Dyatlovpass Stories

Description In 1959, nine hikers died in the Ural Mountains under "compelling natural forces." The case was closed. The files were bleached. The world moved on. Sixty-seven years later, investigative journalist Maya Thorne receives a digital "dead man's switch" from her estranged father-a former Soviet archivist. It contains a single coordinate and a grainy audio file of a tenth hiker who was never supposed to exist. As Maya retraces the doomed expedition's steps, she realizes the "natural force" wasn't a storm or an avalanche. It was a prototype. And according to the fresh bootprints following her through the snow, the project never actually ended.

Recorded theories along with a summary of what happened to the people who were fatally effected by the Dyatlov Pass Incident.

Rusia, 1959 - Un grupo de nueve alpinistas comienza su viaje en dirección a la Montaña Otorten, en los Montes Urales. Era un viaje dificil, pero estaban en condiciones más que sufientes para poder completar la travesia. En una noche mientras acampan, un terror absoluto les obliga a abandonar la seguridad de su campamento hacia las frias temperaturas bajo cero.

I originally wrote this for a school project and loved it so maybe others will love it too? Also this is all from my imagination I dont know if any of this is factual at all. Enjoy :)

Rustik didn't like to talk. What he knew, he kept to himself. He'd seen the tracks in the snow and the fear in Dyatlov's eyes. 'So we're being hunted... and what's more, our leadership has been quiet about that fact,' he thought to himself. He pulled his skis up the frozen hill behind a long line of Russian coats shielding sweating students. Frightened by man or beast he did not know, but Dyatlov was leading the group out of the trees long before it was safe to brave the high howling Siberian peaks at night. He was unmoored, Rustik knew that... Zolotov, Doro, and Zina were uneasy, too.There had been strange sounds late in the night and that awful stench of rotting meat. 'Was that all it took to unsettle these seasoned hikers? No, there is something more than folklore with us here in the Urals, thousands of miles away from human settlements.' Rustik reassured himself with a grunt and adjusted his pack to excuse a cautious glance behind him at the frost-tipped pines disappearing down the slope. All that savage-hearted northland was silent and still and nature's will for that remote place focused on making all of life's attempts to infiltrate the Arctic tundra also silent and still.