To start out, here is some background information. I am a 17 year old male that lives in Northern Minnesota back in the states. I consider myself muscular I weigh around 200 pounds and I go to the gym every morning. So because I am a teenager that works out everyday and is a starting linebacker on the high school football team I am very cocky and not easily scared.
So every summer my friend and I drive up to Bitscho Lake in Alberta. We usually go fishing in our little boat and that’s what we were doing today. We just got done fishing and we are driving our fishing boat back to our cabin, my friend Zach stops the boat and starts clenching his ears. I notice obviously and look over and ask “hey man are you ok?”. He responds with “what the hell is that noise, do you hear that?”. Confused I answer while looking around at the surrounding lake “no what does it sound like?”.
He looks around for about 10 seconds and responds “it was like a super high pitched howl that sounded like it was right next to me, but now it’s gone.” So he starts the boat backup and we drive back to our cabin undisturbed. A couple of hours later we are playing the new call of duty together in the living room when something that sounded like a rock hits our window. We both jump and Zach screams “what the f*ck” and goes to check it out.
I’m sitting on the couch and I tell him “it was probably a bird bro just finish this game with me” he walks over and sits down and we start playing again. 3 pm comes around and we are still playing call of duty and this god awful high pitched howl as he described it on the boat blares outside of our cabin.
Zach screams “that was the noise!” as we both run the window and look outside to find nothing. Then Zach who is fed up with what ever prankster that is screwing with us grabs a kitchen knife and runs out the front door yelling “whoever is out there come here and show your self this isn’t funny” I get up and run outside with him looking around.
The next thing I saw will forever haunt me and I will never in my entire life return to that cabin. This elk appears from the forestry, then gets up on its hind legs and lets out that horrific high pitch howl we heard from before. We both make a beeline for our truck that was parked in the driveway to our right Zach hops in the passenger as I dig for my keys in my right pocket while with my left hand locking all of the doors, I finally find the keys and shove them into my truck and start the car.
I pound my foot on gas zipping down the driveway then turning onto the dirt road and zoom away. Zach and I look at each other speechless while looking at our cabin noticing that the thing is gone. What we think we saw was a skinwalker but I am still terrified and I know I wasn’t seeing things because Zach and I both saw it.
The image I included is what the thing looked like except with a elk face.