Search And Rescue : The Mysterious Forest

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Search And Rescue The Mysterious Forest
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S earch 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. R oad 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.
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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
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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
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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.