Terrible Creature at my Window

This story takes place when I was just 7 years old. Please bear with me as english is not my first language. Now, I’m from a very quiet and very rural part of mexico. There, many of our neighbors, family and friends were farmers and livestock breeders. Most of us lived off the land the best we could.

Because of this, I was around a lot of animals all the time. I often played with the chickens or pet the cows, for example. Being so young and surround by so many cute animals, it was very fun for me. It was a great time in my life. Many of you might think it sounds dirty or unsophisticated, but it was a place I called home, and I was proud of that. We often took trips from the capital city of my state Michoacan to other nearby farmlands for the purpose of visiting, trading or giving away stuff we had grown or cultivated. It gave me plenty of opportunities to visit other children my age, to make friends, and of course hang out with plenty of other farm animals.

Once, my family visited and stayed a while with another farming family member. We were staying the weekend for some reason or another that I can’t recall. Being the optimistic and curious kid I was, I was excited about the little getaway. As per my usual childhood antics, the first chance I got I ran from the house, which was a small yet cozy and comfortable abode, to the outside backyard area. There, the home and the farm was connected to a dirt road. When I see a road, that told me there were other people, and that might mean other kids to play with. So, I walked down the road, taking in the sights and hoping I’d see someone around my age that lived nearby.

Now, this road and area was all part of the same farm. On this land, there was an old adobe structure that was said to be haunted, as well as my relatives’ small house. This side of the family grew Guayaba, a bittersweet fruit, and the other kids and I use to play for hours and hours on the trees. And, as I inevitably found some kids my age, this is what we did for the rest of the evening. It was around 7 when it was time for dinner. We ate and visited until night time had taken over. Most of my family went to bed, but I stayed up, enjoying the stars in the sky. I wasn’t very tired, after all. I don’t think I had burned all my energy just yet.

All the sudden, I got this strange sensation. It was like someone’s eyes were on me. Like someone I couldn’t see yet was watching me closely. Too closely. Something told me it was coming from that old adobe house. Maybe I was just reminded that the place was said to be haunted, so I assumed that’s where the feeling was coming from. Anyway, I climbed down the tree I was lying in and I began to walk over to the house. On the way there though, one of my family’s horses began to act erratic and panicky, as if it was searching for someone or something. All the while the horse was behaving odd, it would not stop looking at me. It was the strangest thing, and it creeped me out. I’d spent my whole life up to that point surrounded by animals, and not once did I ever see a horse behave this way.

By then, I lost a bit too much of my confidence to continue to the adobe house, so I walked back to my family’s place and decided to call it a night. Everyone else was asleep, so I crawled into a bed that I was sharing with my mother at the time as the house only had three rooms. There were eight people residing there that weekend, so a few of us had to be cramped together. I didn’t mind, though. The best place to be when you’re scared is by your mother, after all.

The room my mother and I were sleeping in was one of the few rooms with a window. This window was on a side of the house overlooking the farm, fields and nearby forest. It gives you something nice to view as you fall into a well needed rest. The window had an old aluminum frame for protection from the elements, and I should note that the farm itself did have a metal fence keeping the animals in, and maybe some animals out.

Eventually, I dozed off. Only to be suddenly jolted awake by the need to use the bathroom. So, in the dark and half asleep, I stumbled through the house trying to remember where my relatives’ bathroom was. Everything was pitch black though. It was hard to see anything beyond my own nose. It took me longer than I was comfortable with, but I did finally find the bathroom. I do my business, and directly after, I began to feel that same eerie sensation of something watching me. The same sensation when I was near the adobe house. I felt like I was being hunted. Chills ran up and down my back. Even inside the house surrounded by family, I was filled with dread by some unseen force.

This terrified me. I didn’t know what was happening. So, as fast as I could, I made my way back to the room, back to bed with my sleeping mother. But as soon as I made it back in the room, as the only source of light came from the moon and stars shining through the window, I could very clearly see something big standing just outside our bedroom window.

There they were – two of the biggest, most horrible looking red eyes I could have ever imagined. They were like portals to the underworld, eyes red like freshly drawn blood, red like carnage and hate. I couldn’t move – I was frozen to the spot, my eyes locked on this horrible creature that stood just outside the window. I couldn’t even force myself to scream. My breathing seemed to stutter as I tried desperately to draw my next breath.

Suddenly, the monster outside let out a slow, rumbling growl. It sounded like a large angry dog snarling while holding something between its teeth. At this point, I was shaking I was so scared. I don’t know how long I stood there just staring at this thing, but the hellish moment seemed to last forever. Sure enough, though, the creature breathed visible breath against the window before stepping hard away. I watched it walk off into the distance.

As soon as I was sure it was gone, I covered the window with a spare blanket and cowered helplessly next to my mother. I wanted to wake her, but I didn’t. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep one bit that night. The next day, I spent most of my time trying to convince myself that it was all just a nightmare. Even still, I hope beyond hope that what I saw was simply just a terrible, and very very realistic dream. But, I clearly remember waking up, I remember the urge to go to the bathroom and the difficulty finding it. And I clearly remember staying up all those long hours after seeing that beast at the window.

Later during the same weekend, several of the geese were found killed. I saw the aftermath of the attack – blood and feathers scattered around in a frenzy. I also saw the bodies of the geese. Each had two large puncture holes in their necks, and their bodies were light and hollow of blood. Better yet, on the very same trees we kids were just playing on the previous day, there were massive claw marks raking down their trunks several feet up. We even found feathers near part of the fence. The part of the fence closest to our bedroom window that night. And where the feathers were, the fence had been busted open.

Because of everything that happened, I developed a fear of the dark and had constant nightmares for several years. Can you imagine that? A kid who grew up on farms and in nature, without a worry in the world, never even giving the dark a second thought, now petrified at the thought of bed time and dark windows.

Even now, I sometimes have nightmares of vivid memories of the creature. I can still hear its growl, see its red, glaring eyes. The scar is so deep, now, as a 27 year old man, I sleep with covered windows with the lights on.

What I Saw on a Thursday Night

I should probably let you know that I live in a heavily populated area on the border of mexico.

I was born of two Nicaraguan Immigrants, who came to the United States both in the late 90s. Now, being born of migrants from a Central American country, I was bound to hear about folklore, and things of the such. One of these happened to be, the ‘Duende’. As a child, My parents warned me about this ‘thing’. If I was bad, or left from their sight, the ‘Duende’ would find me. I guess it was just some sort of scare tactic, things that parents do to make them obey you.

This happened several weeks ago, at 10 o’clock or so at night. I had recently taken a shower, and I ate my dinner. I came to my room, to finally get my rest for the next day, which was a school day. I’m a pretty tall, lanky guy, and my feet usually hang a bit off the end of me bed.

As per usual, I got to my room, and my cat ran in after. My cat had loved to sleep next to me, as I was a warm person to sleep next to. I had my phone near my bed, and I had taken it, to text a couple of friends before I fell asleep. I was texting a close friend of mine, and I heard my floorboard creaking.

If this had been earlier in the morning, or in the day, I would usually pass this off as my home being rickety. But, at night, I had a very paranoid instinct to notice everything, every little sound, and movement too.

I put my hand at my side, and I felt my cat’s scruffy back. I had turned off my phone, and drifted off quickly to sleep, as it was way past the time I would usually fall asleep at. The next moment, I quickly awoke to my cat hissing, and making the ‘Moww’ sound, the sound cats make when they’re disturbed, or see another cat. I felt my side, and felt it was now empty.

I had quickly taken my phone form my side, and proceded to turn the light on. What I saw next, I couldn’t really process at the time. As the light turned on, I could see my deep black cat’s fur, and near it, was a small figure, maybe a foot or so tall. I quickly scrambled up, and curled my knees up to my chest.

I felt cold sweat, and stayed awake for the rest of the night. As I felt the warm sunshine coming in from the window. This was Unusual, as my blinds were usually closed, but they were open, and as was one of my windows. I had gotten up, and closed the window. I left the blinds open, so I could see. I had slid on my clothes, and took my backpack, and left for school that morning.

I haven’t told anyone about this, mostly because I simply just can’t explain what I had seen that day. This might’ve been the ‘Duende’ my parents used to tell me about, but that just doesn’t seem sufficient.

Demon Baby in the Woods

This is not one if my stories but one of my dads. My dad’s family has a lot of ghost stories and this is one of the more memorable ones. My Dad was about 12 years old at the time, and he used to live in Mexico on a ranch. Whenever he had to go somewhere, the exit to the ranch took him past thick forests on either side and eventually a small, babbling stream.

He said that one day he and his friends where coming back from a party at around 2:00 in the morning. He was passing by a large bush, when out of nowhere he and his friends heard a baby screaming and whining. It sounded like something was tormenting a newborn. My dad and his friends did not expect this and were shocked. I mean, hearing a crying baby in the middle of the woods at night would be the last thing for anyone to expect. They assumed that a mother must have abandoned the child, simply leaving it in the forest to die.

As they walked closer and closer to the source of the noise, trying to find the child or whatever might be making those cries, the screaming started coming closer and closer to them. If this was a baby, it was coming closer. At this point, the group was scared and confused. They were either being stalked by a mother carrying her child, which made no sense, or this wasn’t a person or a baby at all.

They turned away from the sound and began to jog back to the ranch. Their jogging turned into a full fledged run as the crying and screaming somehow gained on them. Now, they knew this was impossible. No mother and child, let alone just a child, would be able to keep up with sprinting youths like this. The dreadful sounds seemed to be right behind them.

My father and his friends did not dare to turn and see what was pursuing them. Old legends tell of demons and creatures that hunt humans by mimicking the sounds of crying infants. All my father could believe now was that what they were hearing was a demon trying to lure them in, disguising its voice with a child’s cry. To look into these creatures eyes, you would be doomed. Soon, my father could see street lights in the distance. The road was finally near, so the group hit the ground harder, trying to outrun the impossibly fast thing behind them. As the road drew closer, the screaming died down. In moments, the crying was gone and they were back on the main road.

So using their last bit of energy they did not stop running until they reached my dad’s house. Once there, in terror, they screamed for my father’s mom. She did her best to comfort them, but it took them nearly the rest of the night to fall asleep, only to be confronted by nightmare after nightmare. Luckily for them, this never happened again. My dad still believes to this day that what they heard was a demon hunting them.

Scratches Outside

I’ve been living in Cornwall for just over 5 years now, I’ve learnt about loads of different spirits and monsters in Cornish folk-law. Well, I have unfortunately had a few experiences and actually have stories to tell.

About 4 years ago, I learnt about the ‘beast of Bodmin’. It is supposedly a large, black wild cat who lives on the Moors of Bodmin. It’s been said to have killed masses of live-stock in the early 1900’s and has turned it’s attention to people every once in awhile. I’ve always been interested in Cryptozoology, so this kind of thing really grabbed my attention and I started doing my own research. After some time, I kind of got bored of the idea when the sighting of this creature dried up, so I lost interest in it for quiet a long time. Well, that was until I went on a camping trip with my family and some friends,

I spent a couple of nights in an open field near the home of these family friends. It was very fun, and we all were having a really good time, we just relaxed and shared a few stories by the campfire and had a few drinks, that was until one of my friends (I’ll call him Charlie) started telling us about how some of the tree’s in the neighboring woods had large scratches up to 6 feet up the trunks. We all threw theories back and forth, that’s when Charlie brought up the beast of Bodmin. Being the scaredy cat I am, I decided to go off to bed and ignore the conversation taking place outside my tent.

The night was thankfully uneventful and we woke up early for a hike on the Moors. We had been given time to look around standing stones and some other landmarks, then Charlie took me and my family to a small woods. After about 10 minuets of walking we came to a group of trees, most of which had what I thought was claw marks. I knew what he was trying to show us, but both me and my younger brother (I’ll call him Ali) didn’t want to stay around for too long. I’ll be honest, I was scared. So, with much pushing, my mum, me and Ali left and started walking towards camp. The thought of having a huge man-eating beast practically next door to our camp gave me the chills and made me feel physically sick… I wanted to just go home.

On the last day of our camping trip, me and Ali decided we would stay together in the same tent. We were still really scared and didn’t want to sleep alone. We both lay down and were fast asleep in only a few minuets, my brother was only 8 or 9 at the time, but I felt a lot more comfortable knowing I had someone by my side. That feeling went away quite quickly. At about 2 in the morning I woke up needing the bathroom, so I made my way out of the tent, trying super hard not to wake Ali and did my business. To my surprise I saw the glare of eyes in the torch light, Me, being the idiot I am, thought it was my dog (Bella) and called her over. The low grumble that followed instantly made me shut up and reassess the situation. I realised after a moment I was looking at a large black shape, not a small white dog. I didn’t wait around to find out what it was going to do, I ran and jumped into the open tent and right on to my brother. I zipped up the tent and grabbed hold of a now really angry and sleepy eyed Ali. He later told me he had been trying to push me away and ask me what the hell I was doing, but I guess I wasn’t really listening. I spent about half an hour listening out for that noise again, but thank God, it never happened. Ali eventually fell back asleep, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to, not until I was safe back home. I’d never been so happy as to see the sun rise and hear my parents waking up.

The next morning, needless to say,I didn’t tell anyone… I knew that if they hadn’t seen what I’d seen then they wouldn’t have believed me. I didn’t even believe me, I still don’t sometimes. We got home, and I tossed away any thoughts of the camping trip, I didn’t want to remember it. I didn’t think I’d ever have to remember or think about that trip again until 3 nights after our return home.

I sat in bed watching an anime and having hot chocolate when I first heard it. The padding sound of something running back and fourth in front of my house. I tried to ignore it the first few nights, but then I realised, it can’t have been a dog or badger, It couldn’t have even been a fox. All these animals have non-retractable claws, which means I would have heard the sound of claws scraping on the road… But I didn’t, and it was far too big to have just been a cat. Just the heavy repetitive padding of paws brushing away stones and dirt. I told my mum and her partner, but they told me it’s probably just some farm dog, but I’d listened countless times to the noise, I knew the difference. I never brought up the courage to look outside and see what it was, but after a few weeks, it just stopped.

I still have no idea what it was to this day, nor will I claim it to be anything, but I know what I heard and saw. I’m not even 100% sure if its all connected. I’ll keep these events in mind when and if I ever go camping again… I really hope if anyone comes to Cornwall and goes camping here, keep these in mind too.

UK Dogman Encounter

First of all can I just say how much I love your channel and how much it has helped me come to terms with what I saw, it really helps to know that so many other people see these strange creatures and that I am not crazy.

A little background about myself before I get into my story, my name is Damon-Aston de’ Medici, I am a 23 Year old guy and from the West Midlands of England in the UK. Now, I don’t live far from a place called Cannock Chase, which is where my encounter took place.

It happened when I was 19 years of age, I had just completed a new album and, at that age and with any excuse, me and my friends, Peggy, Rosalind, my boyfriend James & his friends Francis & Aymon, took the opportunity to have a little private celebration in the Chase, we went to our local Off-licence, bought some booze, and off we went for an all nighter in the woods, as is the norm for teens.
We got to our usual spot around 10pm and got to drinking.

About an hour had passed, we were getting tipsy and having a good time, playing my new tunes from James’s Bluetooth speaker, when Peggy screamed, I was shocked and asked: “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!”

She said: “I swear I have just seen a bear by that log!”

Now, Peggy has always been a little ditsy and is often the butt end of our jokes with some of the things that she comes out with, so everyone just burst into laughter and Francis said: “You don’t get bears in England you div!”

Everyone laughed it off and got back to drinking, however I couldn’t help but think… I had heard of the Cannock Chase Werewolf before, I never believed in it mind you, men that turn into wolves? Come on, I wasn’t a kid, I just thought it was a folktale like the Lochness Monster or Bigfoot, but without thinking too much of it, I just registered the thought and carried on with the merriment. Peggy however couldn’t, she was jumpy and kept on looking around her into the woods.

An hour or so later I was a tad bit merry and it was also apparent that I needed a wee, so I went a little off into the woods to get some privacy, as I was doing my thing I heard leaves crackling in a footstep like fashion, I stopped myself; “Hello? Babe is that you?”

No reply, so I got back too it, just to hear that sound again, carrying on this time I called; “Guys if you’re trying to scare me, too bad, I’m too tipsy to care!”
I just finished up when I heard a deep, guttural growl emit from the darkness, I looked around, now quite frightened, but couldn’t see a thing, I quickly ran as fast as I could back to the others and into James’s arms.
“Woah, babe, what’s wrong?” he asked.

I told him what had happened and he just laughed at me; “Aww baby, had a bit too much to drink?”

I scowled; “Don’t be an arse, I’m serious.”

“It was probably just your imagination after too much to drink and Peggy’s eyes needing testing” he said as him, Francis & Aymon all started laughing.

“Fine, don’t believe me” I snapped, sitting on my log with obvious annoyance.

Rosalind sat next to me; “I know he’s being a prick but he’s probably right, it’s probably just the drink, that’s all.”

I know she was trying to be nice and comfort me, but I know what I heard. I know I didn’t imagine it.

I sat there for the next hour seething to myself, slowly sobering up, I was so mad that the only person who seemed to believe me was Peggy, and that my own boyfriend was just laughing at me with his mates, every now and then one of them would make a sarcky comment to take the mick and eventually I just snapped; “Do you know what James, piss off! You and your bleeding dick head little mates can take your sarcky comments and shove them up your arse!”

I got up and stormed off into the woods, James trying to call me back but ignoring him until he was out of ear shot.

I found a little spot a while a way, sat down, and started to cry, I was still a little tipsy, heightened emotions and all that, you know. But then through my tears I heard those footsteps again. I stopped myself and listened, they were getting closer, I looked around to the general direction I was hearing them from but couldn’t see anything, I slowly got up trying not to alert whatever it was to the fact I could hear it in case it was some knife wielding nutcase, I walked a little and realised that in my anger, I hadn’t taken note of the direction I’d come from…

“Oh shit!” I thought; “That barstard better be looking for me!”

I walked until I found a big tree that my whole body would fit behind and slipped in behind it, now being very scared, I heard the crunching of leaves get closer and closer, I stood there, shaking, thinking this is it, I’m about to be murdered by some weirdo creeping around the woods in the middle of the night, until I heard, like, well like a dog sniffing, right behind the tree! Sighing a massive breath of relief and thinking: “Oh thank Heavens for that, it’s just a lost pooch!” I turned around to see a MASSIVE, 8, 9, maybe even 10ft BEAST standing on it’s hind legs before me!

But in that split second I wasn’t scared, like as if some primal instinct held me for a second before logical thought kicked in, it was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. It was a sturdy looking beast, muscular, it had shaggy and matted, light brown & grey fur, a fluffy mane around it’s neck and like a German Shepherd’s shaggy tale, it’s face looked, well just like a Wolf, in fact, he (yes he, I noticed) kinda looked like my Siberian Husky, Snowy, at home, only his eyes were more of a golden yellowish colour than Snowy’s chocolate brown eyes, he was just gorgeous, I thought… Until rational thinking kicked in and I suddenly thought: “Bloody hell! I’ve gotta get out of here!”

I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction to the Beast, he seemed to give me a head start, then on all fours he got, and ran like the wind, taking no time to catch up to me, he pounced, slamming me to the floor, I felt a sharp pain in my elbow down to my fingers and I screamed. He turned me over and pinned me down, his weight was immense, I screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs for James but try as I might I could not move, he just had me pinned down looking at me, he got in my face and I closed my eyes thinking this was the end, but I just felt a tickle in my ear as he sniffed me, just like Snowy did at home, you know when your dog sniffs in your ears and tickles you with his whiskers? Well this enormous “Monster” was doing that, I was in shock, I thought he wanted to eat me, not play!

He stood up, still looking at me like his curious new toy, just then I heard James, Francis & Peggy; “Daye! Damon! You okay? Daye! What the bloody-?!”

The beast looked at them, gave me one last glance & then took off, fast as lightning into the night.

James ran to me, tears now streaming down his face; “Babe! You okay?! I’m so sorry baby, are you hurt?? I should never have let you go off like that!”

“I’m fine” I promised, “It, didn’t hurt me- ouch!”

I realised that in my fall I’d hurt my elbow, I later found out that this was a slight dislocation, but I knew that it was an accident, this animal had not tried to hurt me at all.

I had a lot of trouble coming to terms with it all, but simply because I wondered if I was going crazy! But if that were the case, were James, Francis & Peggy all crazy too? They had seen it. Then we found this whole community and have found much comfort in knowing we’re not alone, others have seen these magnificent creatures too, and we now feel validation in our experience.

I just want others to know that not all Dogmen, Werewolves, Lycans, whatever each person may call them, are vicious, blood thirsty Monsters, in fact I believe they are just another of Earth’s creatures trying to get by.

Thankyou for listening to my story, I hope others can take comfort in it as I have theirs.