Goat man / skinwalker

We all have had moments in our life where we thought it was going to change majorly, but sometimes we don’t even know it. Just a year ago i was playing on the xbox one and my friend in the party said something about skinwalker so I asked “what a skinwalker” so he said to just look up a video so I did, and what popped up was a goat man story now I know that they are two different things but I was curious so I clicked on the video. And after I heard everything about it I was interested more than usual, so I did some research. And I found out exactly what the “goatman” was and started telling them stories at school about the goatman. So a few months had passed and it was summertime and my dad wanted to go camping , I thought that sounded fun and we went camping. One night my brother and I were playing hide and seek. Then he said that he would give me quarter if I went around the loop of part of the campground. So I did but in a joking way. It was night out so that was a problem. So I started going around the loop and then I decided I would take a shortcut through a small trail I was riding my bike on through and I saw a figure in front of me that was about 10 feet tall I tried to stop my bike but it ran through a puddle and I’m assuming it splashed the creature and it fled into the woods I proceeded terrified knowing what I saw. I tried to tell my brother what I saw but he just said I was joking. Now I’m at home writing this. I was going to bathroom a couple months ago and I saw a giant scratch mark through the window in the siding of the garage out the window. My dogs bark when they don’t see anything outside. I occasionally hear taps on my windows and walls. Here’s a lesson don’t talk about the goatman or the skinwalker out loud because you might regret it. That goes to show you never know what’s out there.


My wife and I were sitting on the couch last night playing some PS4 together, a totally regular game night. Now, as I said in my last encounter, I’m scared of the dark because of what happened, and absolutely ALWAYS lock all of my doors and windows at night. Despite this, while we were playing PS4 I began to hear what seemed to be the meow of an injured cat. It sounded like it was on my driveway. I paused the game and my heart was pounding because any random noises at night now put me on edge. Being an animal lover I could only ignore the meowing for so long. I mean I love animals, what can I say?

My wife also wanted me to go outside and check on the cat. Since I haven’t told her what happened a few months ago (and still refuse to tell her) she doesn’t really understand just how truly terrified I am at night. After about half an hour of constant meowing I decided to at least TRY to man up. So I got off the couch and grabbed my flashlight. I nervously  crept to the window next to the front door and peaked out of the curtains ever so slowly. Without even using the flashlight I could see the silhouette of a cat at the very end of the driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. I started the process of telling myself to man up and began slowly unlocking the front door and stepped outside. At this point, I was kinda proud of myself for even stepping one foot outside at night. I literally hadn’t done that in months, usually I’m in bed well before 11pm as I really don’t want to be awake when all the freaks come out. Honestly, my last encounter changed my entire perspective on reality. How many other  fowl creatures creep around at night without no one ever seeing them? This is the single most terrifying thought to me. What kind of unimaginably terrifying things tap on my windows at night that I’ve never seen or heard? Lord, my heart is thumping right now..


Anyway, as I was saying; I took a step outside into the front yard and felt the chilly night air brush past my face for the first time in months. It was kinda nice actually, at first. As I took a few more steps down the driveway, the stupid cat ran away into the street. Well it can’t be all that injured, I thought.  Maybe it was just on heat or something? I turned around and quickly walked back inside. Just as I sat down and unpaused my game, the stupid cat started meowing AGAIN. After about 45 minutes of this all up, I’d had enough. I knew it wasn’t hurt, I mean it was basically trolling me, so I got up again with the intent of chasing it away this time, so I stepped outside, turned on the flashlight and walked down the driveway. I had actually forgotten about being nervous for a brief moment. As expected the cat ran away again when I got close and I, being slightly irritated, chased it into the street. As it ran into a long patch of grass it turned and looked at me and the flashlight caught it’s glowing eyes. For some reason I kinda got spooked when it did that. Now this is where things got weird….It turned it’s head and disappeared…Hang on, what the heck? There was NO WAY something just vanished, I mean the patch of grass was relatively small and from where I was standing it couldn’t have gotten away without me seeing it. There was the small patch of grass and a solid metal fence behind it. No holes and the fence was too high for it to jump

This is where alarm bells started going off in my head. Suddenly I was freaked out again and after last time, there was no way I was going to stand there a second longer. I turned around and started fast walking back towards my driveway. Just as I crossed the line to my property I began to feel that familiar feeling of deep, deep dread. I kept thinking, Why the heck did I come outside? How stupid are you? In that moment, just as that last thought crossed my mind, a fowl smell brushed passed my nose. It sounds so typical but it really did smell like death, garbage and vomit mixed together. I bolted up the driveway to the door as fast as I could, I truly felt as though a predator was about to pounce and rip my guts out, just like last time. As I reached the front door I felt a thick, humid pocket of air blow past me. All these things combined scared the living shit out of me. I knew that stupid cat was a trap, but the animal lover in me refused to let a potentially hurt animal suffer. As I slammed the front door shut I turned around to lock it and was horrified to feel something blocking it from properly closing. My stomach is dropping just thinking of it…There were a huge set of hairy grey fingers stuck in the door…Disgusting, yellowish claws at the end of the fingers. I almost pissed myself and turned back around, let go of the door and ran through the sun room, slamming that door shut instead and locking it. There was no way I was going to try fighting with this thing to close the front door. Luckily, the sun room door is only a few feet directly in front of the main front door. By this point my wife realised what was happening and she was sitting on the couch curled into a ball just crying.

I’m not even sure if this was the same thing as last time as I didn’t see it’s face (thank god) but none the less I was just as completely and utterly terrified as last time. The ‘thing’ was banging on the sun room door for what seemed like hours. It didn’t even make a single noise other than that. I’m gathering it was big, really big. That hand was just…So unnatural. It looked like a paw mixed with a decrepit old mans hand. My wife and I locked ourselves in the bathroom for the rest of the night, just holding each other. We didn’t say a word. She was obviously feeling the same deep terror as I was. At some point we must have fallen asleep because I woke up on the bathroom floor around 7am when the light started shining through the window. I cautiously went to the front door to check ‘it’ was gone and fully expected it to have ripped the house apart. Oh yeah it was gone alright, but my main front door had been ripped off it’s hinges. It was laying on the porch, splinters of wood and screws all over the place. I think I need to consult a pastor about this. I can’t live comfortably knowing that this thing is still out there. I feel like I’m back to square one in terms of dealing with this emotionally, I mean what do you do in this situation? My wife and I are scared. Now even during the day, because we know that with each passing hour, the sun is getting closer to setting…

That creature in the woods

Hi my name is Carlos I’m am now currently 14 years old, this sighting happens while I was backpacking in rural Arkansas high in the mountains.

Me and my friends which for confedential reasons I won’t say their names but let’s call them Jerome,John,Kaleb, and my crush who I will call Laura went backpacking with my fellow church youth.

On the very first day backpacking I noticed how quiet it was I mean like the forest was empty kinda quiet but I ignored it putting it off as maybe it’s just very quiet here, but being a country boy I should have known better.

After long and tiring 5 hours of walking we finally decided to stop and rest for the night. I will explain how the surrounding area looked like( it’s important) we were separated into 2 groups guys and girls us guys we slep in a clearing near a massive hill while the girls slept under a ridge of a cliff and on the right of both camps was a river also in between the camps was a ravine.

Us guys being young and stupid decided to explore before it was too dark we ended up finding this cave around 30 feet away from our camp. After exploring the cave which was empty.

We decided to go eat dinner. For some reason we didn’t make a fire. After eating our counceler told us that we needed to have a buddy system when we used the bathrooms bc it was hunting season. After the meeting we went to bed.

That night I woke up with a strong urge to pee, being the good freind I am I didn’t wake up any of my sleeping freinds as I climbed up that massive hill to pee behind a tree near the top.

Now ik that was dumb but hey u rather go pee in a ravine.

Which now sounds better. As I was going up I heard a branch break but I brushed it off as some kind of nocturnal animal during mid pee I hear a low and guteral growl bc I was in mid pee I couldn’t stop as soon as I finished peeing I raced down the hill I made the mistake of turning around and I saw a massive easily around 6 feet tall and very pale humanoid looking creature with huge black eyes which were fixated on me.

I immediately ran to my tent and passed out from fright the next morning as we were leaving I saw in that cave a pale looking face peering out to me i screamed and ran. My friends didn’t believe me but one of my freinds came up to me and told me that he saw it but bc he takes medication for his depression he thought he was hallucinating.

Pls tell meh what I saw I have moved from there and now I live in New Jersey.

Beast of Mount Ophir

I live and grew up in Malaysia and this story is about a mountain in Malaysia called Gunung Lelang or Mount Ophir. There are myths and legends revolves around this mountain such as Legend of Puteri Gunung Lelang where The Sultan had heard of a celestial princess’s beauty and wanted to marry her but she set seven impossible conditions for him. But thats a common legend that you can search on the internet.

This story is told by my father. When my father was a kid, his parents always bring him and his siblings to Gunung Lelang, not for hiking, but to go to the waterfall and bathe. My grandparents are poor and couldn’t afford video games for my father and his siblings, so, every holiday they will bring my father to Gunung Lelang’s waterfall to bathe and enjoy. They never went hiking and my grandparents never let them.

Legend has it that there is a beast living in the mountain. It is a woman and it can transform into a lion. It was said that she is immortal because it was a punishment from God to her. God doesn’t want her to be reborn because she is an evil spirit. So she haunts the mountains for centuries.

The woman mainly targets men. Expert hikers went to the mountain for hiking ended up getting lost. People who lived through this came to tell the tale. My father’s best friend was in the scouts. His friend went camping in the mountains for a few times and had reported seeing the beast, but since they are in a big group, the woman didn’t attack them.

One day, my dad was driving and had his friend sitting at the passenger side, his friend is Wiccan, he can sense and hear things we normal beings can’t, and my father happened to drive past the mountain. My dad’s friend had a panic attack all of a sudden. He said he had sensed an unfriendly “being” roaming in the mountain. He can see the beast when he closed his eyes and described it to my dad. Since no one had actually know this legend except for the elderly living near the mountain. My dad got shocked and agreed with him and told him the legend.

This is a very scary legend and since I’m an avid hiker, I know I will never hike this mountain and listen to my parents.

Thank you for listening.


Ps: I love your videos Darkness, they make me happy. Thank you (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Rock Thrower of Colorado

Several years ago, my dad was in town on a break from work. My brothers, my dad, and myself decided to go on a fishing trip up to one of our favorite mountains, the Grand Mesa National Forest. On the way up, my brothers had made a joke about Bigfoot. You can obviously see where this tale is going… it wasn’t uncommon for us to bring up the subject of Bigfoot as we always talked about it when we were younger. We were all fascinated by the idea.
Upon the subject being broached, my brother had said something along the lines of, “It’s like your encounter dad.” I was confused and instantly asked what they were talking about. And so our story begins. For the sake of anonymity, I’ll call my dad Wayne for this story.
The town we live in is the very same town that my dad grew up in. Back when my dad was in his late twenties, he and his friends decided to go late night catfishing right off the Colorado River. They were fishing right off the bank and had a nice fire going – drinking beers, talking about girls, and who knows what else.
About an hour into their late night fishing trip, they heard a very loud splash in the water. Right away one of the first things they had thought was it must be a beaver slapping its tail in the water. Not long after, another loud splash occurred, but closer. “That sounded like a rock” one of them stated.
My dad and his friends walked to the edge of the water. They scanned parts of the bank that was not hidden in foliage. My dad looked into the river itself and on the bank on the opposing side. In the middle of the night, the moonlight cast some light – light enough so that my dad could see movement directly across from them on the other side of the river, even though it was in a dark shadow.
At that instant, a large rock landed just short of my dad’s feet, splashing him and his friend Chuck. Instantly, my dad knew it had come from the other side of the river.
This spot on the Colorado River is well over 400ft wide. I don’t know how many of you have tried to throw a golf ball-sized rock that distance, but it’s not easy. River rocks vary anywhere from 2 inches in diameter to 10 inches – the rocks that were being thrown were at least 10 inches in diameter.
As my dad and his friends were staring across the river, unable to detect the source of the rock thrower, another stone hurled directly at them. The group scattered as it hit the soil in between the four of them.
One of them grabbed the cobblestone, using both hands to do so. Slowly, they all went back to the fire. There was a moment of silence as none of them knew how to react. Finally, Lopez spoke, “Who the hell can throw a rock that big across the river?” An obvious question but one they were all thinking.
A few moments passed and it seemed to stop. They began to loosen up a little bit, enjoying their beer and almost getting to the point of laughing the incident off when out of nowhere, John screamed, “Wayne duck!” My dad dodged to the side as yet another large stone came all the way across and hit their fire pit. That was enough. My dad and his friends withdrew their fishing poles, jumped in the truck, and left.
They had talked a few times trying to figure out what it was that possibly could have been doing that. The verdict finally being that some kids must have come up with some sort of catapult and they were just too well hidden for them to see (though my dad never really accepted that explanation).
Well, you all guessed it, there’s a part 2 to this story as well…. At the end of the summer, a friend of my dad’s that we’ll call Tim, called my dad to see if he wanted to catfish by boat that night. Tim had gotten a new aluminum boat that he kept wanting to fish out of. Reluctantly, my dad accepted since he had turned him down all summer to hang out with him. It wasn’t because of the previous events that took place, those were pretty much in the back of my dad’s mind. Tim, even though he was a friend, got on my dad’s nerves.
It had been a full moon that night so they decided to hit the river with the boat. Most of the night had been pretty uneventful, catching a few fish, having a few laughs, and obviously having a few beers. It was the last leg of their journey when out of nowhere, something hit the boat. It was a very loud “ping” that shook both them awake in a half-dazed state.
“What the f***?” was all Tim could get out before there was a loud splash in front of the boat. They both looked around and it was there that my dad spotted it – on the south side of the river, was a large silhouette. The river’s pace had them just drifting along, but the moon and sky were so clear that my dad could see the figure (big, whoever he was or whatever it was).
The large silhouette bent over and grabbed another rock and hurled it their way, again striking the boat. Enough had been enough! My dad, not sure what to think, reached down and grabbed his 38 revolver. He knelt on one knee, aiming the pistol at the figure. It seemed not to care as it just kept slowly walking staying at the same pace as the boat.
When it bent down again, presumably to grab another rock, my dad fired a shot in the air. The figure rose suddenly, and in the same awkward throwing motion, hurled another rock which flew over the boat, splashing behind it.
My dad, fed up, fired again but this time in front of the shadowy figure, not trying to hit it, but definitely trying to scare it. It didn’t work, and the figure stayed side by side in pace with them.
Tim, being the cowardly type, was freaking out. My dad, also scared, was definitely curious as to just who the hell it was, why they were so big, and why they had been messing with them.
He would not get his answer, though, as the river began to pick up pace and in doing so, the silhouette sped up its walk in an effort to keep up with them. Finally, the figure just stopped and stared at them. My dad never stopped looking at the figure until it was out of sight.
So, you might be thinking, “Okay, your dad told you a Bigfoot story.” There’s a problem with that, though – if you know my dad, you know he is very down-to-earth. If my brothers and I tell him a story about how big a fish we caught was, my dad lowers its size even if he’s wrong. The point being, he under embellishes everything. Even when he told me this story, he made it sound like it was no big deal. The other problem with this is that my dad never made the correlation of the figure being a Bigfoot until about 30 years later when his friend was watching a documentary about Bigfoot with my dad. They saw when people reported the alleged habits of Bigfoots, that a common one is that they throw rocks.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my stories. These happened to my family, obviously not to me, but I thought I would share