Unexplained Phenomena: The Dead Village, Rain Phenomena, YouTube Mystery

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church bells rang in the distance. Below. them was a quaint small village of. Kersey. They walked down the slope. toward the town expecting to find a pub. or a telephone. Instead, everything just. stopped. The bells went silent, the birds. vanished, and the only sound left was. their footsteps on the grass. But there. was something new. The smell of death. [Music].

Surely you can't be serious. I am. serious, and don't call me Shirley. I. wasn't calling you Shirley. Uh where's the first aid kit and and and. an extra cash stash? What's the cash for. now? I got to pay this guy off to keep. quiet. What are you talking about? What. happened? Uh well, one of the beaver. brothers. Yeah, I'm looking at you, Wyatt. Uh one of the beaver brothers bit. a customer. What do you mean a customer? Uh well, he thought the guy's hand was a. biscotti. Uh look, it was dry, knobbly, and.

honestly, uh the guy was asking for it. Uh it's not my fault if he doesn't. moisturize. Why was some guy trying to. touch Wyatt? Uh well, that's how we do. things here at the beaver cafe. Oh, no. Oh, yes. You bring a date, order a. drink, and spend an hour petting a. beaver together. Do you even hear. yourself? Do you know how that sounds? It sounds adorable. Uh it's about. connection. It's about touch. It's about. beaver enrichment. You know a lot of.

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Apparently, beaver fondling isn't a. valid business discussion. Uh go figure. Uh listen, I got to go get these back. I. sent them for milk, but they ran out, so. uh she made her own. Uh you know how do you know that's not. pasteurized? [Music]. William Lang was from Scotland, a. stranger to this part of the East.

Anglian. Michael Crowley and Ray Baker. were local. All of them sharp, observant, fearless. But nothing in. their training prepared them for Kersey. The silence hit them first. One moment. wind blew through the trees and birds. sang in the distance. The next moment, nothing. The air went dead. Not quiet, dead. William later described it as an. overwhelming feeling of sadness and. depression. Something pressed down on. them, a weight they could physically. feel. The hills behind them showed orange.

leaves, red maples, and the browns of. autumn. That made sense. It was October. But here in the village, everything. looked summer green. They walked from. October into summer in 10 steps. The village looked empty. No cars on the. streets, no people walking between. houses, no dogs barking, no children. playing, no sounds of Sunday life. But. smoke rose from the chimneys, straight. gray columns that climbed into the sky. without moving. No wind blew them, like. they were frozen in time.

The cadets felt an irrational animal. terror that made them want to run back. up the hill, but they pushed forward. The houses looked wrong, timber-framed. structures that appeared medieval, but. not ruined, not restored, but actively. lived in. Yet they lacked every modern. feature. No power lines, no television. antennas, no telephone poles. Some. windows had glass, but most were just. open shutters. Their footsteps echoed on the. cobblestones. Every sound they made felt. too loud, like they broke some unspoken.

rule just by being there. They did not feel welcome. The church was supposed to be full of. people. The streets were supposed to be. busy with families walking home from. services. Instead, Kersey was a ghost. town. They passed a house with its door open. Lang looked inside. Dust floated in the. light, but didn't settle. It just hung. there. The interior looked lived in, but. nobody was there. Near the stream at the village center, ducks stood motionless in the water. Not.

swimming, not moving, just sitting there. silent. The cadets looked up at the. trees. The branches didn't move, and. something even more unsettling, the. trees cast no shadows. They reached a shop window. No glass, just an open hole in the wall. They. approached the window hoping to find. someone who could explain what happened. It was a butcher shop. No counters, no. cash register, no refrigeration. Just. thick wooden planks dark with old. bloodstains and iron hooks hanging from.

the ceiling. And hanging from the hooks were three. oxen carcasses with flesh rotting off. the bone. [Music]. They weren't the carcasses of cows. They. were oxen. Oxen were used as work. animals, not for meat. Nobody in England. slaughtered oxen anymore. The carcasses. hung by their back legs, skinned and. gutted. The meat turned completely green.

with decay. A sticky green fluid dripped. from their bodies onto the dusty floor. Then the smell hit them. Old blood and rot. The sweet and. metallic stench of meat that sat dead. for days in warm weather, decomposing in. the open air. On a thick wooden table was a curved. butcher's blade, the kind used before. industrial slaughterhouses, before. stainless steel. It was October in. Suffolk, mild weather, perfect condition. for flies. In the real world, rotting.

meat in October warmth attracts swarms. of flies. The cadets should have heard. them buzzing from 20 ft away, but there. were no flies, no maggots, no insects. crawling over green flesh. Nothing moved. because nothing lived here. They looked up searching for the church. tower where the bells rang when they. approached, but the tower was gone. The. church ended where the nave stopped, half-finished. Construction halted in. the middle of the build. Then the backs of their necks prickled.

They spun around. The windows of the. houses were dark, but someone was there. Multiple someones. Hiding in the shadows behind dark. windows, someone was watching the three. strangers who wandered into their. village. And whoever they were, it wanted them to leave.

The oppression grew heavier. It pressed. down on their shoulders, making it hard. to breathe. Michael Crowley started to. shiver. His hands shook. His breathing. was fast and shallow. Pure terror. The. kind that bypasses thought and screams. at your brain to run. "We need to. leave," he said. His voice sounded flat. and dead, like sound couldn't travel. through the air. But the cadets agreed, and they didn't walk out of Kersey, they. ran. They scrambled up the far hillside, boots slipping on the wet grass, lungs.

burning. Lang later described running. for a few hundred yards before they. could even stop. When they finally collapsed on the ridge. gasping for air, they looked back at. Kersey. It looked normal. A car drove down the. main street. Smoke dispersed naturally. in the wind. The church bell rang out, clear and normal. The church tower. wasn't mid-construction, it stood tall. against the sky. The village was alive. again, or alive for the first time since. they'd entered it. The green oxen were.

gone. The quiet was gone. It was like it. never happened. But Lang knew what he. saw, and he knew Courcey saw him back. The three men didn't speak about their. experience for years. They knew how it. sounded, and they had careers to. protect. In the late 1980s, William Lang. went back. Not physically, not yet. He. was older now, living in Australia, and. the questions never stopped. He talked by phone with Michael Crowley. They went over what happened. Crowley. didn't remember in as much detail, but. he remembered the quiet, the lack of.

wires, no streetlights, and he. remembered the bizarre butcher shop. Something strange happened that day, they both knew it. Lang wrote to Andrew. McKenzie. McKenzie was a psychical. researcher who spent decades looking at. cases like this. Time slips. Someone seeing the past with. their own eyes. McKenzie read Lang's. letter. This wasn't just another ghost. story, this was something extraordinary. They corresponded for years. McKenzie. cross-referenced every detail against. historical records. Lang described.

everything he could remember, the smell, the quiet, the watchers in the windows, the green oxen hanging in a shop that. shouldn't have existed. In 1990, McKenzie flew Lang to England, and they. walked through Courcey together. The. village looked normal. Tourists wandered. between the old buildings, cars were. parked along the road. The quiet was. gone, replaced by ordinary sounds of a. living community. Lang found the building that was once. the butcher shop. It wasn't a shop. anymore, it was a private residence. He. knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered. Lang asked.

about the history of the house, whether. it was ever a butcher shop, whether she. knew anything about its past. The woman. told him it was a private house for as. long as anyone could remember. But. McKenzie's research showed differently. The building was built in 1350. Records. showed it operated as a butcher shop for. over a century. Lang's face went pale. 1350 was the year of Black Death reached. Courcey. The plague killed half of England. People died faster than they could be.

buried. Farms were abandoned. Animals. were slaughtered and left to rot because. there was no one left to butcher them. Entire villages were wiped out. But. McKenzie's research revealed something. more specific. The cadets didn't see. Courcey during the plague itself. They. saw it afterward, decades afterward. The. church tower construction halted in. 1348. The shell of the half-built tower. stood unfinished for decades. But the. village buildings had glazed windows. The wool trade had returned. They were. in recovery. McKenzie concluded the.

cadets saw Courcey as it was around. 1420, 70 years after the plague. A. village that survived. But the quiet. wasn't gone. The trauma of 1350 burned. so deeply into Courcey that it could. still be experienced six centuries. later. The land remembered the plague. The absence of life in a place where. hundreds died in agony over a period of. months. They didn't travel to a parallel. universe, they traveled to a memory. The. watchers in the windows weren't plague.

victims, they were the descendants, the. survivors, living in houses where their. grandparents died. Walking streets where. bodies were stacked into piles because. there wasn't enough living to bury the. dead. The trauma passed down. The fear. encoded in the village itself. 600 years. apart, they made eye contact through. time. The green oxen were the echo. Animals slaughtered in the early days of. the outbreak, hung in the butcher shop, and then abandoned as the butcher. himself sickened and died. The meat. rotted because there was no one to cook.

it, no one to eat it, no one left alive. That image, the waste, the death, the. futility, burned into the building so. deeply that three boys from Scotland and. England walked through the door and saw. it again. The three men stayed in touch, but never. spoke about what they saw. They didn't. need to. Because on quiet Sunday. mornings, when church bells ring in the. distance, they still check the street. outside their windows, making sure no. one is standing there, looking back.

[Music]. Gather around. This happened, and it's. still unsolved. Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania, February 1983. Don Decker stood in the bathroom of his. friend's house, washing his hands in the. sink. The temperature dropped 30° in a.

second. He could see his breath. Then he felt a drop of water hit the top. of his head. He looked up at the. ceiling. Dry. He looked down at the. floor. Nothing. The water didn't fall from above. It. materialized midair and flew sideways. The water seemed alive. And it was hunting him. Don Decker served time at Monroe County.

Correctional Facility for receiving. stolen property. Don was 21 years old. The stolen property charge was minor, tools taken from a construction site. He. got 18 months. [Music]. In February 1983, he got a temporary. furlough to attend his grandfather's. funeral. Don felt relieved, but he also. felt rage. Not at his grandfather, at. himself. For years, he'd pushed down. what that old man did to him, the abuse, the way nobody believed him when he.

tried to tell them. At the funeral, Don stood in the back. and watched relatives cry for a man who. terrorized him since childhood. His. hands started shaking. His chest felt. tight. He couldn't breathe. He left. before the service ended. During his furlough, Don stayed with. friends Bob and Jeannie Keefer. That. night, Don went to the bathroom to. splash water on his face. The. temperature dropped 30°. He could see. his breath. Then he felt a drop of water. hit the top of his head. The ceiling was. dry. So was the floor. So were the.

walls. The water was just appearing. The. Keefers called the police. A patrolman. arrived at the house expecting a. plumbing emergency. What he found wasn't. a leaky pipe. He watched water. materialize inches from the ceiling and. fall on Don Decker wherever he stood. They checked the pipes, the roof, the. walls. Everything was dry. The water. existed only in the space around Don. When Don's furlough ended, he returned. to the prison. He thought he'd be safe. inside the concrete walls. He thought.

whatever happened to him at the Keefers'. house would stay behind. He was wrong. Don sat in his cell. Solid concrete, no. pipes in the ceiling, no windows to the. outside. The sounds of the other. prisoners suddenly faded away. The air. turned cold. A mist formed near the. ceiling. Don looked up. A drop of water. hit his face, and then another. Then it. began to pour inside his concrete cell. Don screamed for the guards. Officer. Walbert ran over expecting a broken. toilet or some kind of prank. He looked.

through the bars and saw the water. It. wasn't collecting on the ceiling. The. water materialized a few inches below. the ceiling, then fell in a steady. stream onto Don Decker. Walbert unlocked the door and stepped. inside. He got wet immediately. He. checked the ceiling with his hands. Bone. dry. He checked the walls. Also dry. The. water existed only in the air around. Don. Now, Walbert was a straight arrow. He. dealt in facts, evidence, things that. could be measured and explained. This.

was impossible. But his uniform was. soaked. And the smell. It didn't smell like tap. water or condensation. It smelled like. ozone, like the air after a lightning. strike, like a thunderstorm was trapped. in a concrete box. Don sat on his bunk. and muttered to himself. Walbert slowly. backed toward the door. He needed to. tell the tenant. Walbert was a corrections officer for 12. years. He'd seen riots, stabbings, men. lose their minds. But he'd never seen.

the laws of physics break. Not until. tonight. Walbert looked at Don for an. explanation, but Don said nothing. He. rocked back and forth with his eyes. wide. Then he looked up and smiled. But. it wasn't his smile. It was someone. else's. Word spread through the prison. Lieutenant Keenhold didn't believe in. ghosts or demons or psychic phenomena. He believed in order, discipline, and.

rational explanations. He heard the. reports from his officers, assuming they. played some kind of elaborate joke. He. marched to the cell block and ordered. Walbert to bring Decker to his office. Don was escorted in and sat in a chair. across from the lieutenant's desk. A. captain sat nearby as a witness. Keenhold didn't waste time. He ordered. Don to make it rain in here, right now. Don looked at him with a blank. expression. He didn't argue or protest. He concentrated. Then the room was.

silent. The fluorescent lights. flickered, and a single drop of water. hit the lieutenant's desk. Then the captain looked down. A patch of. water appeared on his shirt. It spread. across the fabric, soaked through in. seconds. His jacket stayed dry. His skin. stayed dry. The lieutenant stood up and. backed away from his own desk. Then the. violence started. An invisible force struck Don from the. side. It lifted him out of the chair and. threw him against the wall. The captain.

described what he saw. He flew across the room with the force. as though a bus had hit him. I'd never seen anything like this. Officers rushed to restrain him. Big men. trained to handle prison riots, and they. couldn't hold him. Don suddenly had. strength far beyond his size. He snarled. and thrashed and spoke in a voice that. didn't sound like his own. Three deep scratches appeared on his. neck, claw marks, as if something. invisible raked him with sharp fingers.

The officers watched the skin split open. in real time. Blood welled up and ran. down his collar. There was no weapon, no. source. The skin just split open. The guards were right there, close. enough to touch him. They saw this. happen. Don collapsed to the floor and. convulsed. The water continued to fall. It rained in the lieutenant's office. It. rained in the hallway. It rained. wherever Don went. Then new scratches covered Don's cheeks, three parallel lines on each side, while. six officers watched. Sullen slipped a.

gold cross into Don's hand. He screamed. and threw it to the floor. The metal. burned his palm. The officers saw the. mark. The lieutenant was running out of ideas. He called the prison chaplain. The. chaplain walked into the chaos, saw the. water, saw the fear in the eyes of the. experienced officers. He opened his. Bible and began to read. The water. reacted. It turned from rain into a. swirling mist that surrounded Don. And. then the smell changed, no longer ozone, but sulfur.

Then the chaplain felt pressure on his. throat, like an invisible hand. squeezing. He choked. He couldn't finish. the prayer. Whatever held Don Decker was. stronger than God. [Music]. The witnesses were police officers, correctional officers, prison officials, and a chaplain. These were men trained. to observe, trained to detect lies, trained to maintain order in chaotic. situations. They filed official reports.

They went on record. They submitted to. interviews. The patrolman who responded. to the Keefer home filed an official. report. Officer Wolbert maintains to. this day that everything he saw was. real. [Music]. I've been a cop for 12 years. I've never. seen anything like this. The water fell, but there was no source. Lieutenant Keenhold confirmed the water. phenomena. Multiple guards corroborated. the scratches appearing on Don's skin. The Keefer family described identical.

events in their home. These witnesses had no reason to lie. Still, they were ridiculed, but they. couldn't deny what they saw with their. own eyes, felt with their own hands, and. smelled with their own noses. Don Decker was released a few days after. the incident peaked. He left Stroudsburg. and the rain stopped. The prison dried. out. Don eventually settled into a. normal life, married, had children. The. phenomena never went away, but never. returned with the same intensity. Years later, a documentary crew came to.

Stroudsburg to film the story for. Unsolved Mysteries. This was 9 years. after the prison incident. On the last. day of filming, the crew woke up in. their hotel. 2 in of water covered the. floors of their rooms. The hallway was. flooded. No broken pipes, no leaks, just. water that appeared overnight. Parapsychologists have a name for this, recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis, RSPK. It's been documented over 100. times. Some people who go through. extreme trauma experience physical.

effects. Don had a lifetime of rage. locked inside him, years of abuse with. no outlet. When his grandfather died, that rage had to go somewhere. So, it. turned into rain. It turned into. invisible claws. It turned into a force. powerful enough to terrify an entire. prison. Don's story proves that the human mind, under enough pressure, can break reality. itself. We walk around every day with. that potential locked inside of us, all. of us. Most of the time the safety's. hold, the triggers don't get pulled. But.

sometimes, for some people, the pressure. becomes too much, and the world we think. we understand starts to fall apart. Don Decker settled into a normal life. He got married and had kids. But he. never told his kids what happened. But. sometimes, when his children cry, like. really cry, the kind that comes from. deep hurt, a single drop of water. appears on their bedroom ceiling. But. Don wipes it away before anyone can see.

[Music]. [Music]. Gather around. This happened, and it's. still unsolved. April 5th, 2015, a. YouTube channel appeared with a nonsense. name, Unfavorable Semicircle. That first.

day, that channel uploaded 1,247. videos within 24 hours. The first was. titled The Sagittarius Symbol, followed. by 980708. It was 4 seconds long, a brown. background, no sound. Then another video. appeared, and another, and another. The. channel uploaded a video every few. minutes, then every few seconds. Within. 9 months, it posted over 72,000 videos.

No human could do that. The internet noticed. They thought it. was a bot, or a glitch. Then they. started combining the videos. Thousands. of frames assembled into composites. An. image appeared. A man in what looked like a suit, but he. had no face. His face wasn't blurred. It. wasn't there, like someone had erased it. from reality.

To understand how strange Unfavorable. Semicircle was, you need to understand. the scale. YouTube's upload system has. limits, verification, processing, compression. Each video takes time. A dedicated creator might upload one. video per day. Ugh. A prolific channel. might manage 10 or more per week. Unfavorable Semicircle started at one. video every 10 minutes, around the. clock. Then it accelerated. By February.

5th, 2016, the rate hit three videos per. minute. No breaks, no pauses, for. months. YouTube's infrastructure in 2015 wasn't. built for this. They limited creators to. 10 to 15 uploads a day, unless you had a. special agreement. Even verified. channels with dedicated upload pipelines. couldn't sustain more than 50 videos a. day. So, three per minute? That required. direct server access, back-end. permissions that shouldn't exist. And.

the content made no sense. Each video. was different, but they followed. patterns, abstract shapes, flickering. colors, bursts of static. Some were 4. seconds long, some lasted hours. The. longest ran 11 hours. Some were. completely silent. Others contained. high-pitched screeching that made your. ears hurt. The visuals looked like test patterns. from a television station, pixels arranged in grids, geometric. shapes that pulsed and shifted, colors. that flashed so rapidly they triggered. headaches.

Some viewers reported nausea, disorientation. One Reddit user said he. watched for 3 hours and lost track of. time. When he checked the clock, 6 hours. had passed. Another reported ringing in. his ears that lasted for days. And the titles were equally strange, numbers mostly, 18600, 9847. But sometimes symbols appeared. The. Sagittarius symbol followed by the word. D lock. Sagittarius brother. Sagittarius.

drill. The Sagittarius symbol showed up. constantly. And it wasn't typed, it was hand-drawn, each one slightly different, like. someone sketched it frame by frame, thousands of times. That kind of. repetition meant this was intentional. The channel flew under the radar for. months. Then in November 2015, someone. on Reddit posted, "Found something. weird." The thread had three responses. By December, it had 200. People built. databases, wrote scripts to download and.

analyze every video. They used. spectrograms to visualize audio, custom. Python scripts to extract frames. One user built a database tracking every. upload timestamp, looking for patterns. in the intervals. By December, the. investigation had its own subreddit with. detailed documentation of every. discovery. Reddit user Jackalackadingdong, that was his handle, he spent months on. the audio files. I felt really uneasy listening to this, trying to pick out the sequence. The.

whole thing is quite unsettling. They treated it like a puzzle, a message. hidden in the noise. One composite. showed the man with no face. Another. showed space imagery, satellites, celestial objects. And buried in the. audio was a voice reading coordinates, latitude and longitude, pointing to a. spot somewhere in the middle of the. Atlantic Ocean.

During the Cold War, intelligence. agencies used shortwave radio to. communicate with sleeper agents. These. were called number stations, anonymous. broadcasts that transmitted strings of. digits day after day, year after year. The numbers meant nothing to anyone who. didn't have the cipher. To everyone. else, they were just noise. Some researchers believed Unfavorable. Semicircle was the digital equivalent, modern number station hiding in plain. sight on the world's largest video.

platform. Alan Woodward, a computer. security specialist at University of. Surrey, said it was too complex to be a. number station. Recruitment puzzles like. Cicada 3301 were announced. This wasn't. Whatever Unfavorable Semicircle was, it. wasn't advertising. The channel had almost no subscribers. It wasn't trying to go viral. It was. broadcasting into the void and whoever. was supposed to receive the message. already knew where to look. But then something unexpected happened. The channel started reacting to the.

investigators. The Reddit community would post a theory. about a specific type of video and the. channel would stop uploading that type. They would decode a title pattern and. the channel would switch naming. conventions. They would identify a. recurring symbol and the symbol would. disappear from future uploads. On January 12th, 2016, a Reddit thread. identified a pattern in the Sagittarius. symbols. Within 4 hours, the channel. uploaded 47 new videos. Not one. contained that symbol. Something was.

watching them, listening, and adapting. in real time, monitoring and responding. This proved there was an intelligence. behind Unfavorable Semicircle, human or. otherwise. On February 25th, 2016, the DBC. published an article calling it. YouTube's strangest mystery. Hours later. at 15:40 Eastern, YouTube suspended the. channel. They cited terms of service. violation, specifically spam. The upload. volume was crashing their systems.

4 days before the ban, Reddit user It's. Safer Indoors registered unfavorable. semicircle.com. He built a database, archived thousands of videos. He saved. 23,000 videos before the ban, almost a. third of the total output. Hours of. footage, gigabytes of data, the mystery. seemed over. But 3 weeks later, it came back. A new channel appeared, same name, same. aesthetic, same flood of uploads. It. picked up exactly where the original. left off, as if the suspension never.

happened. But this time the content was. different, more aggressive. Videos. stretched to 10 hours long, 10 hours of. silence and a black screen with a single. pixel changing color once per hour. It. was testing patience, testing. commitment, seeing who would watch. Then. came the lock videos, a series that when. played together in sequence created. something strange. When the frames were. combined side by side, an image.

appeared. A Reddit user made the. discovery. In 2022, the creator. confirmed what it showed, the Voyager. Golden Record, the message humanity sent. to aliens in 1977. Unfavorable Semicircle was responding to. our message to the stars. The final broadcast came without. warning, encoded in a garbled post on. the channel's Google Plus page. When. decoded, it revealed coordinates, latitude and longitude. The. investigators typed them into Google. Maps. They expected to find a building.

or a military base, a server farm, something that would explain everything. The pin dropped in the middle of the. Atlantic Ocean, miles from any land. mass. 3,000 ft of water, dark and cold. And. according to old sonar data, an object. is down there. Now, we don't know what. it is, we only know it's 130 ft long and. made of metal.

[Music]. Unfavorable Semicircle was eventually. banned for good. The creator never came. forward. No art student claimed it as a. project. No ARG company took credit. No. intelligence agency admitted. involvement. It remains one of the. internet's purest mysteries. The. theories multiplied. Some believed it. was a stress test, someone probing. YouTube's compression algorithms looking. for vulnerabilities. Others thought it. was a botnet demonstration. A few. thought it was a recruitment puzzle, a.

way for a shadowy organization to. identify code breakers and analysts. But. before the channel disappeared. completely, one final video appeared, September 15th, 2017, reset strange YD. Then the channel deleted itself. Every. video vanished. That same day, NASA retired the Cassini. space probe after 20 years, the probe. that photographed Saturn, that explored. the outer planets. Unfavorable. Semicircle ended the day Cassini burned.

up in Saturn's atmosphere. In 2022, someone claiming to be the creator of. BrickSails on Twitter. He said it was an outsider art project. The goal was to upload the most number. of YouTube's ever to see if people would. watch. But that doesn't explain everything. It doesn't explain the composite image. of the faceless man. It doesn't explain. the coordinates to an empty spot in the. ocean. And it doesn't explain why the. channel reacted to investigators in real. time, changing its behavior when people. got too close. Engineers who worked on the case said.

the videos bypassed normal processing. They went straight to YouTube servers, no verification, no compression checks. It was like someone had hard-coded a. pathway that the platform's own systems. didn't recognize. When they finally. traced the upload source, it led to a. data center in Iceland. The equipment. was offline and had been for months. Now, after the channel disappeared, copycat accounts appeared, dozens of. them, reposting the original videos. Some claimed to be archivists. Some. claimed to be the original creator. One.

account posted new videos in the same. style at the same impossible upload. rate. It lasted 6 days before YouTube. shut it down. Then another appeared, then another, like the signal was trying. to stay alive. YouTube's infrastructure can handle. millions of uploads per day, but one. account uploading three videos per. minute for months, that broke something. But when YouTube finally banned the. account, they didn't just delete the. videos, they closed the upload pathway, sealed it. But in 2022, that door opened.

again. Different channel, same upload. rate, gone 48 hours before anyone. noticed. Now, what about the coordinates? A spot. in the Atlantic under 3,000 ft of water. And according to that old sonar data, something's down there, 130 ft long and. metallic. The sonar reading dated back to 1982, a. research vessel conducting deep ocean. mapping. They logged the object, ran. multiple passes to confirm. The. signature didn't match any known. geological formation. The crew reported.

it to the Navy. The Navy classified it. Every few months, someone reports. hearing the signal again. But it's not. coming from YouTube. It's coming from. the bottom of the ocean. [Music]. Thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ. This is The Why Files and. that was a campfire story. No debunking, no analysis, just a creepy story to. scare you and the kids. And that one is. true and unsolved. If you had fun, I'd.

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That's me. Those are the plugs. I got. through them as fast as I could. And. that's going to do it. Till next time, be safe, be kind, and know that you are. appreciated. [Music]. [Music]. Oh. Oh. I played for Libius in Area 51. A secret. code inside the Bible said I was.

I love my UFOs and paranormal fun as. well as music, so I'm singing it like I. should. But then another piece of theory that. comes. the truth, my friends, and it never ends. No, it never ends. [Music].

I fear the crap got in got stuck inside. Mel's hole with MK Ultra up here only. two away. Did Stanley Kubrick fake the moon. landing alone on a film set or were the. shadow people there? The Roswell aliens fought the smiling. man, I'm told, and his name was Cold.

[Music]. [Music].

The mothman sightings and the solar. storm still come to a god the secret. city underground. Mysterious number stations, planets are. both true, project stargate, and what. the dark watchers found. We're in a simulation, don't you worry.

though. The black knight satellite it told me. I can't believe. I'm dancing with. [Music]. and the wobbling. all through the. All I ever. wanted was. so the. all through the. and the wobbling.

all through the. and the wobbling. All I. ever wanted. so the. all through the. [Music].

Gherkin loves to dance. because she is a camel. and camels love to dance. the feeling is right always. in time. [Music]. [Music].