Wendigo in my Woods

By Xyrillx

This story takes place about one year ago when I was twelve. I was hiking on my mountain bike trails throughout my woods on a cloudy day. There was no rain and the humidity was low so it was perfect for hiking or even riding bikes. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon when everything started to go down hill. I had plenty of water in my sinch sac when I went out there at about 12:30. I see wildlife out there like you would in any woods or nature trail. When the woods start to get dark is when my dad stops working out there. At around 2:30 PM I’m heading back to the house in which my grandmother lives.

I get about a half mile away from my campsite and I hear a noise that sounded like a person walking on leaves, but I was the only person out there since my dad had sent me a text saying that he was packing up to go home. So I just ignored it an kept walking.


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By Famine52

Warning my tale includes religious themes that some people might find offensive. Let’s start off with a little background. I grew up in a so called catholic home. by that I mean that God was never talked about in the home and the only time I was at church was when I was forced to dress up and go to Easter Sunday services.

I quickly fell away from the faith that was getting shoved down my throat and started getting into the sciences and got to the point that I believed that I could explain away every thing that religious nuts Brought up to me with my knowledge of science. Anyway on to the story: the 3 main people in this story are of course me then there is my buddy (who for privacy reasons shall be referred to as buddy) and a Mutual friend known from here on out as J.


Flying Creature

By Vlad

Let me just say that some of the names have been changed for the american audience because those names dont exist in English.

It was 1998 i was just 7 years and my neighbour Sven was 6. We live in Serbia, Subotica, a town farthest north and closest to the Hungarian boarder. At that time Serbia was at war with Bosnia, Croatia and the NATO started bombing Serbia. We were just kids so war didnt really seem all that real to us and we had the advantage to not be bombed because of our town was so close to Hungary the couldnt risk a bomb falling in to Hungary. We just liked to play all day and to late at night.


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