A Weird Night

So I was about 6 years old when this happened. My mother and I were playing “Store” Since I just got a huge bag of clothing. All of a sudden, we heard a huge bang. We didn’t know what it was or who it was, and then all of a sudden we heard my brother screaming.

My brother never screamed, so we knew something was up. (Also, the house was a cabin-like house with 3 bedrooms and a basement, my brother was in the living room playing on his computer.) All of a sudden, we saw a huge shadow in the hall, wearing a suit and a fedora. A few years prior a man committed suicide and slit his throat on the green rug in our front yard, which we didn’t know until we looked it up.

We’ve had a lot more paranormal sightings since then, even after we’ve moved from that place. I don’t mind if you don’t believe this, but it happened and it was terrifying.

The Skinwalker

This took place from what I can remember 10 years ago, I was living in Wales at the time and behind my house was a massive field which you could walk to the doctors surgery and the church. At nightime the field used to give me the creeps as it would always be reflected in the dark as something you would see in a horror film like the water glowing in the moonlight and the darkness casted over the field.

I was 12 years old at the time I used to enjoy playing in the field with my dog, Milly. She was a rough collie who was getting to quite an old age but she still had some playfulness left in here old bones. She and I went into the field at night. To give a small overview of my old house, there was steps from the backdoor to the road behind the back garden, you would walk past a treeline then the metal gate to the field was there.

We took a walk into the field and it was quite fun time, we did the usual games anyone would do with their dogs like fetch the stick, run and chase and other fun games. The field was only partially well lit by the nearby street lamps but the back area was dark and spooky. I would often hear noises from the field which could range from howling to whispers but I shrugged it off as a farmer and dog as across a small stream was a farm.

When I was about to venture further into the field, Milly began to growl. Now Milly was getting old and her eyesight was partially gone but she stayed almost still and snarling at something in the darkness. I just told her it is a farmer and his dog but when I looked in her direction, I froze. Standing there was man but the thing about this man was his arms and posture. He was hunched over and his arms stretched to about his legs. I shouted, “Hello, my dog means no harm. She is just not used to seeing anybody at this time of night”. In my head I heard, “Means no harm”.

Panic began to strike me, I tried to play it off as me overreacting but then the man changed. He or it was no longer a man, it morphed into a dog but the back legs were too high and its back was more arched like a werewolf but more straight. It let out a big screech and charged at me and Milly. I began to run with Milly in toll and we got over the fence with me lifting Milly who was a very big but not impossible to lift.

I ran back to my back garden, locked the gate and ran up the stairs. I looked back from the top and the thing was there partially illuminated in the light and it stared at me then ran back into the field. My dad was quick to the kitchen and asked me what was wrong. I told him and he just told me that I was just seeing things and to go to bed. I did and that night was full of creepy events.

The first was at around midnight. I was thirsty and went down for a glass of water, as I headed down to the kitchen. I heard a tapping at the backdoor, at first I thought I heard my dads voice asking me to let him in as he forgot his keys. I thought, hang on my dad and mum were asleep next door to mine. I crept back through the lounge and back up the stairs to my room and looked out my bedroom window which overlooked my back garden including the backdoor. I looked and there was the same man from the field but he was looking at me and I quickly closed my window and drew my curtains. It had a crooked mouth and huge glowing eyes. I hid under my covers and fell back asleep.

The second event happened the following night, I was in bed early after a long day of school and small chores around the household with my mum and dad including walking the dog and shopping down our local grocery. I fell asleep and at around 1am, I woke up and decided to play on my PS2, yes a 2000s kid. I played on the horror game, Resident Evil 4 and was enjoying the game when I muttered under my breath, “Just a zombie!”. I heard a voice mimic mine and it said the same thing, “Just a zombie!”. I paused my game and was shaking as I noticed that voice from the previous night. I looked outside my window and it was there again but it was almost a staggering 9 feet tall and was looking through my window and it stayed there until I fell asleep.

The last event that occurred was when I was at home on my own, my dad was working and my mun went to see my cousin a few miles away and I was alone. I played on my trampoline and then went to my room to have a games night. My dad was not due to be home till 12 at night and my mum would pick him up after he caught the bus to his job which was 15 miles away in another town. I settled down with a big pizza and my own custom made coke and mango mix with ice in a big pint glass. I was playing some games when all of a sudden I heard a knock at the backdoor and thought, “Huh, maybe mum forgot something” as I made my way down I froze. “Mum went to see my cousin and my dad was working the night shift. How can they either be back as the buses stopped running after 6?”. I also recalled the last two nights with that thing, I peeked behind the lounge door but nothing. I felt it was my imagination but then I heard my name, it called my name, “Joshua”. I looked at the backdoor again and the thing was there, Milly was barking at it after it began tapping and I called her to quietly follow me. She listened and came to me, whimpering but I told her it will be okay.

I took her and my cat who was hissing at the creature upstairs and locked the door. I waited there, lights off and windows drawn. I then heard more snapping bones and it began screeching. I looked out the window and it ran into the field. I saw the headlights of my mum in her car pull up behind the back gate and I ran out to ask her if she saw it but she did not. I was relieved to see my mum but was irritated by what I kept seeing.

Almost 7 years later at 19, I had to know what I saw all those years ago and after asking around and explaining my experiences. They told me what I witnessed was a skinwalker or a wendigo but I thought as a young horror fan they were native to America but some must have been in the United Kingdom long ago. All I am happy with is we moved back to England and when I visit the area, the field has been locked firmly. I just hope somebody else, was not their next victim.

The Shapeshifting Creature

I live in a small town in Ontario, which has it’s ups and downs. I was about 15 years old when this experience took place, and it has scarred me to this day. Living in place like Toronto, the crime isn’t high. I generally feel really safe where I live, not only since it’s a small town, but because this area wasn’t one to be trifled with. Crime wasn’t a biggie in these parts, and so I trusted almost everyone. Almost.

My house is located at the edge of my neighborhood, and across from my house is a small park. Behind that small park is a field, that has many hills, and a forest behind it. It is really quite beautiful, especially during the summer and fall. Canada is generally cold, and sometimes really does live up to it’s stereotype. I’m an outdoorsy kid, when the chance arises. Most of my time is spent playing video games in my room, but I don’t mind walks in the forest out back.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, which turned out mild and cloudy. Having grown up in British Columbia, I absolutely adored the rain and thunderstorms. I took the time to put on a hoodie, and joggers, and went on a walk. I set course for the woods, me being the adventurous type. Keep in mind, the forest was quite dense, but it wasn’t too big. As I approached the edge of the forest, I felt rain drops. It had started to rain, and it sounded as though it was picking up fast. I entered the dense tree line, and made my way through the woods.

I am no stranger to these woods either, I have been in them with friends a few times. Because of these older times, I have already discovered a homeless shack that was constructed in the forest. It had an old mattress, a makeshift bed, and even some torn up clothes hanging from wires that were strung across the roof. The shack was abandoned though, no one inhabited it, or even touched it for a long, long time.

I thought it would be pretty cool to take shelter from the rain in this little structure, as I love feeling cozy, and being in the great outdoors. I ran inside the shack, and listened to the sound of the rain tapping against the wooden boards. It was amazing. I felt so refreshed and alive, up until I noticed a horrible smell.

I looked behind me and noticed something that was never there before. A dead raccoon was laying on the bed, insides spewed out and -what looked to be- torn out. I backed away suddenly, but the sight wasn’t enough to disturb me. I’ve seen dead animals before, and they don’t phase me that much, as cruel as that sounds. I automatically came to the simplest conclusion, telling myself that an animal must have taken shelter here as well, and well, had a bite to eat.

That didn’t make comfortable though, and all the love for the rain had quickly diverted to worrying. I worried that this animal might come back soon, since the corpse looked fresh. I took in the sight and smell of the pouring rain and luscious trees, and got ready to leave, when a noise startled me. Over the pattering of the rain, a new sound came from behind the shack. Twigs and branches snapping underfoot, but it didn’t sound like normal footsteps.

They were heavy, as if a large man was walking across the foliage. The shack was small and compact, and it was just basically one big room. This left no room to hide, so with some quick thinking, I ran out into the forest ahead of me, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. I didn’t hide and inspect the culprit, because I was too afraid of the unknown. I just kept running.

I was halfway across the field, when I finally looked back. I honestly didn’t expect to see something, but I ended up seeing a tall, looming figure standing by the treeline. It scared the hell out of me. From my quick glance, I could tell that it was huge, I’d say about seven feet tall. It had long, slim arms and legs, and had eyeless sockets. I kept running, tears forming and descending down my cheeks as I ran. I remember tripping once, on some of the overgrowth in the field area. That was the moment I thought I was going to die, genuinely.

I managed to pick myself up, and got to my house. I slammed the door shut, and locked it. I closed all the windows and blinds, even though it was broad daylight, and my blinds were very thin. I started crying on the couch, and my mom came over to my aid. I just decided to tell her that I had ruined some of my clothing that I loved from the rain, because I slipped on some mud and fell on the ground.

My parents did spoil me, and always treated me like a child. Even though I was fifteen, my mom would have never turned me down for crying over something like ruined clothing. I thought whatever I saw was just some sort of nightmarish illusion, and I knew       I wasn’t going to sleep tonight.

The experience didn’t end there though, as what happened next tops everything in the forest. I had been on my computer, playing games with my friends, just trying to forget the whole experience. My mom was out at work, and had been for a while. She usually comes home around dinner time, and makes dinner while I, you guessed it, played more video games.

I was playing on my computer when I heard noises downstairs, like footsteps, and things moving around. I assumed since it was around dinner time that my mother had come home and was making dinner. After a few more minutes, I heard a call from downstairs.

“Dinner’s ready!” Came a voice, all to familiar. Something told me not to go down there, and I swear, this feeling hits me every time I recall this experience. I got up from my chair, and I opened my door.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes, just finishing up.” I called down.

“CHRIS, NOW!” That did NOT sound like my mother. It had her voice, but it was deeper, raspier. I knew it wasn’t her. My phone suddenly vibrated, and a text came in. It read, “I’ll be home in a few minutes” My heart sank. It was from my mom.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I dashed into my room and closed the door. My door doesn’t have a lock, so I went to my closet, and closed myself in. My heart was pounding, and I did my best not to whimper. Something opened the door to my room.

Peeking through the crack of my closet, I watched as my mom entered the room. I knew it wasn’t her though, since my mom didn’t have eyeless sockets, and red stains around her mouth, with her jaw extended. I covered my mouth, and I thought it was all over.

“Chriiiiiiissss….” It moaned.

A loud noise seemed to jolt the creature’s head up. The sound of the door slamming, and my mother coming in. The creature rushed out of the room, and I heard a window open in the hallway. The thing threw itself out the window, apparently my mom didn’t hear it. After a few minutes of silence, I came out, and went downstairs. I was skeptical when it came to seeing my mom, but eventually I came to terms that she was my mom.

The event still sends chills down my spine, and really gives me nightmares. It was truly a horrifying experience. We moved out of that house, and we are now living downtown. No one believes me.



The day I ran into a Afanc

To start this story you need to do a bit of backstory, I live in Wales which is in the United Kingdom and in Wales their is not really got any monster sightings or anything like that, so when I had this experience I was surprised.

It was a hot summer afternoon, I was outside in my homemade gym ( which consisted of a small shed with a few weights in it).  I have two dogs, both Border Terria and just love being in an area where they can run so I decided to bring my workout on the go.

Near my house, there is a large area of woods which are private but my grandfathers friends own it, so I’m basically aloud to do what I want in there and I can let my dogs of the leash for a run around. Once I got in the woods, I was greeted with silence, strange I thought to my self normally  you could hear all types of birds but I brushed it off because it didn’t set off any alarms bells in my head.

About twenty minutes into the walk I saw the familiar pond which I let my dogs have a swim in and I can have a rest from all the walking, strangely my dogs were not really happy about going into the pond, that time I few alarm bells were set in my head, so I didn’t want to stay long and that’s when I noticed it, in the corner of my eye I saw a weird looking figure . It was small and hunched over by the over side of the pond, at first I thought it was a Fox but then it dove into the pond and it disappeared, so I got up and booked it, calling my dogs to come and follow me which the gadly did.

A twenty minute walk turned into a five minute run, but something made my stomach drop one of my dogs were not following me put standing, cowering in the middle of the path, so I decided to run back and pick her up. When I reached her, I looked back to where I just ran from, and that’s where I once again saw the creature however it was about twelve feet in front of me, I could see it as clear as day, now that it was closer I could see that it looked like a reptile beaver with a long tail. When our eyes matched, it let out a ear piercing scream and ran back towards the pond, I was frozen for about five minutes, I was terrified and amazed at what I just witnessed, I was brought back to reality when my other dog rubbed against my leg which frightened me at first. I picked her up to and ran all the way back to my house.

Like everyone else who witnessed a monster sighting, I didn’t tell anyone, it was a couple months, when at a family party, I was talking to my grandmother, we were speaking about welsh folk tales when she brought up the Afanc, a crocodile like beaver creature which is the perfect example to describe what I saw,the only thing that doesn’t make sense to me is that Afancs are usually in Lakes not ponds. I told her about my experience and she told me it best not to go back in those woods. So I warn all travelers who wish to walk Wales beautiful landscapes to be careful because u never know who or what is watching.


First Experience With The Jersey Devil

I live in Southern New Jersey in a very small town located near the Pine Barrens.  This stretch of woods is a famous area and home to the Jersey Devil.

I’m sure you’re wondering why is that area named the Pine Barrens?  For lack of better words all that grows there is pine trees and nothing else.  You can read up more about these woods on the site Weird New Jersey if you’re interested because trust me it’s interesting.

That’s not what this stories about though, as I mentioned this is about the Jersey Devil.

My friend, let’s call him Dan, lived in a house in a section of the pine barrens that backs up into my town.  There’s not many houses out there and it’s extremely dark at night.  There were five of us there that night me, Dan, Kenn, Natasha and Emelia.  We were in highschool and as we often did we sat in an old van parked outside Dan’s house, you know the kind, the creepy windowless ones people associate with pedophiles.

It wasn’t a functioning vehicle so us being the typical stoner kids would go outside and hot box the van as we smoked some weed.

We were out there for about an hour or so when Kenn had to go pee so he went outside to go and shut the door behind him.  About two minutes later he began banging on the van door shouting “Guys, guys let me in quick!”

So we did and he slammed the door quickly behind him.  We all were giggling in our high state and I asked “What he hell man, what’s your deal?” He was trembling and pale as a ghost.

We stopped laughing when we finally realized he wasn’t joking around.  “There, there’s some… something out there man.” After he said that we started hearing a long scratching sound that began at the back of the van and went all the way to the front as if someone was keying the van with a set of claws.

We went silent, cupping our hands over our mouths to cover the sounds of our breathing.

Then I heard the most terrifying noise I’d ever heard in my life, a very loud high pitched screech that could never come from any human.  The van began shaking violently as if this thing was trying to push it over.

My friend Natasha started whimpering in the back mouthing the phrase “we’re gonna die here.  I’m going to die here.”

I put my finger to my lip to shush her and Emilia held her tight to try to calm her.  It went silent for a moment and then we heard a huge whooshing sound that I could only imagine was something taking flight.  There was a heavy thud on top of the van, then heavy pacing back and forth across the roof, that sounded like hooves.

After about ten minutes of the pacing we heard that ear piercing screech again and then the whoosh of wings as this thing flew off.  The five of us sat in silence, waiting and praying that it was gone.

After about thirty minutes Dan slowly opened the van door to take a peek.  “I think it’s gone.” He whispered.

We all rushed out and made a beeline to the sliding door of Dan’s house.

We didn’t say much the rest of the night, we just kept smoking until we all fell asleep in Dan’s room, Dan and Kenn on the floor with me, Natasha and Emilia on the bed.  We talked about it a bit the next morning, as we accessed the damage to the van.

We didn’t have to say it, we knew who it was it could only be the one thing that lived around here besides the deer, the Jersey Devil.

I’d like to say that was my last experience with him or it but it wasn’t.  But that’s a story for another time.  Don’t let you guard down in the pine barrens, you never know when the Jersey Devil might be lurking in the area.