The first time I've ever verified a tower. Most of my grind was in secret aside from a few people knowing and this tower took me 6 days to complete if you don't count the times I took breaks. Grinding this tower was the most fun I've ever had in Obbies and I highly recommend you grinding this if you have at least one horrific completed. The only part that sucked was 9 outside being miserable to play. I spent basically all my grind in the original place for this tower and then I got this tower added into TEA so I could grind it there and then I unexpectedly beat the tower on my first attempt there. (Done on 144 FPS)
"If you're brave enough, try to survive a night in Ohio. But beware-Ohio isn’t what it seems. And don’t go alone." I laughed it off at first. Ohio? The land of football and cornfields? Hardly terrifying. But something about the challenge stirred my curiosity. I decided to document the trip under my handle, "a6iq1," and prove once and for all that Ohio wasn't some horror show. I drove in just before dusk. The "Welcome to Ohio" sign was the first red flag. The paint was peeling, and someone had scrawled underneath in red letters: "TURN BACK. YOU DON'T BELONG." Classic prank, I thought. I snapped a picture and posted it. The comments were immediate: "Dude, you need to leave." "It’s not a joke. Don’t go further." "You have no idea what you’re getting into." I ignored them. The road stretched endlessly into the night, the cornfields on either side feeling oppressive, as if they were closing in. Then my car radio began to glitch. Static gave way to whispers. "Why are you here? Who are you really? A6iq1 isn’t your name." I slammed the brakes, heart racing. The road ahead was shrouded in a mist that hadn't been there moments ago. I tried to turn the car around, but the engine sputtered and died. As I stepped out, the temperature plummeted. The fields were no longer just corn. Black, twisted figures lurked between the stalks, their eyes glowing a faint, sickly green. And then came the voices-whispering my username over and over, growing louder until it became a scream. "A6IQ1! A6IQ1! WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!" I bolted into the field, phone clutched in my hand, streaming live in case anyone could help. The chat was in chaos. "We told you not to go!" "You have to leave NOW!" "They're watching you!" I turned the camera toward the field, hoping to capture the figures. But on the screen, there was nothing but static... and my reflection, grinning back at me. The grin wasn't mine. I ran blindly, the whispers morphing into laughter. My phone died, the battery full seconds ago. The last thing I saw before the screen went black was a single message, burned into the pixels: "Welcome home, A6iq1. You belong to Ohio now." They found my car abandoned days later, doors open, engine fried. My account, though? It’s still active, posting strange photos and cryptic messages. People say the posts come from a location deep in Ohio, where the corn grows taller than it should, and the whispers never stop. If you ever see a post from me inviting you to Ohio, don’t answer. And for the love of all things holy... don’t go.
I had always heard the rumors, the chilling stories whispered at campfires, but I never thought much of them. Ohio, the so-called “Heart of it All,” was supposed to be a peaceful state. No ghosts, no monsters, just football and farmers. But one night, a friend dared me to take a late-night drive through the backroads of Ohio, claiming there was more to the state than meets the eye. I thought it would be easy. A quick adventure to break the monotony. I packed up my gear, threw my phone in my bag, and hit the road. The plan was to head through the woods near Chillicothe, take some photos, and maybe prank some friends with a spooky story afterward. The drive was peaceful at first. The usual countryside view, endless stretches of land lit by moonlight. That was until I passed a sign that read “Whispering Hills.” It looked ancient, the kind of thing you’d expect in a ghost story, but I laughed it off and drove deeper into the woods. At first, it was just silence, then came the strange sound-a faint whisper, almost imperceptible over the hum of my engine. I turned off the radio, straining my ears. Nothing. Then the whispers grew louder. I looked around, but there was no one. Just trees. I reached for my phone to check the time, but the screen was blank, as if the battery had drained completely. I tried to restart it, but it wouldn’t power on. The whispers turned into murmurs, low, guttural voices that seemed to swirl around me, too far away to pinpoint but too close to ignore. My car began to slow. I tried to press the gas pedal, but it wouldn’t move any faster. The road in front of me was no longer visible, replaced by thick mist. I turned the wheel, but the car seemed to be moving of its own accord, drifting towards the side of the road. My eyes widened as I saw a shadow in the fog, a figure with glowing eyes standing motionless in the middle of the road. I slammed on the brakes. The car stopped with a jolt. I sat frozen, heart racing, watching as the figure slowly moved toward me. It was humanoid, but its features were distorted, stretched out like something from a nightmare. I wanted to scream, but my throat was tight. The figure reached my window, and I felt a cold, suffocating presence as it leaned down, its face inches from mine. It whispered in a voice that wasn’t its own: “You shouldn't have come here.” Suddenly, my car lurched forward, throwing me back against the seat. The figure was gone. The mist began to dissipate, and the road ahead was clear once again. But my phone, now miraculously working, lit up with an unsettling notification. "Get out of Ohio." I floored the gas pedal, desperate to escape, but as I drove further, the landscape began to change. The trees grew more twisted, the air thicker, heavier. My mind was racing, but I couldn’t turn around. My hands gripped the wheel, trembling. That’s when I saw it-a sign ahead, bathed in the dim light of my headlights: "Welcome to Ohio." I never made it back home. My car was found hours later, idling at the side of the road, empty. My belongings were scattered on the seat, but I was gone. If you happen to be driving through Ohio, stay away from the Whispering Hills. And if you hear voices calling your name-don’t stop.
ToSF if was created by fusion: (it literally is), also GG in this, you really deserved a verification of a tower as a achievement, GL in whatever u trying next
Everyone is saying how tosf should've be recognised before Skit started grinding it Meanwhile my favourite horrific (Tower of Zooloo Joogajoo) it's still completely unknown😢
@@voidthevoiderr btw not sure why but pla (the guy i hated on) told his friend to invite me to a jtoh/tiered obby discord server he was in (states of obbying) some time after
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"Mom, can I please beat ToSF?"
"No, we have ToSF at home"
ToSF at home:
The first time I've ever verified a tower. Most of my grind was in secret aside from a few people knowing and this tower took me 6 days to complete if you don't count the times I took breaks. Grinding this tower was the most fun I've ever had in Obbies and I highly recommend you grinding this if you have at least one horrific completed. The only part that sucked was 9 outside being miserable to play. I spent basically all my grind in the original place for this tower and then I got this tower added into TEA so I could grind it there and then I unexpectedly beat the tower on my first attempt there. (Done on 144 FPS)
GG on Beating ToSF
"If you're brave enough, try to survive a night in Ohio. But beware-Ohio isn’t what it seems. And don’t go alone."
I laughed it off at first. Ohio? The land of football and cornfields? Hardly terrifying. But something about the challenge stirred my curiosity. I decided to document the trip under my handle, "a6iq1," and prove once and for all that Ohio wasn't some horror show.
I drove in just before dusk. The "Welcome to Ohio" sign was the first red flag. The paint was peeling, and someone had scrawled underneath in red letters:
"TURN BACK. YOU DON'T BELONG."
Classic prank, I thought. I snapped a picture and posted it. The comments were immediate:
"Dude, you need to leave."
"It’s not a joke. Don’t go further."
"You have no idea what you’re getting into."
I ignored them. The road stretched endlessly into the night, the cornfields on either side feeling oppressive, as if they were closing in. Then my car radio began to glitch. Static gave way to whispers.
"Why are you here? Who are you really? A6iq1 isn’t your name."
I slammed the brakes, heart racing. The road ahead was shrouded in a mist that hadn't been there moments ago. I tried to turn the car around, but the engine sputtered and died.
As I stepped out, the temperature plummeted. The fields were no longer just corn. Black, twisted figures lurked between the stalks, their eyes glowing a faint, sickly green.
And then came the voices-whispering my username over and over, growing louder until it became a scream.
"A6IQ1! A6IQ1! WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!"
I bolted into the field, phone clutched in my hand, streaming live in case anyone could help. The chat was in chaos.
"We told you not to go!"
"You have to leave NOW!"
"They're watching you!"
I turned the camera toward the field, hoping to capture the figures. But on the screen, there was nothing but static... and my reflection, grinning back at me.
The grin wasn't mine.
I ran blindly, the whispers morphing into laughter. My phone died, the battery full seconds ago. The last thing I saw before the screen went black was a single message, burned into the pixels:
"Welcome home, A6iq1. You belong to Ohio now."
They found my car abandoned days later, doors open, engine fried. My account, though? It’s still active, posting strange photos and cryptic messages. People say the posts come from a location deep in Ohio, where the corn grows taller than it should, and the whispers never stop.
If you ever see a post from me inviting you to Ohio, don’t answer. And for the love of all things holy... don’t go.
I had always heard the rumors, the chilling stories whispered at campfires, but I never thought much of them. Ohio, the so-called “Heart of it All,” was supposed to be a peaceful state. No ghosts, no monsters, just football and farmers. But one night, a friend dared me to take a late-night drive through the backroads of Ohio, claiming there was more to the state than meets the eye.
I thought it would be easy. A quick adventure to break the monotony. I packed up my gear, threw my phone in my bag, and hit the road. The plan was to head through the woods near Chillicothe, take some photos, and maybe prank some friends with a spooky story afterward.
The drive was peaceful at first. The usual countryside view, endless stretches of land lit by moonlight. That was until I passed a sign that read “Whispering Hills.” It looked ancient, the kind of thing you’d expect in a ghost story, but I laughed it off and drove deeper into the woods.
At first, it was just silence, then came the strange sound-a faint whisper, almost imperceptible over the hum of my engine. I turned off the radio, straining my ears. Nothing.
Then the whispers grew louder.
I looked around, but there was no one. Just trees. I reached for my phone to check the time, but the screen was blank, as if the battery had drained completely. I tried to restart it, but it wouldn’t power on. The whispers turned into murmurs, low, guttural voices that seemed to swirl around me, too far away to pinpoint but too close to ignore.
My car began to slow. I tried to press the gas pedal, but it wouldn’t move any faster. The road in front of me was no longer visible, replaced by thick mist. I turned the wheel, but the car seemed to be moving of its own accord, drifting towards the side of the road. My eyes widened as I saw a shadow in the fog, a figure with glowing eyes standing motionless in the middle of the road.
I slammed on the brakes. The car stopped with a jolt.
I sat frozen, heart racing, watching as the figure slowly moved toward me. It was humanoid, but its features were distorted, stretched out like something from a nightmare. I wanted to scream, but my throat was tight. The figure reached my window, and I felt a cold, suffocating presence as it leaned down, its face inches from mine.
It whispered in a voice that wasn’t its own: “You shouldn't have come here.”
Suddenly, my car lurched forward, throwing me back against the seat. The figure was gone. The mist began to dissipate, and the road ahead was clear once again. But my phone, now miraculously working, lit up with an unsettling notification.
"Get out of Ohio."
I floored the gas pedal, desperate to escape, but as I drove further, the landscape began to change. The trees grew more twisted, the air thicker, heavier. My mind was racing, but I couldn’t turn around. My hands gripped the wheel, trembling. That’s when I saw it-a sign ahead, bathed in the dim light of my headlights: "Welcome to Ohio."
I never made it back home. My car was found hours later, idling at the side of the road, empty. My belongings were scattered on the seat, but I was gone. If you happen to be driving through Ohio, stay away from the Whispering Hills. And if you hear voices calling your name-don’t stop.
ToSF if was created by fusion: (it literally is), also GG in this, you really deserved a verification of a tower as a achievement, GL in whatever u trying next
“guys im a tosf too” ahh 😭🙏
Everyone is saying how tosf should've be recognised before Skit started grinding it
Meanwhile my favourite horrific (Tower of Zooloo Joogajoo) it's still completely unknown😢
I hate how people started recognizing tosf only after skit started grinding it
i recognize you from your fe2 videos
welp do u think anyone in 2021 thought it was possible?
look this kid think hes special for recognising this tower earlier than everyone, like cmon get a life
@@fafafafafaffafta its not that deep
@@fafafafafaffafta Are you slow?
tower of spiritual fates
GOAT
the snipe is crazy gj bro
Tower of Nerfed Fates
was waiting for this video, GG🎉
Gg Aura Johnson hitthedoughnut is proud
good job on defeating tower of skibidi rizz
bossfight was crazy
awesomesauce snipe
welcome back buddy
Tower of spiralling fates 2.0
Nohboard?
Top 5 snipe in obbying history
what happened to ren...
GGGGG
why does every horrific made after 2022 just copy everything from the older ones
we forgot how to make good hard original gameplay
hard to make a original gameplay and horrific is where start have some more strange jumps for be considerable hard
banger music lowkey
Well played
gg!
I wonder if you could set a new record in the great centurial?
gg man
Yeah this really didnt take long
ToSF from Temu
GG
this tower is glazed so hard lol
didnt you make fun of someone for skipping like half of totl
@@voidthevoiderr more like i got made fun of for saying that but yes
that video specifically pissed me off for whatever reason
@@voidthevoiderr btw not sure why but pla (the guy i hated on) told his friend to invite me to a jtoh/tiered obby discord server he was in (states of obbying) some time after
GGG
what is the game you play?
GG bro sniped ren
I like that f2 song remind me rickroll
Tosf brother be like :
why does this exist
gg
GG 1
ren sniped?
Reminds me of tosf
This looks like tosf
Blud sniped ren
Free
tower of spiralling ripoffs
tosf style
whats tea
JToH: The Eternal Abyss
GG
GG
how’d bro get the totrp handle
GG