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A group of documentarians are

reported missing in the Pine.

Barrens, their campsite

abandoned with no signs

of foul play.

The backpack, and mountain bike of student Curtis.

Daly was found this evening

near Ridgewater Creek.

Authorities are asking for anybody with information

to please come forward.

Authorities say that newly recovered

footage from a camera found

at the campsite of missing hiker.

Olivia marsh

has raised more questions

than answers.

The search for the three men

has been called off

after four days of helicopters and canines

scouring the Pine Barrens

comes up empty.

Over the last three

decades, people have continued to go missing.

Disappearances

locals attribute to the Creature

of the Pines.

Dispatch, I've got eyes on a male.

He's walking eastbound.

We're just off of 322 on the entrance

to the trail head. Possibly

looks like he's intoxicated.

Copy.

Need backup?

Negative for now.

I'll advise if I do,

I'm going to try and make contact with him

here.

Excuse me sir.

You all right, sir?

How are you?

What's your name?

You all right?

We picked Bell up

on route 322 at sunrise.

He was a mess.

Hands shaking, disheveled,

it looked like he hadn't slept in days.

He just.

He just looked out of it,

and he just said,

"They're gone.

We know that you went

up to Pine Hollow

with two of your friends.

Jared Ross and Luis Campbell.

You were found

at dawn on route 322.

Disheveled.

Disoriented.

You know how this looks, right?

It's not what you think it is.

So you suspected

he had something to do

with their disappearances?

Of course.

Look, when two people go missing

and only one comes back,

it raises questions.

We ran forensics on everything, but

nothing turned up.

No blood, no prints,

nothing useful.

Thing is,

Pine Hollow is not new to us.

People vanish out there

every couple of years.

Never any bodies.

Never a clean answer.

Doesn't help that.

Pine Hollow's in a dead zone.

No phone signals, no GPS.

Once you're out there,

might as well fall off the map.

So we had no timeline.

Just his word.

[Wind through forest with trees.

First time

I ever heard about it, I was maybe 19.

My uncle worked Search and Rescue.

Said a couple of kids went missing.

Hikers somewhere back in '84.

One of them was high school kid.

Curtis Daly.

His parents raised hell.

Posters up everywhere.

Never found him.

The backpack, and mountain bike of student Curtis.

Daly was found this evening

near Ridgewater Creek.

Authorities are asking for anybody with information to

please come forward.

Do you believe

those were just regular

missing persons cases?

Yeah,

that's what we put on the report.

Sure.

Got lost,

slipped, fell.

That's what you're supposed to write.

But after two decades,

you start to see patterns.

A lot of these folks,

the ones we never found, they were last

seen on the unmarked trails

down by Ridgewater Creek,

past the warning signs.

It's like something

picks them off.

In 1978,

19 year old named Peter.

Lemansky went missing.

His sister was part of the search team.

She later told investigators

she heard him

calling her name from the ridge.

Same tone, same

nervous laugh he always had

when he was scared.

She followed it for about 30 yards

before a ranger stopped her.

Before she could reply.

She swore it was him, but

Peter was already gone by then.

On the first night

everything seemed fine.

But then Luis,

he said he heard knocks

in the middle of the night.

Knocks?

From where?

The woods

I guess?

So what did you do?

I mean nothing.

It's the woods.

Anything can make

noises and knocks.

You're out in the middle of nowhere.

His story just didn't add up.

It's. It's not what I believe.

It's what I can prove.

I can't put my finger on it,

but something about the whole thing

just didn't pass the smell test.

Okay, I'll walk me through this

second day.

We went hiking.

Was a normal day,

except

we heard a voice.

A voice?

Yeah.

Okay, Raymond,

you need to be very clear here.

I don't know.

It sounded like a person, but, like, really

far away.

Like someone calling for help.

We stopped. We listened. And then it stopped.

Like nothing.

Are you familiar

with the Raymond Bell case?

Oh, yeah.

That one checks all the boxes,

the knocks, the voices.

Then his friends vanished

without a trace.

But Raymond was found

alive, right?

Yeah, if you could call it that.

He was found walking down the road at dawn.

Confused, dehydrated.

No injuries.

His friends were just gone.

No signs of a struggle.

No blood, no

footprints leaving the camp.

Nothing.

That's what makes this case different.

He didn't just vanish.

He came back.

If you look back through.

Lacuna oral history,

you'll find references

to a legend in this area.

A spirit that doesn't hunt

by force, but by familiarity.

They called it the Whispering One.

It speaks with familiar voices.

You mentioned you've heard actual

recordings from Pine Hollow?

Yeah.

There's one that still messes

with me.

A hiker posted online

a few years back

claimed his trail mic

kept triggering at night

when nothing was around.

When you play it,

it starts with wind.

Some crickets, just normal

forest noise.

Then you hear someone

whisper a name real quiet,

like they're standing right

next to the mic.

I've filed FOIAs,

talked to Rangers, dug

through archives.

Read more sanitized Ranger reports

than I can shake a stick at.

GPS loses signal through most of Pine Hollow.

They'll tell you it's corrupted data,

but it isn't.

Someone doesn't want

people looking too closely.

Are you familiar with.

Olivia marsh?

No.

Olivia marsh?

No, I don't know who that is.

In your interrogation,

you ask Raymond about.

Olivia marsh?

Yeah.

Olivia was a hiker

who went missing in 2020.

She was a small time.

YouTuber out shooting in the woods.

And while she was never found,

we did recover her camera.

In her footage,

there was a lot of similarities

to what Raymond was describing.

Same woods, same pattern.

The knocks,

the voices in the distance.

Victim goes missing.

The similarities

were too big to ignore

between Olivia

and Raymond's cases.

Authorities say that

newly recovered footage

from a camera found

at the campsite of missing hiker.

Olivia Marsh

has raised more questions

than answers.

OK Pine hollow, take two.

Yes, Emily, I brought bug

spray this time.

And snacks. And

yeah, extra socks.

Don't start.

Unmarked trails.

Love that for me.

Okay, so real talk.

I read a bunch of the comments

after my last video,

and apparently

this place is cursed.

People are like,

"Don't go past the ridge.

"People hear voices.

"Blah blah blah.

Which honestly sounds like clickbait

I should have come up with first.

Anyway, we're doing it.

Welcome to Pine Hollow.

Okay, so we are officially deeper in

than most park rangers

would recommend.

No GPS, no service.

Just me, my camera, and maybe

three hours of daylight left.

And before anyone comments.

Yes, I know what I'm doing.

I've been on plenty of solo

hikes before in way

worse conditions.

This place is a little creepy though.

So yeah, I'll camp near the ridge tonight.

Maybe grab some shots of that

old fire road in the morning

and if this goes well

maybe this will be part

one of a little

off-the-map series.

So, yeah, if you're new here. Hi.

I'm Olivia, and

I make bad decisions in the woods alone,

so you don't have to.

Woodpecker right?

Woodpecker.

Totally normal.

Nature's ASMR.

Love it.

Olivia was my younger sister.

We were close growing up.

Connected at the hip really.

She was the one

always dragging me outside and climbing trees,

camping in the backyard, all that.

When was the last time

you spoke to her?

Two nights before she disappeared.

She called me

when she was still on the road.

She said she was

almost at Pine Hollow.

She wanted to check in before

losing signal.

She sounded good. Excited.

She said the drive was beautiful,

that the forest looked

like something out of a dream.

So she knew she wouldn't have service?

Yeah, she told me not to worry

if I didn't hear from her for a couple of days.

She said she'd hike in,

film a few segments for

her channel and be back Sunday.

That was the last time

I heard her voice.

Okay.

That was weird.

- I - know this is a bit personal,

but some of the photos

recovered from her phone...

Have you seen those?

Yeah,

the police showed me a few.

She was always

snapping pictures for thumbnails

or just little moments

she wanted to post later.

At first

they look normal,

but then they showed me one

where there's someone or

something.

It's out of focus.

I mean, I guess it could have been a shadow,

but to me

it looked like a person.

Ok, we're all set up.

Here is good.

Ooo, wait.

Okay, so before

I go on my little hike,

I wanted to show you guys my guilty

pleasure snack I have for trips

like this.

Just have to find it.

Where?

Where did I put that?

I think it's back here.

No.

Where is it?

Ooo, there it is.

Okay.

So judge me

all you want, but this is elite fuel right here.

We've got Funyuns, we've got Fritos,

we got Cheetos.

Everything your nutritionist

hates.

Okay, I'm gonna get going.

Get some pictures before I run out of the light here.

Catch you guys later.

You've mentioned a pattern.

People hearing familiar voices.

Can you elaborate on that?

It's surprisingly consistent.

Between petroglyphs,

native oral stories, journals,

and various footage recovered

from missing persons,

they all reported hearing

someone they know,

a spouse, a sibling, a close friend

calling to them from the woods.

The voices are always clear,

always calm,

almost comforting.

So full disclosure,

I. I definitely heard

someone calling my name

like, clear as day.

What's weird is it,

I could have sworn it was my sister.

Sleep is going to be fun tonight.

Look, I know this isn't

easy for you,

but there's one part of your sister's

final video

people still talk about.

The moment right before it cuts off.

Have you seen that?

Yeah, I've seen it.

Any thoughts on what it could be?

I don't even know

what to believe anymore.

Whatever it was,

it wasn't human.

OK. That's it again. I think someone's out there.

I think there's someone outside my tent.

There's someone out there.

Liv.

That's my sister.

There's definitely someone out there outside my tent.

Liv.

Liv.

Please, just go away.

Just go away.

[Screams heard in the distanc}

Raymond this whole thing is going to go

a lot better for you if you're just honest.

- Did you hurt them? - No.

Did you black out?

No.

Tell me what happened to Jared and Luis.

I'm telling you the truth.

The truth?

The truth is

your friends go missing

without a trace,

and you're the last

person to see them.

Why are you the only

one to come back?

Well, maybe you would understand

if you were out there

and you saw what I saw.

You let him go?

We didn't have enough

to hold him on.

A couple days later, we found the campsite.

No sign of foul play.

It was definitely a little odd.

Tents were still left open.

Gear still out.

But no blood,

no sign of a struggle.

It's like they got up

in the middle of the night and walked away.

And Raymond?

Something just didn't

sit right.

But Pine Hollow's different.

People go in. They.

They don't come out.

All those stories.

They come from somewhere.

Every other case ends

the same way.

Gone without a trace.

No tracks, no remains.

Nothing.

But Raymond came back.

And he described the same things

the missing did before they vanished.

The knocks, the calling.

Whatever he encountered out there

didn't just let him go.

It left him alive for a reason.

Ray, hey, thanks so much for taking the time to sit with us here.

Is there anything you need

before we get started?

Yeah.

Do you mind if I just sketch

while we talk?

Just helps clear my mind.

No, I'm good with that, Chris?

Yeah, it's fine.

So it's been almost a year

since the investigation.

How are you holding up?

Fine.

Just trying to keep things normal.

Like anyone else.

People move on.

Or at least they should.

Do you still think about

your friends Luis Campbell

and Jared Ross?

I, I think about what happened.

Yeah.

Not every day.

That's not doing anywhere

any good.

Because the past is in the past.

And you can't change that.

It is what it is.

The Lacuna have a phrase,

"Mah wikanen.

Closest translation

is "To be a marked one."

According to their stories, once

you hear a voice out there,

you're marked.

And from that moment on,

it's coming for you.

You were the last person

to see them alive.

Does that way on you?

Like lead skin.

Suffocating.

It's not something

that I can control.

The woods take what they take.

I walked out.

They didn't.

So what changed

with Raymond's case?

When we found their campsite,

everything looked normal.

Then we recovered the cameras.

What's on that footage.

It's.

You can see it in his face.

He's terrified.

Not running from something he did,

but from something he saw.

I mean, we can talk about that all day.

The special effects,

the makeup.

The torture

techniques that he had to go through.

Those contact lenses look like they're fucking.

How much further do we have to go?

Luis, seriously?

You are like a little kid.

Chill out.

We got about another 45 minutes.

Oh my God. Ray!

Dude. I'm sorry. You got to pull over.

I got a piss, dude.

No no no no no.

We just stopped.

I'm not pulling over.

Hold it.

Hey, is that your new toy?

Hell yeah.

4K, stabilization, the works.

Okay.

I wanted to get some reps in before the wedding season.

Yeah.

Do you want to see it?

Yeah, sure.

Woo.

This is nice, man.

You know, we literally filmed weddings together.

You don't need to film our sweaty asses

hiking.

Jared,

it's tradition, bro.

Every trip I film

and every trip, you complain.

Besides,

we need new shit for our reels.

Old shit's gettin dry.

We got a client

last time, remember?

Thanks to me.

Yeah, yeah.

So where did you guys

find this place anyway?

Better be worth it.

Wait.

You never heard of Pine Hollow?

No. Why?

What?

Nothing. It's just.

Silly stories.

Yeah. You know, just about people

going in.

And what?

Just not all of them

come back out.

You guys are so full of shit.

I guess you'll find out.

Won't you?

- Please. - Fuck you.

I get nightmares. Please don't.

You know I'm sensitive.

Oh, baby. Look at that view.

That's the great outdoors right there.

You can. You can set.

You can set your watch to that.

Do we want bug spray or not?

Yes, sir.

Bring that.

Dude, get this shit out of my fucking face.

You're gonna like the way you look.

I guarantee it.

Yeah. Thank you. Here.

Make sure you get my good side.

That's nice. Yeah.

All right. All right. Come on.

We've got a long hike ahead, boys.

So let's get the show on the road.

All right.

Wow. It's

a hell of a place, Ray.

Yes, sir.

Nice thinking.

Perfect place for a

murder documentary.

Oh, let's get a pic.

Come on.

I'll show you my Pine Hollow.

Right here in my pants.

- Jesus Christ. - Make mom proud.

- All right. - Cheese.

Perfect.

All right, let's go.

Let's hit it.

This way.

Yeah,

I've heard a few old stories passed around

the ranger station.

Or from some of those locals.

The Lacuna had a name

for this area.

I don't know how to say it,

but it was something

about voices or being marked.

When I first started the job,

we used to joke about it.

Don't go too deep or the forest

will start talking.

You know, fun and games,

but after a while,

after the disappearances,

you stop laughing.

See, I told you guys

this place was perfect.

Yeah, until the first mosquito bites.

Hey, bitch!

I already got two mosquito bites.

Look at these.

All right.

Fire there, tents there,

and then later,

bourbon right here.

Wait, did you actually bring the good stuff?

Come on, man.

Luis, do you think we hiked all the way out here

without proper incentive? Come on.

Fucking signal, man.

Yeah, that's, that's kind of the point.

I mean, we're just out here.

No text, no calls, no

fucking work.

Oh. Poor boy

can't text all his girlfriends.

Oh, Jerry.

Oh, no poor Jerry.

Why are you still coming?

I got to document this.

Otherwise, it's just three dudes

drinking in the woods.

Uh, that's what we're doing, yeah?

Yeah, that's exactly what it I.

Yeah.

Exactly, future generations will need

proof.

You're an Idiot, man.

And yet history will remember me, Jared.

Does that bother you?

Does that kill you inside?

Are you jealous?

The only thing we could prove

was that Bell

was the only survivor.

And no sign

that he had harmed anyone.

Frankly, I don't think

he could have staged

what's on that footage.

Really?

You guys fucking lonely out here or something?

Man. I really can't belie

you thought you heard Bigfoot earlier.

I didn't say Bigfoot, I said something.

Well, maybe we can use you as bait and we can meet him.

Yeah.

Okay. I know you heard that.

Yeah, shh. I heard it.

It's close.

Jared.

It's not me, man.

Ahhhh.

Let me go.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

That's not fucking funny,

okay, I nearly pissed myself.

I'm sorry. I just had to.

You know I have a sensitive bladder.

Fuck you.

All right, I'm going to bed.

Please. Please. Come on, guys.

- Please don't fuck with me! - I'm going bed die bye.

- Good night, boys. - Oh!

Oh, and Jared eat a dick.

Beddie bye, bed die bye, bed die bye, bed die bye.

Look, predators evolve

to exploit vulnerabilities,

right?

Wolves isolate the weakest deer.

Spiders mimic prey vibrations.

So this isn't new.

Whatever is out there,

it doesn't chase you.

It learns you.

It waits, it listens.

It uses your own

instincts against you.

Did you hear that?

Jared.

Raymond.

This is just perfect.

This is exactly what I needed.

Thanks a lot of guys.

I'm still a little shook from last night.

So from this point on, I'm not taking any more chances.

I'm recording everything.

Everyone's making fun of me

because of my baby bladder.

But at least I have a strong colon.

Luis.

What the hell?

Are those skulls?

Luis!

Just once I'd like to take a shit in peace.

Come on, Luis, keep it together.

You got this.

You're seeing things.

You're just seeing things.

I believe something's happening out there.

And I believe the people who've

gone missing didn't just get lost.

You start lining up

the reports, the knocks,

the voices,

the empty camps, and it stops looking

like coincidence.

It's a pattern.

Day two of wandering

blind through the wilderness.

Our fearless leader Ray

has us walking in circles.

- Brilliant. - Fuck off! Luis!

Carry my pack, neck mule.

No, no, no, he's just documenting your mouth.

That for the future generations.

That's what you said, right?

That's right, the textbook chapter will be called

Raymond Bell World's Biggest Bitch.

Ooo wee.

At least I don't have to piss every 20 minutes

because I have a little baby bladder.

Because you pissed the bed.

That's not funny.

Jared laughed.

LUIS!

Did you hear that?

Kind of sounded like a person.

May be somebody's lost?

Hello?

Bigfoot.

Someone out there?

Luis' mom?

No, dude, I don't hear my mom out there.

Dude, you better watch what you say.

She's gonna give you a spanking.

That's what I'm hoping for.

Actually,

Raymond, what were you saying again?

About being the world's biggest bitch?

RAYL All I can think about is your mom giving me a spanking.

You're fucking pushing it.

When did things escalate?

That night.

Luis kept filming.

He joked around, like,

you know, we're all a little

drunk

sitting by the fire,

and he went to go

take a piss.

And?

Well he never came back.

Look at this man.

Jared Michael Ross,

future alcoholic of America.

Bro, you know what?

Fuck you man.

You know what your fucking title is?

You're fucking world's biggest bitch.

That's what.

That's what you are, bro.

What is funny?

I think that's my title actual.

Or it was that earlier.

Fucking both of you guys.

Day two in the wilderness.

Current mood:

Surrounded by butt plugs.

Oh, why don't you turn the camera around for yourself

to see what a true butt plug looks like?

You know what? That's.

That's fucking it, man.

- What are you doing? - There's no way I'm letting you have

you only fucking fucking footage on this trip.

- How about this? - Ohhh.

New documentary.

Two geniuses.

Hey.

And their fucking their idiot friend.

How about that?

Oh, fuck you, dude.

Wait, wait. Please.

Real quick though.

Be careful with that camera.

- It's new. - Oh, I'm so sorry, fucking Luis

I didn't realize that you were the only one

that gets to play with the new fucking toys.

All right.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

I gotta go piss.

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

He's got a baby bladder.

The man has a...

Nobody wants to see you pissing, bro.

Don't. I'll edit my dingle out.

It's fine.

I'll need the light, besides

I'll need proof.

If you guys try to kill me.

I'm coming back to your assholes.

Just shut up and take a fucking piss, man.

Not your assholes.

I'm not going to haunt your assholes, but I will.

Dude, just fucking piss.

Okay.

I'm going to haunt you assholes.

Not your assholes.

Did you go after?

We tried.

We looked, but it was dark.

Jared thought maybe he was messing with us.

I mean, Luis did that stuff all the time.

How can you listen to this shit?

Bro

this is art, brother.

Something that you would not fucking understand. Okay?

Oh, yeah. It's this,

and then it's fucking Beethoven.

What the fuck is Luis doing, man?

He's probably out there

jerking his gerkin.

LUIS!

Quit jerking it.

Dude, this is probably

just like that fucking time

where he was trying to pranks us

and he was hiding my sleeping

bag for, like, three hours.

Shenandoah.

Fucking stupid asshole.

Luis.

World's biggest bitch.

Where the fuck are you at, man?

Fucking. I swear to God, when I fucking find you.

Fucking.

It's dark out there.

Who gives a shit, man?

You think he like fell?

Dude, I don't know, man.

I just.

He better not be fucking with us.

Dude, I swear.

We'll probably have to go get.

What?

We got to go get him.

I mean, it's been a while.

All right.

Well, you fucking lead the way, bro.

I got out?

You got the light.

Fucking stupid shit.

Dark as shit, I can't even see anything.

Luis, where are you at, man?

Quit being a dick, man.

This is too far.

Yeah, I can't see fucking shit, man.

Fuck.

What should we do?

This isn't funny, man.

Fuck, it's so dark out.

I mean, we're not gonna find him.

Let's. Let's go back to the fire.

Luis, if this is a fucking prank, man.

I swear.

Fucking help me God!

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Can you speak a little bit

more about Pine Hollow?

What it's like. What it felt like out there.

It's empty.

And quiet.

Almost peaceful in a way.

You heard that, right?

Ray.

Yeah.

Sounded like it came

from over there.

I don't know.

Could have been him.

Yeah, then why the fuck is he not answering?

Luis?

Luis!

Fuck me.

Come on.

Why would he come out this far, man?

I don't know. Maybe he fell or something.

Or maybe.

Oh fuck.

What is it?

His camera.

Aw fuck.

Battery's dead.

How the hell did that

end up out here?

That came from behind us, right?

No closer.

And the knocks?

Always three of them.

Hollow like a dead

tree trunk.

Comes from way off sometimes.

Other times it's close enough

you can feel it in your chest.

Old-timers used to say

that's the woods answering back.

Lacuna legend, talk about spirits

that echo your own soul.

Like the forest is learning you.

I remember my uncle telling me

if you were ever out there and you hear it,

call your name.

Don't answer it.

So I never did.

I swear to God, Ray, I heard him. Okay?

Luis.

It sounded like Luis.

I'm telling you fucking out there.

Yeah, well, I didn't hear shit, man.

Okay. And I did.

He said my name.

Well then why didn't he answer

when you called for him?

I don't know, man.

Okay, but this is one of his fucking pranks.

I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking.

No no no, no.

He wouldn't stay out all fucking night without his pack.

- Okay. - So then is his... what do we think?

He's hurt?

He could be.

Well, look, man, we can't just keep wandering out here.

All right well, let's just give it one more night, then.

And if he's not back by morning.

We pack up our shit and we go

back to the ranger station.

All right.

One more night.

Are you still recording?

Yeah.

Something doesn't fucking feel right, man.

Ray?

Luis.

What are you doing, dude?

Come on, Luis.

Just wanted to watch me piss?

- That's cool. - Give me a second.

If you wanted to watch me

drain my dragon, why didn't

you just ask, Ray?

Where'd you go?

Ray.

Dude.

Ray, is there a reason why you're taking me

on a fucking scavenger hunt?

Where are you?

Luis.

Come here.

Ray, what the fuck are you doing?

Luis.

Jared?

Dude, it's not fucking funny.

It's not fucking funny.

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck was that?

Jaaareeed.

Luis.

Fuck me.

Luis? Quit fucking around, man.

Luis, what the fuck, dude?

Luis?

Aw fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Luis, stop fucking around, man.

Fuck.

Jaaaareeeed.

Do you personally think

Raymond was telling the truth?

Yeah, I mean,

I mean, he wasn't lying.

I've seen liars; Shifty eyes, more details than necessary.

He was just.

He was just broken.

Whatever happened in Pine Hollow.

I don't really know.

Pine Hollow has a reputation.

There's all kinds of stories and histories

going back to the Native Americans.

I don't know what's true or not,

but I do know that

people disappear in those woods

every year.

Some of them take the wrong trail,

get dehydrated,

disoriented - bodies

found miles from campsites.

But most of them.

Most of them are never found.

It's like they up and vanished.

Bell's the only one I've ever seen

walk out.

Whatever happened out there,

whatever happened out there,

whatever he saw

or heard.

That's a hell of a thing to live with.

Ok.

Red light's on

I guess it's recording,

All right, Jared just

Jared just like, I don't know,

he just fucking ran off into the woods.

I tried to follow him, but there's something.

There's something out there.

Something not.

I don't fucking know. I don't know.

What the fuck is going on?

Ray.

Don't fuck.

No no no.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Come on.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

We'll see you soon, Ray.

[Breaking news background mus.

A breakthrough tonight regarding the three

missing hikers coming out of Pine Hollow.

One of the individuals

has been found alive

after spending several days

in the woods off route 322.

More details to come

as the investigation continues.

So what happened when the sun came up?

I packed up what I could

carry, and I left.

What about your friends?

Nothing.

There's no signs for them.

It was like there were just

gone.

I wasn't stationed

out there anymore when that happened.

But I still knew a few old folks out there

on the search team.

They told me it was bad.

Real bad.

Three friends go out.

Only one comes back.

No signs of struggle,

no tracks, no blood.

Just an empty camp.

Raymond.

The one who made it out.

He said something

took his friends, but nobody could figure out what he meant.

I think somebody,

or something's in these woods

that ain't supposed to be here.

And it's smart.

Smarter than people think it is.

Maybe it doesn't kill to feed.

Maybe it kills to keep people away.

Can you tell us how this Lacuna

legend originated?

Yeah. It's one of the darker

stories that's lingered around

this part of New Jersey,

though it predates

settlers entirely.

The Lacuna,

who once lived on these lands,

told of a boy accused

of stealing a turquoise necklace

from the chief's family.

He was innocent, though,

and one of the elders saw who really took it,

the chief's own son, but said nothing.

And when they burned

that boy alive,

he never looked

away from the elder.

They say his eyes

didn't even blink as he cursed

the land.

He swore he'd return as anything

and everything.

The words are hard to translate,

but the meaning is

haunting

the idea that his spirit would no longer

be bound to one body,

that he could become many things.

In the legend,

his spirit takes on the voices

and faces of others,

a reflection, a mimic.

He doesn't chase his victims.

He calls to them, sounding like someone they love

until they walk

willingly into the forest.

In some versions of the story,

his final words were

"mah wikanen taku sni,

which translates to

the marked ones will never leave.

Would you ever consider going back?

Been there, done that.

Got the t-shirt to prove it.

But I don't really see

a reason to go back.

And honestly, I don't think I could.

Whatever happened out there,

I'll never be the same.

What makes you say that?

Because that's where everything begins.

And where it ends.

Can you elaborate on that?

Actually, no.

We're done here.

You guys can see yourselves out.

Let me get your sound.

Well, Ray, man thank you for your time.

Appreciate it.

What's this?

It's still out there.

What did he say?

He said it's still out there.

What's that?

It's a map.

Yeah, should be back by Sunday.

Love you, bye.

Or earlier if we end up killing Tyler.

I heard that.

All right, day one departure log.

We're rolling from the trail head

of Pine Hollow.

We're starting here because

it's about as far as anyone's

officially allowed to drive in.

Raymond Bell's old campsite

is about two miles up the road near the ridge,

past the old fire road.

Dude, are you rolling on this?

Shouldn't we save batteries?

Dude, Chris we are documenting the process, not just the discovery.

Come on baby. AKR.

AKR?

Always keep recording!

Oh, yeah.

Just don't shoot my ass while

I'm hauling 30 pounds of gear up here.

Ian, if I want your opinion,

I'll get it to you.

All right.

Are you ready to do this?

Yeah.

- Framing looks good? - Yeah.

Put the cigarette down.

But, yeah.

I'm not gonna litter,

I put that in my back pocket.

We're here at the trail head of Pine.

Hollow. Raymond Bell's campsite,

and Jared and Luis' final resting place

is a few miles back.

So, boys,

any final thoughts before we head in?

Yeah, let's do this before

I change my mind.

And we are off.

To find the creature of the pine.

What do you think?

Looks like a pretty good spot.

Nice and flat.

- Get the tents up? - Yeah, I I'm fucking tired

so this works perfect.

That's a hell of a hike.

Always complaining.

Aw my back.

Yo, take these. I want to get this on sticks.

Chris,

why don't you throw these.

GoPros up?

- Okay. - Let's get one up

in that tree.

That one right there?

Yeah, I feel like a wide angle looking down.

- Okay. - Might be good.

And then it's

motion censored.

So like if anything moves,

it'll just automatically start

recording.

Sounds like you want something to happen.

Ian, I don't want anything to happen.

I'm hoping we get proof.

There's a big difference.

You think something is just going to wander into camp?

Chris, I don't know,

but if we hear something at night, I'd sure

like to be able to look back and

see what it was.

That's fair.

You also said you want a GoPro in each

one of these tents then too, right?

Yeah. Let's get one in each.

Okay.

Put them in the back,

kind of facing out to the door.

- Okay. - That sound good?

- Yeah. - And sound?

Keep that running.

Running all night?

Yeah.

Ian, always keep recording.

Dude, we're making a documentary

we don't know what we're going to use.

Just keep it running.

We're gonna us a lot of freaking batteries.

I'm going to head off,

film like, a little transition.

You help with that?

No, no. I'm good. Just.

You know what?

Help Chris with the fire then

after you done with the GoPros.

Sound good?

- Yeah. That's good. - All right, I'll meet back up with you.

You brought the big tent?

Despite what your ex-wife says

size doesn't matter, Chris.

I wouldn't want to be

anywhere else with anyone else.

Strike that.

I do wish my son was here.

But Chris and Ian

make great substitutes,

albeit a little bit more lippy.

Oh, yeah.

It's an absolute pleasure working with Tyler.

There's anything I love more.

It's going 66,000 miles an hour

through Fantasyland.

I consider myself

an agnostic when it comes

to the paranormal.

Could be real.

I've just never seen anything personally

that would make me a believer.

We're here at Pine Hollow.

State Forest,

where Raymond Bell

and his friends.

Way too stiff.

Here we go.

No freaking way, dude.

Tell me we got that.

Tell me we got that.

No way, no way, no way.

Yo, bro, did you hear that?

Dog, we got that on.

We definitely got that on camera.

What the.

Okay. Somebody must have pissed in his Cheerios

hard this morning.

Those knocks were insane.

You heard some?

Heard them?

Dude, I got it on camera.

It was three of them. Super clear.

And in this, like, distinct pattern.

Tell him, Chris.

Yeah.

Very scary.

Very haunted.

Oh, fuck you and the horse

you rode in on.

I think we're gonna need some more wood.

All right,

Ian, why don't you take this?

Do something.

Try and be productive, please.

Does eating hot dogs not count?

The less wieners the better, dude.

We're making a documentary.

I don't think you understand

the internet.

Oh, he definitely heard the knocks.

He was, like, 50ft from me.

I'm not sure how he couldn't.

Just, I'm telling you, the mental gymnastics

he goes through to try and discredit something

is unbelievable.

All right. Let's get some tunes going.

Let's get some usable footage.

Hope this works for you, Tyler.

Very usable.

Oh. Hey guys.

Did you get anything?

Guys?

You fucking with me?

Knock it off. You're gonna fry my retina.

What the fuck?

That doesn't make any sense.

You talk like a man with a tissue paper asshole.

- What? - That better?

Okay.

Were you guys fucking with me?

What?

I was looking for that.

Were you fucking with me?

What are you talking about?

Never mind.

Okay.

Did you get some usable footage?

Yeah, I got loads of usable footage.

Dude, I don't think he was talking

about that kind of footage.

We can Double down make a little cash on Pornhub from it.

Oh, now he does understand

the internet.

Tyler?

Chris?

Try and get this.

Were you guys fucking with me

last night?

What are you talking about?

Someone opened my zipper.

I thought was you guys fucking with me.

But I came out and there was nobody out here.

I didn't do shit. Did you do anything?

No, I had nothing to do with that.

I was in my tent.

Was your GoPro still on?

Yeah, it should be.

All right, well, go grab it, dude.

That's definitely something.

It's kind of freaky.

That could be someone out there

fucking with us, though.

That's the shit we came here for, boys.

Come on, let's go.

All right,

I'm gonna get the drone up.

Get a little footage from above. All right?

Wait, you're gonna go by yourself?

Well, yeah. I'm not gonna be far.

I'll be within range.

Keep the cameras rolling.

- All right? - All right.

Oh, yeah. No.

And with the GoPro thing,

we were literally so close.

I can't believe

the creature knocked it down.

I mean, Chris,

Ian, I guarantee you it'll say

it was the wind.

Definitely the wind.

It was the wind.

It was totally the wind.

But it was definitely an intelligent

move by an intelligent being.

We're getting close.

I don't know, man,

the tent thing.

Keep thinking about it.

What, it freak you out?

A little bit,

a little bit.

Yeah, I know.

We could just pack it up,

tell him we got what we needed.

Get the fuck out!

We can't leave.

You know, if we leave, he'll just come back here by himself.

Would that be so bad?

Come on. Look, we just give it one more night,

and then we just

get the fuck out of here.

One more night.

That's all he's getting.

Yo, boys!

He's back.

What?

I got something, baby.

What? What do you mean by something?

You'll see Kemosabe.

[Clap of thunder in the distance.

[Soft meditation music plays.

Chris, what are you doing?

Dude?

I'm gonna hike out on the trail until I get

cell phone signal, and then I'm going to call for help.

Are you kidding me?

Dude, it's pitch black out.

You're gonna end up breaking

your neck.

Well, I'd rather break my neck out there

then stick around here for whatever happened to him.

Oh, come on, dude,

let's just wait until sunrise.

We can go out and find him together.

Dude, you don't get it,

he didn't just fucking get up

and walk out of his tent.

Something took him.

You do not know that.

Come on. Glass half full.

I do know that.

This place is fucked.

We should have never came here.

God damn it! I'm telling you, Chris, if you walk out now,

I'm not coming after you.

Fine.

Good luck.

Mother fucker.

Dude, just keep filming.

All right?

And I'll meet you at the car tomorrow morning.

Do not leave.

Capisce?

You better be there.

Ian?

Dude, where are you?

Ian, where are you, dude? Come on.

Ian say something.

Come on, man.

Seriously, Ian.

Oh, Ian!

Bro. Wait up, man.

Dude, Ian.

Dude, where the fuck are you going, man?

Come on, dog, Ian!

Follow the ridge.

Get your cellphone.

Then get the fuck out of here.

Chris.

Oh fuck.

Just keep moving.

Just keep moving.

Ah shit.

What the fuck?

Oh my God. What the fuck?

Holy shit.

What is this?

Ray?

Then who the fuck did we interview?

Who's there?

Aw fuck.

What?

I hear you.

Who is it?

Tyler?

Who's there?

Who is it?

Oh, shit. Oh!

Fuck. Fuck.

Mah wikanen

taku

sni.

In the legend,

his spirit takes on

the voices and faces of others,

a reflection, a mimic.

He doesn't chase his victims.

He calls to them, sounding like someone they love

until they walk

willingly into the forest.

In some versions of the story,

his final words were "mah wikanen taku sni,"

which translates to

"the marked ones will never leave."

Whatever happened out there,

I'll never be the same.

A group of documentarians are reported

missing in the Pine Barrens, their campsite

abandoned with no signs

of foul play.

Camera and audio gear

were recovered nearby

and turned over to authorities.

Pine Hollow doesn't care

if you believe in it or not.

It listens.

It learns.

And when it calls your name.

Don't answer.

Online rumors swirl

as Netflix and Paramount

have entered a bidding war

for the rights to the story

and the footage.

And now to John in Sports, where the Devils

beat the Flyers 6 to 1.