/k/ - Weapons

>>651499

More like anime-meme-ism.

Not paranormal, but i did almost get my liver eaten by some tweaker when i was a kid

>ruralfag in bumfuck NC

>Decide to do some hunting before the season ends

>treestand is set up near a clearing with a moderate sized body of water in the middle of it and a small run down cabin near the edge of the water

>inna tree stand with my dad's Marlin 336.

>the most beautiful twilight is setting in

>this fucking faggot in an ATV tears right up into the clearing and has music blasting at max volume

>Welp there goes my hope of getting anything tonight

>shuts off ATV and music dies with it

>close enough to hear this guy having an argument with himself, too far away to really understand what it's about however.

>he takes some case off the back of his ATV and hauls it inside of the little cabin.

>he comes out a few minutes later hops onto his ATV rides off

>since i was a dumbfuck 17 year old i felt like i absolutely needed to fuck with this guy for ruining my night

>leave marlin with my bag at base of treestand and creep into the clearing as the light fades

>make my way into the dilapidated shack, the door doesn't even shut right.

>see the case on a stack of egg crates

>open it and start inspecting the contents

>it's got a pistol that i can't recall the make of, but it was one of those shitty pot metal nigger blasters, think bryco or lorcin. Some nudie mags and a ziplock full of various pills

>the gravity of just how dumb i am kicks in

>get out of cabin right when i start hearing the ATV and music again

>nononononononono

>clearing too large to just run for the edge

>say fuck it and dive into water near cabin

>fucking cold but thankfully the combo of music and ATV noise must have drowned out sound of me hitting the water

>guy goes into cabin

>hear this autistic screech the likes of which i've never heard before or since

>i forgot to put the shit back and close the case

>guy is running around the cabin and yelling expletives and threats

>gives up eventually, hops back onto his machine and fucks off

>when i can't hear him anymore i high tail it back to my pack and leave

Moral of the story is don't fuck with weirdos in the woods.

Alrighty tighty time for some fresh spooky from the northern wonderland

>Fall 20xx

>Head up north on shoot n' bbq camping trip to a cottage with some great friendpals that I met through another great buddyfriend

>pic gives you a general idea of the scenery but it was fall time all is brown, red and gold.

>friendpals have some seriously rare and extremely cool hardware that would normally be super duper illegal up here

>I mean full maximum funz condition pew pew

>tfw noguns family only my trusty .62cal Jeager rifle (it's a short flintlock, rifled)

>Looking forward to learning how to track and hunt animals with my buddyfriend

>friendpals have brought up some favorites from their own collection of course, a genuine romaniun dragunov, a bolt action that I dont remember the name of but chambered in 675 nitro express, 1945 russian SVT, various rolling block rifles.

>Arrive at cottage, more like large cabin (no electricity, well water duh)

>dusty as fuck, need to clean before we settle in, owner says he hasn't visited for 2 years

>buddyfriend and me rooming in the attic because friendpals are lazy and old

>Building consists of one large log cabin with 5 rooms (living room 2 bed rooms, kitchen, small dining room), and an equally large or larger storage shed where we parked our vehics and where the owner stores his ATV's and snow machines

>few days pass without incident, just a bunch of oldfags cooking bacon in only their underwear

>head out in the early mornings to shadow friendpals as they go hunting for moose

>forest is cozy as fuck a mix of pine and Carboniferous, fall has only just begun but at night it gets to below freezing very quickly

>early morning walking along a trail through the brush

>find the frozen corpse of a fairly large raccoon

>coyotes will probably come and eat it later

>continue wandering around the forest, I dont know where we're going but pointman says he's following a moose trail

>odd thing is we keep finding random dead animals along said trail

>largely intact and ranging from small birbs to rodents and coons, there was a dead fox as well.

>point man suddenly says it's very strange because this trail (of corpses) roughly circles around our cabin

>well that's an expat for you, always knowing where he is

>we seemed to make a lot of turns and circles so I have completely lost my sense of direction a long time ago

>make a note of how we walked into the extremely cliche plot of a low budget horror film (see I can be funny too!)

>all 7 of us are quite unnerved though, because we're living it right the fuck now

>brush it off as a coincidence, maybe some animal marking its territory

>all our instincts and superstitions tell us otherwise

>it's getting close to midday now but still want to try to bad that moose

>spend a few hours walking in a sort of marshy area the ground is soft and very fucking muddy

>tracks lead on and after another hour or so but we find the moose

>it's head sitting in a shallow puddle of blood looking right at us as we emerge from the dried reeds

>it's in several pieces, chunks of its insides (probably) scattered everywhere

>couldn't smell it earlier due to the marshy terrain but now that we're in the middle of it I am assailed by the stench of spilled innards (it was my first time okay)

>upon closer examination friendpal remarks that it's not been decapitated but seems to be a victim of the marsh

>poor moose probably eaten alive by whatever predator passed by before we came along

>with confirmation of our piss poor luck and with the evening drawing near we decide to start heading back

>group navigator friendpal reckons we likely made a 15km trek but since we're just retracing our steps we'll get there by sundown

>no one is saying it but everyone agrees that they don't want to push any further and end up stuck out in the pitch blackness of the fall night with whatever has claimed the property as its territory

>almost on Que my buddyfriend steps into what he thought was solid ground and sinks all the way to his lower chest.

>"Fuck" says everyone and the two closest including myself pull him out quickly.

>could of sworn I saw something try grabbing his foot as we pulled him out

>but you know what they say, maybe im 2 spooked out and now I'm making things up in my mind

>Back to the crisis: This is a northern fall and it is fucking cold, we must take a moment to unpack and change his clothes out or he may get hypothermia especially since buddyfriend is kind of twiggy

>we also have to set up a stove fire to warm him up

>this all takes time as you can imagine, which is highly unfortunate because taking into account what navigator friendpal said earlier we would now have to travel in the dark.

>this spooktrip is already 2 spooky5me, I make a note that the cozy feeling left with the midday sun

cont.

Don't know if this is the right place to ask, but does anyone have some really good scary stories? (Please no visuals/graphics, i just want shit that's conceptually scary)

Doesn't need to be /k/ or /out/ related. but we all know those are usually the best I'd prefer shorter shit or an anthology series like the classic "Search and Rescue" series.

I'm trying to write some stuff of my own and I need some inspiration.

>work night shift in a rock quarry as a maintenance welder/mechanic

>most nights just drive or walk around the plant making sure everything is running smoothly

>shitty lighting, constant haze of dust, almost deafeningly loud if you're near the screens or crushers.

>there are two plants: the primary, which is actually in the pit, and the secondary, which is at the top of the pit high wall. The primary ends with a long(300 yd) conveyor that dumps onto a pile, and another conveyor carries rock 400 yards up to the secondary. It's a long way down into the primary, since you have to either drive the whole haul road or walk down a long narrow conveyor.

>shut down early one night so me and the other welder can fix a blown out wall in a chute.

>run out of oxygen for the torch around 1 am.

>buddy drives up to get another bottle in the small pickup while I'm welding.

>pretty quiet, normal summer night. Few frogs and bugs, water trickling down the high walls. Crank up the welding machine and faintly rocks sliding over the roar of the diesel. Figure it's nothing.

>Now, these pits aren't a stripped desolate hole like you'd imagine a quarry would be. The edges are a series of benches about 20' wide with steep cliffs between them, and it's heavily grown up with pines and undergrowth. The only barren area is the actual floor and benches being currently mined.

>So I'm standing on a ladder, welding down there by myself, can't really hear much over the welder. Think I hear more rocks sliding but I'm in the zone, burning rod.

>Then I feel a slight breeze on the back of my neck, like someone had walked behind me. Except I'm 10' up in the air on a ladder. I stop welding, raise my hood, and look around but I don't see anything except the headlights coming down the road at the other end of the pit. I flip my hood down and go back to it. Feeling a little spooked now.

>Then a fucking rock hits my hard hat, like it fell off the catwalk overhead. Almost immediately after I hear a thud below me and feel another breeze, like something jumped down from above and landed down where my ladder was standing. Hear some more rocks sliding down the high wall 15' behind me.

>Im down off the ladder shining my light down into the bushes when my buddy shows up and asks me if I just just jumped off the catwalk. He thought he'd seen someone/something standing up above where we were working and it jumped over the handrail to the ground when his headlights turned towards it.

>Neither of us really knows what happened, because I didn't actually see anything and all he really saw was a tall dark shape.

Since then, I think I've seen whatever it was from a distance a few times. Once I swear I saw something standing on the platform above the surge pile, but when I got closer there wasn't anything there but it looked like something had jumped down into the rock and slid down the pile. The edge of the pile is usually a pretty neat cone unless there's a loader digging in it, and there was a distinct gouge down the side of the pile. Just like if you slid down a sand dune, except crushed rock. Another time I saw a tall figure walking in the trees down by the sink at the bottom of the pit when I down there checking the pit pump. When I got back in my truck, I called over the radio to see if anyone was down there, but no one had been down except me. When I've asked other guys who have worked here for a long time, they all say they've seen or noticed weird shit down in the pit/primary as long as they've been there. Usually dead animals left places they wouldn't normally be found, tools being knocked over, or seeing humanlike movement in the woods as haul trucks drive by.

This is in central NC, at a fairly old quarry. Started in the 60s I believe. I've never heard of any Bigfoot or goat man type things in this area. Any NC guys got anything?

>>516979

>Mfw when I served in Oki and crossed several tombs but never saw anything

Big F for those brave souls who went out with the desire to find and potentially copulate with cryptid life

May the Kube grant you eternal conflict

I spent over 2 hours assembling this, too tired to finecomb it.

>>660463

It really needs some fat cut, imageboard archives don't have reply previews and it would've been a tedious task to get all the right posts and in order. Thinking about it made me sick let alone doing it the first time but it must be done since no one else will do it.

Cut out the hunting story in column 2 and capped more stories.

Posted in the paranormal thread because I didn't realize this thread was still going - this is definitely the right place.

>get three days free after doing 24/7 grandpa care for two months

>get two friends to go innamountains with me

>leave Friday night innatruck pulling a trailer with two fourwheelers

>light finally fades about 10PM, mid august in Alaska

>take it easy on speed because big ‘ol diesel

>get to the target highway at about midnight

>pavement ends at mile 21ish

>everything to now has been pretty normal

>couple miles in road turns left with a small pulloff on the right side

>little subaru parked there facing into road

>LEDLightBarAtFaceLevel.png

>there’s someone leaning on the hood watching us as we drive by

>tired by this point, not real concerned

>figure it’s someone waiting for their hunting buddy, it’s caribou season

>keep going

This highway is real rough in the fall. It’s gravel, and the heavy fall rains combined with all the fall time hunting and camping traffic tears it up.

>going 30mph if I’m lucky

>truck, trailer, and teeth all goin daka-daka-daka from washboards

>nice bright full moon, can miss the worst spots

>hit real long straight stretch before trailhead pulloff

>get half mile down straight stretch, about halfway

>lights in rear view mirror

>fucking bright AF lightbar again

>this nigga hauling ass, 50-60mph or more

>one friend is zonked in the back, the other one is spaced out

>point the lightbar car out to him

>he watches them in the side mirror, doesn’t seem too unsettled

>car is maybe 200 feet back when I finally pull into the trailhead

>car catches up 10 seconds later

>slows down to ~5mph going by, obviously checking us out

>hacklesraised.tif

>park the truck, watch them drive down the highway for a bit

>let out a deep breath

>look to the left at the other corner of this parking area

>there’s an SUV parked there, NBD

This is where it gets way outta whack

>wake up the other friend, kill the engine, hop out

>instant gut assessment: shit’s fucked, we’re being hunted, time to go

>my response to this novel sensation: hey, there’s something written on that SUV

>shine my flashlight on it

> “MOLOCH” written in the dust on back window since it was parked

>oh fuck what

>friends are stretching legs, one has his AR out – they’re both too quiet

>check out SUV

>engine still warm – parked within a few hours

>only front passenger door is locked

>shoes/sandals and shorts – comfy driving wear – on front seats

>full packs and compound bow in back

>full cooler

>tent

>everything is untouched

>6mo expired youth group sticker on hood, empty coffee hut coffees

>looks like a young couple out to camp

>friends are checking out this SUV

>we’re all at independently reached 10/10 maximum alert

>look around the whole area, nobody is there

>no fresh tracks except in parking area itself

>another pair of cars with LED light bars go by hauling maximum ass

>we keep rifles on em from cover as they go by

>give in to gut feeling, leave

>camp 30 miles away on a different highway

>come back in the morning

>SUV still there, untouched

>still no sign of anybody around

>terrible gut feeling gone

>take the 4-wheelers and go 8 miles back innamountains

>have a good time camping, get bullied by a caribou

>come back in next day

>nobody was out there, great lines of sight and nowhere to hide

>SUV untouched

>food in the back is starting to go off

>get back to town

>call SUV in to troopers

>dispatcher goes yeah that’s sketchy AF, I’ll send someone out

>call back two weeks later to see what came of it

>no record of having ever called it in, but they have every other call I’ve made

I don't have closure on this. I’m convinced we were getting checked out and the only reason they let us be was because we had our AR’s propped up on the seats and very visible.

>>598465

>I wouldn't worry about it.

Of-fucking-course.

>>515425

Bump because I made this thread years ago and it's still here.

>>669478

>years ago

>"what but this thread was made just a few mon-"

>posted 09/09/17

JUST

>>660461

>>660463

>>660477

I appreciated the work, anon. (and saved it to my spooks folder)

I offer a cute, confused bedsheet as thanks.

>>613289

>>516134

>From what you're describing I'd advice VERY STRONGLY against any attempts at direct confrontation

Too late, I've been cursing at the ones in this house for almost a month because Martin Luther and a friend of his said it'd piss them off and they'd go away. Yeah yeah yeah.

/k/, do you know much about the supposed spooky shit involving Mount Shasta?

My father was telling me stories about the supposed lost civilizations and Indian legends of the area, and he wants to go on a camping trip there and dick around innawoods.

I'd love to spend time with him camping, of course, but now I'm wondering if there's actually anything out there. Skinwalkers, Cannibal Demons, anything that might be hazardous that isn't just the regular wildlife.

>>684517

Lemurians supposedly live in the hollowed out center of the mountain; they also use these clouds to hide their ships.

t. knower

>>684522

If you're thinking of Ishi he was from closer to Mount Lassen, but he died at UC Berkeley.

>>515432

>tfw cant explore the land for myself and shoot cryptids on the way

mate i would go on badgerman hunting trips every weekend if i were in nevada

>>619849

guess they died