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re: Friday Night Terrors: The incident at Devin’s Den, Arkansas
Posted on 10/17/25 at 9:44 pm to TutHillTiger
Posted on 10/17/25 at 9:44 pm to TutHillTiger
Dwvil's Den? Dewils Den? Daniels Den? Devals Den?
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Posted on 10/17/25 at 9:44 pm to TutHillTiger
Sounds scary, like a great horror movie. I wish you could make your story into a movie. I would watch it, but it sounds like all humans will have to be exterminated (or much worse, like converted to power sources for example) if you were able to tell your complete story. Sorry you and/or the aliens may have to destroy all man kind some day, or you may be forced to be involved with the aliens doing it. If it's only the idiots that have to be destroyed or worse, hopefully all the people I care about are on the non-idiot side.
I do have some questions if you can answer any of them. I want to believe you and am just curious. It's hard to frame some of my questions with only limited prior details, so if you get the gist of what I am trying to ask but my question is a little off, please adapt your answers to what you think I want to know.
1. Are you Toby?
2. If not, were you at Devin's Den with Terry or are your encounters unrelated?
3. Are you a normal person today just reincarnated from a prior life as some kind of superhuman war lord? I.e. are you immortal or could you die before the aliens need your services? If you don't think you're immortal, if you died, do you assume you will be reincarnated and the aliens could find you in a future life to use your war lord services?
4. Do you still have some kind of god like war lord powers today where you can destroy the world, all people or selective people (by category or specific people)?
5. If you do have super powers to destroy mankind or specific people is this a curse? Or you're just holding back until the aliens force you to act on your powers? What would cause you to enact your powers?
6. Do the aliens have to reactivate your super powers, or you're not sure?
7. Do the aliens have control over you, or if they come back and instruct you to destroy mankind (or any other level of destruction), can you tell the aliens to F off, or could you destroy them instead?
8. Are all 8.2 billion people in the world in imminent or long term danger from you and/or the aliens? Is the timeline unknown and/or the aliens might never decide they want to destroy mankind or at least all of the idiots?
9. Are you religious? Do you believe in any God? If so, does God have any say or complicate the alien's plans?
I appreciate any questions you can answer or any additional details you can provide. I'm sure there are others who would be interested in learning more about the situation that you have presented at a very high level. Thanks.
I do have some questions if you can answer any of them. I want to believe you and am just curious. It's hard to frame some of my questions with only limited prior details, so if you get the gist of what I am trying to ask but my question is a little off, please adapt your answers to what you think I want to know.
1. Are you Toby?
2. If not, were you at Devin's Den with Terry or are your encounters unrelated?
3. Are you a normal person today just reincarnated from a prior life as some kind of superhuman war lord? I.e. are you immortal or could you die before the aliens need your services? If you don't think you're immortal, if you died, do you assume you will be reincarnated and the aliens could find you in a future life to use your war lord services?
4. Do you still have some kind of god like war lord powers today where you can destroy the world, all people or selective people (by category or specific people)?
5. If you do have super powers to destroy mankind or specific people is this a curse? Or you're just holding back until the aliens force you to act on your powers? What would cause you to enact your powers?
6. Do the aliens have to reactivate your super powers, or you're not sure?
7. Do the aliens have control over you, or if they come back and instruct you to destroy mankind (or any other level of destruction), can you tell the aliens to F off, or could you destroy them instead?
8. Are all 8.2 billion people in the world in imminent or long term danger from you and/or the aliens? Is the timeline unknown and/or the aliens might never decide they want to destroy mankind or at least all of the idiots?
9. Are you religious? Do you believe in any God? If so, does God have any say or complicate the alien's plans?
I appreciate any questions you can answer or any additional details you can provide. I'm sure there are others who would be interested in learning more about the situation that you have presented at a very high level. Thanks.
This post was edited on 10/18/25 at 7:44 am
Posted on 10/18/25 at 1:45 am to TutHillTiger
I’ve listened to Terry retell the story multiple times on podcasts. Creeps me out every time, but in an odd, satisfying way.
Posted on 10/18/25 at 5:30 am to TutHillTiger
Posted on 10/18/25 at 6:45 am to TutHillTiger
Posted on 10/18/25 at 6:52 am to TutHillTiger
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Pray to God you never hear mine because it will never been written done, and if you hear it you are already dead or much much worse.
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:06 am to TutHillTiger
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Apparently, I was a vicious war lord in another life and destroyed whole worlds and the great city or something, and they may need me to cleanse the Earth of the idiots before the awakening or something,
If they decide to keep just a few idiots alive for study or something, I’d like to be considred.
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:12 am to TutHillTiger
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:35 am to TutHillTiger
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again avoid places with devil or hell in the name
You can pry the deviled eggs out of my cold, paprika sprinkled fingers.
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:37 am to Kjnstkmn
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global cover-up of non-human intelligent life,
Meanwhile, the non-intelligent human life continues to dominate social media...
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:37 am to TutHillTiger
How about some
Paragraph breaks? See how easy that was?
Paragraph breaks? See how easy that was?
Posted on 10/18/25 at 7:54 am to TutHillTiger
[quote]lawyer and former Assistant Attorney General with an extraordinary story to tell. Every word of it is true[/quote]
You can't truth include those words in the same sentence and expect people to believe you
You can't truth include those words in the same sentence and expect people to believe you
Posted on 10/18/25 at 8:01 am to TutHillTiger
This story was stupid.
Posted on 10/18/25 at 8:31 am to Me
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Need to bring back the creepy pasta topic from about 7 years ago.
Free Tanden
Posted on 10/18/25 at 8:42 am to TutHillTiger
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I recall that I suddenly felt disinterested. My friend was equally apathetic and hardly a word was spoken between us.
They say that is what happens after a brokeback orgasm.
Posted on 10/19/25 at 6:19 pm to 98eagle
Not Terry, nor do I personally know him but many people I know have compared my encounters to his. We apparently are both tracked by the others but I don't think I am tagged like he is. Chris Bledsoe is another experiencer I share a lot in common with. (UFO of God)
I believe in God and I am a Christian, have studied and read the retire Bible was almost an evangelical preacher. I know he exist and our distance is because of my own inadequacies.
I was obviously kidding about the war lord shite, mostly anyway. Unfortunately, I know the others exist too. I do not know what they want but they are much more active now then ever before. They could be us from future, aliens or from another dimension.
They are in fact very skittish around me, since I was 12 or so. I don't know the answer why. I ignored them most of my life and just thought it was something that just was. Some people can find fish or deer in a desert, I just find something different. And I could be insane. Always a possibility.
A hunting incident happened a few years ago that didn't directly involve me but was apparently about me made me come to terms with all this. They all can't be crazy too right?
I think they are mostly a positive influence and probably the source for our stories about Angels, demons, fairies etc.
I believe in God and I am a Christian, have studied and read the retire Bible was almost an evangelical preacher. I know he exist and our distance is because of my own inadequacies.
I was obviously kidding about the war lord shite, mostly anyway. Unfortunately, I know the others exist too. I do not know what they want but they are much more active now then ever before. They could be us from future, aliens or from another dimension.
They are in fact very skittish around me, since I was 12 or so. I don't know the answer why. I ignored them most of my life and just thought it was something that just was. Some people can find fish or deer in a desert, I just find something different. And I could be insane. Always a possibility.
A hunting incident happened a few years ago that didn't directly involve me but was apparently about me made me come to terms with all this. They all can't be crazy too right?
I think they are mostly a positive influence and probably the source for our stories about Angels, demons, fairies etc.
Posted on 10/19/25 at 6:35 pm to TutHillTiger
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Devils Den
Bunch of anal probing going on at Devil’s Den with fellers named Toby
Posted on 10/19/25 at 7:53 pm to TutHillTiger
Posted on 10/19/25 at 8:07 pm to TutHillTiger
Is this about cryptids?
That’s some scary shitakes, btw.
That’s some scary shitakes, btw.
Posted on 10/19/25 at 8:30 pm to TutHillTiger
Let’s try this in a paragraph format;
I’m a 64-year-old retired lawyer and former Assistant Attorney General with an extraordinary story to tell—every word of it true. For fear of losing my job and suffering irreparable damage to my reputation in the legal community, I kept a secret for forty years. I remained silent until circumstances in 2012 compelled me to finally speak out.
In 1977, a friend and I set out on what we intended to be a two-night wilderness camping trip to a state park known as Devils Den. We had planned it as an adventure into the wild, but instead of a weekend under the stars, we encountered something wholly unknown—and unimaginable. Hoping to photograph eagles, we searched for a remote, elevated area and eventually found a high plateau with a forest at our back and a vast open meadow stretching before us. The road was little more than a trail, but the setting seemed perfect. We made camp, built a fire, and settled in for the evening.
As night deepened, I noticed that the forest had gone silent. The crickets and tree frogs had stopped, leaving an eerie stillness that made the air feel heavy. The silence unnerved me, but my friend Toby laughed it off, suggesting that our noise had scared them away and that they’d soon return. Still, something about it felt wrong. Then Toby looked west and asked quietly, “Were those lights there before?” I turned to see what he meant. On the horizon sat a perfect, tight triangle of three brilliant white lights—too steady and evenly spaced to be stars.
We watched, puzzled, speculating that they might be aircraft, but the formation made no sense. Then, as we stood transfixed, the lights began to move. The triangle rotated once on its axis, then started a slow, deliberate ascent into the night sky. It moved as one solid object, the three points maintaining perfect formation. As it gained altitude, the lights grew in intensity and the blackness within the triangle became so absolute that it blotted out the stars behind it. It was as if someone had carved a flawless triangle from the sky itself.
The object advanced steadily toward our campsite, growing ever larger until it hovered silently about 2,000 feet overhead. It was immense—larger than any craft I could imagine. Yet, strangely, as it loomed above us, my fear dissolved into a strange calm. I felt detached, almost indifferent, and Toby seemed the same. The forest remained silent, but I no longer cared. Then Toby picked up his flashlight and said, “I wonder what will happen if I try to signal it?” Before I could stop him, he pointed the beam upward and flashed it three times toward the center of the triangle.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, from the center of the craft, a brilliant beam of light—about the width of a softball—shot down and illuminated our dying campfire. It was impossibly bright, cutting through the darkness like a searchlight through fog. We stared, still strangely detached, as if watching someone else’s experience. Then the beam vanished and was replaced by a pencil-thin ray of pure white light that darted and flickered about the campsite as if scanning. It struck me in the chest and face, then moved to Toby, moving so quickly it seemed alive.
At that moment I realized Toby had been wrong—the forest sounds hadn’t returned because the forest itself seemed to be holding its breath. And then… something else took their place.
Sometimes a bad dream isn’t just a bad dream. Sometimes, it’s your worst nightmare.
I’m a 64-year-old retired lawyer and former Assistant Attorney General with an extraordinary story to tell—every word of it true. For fear of losing my job and suffering irreparable damage to my reputation in the legal community, I kept a secret for forty years. I remained silent until circumstances in 2012 compelled me to finally speak out.
In 1977, a friend and I set out on what we intended to be a two-night wilderness camping trip to a state park known as Devils Den. We had planned it as an adventure into the wild, but instead of a weekend under the stars, we encountered something wholly unknown—and unimaginable. Hoping to photograph eagles, we searched for a remote, elevated area and eventually found a high plateau with a forest at our back and a vast open meadow stretching before us. The road was little more than a trail, but the setting seemed perfect. We made camp, built a fire, and settled in for the evening.
As night deepened, I noticed that the forest had gone silent. The crickets and tree frogs had stopped, leaving an eerie stillness that made the air feel heavy. The silence unnerved me, but my friend Toby laughed it off, suggesting that our noise had scared them away and that they’d soon return. Still, something about it felt wrong. Then Toby looked west and asked quietly, “Were those lights there before?” I turned to see what he meant. On the horizon sat a perfect, tight triangle of three brilliant white lights—too steady and evenly spaced to be stars.
We watched, puzzled, speculating that they might be aircraft, but the formation made no sense. Then, as we stood transfixed, the lights began to move. The triangle rotated once on its axis, then started a slow, deliberate ascent into the night sky. It moved as one solid object, the three points maintaining perfect formation. As it gained altitude, the lights grew in intensity and the blackness within the triangle became so absolute that it blotted out the stars behind it. It was as if someone had carved a flawless triangle from the sky itself.
The object advanced steadily toward our campsite, growing ever larger until it hovered silently about 2,000 feet overhead. It was immense—larger than any craft I could imagine. Yet, strangely, as it loomed above us, my fear dissolved into a strange calm. I felt detached, almost indifferent, and Toby seemed the same. The forest remained silent, but I no longer cared. Then Toby picked up his flashlight and said, “I wonder what will happen if I try to signal it?” Before I could stop him, he pointed the beam upward and flashed it three times toward the center of the triangle.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, from the center of the craft, a brilliant beam of light—about the width of a softball—shot down and illuminated our dying campfire. It was impossibly bright, cutting through the darkness like a searchlight through fog. We stared, still strangely detached, as if watching someone else’s experience. Then the beam vanished and was replaced by a pencil-thin ray of pure white light that darted and flickered about the campsite as if scanning. It struck me in the chest and face, then moved to Toby, moving so quickly it seemed alive.
At that moment I realized Toby had been wrong—the forest sounds hadn’t returned because the forest itself seemed to be holding its breath. And then… something else took their place.
Sometimes a bad dream isn’t just a bad dream. Sometimes, it’s your worst nightmare.
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