It Was Watching From the Woods
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G'day mates, it's BBuster here. And before the episode begins, I would just like to let you know that Be Scared, which is produced along with Studio 71, features scary stories from around the globe on a weekly basis that aim to fuel your nightmares with a smile. And if you enjoy the podcast, it would be great if you could hit that subscribe button and drop a review. But thanks for listening guys, and without further ado, let's begin.
When I was eleven, my father, my older brother and I, lived on a property just outside of a remote town in the Appalachian foothills of northern Georgia. The house was nestled at the bottom of a steep slope, surrounded by dense second-growth hardwood forest that swallowed the light the moment that the sun touched that ridge. We relied on a wood stove to heat the place through the winter. So my brother and I spent our afternoons hauling logs from the edge of the tree line. It felt like a normal life too, but looking back, there was a consistent sort of low frequency unease to the property is how I would describe it. It started with small fleeting visual things. I remember one afternoon seeing a man standing about thirty meters out in the trees.
His silhouette was perfect. Height, build, posture, and I was so certain that it was my dad that I walked twenty yards into the brush, calling his name. I turned a cluster of oaks and there was nothing. No sound of snapping twigs, no retreating footsteps, just the silence of the woods. I didn't think it was paranormal back then. I just felt like I'd lost a game of hide and seek almost. Or that maybe there was someone out there in the woods that was being a little bit creepy or whatever. Anyway. Then there was the night that I saw the light, and Now, let me assure you that it was not a reflection or a car on the distant logging road. It was a literal solid glowing orb, about the size of a grapefruit, hovering near my bedroom window.
It didn't flicker. It bounced in a sort of stiff, rhythmic arc against the glass, almost like it was testing the pain. I ran to get my father, but by the time that we returned to the room, the light was now gone. It appeared again the following night, but after that it never returned. The environment finally broke us though one evening in late November, and My father, a man who didn't rattle, came back inside while the sun was still up, his face completely drained of colour, and He told us that, as he was bucking a log, something massive had sprinted through the brush directly behind him, He hadn't seen the face, but he felt the displacement of air, and he said that whatever it was was impossibly tall, towering well over six feet, and that it had cleared the distance with a strange liquid speed as how he described it.
We sort of laughed it off in the end as a spooked deer, but The look in his eyes wasn't the look of a man who had seen a deer. That much was clear. Two weeks later, my brother had his encounter and He had been stacking wood in that same clearing and returned to the house, his hands shaking so violently that he couldn't hold his cup. He told us that he had seen something standing perfectly still between two pines, and He described it as human shaped but drained of all colour, a flat matte white, like bleached bone is what he said, and
How does the narrator describe the unsettling feeling of being watched in the Appalachian woods?
He didn't describe it as walking. He said that when it turned to retreat into the shadows, the movement was way too smooth. Like a puppet being jerked back on a wire, is what he said. It didn't shift its weight, it just sort of drifted out of existence. I personally never saw the pale thing clearly, but a few nights later, I did see a flash of white move across the tree line at a speed that felt wrong for any animal that I knew of. The strangest artifact of that time, however, is a memory that I still could not place. For years I carried the vivid memory of my brother telling me that there was an unmarked, sunken grave somewhere deep in the woods behind our shed and I must have asked him about a dozen times about it, and he'd point toward a specific ridge, but
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Chapters
6 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–3:46
2
How does the narrator describe the unsettling feeling of being watched in the Appalachian woods?
3:46–8:32
3
What was the first visual encounter with a mysterious figure in the forest?
8:32–13:39
4
How did the glowing orb at the bedroom window affect the family’s perception of the house?
13:39–17:22
5
What did the father witness while bucking a log that suggested something massive was nearby?
17:22–19:55
6
How did the brother’s encounter with a pale, motionless entity change the family’s fear?
19:55–37:42