There are plenty of things in the wasteland that
once you did, but there are a few that simply
watch. No warnings, no explanations, just a man
in an old world suit, perfectly pressed, standing
at the edge of catastrophe, watching, always
watching. And when he leaves, something collapses.
My name is Ron Blackwood, and I'm your host for
Beyond the Ruins Encounters with the Unknown.
While the world as we know it may have ended,
the worst horrors have only just begun. This
week we delve into the story of the Pale Watcher,
who always appears right before catastrophe.
We will also speak with an eyewitness who actually
tried to speak with them, and he witnessed the
destruction afterward. The Pale Watcher isn't
a myth. He's been seen. standing just beyond
the barriers of survivor hubs, settlements, lingering
where something disastrous is about to happen.
The first reported sighting came from Settlement
23, a scavenger camp near the collapsed highways.
A group of traitors spotted him at dawn, standing
at the edge of their perimeter, perfectly still,
hands fast like someone waiting for something.
They left him alone, You left them alone. Three
days later settlement 23 collapsed onto itself.
Was it raided? It wasn't burned. It was swallowed.
It was as if the ground beneath it had just simply
given up. You might think it's a coincidence.
You might think it's survivor paranoia. But there's
a pattern. Wherever he appears the ground doesn't
stay still. Buildings collapse. Resources vanish
overnight, and zones become uninhabitable. Settlement
9, quarantined after unknown fumes rose from
its foundation. The Pale Watcher was seen three
days before it was sealed off. Settlement 51,
the water supply turned black and became undrinkable.
The Watcher was watching the wells days earlier.
At Settlement 36, well, the survivors just disappeared.
They left behind their supplies, their shelter,
everything. But the week before, someone saw
him on the ridge, standing like a monument to
something inevitable. I don't have any explanations
to give you. I just have stories. And the worst
stories? They don't have happy endings. There
are those who claim they approached him, desperate,
fearless, or just too reckless to care. They
asked who he was, though answered. They demanded
to know why he was there, though reaction. But
they all felt something shift. The weight of
the air, the unnatural silence. It was as if
time itself had stalled. And then, he would leave.
Every single one of those survivors lay to face
their own catastrophes. Some lost their homes,
some lost people, and some simply... I don't
know... I don't know what I saw, right? Something
wasn't right. He wasn't right. We were setting
up perimeter defenses, fixing up the last barrier
line when I saw him. He was standing just beyond
the ruins, near the broken highway. He wasn't
moving. He wasn't armed. Just standing. Watching.
I thought maybe he was lost. Maybe he was another
survivor looking for supplies. I called out.
No one... No reactions no movement nothing But
then I don't know how to explain it the air felt
wrong heavy Like the second I spoke something
just shifted I Swear the sky got darker the wind
just stopped and then Then he turned his head
just slightly just enough to let me know he heard
me That's when I knew he wasn't lost He was exactly
where he was meant to be. I ran. I didn't even
think. I ran back toward the barrier, back to
the others. I didn't tell them. I should have,
but I didn't. And two days later, I mean, we
couldn't even drink a water supply. Then the
building started to crack and then the ground
just shifted. And then The settlement was just
gone. My shelter, my home was just gone. I don't
know if he caused it. I don't know if he knew
it was going to happen, but I do know one thing.
He was there just watching. I don't claim to
believe, but I also don't claim not to. The wasteland
doesn't need ghosts. There's enough ruins to
mourn already. But whatever he is, wherever he
came from, he isn't just wondering. He's watching,
waiting, working what won't last. If you ever
see him, well, you might want to start saying
your goodbyes.