K
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832 appearances
9 recordings
2 series
first heard Nov 2024
last heard 29 Mar
K’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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We'll help you as much as we can, she said, her voice determined. You're not alone in this. Her words gave me a small flicker of hope, but it was fragile like a candle flame in a storm. I thanked them, but I knew this was something I'd have to face on my own eventually. I couldn't hide forever. That day, I left the Harris house with a heavy heart.
They gave me supplies, food, water, even a small knife. It wasn't much, but it made me feel a little better. As I walked away from their house, I felt the weight of the forest behind me, like a dark shadow looming over everything. I glanced back at the tree line, half expecting to see those red eyes staring back at me. But there was nothing, only the silent, endless trees.
I knew the peeker was still out there somewhere. It wouldn't forget about me, and I wouldn't forget about it either. The scar on my back was a constant reminder that I had been marked, and that it was only a matter of time before it came for me again. The fear was always there, lurking in the back of my mind.
A reminder that some things, some monsters, are very real, and sometimes they don't let go. We arrived at our campsite near Idaho City just as the sun was setting, the sky turning a deep orange and pink. The forest around us was dark and quiet, the trees standing tall like silent giants.
My boyfriend and I were excited to be here, ready for a weekend of camping, exploring, and maybe even a little ghost hunting. He had told me about an old cemetery nearby, and we thought it might be fun to check it out the next day. The campsite seemed perfect at first, quiet, secluded, surrounded by trees that swayed gently in the wind. We set up our tent, got a fire going, and started to relax.
I played some music on my phone while we roasted marshmallows, and my boyfriend told me stories about the history of Idaho City. But something felt strange. As he talked, it felt like the fire was getting louder, like the crackling was almost drowning out his voice. I tried to ignore it, but a weird feeling settled in my stomach.
After a while, I looked at my phone and noticed the battery was at 30%. A few minutes later, it just died. No warning. Nothing. I was confused. It shouldn't have died that fast. We decided to go sit in the car to charge it for a bit. My boyfriend said he'd go check on the fire while I stayed in the car, waiting for my phone to come back to life. Suddenly, the passenger door slammed shut.
It wasn't just a gentle close. It slammed so hard the whole car shook. I jumped, my heart pounding. I quickly turned on the car's headlights, the bright beams cutting through the darkness. But there was nothing there. Just the trees, their shadows dancing in the light. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Maybe it was just the wind. When my boyfriend came back, he said the same thing.
It's probably just the wind, he told me, but I could see he was a little shaken too. We decided to call it a night. The wind had picked up, making strange, whispery noises as it moved through the trees. We finished our drinks, put out the fire, and crawled into our tent. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
The wind kept brushing against the tent, making the rain flap rustle in a way that sounded almost... deliberate. I lay there, staring up at the dark ceiling of the tent, trying to convince myself it was all in my head. But deep down, I knew something wasn't right. The feeling of being watched wouldn't go away.
I kept hearing faint noises, like whispers carried on the wind, too quiet to understand, but just loud enough to know they were there. I tried to tell myself it was just the forest, just the wind playing tricks on me. But as I lay there, eyes wide open in the darkness, I couldn't help but feel that we weren't alone. Something was out there, just beyond the trees, waiting.
And whatever it was, it had noticed us. I woke up to my boyfriend shaking my shoulder, his face pale in the dim light of the early morning. Listen, he whispered, his voice barely audible. I held my breath, straining my ears. There it was, slow, deliberate footsteps crunching over the dry leaves just outside our tent. My heart skipped a beat. The steps were moving around us, circling the tent.
I looked at my boyfriend, and he was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide with fear. He pressed a finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet. The footsteps moved closer, and I could hear them clearly now. Slow, heavy, like someone was deliberately taking each step. My mind raced. Who could be out here? We hadn't seen anyone for miles. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my whole body tense.
Suddenly, I heard a faint metallic sound, like something scraping against our car. It wasn't an animal. It was too deliberate, too human. I reached for my phone, trying to turn on the flashlight, but the battery was still dead. Panic was creeping in, and I felt my hands shaking. I looked at my boyfriend, and he nodded towards the car. I knew what he was thinking.
We had to scare whatever it was away. I reached over, my hand trembling as I pressed the button on the car key to activate the alarm. The silence of the forest shattered as the car horn blared, the lights flashing. The footsteps stopped abruptly, and for a moment, everything was still.
i held my breath waiting the alarm stopped and the silence returned i listened straining my ears but there was nothing just the wind rustling through the trees i looked at my boyfriend and he gave me a small shaky smile maybe it's gone he whispered his voice barely audible but deep down i knew it wasn't that simple Something was still out there.
Minutes passed and just as I started to relax, the footsteps returned. This time, they were closer, moving slowly around the tent, just inches from where we lay. My boyfriend's body went stiff, and I could see the fear in his eyes. I felt my heart pounding, each beat echoing in my ears. The footsteps moved around the tent, circling us, then stopped right where our heads were.
I heard a whisper, soft, almost like it was carried on the wind, but clear enough that I knew it wasn't my imagination. My boyfriend grabbed my hand, his grip tight. We had to get out of there. Slowly we started packing up our things, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
every rustle of fabric seemed deafening and i was terrified that whatever was outside would hear us my hands were shaking so badly that i could barely zip my bag finally we were ready my boyfriend nodded at me and we both took a deep breath he unzipped the tent slowly the sound almost unbearable in the silence the moment the flap opened i felt it
a heavy suffocating feeling like the air had thickened a sour smell hit me making my stomach turn i struggled to breathe my chest tightening my boyfriend squeezed my hand and we stepped out into the darkness the forest was still the trees looming over us like silent watchers
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