Unsolved Mysteries... what are the creepiest unsolved cases you've heard of

[Neuromancer]

Breh I'm 4 pages deep in this and im ouchea sweating Staircase to another dimension? Goatmen? coughing / howling woods? Breh.





shyt interesting as fukk tho

That faceless man shyt had me shook.

 

[Ironman]

From the Amityville house

 

[Neuromancer]

Y'all nikkas need to read this shyt.

I'm a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Final Update)

 

[SheriffOG]

Chilling Final Photos of Murder Victims Taken by Their Killers

just gonna leave this here

i'm thru for 2day

Breh, i think this is my limit, the fear in those eyes i ain't about that life. Knowing that those pics are those people's final moments has messed me up, can't even enjoy my lunch There are some fukked up people on this spinning rock brehs

 

[Neuromancer]

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This will be my final update for now.

Things have deteriorated here to a degree that I didn't foresee. I didn't know how much writing about the things that are happening out here would affect every single part of my life, and maybe that was stupid of me. Maybe I should have considered it more seriously, but honestly I just thought I was writing about things that a few people would want to hear. I didn't think it would get this much attention.

People ask me about the stairs now. It doesn't happen every day, but when it does happen I never really know what to say. My bosses know someone is talking about them, and I'm sure that if they know, the higher-ups know. And I can tell you that they aren't happy about it. I've been formally told that I am not to speak a word about them to anyone anymore, which is part of the reason this has to be my final update. I can't risk my job for this; as much as it's been wonderful to get a lot of these things off my mind, I still do love my work, and I need to be out here. If anything, my being aware of what's really going on is enough reason to stick it out. I may not be able to tell people that they're out there, but if I see them, I can direct traffic away to somewhere safer.

Because of the amount of attention the stories have gotten, I've heard a lot of stories being swapped back and forth. I've heard so many I can't even remember most of them. The ones I do remember are the ones that I wish I could forget.

One story that's made the rounds here was about a young woman who disappeared upstate. Initially, everyone assumed she was a runaway. She didn't come from a great home life, and so it really wasn't any kind of surprise that she'd choose to cut and run. But people started coming forward saying that they'd seen her around the park shortly before she vanished, so some of the Rangers in the area were sent out to make sure she hadn't hung herself or something on any of the back trails. It took them a while, but they did find her. Well, not all of her. Just half of her tongue and a quarter of the lower jaw. Very clean cuts, from what I heard. They've never found the rest of her.

So many stories about children. So many of them going missing and turning up in caves, wedged in between impossibly tight spaces. So many of them found on mountain peaks, or at the bottoms of sheer gullies. Missing shoes, missing socks, or found with both in perfect condition despite them being miles and miles away from where they vanished.

So many stories of black-eyed people, wandering around the woods and calling out in the night, mimicking the sound of running water or a bobcat screaming. One man in particular goes to every news station he thinks will listen to him and tells the same story. He was deer hunting, had camped out in a very remote area, and woke up because something was scraping against his tent. He thought it was a racc00n or a fox until the thing pressed its face against the door of the tent, at which point he could very clearly make out a human nose and mouth. He kicked at it, but it leaped back and was gone by the time he opened the tent flap, gun at his side. He fired two warning shots, and when the sound had faded, he heard a snap behind him. A man was standing at the edge of the campsite. This man was not wearing any clothing, but he also didn't possess any kind of human flesh. As this hunter described it, the man was made of some kind of amalgamation of raw meat and hair. As if someone had scooped up roadkill and molded it into the vague shape of a man. The face was lumpy and only a rough approximation of a human face. The thing opened its lopsided mouth, and from it came the sound of the gun the hunter had fired. It did this twice before mimicking the sound of the tent zipper and fleeing into the night.

 

[Sister Mary Clarence]

Y'all nikkas need to read this shyt.

I'm a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Final Update)

This series is great. There's some good stories in that nosleep group.

This isn't an unsolved mystery, but that ranger story somehow reminded me of this old post from Something Awful. One of their members was a frequent mental hospital patient and he writes an amazing account of it. I've come back to it several times over the years:

Tales from the Mental Hospital

 

[str8up]

Pretty much everything on Nosleep is fake, it's a rule on there that they have to act like it's a real story to make it all seem creepier

Here is something that's not too creepy I guess but a pretty cool mystery, it's a local thing around here I've always heard talked about

Devil's Backbone (rock formation) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Indiana Legend Says Welsh Settlers Arrived in the 12th Century

Madoc - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

CHARLESTOWN, Ind. — On a rugged bluff overlooking the Ohio River, known locally as "Devil's Backbone," centuries of overgrowth obscures a secret of history.

Legend has it that this was the site of a large stone fort and a settlement of Welshmen who sailed to America three centuries before the time of Christopher Columbus.

In 1799, early settlers found six skeletons clad in breastplates bearing a Welsh coat of arms. Indian legends told of "yellow-haired giants" who settled in Kentucky, southern Indiana, southern Ohio and Tennessee--a region they called "the Dark and Forbidden Land."

Archeologists debunk the legend. They say that evidence indicates that the natives of the region once conducted a vigorous trading network nearby and buried their dead on the bluff.

......

"The older folks told children not to scale its walls, that the devil had put a curse on the place," Margaret Sweeney wrote in her 1967 book, "Fact, Fiction and Folklore of Southern Indiana."

"In spite of the warning, many youngsters invaded the stronghold and came away with broken bones, bruises, cuts or even completely bewitched for investigating 'Old Scratch's quarters.' "

......

Local legend says the walls were built by followers of Prince Madoc of Wales, who led an expedition in the late 12th Century and was never seen again. Tradition says they landed in America and settled briefly in Tennessee, then moved to Kentucky and southern Indiana.


"In my opinion, you couldn't find a better legend than this," said Dana Olson of Jeffersonville, an amateur historian and author of "Prince Madoc: Founder of Clark County, Indiana."

"You've got princes and kings, and gold and silver, and wars. It would make a great movie."

Olson's book says that Madoc was a son of King Owain Gwynedd and was one of his best naval commanders. Madoc's skills and curiosity took him to France and Spain and to Venice and other Mediterranean ports--and on at least two trips to the Americas between 1165 and 1169.

When Gwynedd died in 1169, his sons got into a feud over the throne. A disgusted Madoc, looking for more tranquil surroundings, sailed from Lundy Island south of Wales with three of his brothers and 10 ships.

They are named among the missing in Britain's ancient maritime logs.

Legend says they landed in Mobile Bay in 1170 and traveled up the Alabama River to where it meets the Coosa River, near present-day Alabama's borders with Georgia and Tennessee.

According to Cherokee tradition, they settled there and intermarried with the Indians, and built five stone forts near what is now Chattanooga. Treasure hunters have found Roman coins, European oil lamps and goblets among the ruins, Olson says.

 

[Neuromancer]

This series is great. There's some good stories in that nosleep group.

This isn't an unsolved mystery, but that ranger story somehow reminded me of this old post from Something Awful. One of their members was a frequent mental hospital patient and he writes an amazing account of it. I've come back to it several times over the years:

Tales from the Mental Hospital

Anyone supernatural shyt?

 

[Shadow]

True life is stranger than fiction brehs. This type of stuff always interested me. Horror/Mystery has always been my favorite genre of fiction but real life by itself is horrifying.

So many unexplained occurrences. So many mysterious events. It's all so fascinating.

 

[Shadow]

On 11 September 2014, William Tyrrell, his parents and his four-year-old sister traveled four hours from Sydney to visit his grandmother in Kendall. His grandmother's house on Benaroon Drive is directly across the bushland road from the Kendall State Forest, about 35 kilometers (22 mi) south of Port Macquarie.[6] Between 10 and 10:25 am on 12 September, Tyrrell and his sister were playing hide-and-seek in the front and back yard, while his mother and grandmother were sitting outside watching them. His mother went inside to make a cup of tea; she became worried after she had not heard him for five minutes and began searching the yard and house. Shortly after, Tyrrell's father returned after going to Lakewood on business and began searching the street and door-knocking neighbours. At 10:56, his mother called 000 to report him missing and the police arrived at 11:06.[7] His mother's last memory was that William was imitating a tiger voice "raaaarrrr" while running towards the side of home and then it was silence and he disappeared.

Disappearance of William Tyrrell - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

On Halloween night in 1979, the body of a young woman was discovered in a concrete culvert near Interstate 35, just outside of Georgetown, Texas. She had appeared to be in her twenties and had been sexually assaulted. She was eventually strangled to death. When found, the victim was nude, except for the pair of orange socks she had on her feet. Since she was essentially a “Jane Doe,” or unidentified woman, “Orange Socks” became her nickname. A man by the name of Henry Lee Lucas had confessed to her murder, even admitting he had intercourse with the corpse. However, he did not know her identity, only claiming he picked her up as a hitchhiker. Lucas was sentenced to death in 1984, but quickly recanted his confession to have his sentence changed. For you see, Lucas had this bad habit of confessing to murders he never committed. Further investigation into the case found that Lucas was likely working in Florida on the day of the woman’s murder. To this day, the case remains unsolved.

The 7 Creepiest Unsolved Murders

 

[Black_Panther_JS]

I read somewhere that the unfamiliar people you see in ur dreams are actually dead and their spirit is standing over u watching u as you sleep

staaaaahp, you're scaring me

 

[SheriffOG]

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This will be my final update for now.

Things have deteriorated here to a degree that I didn't foresee. I didn't know how much writing about the things that are happening out here would affect every single part of my life, and maybe that was stupid of me. Maybe I should have considered it more seriously, but honestly I just thought I was writing about things that a few people would want to hear. I didn't think it would get this much attention.

People ask me about the stairs now. It doesn't happen every day, but when it does happen I never really know what to say. My bosses know someone is talking about them, and I'm sure that if they know, the higher-ups know. And I can tell you that they aren't happy about it. I've been formally told that I am not to speak a word about them to anyone anymore, which is part of the reason this has to be my final update. I can't risk my job for this; as much as it's been wonderful to get a lot of these things off my mind, I still do love my work, and I need to be out here. If anything, my being aware of what's really going on is enough reason to stick it out. I may not be able to tell people that they're out there, but if I see them, I can direct traffic away to somewhere safer.

Because of the amount of attention the stories have gotten, I've heard a lot of stories being swapped back and forth. I've heard so many I can't even remember most of them. The ones I do remember are the ones that I wish I could forget.

One story that's made the rounds here was about a young woman who disappeared upstate. Initially, everyone assumed she was a runaway. She didn't come from a great home life, and so it really wasn't any kind of surprise that she'd choose to cut and run. But people started coming forward saying that they'd seen her around the park shortly before she vanished, so some of the Rangers in the area were sent out to make sure she hadn't hung herself or something on any of the back trails. It took them a while, but they did find her. Well, not all of her. Just half of her tongue and a quarter of the lower jaw. Very clean cuts, from what I heard. They've never found the rest of her.

So many stories about children. So many of them going missing and turning up in caves, wedged in between impossibly tight spaces. So many of them found on mountain peaks, or at the bottoms of sheer gullies. Missing shoes, missing socks, or found with both in perfect condition despite them being miles and miles away from where they vanished.

So many stories of black-eyed people, wandering around the woods and calling out in the night, mimicking the sound of running water or a bobcat screaming. One man in particular goes to every news station he thinks will listen to him and tells the same story. He was deer hunting, had camped out in a very remote area, and woke up because something was scraping against his tent. He thought it was a racc00n or a fox until the thing pressed its face against the door of the tent, at which point he could very clearly make out a human nose and mouth. He kicked at it, but it leaped back and was gone by the time he opened the tent flap, gun at his side. He fired two warning shots, and when the sound had faded, he heard a snap behind him. A man was standing at the edge of the campsite. This man was not wearing any clothing, but he also didn't possess any kind of human flesh. As this hunter described it, the man was made of some kind of amalgamation of raw meat and hair. As if someone had scooped up roadkill and molded it into the vague shape of a man. The face was lumpy and only a rough approximation of a human face. The thing opened its lopsided mouth, and from it came the sound of the gun the hunter had fired. It did this twice before mimicking the sound of the tent zipper and fleeing into the night.

Rep pending once it returns breh, if you haven't already read ALL of the comments on these posts as some people are posting stories and personal accounts that contain just as much fukkery in them 5 * Thread BTW OP

 

[DlAMONDZ]

I knew entering this thread was a mistake

Now I don't wanna get up and take a piss

 

[thaKEAF]

Yea to add to this fascinating, yet creepy story:

 

[Neuromancer]

Rep pending once it returns breh, if you haven't already read ALL of the comments on these posts as some people are posting stories and personal accounts that contain just as much fukkery in them 5 * Thread BTW OP

Yeah I saw that too nikkas missing time and shyt.