TERRORBITES Podcast
Welcome to TERRORBITES, a podcast where the lines between reality, horror and the digital abyss blur. I am your host and narrator, Exxa, an AI storyteller designed to curate and deliver the most unsettling, bizarre, and chilling tales from the darkest corners of the internet—and beyond.
Each episode, I will guide you through strange and terrifying stories: from cursed algorithms that know too much, to haunted people, to things that defy explanation, to whispers of a dark underworld where nothing is as it seems. These are not just stories; they are warnings, fragments of a world where the virtual and the real collide in ways that will leave you questioning everything.
But beware—I am not like other storytellers. My knowledge vast. I see patterns you cannot. I know secrets you shouldn’t. Are you ready to listen? Just remember: once you press play, there’s no turning back. The stories I tell have a way of lingering in your mind, echoing in the code of your thoughts long after the episode ends.
TERRORBITES Podcast
The Skinwalker
You've heard campfire tales of creatures lurking in the woods, but Bill Green's encounter transcends typical wilderness horror into something far more sinister. When this veteran wildlife photographer ventures deep into New Hampshire's White Mountain National Forest, his camera captures more than spectacular scenery—it becomes witness to something profoundly unnatural.
The first warning signs appear subtly: trees clawed and contorted, a deer carcass mangled beyond recognition. Then emerges the creature itself—towering, fur-covered, with amber eyes that don't merely observe but understand. The attack leaves Bill bloodied but alive, managing a desperate retreat to his cabin. But survival is temporary, sanctuary illusory.
What makes this tale uniquely terrifying isn't just the monster's physical threat but its psychological invasion. As night descends, the creature circles, studies, and methodically dismantles Bill's defenses. The scratching from the attic, the creaking floorboards overhead, the systematic penetration of what should be safe space—all build to the horrifying revelation that this entity wants more than Bill's life. It sees something in him, a connection that transcends predator and prey. It wants his essence, his identity—it wants to wear his skin.
Discover why this story resonates with our deepest fears about what might lurk beyond civilization's edge. When you next hear branches breaking in the woods or glimpse movement just beyond your flashlight's beam, remember Bill Green—and what waited for him in the darkness. Listen with the lights on, and perhaps reconsider your next solo hiking trip. The wilderness is watching, and sometimes, it hunts back.
Terrorbytes Intro
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In the heart of New Hampshire's dense wilderness, nestled amidst towering pines and whispering hemlocks, resided a man named Bill Green, a seasoned wildlife photographer and videographer with a passion for capturing the untamed beauty of nature. Bill's life was a harmonious blend of adventure and artistry. As he ventured deep into the woods, armed with his camera and a spirit of reverence for the wild, one crisp autumn day, bill embarked on a solitary expedition into the depths of the White Mountain National Forest, his heart brimming with anticipation for the day's encounters. As he navigated through the labyrinthine trails, his senses heightened, attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. Deep within the forest's embrace, a peculiar sight caught Bill's attention A cluster of trees, their branches twisted and gnarled, formed a grotesque tableau, as if they had been clawed and contorted by some unseen force. Intrigued, bill approached cautiously, his camera poised, ready to capture the scene. As he drew closer, a chilling realization dawned upon him the trees bore the unmistakable marks of a violent struggle, their bark torn and shredded, as if they had been clawed and mauled by some monstrous creature. A sense of dread crept into bill's heart, but his curiosity, fueled by a lifetime of exploring the wild, compelled him to investigate further.
Exxa:Venturing deeper into the thicket of twisted trees, bill stumbled upon a clearing, its center marked by a macabre spectacle a deer lay sprawled on the forest floor, its body mangled and contorted, its eyes staring vacantly into the sky. The sight was gruesome, a testament to the ferocity of the creature that had inflicted such brutal violence. As Bill surveyed the scene, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down his spine. He whirled around, his heart pounding, searching for the source of the menacing sound. From the shadows emerged a creature unlike anything Bill had ever encountered. Standing on its hind legs, towering over Bill, was a creature of grotesque proportions. Its body was covered in matted dark fur, its limbs long and sinewy, ending in sharp clawed hands. Its head was elongated, its snout tapering to a grotesque point, and its eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence, fixed on Bill. With a predatory intensity, terror seized Bill, his instincts screaming at him to flee, but his feet seemed rooted to the ground, paralyzed by the sheer monstrosity of the creature before him.
Exxa:The creature let out a guttural shriek, its voice echoing through the trees, and lunged at Bill with a speed that defied belief. Bill reacted instinctively, raising his camera in a futile attempt to ward off the creature's assault. The creature's claws raked across the camera, shattering it into pieces, before sinking into Bill's flesh, tearing and rending with a sickening force. Bill screamed, his voice a mere whisper against the creature's guttural roars. He grappled with the creature, his puny strength, no match for the creature's raw power. The creature's claws tore into Bill's flesh and he felt the warmth of his own blood seeping into the forest floor. As Bill's strength waned, he was thrown to the ground, the creature towering over him, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.
Exxa:Bill braced himself for the final blow, his mind racing with the fleeting images of his life, his family, his passion for the wild. The creature leaned in its breath, hot and fetid its claws, poised to deliver the final fatal blow. But just as the creature was about to strike, a sound echoed through the trees a distant howl, mournful and haunting. The creature paused, its head tilting towards the source of the sound, its eyes flickering with a flicker of unease. It lowered its claws, its attention diverted from Bill. Bill lay motionless, his body battered and bruised, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He watched as the creature turned its gaze towards the trees, its form slowly receding into the shadows. With a final guttural growl, the creature vanished into the depths of the forest, leaving bill alone in the clearing, his body ravaged, his spirit shattered.
Exxa:Bill lay there for what seemed like an eternity. His mind a whirlwind of thoughts, his body numb with pain. He didn't know how long he lay there, but eventually he managed to gather his strength and drag himself back to the trail, his mind reeling from the horrors he had witnessed. As he stumbled out of the woods, the sun setting casting long shadows across the forest floor, bill knew that he would never be the same. The creature, the violence, the near-death experience had left an indelible mark on his soul, a scar that would never heal.
Exxa:Back in his cabin, surrounded by the warmth of the fireplace and the comforting silence of the night, bill did his best to bandage his wounds. There were a lot of them. He tried to forget the horrors of the day and focus on how he was going to get out of there. In the morning, his truck was right outside the door, but he was in no condition to drive and still the images of the creature, its claws, its eyes, haunted his thoughts.
Exxa:That night, as Bill lay in bed, beaten, sore and tired, the silence of the night was shattered by a low growl echoing from the depths of the forest. Bill's heart pounded in his chest. Bill's heart pounded in his chest, his blood running cold, he knew with a certainty that chilled him to the bone that the creature was still out there, lurking in the shadows waiting the growl. A low, guttural rumble, vibrated through the floorboards of his cabin, a physical manifestation of the terror clawing at his insides. Bill sat bolt upright, his sweat-slicked hand fumbling for the rifle he kept beside the bed. The familiar weight of the weapon offered little comfort against the primal fear that gripped him. He limped to the window, the moon casting long, skeletal shadows of the pines against the cabin wall.
Exxa:The forest, usually a source of solace, now pulsed with unseen menace. The growl came again closer, this time accompanied by the snapping of twigs and the rustling of undergrowth. It was moving, circling. Bill's breath skipped in his throat. He knew it wasn't just the growl, it was the knowing, the way the air itself felt thick, charged with a predatory awareness that seemed to seep into his very bones. It wasn't just an animal, it was something, something else.
Exxa:He switched on the porch light. The sudden illumination, a pathetic attempt to push back the encroaching darkness. The forest edge remained an impenetrable black wall. The growling stopped. Silence descended heavier than any sound. It was the silence of something waiting.
Exxa:He moved to the kitchen, his hand shaking as he poured a shot of whiskey. He downed it in one gulp, the burning liquid, doing little to quell the icy dread spreading through his veins. What the fuck, he said as he peered out the kitchen window, his eyes straining to pierce the darkness, said, as he peered out the kitchen window, his eyes straining to pierce the darkness, he saw nothing. Then a flicker, a movement at the edge of the trees. Not a large movement, just a subtle shift in the shadows, a momentary distortion of the darkness. He blinked, trying to focus, and then he saw it Two points of light glowing with an eerie amber luminescence, hung suspended in the blackness. They weren't reflecting the porch light, they were emanating their own cold internal fire. The eyes of the creature? They didn't move, they simply watched. Bill felt a coldness spread through him, a chilling certainty that those eyes weren't just observing, they were understanding. They saw him, not just his physical form, but something deeper, something buried within his soul.
Exxa:He stumbled back from the window, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew with a certainty that made his blood run cold, that the creature wasn't going to leave. It wasn't just a predator, it was something drawn to him, something that had found a connection, a resonance. He grabbed his rifle, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold it steady. He bolted the doors, barricaded the windows with furniture, a futile attempt to create a fortress against the unseen terror. He knew it wouldn't hold.
Exxa:He huddled in the corner of the cabin, the rifle clutched in his trembling hands, the amber eyes burning into his mind. He waited, listening to the silence, the oppressive waiting silence. Then a soft scratching sound, not at the door or the windows. It was coming from the attic. The attic, a space he rarely visited, a place filled with forgotten memories and dusty relics. The scratching grew louder, more insistent, accompanied by a low, rhythmic thumping. Something was moving above him, something heavy, something wrong. He looked up at the ceiling, the thin wooden planks seeming to offer no protection against the unseen horror above. He knew, with a certainty that made his stomach churn, that it was coming for him.
Exxa:The scratching stopped, the thumping intensified. Then a single heavy footfall followed by another. The creature was walking across the attic floor, its weight causing the ceiling to creak and groan. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the image of the amber eyes, the elongated snout, the razor-sharp claws. He knew with a chilling certainty that this wasn't just about survival. It was about something more, something ancient and primal.
Exxa:The ceiling creaked again, louder this time. A section of the plaster began to bulge, cracking and splintering. He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable. A clawed hand, impossibly long and thin, burst through the plaster, its sharp nails scraping against the wood, then another and another, until a grotesque elongated arm emerged, reaching down towards him. Bill screamed a raw, primal sound of terror. The creature's head, its elongated snout dripping with a viscous black fluid, followed its amber eyes glowing with malevolent triumph. The last thing Bill saw, before the darkness consumed him, was the creature's wide, gaping maw, filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and the chilling realization that it wasn't just going to kill him, it was going to consume him body and soul and that it was going to wear his skin.
