Tube-Tober 4: The Search for RetCon, Day 15

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[Jlan]

I know this stuff is supposed to be creepy, but the antler one fell flat to me once the big critter finally hit the scene. The second the description of that thing was done, the only thing going through my head for the rest of the video was "Spider-moose! Spider-moose! Does whatever a Spider-moose does!"

[Chaotic Ink]

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*shrugs* My mom is starting to dislike the stories from Mr. Creeps as well. Unlike Bedtime Stories, I don't try and upload every one of his vids, just the ones I personally like (mainly because he uploads tons of stories), which I'm now starting to question my taste. Then again, I like Asylum monster movies, so...

[Jlan]

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Eh, your taste is your taste. It isn't anybody's place to tell you what to watch. I only commented what I did because I personally thought people might find the thought that ran through my mind as hilarious as I did, not to complain about your taste in horror. Heck my internet out here in the sticks isn't good enough for me to even try to watch the hour+ videos you post, so I don't even know if they're any good (it took nearly two hours of waiting through buffering at 240p to watch the antler one). Though I will agree with the "Bedtime Stories" series being pretty good. Although it is kind of funny I found that series through a random fic that had the CMC watching those shows. Of course all this talk about scary stories makes me want to drop a few that I know. So *cracks neck* let's see how mine stack up. Especially since they are definitely real, I was there for two of them at least. Wall o' text incoming.
The first story is more weird than creepy, it is about the time some of my family spotted a flying saucer. And no, they were stone sober and not crazy alien hunters. They don't even believe aliens exist, they think what they saw was an experimental military project. My dad, grandad, and my dad's uncle had been hunting that day. It was late in the day when they bagged their deer, and by the time they had finished dragging their deer home and processing them it was very late. As my dad and granddad were heading to their trucks to leave the uncle's house they noticed what looked like lights moving around in the woods a ways off. My dad ran and grabbed his uncle and everybody's rifles, so that they could all look through the scopes at whatever the thing was. That's when they saw a silver object shaped like a saucer sitting in a clearing in the woods. The lights they had seen were spinning around the outer edges of the disk like some kind of slow strobe light. They watched the object just sitting there for several minutes before it began to rise up, and shot off into the night sky. The next morning they began calling around to see if anyone else had seen the strange object, and a friend of theirs had. They all compared the paths they had seen it take and concluded that it had been moving toward a well know airbase in our state. Which to them confirmed their belief from the start that they had witnessed a military test, not an alien probe. Especially since the area we live in is practically surrounded with military flight paths (Heck, for one week I could set my clock by the nightly extreme low altitude flyovers of a B2 stealth bomber).
The second of these stories is the first one I witnessed. Or at least the aftermath of it. It is the "Mystery of the Night Time Shrieker" as I call it. One night when I was in my early teens I was awakened by the sounds of my parents slamming doors and moving around rapidly. As I was about to get up and ask what was going on, my mother came into my bedroom looking quite shaken. She asked me if I had heard anything unusual recently, and I responded that I hadn't heard anything until they started slamming doors. She just nodded her head and started to leave. When I called out to her about what was going on, she told me that she would tell me in the morning but to let her know if any odd noises woke me up. I nervously went to bed, and was eventually able to go back to sleep. In the morning my parents both looked tired and little shaken. This time when I asked about what happened they finally told what had them so spooked. During the night before, my parents had been awaked by noises in the tree outside their bedroom window. It sounded like some kind of animal trying to get in the window, before it went up the tree outside their window. This being in a rural area (and my dad a hunter) he grabbed his shotgun while my mother grabbed a strong flashlight to light the way, so that my dad could see what the thing was and if he needed to shoot it for our safety. When they began to shine the light at the tree, something in the branches let loose with an unearthly shriek unlike either of them had ever heard. The noises that had awakened me the night before had been my parents fleeing back into the house to escape the still unseen beast. We all slept nervously for a couple of weeks after that, but it seemed that we'd never hear from the thing again. And then my mother went to visit her cousin a few miles away. It was after dark when she went to leave his place, and she had just made it back to her car to leave. She had turned back to the house to wave goodbye to her cousin who was still standing on his porch, when that same shriek tore out in the night. Coming from somewhere in the few feet of darkness between my mother and her cousin. My mother said she nearly tore the door off of her car getting in, and she practically flew back home badly shaken at how close the sound had been. Thankfully though that really was the last time anyone ever heard from that particular strangeness. Although we still have no clues what the thing had been.
The final story is probably the strangest, but I remember it vividly. It starts with me having a strange dream as a child. In this dream I was walking around the back porch of my house, and I could only see a few feet around me. Beyond that radius everything was cast in deep shadows and only vague outlines of things I knew were supposed to be there. I understandably got scared, and began calling for my mother as I was compelled to walk around the house to its front for some reason. I seemed to be having trouble walking, but soon I heard my mother calling for me. Unfortunately I also heard the sounds of a pack of coyotes drawing nearer. As I tried to get to my mother she walked right past me without seeming to know I was there. She was still calling for me as I saw a large pack of huge coyotes begin to swarm around and between us, yet my mother didn't seem to notice those either. However as their cries began to grow almost deafening, drowning out my own calls for my mother, she finally seemed to notice the coyotes and fled in terror back to the house. Leaving me behind without ever seeing or hearing me. As she fled was when the coyotes finally pounced on me causing me to fall and be buried underneath the snapping pack. It was at that point I finally woke up, and as I was laying there I happened to hear my mother come into the room and check on me. She didn't notice I was awake, so she just walked back out quietly. I was too shaken to think too much about it, and I finally fell asleep again. When I finally woke up the next morning, my mother asked me how I slept as we were eating breakfast. I mentioned that I had a strange nightmare that woke me up, but it wasn't too bad. She laughed a little bit and she joked that she thought she was going to get eaten up the night before. I looked at her funny and asked her what she meant. She told me that she could have sworn she heard me calling her from outside, and she had rushed out there to see why I was stumbling around outside that late. She said she walked around calling for me but didn't get an answer. Then she told me that what spooked her back into the house was the sound of a large pack of coyotes that sounded very close. As she had been talking I had been getting more and more unnerved, and I was sitting there frozen. When she finally noticed my state she asked what was wrong so I told here about my dream. We were both stumped and more than a little unnerved about such a strange event. Though thankfully that was the first and only dream like that I've ever had.

[Chaotic Ink]

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*whistles*
I almost wish I'd have strange encounters just to have some stories of my own. I hunt has well but never had anything weird happen.