I clicked on a video that came up in my feed because it looked like one of his videos, thumbnail and all. The sound was kind of wonky, which made me realize it’s a channel that’s just stealing his content.

I know you can report channels like this, but I don’t know how much good it does from just a viewer. Is there an address to submit this to, or is this really common and it doesn’t matter?

This is the channel, if it matters:
Youtube.com/@CrimeTogether

All I can remember is a woman went missing and the last time she was spotted, she was captured on an atm camera. I can't remember if it was an atm, all I know is the image looked like it could be from CCTV. The image was black and white.

Been watching MrBallen for God knows how long now. Years of my life. Especially me who lives in Massachusetts finding out one of your favorite YouTubers/authors and host of podcasts is also from your home state makes it feel a little bit more personal. After unfortunately missing out on when he went on tour and a few other opportunities after that, I finally got my shot. I met the man himself. And he's just as awesome and kind and compassionate and all of the above as I imagined he'd be in person. Had an awesome conversation with him. And snapped a photo. Such an awesome experience. And hopefully we can cross paths again one of these days.

And also to u/johnballen416

I don't know if you'll see this but thank you so much for taking the time to meet me! Seriously your videos have genuinely helped me through some of the toughest times of my life for years now. And they always give me something to look forward to. I was going to say that to you in person but I was nervous and I didn't want to take up too much time lol it was a pleasure meeting you! Hopefully we'll cross paths again one of these days!

I know there was the recent one about the teenage kid that was sneaking inside the home of his crush and pretending to be a ghost, but there was another one that happened in the 1940s and he showed the b&w picture of a creepy looking man they pulled out the attic. Was there another one?

I submitted a few story ideas on the really big thread in the group, but later realized it’s very old. Also I didn’t write the stories up. I can write the middle one up since it involved my father, but the other two stories are well known true stories in this area.

Should I post them somewhere else?

Hi! My story is a little short but this really happened about 25 years ago.

I've always had a curiosity about the supernatural/unknown. A friend of mine had gotten a hold of what I believe is called a "Mystic Circle". A ouija board of sorts. Anyway, we began playing with it and decided it would be fun to go to one of the more beautiful cemeteries and try it out there. Respectfully we approached several graves and asked questions regarding the people buried there.

It appeared that many of the answers were sad and didn't want to be bothered. We kept hanging around there and we stayed for approximately 2 hours. During this time we took several pictures trying to capture orbs as well. Our pictures revealed several orbs, especially around some of the statues and a few on some of the graves.

We were having so much fun that we hadn't really noticed anything. Finally, I felt something pull at my blouse. Right around the shoulder. I looked around and saw my friend a little further up ahead but nothing else close enough to have touched me. So I got a little spooked and I asked my friend if maybe we should leave. She asked why so I told her what had just happened. We agreed to leave and we went to her brand new F-150 truck.

We hopped right in but the truck would not start. There was absolutely no power in that truck. By then we were getting quite scared. We sat there and looked around to see if there was anything out in the cemetery nearby. There was absolutely nothing. No lights and not a single sound. It was eerily quiet. After a few minutes my friend attempted to start her truck again and nothing. We locked ourselves in the truck and looked around some more. Not a single sound.

Again she tried to start her truck and this time it started. We left as fast as possible. The only thing I can say about this experience is we had been told we were not welcome. Yet we continued with our quest for something interesting. We got more than we anticipated and I was haunted for several months. At this point, I decided to destroy all of the digital pictures I had collected. They kept reappearing for quite some time. I ended up getting my home blessed and it seems to have worked.

My curiosity is still there but I fight with myself so I won't do that again.

I do have another experience with some type of supernatural entity. I'll just wait for your answer about this experience I had.

Thank you so much for your time 😊

By the way, I am a big fan of yours. I have loved every single story and the way you deliver them. Keep up the amazing work you do. 😄

Hey John, I wanted to thank you for your service, as well as posting people's stories so they are heard too!

This story is on the short end of the stick, but I thought I should post it. So, I worked at a Harbor Freight back when I was homeless; I had a rough go with getting help to stabilize myself where my only support was what I brought in as a part time employee. A woman I worked with, named Jenna; saw me sitting outside of work and eventually, the store manager heard about it and they wanted to move me in with Jenna and her son, Kam. About 6-7 months into living together; we struggled some financially, but we held the fort down; until November 11th, 2023. Around 10:30pm, I was asleep on the couch when I woke up to someone trying to break down our front door. Instinctively, I hopped up and ran to the door; opened it and met a man with a soaking wet shower robe, a gun in one hand and he was wearing nothing else. He was raising the gun as if he was going to shoot me and in this primal/instinct phase; I grabbed the barrel and rose it in the air; struggling with this man. For context, I am 6'5, 220 pounds at the time; trying to enlist in the Army as a diesel mechanic and he was about 6'-6'1, 300 pounds. I cornered him outside the apartment and begin to yell that he needs to drop the gun and everything will end; he told me he didn't want to shoot me over and over and finally, I headbutted his nose, busting or breaking it and that's when he shot me through the pelvis. Jenna's son, Kam, was around 15-17 years old and while I was on the ground, still holding onto John's gun, Kam started throwing punch after punch, connecting John's face and he finally loosened the gun; enough to where I could grab it and throw it. Jenna picks it up and runs in the apartment, awaiting for the police to show up. After I threw the gun, he began running downstairs; straight into police.​ Roughly 1 year later, after a felony immediation and some court appearences; he agreed to 5 years in prison for 2nd degree assault with a deadly weapon. His name is John Glen Murphy and the area it happened in was Lexington, KY; in Eastland and there's 2 news stations that I know of that has ran the story, which are WKYT and LEX18 news.

I recently got into the podcast after his appearance on Rogan. I’m finding that I really like the “campfire” stories, but it seems like those are a more recent thing.

I guess my question is before these certain episodes were labeled as “campfire” episodes, is there a way to discern between those type of episodes and the more normal episodes.

Not that I don’t enjoy the other episodes, I just find myself enjoying the campfire stories a little more!

Thanks to anyone who can help!

I held on too long couldn’t leave chasing shadows of what I could t believe every words you said cuts sharper the glass but I stayed in the storm letting moments pass I list my smile I lost my nights

Hi there. I listened to a story few months ago and can’t recall what the story was but at the end a fong played with the above lyrics. It maybe AI generated I don’t know. Does anyone know where I can find it. It was a female voice singing.

Thanks.

Hello everyone, I need help. There are two videos that I've been wanting to rewatch but can't seem to remember the title or find the videos.

The first one is about two siblings who get lost in a forest. The brother makes it home but doesn't realize his sister is still in the woods. While she's lost in the woods, she runs into a group of people. But these people behave oddly and hide behind trees when she gets close to them and she spends the night hearing them come closer to her

The second one is of a younger boy who gets lost in a forest and runs into some magic people. I think he hears a drum playing before runs into them. Then when he is eventually found, days had passed, but to him, it had only been a couple of hours.

Thank you in advance

I received help from a volunteer. I always forget why I make art so rarely until I decide to take on something thats high effort again. 😭. But I am determined. This will be done tomorrow!

My copy just came in today. I can’t wait to start reading it.

Hi, my name is CJ and I wanted to share a personal, true paranormal encounter that I had. I have always been skeptical of the paranormal and supernatural yet spiritual at the same time; but this encounter that happened to me in freshman year of college really stuck with me; and after hearing Mr.Ballen’s personal haunting I wanted to share it here. 

For context, I have always been into the supernatural and divination. I had a load of psychedelic experiences where I encountered religious, powerful forces intertwined within the earth. However, I never took any of the “ghost stories” seriously and took a lot of that type of stuff at face value. In this story, it was about 4 months after my last experience, which happened to be one of my most powerful and life changing ones. At this time, I was completely sober and trying to enhance my lifestyle, which made this encounter much more jarring to me.

I grew up in Utah and attend college there; we have a lot of Native American history (in fact, Skinwalkers as a concept originate from the tribes here!). In April of 2024 (my freshman year), me and a large group of friends decided to take a long weekend camping trip to Moab. Moab is the ancestral land of a few indigenous tribes, including the Navajo, Paiute and Hopi. It is notorious for its beautiful petroglyphs carved by natives millennia ago (some of the illustrations are fascinating I highly recommend you check it out). 

I had been to Moab dozens of times and truly enjoyed it. Besides on my senior camping trip, where I had a really creepy experience in a tent with my friend who gets night terrors… that has its own story but is far more explainable and less traumatizing than this one. Out of all the campsites I had stayed at I only really had one that brought me peace. It was in the bluffs outside of the valley, but it was very far from everything to do. My friends are huge rock climbers and wanted to be much closer to the climbing so they ignored my pleas to stay at my signature spot and to find another spot. We found a camping spot that happened to be at an area known as moonflower canyon, right on Kane Creek Road. I was extremely hesitant about moonflower canyon, even though I was a skeptic; one of my teachers in elementary school was Navajo and when we took a 5th grade class trip to Moab, she shared with us some eerie legends of the canyon. The canyon itself is named after a sacred plant called Datura which has deliriant effects when consumed and has been used in divination by dark witches and wizards of the Navajo faith for years (in fact, in Navajo folklore this plant is HIGHLY connected to rituals in which dark shamans BECOME skin walkers).  

The first legend is one of “the River Witch”; which is similar to the story of La Llorona, a mourning indigenous mother who drowned herself in the Colorado River right next to Moonflower Canyon and haunts the shores at night. Another common occurrence (which I had heard from my teacher as well as climbing guides that my dad had worked with in Moab growing up) is a dark, invisible presence looming over the canyon. It is common that at night, hikers and bikers emerging from the canyon feel a dark, invisible presence pursuing them before dissapearing once they exit the cottonwood trees. Satanic occult rumors also float around Moab about the canyon, and people have said to have heard rituals coming from within the trees. The most fascinating of these legends however (which I had learned about through research) is the “Bull Head”; which you can actually see detailed on a petroglyph in the walls of the Colorado River canyon near Moonflower. This story has been reported by hiking groups encountering a tall, dark shadowy figure with a large head, bright eyes, and horns within the canyon. All and all, pretty creepy place with a lot of paranormal history and rumors.

Despite my skepticism, and given all of these rumors and the fear engrained in me since childhood, I felt extremely uncomfortable from the start. I mean this campsite was DIRECTLY across from Moonflower Canyon. I told my friends (none of whom were from Utah or had been to Moab) these stories while climbing during that first day but they said it was a load of horse shit and called me a tweaker. But nonetheless, I ignored this eerie feeling and brushed it off. We went climbing a bit farther down the road that day and all was fun. We then went to town, got some dinner, and returned to camp where I immediately felt an uncomfortable feeling. We spent the first night alone in the campsite besides one other camper. This other camper was an elderly man who came alone with his pet cat. Kind of a weird partner to bring camping but nevertheless was cool. This man was rugged and spoke very slowly to us, sometimes in a way that felt personally intruding and threatening. He clearly had drug problems and I could hear him talking to himself in his camp. I heard over and over him say “Oh dammit! Curse you!” To random things throughout the night. I heard him say “curse you” multiple times to the point that it felt really weird and redundant. I tried to ignore it though, but the mixture of vibes was making me pretty freaked out.

And I just want to say this for posterity, throughout our time there, there was never not a time when I did not feel a dreadful presence. I kept hearing things and feeling like I was being watched. Whenever we left the area, it would all go away, in fact this feeling became so dreadful by the second day that I really dreaded going back to the campsite. My mind felt racy and I really wanted an excuse to either move or leave.

But I slept horribly that first night and tossed and turned, which as an insomniac without my meds is normal, and definitely felt a bit of nerves but nothing too major. I woke up that next morning with a really weird pain in my neck, and that day we were going canyoneering with one of my dad’s old climbing guides (my dad ran a guide service that had a branch in Moab). I didn’t ever ask him about the canyon but wish I had honestly. Once we finished canyoneering and dinner, and it was time to head back, I had a sagging feeling in my stomach so bad that I ended up getting a little sick in the bathroom. I powered through, regrettably, because what happened next I will never ever forget. 

We returned to camp at 5pm. We still had a good bit of the day left so we decided to hike up the nearby rim trail to a good bouldering area called “the Labyrinth”; which is this huge, beautiful boulder field overlooking Kane Creek Rd. It is frequently travelled as an ORV destination, but there weren’t really any hikers over there. It was also right across from camp and adjacent to the canyon, so the dreadful feeling was still there while we were there. Although it was very beautiful. 

Once we were up there, all of the sudden a large storm cloud started rolling in. It was dark and heavy and was carrying a lot of wind and rain. We could not tell where it was moving and the lack of cell service took away the ability to check the radar. We trusted it was moving away and continued bouldering. Faster than you could snap your fingers, though, the storm was right overhead and it had an appetite. 

We frantically gathered our things to run down the trail back to camp, our tents were uncovered after all. We were all separated, 4 of my friends behind me and 2 in front of me. I was primarily alone though and we were all sporatic. The sky turned from a grey to a black as the extremely strong storm was overhead. Once the sky turned dark above me, I knew something was REALLY off. That dreadful feeling, along with the feeling of being alone, was amplified by 10. There was still enough light to see but barely so I took out my flashlight. I stopped to gauge where I was and make sure I didn’t walk straight off the cliff. 

I looked around to start gauging where I was and in the distant treeline of short junipers, about 1-200 feet away, I saw a tall, black shadowy figure emerge from one of the trees. And slowly walk diagonally towards me. I was immediately shocked and couldn’t move or say anything, I could not believe what I was seeing. This figure was about 9 feet tall with long slender arms and a large head. It kind of looked like an Enderman. 

I sat there in shock, watching this large figure slowly move and walk towards me. It then turned away and walked horizontally and stood between two other junipers staring directly at me. I started frantically yelling hello and who is that, and it just stared at me, silent, piercing my soul. I did not see its face and throughout the entire thing, in my mind it was the last thing I wanted to see, it would traumatize me (or ruin my life as Ballen says). But I heard sticks cracking from it’s general direction, it sounded methodical like someone was standing there snapping sticks over and over, and I have no idea if it was this creature or if it was the wind. I began to cry a little bit actually and was having a really scary emotional experience. All of the sudden my friends come up behind me and stop at me and say “Hey man are you ok?”. And I was clearly in shambles, I told them Id explain later and we walked back to camp. At camp, I told them of my experience. Some were hesitant and laughed at me; but two of my friends had equally weird encounters in that period of time during the storm, and while they didn’t voice it during our group discussion they pulled me aside, visibly concerned, after. The first, one of my friends behind me, saw a cat running around the rocks at incredible speed towards the exact treeline where I saw the figure and disappearing into the brush. It was odd but did not really shake them up much (until later on). My other friend, ahead of me, got back to the parking lot and saw a man in a blue jogging outfit (who we actually saw running earlier that evening in the area) frantically pacing around the outhouse, in circles, with what appeared to be a smile on his face. Now I dont know if they were fucking with me or if this actually happened but they did seem very concerned and haven’t told me that it didn’t happen by now. 

That night, I had pretty much a full blown mental breakdown. It was too late to drive home and I was fairly sleep deprived from tossing and turning that first night. I went into my tent almost immediately after eating. I teared up in my tent and felt a really dark presence. My friends planned to stay the next night again, but I knew for sure I was leaving that next morning. I didn’t care if they made fun of me or not for it I just needed to go.

After listening to all of my friends laugh then eventually wind down, I was still awake and scared. This is where the last creepy event occurred. It was about midnight, and the old man next to us came back from somewhere. He had a flashlight in hand and his cat’s empty crate. He walked towards his site but stopped dead in front of ours. He turned and faced our campsite, shining the light at all of us. He set the empty crate down and just stared at our camp standing still for 2 straight minutes before picking the crate back up and moving along. Another full panic attack ensued.  

That morning when the sun came up, I was out of there as fast as a barracuda on speed. Most of my friends wanted to stay but me and two others decided to leave first. All of my friends, however, that morning had headaches and were extremely irritable for some reason. As I packed up everything, the man came over to us freaking out saying his cat was gone and that he lost his cat. My friend who saw the cat told him what he saw and the man stopped talking, stared at him, looked down at the ground, then shook his head with a smirk. I was like “what the fuck?”. We got on the road and made our way home. About an hour later, all my friends said they felt sick and decided to head home as well.

To this day, I have never forgotten this experience. I haven’t really had any other paranormal or weird experiences, and have been back to Moab since. But to this day, I never want to go near or see that area of Kane Creek Rd again. I dont know what I saw or how to explain it, but all of the weird stuff that happened to me felt connected. I think my friends were all pretty scarred by the trip too, but all for our own different reasons. None of us really like to talk about our experience there and it usually results in arguments weirdly enough. 

I will attach some photos below, if you see anything weird in em LMK. They are mostly landscape but gives good space to inspect the space for weird stuff. I have more photos as well. Anyways thank you for reading! I think if Ballen saw this and shared it on the channel it would be super cool, even if he just read this and heard my tale I think he would be intrigued. So Ballen, if you’re reading this, im a huge fan and thank you for reading my story!

I don't really know where else to share this. I'm so happy with how this is going!...I'm also so ready for sleep before adding color. Id say wish me luck with finishing it, but I need willpower more than luck here. I'll definitely come back when it's done.

Also, my cat decided to make an appearance. I guess shes a fan, too.

My pre-order of The Terror Within arrived today! As always, it's fantastic and I sped through it in one sitting. I think my favorite story out of this one was The Red Ghost, but I'm curious what y'all's favorites were.

I also want to add that I appreciate MrBallen using the correct translation for Kholat Syakhl. It's a pet peeve of mine that most people who talk about Dyatlov Pass translate the name as "Mountain of the Dead" when the literal meaning is "Dead Mountain".

I've watched probably 40-50 episodes so far and love it. I prefer the creepy stuff to the strange facts. My favorites so far have been the kid in the cabin with the snowprints on the roof, and more recently the Siberian tiger revenge story. I don't want any part of something horrifically disgusting like a father impregnating his own daughter. Any recommendations?

I would LOVE to see MrBallen cover the Station Nightclub fire in Rhode Island.

There is honestly so much material here that I’m surprised it hasn’t gotten a full episode. On February 20, 2003, more than 400 people were packed inside The Station nightclub in West Warwick, Rhode Island to see Great White perform.

Pyrotechnics used during the opening song ignited the acoustic foam around the stage, and within minutes the entire place was engulfed. 100 people died and more than 200 were injured.

It became one of the deadliest nightclub fires in U.S. history.
And the amount of footage and firsthand information available is horrifying. A local TV cameraman happened to be INSIDE the club filming that night because he was working on a story about nightclub safety. He captured the fire beginning, people initially not realizing what was happening, the panic once everyone understood, and the evacuation.

There are also tons of survivor interviews and individual stories about people escaping through windows, getting separated from friends and family, going back inside to help others, and surviving horrific injuries.

But the part that really made me think this belongs on MrBallen is that there are also some very strange survivor stories surrounding it.

One survivor has talked publicly about believing that a spirit intervened and helped save his life during the fire. Another survivor reportedly became trapped and reached the point where he accepted that he was going to die. He then said he saw BOTH of his deceased grandmothers in the fire, and they told him that it wasn’t his time. He survived.

There are also families of victims who have reported strange things afterward that they interpreted as signs or communication from the people they lost. Even without the paranormal accounts, the actual story is terrifying enough for an episode. But between the footage, the unbelievable coincidences, the survivor accounts, the investigation and aftermath, and the supernatural experiences some people reported, I feel like there are so many different directions he could take this.

So this story is absolutely true I will change names of all people involved ( im sure if you search for it you can find it) It was Friday in late September of 2016 in chickamauga GA. James a highscool junior was sitting at home not really doing much of anything, when his phone began to buzz and light up. James and his 2 of his friends had been texting ever since he had got off the bus. His friends wanted to go do something later that night. They wanted to play a game. James always enjoyed this game, but he wasn't feeling to good , and wasn't sure if was going tonight or not. His friends ( Scott and Danny ) continued to text him begging him to join them. They really wanted him to go and play this game with them. After some back and forth James said alright.

Later that evening ( around 8:30) Scott pulled up to James's house in his 1980s Ford pickup. Scott blew his horn ,and James ran out. After James got in they drove started to drive to Danny's house. During the drive James asked Scott if he had brought the supplies for the game, and Scott he reassured him that yeah he has everything. We are good to have a good time. After picking up Danny The trio drove to this massive field with freshly cut grass, beautiful trees, and decorative stones, and they began to play this game. The rules of this game were pretty simple. Break these decorative stones into small pieces.

After about 30 minutes the trio began to feel a bit tired. They had been running around and laughing and just having a great time. Than James froze because he saw someone watching them. It was a older woman, and she was on the phone with someone. It took him a minute, but he recognized her. This was her land that they were on. About this time the 3 friends began hearing sirens coming closer and closer. Before they could react the police were there, and they were chasing James and his friends.

Scott and Danny were quickly grabbed by police, but James he managed to evade them. James continued to run and hid from police for several minutes. This until he decided to jump over one of those decorative stones, but he wasn't expecting what was on the other side.

A short while late Scott and Danny were in the back of the police cars when an officer came up to them, and asked who and where was their friend. Scott nor Danny told them anything. So the police began a grid search for the 3rd man. After about 2 hours the police would find James at the bottom of a large pit. He had cuts, bruises ,and multiple broken bones.

The next day the pit would be filled in. And a decorative stone placed where it once was. the game James, Scott, and Danny was playing was tombstone smashing, and James fell into a grave which hadn't been filled in until after the funeral service.

All three boys were charged with multiple crimes and pled out

My memory is a little fuzzy regarding the episode but I remember there was this girl who was murdered and her dad devoted years of his life to finding her killer and it turned out to be the literal detective who was in charge of solving the murder, who also turned out to be spearheading a whole drug ring. I also remember one part where Mr ballen said that the detective would pick up the dad so they can find whatever clues they can find when everyone else gave up and forgot about the case and I remember being disgusted because the killer was basically right next to him the whole time he was stressing over finding his daughter’s killer. I know my explanation is all over the place but that’s all I remember. I do remember feeling gutted when I first listened to it and i would like to listen to it again.

Thanks!

Offer to help the Like button move into their new house, but show up three hours late on a tandem bicycle.

When I was listening to this story, I thought I was having Déjà vu, but as the story went on when he brought up the foot steps on the roof it clicked that I’ve heard this story before and I’m 99% sure it was a Nosleep I read maybe 10 years ago. Has anyone else made this realization? I’m gonna head over to [r/nosleepfinder](r/nosleepfinder) because I feel like I’m going crazy.

Edit: found it https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/s/NqEEVQACfi