The cat that spoke

I was 12 years old when this took place. I live in the Houston Texas area and I loved the paranormal until this happened. My Papa and I was going to a real hotel that was supposedly haunted in liberty texas.

The lady who owned the hotel said we would be the only people in so we could expirence it alone. Take to mind this was 4 years ago and I don’t know every exact detail. Anyways when we got to the hotel we met up with the lady who owned the place and we showed us our room we were going to be renting. We went to the room and unpacked the bags and got into bed after setting up a camcorder watching the door. I was almost asleep when I heard a meow.

Yes a meow in the hotel.

I was kind of stardled by this since it’s not a pet friendly hotel. So I woke my Papa up and told him about the meow so we took the camcorder and went outside the room. I remeber looking under the doors and seeing shadows under every single room.

But she told us no one else would be here.

Anyways we shook it off as maybe staff or cleaning lady’s cleaning the rooms. We went to the main office and told the lady and she said that there for sure aren’t supposed to be anyone else but us at the hotel that night.

Right as she finished her sentence a full black cat walked in the hotel from the main door which was open because the lady was outside smoking. We started recording the cat and it meowed and we didn’t think anything of it so I reached down and pet it. We left the next morning and went home to review the tapes we recorded.

What I saw when I skipped to the cat part will forever frighten me. The cat walked in and when it meowed I heard the most chilling ghost like voice say “get out.”

I still have the recording today and if I can find it I will send it in somehow.

Something is haunting my friend’s car

It was the beginning of the summer and I had just turned 18 years old. I called up my friend, let’s call him Mike, because I wanted him to come over so we could go to Walmart and I could by my first knife on my own being 18 and all.

He came over and I bought my knife and decided to buy a couple of cigars too just for the hell of it.

After we bought our cigars we went down to a secluded park that we always call the “chill spot”. I’d like to point out that the chill spot has an extremely old church and graveyard right next to it and we have seen very detailed man-like figures out here before but we weren’t really fazed. It wasn’t our first run-in with the paranormal.

We were parked in the parking lot of the church on this specific instance.

We smoked our cigars and decided to go into his car and roll the windows up, lock the doors, and listen to a few creepy stories. It was extra creepy because it was around midnight with a full moon of course. Typical right?

As we were listening to the stories we had the front seats reclined almost all the way and neither of us were touching the doors. About halfway through the video, my friend and I both heard the *click click* of the doors lock and unlock, and this continued rapidly for the next 10 seconds, although it felt like an eternity.

Lock, unlock, lock, unlock with less than a second interval in between. After the first 10 seconds, the locks continued spazzing out for lack of a better word, but the interior lights of his car began to flash on and off as well, seemingly to the beat of the locks. Now the button for the lights is above us and as me and my friend shot up in a panic we looked at each other. Neither of us were touching the light which was still flashing and my friend had a look of panic on his face that I have never seen before.

We froze in fear for a few seconds looking at each other, then my friend Mike yelled “NOPE!” And slammed the car into reverse. As we floored it out of  the parking lot I realized I heard wind rushing through something to my right.

As I looked over I realized that my door was starting to open when we were parked there, and I didn’t realize it at the moment.

I grabbed the door and slammed it shut and we rushed back to my house. Mike throughout the whole night mentioned how he was just getting bad gut feelings but luckily nothing has happened since. It’s only been a few days since the incident and we still go back to the chill spot. Here’s to hoping this doesn’t happen again.

The Bus Short Creepypasta

Every day I get on this bus. Every day I see the same people. The guy sitting in front of me now with a brownish cap and and old warn out coat. This is the exact same spot he sits in every day without fail, the same book he reads each time getting a little closer to the end.

The old guy sitting to the left of me in the exact spot every day. He does nothing other than stairs blankly out of the window like he is tired of life, I can sense a deep sad lonely feeling emanating from him like he has just recently lost someone he loved.

The guy sitting behind me right at the back, a young guy in his early twenty’s constantly making phone calls and blaring out loud rap music on his beats headphones.

You can sort of tell how everyone despises the guy with the amount of loud obnoxious phone calls he has with his mate “Derick”.

AJ the bus driver a very friendly guy everyone knows him, a young Turkish guy who came to this country about a year ago, he is very dedicated to his job and always strikes up a conversation with someone.

But the reason I’m here today is for her.

The same reason I’m here every other day, not to go home and relax after a long day at work like any usual person on this bus NO.

I have been watching her for a while. She leaves her house at 8:30, walks the ten minute walk to the bus stop, gets on the bus at 8:50 and then travels to work. She then gets to work at 9:20 to her job as a Secretary, from then on she works most of the day till her 20 minute lunch break at 1:00 she then gets back to work at 1:20 and then works for the rest of the day till 7:00. After this she walks to her local coffee shop and orders a medium latte. From then on she finishes her latte and heads off to the bus stop. She arrives at the bus stop at 7:45 and gets on the bus… well.. just about now I presume.

I have remembered her exact routine.

I know when she gets off the bus and when she arrives at her house. She usually gets off at the stop just before her house because she fancy’s a peaceful brisk walk before she gets back.

So that will give me enough time to sneak into her house and find a good hiding spot. I usually like hiding under their beds, plus I have done it hundreds of times before. She sleeps like a baby. Sometimes when she is in a deep sleep I stand there and watch her just before I leave through her bedroom window.

She Is absolutely beautiful.

Its funny how I have known all these people for about year now and not one of them has spoken to me.

Nobody knows what kind of fucked up things I have done in life, let alone the sorts of crazy things that go on in such a normal looking persons head. Anyway she has just got on the bus now I can see her talking to the driver. She is gonna sit where she has done for the past year now right on the third row of seats to the left.

I always get a perfect view of her dark long luscious hair. She looks so oblivious to what is about to come. A few minuets have passed and the annoying guy on the phone and elderly man have just been dropped off at their stops. Next stop. Her stop. As she gets off the bus I go over the drill of how I will get into her house. She usually leaves her bedroom window wide open to air the room, so that’s how i’m getting in.

The driver drives off and eventually stops at the final stop. I say thanks to the the driver and me and the guy with the cap gets off. The guy with the cap goes in the complete opposite direction to me. So I won’t have to worry about him watching me sneak into her house.

The street is completely empty now an eerie silence shapes the street with the cool winters air caressing my face. I make a swift five minuet walk to he house and walk round the back. I can see the window right above me.

I climb up the bins and onto the small extension of the house I then slowly but cautiously crawl through her window. I’m in. I can see her through the window walking towards the house.

I quickly rush around to try and find the perfect hiding spot. before I hide I select my weapon of choice which is my trusty cheese wire and then swiftly sneak into the cupboard. I hear her enter through the font door. I’m shaking dew to all the excitement. I have been itching for this kill ever since I laid eyes on her.

I can hear her now she is coming up the stairs. She enters the room I can see her through the slit of the cupboard. She flicks on the light to her room and walks straight to her window. I could just imagine dropping that heavyset window right on her neck instantly snapping it.

It would be an accident.

She just so happened to be leaning out of the window when suddenly it slides down instantly killing her. No I thought to myself it would still be a bit suspicious. I might as well stick to the plan. She just about shut the window and was about to get undressed.

The perfect time to strike. I thought to myself. Just as she was taking off her skirt I looked to my left. Two sets of yellow piercing eyes staring back at me! I jump a little she didn’t hear me. I quickly flick on the light of my phone and shine it to my left. What I saw was a scene from a horror film. Two mutilated fresh corpses hung up in the cupboard like a couple of three peace suits completely drained of their blood.

It was even more fucked up than the type of stuff I had ever done before. I look back out of the slit holding my breath of fear.

I can see her standing there staring right at me. She smiles. The hunter has now become the hunted. “I have waited for you Jacob” she says smiling at me. I stay silent. “Do you think the whole time you have been watching me I have been completely oblivious to your presence? How stupid do you think I am? she moves closer to the cupboard I am too shocked to move.

She doesn’t move… she.. hovers.

Oh my god what is she. As she gets closer I can see in her eyes. She is not HUMAN! I try to make a run for it but as I do the two mutilated corpses spring to life and grab me. I can’t move their grip is too strong.

She hovers closer and clicks her fingers. The cupboard door flings open exposing my presents.

She looks at me and laughs. “There you are” as she utters the words and laughs I can see her teeth grow longer. She stops laughing and looks back at me with demonic eyes.

“I am hungry VERY.. VERY.. HUNGRY!

Terror from TF2

Over the summer I played alot of video games but my experience happened on a game called “Team Fortress 2”

So one afternoon I was on Team Fortress 2 when I got a message saying that a user sent me a friend request. Curiously, I accepted it. I asked if he needed help or wanted something. The user quickly responded back saying “you know what I’m here for”. I told him that I didn’t even know him. A few minutes later he sent me a trade request. I wasn’t surprised because I am an experienced player with a few valuable items. He told me in the trade chat to “cough up”. I thought to myself, “This is getting weird”. So I turned off my PC to take a break.

A few hours later I got back on Team Fortress 2. I realized that specific user wasn’t in my friends list anymore. I thought since he removed me as a friend I would never have to worry about that guy again. I was wrong…..

About two weeks later I got a Skype message saying someone sent me a contact request. I accepted it just so I could mess around with the person who probably added the wrong contact. He seemed like a normal guy at first. However then it took a hard twist. The Skype user said, “Remember me?” I responded no. Then he sent me the same words again. He typed “you know what I’m here for”. At this moment I knew exactly who I was talking to. I told he to go away and leave me alone. He send me a bone chilling message saying, “You have made the worst mistake of your life” I ignored it of course.

3 Days later, I was having trouble sleeping when I heard the front door blow open. I walked down stairs to close it. It was storming after all so I thought that the wind blew it open. After that I went to sleep.

I woke up the next day and checked my phone.I saw 1 message. It was a picture of my front lawn and my house. I then remembered about the door opening the night before. I went downstairs to see that all my TV, coffee table, and other expensive objects were smashed. On the smashed TV, I saw a note that read the username of the Skype user…

I was able to replace everything, but ever since that incident I always fell like he never left…

Woodcutting and Wendigos

As most of these stories start out here’s a little background information on myself, those involved, and the location where this took place. This event occurred during April, 2016, on a plot of hunting land outside Richland Center, Wisconsin. Richland Center is a small town in the hilly terrain of southwest Wisconsin, with a population of around 5,000 people. The plot of land sat around 15 miles outside the city (exactly where is being kept secret since we don’t want people to go snooping through the woods or breaking into the cabin since it is easy to find). The land was owned by my father’s friend James (obviously not his real name) and was fairly large. Exactly how many acres I don’t know, but a large plot.

The cabin is about twenty yards into a small patch of woods just off the road. Beyond the cabin there is a corn field that sits in the curve of the U shaped woods we use for hunting. There is a ridge that runs across the center of the field sloping down on each side at a steep angle. At the midpoint between the woods and the cabin is a little island of trees that is only about twenty feet in diameter with a deer stand in it. This location will be important later. Now that the background is out of the way I can begin to tell the story of my encounter with what I believe was a Wendigo.

Me, my father, James, another of my father’s friends who I’ll call George, and George’s son who I’ll call Eliot all went up to the cabin to cut firewood for the hunting season. The first day was filled with work in the chilly air of a long winter. We cut down two very large old oak trees on the left side of the U, and hand lost a few large logs in a ravine after they rolled away from us. The work took us up until sunset, since we hadn’t arrived at the cabin until around 1:00 in the afternoon. Eliot and I were down in the ravine carrying the logs up the steep side, and then up the hill to the ATV where we loaded them into a trailer. A total of five logs had to be brought up, each of which weighed nearly seventy pound a piece. After they were all loaded in the trailer and George drove across the corn field, Eliot and I made our way across the field on foot. The sun was just above the hills on the horizon, casting our shadows over the treetops to our left. I scanned the treeline for deer as we walked and saw nothing, and then I noticed something strange. The woods weren’t alive, no squirrels, no woodpeckers, no crows cawing as they always did, not even the trees were swaying. I mentioned it to Eliot but he just brushed it off. We were about to pass the island of trees when I noticed movement in the corner of my eye. Hoping it was a deer I turned my head to see nothing but some barren bushes rustling slightly. I scanned them hard as I continued towards the cabin and saw nothing, but I felt as if there was definitely something there. As I turned away I felt like something was staring a hole in the back of my head so strongly that I had to itch at the spot.

We finished the night by watching Jerry Springer and Maury Povich on the television while eating frozen pizza. I fell asleep on the pleather couch instead of my bunk. The couch sat adjacent to the window that looked out at the field. The blinds were halfway open and when I woke up with the urge to pee. I looked outside, and at first I saw nothing but as I studied the thick briars across I saw something among them. The moon casted long thin shadows over what I made out as a face. Whatever it was was excellently camouflaged in the light of the full moon, since it had pale greyish white skin. It squatted in the brush like a frog, legs cocked out and rear near to the ground with its spindly arms on the ground in front of it. I watched it for a few minutes and the whole time I didn’t feel the burning of eyes on me. It was like the thing was taking in the environment, watching everything except the inside of the cabin. After the few minutes I remembered that I needed to pee, damn all that beer I drank. I opted for an empty water bottle instead, fiddling around and still trying to watch the thing in the brush wasn’t a good combination. I wound up looking away for a moment and when I finally looked back up the thing was gone. My heart began to race when I realized that I couldn’t find the creature again. I finished my business then forced myself to lay back down on the couch and bury my face in cushions of the couch.

I finally awoke in the morning to the smell of bacon frying, nothing in my mind from the night before. I got up and ate my breakfast and we all prepared for another hard day of work. We finally left at around 9:00 a.m. and heading back into the woods to cut down another handful of trees that we had marked. We cut up two on the east side of the forest and then we walked directly across the field to the location of the final tree we planned to cut up before lunch. We reached the tree line and were overwhelmed with the smell of iron. It took only seconds for us to notice the bright red pool that had melted away an area of snow. There was a disemboweled coyote impaled through its neck on a low hanging tree branch with its insides sitting on the ground in a pool of blood.

“What in the hell?!” James shouted. “I’ll kill him that son of a bitch”

“Who did this?” my dad asked him.

He went to explain how the man who owned the land that borders the north end of the woods is disputing the where the border actually is. He had become much more upset since we had set up a new hunting stand on his supposed land. As we went deeper into the woods we found more eviscerated animals hung the same way as the first one was. James became increasingly more and more upset and eventually he left us to cut up the last tree and he took the ATV up to the the neighbor. Eliot and I weren’t happy with that because without the ATV being taken because that meant we would have to haul the logs by ourselves on multiple trips or we would have to pull the trailer ourselves. We opted to run a utility rope around the trailer and wrap the ends around our waists to pull it. We made it to the cabin in around an hour, but it felt like we just played an entire football game. James was back and he was outside talking to my father and George. He sounded a little upset, not angry but shaken. He was saying that the man wasn’t even home, but that all of his animals were eviscerated just as the ones in the woods were. Dogs, horses and goats strewn everywhere across the man’s property.

“We need to call the police!” James shouted. “There’s gotta be a bear, wolves, a rabid dog, something that needs to be put down.”

We calmed him down and began to logic it all out. If it were any animal none of those animals in the woods would have been impaled like they were. Nor would they have simply been torn to shreds like that, animals don’t do that no matter how hungry they are. Not even a rabid dog could do that. My dad finally made the decision to call the police and stepped away from us to do it. I couldn’t gather anything from listening as it was mostly my dad acknowledging the dispatcher with an “uh-huh” or an “okay.

Finally he hung up and came over to explain what the dispatcher told us, “he told me that most of the on duty officers are tied up dealing with an overturned semi truck, and that they’re trying to get an off duty to come out here but that it may take up to an hour for anyone to get here. He suggests that we lock up tight and head into town, then call back in an hour and a half to see if they can get an officer out there yet.”

Everyone agreed and headed inside to gather a few things for the night. I loaded my bag with a change of clothes and toiletries and was the first one out. As I waited for the others I realized that all this nervous waiting made me need to pee. I walked over to the fence that ran behind the trailer and began to relieve myself. Just as I finished my business I looked up and froze. My blood ran cold as ice and my knees felt like they were made out of jello. Staring at me from over the top of the fence was something I wish I had never seen. I could see the upper half of a face. The skin was a gray-white, saggy, and its features were sunken in. The eyes were the worst part, they weren’t black pits as I have heard others describe them. But they were instead deep set, and a glossy black that I could see myself in. I could not bring myself to move, for what felt like an eternity before the others came out of the trailer.

James called out to me since I was just standing at the fence not moving, “Hey let’s hurry it… holy sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.”

The eyes turned their attention from he to James and the invisible hold it had on me broke as I fell onto my ass and began to scramble away from the fence. I was screaming and trying to tell him that it was a Wendigo. But all that came out of my mouth was something along the line of “It’s a, holy fu- aaaaaaah!” James opened the tailgate on his truck and grabbed one of the axes we had from splitting the logs.

“YARGH!” he yelled at it shaking the axe in the air above his head.

It simply stared back at him for a few seconds before letting out this ear splitting screech, that sounded like a mix between someone skinning a live cat and that sound the predator makes, and disappearing beneath the fence again. I had made my way to James’ feet and was basically crying and snotting all over his boots. Everyone had heard the commotion and ran outside just as the screeched sounded and they were all questioning what happened. Instead of standing around and wasting time explaining James instructed everyone to get into their vehicles and drive. I jumped in the driver’s seat of my truck without hesitation and my father got in next to me. We calmly exited the property not bothering to close the gate behind us. But as soon as dirt turned to pavement there was nothing calm about our driving. We quickly drove to the stop sign at the end of the road the land sat next to.

Now please understand that I have no idea what possessed me to do what I am about to tell you. I was a fairly new driver at this point, and I place blame on the fact that I was very particular about following rules. So instead of driving straight through the stop sign that sat in the middle of nowhere as James did, I slowed to a stop and checked for traffic. The as I went to step on the accelerator I looked in my rearview mirror. Bathed in red from my brake lights was the Wendigo in a dead sprint for the truck. As I stomped on the gas I couldn’t tell if the screech I heard came from the creature or my tires. I would later lie to my father that the reason for my drag race takeoff was that I saw a group of deer running across the road and I didn’t want them to run into the truck. But he didn’t buy that one bit as I was screaming like a little girl the entire rest of the ride.

We made the usual 20 minute drive in about 10, due to me traveling down the back country roads at speeds in excess of 90mph. We decided that we would meet at a local bar and wait until we got ahold of a police officer or were kicked out of the place. There was an officer sent up to investigate the land the next morning and not much came of it. It was ruled that the animal carcasses were due to a rabid coyote, despite the fact that coyotes can’t impale other coyotes on tree branches. James and I have kept what we saw behind that fence to ourselves since that night. I refuse to talk about it with my dad, and whenever he brings it off I just tell him that he doesn’t want to know. We returned to the land later that year for the annual deer hunt, and made it through two weeks without incident. However I fear that the 2017 hunt might not be the same way, but I pray to God that I never ever see another Wendigo as long as I ever live.