@trinitybernhardt9944
My mom was with my uncle when he died. He was blind and bedridden from AIDS back in the early 90s. So she was sleeping in bed next to him to help him if needed. This was their conversation. Uncle: P, I have to go. Mom: Ok, just a second. (Thinking he had to use the restroom) Uncle: No, P, I have to go. Mom: (waking up and beginning to understand) It's ok, M. Uncle: (reaches out for someone and passes) My mom unexpectedly passed 10 months ago and I hope he came to get her. They were so close. The thought of their joyful reunion is one of my few comforts.
@SunshineDaisy228
When I was pregnant, I felt the most fear. I met and encountered so many different types of people when I was pregnant - there were such kind people but I probably encountered more scary and threatening people. My intuition was on full blast towards the last months of my pregnancy because I felt it. It’s hard to explain.
@ccaw0922
I met a deepwoods person in 2003. Me and a friend were doing a 75 mile survival hike in the Smoky Mountains area and accidentally burned our map. We had a good idea of the area as it was the final night of the hike, or was supposed to be. We had done dozens of these hikes and were very proficient in backpacking but ended up veering off course. We were sitting by our campfire at night and I almost leapt out of my skin when we heard a deep voice ask us "what are you boys doing here?" When he walked into the light of the campfire he was a massive guy with a huge beard wearing a huge pelt on his shoulders and handmade clothing underneath. He ended up being incredibly kind and gave us a map and told us we'd gone off course by almost 30 miles. He fed us what he said was bear meat stew and sent us on our way and was completely understanding when we said we didnt feel comfortable with going back to his camp when he offered. We were just on what he said was his property so he was making sure we weren't causing trouble. If he was a murderer or cannibal he was a super nice one! The only thing scarier than bears and wolves when you're in the middle of nowhere is a human voice you didn't expect to hear.
@brookes9648
I’m a wildlife biologist and spend half of the year alone and deep in the wilderness for my research. There are countless times I’ve been scared for my life and almost all of them involve encountering people, despite working in bear and mountain lion country. One year my project included managing an array of camera traps, which photographed anything moving in front of it. One of them captured the creepiest picture in the middle of the night. It looked like an extremely skinny leg of a naked man, just in front of the camera. My team was the only one in this section of forest though, or the only people supposed to be there, since it was extremely isolated and nearly impossible to get to. I chalked up the pic to being the leg of a deer, but we all still talk about that photo even now, years later, because it gave everyone such an “off” feeling.
@SirGleen18
Not even half way through this podcast and already NEED more of these types of episodes!!
@tierrawest9991
The first story sent chills down my spine because a lot of times creeps with property will do things like this and then put up game cameras used for hunting, like literal human hunters! Just gives me the creeps, I can’t imagine being stalked in such a subtle way
@CarolineWessonFLGirl
I live in a little town called starke fl and theres a gentleman who is a paraplegic in a wheel chair who works at his familys coffee franchise, and that is exactly what happened to him. He was riding a ATV better known as a four wheeler through public woods, and someone took a wire and tied it across 2 pine trees and you know the rest. When he hit it, he ended up breaking his back. It was awful and he was so young too, hes actually a very nice gentleman. He's also come a long way in his recovery. He now drives himself and serves as a host at his familys coffee place (its also my favorite coffee place lol)
@RedSpade37
Please do dozens of these. You two have great synergy.
@loridorii
I used to work in a daycare that was part of a hospital. One day, this kid with bug eyes and coke bottle glasses looked me dead in the eye and said "A man just died." My coworkers were convinced the kid ate his soul 😂
@supernova2233
*shivers*.....The "human traps" is probably the most disturbing stories in this video 😬
@MarcT0296
I think the real stories are scarier for me personally because you have to take different measures to protect yourself from real people versus something paranormal. And the fact that those kids literally thought it was a ghost when it was someone convicted of murder is really frightening
@haleyd3425
OMG THE COLLAB THE INTERNET NEEDED 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@coastiewoody
I've grown up on a native reservation my entire life. We are nestled into a valley along the Oregon Coast. With that said, I appreciate you pronouncing Appalachia the correct way. There are a lot of things mispronounced when it comes to Oregon (including the state name, lol), so I can totally understand why anyone who grew up in Appalachia would be frustrated with the constant mispronunciation. Also, regarding the wire story... there are a few people around the rez that have done that. I knew of someone who was internally decapitated from it. They survived, but they're a paraplegic. I've yet to come across any feral people, as we go into the woods often here. We also live in the woods, lol. I know there's a bunch along Appalachia, though! I will say, I have come across things not of our normal world. We grow up with the stories here on the rez, but you think they're just scary stories to keep us kids in line. However, I did encounter the stick people. The stick people are basically like stick bugs. They're small, twig like people. If you're alone in the woods and left no offering, they will follow you. You hear snapping twigs and whatnot. The worst part is, they will attack you. They come all together to make a large being, but first, they go after your ankles and trip you up. Then, they become a large twig being and drag you into their "home." I heard them following me and saw twigs moving that shouldn't have been. I straight RAN as fast as I could back to the tribal center. I never enter the woods without leaving an offering now. Sometimes it's food. Sometimes is tobacco. It doesn't matter, I just leave an offering. This land has been here longer than us humans. Other things (beings) have been here longer than us, too. Sasquatch is actually a Salish word (a language of our coast salish tribes which I'm a part of). Sasquatch just means big, hairy man. It is known that he only shows up to give you a warning. It's to warn you that youre on the wrong path (physically, literally, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, figuratively, etc). Sasquatch has been here longer than us, but he doesn't live here. He can walk both our world and his (think different dimensions). We've seen a long of things here. Things that can't be explained or compared to urban legends and whatnot. Anyway, I'm getting sleepy! 😅
@Phoenix_rae7
My landlord at my first apartment, his son was decapitated by a barbed wire fence, riding a four wheeler in a field. I live in the Midwest and it’s super common for farmers to have fences up and people get hurt or killed because they go where they don’t belong. They don’t get permission from the farmers many times. It’s crazy.
@thiagouuuuuuu
I’m from South America, and in my country (and I’m sure in most, if not all, other Latin countries, since Latin cultures are very family-oriented), sending elderly family members to nursing homes is actually quite frowned upon. It’s both for cultural reasons and also because good facilities are really expensive — which I’m sure is true in a lot of places, but that’s a bit of a tangent. My grandmother, who passed away last year, was a very tough and resilient woman, emotionally and physically. Because of what I just mentioned, she stayed at home with us through her final days. She was only hospitalized once she actually got sick and needed medical attention. Before that, we took care of her ourselves, like you would with any elderly relative. She was actually quite healthy, she just had motor difficulties, but no major illnesses. We expected her to come back home once she recovered, but she ended up needing 24-hour medical care and monitoring, with nurses and all that — which we simply couldn’t afford. So she stayed in the hospital through her final days. While she was still at home, I would often hear her talking to herself in her room. Her room was right next to the kitchen, and the walls were much thinner than the rest of the house. I’ve always been a night owl, so I’d often go to the kitchen late at night to get a glass of water, a snack, or to go to the bathroom (which you had to pass through the kitchen to reach). At first, it sounded like she was just sleep talking, so I didn’t really think anything of it. But then I started hearing her from my own room, and I’d walk over to the kitchen to check if she was still talking. After a few nights of that, I went into her room just to see if she was awake, and she was. I asked if she wanted some water, brought it to her, and that was it. But that night confirmed she wasn’t sleep talking. From then on, I started going to the kitchen at night and casually eavesdropping while grabbing something to eat, that’s when I noticed she was having full, lengthy conversations. I’d heard stories about hospice patients talking to loved ones who had passed, and that’s when I realized that was what was happening. Strangely enough, listening in became a source of comfort for me, it actually helped me a lot with my grief. When I pieced the stories I’d heard and what was happening together, I realized she was dying, and I slowly started preparing myself. I actually had a lot of time with her between when this started happening and when she eventually got sick. Like I said, she was very strong and wasn’t sickly at all. Listening to her conversations during that time became a huge comfort. I learned so much about her. It wasn’t creepy at all, before any of this she always talked about her late husband and sisters. It didn’t take long for me to realize most nights she was talking to my grandpa, and on others, to her sister. I got to witness this completely different side of her. She spoke to them in a tone I had never heard from her before, she sounded so at peace, even youthful. The way she talked to them was as if they had never left, like they were truly right there with her. Actually, scratch that, because I do believe they were there with her. There was a lot I couldn’t understand, though, since she spoke in Guaraní with them, which is my country’s second official language, alongside Spanish. (Fun fact: we’re the only country with two official languages!) Toward the end, just before she got sick, there were moments when she wouldn’t recognize me right away when I walked into her room to talk to her. Just to be clear: she never had any memory or cognitive issues, ever. And once I told her who I was, she’d immediately “snap back”. But during those brief moments, it really felt like she was seeing a lot of people. She’d look at me calmly, ask me gentle questions, and talk to me like I was a kind stranger she had just met. It didn’t feel like confusion, it felt like she was in between worlds, meeting all the people she was seeing. The way she asked who I was was always warm and sweet, almost as if she knew she was speaking to spirits, and thought I was one, and she’d talk to me the same way she’d greet one of them.
@caitlinmurphy2598
My husband grew up in the Appalachian mountains not far from Loretta Lynn’s birthplace and his family all lived in a cluster of trailers in the mountains, his granny wouldn’t let him walk from his aunts trailer to hers at night without her standing out there watching because she was worried feral woods people might come out and snatch him. He also had a long lost family member who went to live in the woods and never came back to society, he would come out to visit every year or so but just gave up on normal life and went off in the woods.
@ameghannd5927
I had surgery last October, when I woke up in recovery there was 4 little kids at my bed side clapping and jumping. I closed my eyes and reopened them. They were gone.
@BabyRach
The Descent is a classic! I love that movie really does scare me no matter how many times I watch it!
@katiebellingham3067
I work in a hospital and the quickest route to my office is by the morgue door! It can be quite a busy corridor throughout the day, but on a morning and evening when I walk past I always say hello to any spirits that might be lingering. Having said that, My best friend works as a mortuary assistant in a different hospital, she is very intuitive when it comes to anything spirit but has said she never feels anything in there.
@ambersuek8137