Search And Rescue : The Mysterious Forest
Search And Rescue
Hey there, this series is all about the horrifying search and rescue missions that took place all across the globe with a horrifying background. The following incident is of a forest ranger named "TRAVIS" who was on his duty when he had to eventually take up this mission and he never knew he was on a death road. The story is depicted to have said in TRAVIS's own words.
Road To Dungeon
For a few years, I have been a SAR official now and on my path to discovering missing persons, I have a very excellent record. They go away from the route most of the time or slide down a little precipice and can't find a way back there. Most of them heard the old saying about 'staying where you are,' and they walked not far. But where it didn't happen, I've got two examples. Both annoy me a lot, and I utilize them to seek even more difficultly for the missing people I am called to.
The first was a little boy with her parents who had been picking beer. He was together with his sister and they both missed about the same time. They lost their parents for a few seconds, and both the children seemed to have walked away at the moment. They phoned us and we came out to hunt for the place when their parents couldn't find it.
The daughter we located very soon and she informed us that she'd been picked up by the bear guy when we inquired where her brother was. He handed her berries and ordered her to be silent, she stated he wanted to play for a while with her brother. He rides on the shoulder of the 'Bearman' and looked to be peaceful the last time she had seen her brother. Our initial idea was, of course, kidnapping; nevertheless, we never located in that location a sign of another person.
The small child insisted that he was not an ordinary guy; he was tall and hair-covered, 'like a bear,' with a 'strange face.' It was one of the most protracted calls I ever had but never discovered any sign of the youngster. This was the place we looked for for weeks. The other was a young woman who walked with her grandmother and her mother. The mother says her daughter had gone up a tree to see nature better and never came down again. They waited hours at the foot of the tree and shouted her name before asking for assistance. We've again looked all around, and we've never discovered a trace of it. I don't know where she might have gone because her mother or grandfather didn't see her come down.
I went out with a canine a number of times and they tried to take me up the cliffs straight. I was looking for a canine. Not slopes, not even faces of rock. Simple cliffs with no handholds possible. It's always confusing, and typically we locate the person on the opposite side of the cliff or kilometers from where the canine brought us. There's certainly some explanation, I'm sure, but it's kind of weird.
The rehabilitation of the body was a particularly tragic instance. A girl of 9 years fell on a bucket and was impaled at the base of a dead tree. It was a total freak crash, but when we informed her what had happened I will never forget the cry of the mother. She watched the corpse bag carried into the ambulance, and the heart-breaking cry I've ever heard was let forth. It seemed like her whole existence collapsed and a piece of her with her kid perished. A few weeks after this happened, I learned from another officer of the SAR that she killed herself. With her daughter's loss, she could not live.
I had been partnered up with another SAR officer because we got bears reports in the region. We were hunting for a person who didn't come home on an alleged climbing expedition and finally, we had to make a severe ascent to where we thought he would be. In a tiny crevice with a fractured leg, we discovered him stranded. It wasn't nice. His leg was practically two days there, and obviously, his leg was infected. We got him to a chopper, and one of the EMTs told me that the guy is really uncomfortable. He continued to tell how he was okay, and as he got to the top, a man was there told him that the guy wasn't equipped for climbing and he wore a panty park. He stepped up to the man, and he stated he had no face when the man turned around. It was only white. He was frightened and finally tried to escape off of the mountain too rapidly, thus he fell. He told me that he could hear the person throughout the night, climb the mountains, and make these dreadful silly shouts. This tale disturbed the fuck from me. I'm happy that I didn't listen to it.
The hunt for a young woman who would have got separated from her party was one of the most frightening stuff that I ever had to find. Because of the dogs her smell, we remained outside till late at night. She was curled up behind a huge, rotting wood when we found her. She missed her shoes and bag, and it was obvious that she was in shock. She had no injuries and we could get her back to basic operations with us. She continued to watch after us and asked us why we were following 'that huge man with a black eye.' There were none we could observe, therefore we only noted it as a strange shock symptom. But as we drew close to the base, this lady grew increasingly upset.
She continued to beg me to say to him that he stop her 'facing.' She stopped at one point, turned around, and began to shout in the wilderness, screaming that she wanted him to leave her alone. She didn't go with him, she said. She doesn't hand him to us. She didn't. We finally persuaded her to go on, but we began to hear these strange sounds coming from all over us. It was almost as coughing, but more rhythm and more profound. I honestly don't know how to describe it otherwise, it was almost insect-like. When we are on the basis of basic operations, the woman turns to me and I can imagine that a human may be able to open her eyes. She's touching my shoulder and telling me to accelerate. He doesn't want to stare at your neck's scar.
On the basis of my neck, I have a very little scar, but it is mainly concealed beneath my neck, and I don't know how the woman spotted it. I hear this strange coughing in my ear soon after she says it, and I just sprung out of my skin. I tried not to show her how unpleasant I was, but I must tell that I was thrilled when we went out this night. I was very delighted.
It's the final one I'm going to tell, and perhaps the strangest thing I've ever done. I don't know now whether this's true in all SARs, but it's like a normal, unspoken thing in my mind. You can attempt to question other SAR officials about it, but they generally won't say anything about it, even if they know what you're talking about. Our bosses ordered us not to talk about it, and we all became so used to it that it no longer seemed strange. We were told not to speak about it. In every case, I mention 30 or 40 kilometers, we're going to have an escalator in the center of the forest, wherever we truly are in the wilderness. It is like taking the steps, cutting them out, and putting the stairs in the jungle. I initially questioned about it, and the other officer merely said that it was usual to not worry about it. The same thing I asked everybody. I wanted to check them out, but I was informed that I should never come close to them, rather firmly. When I run across that, I just disregard it now, since it happens so often.
I have a lot more to say, and I'll probably relate some of them later if anyone is interested. Please let me know if you have any thoughts regarding the stairs or if you've seen them yourself.