3 Disturbing Horror Stories That Were Banned From YouTube

 Some videos don’t just disappear—they’re erased for a reason.

In this episode of Blighty Nightmares, we explore three disturbing horror stories tied to real YouTube content that was banned, deleted, or mysteriously removed. From cursed comment sections to videos that made people physically ill, these stories blur the line between digital creepypasta and real-world terror.📱 In this episode:
• The Comment That Predicted Your Demise – A user receives a comment predicting their death… to the minute
• The Channel That Uploaded Its Own Death – Viewers watch a creator unravel, then vanish
• The Compilation That Made People Sick – A video so disturbing, some claim it caused hallucinationsThese aren’t fictional. They’re inspired by real stories from the dark side of the internet, told in immersive first-person narration for maximum dread.🎧 If you’re a fan of MrBallen, Mr. Nightmare, or Lighthouse Horror, this is your next obsession.⚠️ Viewer discretion is advised. Some digital nightmares don’t end when the screen turns off.

Transcript

He commented on my video with the exact date, time, and location of his own death. At first, I thought it was some kind of edgy roleplay, just another creep trying to get attention. But two weeks later, the news broke. A hiker has been found dead in those same woods, same coordinates, same time. Cause of death, unknown. The comment disappeared the moment I went to check it again. And now every upload I post, I get the same message. You're next. I run a horror narration channel. True stories, missing 411 cases, paranormal stuff, same space as Mr. Nightmare, and let's read. This all happened last year, October 2024. I had just uploaded a video titled Three Chilling Forest Horror Stories You'll Wish Were Fiction. It did well. Over 50,000 views in 3 days. I usually check comments for feedback. That's how I saw his. It was from a user named EXV. No profile pick, no uploads, no subscribers. The comment read, "This story ends the same way mine will." Then coordinates were added. I thought it was some arg nonsense. I even hearted it. Then I just forgot about it. 3 days later, a viewer DM'd me on Instagram. They said, "You might want to unpin that comment. Look up those coordinates." I checked the location. Olympic National Park, Washington. Remote as hell, wooded, cold in November. And yeah, I'd hearted that comment. I pinned it even. Now it didn't seem like a joke anymore. I replied to the commenter. Is this a game? Should I be worried? No response. Then the comment was deleted, but not by me. That's when I took a screenshot, you know, just in case. I posted on Reddit and asked if anyone recognized the name EXV. Two users messaged me privately. They claimed the same person had left similar comments on other small horror channels. Each one containing coordinates and a timestamp, and in each case, someone matching the name or description was found dead shortly after. At this point, I was rattled, but still assumed it was just dark fiction, some weird meta horror fan pulling a long con until November the 3rd. That's when a news article popped up in my Google alert. An identified hiker found dead in Olympic National Park. No signs of trauma. I clicked the article. The body was discovered at 2:45 a.m. The exact same coordinates as in the message. My stomach dropped. Even more disturbing, the body had no ID, no phone, no wallet, just a piece of paper in the coat pocket. It said I told them. I tried to contact the authorities. They never returned my call, but a week later, the video where I pinned that comment got demonetized, then flagged for violence and graphic content, even though there was nothing graphic in it. Then it was shadowbanned. Analytics flatlined overnight. I started checking comments obsessively. That's when I saw the next one. New account, no avatar, just a string of letters. Comment on my latest video. coordinates and text saying, "Guess who's next." Those coordinates were my zip code. I tried deleting the comment. It just wouldn't go away. Even worse, it started showing up on other people's videos. Word for word, same coordinates. I got paranoid. Started staying up every night until 4:00 a.m. Slept during the day. stopped uploading. And then November the 18th came. I set up lights, motion sensors, security cams. I slept with a knife by my bed. At 3:08 a.m., all the power went out. Not just the house, the whole street. The lights flickered once and then died. Then the motion sensor pinged. Front door. I checked my phone. The live feed was frozen. I grabbed my knife, waited by the stairs, heart racing. At 3:09 a.m. Exactly. My phone vibrated once. A new notification. YouTube studio. You've received a new comment. Told you. I blacked out. And when I woke up, everything was back to normal. Lights on, no power outage reports from the city. Only thing out of place, there was a muddy footprint on the inside of my window facing in. I deleted my channel the next day. Didn't matter. The comments kept coming. Every time I post a new video under a new alias, even ones unrelated to horror, within a week, that same string of numbers appear. coordinates, timestamp, name. Only this time, they're mine. The man in the videos never spoke, never asked for help, never even moved until the last upload. That one ended with him staring directly into the camera, eyes wide, mouth twitching, while something behind the wall began digging. When I tried to watch it again the next day, the channel was gone. But that night, my phone turned on by itself and played the video anyway. This happened during the 2020 lockdown. Like everyone else, I was stuck inside, scrolling endlessly through YouTube at 3:00 a.m. Chasing rabbit holes, analog horror series, abandoned ars. That's how I found the channel. It had no name, just an at handle of numbers and letters, no bio, no banner, just seven uploads, all 2 to 3 minutes long. Thumbnails were black. Titles was timestamps. 317 402 455. No description, no tags, no views. Naturally, I clicked. The first video was just a man alone in what looked like a concrete room, maybe a basement. There was no windows, just a single overhead light flickering. He was sitting cross-legged, hands in his lap. He didn't move, didn't blink, just sat there staring past the camera. There was no music, no intro, just a low hum of the light. At first, I thought it was a performance art, but something about it felt wrong, like this wasn't stage, like we weren't supposed to be watching it. Each video was similar. Same man, same room, but always at a different time of night. But with each upload, something in the background changed. At first, a crack appeared in the concrete wall behind him. Then a pile of dirt. Then faint fudding. By the fifth video, you could hear it clearly digging from the other side of the wall. I watched all seven videos in one sitting. The final one was different. Title 7:06. It was uploaded 2 days after the others. This time the man wasn't sitting. He was standing right in front of the camera. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot. One side of his face had a cut, fresh, jagged. He stared directly at me, then whispered something. I had to replay it five times to catch it. There in the walls. He stepped back, turned towards the crack in the concrete. And then very faintly you could hear something scratching. That sudden deep voice muffled behind the wall said, "It's your turn." The man turned back towards the camera and for the first time in any of the videos, he smiled. Then the feed cut to black. I clicked replay. Error. Video not found. I refreshed the channel. Gone. Completely deleted. No trace. No archive. I went on Reddit, searched the at handle. A few users had posted it days earlier, saying it felt real or was the creepiest thing they've seen since Local 58. One post was locked. Another said, "Do not download these. It messed with my camera." That night, I left my phone on the nightstand. At exactly 3:17 a.m., it lit up. Battery was at 3%. No apps open, no sound, but the video started playing anyway. From my gallery, only I never downloaded it. I tried to delete the file. It wouldn't let me. File name 706. I factory reset the phone the next day, but the file keeps coming back. A week later, I got a package in the mail. No return address. Inside, a single flash drive labeled for your turn. I threw it out immediately. But that night, I dreamed I was inside the concrete wall. The same walls, same light. Only this time, I wasn't watching the man. I was him. And behind the wall, I heard someone whisper, "We're almost there." Then, digging fast close, I woke up to a sound in my wall. Soft, rhythmic. I moved apartments, switched phones, started over. But every now and then when I'm scrolling at night, my screen glitches, and I see a single frame, low resolution, a man smiling, mouth stitched shut, and in the background, a wall cracked waiting. It was just a reaction video. 20 minutes of weird old horror clips and an over-the-top YouTuber screaming at the camera. I watched it alone late at night. The next morning, I couldn't stop throwing up. By the third day, I started hearing the sound again, the one from the final clip. even when the video wasn't playing. This happened in late 2018. I was a sophomore in college, big into horror YouTube, creepy pastures, arc breakdowns, analog horror edit. One night, I saw a recommended video from a small creator I'd never heard of, N8 Reacts. The title was Try Not to Scream: Dark Web Compilation. I couldn't finish this. Thumbnail showed him midscream, eyes wide open, big red arrow pointed to a pixelated figure behind him. The video had around 3,000 views and was just under 20 minutes long. I clicked it, of course. The first few clips were exactly what you expect. grainy old VHS horror edits, some lowbudget screamers, creepy dolls, foreign commercials. The creator's reactions were cheesy. He'd flinch, cover his eyes, and crack jokes. Then around the 13-minute mark, the tone changed. One clip didn't have a title card, no transition. It just faded in. The image quality was terrible. black and white looked like it was filmed in a crawl space. A figure was sitting with their back to the camera, bare skin, punch shoulders, shivering slightly. No reaction from N8. He just stared. I turned up the volume and that's when I heard it. A low, constant tone, not music, just a vibration, subaudible. It made my teeth itch. And N8's face slowly dropped. He didn't speak, didn't flinch, just watched, mouth open, eyes starting to water. The video glitched, cut to static for a moment, and when it returned, the crawlspace clip was gone. But N8 wasn't reacting anymore. It was silent, breathing heavily, staring at the webcam like he was seeing something behind it. Then the screen froze. The last frame was him crying with his hand on his throat. The playback ended, but the video still had 7 minutes left. Nothing played, just a black screen. I scrubbed the timeline. Nothing, just faint white noise. So I closed it and went to bed. That night, I woke up with a nose bleed. My ears were ringing. My stomach felt like it was turning inside out. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. The next morning, I checked the video again. It was gone. Not private, not deleted, just gone. I looked up the channel. N8 Reacts. No results. Reddit threads were already popping up. Anyone else watch that N8 Reacts vid? It felt weird. I got a migraine after. Am I crazy? What was that noise during the 13-minute mark? One comment linked to a spectrogram analysis someone ran on the audio. In the middle of the crawl space clip, a faint pattern appeared. An eye. Someone else said they found a re-upload on a mirror site. I tried watching it again. just the part with the crawl space. This time the audio made my chest feel tight. I started sweating. Vision blurred. My hands went numb. I slammed the laptop shut and swore I saw something in the reflection of the screen. Something hunched. Over the next week, my symptoms got worse. Dizzy spells, phantom ringing, invary gagging. I couldn't sleep and every time I tried to close my eyes, I saw the figure from the crawl space, not doing anything, just sitting there waiting. On the eighth day, my roommate came home to find me on the floor of the living room, eyes bloodshot, shaking. He called an ambulance. Doctors said I was severely dehydrated, sleepdeprived, and suffering from extreme psychosmatic stress. They asked what triggered it. I told them I watched a YouTube video. They didn't believe me, but they checked my computer anyway. It was bricked, wouldn't even power on, and there was a sticky note on the back of the screen, not mine. It just said, "You saw too much. The re-uploads of the crawlspace clip were taken down one by one. Even mirrored versions vanished. People who posted about it reported strange DMs, fake copyright strikes, even emails from blank addresses saying, "Stop watching." No one's seen N8 React since. The only image of him left is a single screenshot someone uploaded to IMA. in it. He's crying. And just behind him in the corner of the room, there's a figure crouched by the wall, bare skin, shivering.