Speaker 1: Me and my best friend while call Matt lived in Pennsylvania.
We are technically neighbors, though he lives almost a mile
down the road. Both of our homes have a lot
of land, mainly filled with empty forest areas that lead
up to the hills. Anyway, Matt was hanging over at
my place one night when he mentioned that he'd found
something interesting while he was out in the forest behind
his house. He said it was a tunnel with old
wooden beams holding it together. Matt said he didn't want
to explore it alone, as it gave him a bad feeling.
I asked how far it was, and he said it
was maybe a mile's walk behind his house, with no
path or anything leading to it. Honestly, it sounded interesting
to me, so I agreed to check it out with him.
I grabbed my small backpack from my closet and packed
a flashlight in a water bottle. Then we drove my
car over to his house and started the walk. It
was only five pm, so we had a good two
hours of sunlight left, which we both figured would be fine.
We walked for twenty minutes before we made it. The
structure was exactly as he'd described, a simple tunnel with
wooden pillars holding up the entrance. There was nothing else
outside of it or anything lying around. Matt took the
flashlight out of my bag and shined it inside the tunnel.
As we approached the entrance, it seemed to go straight
for a while, with more beams on the sides. I
thought it was an abandoned mine, but it was so
bare and empty that it made me unsure. I've seen
old mines before, but they usually have stuff lying around,
old wooden crates, or even short rails leading to them.
Matt led the way in and I followed behind. It
was cold and creepy. Every step we took. I gooed
down the tunnel. After a minute's walk, we reached the
end of the entrance tunnel, finding another path going to
the left on the way with some writing as well.
It was an arrow pointing back to where we came
and had the word exit written below it. We continued on,
but only a few steps down we noticed a lot
of garbage piled around the sides, trash bags, food wrappers,
and water bottles. Mostly. We already knew someone had been
here before, having seen the writing, but the trash didn't
look dirty. Matt held the light close to a chip
bag on the ground, and it was clean, barely even
a speck of dust on it, with dust basically falling
from the ceiling. This creeped us out. Someone had to
have been here within the last few hours, unless there
was some weird phenomenon going on with all the trash.
I think Matt saw the worry on my face because
he said it was likely some teens hanging out here earlier.
He started walking again, passing the trash. As Matt's footsteps departed,
I got an odd feel, and I looked back where
we came from, making sure no one was watching us.
But then I heard Matt's footsteps stop abruptly. I turned
and saw him down the tunnel, facing what looked like
another hallway, but he was standing still. Matt at my
voice echoed through the tunnel, but he didn't respond the
way he was standing so still and clearly looking at
something like he was in shock. I'm sorry, he whispered,
backing away and quickly walking towards me while pointing ahead
for me to go back. As we turned into the
main tunnel, a loud bang echoed towards us. We sprinted
until we finally made it out, then jogged the rest
of the way to Matt's house while watching behind us
to make sure nobody was following. When we got inside,
I looked over at Matt's and he looked horrified. What happened?
Was someone in there? I asked, still not knowing what
he'd seen. He looked at me, then looked back down.
He said there was an unclothed man sitting just a
few feet down the next tunnel. Apparently he was holding
what looked like a squirrel or a rabbit in a
way that Matt said looked like he was trying to
gut it and eat it. Hearing this, I almost wanted
to crack a joke or say that I knew he
was just messing with me, But there was something about
the way he told me that I knew he wasn't lying.
I don't know. That would be a pretty disturbing thing
to see in a place like that. We never went back,
and a few days later Matt seemed to be back
to normal. Obviously, I never saw the man, so it
could all be some weird, made up story. But if
you saw the way Matt was after we got out
of that tunnel, you'd believe him too. With people living
in the wilderness like that, though, there's no telling what
they'll do if they see you, especially if you happened
to have wandered into their home like we did. I
had recently moved into a new house outside the city
I lived in. I wanted to be away from the
chaotic lifestyle of living in a city and be in
a more calm, quiet area. The house I got was
a rental property owned by a nice man. Everything about
it was perfect. The inside was a good size and modern,
and the outside had a lot of land filled with
trees blocking the views of roads and neighbors houses. It
made it easy to feel like I was alone in
the middle of nowhere, which was actually a good feeling
for me. I had been there for almost a week,
though I almost never had the chance to go outside
due to working all day. But on Friday afternoon, I
got home from work early, so I decided to walk
around the trees on the side of the house. It
was nice and peaceful, but was just a regular forest,
I guess. After being out there for a couple minutes, though,
I spotted something in the distance far behind the trees.
It looked like some sort of structure, but the trees
were blocking the view, so I couldn't tell exactly what
it was, though I was able to tell that it
definitely wasn't a house, at least not one that someone
lived in recently. I wasn't really in the exploring mood
and it was getting late, so I left it and
went inside for the night. A few hours later, though,
I found myself thinking about it again and ended up
contacting the landlord and asking about it. I was just
curious and felt that it would be of no harm
to ask. I forgot about the text after a while, though,
and went on with my night until I went to
bed around nine. I went to work the next morning
and got back at four, which was when I noticed
I still hadn't gotten a response from the landlord. I
thought maybe he didn't know what I was talking about,
which then made me doubt myself. I really did get
a good look at it, so maybe I'd mistaken it
for something that it wasn't. I went back outside and
walked further into the forest towards where I had seen it.
Once I spotted it again, I got closer. I knew
now that it was definitely real, which made it odd
if the landlord didn't know it was here. Considering he
told me that he had lived on the property for
four years. Standing right next to it, though, I was
able to tell that it was actually a very old
abandoned home. It was small but seemed to have two stories.
I walked around it, just kind of inspecting it. I
really didn't like that it was in my backyard and
that nobody told me about it. I knew it probably
didn't make any difference to anything, but the thing was
creepy as hell. But around the back was an old
door that was half open and barely hanging on the hinges.
I didn't want to go inside this place, but I
knew I couldn't bear the thought of knowing that this
abandoned home was in my yard while having no idea
what's inside it. After seeing everything that I could from
the outside, I walked up the broken back porch and
knocked on the walls, making sure nothing was inside. Then
I slowly pushed the door open and stepped in. The
First thing that hit me was the smell. It was disgusting,
probably the worst thing I'd ever smelled. I went further in,
expecting to see a dead animal, somewhere, but it was
mostly empty aside from an old table in the middle
of the room. It was dark as there were only
two windows, both having boards covering them. There was another
room on the bottom floor that was also empty, but
had a staircase going up. The problem, though, was that
it was pitch black at the top of the stairs.
Thinking about it then, I hadn't seen any windows on
the top floor from the outside. Going up. There was
a little too much for me, but I at least
wanted to see that it looked normal, so I grabbed
my phone out and shined the light up the stairs.
But there was nothing, I mean no upstairs. It was
just a wooden wall at the top of the steps.
I was in a weird state of confusion and shock
just looking at the strange structure. But then I heard something.
Someone else was breathing very softly behind the wall at
the top of the steps. I backed away slowly, hoping
I hadn't been noticed already. But after I started moving,
I heard footsteps upstairs, walking across the floor. It sounded
like they too were trying to be quiet. Though I
got maybe halfway before I couldn't handle the intent entity
of the situation, and I just sprinted out of the
house and back to mine. I locked all my doors
and stood by the window, checking for anyone following me.
I really wasn't sure what to do. I didn't even
know if that house was actually on my property or not.
Plus it really wasn't even my property anyways, because I
was renting. The landlord still hadn't responded, though, which just
made me feel worse about the whole thing. Unfortunately, due
to my overthinking, I didn't finally get myself to call
the police until an hour later. They were unsure about
the place as well as far as what it was
or who it belonged to, but when they searched it,
it was empty. I asked them about the wall at
the top of the stairs, but I was even more
terrified to hear that they didn't know what I was
talking about. They said they walked upstairs and there was
just another empty room, no wall blocking it or anything.
I only grew more concerned and worried, but I was
getting the feeling that they didn't take the case very seriously,
nor did they care about my concerns. So I just
let them leave. The worst and maybe even the most
strange part of all was in the weeks following my
landlord continued to not respond even to my normal questions
about payments. After it had been over a month of
no responses, I sent him one last message saying I
was breaking the lease and would be moving out. I left,
never getting any more text or emails from them. Despite
ending my signed lease eleven months early. While nothing actually happened,
I still consider my experience at that house to be
one of the most horrifying and unusual experiences of my life.
My friends and I grew up in the Midwest, and
if you know any thing about the Midwest is that
there's nothing fun to do. Oftentimes, my friends and I
would hang out at parks, drink, and maybe play some
monkey chips if we had nothing to talk about. Earlier
that year, a pool nearby closed down for some reason.
It was left as just an empty building with a
huge pit where the water used to be. After a
few months of no activity, we decided that that was
our news chosen spot to hang out at. We hopped
the fence, poured some drinks and plastic cups, and sat
in the emptied water pit. It was a Friday and
pretty late. We all kind of just sat there while
talking about random stuff. But that's when we heard the
sound of the fence jangling. We all looked at each other.
My mind immediately went to the cops, and I think
everyone else has did too. This was a few years ago,
and none of us were legally old enough to be drinking.
While we're all freaking out waiting to get busted, we
hear someone's feet hit the pavement, and then we hear
what I assume is one of the bathroom doors opened
and shut. Who would be here at this time alone?
Apparently my friends had the same thought. Two of them
began whispering theories about who it could be. If it
was some sort of park official, they wouldn't need to
jump the fence. The one thing we could all agree
on was that we should probably leave before he decides
to come out. As quietly as we could. We all
climbed up the pool ladder and hopped the fence and
then started back home. We slow down and I hear
my friend swear shit. Apparently he forgot his phone back
at the pool. We all stand there trying to figure
out if we should go back. I agreed to go
back with my friend, but none of the others wanted to,
and that was probably a smart idea on their part,
but I wasn't going to let my friend go alone.
We made our way back and tried to climb the
fence as quietly as possible. He climbed down the ladder
as I stayed and stood watch behind an old plastic chair,
looking at the bathroom doors. The entire time, everything seemed quiet.
I heard my friend climbing back up, but immediately I
saw a figure moved by the kiddie pool area, and
my heart went into full panic mode as the figure
that was crouched down stood up and started sprinting towards us.
I helped my friend up the ladder and we booked it.
I'm not the fastest and I've definitely got some weight
on me, so I know. The only thing keeping me
at speed with my friend was pure adrenaline. I heard
a bottle break behind me and he started yelling, but
I couldn't understand what he was saying. The only words
I could make out was him saying, get away from me.
We started climbing the fence as fast as we could,
but it was really hard to do while scared and drunk.
We got to the top and jump down, falling to
our knees and having to get up. And that's when
I saw what he looked like, barefoot, ripped jeans and
a yellow stained T shirt. He was an older man
with a disgusting beard, and his entire face looked gray.
I didn't make out the rest, but I didn't want to,
so I got up and started to run again. I
could hear him shouting behind us to never come back.
At the moment, it was terrifying, but now that I'm
older and looking back, I laugh with my friends about it.
I do feel bad for that guy, though he clearly
was homeless and not all there in the head, probably
thought we were out to get him or something. Needless
to say, we never went back to that pool. A