SO EP:619 The Hills Have Eyes

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is unbelievable. Some of it sounds like it could be ripped straight from a horror movie. Whether you believe any of it is completely up to you. There's no way to independently verify these claims, no names, no dates, no way to check the unit's existence. This kind of thing lives in the shadows, way off the books. You can decide for yourself what's real and what's not. But here's your warning. This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, death,

and disturbing events. It includes scenes of brutality that are not suitable for all listeners. If you're sensitive to that kind of content, or if you've got kids around, now's the time to hit pause or skip to something else. Listener discretion is strongly advised. What follows is his account, in his own words, a first hand story from someone who says they've seen the worst of what's hiding in

the dark and live to talk about it. I've been listening to your podcast for years, and honestly, you seem like one of the few people who might actually take this seriously. I can't tell you my name or which unit I'm part of. This stuff is way above top secret. You once asked your listeners to send in their real stories about weird stuff well, here's mine. I work for a military unit that officially doesn't exist. We handle the stuff too weird, too dangerous, or too embarrassing for normal

military or police to deal with. There's maybe a dozen units like ours across the country. We get called in when park rangers find tracks they can't explain, or when local cops run into something they know they're not equipped for. We're the cleanup crew for things the government doesn't want getting out. Look most cryptid and UFO stories, yeah, they're fake about ninety percent, or hoaxes or people misidentifying animals or aircraft. But the other ten percent, that's where we

come in. I've been doing this for eight years. I've seen things that make you question everything. Creatures that science says can't exist, tech that's decades ahead of what we've got, and people who've turned into something else Entirely, officially, we're just cleaning up weird wildlife situations or prankster hoaxes. But we've got the body counts, the photos and the evidence to prove there's a whole other world out there that

regularly folks never see. Let me start with the sasquatch cases, because those are probably the easiest to wrap your head around. Most bigfoot sightings are garbage. It's always a bear or some guy in a costume. But there are real ones out there, and they are nothing like what the fans imagine. They're not some peaceful forest giants. These things are predators. My first real encounter happened three years ago in Olympic National Forest in Washington. A family of four had gone

missing while camping, mom, dad, and two kids. We found their campsite and it was a mess. Huge footprints in the mud too big and deep to be human. Tent torn to ribbons, picnic table flipped and thrown like a toy, the camp chairs twisted like pretzels. You'd need a car compactor to do that kind of damage. It wasn't about

stealing or survival. It was a display, a message. There was blood everywhere, a thirty yard radius of violence to assume everyone had been seriously hurt or killed, but no bodies. Search and Rescue spent a week combing the forest and found nothing, not one shred of the people. They did find blood splattered on trees twelve feet up. That means whatever did this could reach far higher than any known animal. There were drag marks, something big, pulling heavy loads over

terrain that would wear out most hikers. That's when we got called in. The footprints were eighteen inches long. Creature weighed over six hundred pounds and moved like something that wasn't human or animal. But the worst part was how it acted. This wasn't random or animal like. It was calculated. It took the food, including canned goods, stuff you'd need tools for. It left expensive gear like tents and flashlights, untouched phones, radios, GPS units, all smashed beyond repair. It

knew what to destroy and what wasn't important. We followed its trail for two days through thick forest, and it wasn't stumbling around. It was taking game trails and creek beds to stay hidden. We'd find little stops, places it had rested and eaten. By day three we were close fresh tracks in the mud, snapped branches, bent trees. Then we found the family. I won't go into detail, but it was clear they'd been kept alive and tortured, bitten, crushed bones, snapped like twigs. One of the kids tried

to fight back. The parents were probably killed first so it could control the others. It wasn't about food. It was control strategy. It picked them off, one by one in the order that made the most sense to keep the others from resisting. We camped nearby, figuring it would come back.

Then it started making these low, rumbling sounds, calls that echoed for miles, and then from all around us we heard other calls, three maybe more. They weren't just noises, they were communicating. The replies came from perfect angles, like they were trying to surround us. This wasn't one monster, It was a group, a family hunting together. Within an hour, two more showed up. One was a bit smaller, probably female.

The other was a younger one, still huge. They coordinated their movement flanked us signaled each other, not just grunts, hand signals too, gestures, real communication. When they picked up our scent, they fanned out and started sweeping the area. One would search, the others would cover. They rotated like a trained unit. They tracked us like pros. We tried masking our trail, but they found us anyway, sniffed out

where we'd stepped, examined twigs and rocks we'd disturbed. It was like watching a Special Forces team run a searchhop. And then came the real scare. They didn't just follow us, they predicted where we'd go. They used the terrain to trap us. We realized too late that we were boxed in the next morning, when we tried to leave, it was already too late. The big one cut us off, howled,

and the others closed in. We were outflanked, surrounded. I fought actual enemies in other countries, but nothing prepared me for this. These things were fast, quiet, and strong enough to rip a tree in half. The big one, the outl was the scariest, nine feet tall, huge reach, but the others were just as dangerous. The female darted through underbrush and logs like a panther. The kid was learning fast, mimicking them, getting bolder. They threw rocks hard enough to

crack trees. They didn't just charge, They used tactics. One would distract us while the others moved. If we focused on one, the others came from the side. They were smart, adaptable. Each move they made was calculated. When one move didn't work, they changed it up fast. At one point, the alpha nearly got me. Came through a creek bed I didn't even realize was there. I saw it too late. If my teammate hadn't put three bullets in its chest, I'd

be dead, even dying. They kept fighting. It took everything we had to stop them. These weren't animals. They were something else, something smart and built for combat. Their bodies were taken to a blight. I never saw the autopsy report, official story. Bear attack family was never found. Area closed to campers, everything else scrubbed. Six months later, we had a new case in northern California, a rogue sasquatch, this time alone, acting off. It had killed two people, not

for food. It was pushing boundaries, testing us. Livestock were being tortured, horses ripped apart, sheep hung from trees. It wasn't eating them, it was sending a message. Local law blamed cougars or wild dogs, but no way. The wounds were surgical, deep bones cracked like twigs, teeth like industrial tools. Man. The scariest part wasn't even the creature itself. It was how smart it was, like it knew how to avoid being seen, and it only attacked when the weather would

hide its scent and muffle any noise. It picked spots where no one could help, but made sure someone would find the mess soon after. Wildlife officials set up cameras, and yeah, they caught something walking on two legs, but it was always too blurry to say for sure. It was like the thing knew where the cameras were and would either sneak past them or just straight up break them. And not like an animal smashing stuff randomly. It was surgical. If the cameras were in trees, it'd climb up and

pull them apart. If they were hidden in fake rocks or logs, it found them like it had a built in detector, like it could sense the electronics. Somehow, this thing understood our tech and was working against it. That part creeped us out. We spent two weeks chasing it through the coastal mountains, and the terrain was brutal, probably some of the toughest landscape in North America. Unlike the group we saw up in Washington, this one acted totally different,

mentally unstable, way more dangerous, totally unpredictable. Moved the way animals normally do, no real logic. Instead of following paths near water or food sources, it just went wherever. Sometimes it would double back for miles. Sometimes it would scale cliffs or cross rivers where it should have been swept away. Either it had insane physical strength or it just didn't care if it lived or died. The signs pointed to it having lived out there for years, maybe even decades.

The caves showed where like someone had been using them forever. Sleeping spots were smoothed out. Food storage was a thing too. It had systems, preservation methods that weren't simple hoarding. But lately it was spiraling. Kills were being left untouched to rot. It wasn't eating. Tree markings turned into this frantic mess, claw marks all over in patterns that didn't even seem territorial,

just chaotic. Some of the worst areas were like rage filled war zones, whole clearings with every tree snapped in, every rock move. Nothing useful about it, just pure destruction. When we finally cornered it in a steep ravine, we knew this wasn't going to be like the others. The Washington group used tactics. This one. It just screamed and charged, no planning, no hesitation, just fury. It ran right at us, completely ignoring the bullets tearing through it pure rage and muscle.

The fight didn't last long, but it was brutal. It hit our perimeter and kept coming until it literally bled out. It took so much firepower to stop it, and it still didn't die fast. It was terrifying. The public story. Rabid bear, that's what they went with, but its body went to the same lab as the other specimens from Washington.

Since then, we've responded to at least eight more incidents across the Pacific Northwest and the Rockies, and it's becoming clear these things are more common than anyone wants to admit. They live in small groups with their own territories, hunting strategies, and some kind of hierarchy. They communicate in ways We're only starting to figure out long distance sounds that seem to carry information about danger, food and more. They know how to stay hidden. They know humans are bad news.

They adapt fast. Trail cams they avoid them or destroy them, motion sensors they walk around them. They're evolving right under our noses. We've tracked at least twenty attacks on humans in five years. Each time it takes more people and more gear to deal with them. They're learning, getting better, and that's just Sasquatch. Believe it or not. That's the easy part of the job because they're physical. You can see them, fight them, understand their biology. But the UFO stuff,

that's on a whole other level. I didn't go on the Nevada crash recovery, but my buddy Jake did. Said it started with a weird phone call at three am. No name, no rank, just a voice, some coordinates and orders to move and stay tuned for more Sasquatch ott to see. We'll be right back. After these messages. The team flew out in an unmarked plane, no flight path logged, no idea on the bird, totally black. They flew over desert so empty it looked like another planet. No towns,

no roads. The area wasn't even on normal maps. When they landed, it wasn't a wreck, no crater, just a metal craft sitting there like it had been gently set down, thirty feet across, smooth like glass, no engines, no windows, just seams you could barely see. Radar had tracked the thing coming in from space at high speed, but there was no heat damage, no burn marks. It was cold to the touch. Material was light, but tougher than titanium. Radar didn't bounce off it. It disappeared. They tried to

cut into it, tools couldn't scratch it. No welds, no bolts. It looked like it was made in one solid piece, like it had been grown, not built. When they finally got inside, the inside was wrong, bigger than the outside should allow, like it bent space, Rooms that didn't line up, geometry that made people feel sick. It hurt your brain to walk through it. The tech inside insane. No screens,

no buttons, just surfaces that lit up when touched. Energy systems that didn't have wires or moving parts, Storage systems that could hold more information than one hundred supercomputers. The ship didn't work like anything on Earth. Three beings were inside. Two were dead. The third was alive. Tall, skinny, bluish gray skin that shimmered, long fingers, huge black eyes, no mouth, move movement. It didn't speak, but it knew what was happening. It looked at them like they were the weird ones.

They kept it alive for six hours. During that time, it sent out signals, not with gear, with its body, like it was a living transmitter, sending signals upward towards space, right up until it died. And when it died, its body just melted, not like decay, like it was designed to delete itself. They couldn't get samples, no DNA, nothing usable. The craziest part was the data they pulled from the ship. Records of human abductions going back decades, detailed medical records, scans,

genetic data. They knew things about us we didn't. Psychological evaluations more detailed than anything in human files, and the surgeries. Some people were returned, changed genetically, others got implants, tracking devices that sent out signals to space. Some had changes that would affect their kids. Long term breeding experiments unbelievable,

But Jake saw it with his own eyes. He's been on six more recoveries every time, same thing, ships drop in, no warning, same black ops team goes out, same cover stories. He's got burns on his hands from alien tech, radiation damage that put him in the hospital, scars all over. He took pictures secret ones of the ships, the aliens, the tech, but they wiped his phone remotely. Luckily he saved a few to an offline drive. Still it messed him up. He can't sleep, paranoid all the time, thinks

his electronics watch him. Others on the team same thing, nightmares, anxiety, mental breakdowns. Two had to be reassigned. One disappeared. Jake says, We're not just dealing with aliens watching us. They're here, studying us, living among us. They look human. Almost one was fluent in English, knew our culture, passed as a regular guy. That's what terrifies him the most. They could be anywhere, the worst of it. We haven't even touched

the hybrid cases yet. The first time Jake told me about them, I didn't believe him, thought maybe he was cracking under the pressure. But then I saw one that changed everything. It happened after a crash in Utah, similar to the Nevada one. No ID no markings, nothing on radar until it was already in the atmosphere. The object went down in a canyon and the recovery team got

there just before sunrise. When they found the craft, it was similar to the others, seamless, triangle shaped, smooth like ceramic, still warm. But what was different was who or what was inside. Three bodies, two dead, one alive, and almost human. I mean, if you passed this guy on the street, you just think he had weird bone structure or maybe some kind of condition. But when you looked longer, something

was off, just off enough to give you chills. His face was proportion right, eyes, a little too big, skin that looked normal at first but shimmered slightly in the light. He was wearing clothes human style, even had a fake ID. That's when we knew it wasn't just an alien craft. We were looking at something designed to blend in, something made to pass. Medical scan showed everything inside was nearly human,

but not quite different. Organs, redundant systems, his DNA ninety eight percent human, the other two percent we have no idea. He didn't talk, just sat there, watching, calm focused. The tech team couldn't get a read on him. Every monitor went haywatch emp burst happened in short intervals. Lights flickered, machines crashed. We had to move him to a Faraday cage just to keep the instruments running. Over the next few hours, he didn't resist, didn't ask questions, just studied

us like a researcher surrounded by lab rats. He was alert, not scared, like he knew he was going back home eventually. Then he died, no warning, no cause, just dropped like a switch had been flipped. Within minutes, his body started breaking down like he was built with a failsafe, a way to erase himself. But the worst part was what we found later surveillance footage from nearby towns, security cams, atm feeds, traffic lights. That face showed up in three

different places over the past year. Same guy, same weird shimmer, same expressionless stare. He had been living among us for months and it wasn't just him. Since then, and we've idd at least six others, different regions, different covers, but all of them too perfect, too smooth. People with no medical records, no school history, no social security, just dropped into the world like they'd always been there. They show up, observe,

then vanish. Sometimes their apartments are found empty. Sometimes it's like they never existed. One guy had a job at a shipping company for two years, never took sick days, never talked much, always paid in cash. One day, gone, vanished into thin air. These aren't just aliens in disguise. These are lab grown hybrids with a mission. They study us, record us, and from what we can tell, they're not alone.

Every time one vanishes, strange signals follow directed skyward. The theory they're sending intel back home, behavioral logs, medical data, maybe even planed. And the dog Man case that was just one of many cryptid stories. There are creatures out there that don't fit any mold, not sasquatch, not alien, just something else. I'm talking about stuff that seems to live somewhere between known animals and something way more disturbing, like the dog Man thing up in Michigan. One of

our sister units dealt with that last year. I wasn't there for that one, but Tom was. He's one of the most seasoned guys we've got, been through the roughest ops, and he came back from Michigan visibly shaken. That almost never happens. It started when a farmer Bill found his prize bull dead, not just dead, ripped apart in ways that made no sense. Massive wounds, bone shattered, muscle torn like paper. But nothing matched up with bears or mountain

lions or anything in the books. And this bull was massive, over two thousand pounds, mean as hell, could hold its own against any anything out there. Whatever did this killed it fast and clean. It gets worse. The bull wasn't even found where it was killed. Something dragged that two thousand pound beast a quarter mile and it wasn't a tractor or vehicle. There were teeth marks in the hide like it had been dragged by its neck. That strength

were not equipped to measure. They tried to write it off wolves maybe, but wolves haven't been in that part of Michigan for fifty years. State wildlife folks admitted quietly they had no idea what they were dealing with. That's when Tom's unit got called in. Within a week, two more livestock attacks happened. This time the farmer had trail cams what they caught. That's when people started panicking. The thing in the footage looked like it had stepped out

of a horror movie. Stood on two legs like a person covered in dark fur with a wolf like head. The ears moved around like radar dishes, tracking sound from every direction. It was huge, at least seven feet tall, and when it dropped to all fours, it moved faster than a truck over rough terrain. But here's the creepiest part. It was smart. The footage showed it scoping out the property,

avoiding cameras, moving through blind spots. It studied the place like it was planning a military operation, so Tom and his team showed up. They tracked it for three days. The trail led to a ridge with a bunch of limestone caves Around the entrance. They found claw marks and what looked like signs of long term use food caches, bones. They found piles of stolen human stuff, gear clothes, journals, stuff from missing campers and hikers, arranged like a research station.

It looked like the creature had been studying people how we live, what we use, how we think. And then came the fight. When they tried to push deeper into the cave, it ambushed them, came out of a side tunnel that wasn't even on their map. It attacked with precision, using the terrain to its advantage, hitting weak spots in their line, vanishing and reappearing like it had the whole place mapped in its head. It was fast, strong, and terrifyingly smart. It climbed walls, jumped gaps, and even used

high ground to launch down on them. Claws shredded body armor. It bit with the force of a hydraulic press. Every time they tried to pin it down, it escaped through another hidden tunnel. It knew the cave better than the survey team who'd mapped it. Eventually, it got hit bad, serious blood loss. It retreated deep underground, and the team had to crawl through tight, pitch black tunnels just to find the body. Autopsy was above Tom's clearance, but he

saw enough. It wasn't a dog, and it wasn't a man. It had a brain bigger than any canine, hands that could grip tools, and bones built for both walking and running, eyes adapted to the dark, muscles made for killing worse. DNA tests showed it wasn't alone. It was part of a species, maybe dozens of them. Out there and the cave. There were signs of others. Communication marks, scent spots, signs of more. During the fight, they heard distant howls answers

they weren't alone. The official story feral dog pack caves sealed for geological safety. But the truth is these things are real, they're organized, and they're getting bolder. Since then, we've had similar cases pop up in Minnesota, Wisconsin, even Ontario. Same kind of creature, same kind of damage, same intelligence. They're not running anymore, they're defending territory, human expansion, climate shifts,

whatever it is, it's forcing them out. They're pissed, and they're adapting to us faster than we're adapting to them. Every year, more sport's come in, and every year someone's out there making sure it never makes the news. But these things, they're out there and they're watching. Then there's the worst ones. The feral people started out human, not anymore. You know those old horror movies like The Hills have Eyes. People getting attacked by these backwoods wild humans who haven't

seen civilization and generations. That's not just fiction. That stuff has roots in reality, and what's out there now is even worse. These aren't just survivalists or off the grid loaners. We're talking about full on communities of people who have completely given up being part of human society. We're talking about generations of inbreeding, no medical care, no education, no rules. It changes people physically, mentally everything. They've been around longer

than anyone wants to admit. Cases go back over one hundred years. Government knows, they've been keeping tabs and covering it up. Aisles on kids found in the woods, who couldn't talk, who ran on all fours, who didn't understand human behavior. Most of those stories never made the news, too weird, too disturbing. But today it's not just one or two feral kids. It's full tribes. Some live in old mining tunnels, some in deep forests, some in mountains

where no roads go. They've got their own rules now, their own way of life, and it's violent. We got called to one in West Virginia. Family went missing while camping near New River Gorge. Local cops found their RV torn apart. Not just random damage, it was like a coordinated attack. They came in from all sides, cut the power, took everything useful and left the rest. Blood was everywhere,

no bodies. Tracks around the site were human, barefoot toes spread wide like they'd never worn shoes, and the way they moved crouched, not upright like animals, and stay tuned for more sasquatch ott to see. We'll be right back. After these messages, we tracked them into the forest, took two days. Found their camp hidden in a rocky outcropping. You wouldn't even know it was there unless you were looking hard. They had shelters made of sticks, hides, trash, bones,

and yeah, human bones too. When we went in, they didn't panic. They watched from the trees, from the shadows, making animal noises to each other, clicks, grunts. They had a system. We counted maybe fifteen of them, men, women, kids, all of them filthy, half naked, hair like matted ropes, skin covered in sores and scars. Some of them had deformities, extra fingers, messed up jaws, eyes that didn't line up,

stuff you only see with extreme inbreeding. They fought when we moved in, not like scared people, like predators, fast, coordinated, totally fearless. They had weapons made from bones, scrap metal, sharpened sticks. They knew how to fight, how to flank, how to set traps. Took out two of our guys

before we got control. Inside their main cave, we found everything, stuff from missing campers, IDs, backpacks, clothes, personal journals, cooking, pots made from skulls, weapons with hair wrapped around the grips, bones, organized by size, like they had their own system for cataloging victims and journals. Not just from outsiders. Some were from people who joined them, people who walked away from society and never looked back. The writing started out normal,

then slowly fell apart. Grammar got worse, sentences turned to scribbles, and the last entries were just drawings, scenes of hunting, eating, wearing pieces of people. One was from a college professor. He went out studying Appalachian folklore, decided to stay. The last thing he wrote was, they showed me the truth. Civilization is the lie. We burned the whole site after collecting the evidence. Official story meth lab explosion. Standard excuse

keeps people from asking too many questions. Since then, we've had more of these Kentucky, Tennessee, Oregon, Montana. Each time, same pattern, remote group, fully feral, organized, violent, and worst of all, they're expanding, recruiting, not just stealing people convincing them to join. Sometimes they pose as survival instructors, primitive living workshops. They ease people in, then break them down bit by bit until they forget what it meant to

be human. Kids adapt fastest. Within months, they're unrecognizable. This isn't just a backwoods problem. It's a growing threat. These groups are forming networks, trading, sharing information, coordinating attacks, and they know we exist, they know someone's hunting them. We're not just cleaning up old folklore anymore. We're fighting a real war against something that used to be human and chose not to be. And most people have no clue it's happening. Every time you hike into the woods. There's

a chance something's watching. Not an animal, not an alien, just someone who decided the rest of us aren't people anymore. Someone who thinks you're meat, someone who knows how to hunt better than you know how to run. We keep that quiet for good reason. The Kentucky case was something else.

This was a permanent base. We got tipped off when a hiker named Tommy stumbled on the edge of their territory. He was lucky to get out. He reported seeing cages people inside, not wild like the rest, normal people, campers, hunters, travelers. One of them was even a woman whose face had been on missing person posters for weeks. But she wasn't tied up or panicking. She was working with them, helping prepare food, wearing their clothes, hunched and making clicking sounds

like the rest. The conversion process they used it was brutal psychological warfare, sleep deprivation, forced participation in violence rituals. By the time someone joined, they weren't pretending they believed it. The change was real. When we moved in, we expected disorganized chaos. We got the opposite. They had patrols, lookouts, signal systems. Using whistles and animal calls, they spotted us coming. The fight that followed was savage. These weren't amateurs. They

had tactics. They came from multiple angles, used terrain, coordinated. They didn't fear death. They just wanted to protect their way of life. Or maybe they just hated us, doesn't matter either way. It was bloody when it was over. We counted forty two bodies men, women, and even teens who died defending that hell hole. We spent days clearing the tunnels, underground storage chambers full of bones, and worst of all, journals. One room had trophies, wallets, IDs, wedding rings.

We found one journal written by a paramedic who vanish in twenty eighteen. He described the early days being captured, starved, then fed only when he obeyed commands. He wrote about how he stopped thinking of himself as separate from the group, how he started to feel pride when they accepted him. Final entry said the forest provides, we take what we need. The old world was a lie. We incinerated everything, nothing left. Story went out as a drug cartel bust in a

rural area. News barely picked it up. Another meth lab explosion, But that wasn't the end. Tennessee, Oregon, Montana, Wisconsin. We keep finding more of them, better organized, more aggressive, smarter. The Montana group had stolen military equipment, thermal scopes, night vision. One of them was a former soldier trained he taught them how to fight. They built defensive structures. We needed explosives to breach. Megan's group had a whole trade network,

move between different territories, shared food, shared captives. They had waypoints stashed with supplies in trees, caves, hollowed logs, even had a way to signal each other using old CBE radios modified to avoid standard frequencies. The worst part they're recruiting, not just grabbing people from trails. They're approaching people in society, disillusioned people, lonely people offering a new life, promising freedom from the system. And it works. Some people join willingly,

others are broken into it. Kids adapt fastest. We've recovered children who didn't want to leave, who fought to stay, who screamed when we took them away. We're past the point of pretending this is just some weird backwoods thing. It's a growing movement, a shadow society made up of people who have fully rejected what it means to be human.

They're spreading their learning and their planning fighting animals. We're not fighting cults, we're fighting human predators who think the rest of us are weak, soft, and ripe for the taking. I know this all sounds like science fiction, but I've got scars, photos, and memories that prove every word is true. There's a hidden war being fought in the wilderness areas of America, and most people have no idea it's happening.

The government will never admit these threats exist because too many questions would follow about how they developed and why nothing was done sooner. But you wanted to know what really goes on out there in the places most people never see, and now you have the truth. We fight monsters that used to be human, aliens that see us as experimental subjects, and creatures that shouldn't exist according to

mainstream science. We clean up the messes that would cause mass panic if they ever made it into the news. Every time you go hiking or camping in a national forest, you're entering territory where things hunt humans for food, sport, or scientific study. Most of the time you'll never encounter anything more dangerous than a black bear or rattlesnake. But sometimes, if you venture too far off mark trails or stay too long in remote areas, you might run into something

that sees you as prey. That's the reality we deal with every day, and that's why I can never give anyone a straight answer when people ask what I do for a living, because the truth is too dangerous for folks to handle and too classified for me to share with anyone who doesn't already know. But I figured someone like you, who spends time talking about this kind of stuff might be able to handle the real story. Just remember, if you ever decide to go public with any of this,

you didn't get it from me. I've got too much time left on my contract to risk blowing my cover over a podcast story. Stay safe out there, Marcus. All right, that's where Marcus's story ends.

the woods. These things aren't the shy forest giants some people like to imagine. According to Marcus, they're smart, tactical. They wait for the right moment to strike, They avoid surveillance, they destroy communication gear, and when they kill, they do it with terrifying precision. Then there's dog Man, the one from Michigan, a creature that walks like a man but looks like a wolf, complete with military level awareness, night vision,

and brute strength. It knew how to sneak past cameras, studied buildings before it attacked, and set up food storage and observation spots in a cave like some kind of pre editor scientists. That wasn't just hunting. That was strategy. That was war. We're not talking about animals acting on instinct. We're talking about things that think, things that plan. And don't even get me started on the alien tech. Crashed craft that look like ceramic sculptures with no seams, no rivets,

no propulsion systems. We can explain beings that look almost human, almost DNA that's ninety eight percent like ours, but with that extra two percent that makes them something else. Entirely implants made from materials we don't have on Earth. I've done eleven episodes on missing persons in national parks, eleven, and I can tell you the numbers don't make sense, the locations don't make sense. Sometimes the bodies are never found. Sometimes they're found in places no human could have reached

without climbing gear and superhuman endurance. And other times they just vanish without a trace. I'm not saying big did it. I'm not saying aliens did it. But if you line up enough of these stories side by side, and I've read hundreds, you start to notice patterns, strange patterns, too strange to ignore. So here's what I want from you,

the listener. Keep an open mind. That's it. Just don't shut the door so quickly, because maybe, just maybe, there really are units like the one Marcus works for, quiet professionals operating in the shadows, protecting us from things we don't even know exist. Maybe they're cleaning up the aftermath of things that don't belong on this earth, or maybe things that were here long before us. It sounds wild, I know that, but sometimes the truth hides in plain sight.

Sometimes the scariest part isn't what we see. It's what's being kept from us. Thanks for sticking with me through this one. I know it was a heavy episode. And if you've got your own story, something weird, something unexplained, send it in because the more we talk about this stuff, the harder it gets for the truth to stay buried. Send your stories via email. B R I A N at Paranormalworld Productions dot com. And until next time, stay safe,

stay curious, and keep your eyes open. You never know what's out there.