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.

Well by the time might cane around they needed to be filled AGAIN and of course instead of waking up early when it was light, my friend and I were sent to go. So I threw on my coat and some gloves to go out since it was cold and we each took a flashlight. We started walking, me with the cart again to make it easy on us. From the moment I stepped out the door I had the sketchiest feeling ever about being out there. I couldn’t describe it. Like the feeling of being watched and that you know something is going to happen. I tried to calm myself but I kept hearing noises in the distance and seeing movement out of the corners of my eyes.

When we reached an spot in the path not to far from the cabin where there was a little fenced area with canoes, kayaks, and things like that. My body froze and this feeling tripled. I told my friend about the feeling before but he kept saying it was nothing. I finally said at that point “I can’t do this. This shit is way too weird. We’ll get up at first light.” He wasn’t having it but went back anyway to get someone to go. I felt bad but I truly had the feeling I was going to die there. We went in and I told one of the leaders but they said it was probably just animals. We had heard and seen coyote the noght before and during the day. I was completely planning on staying but then my friend said something along the lines of “I’m going to get some real men to go with me.” Well right then and there I knew I couldn’t let him insult me like that but we figured a couple more people wouldn’t hurt supposing something did try anything we’d team up on it.

So with a couple more people and an extra powerful headband flashlight loaned to me, we went back out and the feeling came back. We started walking and again by that fenced area I got the feeling tripled but just walked faster past it. Now everyone started sharing my feeling but not as bad so we all kept an eye out and noticed animal tracks that weren’t there before. We reached the pump and filled the water while me and my friend loomed around. The lone yellowish light from the shower house left huge areas of creepy shadow and noises coming from the lake, bullfrogs most likely.

The feeling never left but wasn’t as strong as by those canoes. I kept seeing things lurking in the shadows and didn’t trust it at all. As we head back we kept observing strange things all around and as we were walking we would stop occasionally to hear distant footsteps. As we neared the canoe area I hear my friend, the one originally with me alone yell “What the hell? Oh fuck that RUN!!” so we all bolted. I, the biggest one there nearly 6 foot, about 220 punds with a jacked up knee and an additional 30-40 pines of the cart and water jugs with me ran the fastest and we all made it back to the cabin.

After we set the water down me and my friend went just outside to get some air and I asked what he saw that made him react like that. He said when we reached the building I found the cart at with was right by the canoe area, in the dim bluish light attached to the building, he saw a man in his peripheral vision sprinting at us full speed but when he blinked the man had dissapeared. I believed him since I thought I heard the running and when I looked back as I ran I swore I saw the resemblance of a silhouetted man. The next morning we checked it out but saw nothing but a few worn out looking footprints. As we drove off that morning though, I got that feeling again as we drove past the fenced area.

To this day I’m not sure what happened that night. Of all these things were a strange coinsidence or is this shadowy man was stalking us. I don’t remember the name of the place so I can’t even look into it but I’m a little curious. I don’t know if we’ll ever go back there again but if we do I want to try being around there again to see if this man appears again or not. I’ll try and update if I ever find out more. I hope you all enjoyed I know it isn’t the scariest story ever but it was creepy for me and the others that witnessed it. Stay safe out there. You never know what or who is lurking in the shadows…

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.

My grandparents live on a hill with forest’s all around them, they have a big back yard before it reaches the tree line, then it drops off about a 5 foot drop down before it hits the trees and shrubs.

This is because they are on a hill with an incline downwards. I am currently 25 years old and this event happened to me last summer.

Now I enjoy hunting and fishing and have knowledge of the woods and how to survive, etc., but I am not overly happy when I am in the woods alone or at night; however, I do have a lot of knowledge of the woods from my father and from study and research.

People have always refereed to me as the rational/logical one, I do not usually subscribe to conspiracy theories or anything like that, I always strive for rational answer’s before anything; however, I have yet to find one for what I saw and experienced in the woods on my grandparents property.

When I am down at my grandparents I always volunteer to mow their grass on their sit-on lawnmower, since they’re older and its a lot to mow.

One sunny afternoon I got out their lawnmower and began to mow around the edge of the property (making sure not to fall next to the drop) and working my way into the middle to be finished. When I mow I smoke a captain black cigar with a white plastic tip at the end, helps to pass the time. I usually go through 2-3 before the session is done.

When I finish one I make sure it is budded out then I simply throw it into the drop off where the trees and shrubs are.

As I am mowing I finished one of the cigars and threw the tip into the woods and kept mowing, as I made another round on the lawnmower and came back to the same spot I noticed the tip was on the freshly mowed spot where I had just mowed a few minutes earlier.

I stopped the mower and got off because I knew I threw that tip into the woods and it was the only cigar I had so far and no body else smokes them in my family but me. I picked it up and sure enough it was the one I threw in, I budded it out a certain way that the plastic tip bent and split a little, and this one was the exact same.

I went a few feet and looked at the drop off into the woods and that it when I saw him..or it..

There standing about 20 feet away from me by a fallen down tree was a tall human like creature with long arms and a thin slender body sunk over…but that wasn’t what I noticed first…the face was blank…there were no eyes, no mouth or anything.

It was dark in color, I couldn’t make out if it was wearing a dark coat or it was just part of its being. I brushed my face to make sure I wasn’t seeing things and that is when it let out a voice that I had never heard any human or creature make…it wasn’t coherent and so I couldn’t make it out..

it ran at me and before I could do anything it was almost on me, my grandparents are religious, and kept a crucifix everywhere, including on the dashboard of the lawnmower, I grabbed it to throw at the creature, as it was the only movable thing I had.

When I turned around with it, the creature stopped dead in its tracks about 5 feet away from me and let out another scream (I didn’t know how it was making this noise without a mouth) and I held the crucifix as tightly as I could in front of me.

I looked at it and it seemed to be looking right through me even though it had no eyes. I could tell it wanted to at me, but couldn’t, then it spoke…it said my name (for privacy’s sake I will be known as Jake), it said “Jake why do you torment us so?” it that this in a horrible twisted, sick voice.

Then the creature turned and vanished into the woods

I ran into the house and told my grandfather what I saw…but what he said next sent a cold chill down my spine, he said “I was wondering when someone else was going to see him, that is why I keep a crucifix with me, that thing is a demon.”

he asked if it came onto the property I said no, he said that a priest came out and blessed his house and property, and so that thing never came onto it after that, it had in the past, my grandfather said.

I asked him why he never told us, and he said because I didn’t think you would believe me. He didn’t want to talk about it further, the last thing he said was, demons exist, hell exists, so does Heaven, and purgatory.

These demons want us to loose our souls. They want people not to believe in them, it makes their job easier, but sometimes God allows certain people to see them for the benefit of their soul. There is an objective reality that exists outside of what people “personally believe”. We didn’t talk about it after that, needless to say I never mowed their lawn again…

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.

It was a cloudy night, but it was also a full moon. We went out in my uncle’s old 1964 pickup. After a solid 15-minute ride we reached a cleaning in the forest.

We setup camp in the clearing, and took out our equipment. After spending about four hours looking at the sky, we wrapped up, and crawled into our tents.
We only pitched two tents to save us the trouble of cleaning up.

At about five o clock in the morning, I heard a loud screeching sound coming from the treeline. I peered out of the nylon tent hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever was making that noise. What I saw next, made me shit my pants.

It was a large insect looking humanoid. It had dark unruly hair surrounding its body, and two large compound eyes staring right at us.

I looked back and tried to wake up my cousin, but he was already wide awake. The of us made a break for the other tent. My cousin’s friends however, were already in the truck waiting for us. We got in after them, and hit the gas pedal, flooring the truck through the woods.

We reached the farmhouse a shortwhile after. Before we left the truck, however, I turned around, and I saw that thing fly towards the woods. It had thick leathery wings, which seemed to be a cross of the wings of an insect and the wings of a bat.

After returning home, I did some research on that thing, hoping to get some answers. It bore resemblance to the mothman
a mysterious moth-like creature that is said to be the harbinger of destruction. My uncle lives in Virginia, about 80 or so miles away from Point Pleasant, so I wouldn’t be surprised if what we saw that day was a mothman.

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 .

On one such assignment, my uncle’s squad was assigned to the foothills of the Annamese Mountains. There was no straight road, just like every other place, so they were forced to use whatever dirt road they could find. They eventually reached the said location and began their work. They spent almost an entire week there, and wrapped up on a Saturday evening. But before they could leave, however, they heard strange sounds coming from the other side of the hill they were on. Fearing they had stumbled on an enemy base, they contacted the Head Officer for further instructions.
Needles to say, they were told to proceed to the said location, but with extreme caution. With that, the squad took off into the woods.
After driving for about six hours, they discovered a fresh set of footprints leading deeper into the woods. They followed the tracks deep into the forest. After a solid two hours of driving they reached a clearing . Judging by the topography of the region surrounding them, they concluded they were not in proximity to a militant base, and they decided to head out in the morning. They were all very tired, and they slept peacefully until daybreak.

The following morning, they started making preparations to leave, when a squad member spotted a dark silhouette moving across the tree-line . The figure moved out of sight shortly after. The squad members reported their sightings to the H.O and once again, they instructed to follow. This time, however, my uncle was not prepared to accept orders and devised a clever plan. He proposed the entire squad be split into two. The first half would go in search of the silhouette and the other would stay put. My uncle and 3 others went in search of that thing. After twenty minutes of walking they came across a small village, without a wasting a second, they made their way down the slope and across an old bridge to reach the village.

The village was not really a village, it was just a collection of very old houses, long abandoned. They searched the area for signs of life, but they couldn’t find any for the most part. Eventually, they reached a large wall with graffiti on it. “Get out. Go away. Don’t trouble us. ” it read. They made their way to the other side through an opening in the wall. They discovered a meadow, a very large one.

At the edge of the slope they were on stood a large dog like creature standing on its hind limbs. They were shocked and absolutely terrified. They tried to maintain absolute silence and didn’t utter a single word. The creature must have sensed their presence as it turned around and stared at them. It had large white eyes and a very muscular build. My uncle was paralysed with fear, he wanted to reach out for his gun, but he was frozen. The creature was holding something or someone. On closer observation, it was a heavily mutilated corpse of what seemed to be an American soldier. “RUN!!” my uncle yelled, and in a matter of seconds all four of them were running faster than ever. They could hear the thumping of footsteps behind them, my uncle immediately knew the creature was giving chase. In a matter of minutes, they got to the bridge and hastily crossed it without a second thought. My uncle turned back to see if they were still being followed, and what he saw next haunts him to this day.

The description of the creature in his own words are as follows: “That thing. It had to be at least seven feet tall. Its muscles were like a bodybuilder’s and its face was the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Its face was horribly twisted and contorted, but it strangely resembled a dog’s head. It was scanning the bridge with those evil eyes of its, prepared to jump any time. Without a word, I pulled out my gun and shot the darned thing. I swear, I must have emptied half my magazine on it. It let out an ear splitting screech. The noise was so human and inhuman, I simply couldn’t comprehend it. The bullets must have worked for the thing stopped and squealed in pain. I jumped at the opportunity and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. ” In a matter of seconds, my uncle was back at the clearing. His squad members were anxiously waiting for him in the jeep. He jumped in and they drove off as fast they possibly could.

For the next eight hours, there was silence, absolute silence. No one tried breaking it. Eventually, they were back on the main road, and they reached their base a short while after.

Skipping past a few days, my uncle was told to make his report. He included everything he saw and didn’t conceal a single detail. When his report was being verified, he was questioned about his encounter. Strangely enough, the Head Officer seemed to believe him, and told him that a battalion of soldiers had gone missing around the region, and that the true purpose of their assignment was to find out what happened. The dead soldiers would be labelled “Killed in Action.”

The war ended a few weeks later, and my uncle was promoted to Head Officer. He returned to America almost a month after the incident. Although he retired a few years ago, my uncle has been visiting Native American Shamans lately, and he told me this story a month ago. He believes what he saw that day was a Skinwalker.