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Speaker 3: Something killed your dog?
Speaker 1: My dog?
Speaker 3: We're flying through the or over the tree. I don't
Speaker 3: know how it did it? Okay, damn it. I'm really confused.
Speaker 3: All I saw was my dog coming over the fence
Speaker 3: and they was dead.
Speaker 1: And once you hit the grill, I didn't see any cars.
Speaker 3: All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. One.
Speaker 3: What are you reportting? We got some wonder or something
Speaker 3: crawling around out here?
Speaker 2: Did you see what it was?
Speaker 1: Was?
Speaker 3: It was seeing enough. I'm out here looking through the
Speaker 3: window now and I.
Speaker 1: Don't see anything. I don't want to go, Hello, hit
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Speaker 1: Before we get into this story, I want to make
Speaker 1: a few things clear. What you're about to hear comes
Speaker 1: from someone who calls himself Marcus. He claims to be
Speaker 1: part of a highly secretive military unit, one that doesn't
Speaker 1: officially exist. According to him, this unit handles cases that
Speaker 1: no other agency will touch. We're talking about cryptids, UFOs,
Speaker 1: and other unexplained phenomena, things that most people would consider
Speaker 1: pure fiction or conspiracy theories. Some of what they describe
Speaker 1: is unbelievable. Some of it sounds like it could be
Speaker 1: ripped straight from a horror movie. Whether you believe any
Speaker 1: of it is completely up to you. There's no way
Speaker 1: to independently verify these claims, no names, no dates, no
Speaker 1: way to check the unit's existence. This kind of thing
Speaker 1: lives in the shadows, way off the books. You can
Speaker 1: decide for yourself what's real and what's not. But here's
Speaker 1: your warning. This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, death,
Speaker 1: and disturbing events. It includes scenes of brutality that are
Speaker 1: not suitable for all listeners. If you're sensitive to that
Speaker 1: kind of content, or if you've got kids around, now's
Speaker 1: the time to hit pause or skip to something else.
Speaker 1: Listener discretion is strongly advised. What follows is his account,
Speaker 1: in his own words, a first hand story from someone
Speaker 1: who says they've seen the worst of what's hiding in
Speaker 1: the dark and live to talk about it. I've been
Speaker 1: listening to your podcast for years, and honestly, you seem
Speaker 1: like one of the few people who might actually take
Speaker 1: this seriously. I can't tell you my name or which
Speaker 1: unit I'm part of. This stuff is way above top secret.
Speaker 1: You once asked your listeners to send in their real
Speaker 1: stories about weird stuff well, here's mine. I work for
Speaker 1: a military unit that officially doesn't exist. We handle the
Speaker 1: stuff too weird, too dangerous, or too embarrassing for normal
Speaker 1: military or police to deal with. There's maybe a dozen
Speaker 1: units like ours across the country. We get called in
Speaker 1: when park rangers find tracks they can't explain, or when
Speaker 1: local cops run into something they know they're not equipped for.
Speaker 1: We're the cleanup crew for things the government doesn't want
Speaker 1: getting out. Look most cryptid and UFO stories, yeah, they're
Speaker 1: fake about ninety percent, or hoaxes or people misidentifying animals
Speaker 1: or aircraft. But the other ten percent, that's where we
Speaker 1: come in. I've been doing this for eight years. I've
Speaker 1: seen things that make you question everything. Creatures that science
Speaker 1: says can't exist, tech that's decades ahead of what we've got,
Speaker 1: and people who've turned into something else Entirely, officially, we're
Speaker 1: just cleaning up weird wildlife situations or prankster hoaxes. But
Speaker 1: we've got the body counts, the photos and the evidence
Speaker 1: to prove there's a whole other world out there that
Speaker 1: regularly folks never see. Let me start with the sasquatch cases,
Speaker 1: because those are probably the easiest to wrap your head around.
Speaker 1: Most bigfoot sightings are garbage. It's always a bear or
Speaker 1: some guy in a costume. But there are real ones
Speaker 1: out there, and they are nothing like what the fans imagine.
Speaker 1: They're not some peaceful forest giants. These things are predators.
Speaker 1: My first real encounter happened three years ago in Olympic
Speaker 1: National Forest in Washington. A family of four had gone
Speaker 1: missing while camping, mom, dad, and two kids. We found
Speaker 1: their campsite and it was a mess. Huge footprints in
Speaker 1: the mud too big and deep to be human. Tent
Speaker 1: torn to ribbons, picnic table flipped and thrown like a toy,
Speaker 1: the camp chairs twisted like pretzels. You'd need a car
Speaker 1: compactor to do that kind of damage. It wasn't about
Speaker 1: stealing or survival. It was a display, a message. There
Speaker 1: was blood everywhere, a thirty yard radius of violence to
Speaker 1: assume everyone had been seriously hurt or killed, but no bodies.
Speaker 1: Search and Rescue spent a week combing the forest and
Speaker 1: found nothing, not one shred of the people. They did
Speaker 1: find blood splattered on trees twelve feet up. That means
Speaker 1: whatever did this could reach far higher than any known animal.
Speaker 1: There were drag marks, something big, pulling heavy loads over
Speaker 1: terrain that would wear out most hikers. That's when we
Speaker 1: got called in. The footprints were eighteen inches long. Creature
Speaker 1: weighed over six hundred pounds and moved like something that
Speaker 1: wasn't human or animal. But the worst part was how
Speaker 1: it acted. This wasn't random or animal like. It was calculated.
Speaker 1: It took the food, including canned goods, stuff you'd need
Speaker 1: tools for. It left expensive gear like tents and flashlights,
Speaker 1: untouched phones, radios, GPS units, all smashed beyond repair. It
Speaker 1: knew what to destroy and what wasn't important. We followed
Speaker 1: its trail for two days through thick forest, and it
Speaker 1: wasn't stumbling around. It was taking game trails and creek
Speaker 1: beds to stay hidden. We'd find little stops, places it
Speaker 1: had rested and eaten. By day three we were close
Speaker 1: fresh tracks in the mud, snapped branches, bent trees. Then
Speaker 1: we found the family. I won't go into detail, but
Speaker 1: it was clear they'd been kept alive and tortured, bitten,
Speaker 1: crushed bones, snapped like twigs. One of the kids tried
Speaker 1: to fight back. The parents were probably killed first so
Speaker 1: it could control the others. It wasn't about food. It
Speaker 1: was control strategy. It picked them off, one by one
Speaker 1: in the order that made the most sense to keep
Speaker 1: the others from resisting. We camped nearby, figuring it would
Speaker 1: come back.
Speaker 3: It did.
Speaker 1: On night three, we saw it. Nine feet tall, dark
Speaker 1: brown hair, built like a tank, huge hands, arms swinging low.
Speaker 1: Not a clumsy beast. It moved like it was trained, quiet, careful,
Speaker 1: using cover, sniffing the air like it had a radar
Speaker 1: build into its skull. It moved from tree to tree,
Speaker 1: staying hidden, listening for sounds, watching for movement. Its eyes
Speaker 1: glowed in the dark like a predator. It knew we
Speaker 1: were nearby, It knew someone had been in its space.
Speaker 1: Then it started making these low, rumbling sounds, calls that
Speaker 1: echoed for miles, and then from all around us we
Speaker 1: heard other calls, three maybe more. They weren't just noises,
Speaker 1: they were communicating. The replies came from perfect angles, like
Speaker 1: they were trying to surround us. This wasn't one monster,
Speaker 1: It was a group, a family hunting together. Within an hour,
Speaker 1: two more showed up. One was a bit smaller, probably female.
Speaker 1: The other was a younger one, still huge. They coordinated
Speaker 1: their movement flanked us signaled each other, not just grunts,
Speaker 1: hand signals too, gestures, real communication. When they picked up
Speaker 1: our scent, they fanned out and started sweeping the area.
Speaker 1: One would search, the others would cover. They rotated like
Speaker 1: a trained unit. They tracked us like pros. We tried
Speaker 1: masking our trail, but they found us anyway, sniffed out
Speaker 1: where we'd stepped, examined twigs and rocks we'd disturbed. It
Speaker 1: was like watching a Special Forces team run a searchhop.
Speaker 1: And then came the real scare. They didn't just follow us,
Speaker 1: they predicted where we'd go. They used the terrain to
Speaker 1: trap us. We realized too late that we were boxed
Speaker 1: in the next morning, when we tried to leave, it
Speaker 1: was already too late. The big one cut us off, howled,
Speaker 1: and the others closed in. We were outflanked, surrounded. I
Speaker 1: fought actual enemies in other countries, but nothing prepared me
Speaker 1: for this. These things were fast, quiet, and strong enough
Speaker 1: to rip a tree in half. The big one, the
Speaker 1: outl was the scariest, nine feet tall, huge reach, but
Speaker 1: the others were just as dangerous. The female darted through
Speaker 1: underbrush and logs like a panther. The kid was learning fast,
Speaker 1: mimicking them, getting bolder. They threw rocks hard enough to
Speaker 1: crack trees. They didn't just charge, They used tactics. One
Speaker 1: would distract us while the others moved. If we focused
Speaker 1: on one, the others came from the side. They were smart, adaptable.
Speaker 1: Each move they made was calculated. When one move didn't work,
Speaker 1: they changed it up fast. At one point, the alpha
Speaker 1: nearly got me. Came through a creek bed I didn't
Speaker 1: even realize was there. I saw it too late. If
Speaker 1: my teammate hadn't put three bullets in its chest, I'd
Speaker 1: be dead, even dying. They kept fighting. It took everything
Speaker 1: we had to stop them. These weren't animals. They were
Speaker 1: something else, something smart and built for combat. Their bodies
Speaker 1: were taken to a blight. I never saw the autopsy report,
Speaker 1: official story. Bear attack family was never found. Area closed
Speaker 1: to campers, everything else scrubbed. Six months later, we had
Speaker 1: a new case in northern California, a rogue sasquatch, this
Speaker 1: time alone, acting off. It had killed two people, not
Speaker 1: for food. It was pushing boundaries, testing us. Livestock were
Speaker 1: being tortured, horses ripped apart, sheep hung from trees. It
Speaker 1: wasn't eating them, it was sending a message. Local law
Speaker 1: blamed cougars or wild dogs, but no way. The wounds
Speaker 1: were surgical, deep bones cracked like twigs, teeth like industrial tools. Man.
Speaker 1: The scariest part wasn't even the creature itself. It was
Speaker 1: how smart it was, like it knew how to avoid
Speaker 1: being seen, and it only attacked when the weather would
Speaker 1: hide its scent and muffle any noise. It picked spots
Speaker 1: where no one could help, but made sure someone would
Speaker 1: find the mess soon after. Wildlife officials set up cameras,
Speaker 1: and yeah, they caught something walking on two legs, but
Speaker 1: it was always too blurry to say for sure. It
Speaker 1: was like the thing knew where the cameras were and
Speaker 1: would either sneak past them or just straight up break them.
Speaker 1: And not like an animal smashing stuff randomly. It was surgical.
Speaker 1: If the cameras were in trees, it'd climb up and
Speaker 1: pull them apart. If they were hidden in fake rocks
Speaker 1: or logs, it found them like it had a built
Speaker 1: in detector, like it could sense the electronics. Somehow, this
Speaker 1: thing understood our tech and was working against it. That
Speaker 1: part creeped us out. We spent two weeks chasing it
Speaker 1: through the coastal mountains, and the terrain was brutal, probably
Speaker 1: some of the toughest landscape in North America. Unlike the
Speaker 1: group we saw up in Washington, this one acted totally different,
Speaker 1: mentally unstable, way more dangerous, totally unpredictable. Moved the way
Speaker 1: animals normally do, no real logic. Instead of following paths
Speaker 1: near water or food sources, it just went wherever. Sometimes
Speaker 1: it would double back for miles. Sometimes it would scale
Speaker 1: cliffs or cross rivers where it should have been swept away.
Speaker 1: Either it had insane physical strength or it just didn't
Speaker 1: care if it lived or died. The signs pointed to
Speaker 1: it having lived out there for years, maybe even decades.
Speaker 1: The caves showed where like someone had been using them forever.
Speaker 1: Sleeping spots were smoothed out. Food storage was a thing too.
Speaker 1: It had systems, preservation methods that weren't simple hoarding. But
Speaker 1: lately it was spiraling. Kills were being left untouched to rot.
Speaker 1: It wasn't eating. Tree markings turned into this frantic mess,
Speaker 1: claw marks all over in patterns that didn't even seem territorial,
Speaker 1: just chaotic. Some of the worst areas were like rage
Speaker 1: filled war zones, whole clearings with every tree snapped in,
Speaker 1: every rock move. Nothing useful about it, just pure destruction.
Speaker 1: When we finally cornered it in a steep ravine, we
Speaker 1: knew this wasn't going to be like the others. The
Speaker 1: Washington group used tactics. This one. It just screamed and charged,
Speaker 1: no planning, no hesitation, just fury. It ran right at us,
Speaker 1: completely ignoring the bullets tearing through it pure rage and muscle.
Speaker 1: The fight didn't last long, but it was brutal. It
Speaker 1: hit our perimeter and kept coming until it literally bled out.
Speaker 1: It took so much firepower to stop it, and it
Speaker 1: still didn't die fast. It was terrifying. The public story.
Speaker 1: Rabid bear, that's what they went with, but its body
Speaker 1: went to the same lab as the other specimens from Washington.
Speaker 1: Since then, we've responded to at least eight more incidents
Speaker 1: across the Pacific Northwest and the Rockies, and it's becoming
Speaker 1: clear these things are more common than anyone wants to admit.
Speaker 1: They live in small groups with their own territories, hunting strategies,
Speaker 1: and some kind of hierarchy. They communicate in ways We're
Speaker 1: only starting to figure out long distance sounds that seem
Speaker 1: to carry information about danger, food and more. They know
Speaker 1: how to stay hidden. They know humans are bad news.
Speaker 1: They adapt fast. Trail cams they avoid them or destroy them,
Speaker 1: motion sensors they walk around them. They're evolving right under
Speaker 1: our noses. We've tracked at least twenty attacks on humans
Speaker 1: in five years. Each time it takes more people and
Speaker 1: more gear to deal with them. They're learning, getting better,
Speaker 1: and that's just Sasquatch. Believe it or not. That's the
Speaker 1: easy part of the job because they're physical. You can
Speaker 1: see them, fight them, understand their biology. But the UFO stuff,
Speaker 1: that's on a whole other level. I didn't go on
Speaker 1: the Nevada crash recovery, but my buddy Jake did. Said
Speaker 1: it started with a weird phone call at three am.
Speaker 1: No name, no rank, just a voice, some coordinates and
Speaker 1: orders to move and stay tuned for more Sasquatch ott
Speaker 1: to see. We'll be right back. After these messages. The
Speaker 1: team flew out in an unmarked plane, no flight path logged,
Speaker 1: no idea on the bird, totally black. They flew over
Speaker 1: desert so empty it looked like another planet. No towns,
Speaker 1: no roads. The area wasn't even on normal maps. When
Speaker 1: they landed, it wasn't a wreck, no crater, just a
Speaker 1: metal craft sitting there like it had been gently set down,
Speaker 1: thirty feet across, smooth like glass, no engines, no windows,
Speaker 1: just seams you could barely see. Radar had tracked the
Speaker 1: thing coming in from space at high speed, but there
Speaker 1: was no heat damage, no burn marks. It was cold
Speaker 1: to the touch. Material was light, but tougher than titanium.
Speaker 1: Radar didn't bounce off it. It disappeared. They tried to
Speaker 1: cut into it, tools couldn't scratch it. No welds, no bolts.
Speaker 1: It looked like it was made in one solid piece,
Speaker 1: like it had been grown, not built. When they finally
Speaker 1: got inside, the inside was wrong, bigger than the outside
Speaker 1: should allow, like it bent space, Rooms that didn't line up,
Speaker 1: geometry that made people feel sick. It hurt your brain
Speaker 1: to walk through it. The tech inside insane. No screens,
Speaker 1: no buttons, just surfaces that lit up when touched. Energy
Speaker 1: systems that didn't have wires or moving parts, Storage systems
Speaker 1: that could hold more information than one hundred supercomputers. The
Speaker 1: ship didn't work like anything on Earth. Three beings were inside.
Speaker 1: Two were dead. The third was alive. Tall, skinny, bluish
Speaker 1: gray skin that shimmered, long fingers, huge black eyes, no mouth,
Speaker 1: move movement. It didn't speak, but it knew what was happening.
Speaker 1: It looked at them like they were the weird ones.
Speaker 1: They kept it alive for six hours. During that time,
Speaker 1: it sent out signals, not with gear, with its body,
Speaker 1: like it was a living transmitter, sending signals upward towards space,
Speaker 1: right up until it died. And when it died, its
Speaker 1: body just melted, not like decay, like it was designed
Speaker 1: to delete itself. They couldn't get samples, no DNA, nothing usable.
Speaker 1: The craziest part was the data they pulled from the ship.
Speaker 1: Records of human abductions going back decades, detailed medical records, scans,
Speaker 1: genetic data. They knew things about us we didn't. Psychological
Speaker 1: evaluations more detailed than anything in human files, and the surgeries.
Speaker 1: Some people were returned, changed genetically, others got implants, tracking
Speaker 1: devices that sent out signals to space. Some had changes
Speaker 1: that would affect their kids. Long term breeding experiments unbelievable,
Speaker 1: But Jake saw it with his own eyes. He's been
Speaker 1: on six more recoveries every time, same thing, ships drop in,
Speaker 1: no warning, same black ops team goes out, same cover stories.
Speaker 1: He's got burns on his hands from alien tech, radiation
Speaker 1: damage that put him in the hospital, scars all over.
Speaker 1: He took pictures secret ones of the ships, the aliens,
Speaker 1: the tech, but they wiped his phone remotely. Luckily he
Speaker 1: saved a few to an offline drive. Still it messed
Speaker 1: him up. He can't sleep, paranoid all the time, thinks
Speaker 1: his electronics watch him. Others on the team same thing, nightmares, anxiety,
Speaker 1: mental breakdowns. Two had to be reassigned. One disappeared. Jake says,
Speaker 1: We're not just dealing with aliens watching us. They're here,
Speaker 1: studying us, living among us. They look human. Almost one
Speaker 1: was fluent in English, knew our culture, passed as a
Speaker 1: regular guy. That's what terrifies him the most. They could
Speaker 1: be anywhere, the worst of it. We haven't even touched
Speaker 1: the hybrid cases yet. The first time Jake told me
Speaker 1: about them, I didn't believe him, thought maybe he was
Speaker 1: cracking under the pressure. But then I saw one that
Speaker 1: changed everything. It happened after a crash in Utah, similar
Speaker 1: to the Nevada one. No ID no markings, nothing on
Speaker 1: radar until it was already in the atmosphere. The object
Speaker 1: went down in a canyon and the recovery team got
Speaker 1: there just before sunrise. When they found the craft, it
Speaker 1: was similar to the others, seamless, triangle shaped, smooth like ceramic,
Speaker 1: still warm. But what was different was who or what
Speaker 1: was inside. Three bodies, two dead, one alive, and almost human.
Speaker 1: I mean, if you passed this guy on the street,
Speaker 1: you just think he had weird bone structure or maybe
Speaker 1: some kind of condition. But when you looked longer, something
Speaker 1: was off, just off enough to give you chills. His
Speaker 1: face was proportion right, eyes, a little too big, skin
Speaker 1: that looked normal at first but shimmered slightly in the light.
Speaker 1: He was wearing clothes human style, even had a fake ID.
Speaker 1: That's when we knew it wasn't just an alien craft.
Speaker 1: We were looking at something designed to blend in, something
Speaker 1: made to pass. Medical scan showed everything inside was nearly human,
Speaker 1: but not quite different. Organs, redundant systems, his DNA ninety
Speaker 1: eight percent human, the other two percent we have no idea.
Speaker 1: He didn't talk, just sat there, watching, calm focused. The
Speaker 1: tech team couldn't get a read on him. Every monitor
Speaker 1: went haywatch emp burst happened in short intervals. Lights flickered,
Speaker 1: machines crashed. We had to move him to a Faraday
Speaker 1: cage just to keep the instruments running. Over the next
Speaker 1: few hours, he didn't resist, didn't ask questions, just studied
Speaker 1: us like a researcher surrounded by lab rats. He was alert,
Speaker 1: not scared, like he knew he was going back home eventually.
Speaker 1: Then he died, no warning, no cause, just dropped like
Speaker 1: a switch had been flipped. Within minutes, his body started
Speaker 1: breaking down like he was built with a failsafe, a
Speaker 1: way to erase himself. But the worst part was what
Speaker 1: we found later surveillance footage from nearby towns, security cams,
Speaker 1: atm feeds, traffic lights. That face showed up in three
Speaker 1: different places over the past year. Same guy, same weird shimmer,
Speaker 1: same expressionless stare. He had been living among us for
Speaker 1: months and it wasn't just him. Since then, and we've
Speaker 1: idd at least six others, different regions, different covers, but
Speaker 1: all of them too perfect, too smooth. People with no
Speaker 1: medical records, no school history, no social security, just dropped
Speaker 1: into the world like they'd always been there. They show up, observe,
Speaker 1: then vanish. Sometimes their apartments are found empty. Sometimes it's
Speaker 1: like they never existed. One guy had a job at
Speaker 1: a shipping company for two years, never took sick days,
Speaker 1: never talked much, always paid in cash. One day, gone,
Speaker 1: vanished into thin air. These aren't just aliens in disguise.
Speaker 1: These are lab grown hybrids with a mission. They study us,
Speaker 1: record us, and from what we can tell, they're not alone.
Speaker 1: Every time one vanishes, strange signals follow directed skyward. The
Speaker 1: theory they're sending intel back home, behavioral logs, medical data,
Speaker 1: maybe even planed. And the dog Man case that was
Speaker 1: just one of many cryptid stories. There are creatures out
Speaker 1: there that don't fit any mold, not sasquatch, not alien,
Speaker 1: just something else. I'm talking about stuff that seems to
Speaker 1: live somewhere between known animals and something way more disturbing,
Speaker 1: like the dog Man thing up in Michigan. One of
Speaker 1: our sister units dealt with that last year. I wasn't
Speaker 1: there for that one, but Tom was. He's one of
Speaker 1: the most seasoned guys we've got, been through the roughest ops,
Speaker 1: and he came back from Michigan visibly shaken. That almost
Speaker 1: never happens. It started when a farmer Bill found his
Speaker 1: prize bull dead, not just dead, ripped apart in ways
Speaker 1: that made no sense. Massive wounds, bone shattered, muscle torn
Speaker 1: like paper. But nothing matched up with bears or mountain
Speaker 1: lions or anything in the books. And this bull was massive,
Speaker 1: over two thousand pounds, mean as hell, could hold its
Speaker 1: own against any anything out there. Whatever did this killed
Speaker 1: it fast and clean. It gets worse. The bull wasn't
Speaker 1: even found where it was killed. Something dragged that two
Speaker 1: thousand pound beast a quarter mile and it wasn't a
Speaker 1: tractor or vehicle. There were teeth marks in the hide
Speaker 1: like it had been dragged by its neck. That strength
Speaker 1: were not equipped to measure. They tried to write it
Speaker 1: off wolves maybe, but wolves haven't been in that part
Speaker 1: of Michigan for fifty years. State wildlife folks admitted quietly
Speaker 1: they had no idea what they were dealing with. That's
Speaker 1: when Tom's unit got called in. Within a week, two
Speaker 1: more livestock attacks happened. This time the farmer had trail
Speaker 1: cams what they caught. That's when people started panicking. The
Speaker 1: thing in the footage looked like it had stepped out
Speaker 1: of a horror movie. Stood on two legs like a
Speaker 1: person covered in dark fur with a wolf like head.
Speaker 1: The ears moved around like radar dishes, tracking sound from
Speaker 1: every direction. It was huge, at least seven feet tall,
Speaker 1: and when it dropped to all fours, it moved faster
Speaker 1: than a truck over rough terrain. But here's the creepiest part.
Speaker 1: It was smart. The footage showed it scoping out the property,
Speaker 1: avoiding cameras, moving through blind spots. It studied the place
Speaker 1: like it was planning a military operation, so Tom and
Speaker 1: his team showed up. They tracked it for three days.
Speaker 1: The trail led to a ridge with a bunch of
Speaker 1: limestone caves Around the entrance. They found claw marks and
Speaker 1: what looked like signs of long term use food caches, bones.
Speaker 1: They found piles of stolen human stuff, gear clothes, journals,
Speaker 1: stuff from missing campers and hikers, arranged like a research station.
Speaker 1: It looked like the creature had been studying people how
Speaker 1: we live, what we use, how we think. And then
Speaker 1: came the fight. When they tried to push deeper into
Speaker 1: the cave, it ambushed them, came out of a side
Speaker 1: tunnel that wasn't even on their map. It attacked with precision,
Speaker 1: using the terrain to its advantage, hitting weak spots in
Speaker 1: their line, vanishing and reappearing like it had the whole
Speaker 1: place mapped in its head. It was fast, strong, and
Speaker 1: terrifyingly smart. It climbed walls, jumped gaps, and even used
Speaker 1: high ground to launch down on them. Claws shredded body armor.
Speaker 1: It bit with the force of a hydraulic press. Every
Speaker 1: time they tried to pin it down, it escaped through
Speaker 1: another hidden tunnel. It knew the cave better than the
Speaker 1: survey team who'd mapped it. Eventually, it got hit bad,
Speaker 1: serious blood loss. It retreated deep underground, and the team
Speaker 1: had to crawl through tight, pitch black tunnels just to
Speaker 1: find the body. Autopsy was above Tom's clearance, but he
Speaker 1: saw enough. It wasn't a dog, and it wasn't a man.
Speaker 1: It had a brain bigger than any canine, hands that
Speaker 1: could grip tools, and bones built for both walking and running,
Speaker 1: eyes adapted to the dark, muscles made for killing worse.
Speaker 1: DNA tests showed it wasn't alone. It was part of
Speaker 1: a species, maybe dozens of them. Out there and the cave.
Speaker 1: There were signs of others. Communication marks, scent spots, signs
Speaker 1: of more. During the fight, they heard distant howls answers
Speaker 1: they weren't alone. The official story feral dog pack caves
Speaker 1: sealed for geological safety. But the truth is these things
Speaker 1: are real, they're organized, and they're getting bolder. Since then,
Speaker 1: we've had similar cases pop up in Minnesota, Wisconsin, even Ontario.
Speaker 1: Same kind of creature, same kind of damage, same intelligence.
Speaker 1: They're not running anymore, they're defending territory, human expansion, climate shifts,
Speaker 1: whatever it is, it's forcing them out. They're pissed, and
Speaker 1: they're adapting to us faster than we're adapting to them.
Speaker 1: Every year, more sport's come in, and every year someone's
Speaker 1: out there making sure it never makes the news. But
Speaker 1: these things, they're out there and they're watching. Then there's
Speaker 1: the worst ones. The feral people started out human, not anymore.
Speaker 1: You know those old horror movies like The Hills have Eyes.
Speaker 1: People getting attacked by these backwoods wild humans who haven't
Speaker 1: seen civilization and generations. That's not just fiction. That stuff
Speaker 1: has roots in reality, and what's out there now is
Speaker 1: even worse. These aren't just survivalists or off the grid loaners.
Speaker 1: We're talking about full on communities of people who have
Speaker 1: completely given up being part of human society. We're talking
Speaker 1: about generations of inbreeding, no medical care, no education, no rules.
Speaker 1: It changes people physically, mentally everything. They've been around longer
Speaker 1: than anyone wants to admit. Cases go back over one
Speaker 1: hundred years. Government knows, they've been keeping tabs and covering
Speaker 1: it up. Aisles on kids found in the woods, who
Speaker 1: couldn't talk, who ran on all fours, who didn't understand
Speaker 1: human behavior. Most of those stories never made the news,
Speaker 1: too weird, too disturbing. But today it's not just one
Speaker 1: or two feral kids. It's full tribes. Some live in
Speaker 1: old mining tunnels, some in deep forests, some in mountains
Speaker 1: where no roads go. They've got their own rules now,
Speaker 1: their own way of life, and it's violent. We got
Speaker 1: called to one in West Virginia. Family went missing while
Speaker 1: camping near New River Gorge. Local cops found their RV
Speaker 1: torn apart. Not just random damage, it was like a
Speaker 1: coordinated attack. They came in from all sides, cut the power,
Speaker 1: took everything useful and left the rest. Blood was everywhere,
Speaker 1: no bodies. Tracks around the site were human, barefoot toes
Speaker 1: spread wide like they'd never worn shoes, and the way
Speaker 1: they moved crouched, not upright like animals, and stay tuned
Speaker 1: for more sasquatch ott to see. We'll be right back.
Speaker 1: After these messages, we tracked them into the forest, took
Speaker 1: two days. Found their camp hidden in a rocky outcropping.
Speaker 1: You wouldn't even know it was there unless you were
Speaker 1: looking hard. They had shelters made of sticks, hides, trash, bones,
Speaker 1: and yeah, human bones too. When we went in, they
Speaker 1: didn't panic. They watched from the trees, from the shadows,
Speaker 1: making animal noises to each other, clicks, grunts. They had
Speaker 1: a system. We counted maybe fifteen of them, men, women, kids,
Speaker 1: all of them filthy, half naked, hair like matted ropes,
Speaker 1: skin covered in sores and scars. Some of them had deformities,
Speaker 1: extra fingers, messed up jaws, eyes that didn't line up,
Speaker 1: stuff you only see with extreme inbreeding. They fought when
Speaker 1: we moved in, not like scared people, like predators, fast, coordinated,
Speaker 1: totally fearless. They had weapons made from bones, scrap metal,
Speaker 1: sharpened sticks. They knew how to fight, how to flank,
Speaker 1: how to set traps. Took out two of our guys
Speaker 1: before we got control. Inside their main cave, we found everything,
Speaker 1: stuff from missing campers, IDs, backpacks, clothes, personal journals, cooking,
Speaker 1: pots made from skulls, weapons with hair wrapped around the grips, bones,
Speaker 1: organized by size, like they had their own system for
Speaker 1: cataloging victims and journals. Not just from outsiders. Some were
Speaker 1: from people who joined them, people who walked away from
Speaker 1: society and never looked back. The writing started out normal,
Speaker 1: then slowly fell apart. Grammar got worse, sentences turned to scribbles,
Speaker 1: and the last entries were just drawings, scenes of hunting, eating,
Speaker 1: wearing pieces of people. One was from a college professor.
Speaker 1: He went out studying Appalachian folklore, decided to stay. The
Speaker 1: last thing he wrote was, they showed me the truth.
Speaker 1: Civilization is the lie. We burned the whole site after
Speaker 1: collecting the evidence. Official story meth lab explosion. Standard excuse
Speaker 1: keeps people from asking too many questions. Since then, we've
Speaker 1: had more of these Kentucky, Tennessee, Oregon, Montana. Each time,
Speaker 1: same pattern, remote group, fully feral, organized, violent, and worst
Speaker 1: of all, they're expanding, recruiting, not just stealing people convincing
Speaker 1: them to join. Sometimes they pose as survival instructors, primitive
Speaker 1: living workshops. They ease people in, then break them down
Speaker 1: bit by bit until they forget what it meant to
Speaker 1: be human. Kids adapt fastest. Within months, they're unrecognizable. This
Speaker 1: isn't just a backwoods problem. It's a growing threat. These
Speaker 1: groups are forming networks, trading, sharing information, coordinating attacks, and
Speaker 1: they know we exist, they know someone's hunting them. We're
Speaker 1: not just cleaning up old folklore anymore. We're fighting a
Speaker 1: real war against something that used to be human and
Speaker 1: chose not to be. And most people have no clue
Speaker 1: it's happening. Every time you hike into the woods. There's
Speaker 1: a chance something's watching. Not an animal, not an alien,
Speaker 1: just someone who decided the rest of us aren't people anymore.
Speaker 1: Someone who thinks you're meat, someone who knows how to
Speaker 1: hunt better than you know how to run. We keep
Speaker 1: that quiet for good reason. The Kentucky case was something else.
Speaker 3: Entirely.
Speaker 1: We found what was basically a whole hidden settlement deep
Speaker 1: in Daniel Boone National Forest. Not just a few people
Speaker 1: living rough. This was a functioning society, thirty maybe forty individuals, generations, kids, elders, adults.
Speaker 1: They had housing structures built from logs and stone solid
Speaker 1: enough to hold in bad weather, water collection systems, smoke holes,
Speaker 1: hunting stations, guard posts. This wasn't just some survival camp.
Speaker 1: This was a permanent base. We got tipped off when
Speaker 1: a hiker named Tommy stumbled on the edge of their territory.
Speaker 1: He was lucky to get out. He reported seeing cages
Speaker 1: people inside, not wild like the rest, normal people, campers, hunters, travelers.
Speaker 1: One of them was even a woman whose face had
Speaker 1: been on missing person posters for weeks. But she wasn't
Speaker 1: tied up or panicking. She was working with them, helping
Speaker 1: prepare food, wearing their clothes, hunched and making clicking sounds
Speaker 1: like the rest. The conversion process they used it was
Speaker 1: brutal psychological warfare, sleep deprivation, forced participation in violence rituals.
Speaker 1: By the time someone joined, they weren't pretending they believed it.
Speaker 1: The change was real. When we moved in, we expected
Speaker 1: disorganized chaos. We got the opposite. They had patrols, lookouts,
Speaker 1: signal systems. Using whistles and animal calls, they spotted us coming.
Speaker 1: The fight that followed was savage. These weren't amateurs. They
Speaker 1: had tactics. They came from multiple angles, used terrain, coordinated.
Speaker 1: They didn't fear death. They just wanted to protect their
Speaker 1: way of life. Or maybe they just hated us, doesn't
Speaker 1: matter either way. It was bloody when it was over.
Speaker 1: We counted forty two bodies men, women, and even teens
Speaker 1: who died defending that hell hole. We spent days clearing
Speaker 1: the tunnels, underground storage chambers full of bones, and worst
Speaker 1: of all, journals. One room had trophies, wallets, IDs, wedding rings.
Speaker 1: We found one journal written by a paramedic who vanish
Speaker 1: in twenty eighteen. He described the early days being captured, starved,
Speaker 1: then fed only when he obeyed commands. He wrote about
Speaker 1: how he stopped thinking of himself as separate from the group,
Speaker 1: how he started to feel pride when they accepted him.
Speaker 1: Final entry said the forest provides, we take what we need.
Speaker 1: The old world was a lie. We incinerated everything, nothing left.
Speaker 1: Story went out as a drug cartel bust in a
Speaker 1: rural area. News barely picked it up. Another meth lab explosion,
Speaker 1: But that wasn't the end. Tennessee, Oregon, Montana, Wisconsin. We
Speaker 1: keep finding more of them, better organized, more aggressive, smarter.
Speaker 1: The Montana group had stolen military equipment, thermal scopes, night vision.
Speaker 1: One of them was a former soldier trained he taught
Speaker 1: them how to fight. They built defensive structures. We needed
Speaker 1: explosives to breach. Megan's group had a whole trade network,
Speaker 1: move between different territories, shared food, shared captives. They had
Speaker 1: waypoints stashed with supplies in trees, caves, hollowed logs, even
Speaker 1: had a way to signal each other using old CBE
Speaker 1: radios modified to avoid standard frequencies. The worst part they're recruiting,
Speaker 1: not just grabbing people from trails. They're approaching people in society,
Speaker 1: disillusioned people, lonely people offering a new life, promising freedom
Speaker 1: from the system. And it works. Some people join willingly,
Speaker 1: others are broken into it. Kids adapt fastest. We've recovered
Speaker 1: children who didn't want to leave, who fought to stay,
Speaker 1: who screamed when we took them away. We're past the
Speaker 1: point of pretending this is just some weird backwoods thing.
Speaker 1: It's a growing movement, a shadow society made up of
Speaker 1: people who have fully rejected what it means to be human.
Speaker 1: They're spreading their learning and their planning fighting animals. We're
Speaker 1: not fighting cults, we're fighting human predators who think the
Speaker 1: rest of us are weak, soft, and ripe for the taking.
Speaker 1: I know this all sounds like science fiction, but I've
Speaker 1: got scars, photos, and memories that prove every word is true.
Speaker 1: There's a hidden war being fought in the wilderness areas
Speaker 1: of America, and most people have no idea it's happening.
Speaker 1: The government will never admit these threats exist because too
Speaker 1: many questions would follow about how they developed and why
Speaker 1: nothing was done sooner. But you wanted to know what
Speaker 1: really goes on out there in the places most people
Speaker 1: never see, and now you have the truth. We fight
Speaker 1: monsters that used to be human, aliens that see us
Speaker 1: as experimental subjects, and creatures that shouldn't exist according to
Speaker 1: mainstream science. We clean up the messes that would cause
Speaker 1: mass panic if they ever made it into the news.
Speaker 1: Every time you go hiking or camping in a national forest,
Speaker 1: you're entering territory where things hunt humans for food, sport,
Speaker 1: or scientific study. Most of the time you'll never encounter
Speaker 1: anything more dangerous than a black bear or rattlesnake. But sometimes,
Speaker 1: if you venture too far off mark trails or stay
Speaker 1: too long in remote areas, you might run into something
Speaker 1: that sees you as prey. That's the reality we deal
Speaker 1: with every day, and that's why I can never give
Speaker 1: anyone a straight answer when people ask what I do
Speaker 1: for a living, because the truth is too dangerous for
Speaker 1: folks to handle and too classified for me to share
Speaker 1: with anyone who doesn't already know. But I figured someone
Speaker 1: like you, who spends time talking about this kind of
Speaker 1: stuff might be able to handle the real story. Just remember,
Speaker 1: if you ever decide to go public with any of this,
Speaker 1: you didn't get it from me. I've got too much
Speaker 1: time left on my contract to risk blowing my cover
Speaker 1: over a podcast story. Stay safe out there, Marcus. All right,
Speaker 1: that's where Marcus's story ends.
Speaker 3: For now.
Speaker 1: I want to step back for a minute and unpack
Speaker 1: what we just heard, because, yeah, it's a lot. If
Speaker 1: you're feeling skeptical, confused, maybe even a little disturbed, you're
Speaker 1: not alone. I've been doing this for years over on
Speaker 1: my other show, Sasquatch Odyssey, and even I have to
Speaker 1: admit this one rattled me. I mean, where do you
Speaker 1: even start. We've got stories of giant, violent Sasquatches tearing
Speaker 1: apart campsites, killing livestock, even dragging whole families off into
Speaker 1: the woods. These things aren't the shy forest giants some
Speaker 1: people like to imagine. According to Marcus, they're smart, tactical.
Speaker 1: They wait for the right moment to strike, They avoid surveillance,
Speaker 1: they destroy communication gear, and when they kill, they do
Speaker 1: it with terrifying precision. Then there's dog Man, the one
Speaker 1: from Michigan, a creature that walks like a man but
Speaker 1: looks like a wolf, complete with military level awareness, night vision,
Speaker 1: and brute strength. It knew how to sneak past cameras,
Speaker 1: studied buildings before it attacked, and set up food storage
Speaker 1: and observation spots in a cave like some kind of
Speaker 1: pre editor scientists. That wasn't just hunting. That was strategy.
Speaker 1: That was war. We're not talking about animals acting on instinct.
Speaker 1: We're talking about things that think, things that plan. And
Speaker 1: don't even get me started on the alien tech. Crashed
Speaker 1: craft that look like ceramic sculptures with no seams, no rivets,
Speaker 1: no propulsion systems. We can explain beings that look almost human,
Speaker 1: almost DNA that's ninety eight percent like ours, but with
Speaker 1: that extra two percent that makes them something else. Entirely
Speaker 1: implants made from materials we don't have on Earth. I've
Speaker 1: done eleven episodes on missing persons in national parks, eleven,
Speaker 1: and I can tell you the numbers don't make sense,
Speaker 1: the locations don't make sense. Sometimes the bodies are never found.
Speaker 1: Sometimes they're found in places no human could have reached
Speaker 1: without climbing gear and superhuman endurance. And other times they
Speaker 1: just vanish without a trace. I'm not saying big did it.
Speaker 1: I'm not saying aliens did it. But if you line
Speaker 1: up enough of these stories side by side, and I've
Speaker 1: read hundreds, you start to notice patterns, strange patterns, too
Speaker 1: strange to ignore. So here's what I want from you,
Speaker 1: the listener. Keep an open mind. That's it. Just don't
Speaker 1: shut the door so quickly, because maybe, just maybe, there
Speaker 1: really are units like the one Marcus works for, quiet
Speaker 1: professionals operating in the shadows, protecting us from things we
Speaker 1: don't even know exist. Maybe they're cleaning up the aftermath
Speaker 1: of things that don't belong on this earth, or maybe
Speaker 1: things that were here long before us. It sounds wild,
Speaker 1: I know that, but sometimes the truth hides in plain sight.
Speaker 1: Sometimes the scariest part isn't what we see. It's what's
Speaker 1: being kept from us. Thanks for sticking with me through
Speaker 1: this one. I know it was a heavy episode. And
Speaker 1: if you've got your own story, something weird, something unexplained,
Speaker 1: send it in because the more we talk about this stuff,
Speaker 1: the harder it gets for the truth to stay buried.
Speaker 1: Send your stories via email. B R I A N
Speaker 1: at Paranormalworld Productions dot com. And until next time, stay safe,
Speaker 1: stay curious, and keep your eyes open. You never know
Speaker 1: what's out there.
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