My aunt rented out a section of a woman’s house for a few years in Lowell Vermont. my Father would often bring us up there over the summer to go swimming and see out cousins. Our cousins would often tell us stories of seeing shadows outside at night, foot steps, nails being ripped from the walls and panting being smashed. I didn’t believe them until i had a paranormal experience at there house one time playing Hide-and-go-seek. but that’s a different story.
My sister and i stayed the night one weekend near the end of summer vacation. we decided to pull an all nighter and at around midnight we all decided to play man-hunt in the woods. The person hunting had a flashlight and the rules were if he had you in the flashlight you had 5 seconds to get out or you were considered caught and had to sit in the garage until the round was over. My oldest cousin drew the short straw. the rest of us took off into the woods.
I hid behind some bushes right next to a tall ever green tree looking toward the house. I could see my cousin looking around the shorter trees about 50 feet away from me. He eventually moved on out of my line of sight. everything was quiet, almost like someone had forgotten to turn on the volume, until i heard a few foot steps to my left. I thought it was the seeker but there was no flashlight, so i figured it was another hider so i go to see who it is, i turn around the tree and see a dark figure facing away from me in what looked like the fetal position. I whisper them, but before i could get the first word out it jumped, almost like i startled it, it slowly raised itself up and turned to look at me. what ever this thing was had pure white glowing eyes, had to have been 7 feet tall and it’s arms reached all the way down to the ground white it was standing. it didn’t make a noise and didn’t move, it just looked at me. i couldn’t see it’s face very well because it’s eyes were so bright. after a few seconds i saw a flashlight shine into it, my cousin started counting “one…two…th-” before he could get to three he saw it too. it darted it’s eyes onto my cousin, shushed him and then jumped into the tree and leaped from tree to tree until we couldn’t see it anymore.
“what the hell” my cousin said in a hushed trembling voice
“let’s just get the others and go inside” i said grabbing his arm
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So everyone’s heard of the notorious “big foot” which supposedly roams the mountains and woods of the us and other countries but this experience is regarded as something far taller and stronger than the big foot which roams the forests of Japan feeding on prey from sheep to humans
I was interested in photography and the wilderness but I had never believed in any paranormal of any kind, I also never believed in the infamous big foot or yeti until this horrifying, unforgiving experience. I decided to take a trip to a forest whilst on a trip to Japan, a contra which had always interested me, I took a taxi to the forest entrance and there were a few tourists about looking at the incredible scenery. I at first be lived I was safe but that had all changed quickly, I walked for around 20 minutes and I was pretty deep into the forest although I thought there were tourist there wasn’t, I panicked because I somehow had got myself lost in a forest I had never been before. I found a sign and followed to were it had said exit.
I had walked for about 10 minutes and it had started getting dark, suddenly I heard a deep growl from very close which sent chills down my spine, I freaked out for a second looking around in confusing and panic until my eyes stopped dead in the centre of the path. There 15 feet away was a 8 foot creature covered in fur with a angry looking face, it was hard to describe but it was horrifying, my stomach dropped as I ran and hid behind a fallen tree a few mitres down the path, I led there panicking and scared for my life. The creature then walked pass about 8 feet from were I was walking down the path, whatever it was looked around and saw me, my stomach dropped as I took of running in the direction of the path I was following at first, I looked back and saw the creature chasing me.
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This is a follow-up to my previous story where I had encountered a pale white hominid I couldn’t identify, well now I may have the answer to that.
A month or two ago in dumb horror movie teen fashion I had gotten mad at my Grandparents for something stupid, this time I thought they came too early to pick me up from work. I was furious because I still had a few hours left so I said I didn’t want a ride back. A few hours pass by and I start my several mile walk from work to home in the pitch dark on the main road. Things were good until I heard a strange demented bird-like call from the lake near the Villa. I didn’t see anything but I started to get a bad feeling until I got to the road that branches off and leads right to the Villa.
I kept walking and went over the bridge over the highway and continued further eventually walking downhill passing Shell Gas Station and the local General Store and down to the Allamuchy Elementary School. From there I turned left onto the road I’d usually walk to get home and when I did everything went unnaturally quiet and I started to get a feeling of dread. I turned back and turned left from where I just tried to walk and decided to go the more direct route. A few cars passed me by and I just kept walking, still feeling that really bad fear in my heart that caused me to change direction from my usual route.
I reached where the trees got thick making the road ahead appear blacker than ink.y instincts compelled me to stop and turn back and stay under a road light at the intersection by the School. Before I could turn back my sense of dread amplified ten fold when I saw a thin gaunt blacker than night figure dart between the trees to my right. Although brief I could see it’s hands were clawed and it’s legs were digitigrade and it’s body had some dog-like features but no fail. It bolted around from tree to tree without making a single sound or track whatsoever. I kept my calm despite what danger I was in because I finally knew what I was being stalked by.
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—This story happened when I was a very young child. I will remember this encounter until the day I die. I was two years old and I have an older brother that loved nothing more then to scare me every chance he got. Everyone is scared of something. For me, it was the dark. Now, I don’t know if this is possible, or maybe it was true, but I was so afraid of the dark as a child that it had substance.
—One evening after dinner, I decided to play in my corner until it was time for my bath. A short time later my mom told me to put my toys away. While I put them back in my toy box, I could hear momma running my water. She called to me to ask if I wanted my tub toys and I told her that I did. As I finished up, I dreaded going upstairs in the hall. It was so dark. I held my breath and dashed up the stairs and into my room. I laid my pajamas out on my bed and went into my bath.
—After I was dressed, I went to my bookcase to pick a book for story time. I loved when momma would read to me. This night I choose The Three Little Pigs. She had voices for everyone…including the wolf.
—Later that night, I woke up cause I had to pee. In the meantime, I realized my night light was no longer on. I was so scared to get up. I even contemplated peeing my bed to get out of getting up and moving around in the dark. Then I thought better of it because I knew momma would spank me if I wet my bed on purpose. So I gathered all my courage, jumped out of my bed, ran out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. I took care of my business and started to make me way back to my room. Once I turned the light off, it was pitch black. My breath quickened immediately. Once again I tried to be brave and face my fear. I have never been so scared. The hallway was really quite almost as if I was in a vacuum and all sound was gone. I began to feel along the wall to get back. About three quarters of the way, I could hear one thing. Breathing…hard, and raspy. Nothing from this world has ever sounded this way. I paused hoping to God that I was hearing things. As I got closer to it, I realized I wasn’t alone. I bumped into something warm, big, and fury. I froze in my tracks. The breathing got louder. Something took a sharp inhale of air and growled low in its throat. That broke my paralysis and I screamed at the top of my lungs…but no one came to save me in that moment. The beast grolwed again, this time baring razor sharp teeth. I screamed again and I could hear all the sounds of my house return to me. Momma came rushing from her room to see what was the matter. She turned the light on, and the beast vanished. She took me to her room to quiet me. I couldn’t have loved her more in that moment. To this day, I don’t know what that thing was. Maybe someone out there can lay this to rest and tell me what it may have been. Thanks in advance.
This story was not told to me by a hiker like most of my others, but rather was witnessed by myself firsthand. This encounter occurred very close to my home woods of Ohio, way up North in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Cuyahoga Valley is a smaller park, one of the few parks in the East Coast area (comparatively), and doesn’t get near as much love as it should. This being said, it’s somewhat of a private heaven for those of us who take the trip into the valley, escaping the more populous of parks.
To lay some basis for this tale, I will describe its characters. Due to the nature of the sites at the Valley, having two to three people per group can be optimal. I had ached for a return to the forest, as it had been a fair amount of time since my last excursion. So, after some convincing, I managed to call up an old friend of the area and convince him to take the hike with me. He wasn’t a camper at all; 90% of what he carried that weekend was gear borrowed from me.
I was excited to take him on the trip with me. For those less experienced in the world of the outdoors, a big tradition and rite of passage for any novice outdoorsman to earn a “trail name,” a unique nickname given by other, more experienced hikers, usually in reference to an event at a camp out or something like that. My trail name is Spades, due to some card game fun on one of my first long hikes. The reason I am explaining all of this is because I had decided to take it upon myself to find an appropriate trailname for my friend. I had assumed it would be something silly, like a friend of mine who’s name was Ramen-bomben, following his creation of an instant ramen – potato – spam creation.
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The first time I saw this thing was a couple of years ago. I was hunting with a friend in North Texas near a small town called Jefferson.
We will call him Jim. We set up in a blind near a clearing and we were there for a few hours. When we finally saw what looked like a massive buck.
We watched it enter the field and I started to take him when a sense of fear came over me. That’s when Jim said what the fuck that’s not a normal buck. I looked over at Jim and asked what do you mean. He told me to look at it closer through my scope. I did and he was right it wasn’t a normal buck.
It had pure white eyes and what looked like decaying skin around it’s knees. We sat there looking at it for at least 10 minutes when we realized that it was completely quiet. We didn’t hear anything besides that thing walking in the field. It wondered off and we just sat there speechless.
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My grandmother’s farm was situated on 15 acres of land north of Hayden, Alabama. It was several hours from our home and we would make the drive there a handful of times a year, mostly in the summers. I can remember the anticipation I would feel as we drove up the long driveway to find the modest house, which my grandfather Elmer had built with his bare hands, perched atop the hill. Picturing it now, I see the rusted tin roof, the weathered porch, and the dilapidated barn that stood out back.
As a child, none of that mattered to us, obviously. We spent our days roaming the rolling countryside, swimming in a nearby creek, and playing on the old oak that grew beside the house, who’s branches were so large they scraped the ground. The fields surrounding the farm house were no longer fertile, providing ample space for us to properly conduct the adventures we concocted in our minds, and were surrounded by the dense forests of the Alabama countryside.
I always cherished the time I spent with my grandmother. When we were inside, she was always singing to us, telling us stories about when she was a girl, teaching us how to make things out of sticks and string, and passing down the type of random wisdom that only a grandmother can. Unfortunately, I never knew my grandfather. My grandmother said he died in a hunting accident when I was very young. I heard so much about him from her and my parents, however, that I felt like I knew him. He was a large man – strong as an ox my grandmother would say – who would farm the fields from sunup to sun down without so much as a whisper of complaint. My grandmother, her family of Cajun descent, had met my grandfather at school in Louisiana and the two had moved out to this land, left to them by Elmer’s uncle, to start a life together. My mother had been born in this very farmhouse.
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The Navajo may disagree with historians on the Anasazi’s origins and departure (according to Navajo legend, they simply ‘disappeared’ from existence, leaving behind plates, dishes, and food, and went into another dimension or some equivalent) but, whatever the history, the Navajo do NOT like to wander in Anasazi ruins. I never asked why, but figured it had something to do with disrespect, preserving history, etc. As such, none of the others cared a bit about these canyon ruins. They were more interested in shooting pistols.
I could see old beds, ladders, and even cave drawings on the cliffs with my naked eye. And I got this strange fixation on going over there. I am not Navajo, and felt that their rules didn’t apply to me. I set off down the cliffs without rope and decided I would climb down, cross the canyon floor, and then climb back up. This was a bad idea for a million reasons, but it was like some obsession. I can’t explain the feeling. It was like magnetism. I wanted to be in those ruins and it wasn’t just some tourist-like curiosity. It felt like I was meant to go there. I kept slipping and getting stuck on the rocks, and I was so frustrated I almost started crying. Finally, I was deterred by the unmistakable sound of a growl coming from the canyon floor below me.
There were trees down there so I couldn’t see what was making the growl, but “mountain lion” immediately rose to mind and I got my ass back up the cliffside.
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I grew up in Florida, the sunshine state. I lived in the capital, Tallahassee. It was nice and I enjoyed spending my childhood down there, that is, until what happened a few years back that forced me to move.
This all started back in January of 2017 when I was 16, a few weeks after landing my first job. During my high school years I worked at a local Chick Fil A restaurant. I enjoyed working there and I definitely recommend it if you are looking for a job. Anyway, I had to work a 4-11pm shift one night getting trained on how to close the different stations and things like that. Now, we close at 10 but we don’t get out until 11 because we have to clean all the stations such as dishes, grills, fryers, floors etc. Since I was 16 due to child labor laws, I had to leave right at 11pm as did most of my other coworkers. I finished up, clocked out, and walked to my car in the parking lot behind the restaurant since we aren’t allowed to park up front where the customers do.
I got in my car and got on the main road. My house was around 20 minutes away from the restaurant but since it was 11pm, there weren’t many cars out so it would usually take my about 12-15 if I worked this late. I was on the main road for a few minutes then I turned onto a road that I normally used as a shortcut. This was a darker road and curvy that didn’t have any streetlights. This road also had large cemetery that really creeped me out. I few times I have driven on this road and have heard what sounded like screams coming from the direction of that cemetery. Anyway, I was driving down that road with my bright lights on, when a large black figure ran out in front of me.
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I was spending a month with my cousins at my grandma’s house. It was August and my cousin’s ages ranged from ten to fifteen, and I was the oldest (being fifteen). I was staying with a ten, thirteen, and fourteen year old. we stayed up telling scary stories often, but one night a few weeks in, we decided to make a campfire out back. My grandma’s house is in a rural suburb, the neighbors aren’t too far when you’re driving down the road to her house, but in the backyard, it’s thick forest with manmade paths through it. Each house is on a hill so only part of the basement was actually underground. That isn’t important until later though. So, we’re towards the east side of her yard, in a smallish patch of open land. You couldn’t see the neighboring yards from there, and there was probably three quarters a mile to each side of us that belonged to my grandma.
It was maybe eleven at night, and we were playing truth or dare after telling scary stories, and my fourteen year old cousin dared me and the thirteen year old to go walk through the paths for ten minutes or so. I said yes right away, as I wasn’t easily scared and rather level headed, but my younger cousin was a bit more hesitant. We didn’t bring a flashlight because it wasn’t pitch dark yet, and we could see enough to not die. We were walking through the paths for about five minutes and could barely see the fire through the trees when we decided to turn. In the middle of the path, was a large dog-like creature, hunched over with its front hands an inch from the ground.
What I remember most was how its eyes were so effin bright white, and it was humanoid-dog shaped with a human like head but a dog like body with human hands and feet. It looked right at us and I know I was paralyzed with fear as it dashed away the opposite way from us, towards a creek that ran through the yard. Eventually my cousin and I screamed bloody effin murder and the other cousins and my grandma ran to us. I don’t remember much here because I was really disoriented and i couldn’t think properly, but I did wake up in bed, so I assume that I was brought up to the house. All the kids slept in the basement, in a big room with sliding glass doors to the outside, as the room was on the side that wasn’t underground. my bed was pressed against a big glass window, and I could see my cousins playing outside down below. the house is in Michigan so it gets slightly chilly even in the end of August, and there was a slight breeze so I put on a jacket and ran to join them outside, skipping breakfast, not wanting to miss out on anything fun.
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