Transcript of The MOST BELIEVABLE Strange Encounter EVER (And it happened to the police!)

Today's story is about a police officer in Argentina who encounters something totally inexplicable by the side of the road. Some have called this story one of the most credible paranormal stories that exists. But before we get into today's story, if you're a fan of the Strange dark and mysterious delivered in story format, then you've come to the right place because that's all we do and we upload once a week. If that's of interest to you, please sneak into the like buttons house and replace all of their new fresh produce with wax replicas. Also, please subscribe to our channel and turn on all notifications so you don't miss any of our weekly uploads. Okay, let's get into today's stories. On the night of March second, 2006, a 28-year-old police corporal named Sergio Pucheta rode his motorcycle down a dirt road in rural Argentina. It was pitch blackout with no streetlights, and on either side of the road were mostly open fields, interspersed with patches of forest, and there were mountains rising up in the background. There was nobody around him for miles. This was an area called La Pampa, and it was famous for its beautiful landscapes and cowboy culture.

Sergio was out here patrolling for poachers who came out here at night to trap or kill the wild cats, monkeys, and birds that often sold for lots of money on the black market. It had been a quiet night so far, but Sergio knew from experience that the later it got, the more likely it would be that he would catch someone doing something illegal. At around 10:00 PM, Sergio was riding down the road towards a crossroads that locals called El Cruce de las Cañas, and up ahead, he saw the red tail lights of a car. At first, it seemed like this car was coming to a stop, but then it turned off the road and drove into this nearby cluster of low trees and thick vegetation about the size of a football field and then these tail lights disappeared. Sergio felt his heart start to beat a bit faster because he knew this had to be a poacher. Maybe he thought this poacher had seen him and realized he could be a cop, and so was driving off the road and basically trying to hide from Sergio. Sergio sped up on his motorcycle, and when he reached the spot where this car had left the road, he pulled over and he parked.

Sergio climbed off his bike and then radioed into headquarters his location and asked for backup. Then he unholstered his gun. He knew this far out, it was going to take back up a long time to get here, and Sergio had no intentions of letting these poachers get away. Sergio had a flashlight, but he didn't bother to take it out because he didn't want to give away his position. But in the darkness, Sergio was having a really hard time finding where in this vegetation the car had gone. There were no broken branches or crushed bushes. I mean, the entire vegetation looked completely uniform and intact. And so Sergio, with his gun drawn in front of him, began pacing along the shoulder of this road found, looking for tire tracks on the ground. But after looking for a while, he couldn't find any. Like there was no indication that a car was ever here or drove into this vegetation. And so eventually, Sergio just stopped and listened. He figured the poachers could only have driven a little ways into the trees before stopping, and so he hoped to hear them moving around. But as he stood there, all he could hear was the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the crickets and cicadas chirping and buzzing, the hoots of owls, and the long, strange, churing sound of birds known as nightjars.

Sergio knew if he wanted to catch these poachers, he couldn't just sit here all night hoping they made a noise. So he took a deep breath, stepped off the road, and made his way into the trees. He walked quickly but carefully, moving branches aside with one hand and holding his gun with the other, constantly scanning left and right for any movement or light. And when he was about 100 feet into the trees, he finally saw something. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glint in the darkness. And for a second, it almost looked like sunlight reflecting off of something metal. And so Sergio thought, That's got to be the car. I've got them. They're right here. But when Sergio turned to face them, he immediately realized there was no car. What he saw was so jarring, so terrifying, that for a second, he just stood there frozen to the spot. Then as he did, the sounds in the forest began to amplify all around him, and he felt this panic building inside of his chest. He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. A few minutes later, an off-duty police officer who was friendly with Sergio was heading to bed in his home when his phone rang.

He looked at the screen and saw it was Sergio calling him, so he opened his phone and said hello. But Sergio didn't say hello back. Instead, in a voice that was unusually cold and monotone, Sergio just said, Come to Las Cañas, you know what to do. And before this other officer could ask Sergio what he meant, what's going on here, the line just went dead. The officer tried to call Sergio back, but Sergio didn't answer. The officer really had no idea what was going on here. This was exceptionally odd behavior by Sergio, and so this officer felt compelled to call it into headquarters just in case. But when this officer got the dispatcher on the phone, the dispatcher told him they actually already had backup on their way to Sergio right now. The dispatcher told him that they were actually pretty worried about Sergio, too. Because after Sergio's first radio call had come in where he gave his location and asked for backup, they had lost contact with him. Every time they had tried to call him back, he wasn't answering. Meanwhile, the backup, three police cars full of officers, sped past cornfields into the remote area that contained Las Cañas, where Sergio had last been.

When they got to the actual spot When they got on the road where Sergio had said he was, like his actual location, they found his motorcycle, but Sergio was nowhere to be found, and nobody else was there either. It was just this motorcycle. The three cars pulled over near the motorcycle, and the officers got out. One of the officers tried again to hail Sergio on the radio, but again, they were met with silence. They all fanned out with their flashlights and began searching this road up and down, looking for any sign of Sergio. After a minute or two, one of the officers spotted this cluster of metal in the sand by the side of the road. Now, this officer did not immediately connect whatever this metal was with whatever happened to Sergio. They just walked over to see what it was. But when he actually reached it and shone his light directly on it, he gasped and called out to the other officers, Over here, because these pieces of metal definitely had something to do with Sergio. They were the completely disassembled parts of Sergio's radio and his gun. This discovery immediately launched a major police search operation.

More backup poured into Las Cañas, and officers teamed up and continued to search the area. And pretty quickly, officers found what looked like Sergio's footprints heading away from the road and into the cluster of trees. So the officers began to follow them. However, after about 100 feet into the trees following these footsteps, they noticed something very strange. The footprints were getting further and further apart. At first, the officers thought, Okay, well, maybe Sergio began sprinting and taking really big long strides. But as they continued following these steps through the trees and out the backside into this big field, the distance between these steps continued to get bigger and bigger until finally the gap from one step to the next was 10 feet apart, then 15 15 feet apart, and then 20 feet apart. I mean, even if Sergio had been sprinting at full speed and literally leaping, this was too big of a distance to cover. I mean, this was literally humanly impossible. The police officers following these prints looked at each other uneasily. Each footprint was perfectly clear. There was no mistaking this was a human footprint. And then also, they were certain they were not missing prints in between the ones they could see.

They really were spaced this far apart. The officers had been talking to each other when they began following these prints, but now they just walked in silence. For more than one mile, they tracked Sergio's bizarre, seemingly impossible trail through open fields and trees until they arrived at a cornfield. And then suddenly the trail of footprints just stopped. It was like Sergio had pushed off his right foot and then just vanished. Thank you to Better Help for sponsoring today's video. In 2017, I left the military after seven years, and I knew reintegrating into civilian life was going to be a challenge, but I was not prepared for just how much of a challenge it would be. When you're in the military, it's like you're in a bubble. It's its own world. And so once I was out of that bubble in the real world again, I was shocked by just how much I didn't know how to do. I didn't know how to use new technology. I didn't know how to find a good job. I didn't even know what a good job was. The jobs themselves were confusing. And On top of all that, I was struggling with really dark intrusive thoughts that were making my life a living nightmare.

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The search for Sergio went on all night, despite the fact that it started to pour at around 2:00 AM. But the officers never gave up. However, beyond those footsteps, they never found any other trace of Sergio. There was one other thing police couldn't find. There was absolutely no sign of the poachers that Sergio had called in before he had vanished. There were no tire tracks from any vehicle other than Sergio's motorcycle. There was no broken vegetation or anything like that. It looked like no car had ever been driven into these trees. There were no signs of any struggle either that would explain why Sergio was gone and why his gun and radio were disassembled by the side of the road. The whole situation just made absolutely no sense. At 4:30 PM on March 3, 2006, so roughly 18:00 10 hours after Sergio had disappeared, a farmer was walking on his property about 12 miles away from Las Canias when he looked up ahead and he saw this dark figure sitting by the side of the road. The farmer squinted to get a better look, and the figure looked like a man, But he was all curled up into a ball and he was sitting in the mud.

Now, keep in mind, this area is in the middle of nowhere, and so this farmer did not get a lot of people passing through the area, and so to see anybody was pretty rare, let alone what he was seeing now. Also, feeling curious, the farmer called out to this man but didn't get a response, and so he just started walking towards him. When he got up close, he saw this man was a police officer in full uniform. He had his knees pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around him and his head was buried in his lap, and so the farmer couldn't see his face. And weirdly, even though it had only recently stopped raining and the ground that the officer was sitting on was still wet, this man was totally dry. The farmer leaned down and gently put his hand on the man's shoulder and said, Sir, are you okay? But the officer didn't react at all. He just stayed there motionless, head in his lap, not reacting, totally silent. And this was just too strange. The farmer backed away, took out his phone, and he called the police. It didn't take long for the police to show up and identify this seated police officer as Sergio Pucheta.

But Sergio wouldn't talk to the police anymore than he would speak to the farmer. He didn't appear to be physically injured, but there was definitely something wrong with him. So the officer has called an ambulance, and they examined Sergio's boss to see if he could get Sergio to respond. And when Sergio's boss showed up, he was able to coax Sergio up off the ground, but still, Sergio wouldn't speak. All he would do is give his boss a big hug and just break down and cry. So his boss led Sergio over to the ambulance, which had just arrived, and he got him in the back, and he sat with him, and then went with Sergio to the hospital and followed him into his exam room. At first, inside the exam room, Sergio didn't want anybody touch him, and he was very anxious, and he kept squinting and grimacing every time the lights were put on him. But after a few minutes, he did let the doctors and nurses remove his clothes and examine his body for wounds. Sergio's boss had expected that Sergio would have injuries. I mean, he figured he had likely been assaulted or kidnapped.

But as he watched the doctors and nurses check Sergio out, it was very clear that Sergio did not have any injuries. There were no bruises, no cuts, no sign of any physical struggle at all. And not only that, as the nurse took Sergio's vitals, it was clear that he was not dehydrated or sick at all, despite the fact he had just been missing for 18 hours with no supplies. The only injury the medical team did find on Sergio was to his feet, but it did not help clarify anything. When they removed Sergio's boots and socks, they found these bizarre burns on the soles of his feet. It looked like he'd been standing on a hot surface. Over the next couple of hours, Sergio did finally begin to talk. Here is the totally wild story that he told. At 10:00 PM the night before, when Sergio had followed the poachers into the trees, he had been absolutely certain that he had seen the metal of the poacher's car reflecting the sunlight. However, he didn't. There was no car. There were no poachers. When he turned, all he saw in the darkness were two sets of burning red eyes staring back at him.

Sergio stood there stunned, unsure who or what these eyes belonged to. And then before he could do anything, the eyes began to move closer to him. And as they did, Sergio realized with growing horror that these were not human eyes. These were not animal eyes. These eyes belonged to some creature he had never seen before. All he could make out beyond the burning red eyes were these slim, gray bodies with big heads and long, skinny fingers, and they didn't appear to blink at all. Sergio opened his mouth to scream, but when he did, no sound came out. And that's when Sergio realized that not only could not scream, but he no longer was able to move. But then suddenly, he felt this intense pressure in his torso and his back involuntarily arched in response. He tried to wrench himself free of whatever seemed to be in control of him, but he couldn't. It felt like his spine was going to snap. And then he felt himself begin to walk out of the forest backwards, like his back is arched in this totally unnatural position, and he's marching out of the trees. And then as he's doing this, he watched helplessly as one of his hands went down and pulled out his phone.

And then he dialed the number of that officer. And then this detached cold voice came out of Sergio's mouth, telling his friend, Come to Las Cañas, you know what to do. And as Sergio continued to walk in this bizarre bent-over gait, he felt himself reach for his gun. And after he drew it, he watched in horror as his hands fully disassemble it and dropped the pieces on the ground. And then he watched himself do the exact same thing with his radio. And The whole time, these red-eye creatures are just a few feet away staring at him. It was only after Sergio had disarmed himself that he felt that intense pressure on him subside, and he realized this was his chance to escape. He took off running, but after only going a few steps, he felt himself get hit from behind and he pitched forward. He thought he was falling, but he didn't hit the ground. Instead, it was like he was being lifted up into the sky, and for a moment, he just careened through the air until, abruptly, whatever force was holding him up, let go. He fell to the ground and somehow managed to land on his feet, but then once again, he was lifted back up.

And this time, he was thrown even farther through the air before he hit the ground. And then it happened again. And again and again. And so as this was happening, Sergio realized these red-eye creatures must be the ones in control, and they were playing with him. They knew he was trying to escape, but they didn't stop him. They just kept picking him up and throwing him forward over and over again. And as all this happened, Sergio began to feel his feet burn. The last thing he remembered was running through a cornfield. And as he did, he realized suddenly that it seemed like he was all alone. The red-eye creatures were gone. And so Sergio looked over his shoulder and all he saw were swaying corn stalks and darkness. And for a moment, he's thinking, maybe this is all over. But then, still running, he turned to look straight ahead and he saw there was this incredible wall of just pure darkness. There was no cornfield, no ground at all. In fact, there was no sky, no moon, no stars, nothing. It was just pure black, like he had reached the actual edge of the world.

And then, once again, he felt himself begin to rise into the air, and he looked down into this darkness, into this void, and staring back at him, our two red, glowing eyes. After that, Sergio passed out, and he had no idea how he wound up 18 hours later on the side of the road, absolutely frozen in fear. No one has ever been able to explain what happened to Sergio, including Sergio himself. But it should be noted that Argentina and South America, more broadly, is a very well-known hotbed of paranormal activity. Following this incident, Sergio was so traumatized that he retired from the police force. To this day, cops and locals still report seeing strange lights in an around Las Cañas. And now, here's a clip from the latest episode of Run Full. Enjoy.

I just got a weird call, and sorry, I was supposed to record an episode on this haunted doll, but that can wait. Because I just heard... Let me get my bearings here. I'm rattled if you couldn't tell. I just hung up the phone. No, wait. Sorry. Let me backtrack a bit. I've been in the recording studio for it's got to be more than 24 hours, maybe more like a day and a half, something like that. See, we had a lot of run-fool episodes to get through, and I'd fallen behind. So I suggested we knock them all out this weekend. Maybe it's the tortured writer in me, but I love an all-nighter. It feels good to retreat from the world. Leave my life, my friends, family, just work. Anyways, it's been me, our sound engineer, Kevin, and our producer, Abicar, here in the booth. No cell phones, no drama, nothing but Doritos, Pepsi, terrifying legends, and a voice in our heads, telling us we have much to do and not enough time to do it. A few hours ago, I made Abicar go out and get us all some grub, something that wasn't bright orange. He hasn't come back.

Before I got this call, I was pissed about that because I was hungry. And it felt like he was wasting our time. But then the phone in the recording booth rang. I guess it's not a phone exactly. It's one of those intercom things where you can call between studios in the building. There was a man on the other end, a stranger. He sounded almost manic. I don't know if he could hear me since he kept asking if anyone was there. Seemed like he hoped there was, though, because he kept talking. Tell me quite a story. I'm going to need more time than usual to tell you this one. It's not some campfire, fight night I can get through in a half hour. It's too big for that. Too irreversible. So I need you to buckle in and stay with me here. You hear that? Kevin just left to see if there's any truth to what this caller said. If there is... If there is, it means Abicar isn't coming back. Might not either, because if what this guy said is true, everyone outside this booth is dead.