We're going to talk about the werewolf of the Swiss Alps. That's what I called it. This is a story from World War two. It was a user on Reddit. His name was Igloo. He said they said their grandfather was a member of the British Army and was a captain during the war. They had to they were in this village and the Swiss Alps. They got snowed in during the winter in nineteen forty three. The telephone lines were out, so they couldn't contact out and they were just kind of stuck their until the snowstorm had passed and they were able to bulldoze their way out. Most of the villagers only spoke you know, German Swiss, and the soldiers only spoke English. So when the soldiers were out at a local bar one night, a man came up yelling where take you the children? And they were very confused by this, so they rounded up a translator and took the guy back to the base and they started talking to him. So that since they got there, items started going missing, a tarp, some wood, a halberd, and it was just basically like a long axe pollaxe thing. Then children started disappearing, and they said that if there's just been one child, they probably have written it off as a weird or tragic incident. They were stuck in the mountains, they're in the snow, there's wild animals, but three kids were missing. The captain told the villagers that he would continue to look into the matter, and they began sending men out on nightly patrols to look for whoever or whatever it was the culprit behind these disappearances. That night, the first night when they started sending out patrols, a private went missing. His name was Reginald, so they believed at this point that it was something else it was. There were some of the reason why the feo were disappearing. They said that an animal might get a kid, like a wolf or something, but a full grown man with a rifle being disappearing one night is very strange. So there was rumors that there was a monster in the mountains and it came down a night to feast on them. They kept doing nightly patrols for a few nights, and one night, the grandfather and a few other soldiers see a person standing outside the windows of a darkened house looking into it. They shout for him to stay put instead, he runs off. They run after him, and they see him jump into a cave and then they get shot at from inside that cave. They start shooting back, and then slowly the bullet stopped getting fired back at them, and they realized that the person inside is dead. They go in there and they find Vaginald shot through the heart, surrounded by seven half eaten children. What well? What? How? What happened? Like? How did they know? Was there any resolution there? They assumed he hate them? Why? Because war is that? You said? Yeah, this is the middle of World War two? Wow? Crazy, that's crazy, terrifying. I'm gonna go back to my saying there's a lot of time back here. Yeah, well, I mean that guy at least they got him. I don't know. That's terrible. How long did this go on for? It was over a course of about a week. That's all after the first initial reports of the disaparent kids, So it was rather rapid after that. Oh, it's terrifying. Wow, the speechless here. If you're joining us a lot, That was the creepiest thing story I've heard yet that we've shared the last couple of weeks. Yeah, that was that was again, Reginald was the name of the private that killed those kids. The captain was not named. The rereditor did not give their grandfather's name. So the reginal was for what he was for what side? And then explain the sides here. This is the British Army in the middle of the Swiss Alps. Okay, moving in and occupying it. Terrifying? Yeah wow, wow, less of a person hearing that, thank you? Yeah, that was that was so intense. Oh my god, that's scary and it's scary to see what to think about, what what someone is capable of, you know, that's as crazy. That's why I say that the person is as terrifying as some sort of entity and the right circumstances. Yeah apparently. Well, I mean, I guess it's almost just a scary knowing there's something that evil out there for sure. Jesus Christ. Regional Reginald, Reginald, Reginald the Bastard Reginald. Yeah, dude, Reginald the Eater of Man. What did you title this one? Where Wolf of the Swiss Alps? Whereof the Swiss Alps? That's terrifying. Wow, I got to top that. I'm not trying. It's jokingly. We're not trying to top anything right,
