By Michael L.
For anonymity reasons I will not be sharing mine or my friends names. Anyway, now with the story. It was me and my friends, lets just call them L, R, and F. We were all the same age at 14. We were biking in northern Minnesota on a trail in practically the middle of nowhere. Besides R’s cabin about 15 miles away from where we were biking. Now here’s something worth mentioning, Me and my friends are all over 6 feet 3 inches tall and very strong for our age.
We had been biking for maybe an hour now and the trail began to thin so we had to ride in line with each other. I was in the back of the line followed by L, F, and R. The trail was now so thin that we had to lift our legs off the pedals at certain points to avoid getting cut on sharp, jagged, dead branches. The trail began to dip down the mountain that R’s cabin was on and we were so caught up in the trail that we didn’t realize that we passed the 30 miles away from home flag pinned to a tree.That marker was the last marker of the trail. Read more “Dogman in the Woods”
This isn’t my story, but rather one told to me by a friend a couple of years ago. The event she related to me took place somewhere in the Northwestern United States – I’m from England, and my US geography isn’t great, so please forgive my vagueness in regards to the location.
Also, before beginning the story proper, I should probably provide a few details about the legend of the Wendigo, just in case anyone is unfamiliar. The Wendigo is a demonic half-human monster that appears in the mythology of some Algonquian peoples. It is thought to be born when a human resorts to cannibalism, and has 3 key traits (depending on what mythology you’re reading): 1) they eat human flesh, 2) they move very quickly, and 3) they can imitate voices in order to lure in prey. Read more “Wendigo in the Woods”
By Jack B.
The story you are about to hear is one of the scariest experiences of my life time and kept me from the water even though I know I will always be drawn back in.
I come from a town built on the beaches of lovely Lake Michigan and I have always had a passion for sailing so as you could expect I spent a lot of time on the water gliding up and down the coastline. On the Fourth of July it was a rather packed day at the beach with all the tourists In town for the holiday. Many parents and children lined the beach enjoying it happily but for me well that just sucked having to drag my boat the on little cart through the countless people trying to get a good seat for the fireworks later that night. Read more “The Deep”
This happened a few months ago while I was in Florida with a friend for his 19th birthday. Let’s get the people out of the way first. Let’s call the birthday boy Jerry. I was there with two other of my friends. We’ll call them Geoffand Q, That’s his nickname after all.
Any who. Jerry lived in a neighborhood close to a swamp, like the thing was almost right in his backyard. It’s just a very short walk and you’re there. Now that that’s out of the way. Now on to the scariest night of our lives. Read more “Alligator in the Swamp”
Let me start by saying I never saw anything, no glowing eyes, no suspicious silhouette. . . .just a Howling.
I live in Iowa, and while I was not born here I have now lived the majority of my life here. I live in a small but active town of around 10,000 or so people. We have shopping centers, tons of fast food chains and many other conveniences within walking distance. Read more “The Howl”