Author: <span class="vcard">jake</span>

Something Wasn’t Right

I’m going to start by saying that I’m not exactly sure what me and a few friends experienced fully, but there was definitely something strange with us that night. This story takes place in Fall of 2017 and I was 16. Me and a few friends went to a cabin campout with our Boy Scout Troop. The first night we got there it was the normal routine of unpacking and setting up our things, making sure you set up near one of the power outlets which me and a friend got and shared one of the two in the room. The next morning was fairly normal. Hanging out, talking, playing card games and on the GameCube someone brought with and we played via a projector we brought with.

By the time lunch came around we were out of the water we brought with so I and a few others were tasked with walking approximately a mile maybe a little less to a water pump to fill up the three 5 gallon jugs we had. Now me, being the biggest one out of the group that was sent carried them but I knew that there was no possible way I could carry these things all that back. One sure but physically impossible to do all three or two for that matter. So we looked for something to help us on the way and found a sort of cart by some wooden building on the path there. It had two big wheels, a wooden body and a bar that stuck out the front enough for me to fit in it and push it with the box like thing behind me to pull the water jugs. (It looked like the one I shared in the picture but a little longer and more worn down). We used this and filled up the water which took longer than it should have due to the other kids messing around with the pump. The pump was in front of a shower house with a lone light and near a lake (this will be relevant later). So after that we used this cart to bring the heavy jugs back and went on with our day.

Demon in the Woods

I’d like to start this story by saying that the event that I am about to tell you actually happened, and is not exaggerated in anyway. I came across this channel by searching to see if anyone else had something similar happen to them. I found that some did, which is why I am here today, to make my story known.

Before I begin I will give some background on myself. I grew up in Nova Scotia Canada and moved to Ontario Canada when I was 7 years old with my father, mother, and younger brother. Every summer we would return to Nova Scotia to visit my grandparents and other family, all of whom are still there.

Mysterious Flying Creature

This happened 2 years ago when I was 17. It was New Year’s Eve, and we were all busy partying at our farmhouse.

My cousin Joe suggested we go out into the woods to do some stargazing after the celebrations. Joe and I had a lot of common friends since we attended the same school, so we got two of our friends to come with us.

Skinwalker in Vietnam

This story took place during the Vietnam War. This story is my uncle’s, who was posted in Southern Vietnam during the war.

My uncle was a sergeant in the army, and he was assigned to Vietnam as a Green Barret. He led a squad whose main objective was to discover and map new locations. There were 6 people in his squad excluding him, and they had a large jeep to travel in. Their usually consisted of going to strange and obscure parts of the country, and assessing the potential of threat each location posed. So as you could imagine, my uncle was almost always on the road .