Usually, unexplained things are scary and dangerous.

I mean, possibly being dangerous is what makes them creepy much of the time.

But as you'll see tonight with these stories, sometimes the unexplained is very, very deadly.

Welcome back to Unexplained Encounters.

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I spent the weekend with a family friend. Needless to say, I'm not going back. From Colonel Howard. This traumatic experience occurred in Northern Michigan in late

2018 when I was 13, so about six years ago as of writing

this. Me, my mom, and my grandmother, and my stepdad, all planned a weekend vacation to visit a

friend, whom my mom had met that past summer while traveling the UP, or Upper Peninsula.

We had a week to prepare, and to say I wasn't thrilled about this trip would have been

an understatement and a half, as I was not a social kid, and I'm still not a social person

now.

This was early November, and Red Dead Redemption 2 had just released.

I was not about to leave it for a weekend over

some random woman my mom had met, not five months prior. We lived in the southern regions of Michigan,

so the drive up there took about seven hours, and I was losing my mind sitting in that cramped car

for all that time. I kept myself occupied, switching between

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