True TAIWAN Horror story

They were left in a world lit only by the fire, surrounded by silence.

That night, both hunters clutched their rifles and stayed awake until the first light of dawn broke the strange pressure.

After taking turns napping, they packed up and continued the search.

You know that feeling of being watched in the middle of the night?

According to them, if a wild animal locks onto you, it might silently ambush you. But if it’s unsure whether you’re prey, it’ll show itself, observe your reaction, and then decide whether to strike.

That invisible pressure descended on them—an overwhelming dread that raised goosebumps and set their nerves on edge.

Both reacted instantly, raising their rifles, sticking hunting knives into the ground, and standing back-to-back, scanning their surroundings. Yet there wasn’t a single sign of life around them. The three dogs, though scared, loyally growled softly in front of their masters.

This unseen tension lingered for a while as they swept their rifles around. Finally, after hearing a faint cackling sound, the pressure began to dissipate.

But they knew, in that moment, something had been sizing them up as potential prey…

After it passed, they gasped for air.

A few moments later, they debated whether to keep tracking. They had clues now—maybe it was enough to hand over to the search team and avoid further risk.

At the older hunter’s insistence, they pressed on. After packing up, the older hunter placed the small game they’d hunted days earlier on a prominent, clean rock (an offering?), then resumed the chase.

This time, they found one of the missing men’s backpacks. And pants.

The hunters were utterly baffled… Pants?

If dropping the backpack was to lighten their load, what was the deal with the pants?

But they knew they were close.

As they continued, they found more items—tarps, shoes—scattered along the way.

These belongings painted a picture of desperation and helplessness, likely signaling the tragic fate of the missing men.

When they stumbled upon a jawbone and a broken thigh bone, they confirmed at least one had perished. Though they couldn’t tell whose bones they were, they could identify the other man.

Because when they found one of the missing men’s gloves, his hand was still inside it.

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The middle-aged hunter, his face flushed from drinking, slurred drunkenly, “So I’m telling you, if you hire us to go there this time, you’re set. I guarantee you’ll be safe and sound :) ”

Friend’s companion: “Then we’ll be counting on you, big bro!”

After hearing this exchange, my friend noticed the older hunter sitting outside, smoking, humming a tune, and petting the dogs. He went over to chat with the old hunter for a bit.

The older hunter smoked and sipped his drink while talking.

Friend: “Sounds like there was quite a few beasts out there that time.”

Old: “Beasts? Sure, let’s call them that.”

Friend: “What do you mean? Based on what the middle-aged guy said, shouldn’t you be able to tell what kind of beast it was from bite marks?”

The older hunter exhaled a puff of smoke, paused for a moment, then said, “How do you judge without bite marks?”

Friend: “…No bite marks?”

Old: “Those remains? Not a single bite mark. They were torn apart.”

Friend: “…”

Old: “And didn’t he keeps seeing about weird shadows?”

Friend: “You mean they weren’t?”

The older hunter gave my friend a knowing look and said, “I know what he saw—those ‘shadows’ or whatever. I’ve told him plenty of times ….. What I saw was a creature with half its face exposed, staring at us. Its face was filthy, streaked with blood, grinning wickedly with sharp teeth.”