorZ710
@DarkWarriorZ710 that is in-fact a thing yes
@DarkWarriorZ710 yes, but for pest and foliage control purposes.
Flamethrowers as an offensive weapon are now illegal in war.
'Whatever it is. Shoot at it and aim for the head.' My grandpa's all timer slogan whenever you encounter bizarre things in the woods.
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Damn he was definitely a badass
went youre panicked its better to aim center mass than risk your life tryna nail that perfect shot
@demonjmh center mass hits won't stop many animals. Those center mass hits will eventually kill them but it won't immediately stop them. When you have a large predator coming at you hard then you want to immediately stop it even if it means going accuracy-by-volume on its cranium.
@@jamesalexander6417 yeah actually they will even 357 magnum and 10mm have a very good chance to 1 shot drop
"You're too young for lightning - but I'll get ya some lemonade." LMFAO. Hands down the best line of dialogue you've ever penned.
I heard a big foot story from a man who had lived near the deep woods of Maine. A man mortality wounded a peaceful big foot. And you could hear its partner loudly mourning for its dead mate.
@@jameswoodbury2806Damn man you can't kill them they are just invincible they choose to die by their way, you can make em they are actually supernatural humans in ape form.
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@@jameswoodbury2806how do they know it’s peaceful? That is a big assumption if they don’t have actual history of the creature? That sounds like propaganda because we have no context in the story and are trying to sway the listener without true details or evidence
" There's something out there, Major. And it ain't no man. "
we're all gonna die
"We're all gonna die."
It's hicks in the woods with guns who think they are hunters. Pappy had a still and he dung shot his foot off ,walks like a dodo bird even no id never seen one. Only a half of a percent of pale face are real hunters. The rest shoot at bushes and make up shit. Chief medical sasquach Oregon tribe.😂
Billy,get to da choppa!!!
@@jeremywanner4526 we're all gonna die
I'm a truck driver that just discovered your channel a few days ago. I've binged so many of these and wanna say thanks for helping me pass the time.
Super excited for any new paranormal stories regarding Afghanistan and Iraq!
Have you tried mr ballen and bedtime stories? They both do content just like this.
@@gloxed Agree, both those channels are awesome, but my personal favorite is Wartime Stories. Luke Lamana has the best storytelling voice, and I love all the added 'content' after the vid is done.
@@gloxed oh for sure. I cycle through. It's hard when you have this ungodly amount of time to listen to stories 🤣
You should try Beyond Creepy
@@ianbrett3276 I'll give it a shot!
As a man who was a hunter in the Appalachian mountains and a camper growing up, I can tell you that there are predators out there that observe us. I have experienced the total silence more than once and understand that I was allowed to come home.
Just the feelings, or you heard something?
Same, but I was only a couple of feet away from my front door. Curtains where drawn, lights shut off as much as possible, and words where spoken quietly for thr rest of thr night. Living rural has pluses and minuses
I drove the Appalachian range at the end of summer because I've always wanted to. Those woods have a very different feeling to them. I grew up in the Sierra Nevada mountains, which can be spooky, but nothing like your woods
What a sobering feeling
I've had a few run in with humanoid shadow figures with glowing red eyes around my childhood home in the Appalachian mountains. While I always find it a beautiful sight driving through the mountains I always have that passing thought of not knowing what's in those forests
Sometimes at night, I'll hear coyotes yipping, howling, growling, owl hoots, cats meowing, all kinds of animal noises. Up in the trees. Really creepy voices saying things like "hello?" and "who's there?" Went out with a spotlight a while back and saw the maker of the sounds. It's a raven. Just yakking away there in the dark. I've heard it crowing like a rooster in the mornings, making fire truck sirens, mimicking goats and geese, all sorts of sounds. An elderly woman down the road sings to it, and it'll belt out a few song words here and there now. The animal noises are always bang-on, though. Hearing an eagle squawk at 3am from above you while trying to check on your chickens is really unsettling, even when you fully know what it is.
Canid sounds in the trees above you are probably the worst...
yea, they are super intelligent :)
That's awesome! Birds are very intelligent. I have a male turkey who's learned to jump on the post that we hang our bird feeder on, swing his left leg, hit the feeder so the seed falls out then flies back down and eats.
What a treat! I'd love to interact with a raven, but they're not common around here. I did learn recently that blue jays mimic other birds. I've quite often heard what sounds like a hawk, but it's just ole blue jay keeping the other birds on their toes!
Crows will often mimic chickens to get at the chicks. I've heard that hens and roosters will bite a crow's tongue out and kill it for mimicking them.
@@truthseeker2321based chickens
If an old lady pulls you aside to warn you about any area nearby, you need to listen no matter how much she rambles or tries to offer you disgusting snacks & tea
facts.
@@lordpappanqui😹
I usually enjoy the disgusting snacks and tea. 😅
This is what those in the business call a "Canon event"...
Southern Ice Tea is the-most delicious drink EVER! And I’m from Chicago.
23:59 I was never in the military but here's a story, It was late November and I was up a mountain owned by my grandfather, I was deer hunting but due to local law you could hunt game animals anytime of the year as long as you don't sell the meat. The sun was going down and I had decided it was time to come off the mountain as it was getting dark, I was paying closer attention to my surroundings because I had no luck so I was hoping to pick off something on the way home, I had stopped all at once to tie my shoe and my heart sank when I heard a snow muffled step behind me, I had been hunting long enough to know I was being tracked and whoever or whatever that was trailing me knew to step in time with me to keep noise low, without turning around I pulled a granola bar to eat, I wasn't hungry but I knew if it was an animal behind me it would sense my panic and strike so I tried my best to keep calm but it didn't help. I started running all at once, I was too afraid to turn around so I just ran facing ahead, twigs snapped and the snow crunched but I didn't turn around, I slipped and rolled down a hill to a paved side road and thankfully whatever that was chasing me stopped at the tree line, I never went hunting after that and I live on the inner side of WV now, far from any wooded area. I'm not much of a writer so my apologies for my poor grammar
Naw, you wrote that pretty well. The more you spill your thoughts out in writing the better you get.
SpOoky af, there’s things out there.
Your story was great and your grammar is good what do you mean?
Bro calmly pulled out a granola bar, took a bite, and then BOOKED IT😂😂
Dam bro my heart was racing as I read that…
That Whistlin' Jack story was INTENSE!!! I really did appreciate that. Same with the first story as it reminded me of my home in Prescott Valley, AZ. Your visual description brought up images of my home immediately. Keep telling these stories. I appreciate your method and the stories very much.
In AZ here too, foothills of the White Mtns.
Love the geography in the story, it's very familiar.
Chino Valley AZ here.
Yea those woods in Prescott and Prescott valley can get pretty damn thick especially if you veer off one of the many hiking trails lmao
I've lived in Payson, Az most of my life and I thought the same thing
Whew. Whistlin jack had my heart in my throat!
The fact that the guy lives close to it is scary, but im glad the dog was not harmed. :)
30:21 - "He would bark, looking at the woods, every so often glancing over his shoulder at me, like, checking that I was still there, then back at the woods, barking."
Boy, I know the feeling when a dog does that, except my dog did it from beside my bed, staring down the hall into the kitchen, and he looked back at me as if to say, "You're okay with this?"
Bloody hell, that myst have been terrifying. Sonething was in your kitchen?
@@leonkythreotis8181- Maybe. Apparently so. On his first night in that house, the dog jumped to his feet, growling and barking, but he gradually relaxed over time. The growling and raised hackles became mere barking, and then he reached a point where he didn't bother to stand up. He just raised his head from his paws, glared down the hallway, and growled. After a few weeks, he flinched and snorted disgustedly around the same time every night. Finally, he stopped reacting altogether.
This incident might be related: One evening, a girlfriend and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and we heard a loud, deep, moaning sigh. It was NOT subtle. My girlfriend's eyes bulged. "What in God's name was that?" she whispered. "The refrigerator?" I guessed. It was creepy and jarring enough that she never stopped talking about it. She called it "the breather."
I lived in that house a little over ten years, long enough to have gone through three girlfriends and finally a wife while I lived there. Three of the four women were convinced that my house was haunted and that whatever haunted it specifically hated them. (Girlfriend #3 had no interest in the supernatural, but she heard things and made me get out of bed to search for prowlers on several occasions.) If something was there, it didn't like women or dogs, and they didn't like it. It left me alone.
Yes, that brought back memories of when I had moved into my house. I was in the dinning room one night with just that light on which was quite bright as it was a cieling fan with four bulbs. Anyway I had two cats one cat came out of the bedroom to my right and was walking normaly to my left. When she got to the doorway of the kitchen and glanced into the somewhat darker room she looked like one of those cartoon cats that is scared. Arched back tail tripled in size every part of her was on high alert as she started a low growl.
I just sort of laughed it off as cats freak out sometimes for no apparent reason. My other cat must have heard the comotion and also came out of the bedroom looking totaly unconcerned. Until she too got to the doorway and followed suit. By now I was freaked out because they both slowly backed up as they continued to growl. I went out there and looked around turned on the light but for most of the rest of the night they wouldn't go in the kitchen. I feel confident they could see something that I could not but what it was who knows.
My dog does this all the time. His favorite thing is to drag me outside and just stare off into the distance. It annoys me so much that I sometimes start threatening the "thing," telling it that it needs to come over and face me because I'm tired of it's crap. Yes, I do go out armed, but nothing has ever happened . And he has started doing it in the house, but I assume it's just my deceased Mom checking on us.
"You're too young for lightning" 😂🤣🤣 Funniest single dialogue sample in Wartime history 🤘
Boy got some lemonade tho!
electric lemonade was what he'd have got if he was older
Had some of that "lightening" last night
I love you for the comment you wrote here in this thread 🫵👏🙌😂
@@rustyshackleford9588Lol, I've never heard that term before, but it fits perfectly!
You have my total respect for putting the sound of a bobwhite quail call at the begenning.The bobwhite once populated most of the U.S.Simce the 90s they have completely died off in the eastern U.S., due to an eye worm, which spreads quickly thr out the covey of birds.However, a texas researcher has reversed the worm problem in texas.I can only hope the F.D.A. puts the medicated grain pellets thr out the U.S., to bring them back.Thank you for the video.
I live in TN and they're making a comeback. Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency released a few hundred a few years ago. To lend credibility to dude's story, I've heard quail at night in my backyard which butts up against pretty thick woods. I live about 90 miles northwest of where his story takes place.
@RowdyRedneck94 I believe you.Until the eye worm is brought to the attention of wardens, and how to kill them, the quail will continue to be a memory of the past.I found out about these eye worms on the latest meat eater podcast.They had the top scientist on there Wednesday talking about the reasons the bobwhite quail disappeared.
Oh, I had no idea! I wondered why I haven't heard any in years. They used to be all over rural Ohio and I loved hearing their call.
I always assumed it was cats that killed them off. In the Carolinas we heard them all the time in the 80s and early 90s but they, along with the whippoorwill, sorta just disappeared.
I found out the whole story on the meat eater podcasts, episode 623.I think anyone who wants to know what happened to the bobwhite quail should watch this.100 percent the best evidence, by science, that explains what happens to not only quail, but red grouse of Scotland it has effected as well.
If you live in a small community and next to the forest with possible "unwated" things, investing in camera with random modes, a powerful rifle and "Close proximity detection system" which we mostly call simply a dog is a must.
Also NVG's and FLIR.
@d.o.p.echart9483 Claymores would come in handy, too ! Especially in a daisy chain!
From what I can tell in the first story, that thing was extremely intelligent to be able to lure 2 experienced hunters/active military men and make them chase thin air for several miles. It made coyote sounds and set up evidence along the way. This thing had studied them and crafted a method to hunt them. If you were to go out with the intent to hunt it down, it would definitely know and take measures to stay ahead of you.
That would make hunting the beast the ultimate hunt
One thing I have learned from all the years of listening to stories about the various Bigfoot types around North America is that while those in the Pacific Northwest are usually more docile in nature, the ones in the Southern United States are downright hostile. The Hillbilly Beast, Whistlin' Jack, the Skunk Ape, etc. All very predatory variants.
I've told folks that have come from the western parts of the states to be careful over here on the eastern side when they come researching here about the boogers being very.. crafty???.. My theory is that they became all too aware of the pew pew sticks the settlers brought with them that would maim or kill them and it's been passed down for generations and made them more aggressive in some places. For the most part, I think they just want to be left alone and just try to get from A to Z and live their lives. The smart ones know if they hurt someone it will bring out the hunters trying to get rid of them and they protect their young in a ferocious way if you get between a young one and it's parents.
So much for southern comfort
@@activatekruger446 This is why we brew Southern Comfort.
They all seem to have decidedly less "human" demoniac characteristics too ie. three toes illuminated eyes an over powering almost supernatural stench and the ability to seemingly render themselves imperceptible with infrasound or some other biological resonance.
They also are not spoken of in Native legend and lore nearly as much which is unusual given the relative weath of information we have from eastern tribes compared to those in the west.
These things all point to them being a more recent encroachment due to human habitation in the area skyrocketing or more likely some other stimuli that we the
The relation between these things and UFO flaps since the 50s is also extremely interesting with more than a few sightings putting them at the scene of close encounters and even as the occupants of UFOs in some cases.
It seems as if they just came out of nowhere whereas the western creatures were very much known to both native and white men since the 1800s.
These things whatever they are have distinct supernatural chimeric and metaphysical qualities across the board so much so to be regarded as spirits in native cultures, no doubt they are heavily linked to whatever is responsible for the UFO phenomenon with these eastern/southern variations clearly being of a much different purpose or genetic origin.
Duh think of the atrocities over time. The Black Slaves, the Genocide of the Indians. Not to mention the Natives were very peaceful in the northeast because food was so plentiful and the climate good due to the proximity of the sea. In Appilachia you are far from anything. Cherokee and Cree wars over thousands of years and Im sure more. Much death and blood and war. The Northwest is more peaceful at least once you get past the Oregon Deserts into the Cascade Zones.
I grew up in the Black Hills of South Dakota, and I'm telling you right now there are....things in those woods. Call them animals, spirits, whatever. I've seen things that weren't made by any animal that lives there, and heard sounds that didn't come from the throats of any animal there either. Keep your head on a swivel. When you enter woods like that, you're being hunted. You're prey.
there's nothing like that in the Black Hills you might run into a deer LOL
@@DundaMifflinI've seen cougars and black bears there before. I know the area quite well, having grown up there, as have my family for a few generations. I'm telling you there's something in there. Something else.
@@TheErikWulf blah blah blah stop yapping
@@TheErikWulfI honestly don't care if it's true or not. I love stories, or folklore, like this. Makes the world a bit more magical so to speak. That being said, I wouldn't doubt that there's something going on within those woods. It's easy for people to dismiss what they consider "supernatural" until they encounter it face to face. I've never seen a cryptid but I have seen a ghost. Once you realize these extraordinary claims people make about one thing is true, you realize you don't know as much as you think you do. Life is a strange thing. The world is a strange place.
@@jarekparek4305Let me guess you never lived in the woods, probably a big city yuppie that thinks all wildlife animals are some disney character and try pet them. After time goes by you start learning how different animals sound from one from another and their different mannerisms. Deer for an example, are easley spooked, so the slightest crushing of dry tree leaf's will cause them to run away. So the person that you're being critical of, has a deep understanding what is natural and what isn't natural when it comes to the woods. You on the other hand, would think the city park is the wilderness.
My Granddad was in a British army regiment, on manoeuvres when he was a young man (late 40s) he saw a huge black triangle. He reckoned it was about 200-300' along each side, apparently what got to him the most was how silent it was, he reckoned he could have thrown a rock and hit it, it was that close but there was not a single noise from it. He wasn't the only witness either. Apparently, nearly 20 people in total saw it, and from how he told it, it practically appeared out of nowhere over them
I'm from SEA and in our culture, anything weird or out of place we are taught not to pay attention to it especially after sunset. It may not be what it seems to be.
@OniZai What does SEA stand for ?
Seattle
Im guessing
@@LouisMarezSoutheast Asia I think
@@LouisMarezsea 🌊 he's a mermaid 🧜♂️
My in-laws live in eastern Tn. While hiking along a spring branch on their property, I came across a sandy patch with the biggest single footprint I’ve ever seen. My size 12 boot was dwarfed on all sides.
Tn has some freaky stuff in it. I swear it does. I was hunting and saw a 8-10 ft tall Indian style tp but made of sticks interwoven. Had an entrance and an exit and the weeds around were flattening by whatever it was. I prior to this was hunting the same spot, this structure was 30 yards from where I hunted. I sat down, about 5:30am it’s dark. I heard a big ass thunk on the side of the tree. I was confused but didn’t think much of it. About 5 minutes later another’s thunk but closer. This one scared me a bit because it sounded like a stick hitting the side of a tree, not a squirrel or deer. I unholstered my pistol and laid down. For the next 20 minutes it got closer, I heard no footsteps just it getting closer and hitting the tree with its stick. Whatever it was got close, about 10-15 yards from me and I never heard a step and there we’re leafs in the ground! I waited till sunrise and didn’t leave. I stayed and watched the field for two hours. The day before I saw over 13 deer and a few turkeys. That day I saw nothing. Not even birds. Just freaked me out good but I’m not keen on calling it a Bigfoot but I have no idea what else it could be?
@@germansherman3839I've read about feral humans who live in Tennessee, like the "wild man."
I don't know if these people actually exist, but it could be true.
@@germansherman3839I’ve seen those tree limb teepees before.. and trees broken at 90 degrees; perfect right angles.
@@germansherman3839i’ve found two temporary camps on my family’s property in oregon and washington. i have two family members who have seen em on different occasions. i’ve heard their footsteps mere feet from me on the other side of a tree. it’s unreal. many other stories. they have a little fun with us but for the most part don’t push too much and they are only coming to both properties a couple months out of the year to feed on the abundance of fruit. September is the most active
@@truthseeker2321 they used to back in day in the smoky park. Rangers had probs with em, one even getting attacked back before they were armed. There may be some info on it still online, but like everything, you only know what someone wants you to? Some say cannibal ferals got dennis martin and why the marines were sent to search and eliminate them. Other tales of locals being paid to get rid of them. We will probably never know the truth. At least not in this life. Theres bf out there, and that I do know.
One of my favorite memories as a kid was sitting on the front porch of my grandparents house in the evening after doing farm chores. My grandpa, a cold Pepsi, a scarred ole tabby cat lounging by the chair, and Bob whites serenading us from the pine grove in the West side of the front lawn. Rural mid Michigan at high summer.
Some memories are a slice of heaven. I sure do miss the sound of Bob whites, whippoorwils, startling a clutch of grouse or pheasants while traipsing through the woods.
From this vantage point the 70's were nirvana.
Seems that way to me too.
Beautifully, vividly, heart-warmingly expressed - Thank You!
The late 70s were the last time I heard the Bob White quail whistle in Indiana, and Ohio and Kentucky, too, for that matter. I can't remember hearing them after the blizzard of 1978. It got so cold that the Ohio River froze over, and we could walk across it.
@@truthseeker2321 I've never made the connection with the disappearance of bird species to the 78' Blizzard, but it wouldn't surprise me if it had a major impact. Here it snowed a couple feet, then it iced over. The ice was so thick I could ride my huffy on top of it for a few days. The deer were struggling. We lived in the woods along a river next to a cedar wetland. My Dad put out food for the deer. We had small herds surrounding the house. 60/70 deer every day until we went into a thaw period and conditions improved. Thanks for sharing.
@animoetprudentia2865 You're welcome ! I don't know if the blizzard was the main reason, but that's what some people were saying several years ago. Killdeer also disappeared around that time and are just now making a comeback. They used to be all over the place, in parking lots and other flat open spaces. I just started seeing them again in the last few years.
Boys….
We
Are officially dealing
With a *FUCKING*
*SAMSQUAMCH.*
Good ol' Trailer Park Boys reference
I heard what i can only describe as a whooping scream in the middle of town in kentucky. It was not any animal me or my partner could identify. It reverbed off the sides of the house and i could feel it in my chest, almost like an elk bugle but this was NOT a bugle of any bovine creature. The closest sound we could find is the very first trill off a gibbon call, but it sounded like it came out of a very large and dominant gibbon. AFAIK there arent gibbons in kentucky lol.
Funny you say that as I've heard that there were, in fact gibbons and others that managed to escape from their owners then they reverted back to their primal selves once out in the wild for a bit. Just like hogs. Takes them 3 days I think to start going feral. It doesn't take them long, that I do know.
@@berja3895the problem is what is described in these stories is a reality. ive heard the calls and footsepts myself. the calls can be reminiscent of gibbon. trying to use escaped exotic animals as a contender for these stories that prove to be no animal that ‘exists’ today is silly. they’re real and have the potential to roam forested towns
@@sandyslapr6317 You're telling me that my saying that exotic pets have gotten away from their owners is "just silly." It's a known fact. There's gibbons specifically that have escaped from Wildlife Parks as well as Research Facilities. Pardon my 'silliness,'
@@sandyslapr6317 Every sound in the woods isn't bigfoot
His voice is so soothing! I love listening to Luke.
Yes he can almost lull you to sleep while he’s scaring the s**t out of you.
Yep, that guy was born to narrate!
Kinda sounds like John cena
That's the specific purpose I've reserved his videos for @@Chiller11
As a newer viewer, a big shout out to the person who does the illiustrations. With the commentary, and the editing with the fading in of details as the story gets told is fantastic and matches the material perfectly! This is one of my new channels I am binging, what great work everyone does-thank you!
I guess I can wait another 37 minutes before going to sleep.... 😂
Same
Good luck sleeping 💀
Dont sleep just geek
It was noon est when this came out. Sleep? Where do you live?
Ya anytime this pops up i watch
That last one is one of the very best stories I’ve listened to on any of this or it’s sister channels. Wow, I know the fear of feeling ambushed by unseen forces so this drew me in intensely. Great episode just great.
"If you find yourself in the woods... and you hear a whistle... no you didn't"
-Appalachian proverb(sorta)
You do not whistle in the woods period. That’s what I was told.
1. You don't whistle at all
2. If you whistle & hear a response don't do it again
Dont whistle and sing in the woods...
Can anyone tell me why not
Fair enough
As a traditional Diné, it was said in the old days we could also mimic creatures, even stories of Apache raids will also note these, I beleive in the older days we could interact with nature alot more. Much love form the Navajo Nation 🙏🏽
We still can, there used to be a female deer who'd hang around my town, kind of became like a town pet or mascot. No joke, she'd come right up to you and let you pet her. She used to help me out while metal detecting, would dig holes with her hooves when ever I hit a target. Unfortunately that friendliness to humans would be her death. One night some a$$hole poisoned her. We never found out who did it.
I knew this old Lakota man in South Dakota that called one of the things in the Black Hills the watchers in the dark. What that means who knows. He didn't elaborate further. I know about...them in your area. Be safe.
@@Princess_Celestia_The real monsters are humans
@@TheErikWulfThat is so damn creepy... just those few words 😂
100%
Now this one here.. is absolutely terrifying. A predator that can actively adapt and transform while stalking you. Hmm 🤔
Not just that. It's also insanely hard to kill with conventional weaponry, pretty damn fast, stealthy, and clearly has no problems hunting man maliciously. It honestly surprises me that encounters with such creatures even have survivors.
@@ULTIMATZEKROMMaybe they are not hunting, but merely trying to scare people away from their territory.
@truthseeker2321 the number of missing 411 cases where prepared, experienced and competent outdoorsman vanish without a trace, no sight of predation or struggle, would politely disagree with you.
@@d3ltaohniner261 I said "maybe" not definitely. I don't rule anything out concerning missing 411 cases.
@@truthseeker2321 I doubt that. When it comes to these stories, these creatures deliberately chose noises that would distract the people involved or mislead them. Had the people involved not been as well versed in nature stuff (like my dumbass for example), they would've never been able to tell something was wrong. There's no way there wasn't at least a hint of ill intent towards them.
My family lives down in the Sequachie Valley on the side nearest the base of the Cumberland Plateau (Lusk/Pikeville area). There are crazy stories in that part of the woods. If y’all ever go that way down the Hwy 111 south corridor you’ll see it’s like driving into a different world set back 100 years ago. Absolutely beautiful but very very dark at night.
"You're too old for lightnin, but, I'll get you some lemonade." That's moonshine right? Like white lightnin moonshine I think? I could be mistake some one help 😂
That is indeed moonshine
As a proud alcoholic, I can confirm
It do be moonshine
*Takes another swig*
@activatekruger446 lmao! Oh gosh don't get me going I'm tryna stay sober 😅 more power to ya though always appreciate someone who's a lil more honest just don't over do it like I did I'm only 30 and toothless care about ya stranger ✌️
I have an experience I'd like to finally share. It's not military related or to do with this video but I've always wanted to bring it up.
This was around when I was 7 or 8 in the mid 90s. South Wales, United Kingdom. My family lived in a small semi-detached house in a closed off street. The house itself was modern and recently built at the time.
I shared a bedroom upstairs with my younger brother. We had a bunk bed. He slept below and I was up top. There was a small access panel slightly to the right of our bunk bed on the ceiling that would get you into the attic.
I've always had problems sleeping at night, even as a child. So I often would lay in bed waiting to nod off. Almost every night, sometime around midnight, when everyone else was sleeping, I would get visits.
At the bottom of my bed I would see a rope fall down from the ceiling and then these creatures would glide down. Couldn't see them very well as it was very dark, but a little bit of light would come through the curtains. They looked somewhat like trolls or goblins, about the size of a newborn baby. Hard to really say as they were like shadows. They were very quiet and sometimes I would hear them whisper to each other.
When they would appear I would squeeze my eyes closed and often would fall asleep pretty quickly. I wanted nothing to do with them. I was very cowardly as a child.
I told my parents and of course they didn't believe me. I was never an imaginative child but I was still a child. So I wanted to get them proof.
I snuck a cheap, yellow coloured, point and shoot camera under my pillow that night. And sure enough that night they came again. But this time things were a little different.
I was laying on my right side, facing the wardrobe on the other wall, trying to go to sleep. Suddenly I heard voices coming from the top of the wardrobe. I couldn't see anything but I knew they were there. I wish I could remember what was said but I was very scared. I knew my camera was under my pillow, but it hadn't been properly prepared. It also occurred to me that I could be in danger if they got alerted to what I was hoping to do. Getting off the bunk was not a quick thing to do. At this point I was wide eyed, very awake and not sleepy. So... I turned over in bed to face the other way, again I didn't want anything to do with the situation.
Immediately as I turned I heard one of them, with a shocked gasp, say "He's awake! Quick!". Or something to that effect (again, I was a child in panic and can't remember the exact words spoken).
I then felt a very warm sensation in the middle of my back. 2 seconds later... Poof! I was gone. Sleep. I remember vividly the moment I was knocked out.
After that night I didn't see or hear them again. Not long after we moved home.
I'll never forget that house. And it wasn't just those nightly visits either. I remember seeing white orbs floating in my parents bedroom on a couple occasions. They were almost fairy-like in appearance.
But this is not the end of the story.
About a year and half ago my parents and I were watching a paranormal TV show and we had a conversation about such things. I thought it would be a good time to bring up my experiences. Neither of them remembered my visitations but my father seemed very interested. He turned to me and said, "You know, we did have a water poltergeist in that house." My mother said she remembered that too.
He said the ceiling of the kitchen always had a water leak. It wasn't just a drip but a flood of water. He got two different plumbers in to check and neither found anything wrong. Not even water damage where you'd think there would be. It was unexplainable.
The house also had an enclosed front porch with a small roof covering and space inside it (like a mini attic space). It would randomly smell of dead fish when you passed through it. One day my father got into it to see where the smell was coming from. He found nothing. It was completely empty.
I've had other weird experiences in my later life, as well as my father (he even became a devoted Christian after experiencing his). But those visitations in that house will always haunt me.
It look too me that you have been visited by Drekavac unborn child demon
@@Trunyshaiste567 Not too sure about that. I distinctly remember there being 2 or 3 of them and they spoke English. They were also very quiet beings, preferring not to cause any attention to themselves.
With everything else that was going on in that house, it feels like there might be some interdimensional stuff going on.
Iron swarf goes brrrrtt
I’m in the US but caught one of these small creature in my room. About the size of a baby, like you said. Largish head and plump body with stubby limbs. Wide eyes, flat nose and a huge wide mouth with sharp teeth (like a muppet). We spoke a sentence or two back and forth (I was maybe 2-3 years old, literally my oldest memory so now it’s fuzzy) and up until I was like 10 or so I could remember what was said. Anyways, he just turned around and walked back behind my dresser and was gone and I went right back to sleep. So yea, I know you saw what you saw. We had strange things happen at the house too. So strange, my sister as a kid came and woke up me and my parents to tell us there was a an airplane in the front t yard! We still talk about the weird things. She was a little older when she saw the plane, maybe 7-8.
That’s a wow. Thankyou for sharing. Inter dimensional entities.
I thought the channel ended with the partnership with Mr Ballen. Glad to see Wartime Stories is till going.
Lol, no only the content expanded into other platforms and more content too. Just as with Bedtime Stories.
Bro I discovered this channel not long ago and that was still before the collaboration with Mr. Ballen, I like his content don’t get more wrong, however hole doesn’t hold a monopoly on this genre.
@@Ziiphyr I would say Rod Sterling does, if anyone. However, these guys (Mr Ballen and the author of War Time Stories) bring another dimension to the table.
Love these Cryptid stories, Luke. Quality of these stories are unmatched. Artwork, audio, and narration are so good! Love all the different character voices. Best production of stories in this genre on TH-cam! Proud to be a 2 year channel member.
There are definitely some deep and dark places in the Appalachian mountains
The world gets smaller every day, soon enough even those deep end places will be explored and charted. nothing stops man.
Native Arkie Ozark Hillbilly here...some places in the woods , you just shouldn't go in the dark. A Bobwhite at night? That sent chills down MY spine!!
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That last story had my full attention and I could feel the creeped out vibes even though I'm in a fully lit office, lol. Keep up the great work and I'll be checking out the podcast!
I was hog hunting once, last winter in the dead of night deep in the hills of Arkansas, and I'm using a night optic to watch for the pigs, i had relocated a few times in the night because it was getting cold and i needed to move and plus there was no hog activity so i walked some 200 yards or so deeper into the woods and sat with my back against a tree, and start glassing for some pigs, and there in my optic i see something finally. Kinda looks like a bear rummaging about, which are common in this area so i watch it a while and see what its doing since theres no hogs yet, but after a while this thing stops making me think its a bear just by how its moving and it sorta appears to be more man shaped, like a naked man but scuttling about quietly on all fours, and its sniffing, sniffing the ground and such, and i realize this thing is sniffing the ground and tree and area directly where i had just been sitting before i relocated deeper into the woods. It sorta sniffs into the air like a dog picking up a scent and it looks straight in my direction but mind you its pitch-black and i can only see this thing because of my night time optical, well this animal thing cranes its face upward kinda like its gonna howl like a wolf at the moon maybe, but it screams "HELP! HELP MEEE!!" and its a woman's voice, but this thing is no woman, it's not even human. It screams "SOMEBODY PLEASE!!" and looks in my direction again like it knows im out there..... i didnt know if i should shoot it or not, maybe it was a lost and feral person
It was trying to lure u out to where it was
So original🙄 Haven't heard that un in at least two days
And what happened after that?
You made that up.
Nothing, because its made up lmao. Heard this one so many times.
I won't get too much into details... Back in 1997, I witnessed a, clear as day, mimicing event along with three other people. When we went to investigate where the sound had come from, there was nothing. The sound repeated about thirty yards from where we first originally suspected it to be, which was the dirt road we were standing on. We ran into the woods, following the sound, to investigate further...We stopped and listened... There was nothing again. We heard the sound one last time, and this time, It sounded like it was over a half mile away... Being perplexed, no flashlights, and afraid of falling down a mine shaft, we abandoned our pursuit...having no doubt, we all knew exactly what we heard... and there was no way it could have been.
This occurred sometime in 1997 Columbia, California.
fall season, after sunset.
Spooky
What kind of sound though? You didn't say anything about that.
@audreymuzingo933
That was on purpose... but, OK.
My girlfriend at the time, her mom had a little female Bostonbull Terrier. They lived in a sparsely populated heavily wooded area... very few neighbors, all who knew each other.
The little dog went missing one day and wasn't known for wandering off. It had been well over a month since the dog had basically vanished.
Then, one evening, we hear a very familiar barking out on the road, right out in front of the house. Even at the time, it crossed my mind as to how a little dog could survive out in the woods for over a month, but we were all certain it was the dog....It was the dogs bark, but obviously a dog can't go from right where your at to a half mile away in less than a minute.
This was an experience strange and disturbing enough to share, but it still bugs me somewhat to tell because I love dogs.
@@gregcavalieri4920That is very creepy.
@@gregcavalieri4920 I see. But did you leave that out on purpose because you thought someone might suggest that an owl had her? Just to reassure you -zoology is my background and yes, bird flight technically could explain a very fast relocation of big distance, but most owls don't mess with anything too big to swallow whole. They simply don't have the grasp strength to kill (much less carry) prey larger than a squirrel. The exception would be a Snowy owl, but I'm guessing you don't live that far North. A large hawk or eagle could carry a Boston terrier, but they're not active after sunset.
I retired from the Border Patrol. I was lucky to get to the northern border after 911 when the public was clamouring for more agents on the northern border. I used to work with a good reliable agent with a quiet demeanour. He told me he was working in a remote part of our stations area on a midnight shift. He was responding to a sensor activation. It was located behind a gated forested area. The access road to the gate ran at a 45° angle from the main road. If there was someone usually entering illegally from Canada they would follow the gravel road thru the forest and get picked up on the main road. Agents would usually leave the vehicle by the gate and walk up the gravel road for a few hundred yards and wait to intercept the traffic. When my fellow agent started walking in past the gate, you could still see the main road through the trees, especially on a full moon night. What he heard and saw in the trees between the gravel road and the main road startled him. There was something large and bipedal standing upright and moving slightly in the trees. At this point, he told me he said screw it and walked back to his patrol vehicle.
He contacted radio and called it no violation.
They also have a terrifying scream. The whole infra sound thing. I heard one once and I can’t explain how loud it was. Like standing front row at Metallica with no hearing protection. Like oppressively loud. And has a high part and low part at the same time. Wild.
did you see it or just hear it?
You won't catch me head banging in the woods at night.
I understand this reference
@@Kharis- whats the reference?
love the "like standing front row at Metallica with no hearing protection" that is legitimately loud! I know, I've been there... but WITH hearing protection lol or I would be deaf or near it today ( several years later)
Man, I love all these stories. But that last one of him being stalked by the two squatches had me SPOOKED. I was getting chills from that story like I’d never had before hearing other ones. That’s scary stuff.
I've posted this before but I'll say it again. This is, by far, my absolute favorite channel here on TH-cam. Your narration skills are outstanding. I could listen to you tell stories all night long. I really like the illustrations that go along with the stories. Your illustrator's skills are outstanding as well. The two blend so perfectly together. I will head on over to your other channel now to check it out. I'm sure I will be equally blown away by the awesome content. Thank you so very much for creating this channel. It is unlike anything else I've ever watched!
God...I loved the granma's voice acting and accent so much.
For the first story. Something that piques my interest was the injured coyote call.
Now forgive if I'm getting this wrong, but the way they describe it was that coyotes pretend to be young or injured to show they aren't a threat, but coyotes or animals in general don't do that.
Calls of an injured or young animal attract predators. They see it as an easy meal. Hunters used this trick to lure in predators.
While it does make me question the legitimacy of the story, you would think experienced hunters would know this. It also adds validation to their story because they were literally being the coyote in that situation.
Hunter becomes the hunted
@singingcrow439 they do sometimes. Not frequently, but it's been documented. So maybe those ones learned that people thought it was other people when they heard that.
A lot of animals use the schtick of the injured prey to lure them away from their nest & babies. Wolves, coyotes, rabbits, deer, just to name a few. I've even seen a woodpecker do the same.
@@berja3895 don't forget about sandpipers, they fake an injured wing by dragging it on the ground to lure predators away from their nest until either the predator gets too close to them (and they fly away) or until they've lured the predator far enough away they feel safe to fly away and circle back to their nest
@@berja3895you beat me to giving that context, glad someone explained why they do it, since it wasn't explained. If you're not a hunter, you may not understand the reference.
Remind me of the genoskwa. A bigger, stronger, faster, and maliciously smarter version of sasquatch. Also called stone giants cause harming them is near impossible with regular weapons cause supposedly they coat themselves in mud and rocks to minimize getting hurt. Theorized that they're the reason people go missing in forests
what state are they from?
@@crazysilly2914Iroquois so Northeast US.
Any state with really dense forest I figure
@@crazysilly2914the linguistics have been traced back to the Iroquois Federation *Mohawk Tribe* of what is now Upstate NY. Not sure where you are from, but Upstate NY is one OLD, magical region.
LMAO!!!!
Honestly one of the best episodes. I am quite skeptical of Bigfoot and I remain so, but man this still gave me chills. In particular the last story really creeped me out lol
My wife and I just finished watching this episode, and we live in about the same area of East Tennessee. Through all our years of camping and hiking, thankfully we've never encountered any of these creatures. But, we've experienced some very strange and unnerving things while in the mountains. A phenomenal episode and wonderfully told. Thanks
Birds will call at night if it’s a bright full moon. I was asleep at 3am and a Robin woke me up by its loud chirping. I couldn’t figure out if I was dreaming or awake. Saw the Robin sitting in a tree, chirping loud and clear.
Birds definitely call at night.
😮 19 Delta( lightning scout) I grew up in a generation where we were (punished) by being sent to wilderness camps deep in the north carolina and Tennessee mountains, no civilization for miles, for up to 120 days we built our own shelters, hunted with bows we made, being native American I knew the stories of the Windigo, the one who stole and wore suits of human skin( skin stealers) I knew of sasquatch knew he was real, but after a stint in the Army my best friend and I would take his boys camping, but an incident deep in the mountains of North Carolina changed all that😮 one night we heard footsteps around our camp and without hesitation we opened fire from inside our tents and heard something heavy run off, we investigated and saw nothing but trampled brush, we stood guard overnight and the next day while fixing breakfast everything around us went still, the air stopped blowing, all went quiet including the insects 😮 it felt like spiders running up and down my spine, we grabbed our gear and the kids and never went back into the woods again 😮😮 my blood had run cold and everything inside me screamed danger and I considered myself lucky to have survived and never wanted to experience nor push my luck again 😮
Glad you guys and his boys got out of that situation safely.
I’d had something like that in the piedmont of North Carolina, only about a mile out of a decent city. I had my squirrel gun and my .45 colt on my hip. 15 rounds of .22 and 5 .45s should have been enough to handle anything walking around in these woods, which ain’t that big by any means.
But I was walking in, I cross over a power line to get to my favorite squirrel spot as the sun is barely setting and I get this feeling of pure dread and primal fear. Everything was dead quiet, just as I had heard described before. I got the biggest sense of “get out of here!” And so I powerwalked back to my camper.
The whole time my body kept telling me to freeze and I never listened, I walked, stopped, scanned and continued for about 6 minutes until I walked the half mile to the camper. Never did put that .45 down that day.
This was about 2 months after I had decided to shine a light in a tree very near to that power line looking for coons. I found eyes but as I walked out towards them to shoot what I thought was a decent coon it ducked behind the tree and then slowly peered back out, as if playing with me, like a child from behind a door in a scary movie. I’m convinced that thing was hunting me, luring me in trying to be playful.
I've hunted deer in iowa, and I have been charged by a bison stalked by a mountin lion shot at, and I have seen a few things I could not explain
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in some asian cultures, whistling is frowned upon. whistling at night? one could get a good scolding from an elder. I never asked why there is that superstition but I have heard stories of apelike beasts who whistle at night.
Dayum, just realized
Here in the US, it's a well known thing not to whistle in the woods if you're an outdoorsman. Initially when I was young, I thought it was just so you don't scare off game.
One day when I was out in the woods on the farm I grew up on, just to be by myself, I whistled a short tune to myself without thinking, a song that had been stuck in my head from the radio. Something VERY loudly mimicked my whistled tune, note for note, and I heard something BIG start breaking branches in the timber, coming my direction. The terrain there was very hilly, with deep hollows and ravines, with thick thorns and scrub that you were lucky to see 20 feet around you in a "clearing", in the scrub, you won't see the sun unless it's noon and directly overhead.
I ran out of the timber in the direction of home as fast as I could, hearing my tune mockingly whistled very loudly back at me, the speed at which it had closed distance on me as it crashed through the thick brush made the hair on my neck stand up, and gave me that last shot of adrenaline to push out of the timber and into the pasture right by the house. I heard the whistle one more time as I stepped onto our deck, I heard it coming from where I'd just been in the timber. I ran into the house and never whistled in the woods ever again...I also never went out into the timber without my shotgun, whether I was there to hunt or not.
@d3ltaohniner261 My grandmother told me about whistling in the woods and how it wasn't a good idea. She grew up in southeastern Kentucky right around the time of ww1. People would disappear sometimes, never to be seen or heard from again.
This particular area did have ( and probably still does) big predators like bears and mountain lions, but they aren't exactly neat when they kill and eat something or someone, and the likelihood of someone getting killed by these animals was rare because almost everyone carried a rifle or shotgun with them when they ventured into the wilderness. She told me about other strange things that she knew about, that others had witnessed back then, long before the mass media influence of radio and television.
Person from Asia here, our culture is really afraid of whistles, or rather cautious. Firstly, whistling in the day can be considered as rude to other people, but in an abandoned place or alone, whistling is also not recommended because sooner or later, you'll find possibly something or someone who isn't human adding a few notes to your tunes. At night? It's like a radar for the cryptids asking to attack you. Typically 3 PM would be the time my parents would ask me to stop whistling or horsing around as a kid and I typically follow it to this day, avoiding whatever trip I can unless it's in a city.
"5 minutes ago" best thing ive seen all day!
When I was a young kid, maybe 8 or 10. We lived next to a large and old forest. My back bedroom was directly up against the tree line. One night while doing homework with a desk against a window. All my hair stood up, I looked up and a massive all white figure was standing a couple feet from the window staring at me. It was massive, way larger than a human. I jumped up and ran to my parents. They called the cops and the officer found no footprints or anything. I however saw it clear as anything and remember it vividly to this day.
1:53 the beautiful Northern Bobwhite 😍 I know that call anywhere. I study these birds and they are a joy to work with.
Where? I live in Indiana and I haven't heard a Bob White quail since after the blizzard of 1978.
The Killdeer are just now making a comeback from that bitter deep freeze of a winter.
i hear that bird every morning in va
That's a very beautiful sound
@@truthseeker2321 NE Texas! We’re working on bringing them back. It’s hard because everything loves to eat them lol.
@@luxehurricane Well, it's good to know that they aren't extinct.
Skinwalkers was my first thought when I saw the title of the video. 😅
Thank you for your service. And it’s interesting when people that serve, shine light on things that are considered nonsense, conspiracy etc… great work my friend
Always love for the uploads to fall when I will be alone at a warehouse complex is supposedly haunted. Lol.
Also. Once when I was spending one of my summers in Tennessee I had a lil incident in Appalachia. Walking back to my grandparents at dusk/ nightfall from a friends house it was apparent I was not really alone. Walking down the road something was moving along with me slightly to my rear. I move, I heard movement up along the trees. I stopped,it stopped. This went on till I just high tailed it back. My dad said there was weird stuff in those hills.
There’s something out there waiting for us, and it ain’t no man.
its diddy😭🤣
That was a great couple stories man-it’s unbelievable how many people have been living with this stuff going on in essentially their back yards. Everybody needs to know it’s real-thanks for all the hard work bro. Your channel is amazing. Can’t wait to hear the podcast-Taking it with me to work TONIGHT
As exciting as the possibility of seeing a Squatch is. These two stories remind you to be careful what you wish for.
My great grandmother would tell stories about entities like this. The area around the village where she was born (it was on a mountainside on a Greek island) is said to house otherworldly creatures living in the caves nearby. They're said to have the ability to change shape and mimic sounds they hear. The locals say they've been known to cause the disappearances that have happened on this part of the island. I've never seen anything there, but I've spoken to people in the village who swear they have.
😱Spooky!!!
which island?
Sounds demonic
@@crazysilly2914 The island is Andros. Her village is called Syneti. The town is quite literally built into a mountainside, and is in a very sparsely populated area of the island. There's a lot of creepy local legends surrounding this area.
@@RandomZen411 As a religious man myself, it's entirely possible. This part of the island is known by the locals for some unexplained activity. Though I'm sure there's a good bit of embellishment too.
Ive had multiple encounters in the woods over the years, Im now 62. I have never seen anything but what I have heard and felt was terrifying. All but two of the occasions were at night. The two daytime incidents I was deep in the woods. The first daytime was southern Kentucky near Dale Hollow Reservoir, the second time was south of Youngstown Ohio right on the Ohio-Pennsylvania state line. I had a couple of night time incidents near Youngstown but the rest of the night time incidents were in central Indiana.
People who have never experienced something like this just laugh it off or make fun, they dont believe it. Once you experience it you no longer doubt and you will never forget it.
let them be, because they never been in tha woods and doesn't have enough balls to roam in the woods at night, people who laughs in this kind of stories are losers sitting on the couch watching porn doesn't really know what's going on outside..
I live in Youngstown, OH! Could you please share your story from there??
We definitely would love to hear some of the stories if you don't mind.
friend of mine lives near the Appalachian mountains and he told me he once shot at.... something with .308 black tip. and all that did was piss off whatever it was.
24:08 when I heard the part about "a space just big enough for someone about my size to fit through" I couldn't help but think of a screenplay for a movie or something. That classic monster movie chase trope where the protagonist is being chased by the monster and squeezes through a gap just big enough to not allow the beast to follow, right before the monster reaches him. I am what you would call a "believer", but that just screamed written to me.
I’ve never came upon anything like that in the woods but me and my brother definitely got around the pine forest of south GA alot. I do have one story that my great grandfather told my dad. He was hunting along the Ocmulgee River in central GA in the 1940s when with his brother. They were down in a branch as they call it hunting squirrels when the sun started going down so he and his brother started to make their way back out to the road so they could go home. They got the feeling that something was following them. Maybe a bobcat or a bear that were common among the area at the time. As they went along the forest the feeling went away until they came to a clearing. There sitting on a stump was a large, hairy creature that “smelled like something dead.” Apparently it had muddy caked hair that was so thick that they couldn’t tell where its eyes were at. It just sat on the stump. He and his brother then told this thing that as long as it sat there and didn’t move. There wouldn’t be any trouble. They cocked their shotguns (with birdshot so what good that would do) and make their way out of the woods back to the dirt road and ran home leaving their squirrels behind. Once again I wasn’t born then just a story my dad said his grandpa told him when they grew up in that part of GA.
I live on the northern side of Walden’s ridge. And it can be spooky in the woods @ night around here.
I once had to walk back to my camp in the dark. It was only about 10 feet, but it was so pitch black I missed it and ended up lost. Not a great feeling. I was turned around with no idea where to go so I looked for lights. I knew there were a few houses on the outskirts of the woods. I saw a far one and headed towards it and found a house on my way to it and people were home. Thank god. One night I had heard something sniffing my tent when I had just entered it and sat down. I could hear the loud sniffing going all the way around my tent and it was creeping me out. What was creepy about it was the ground was covered with dead leaves and you couldn't take a step without them crunching loudly. But this thing was going all around my tent with no sound at all except for the loud sniffing. I decided to try to scare it off by hollering and banging stuff. After that there was total silence. I didn't hear it run off or any other noise. I don't know what it was.
When I was a teen I used to work as a deckhand on a commercial fishing boat as a summmer job. We would to a place called Bute inlet, which is a few hour long boat ride from Quadra island in British Columbia Canada. It's basically the middle of nowhere here in the Pacific Northwest. On several occassions it felt like we were being watched by something. Not a cougar or bear, which I've had encounters with but something else. There were a few times when we cut the engine and drifted with the tide that there would be dead silence and a feeling of dread would be in the air. We never say anything, but we didn't dare go anywhere near the shore. We knew something was there waiting for us and we didn't want to find out what.
Scary hearing about this so close to home (van island liver)
Sequatchie valley and Waldens Ridge ... closer to home ,like 30mins away . I dont doubt it that they're in the mountain ranges around Chattanooga and the surrounding valleys .
It's rather incredible how all these stories, and I mean, ALL these stories, all point to the same species, or group of species.
Does seem like it or variations of it. Maybe we know but we don’t know what is out there. Perhaps they need humans run away with rules of staying in those boundaries
Over time, a person gets used to such encounters happening. Accept that he cannot predict when they will happen. The most difficult thing is to live with this new awareness and secret that you don't share.
Holy crap!!! That was terrifying. Being alone in the woods at night being hunted by something unknown. Hope he was wearing his brown pants.
LMFAO! For sure !
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Listening to this at the 16:37mins mark you can see why some cultural groups (e.g. native american, muslims etc) have taboos about whistling, especially at night because you never know what might answer that call. I'm also reminded of M.R. James' brilliant ghost story "Whistle and I'll come to you..." which I recommend.
If you think birds don't call at night, you've never been tormented by night larks like the chuck-wills-widow. ALL NIGHT LONG! INCESSANT, WITHOUT PAUSE, ALL NIGHT LONG!
owls… whip-poor-wills… nighthawks…yeah, lots of birds are active at night
Lots of active nightly birds. It’s when they start making calls other than bird calls with loud bellows that you got a problem…..
We got things that whistle and try to get you to follow the whistle. Trying to lead you to hole or a cliff. Our elders always told us when were out hunting or fishing to never follow the whistle or someone calling your name
Sounds like something a raven or crow would do, they have stories of doing that to wolves and dogs, cats. Maybe you are a threat to their eco system or animal friend nand they want to kill you for that reason. That’s one reason I think
@fred-s7e yeah no raven or crow exists where I'm from
Went through the area around brown mountain NC on a SAR op. Team decided to radio in BC and stay out on the Ridgeline. Dead quiet not a sound except the wood popping on the fire all night until 2AM when a high pitch whistle came about 30 meters up the ridge from our tents. So loud it woke us up. We thought it was an alert whistle so we dug around to find ours, before we could another one came DOWN the ridge just as high and long. We were like hold on, that ain't an alert whistle. So we thought maybe it was a dang bird and we were talking bout it, then we heard what sounded like people talking. So then we said oh it WAS an alert whistle and came out the tents to see if we could see their lights, but nothing. Pitch black. Then the when the "people" talking got closer. We noticed it wasnt english or any language we ever heard. Sounded like gibberish. Don't know what the hell it was but we never camped away from BC after that
Sasquatch, like the samurai chatter or Sierra sounds.
Yep, hairy man. Google Sierra sounds, Ron Moorhead.
@@GarthWatkins-th3jt that's very similar to what we were hearin but it wasn't that deep in tone and they didn't .. yell? Like that. It was just talking. But other than the volume and depth of tone it's really similar to what we heard
Haunting. Absolutely haunting. Well done!
I think everyone who's spent a lot of time in the woods has had at least one experience where everything gets quiet, it just doesn't feel right, and you have a sensation of being not welcome there. I know I have. I never heard any daytime birds at night or heard any huge bipeds stompin' around though. I've just felt like something didn't want me there, sort of thing. Maybe the land itself, I don't know, but one time it was an area that had been recently logged off. My buddy I was hiking with felt it too. We definitely weren't wanted.
I grew up in western north carolina and have had a couple instances where i have been spooked up in the mountains there. there was one time i was digging ginseng up on the side of the mountain across the creek from my house and outta know where i had this overwhelming feeling come over me like i wasnt welcome there. this was followed by the sound of knocks on wood. i would hear something like an owl hoot but it sounded imitated. i got to where i was thinking there was someone in there with me so i would hoot back i never got a direct response back. the knocks and the hoots continued to follow me. though uneasy about the situation i kept on cause i was getting into some good seng. suddenly the hoot came again and then immediately right after i heard a massive tree fall come from the same direction. i figured whoever had been hootin at me had been in the way of this tree. so i rush over to where this noise came from and everything was completely still. nothing was stirred up no movement or anything. half-way joking half-way tryin to calm myself down i holler out "is you dead!?" nothing. completely silent. i see another ginseng plant, i head for it. then i hear the hoot.. that got me. i quit what i was doing and i sprinted all the way down off the side of the mountain and somehow or another i didnt trip up fall and break my leg i made it outta there. that was definitely the wildest experience ive had back in there.
my gf and I (her 2 cats and one dog) woke up at 3 am on the dot to a blood curling human/animal scream/howel. Instant goosebumps and fight or flight response. It sounded like it came from something standing beside the window. it seemed to come from my head height. I'm 6'6. only thing is outside it is another two feet to ground so something 8'6 stood where it could peak into window and at 3 am let that g-d awful noise out. i live in a medium town on the outskirts so not prime monster area but got damn if I ever camp again nor will I willingly be caught out in woods at night. whatever that was it freaked out the two cats so much that months later they were still scared to be left at home alone. I live in TN which seems a hotspot of sorts.
My hometowns highschool sports team is called "Bob White"... When I was a kid, I always wondered who Bob was. 😅
seriously my favorite channel to get lost in the story and fully immersed. keep up the good work man! love ya videos.
Thanks again Luke!
You have a real gift for story telling my friend that I and I'm sure many others, very much appreciate.
So happy that others are sharing their experiences through you, as it really strengthens the bond of this community.
I have a number of years of military service myself but not sure if I have the gumption to share some of the bizarre occurrences I've experienced. Maybe someday... :)
I have no problem believing these peoples' accounts, because I've heard things whistling in the woods at night too; things that shouldn't be there.
In a wooded ravine behind my late father's house, where my sister and brother in law now live, out in rural Oregon, I heard a whistling call that exactly mimicked one I had just made myself when trying to call in a dog who had wandered too close to the woods.
I had been house/dog-sitting with my mom, while my sis and her husband were out of town, and we had let their dogs out to relieve themselves late one night before we'd planned to head to bed. There was an extremely creepy feeling in the air that night, and my mother and I both felt as though we were being watched. The forest there is right behind the house, and this one little dog had wandered over to the very edge of it. My instincts told me to get her away from the woods immediately, and my hair was standing on end as I ran toward her to bring her back toward the house. I whistled and called to her as I ran, and then picked her up and began to jog back toward the front of the house where my mother was waiting with the other dogs. Behind me as I began to head back, a clear, loud whistle rang out. It wasn't a bird, or any other animal. It sounded exactly like a human whistling, and was the same couple of notes that I had just whistled to call the dog. My mother heard it as well, and said "that wasn't you whistling, was it?" We both knew immediately that we weren't alone. Something was there, watching and listening, and it had just announced its presence. Either it wanted to call the dog back toward the woods, or it was whistling to frighten us. I will never know for sure.
We both agreed that it probably wasn't a human, because we were on a stretch of fenced private property in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbors were about a half mile away. Nobody should have been in the woods that night. Especially without a light.
We immediately ran inside, and I spent the rest of the night keeping watch. We didn't see a sasquatch, but we've heard all kinds of eerie sounds from those woods over the years: deep male voices muttering in some unintelligible language, loud knocking sounds, and sometimes moans and howls. Sometimes I've heard a voice so deep and booming that it sounds like a massive bass sub-woofer... but remember, there is no road through those woods. No houses. No people.
I am fairly certain that we heard a sasquatch whistling at us that night, and I hope I never hear such a thing again. It sounded really close, like 30-50 feet at the furthest. It felt as though we were in real danger. No other whistle I've ever heard contained such an unbelievable level of menace. It may not sound scary, but whistles can be terrifying under certain circumstances. Just thought I'd share our little adventure with whomever reads this. I know it's not the most sensational story, but it happened, and I think that, for me at least, it adds credence to what the people depicted in this video were describing.
Stay safe in the woods, everybody. Best wishes. --Naomi
I LOVE the southern Lady! I would listen to a Podcast where she reads spooky Storys with that voice!😂
I can never go to sleep listening to your stories. I have to listen to the whole thing!
The sound of the kids 2 stroke brought back memories. I can smell the exhaust and premix now.
These kinds of stories are the ones that creep me out the most
You've outdone yourself on that Whisteling Jack story. That legit absorbed me and scared me a little, just from the way it was told. I already have a very strong visual imagination and the illustrations provided for a great guide on that. I could see and hear it play out like a movie. Well done!
Born in the Smokey Mountains. There are very weird places where you know you are being watched
Tales of hostile boogers in the woods are why if I ever go hiking it won't be alone and I'll be well armed.
My grandfather was in the army for a long time and stationed somewhere in Alaska for much of it. He regularly went back to hunt and fish in the decades after getting out of the army. One time he got the sort of treatment the guys in this story did without the whistling. Instead whatever stalked him made some sort of "UNGONK" or "UNGUK" sound.
While he was out hunting he realized something was shadowing him through the brush out of view moving when he did and following him. After a bit he started backtracking and the thing kept pace following his path back. Eventually he got close enough to where he knew a road was and ran for it. The thing started crashing through the brush parallel to him matching his speed making that sound. Soon as he broke through to the road he ran to the other side and got ready to shoot watching the woods until someone drove up. It stopped just far enough in to still be unseen. He eventually heard it go deeper in but didn't relax until that car showed up and the driver gave him a ride. He never saw whatever it was.
Luke, you have the single best voice for narration I've ever heard. 👍
We need more sasquatch encounters if you have more ready to go! Let out a "..dang" when the ending music started 😂 appreciate all your hard work my man!
i had a friend who was a big game hunter , hunted , elk, bear, moose, all kinds of deer , his favorite hunting iron was a weatherby in 300 win mag i was telling him about calling up game with a game call . he said he would never use a game call again i asked why and his reply was " i was duck hunting near panther creek and i called up a foulk monster!" -- at first i thought he was joking , and i know this fellow was telling the truth--as he had no imagination to make up any bs
Wood boogers. They go way back here in east tn history. You find the right people, they may talk about, but sometimes old ways die hard and people won’t talk. Saw one in tremont 1997. One of a few odd things had happen in the mountains..
Love, love, LOVE Wartime Stories!
I watch a saquatch channel and there are a lot of story's where people here them mimic either their voices or some noise they make like loading a lever action rifle with the lever. I've also heard story's where someone watched an otter come out of the water and and started walking down a path. It slowly turned into a sasquatch with a tail. Pretty wild story.
The otter story was definitely influenced by ingesting psychedelic mushrooms.
Otter sasquatch with tail... A kushtaka?
You do a really good job. The problem is we wish the story continued.
.308 and 30-06 are SERIOUS overkill for yotes lol.
I have both and they aren’t enough for the BIG beasts that are doing these things (and much worse)
@dartmart9263 30-06 has harvested every game animal on this planet including elephants and cape Buffalo. Multiple grizzlies are taken every year by 30-06. I'd hate to run onto whatever you got going on.