Southern Ohio Skinwalker

This happened about a year ago, last summer. Some background. I’m a 21 year old non-native american (100% German bloodline) male and somewhat know about Skinwalkers and Wendigos, mainly from the massive amount of time I spent on 4chan in the past couple years. I live in the hills of the Ohio River Valley. Im an avid coyote hunter and fisherman. What time I am not spending at work, playing video games, or browsing 4chan, I’m in the woods or on the river.

One night after I left work I decided to go fishing at the pond on my friend’s property, to the northeast of my house. I got home, grabbed my rods, tackle box and trusty HK VP9 (because I carry everywhere I go nowadays), and ran to the store and bought some chicken livers for bait. I should also mention that I brought my puppy. A 9 month old German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix that I named Mauser.

As I arrived at my friend’s property and began pulling my truck into the field surrounding the pond, the sun started to set. It was eerily quiet. No noises of nature, or any noise at all other than the engine of my truck running. It made me feel kinda uneasy, but I just pushed it out of my mind.

I got out of the truck with my pup and began to set up my rods when Mauser started acting a little uneasy. I patted him gently on the side to try and reassure him that everything was fine. By the time my rods were set up and ready to go, it was dark out. So I went back to the truck to grab my glowsticks and head lamp. It was then that Mauser jumped into the truck and wouldn’t move.

I asked what he was doing, almost expecting an answer, but instead I was hit with the most God awful stench I’ve ever smelled in my life. The smell of sulfur and rotting flesh. I started to worry at that point. In an instant, every thread on 4chan that I’ve read about Skinwalkers flew through my mind.

I stayed still and silent for a second, listening. All of a sudden, I see Mauser start shaking and hear footsteps behind me. The stench of rotting meat grew stronger. My heart was in my throat and I had completely forgotten the handgun clipped underneath my steering wheel.

I stood there for what seemed like hours, even though it was only seconds. I slowly started to turn my head back towards whatever was behind me. About 50 feet behind me, barely lit up by the light back by the pond was what I know was a skinwalker. I was horrified. It was easily 9 feet tall, and had the head of a deer with scraggly antlers, as well as a deer’s legs, and a human’s torso, but it was rotting.

Fight or flight had hit me at that point, so I jumped into my truck and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my pistol and rolled down the window and started shooting while trying to back out. I had my magazine empty in mere seconds and was out of the field seconds later. I had thought I was safe and that I was going to get away. I was wrong. I looked over and saw Mauser with all his hair standing up, teeth barred, savagely growling at something behind the truck.

It was then that I felt the back of the truck drop. As if something had jumped into the bed. I didn’t dare look into my rear view mirror. I kept driving towards the dirt road to take me from the field back to my friend’s house. I heard a loud screech coming from right behind me. It sounded like it was close, but at the same time far away and coming from other directions.

I drove for another 10 minutes. Hearing tapping on my back windshield the entire time. Once I got back to my friend’s driveway, all was silent. I gathered the courage to get out of the truck, forcing my pup to stay inside. If rather have something bad happen to me than him. This all happened last summer, so almost a year ago. I go back there to shoot and do target practice sometimes, but I always have a feeling of dread around that pond, and I can still hear the screeching sometimes. As if I could forget that sound anyways…

White thing

So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

Im also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season. I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time.

However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit. We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of.

It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back. Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards.

Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field. It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel.

It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly.

But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches. The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good. I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point.

Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”. After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler.

It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself. I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left.

As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek. Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7.

I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible.

And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED. It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house.

I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne. This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area.

First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run. I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name wh So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

I’m also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season.

I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time. However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit.

We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of. It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back.

Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards. Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field.

It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel. It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly. But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches.

The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good.

I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point. Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”.

After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler. It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself.

I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left. As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek.

Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7. I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible. And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED.

It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house. I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne.

This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area. First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run.

I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name when i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I am ok with that. But that thing better believe that if either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

Then i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I ok with that. But that thing better believe inflation either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

Creepy backwoods experience

Hi, my name is Carter, I’m a freshman in high school, and I live in a house that has a huge expanse of forest behind it. I explore these woods behind my house quite often, and I used to make trips through it to get to my ex-girlfriend’s house with ease since I don’t have a car(at the time of this story I was still dating her). Unfortunately, I had an experience that has guaranteed that neither I, nor my ex, will ever set foot in those woods ever again.

This happened over 8th grade summer break.

I left my house around 10:00 to get to hers, it was dark, but I wasn’t worried, I had made the trek many times before, plus, her parents were going on vacation for a week, so I was willing to walk through the forest alone at night if it meant being alone with her for a week.

it was about a 20 minute walk going straight north, and I was confident that I would get there within 5 minutes after her parents left.

Now, my girlfriend and I had made plans for a doctor who netflix marathon, we were both major nerds, but of course, I was still excited to be alone with her for the night.

After walking for maybe 5 minutes or so, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see nothing there. Slightly disturbed, I texted my girlfriend to wait for me at her backdoor, I was worried that I may have to run from a wild coyote or something, and I wanted to be sure she would be ready to open and close the door quickly if I did end up running for it.

It was then that, I kid you not, I heard her say my name, and I immediately knew something was off, the voice I heard say my name said it in an almost seductive manner, but my ex had never talked to me in a seductive tone, nor did I think she even knew how to sound seductive.

Plus, she was at her house, so I knew that whatever I heard couldn’t be her.

I started walking faster, checking my phone to be sure I was going north.

Then, I saw movement in the corner of my eye again, I turned even quicker than before, and I saw it, a pale, naked, humanoid creature, or at least it’s head.

Then, to my horror, it slowly stood up.

Now, I’m a 6-foot-tall guy, so I’m not by any means small, but this thing towered over me. I was more terrified than I’d ever been before, but I had one advantage that probably saved my life, I have a very strong, very fast acting, fight or flight response, before this thing had even fully stood up, I was booking it north.

I could see the lights of my girlfriend’s house through the trees, and I started screaming to her OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” I was maybe 10 yards from the door when I saw her open it, I heard her start to reply “Carter, why are you yelling? WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!”.

I didn’t reply, I just ran in the house, and without stopping, grabbed the door knob, and slammed the door shut. I heard a loud bang from the door, as if something large had hit it at a high speed. My girlfriend was hysterical, she kept yelling that we were going to die,

I sat her down on a couch, and managed to calm her down.

We stayed on that couch for the rest of the night, terrified. Later, she told me that the thing had been right behind me, and that it had actually been about to grab me, when I had managed to somehow put on an extra burst of speed, and shut the door. I still don’t know what that thing was, but I can guarantee that no one could ever, make me go into that forest again.

The Creek

This story is truly something you may wish you hadn’t heard.

A Couple of years ago I lived in a apartment complex that had a creek in the back of it , I always wondered how deep it was and if there was something in there .

One night me and my father and his girlfriend was walking back to our complex and my dad had to pee and me and his girlfriend walked up when I turned around to see where my father was I saw a Black figure approach from the edge of the creek I assumed it was my father and turned around.

My dad came back and he Came from a different side I asked him was he near the creek he said no .

At this point I just wanted to get to the apartment and my dad and his girlfriend were talking and I felt something was behind me and turned around.

It was so dark and it felt as if a dark presence was there I called my dads name , he turned around and his eyes widened I was wondering what he was looking at I looked around and his girlfriend froze I was getting scared and I moved towards them and all of a sudden I heard something running towards me and I screamed and we all ran .

We didn’t go home that night we went to a hotel to this day we still don’t know if it was someone playing a prank on us or was something really in that creek to make it worse , Kids were going missing from the bus stop and me , my dad and his girlfriend knew something weird was going on We told the authorities and Moved as soon as possible many say it’s a “myth” and many as saw this figure .

I would never ever want to relive that scene

Do not visit yellow stone alone

I’m was a park ranger at yellow stone national park and believe me seeing old faithful is not worth your life, I’m a marine that loves the outdoors so I volunteered as a ranger when I was 22, needing a job and a get away from life, i decided to volunteer at yellow stone as it was the best option at the time and I needed a cool down Because I just got home from Iraq.

A handful of rangers are assigned a watch tower and I was lucky enough to get one, when I was assigned to my station which was called “watch tower delta” I quickly made friends with the neighboring towers and there occupants, David was in watch tower Charlie and Thomas was in watch tower foxtrot, just for future notice I was the only ranger that had a firearm at the time,

so I was settling in and talking to Thomas and David over the radio,

it was about 2 in the morning and we were all bored so I started to tell some stories of stuff I saw in Iraq and and Iran when suddenly when we hear over the radio a man scream “He’s chasing me, Help please someone.” David quickly ask the man “who’s chasing you? Do you need help?” Thomas said “oh wow Another kid trying to prank us, he’s not in danger David just leave him be.”

I was afraid for this kid And my fear of this him not returning grew when we got no response for about 5 minutes until we hear “help, I can see a tower like a outpost of some sort.” I ask “are you still in trouble? do you need a ambulance?”

The kid replies with “can you see me Alex?” I’m thinking to myself “what the hell? How does he know my name?” I shrug it off telling myself he’s with a friend and quickly ask him where he is, he starts saying in a menacing and disturbing voice “eenie… meenie… miney… mo…” and he repeats it over and over again and I can slowly start hearing it close by,

I can hear him getting closer and closer and then I hear the sound of someone walking up the stairs that lead to my tower,

I call in a SOS and tell David and Thomas to lock their doors and to call the police, and I grab my AR-15 and set there watch the door, I hear footsteps reach the door and I hear over the radio “are you afraid?”

And through the small window by the door I catch a quick glimpse of him, he was a tall guy and I mean me being 6’0 tall this guy towered over me he wore all black and had a long sharp looking object and a sleek black object in his other hand, I stayed quiet and didn’t dare to move until David said “Alex get you ass up and run through the back window.”

I got up and ran as fast as I could basically jumping through the glass window landing on top of my AR when I got up and started heading to the emergency ladder when I saw him grinning a twisted yellow grin,

He walked closer to me while asking about my kids and wife, “Your daughter would look real nice locked in a cage” he said.

i demanded ” lemme see your hands!” He lunged at me and I fired a single round,

he screamed and took off bleeding, as he ran David took off after him and I called my superior and the police to inform them a crazed man armed and dangerous, was on the injured, when the officers arrived David ran back and told me that he chased him through the woods and he lost him near watch tower India and what scares me the most is what happened to the kid that radio’d for help I wonder if he’s ok,

I really hope these two events had nothing to do with each other, the next day I quit and went back home, it’s been awhile since this happened and I hope the kid is safe at home with his mom or playing video games, and I hope the man that broke into my watchtower and gave me a scare was just a harmless prankster but god knows what he could’ve done if I don’t have my AR, just don’t visit yellow stone alone or atleast with out a gun to fend off what truly lurks in the woods of Yellowstone.