so everyone in this town keeps saying "serial killer, serial killer" like that makes it make sense. it doesnt. i've been collecting stories for MONTHS and they all have the same thing in common and the cops wont touch it with a ten foot pole.

people hear voices out by the tree line. not scary movie voices. voices they KNOW. my friend swears she heard her mom calling her name out by the pines access road last month. her mom lives in portland. her mom was not there.

a girl from my nursing class (not naming her, she'll kill me) said she heard her dead grandpa. another anon submission said they heard their little brother crying for help, and their little brother was asleep at home the whole time. it copies people. it copies voices you trust so you'll walk toward it instead of away.

nobody has actually described what it looks like and lived to brag about it, so take this part with salt, but the story that keeps circulating: something huge, pale, wrong-shaped, with antlers the color of rust. moves on two legs sometimes. it doesn't need to see you. it just needs you to make a sound.

#thecaller#notaserialkiller#staysilent#wormwoodpines

did anyone else hear the train around midnight last night?? someone (not naming names, BLAKE) was apparently out there again being emo on the rails like he does. and get this — he says he saw her. the girl.

you guys know the story. girl died on the tracks years ago, nobody agrees if it was on purpose or an accident, and now she "travels" with the trains. she shows up at crossings, on empty platforms, in the brush by the rails when its foggy. people leave her stuff like... coins, cigs, candy, little notes. some of it disappears overnight. i've seen the offering pile behind the old signal box myself, it's actually kind of sad not gonna lie.

she's not supposed to be dangerous. people who've "met" her just say they feel less alone after, which,,, weird way to haunt somebody but ok. still. dont hang out on the tracks at night you guys. i dont care how symbolic it feels.

#girlonthetracks#blakeisanidiot#staysafe

ok this one is 100% real and i have zero doubt because i saw it with my own two eyes on my way to work this morning. there was a deer just STANDING in the middle of route 6. staring at me. drooling this gross white foam everywhere. i honked. it didn't even flinch. didn't run. just kept staring.

everyone's calling it "the sick herd" now. patchy fur, ribs poking out, eyes all glassy and unfocused, stumbling around like their legs dont work right but they keep walking anyway. some of them just walk right up to cars and stop. WATCHING you. it's giving zombie deer and i hate it.

some ppl on the scanner think it's connected to whatever's out there in the deep pines, like the woods "mark their territory" with sick animals near the worst spots. idk if thats true but i'm not testing it.

#sickherd#dontshootthedeer#cwd??#gross

getting a lot of anon submissions lately about lights out past the trailhead. not headlights. not flashlights. soft glowy shapes just... sitting at the base of trees. like someone huddled up holding a lantern, except when you look closer theres no lantern. no person either, not really.

wesley thinks it might be some kind of fungus thing (he's been reading about foxfire and bioluminescent mushrooms, very him) but the submissions all say the same weird detail: DO NOT get close to the glow. one guy said his cousin's friend got too close on a dare and started screaming about stuff that wasnt there, like a full on freak out, took almost half an hour to calm him down and he still wont talk about what he saw.

#lanternmen#corpsecandles#creepy

got an anon submission last week i've been sitting on because it freaked me out too bad to post. they said they went into the mine on a dare (WHY) and heard "clicking" coming from above them. not dripping water. clicking, like joints. they said when they pointed their flashlight up there was "something pale on the ceiling" and then it just... wasnt there anymore.

i'm not going to pretend i know what that was. i'm not going in there to find out either. if you're one of the idiots who keeps cutting the chain on the mine entrance — please for the love of god stop. i dont want to write your missing persons post next.

#themine#watchtheceiling#imdonefortonight