/x/ - Paranormal

Anyway, we were alone in the african bush in this bakkie, the guys acted tough and one of them made a joke out of pointing at everything we saw and going "I bet that'd look good in my wall!" and belly laughing. But I could tell they were secretly a bit on edge, the bush at night has some really distinct sounds and most animals don't sound like you'd imagine they do.

All we had protection wise was a .22 rifle under my seat and a powerful lamp I used for spotting, we were out for about two hours before things started to get weird

I took them to a place we used for picnics in the day, good visibility and hardly anything bigger than Impala ever came near.

Snacks were dried meats, some crisps and lots of beer, the moon was as bright as ever and the stars were almost unaffected, the nearest town was miles away and it was just two streets with a few shops.

I had my rifle by my side for obvious reasons, when we hear this roar in the distance, you know that almost… demented roar the t-rex makes in Jurassic park? It sounded like that - Don't worry, no dinosaurs in this story. At first I dismissed it as a lion as they have a pretty strange vocal range but it kept going on, and it was getting closer.

The guys were already pretty spooked but tried to act brave for their girls, who by now were back in the bakkie with the blankets over their laps, except for one who was a fair distance out with a beer in her hand taking pictures of the stars and the mountains (The mountains were the Drakensberg range and were the only real elevation in the area.

We were about to pack up, I'd clingfilmed the food and the guys took a few more beers for the next few hours and dramatically jumped back in the truck. The wife, let's call her Sara, was in the same place, just standing still looking out at the mountains, her husband, Let's call him Jeff, was calling for her but she either didn't hear or was too busy taking her pictures.

After a good two minutes of the entire bakkie shouting for her, I switch on the engine and drive towards her, waving my strobelight at her, we get to her and she, I don't even know how to explain it, wakes up? She just shuddered and regained consciousness fully standing up, She even asked how we get to her so quickly

Everyone was a bit freaked out, especially Jeff who after all this told me how "fucking shitting himself" he was, direct quote I might add.

I'm a little on edge at this point, but it could have been anything, the African bush is freezing cold at night, we all had a good few layers on plus blankets and I had the heater on in my cabin so it could have been early hypothermia or even food poisoning, she'd been eating alot of Biltong (Basically Jerky but prepared differently and raw), who knows.

That was until the roaring started up again, but this time somehow a higher pitch, I tried to carry on the drive, we saw a herd of buffallo at a watering hole and a baby elephant but the roaring was always there, at one point it sounded like it was right ahead of us.

Eventually I give the guys a question, I say I have to investigate this as it could have been an injured animal, we had about 25,000 acres and the whole big five plus a bunch of other life, but it could have been a lion that was illegally shot, and that meant poachers, and that means a big fucking deal considering we had about 20 Rhinos in our land at that point.

I say I can either drive half an hour back to the lodge and drop them off and cut the tour short or I can carry on the tour for an extra hour and a half but investigate the noise, the vote was 5-3 for investigating, so I head towards the noise, I call in the local anti poaching team in our area and say what's happening and ask if they've had any unknown vehicles or broken fences in the area and there was nothing

On the way we found this eland carcass on the floor that was fucking DISEMBOWELED but not eaten, Elands are these 800lb 3m high monsters, we didn't have anything on our land that could do this, Only Lions Hyenas and leopards, hell the closest thing in Africa capable of doing anything close to this would be a painted dog pack and we had none of them.

At this point, shit gets real

Roaring sounds like it's basically right behind us, and we're going about 65kmh, I radioed in the nearest lodge on our reserve and asked if they could hear anything, they say they've heard a few hyenas by the lodge but nothing big.

There's another corpse ahead of us, a giant sable just laying in the road, again disemboweled but no sign of a struggle or the animal being eaten

At this point, I nope the fuck out, hit the gas and phone up this guy wayne, the general manager at the lodges on our reserve and tell him what happened, I could almost hear the fear in his voice as he told me to get back to a lodge as soon as possible and he said he'd phone the lodge managers and tell them to lock up completely.

It takes about half an hour at full pelt to get back to the lodge the guests were staying at, my uncle was there at the main gate waiting for us with the gate guard, they had their rifles pointed behind us and looked wide eyed, ushering us in. Apparently the roaring followed us here, as we drove to lodge garage my cousin ushered the guys back to their rooms in the guest courtyard and locked the door to the courtyard, telling them to stay in their rooms until we get them in the morning and to not alert the other guests.We usually have our gate guards live in small huts inside the first gate but all the lodges invited theirs into the concrete walls of the compound.

OP is kill.

>>20038

And roleplaying

Hunters + speakers

Still they are worse, you can easily kill a lion with some bullets before they can get what is happening.

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