Long Night?

It was different, really.  I never expected to actually live on my own.  It was a two story house.  My family nagged me for being a nineteen old woman on my own, but I found no issue with it. I enjoyed my solitude.

In this moment, I could only look about what was my room and the attic.  I was down stairs, sitting atop my bed when began to grow bored.

I decided to read.

Archeology kept me busy. The books I kept around were about history only. It was enough for me to never feel alone.

Before thinking to read, I rummaged through the internet to order some Chinese. I don’t know why I wanted it so badly, but I hadn’t eaten it for three years. I was vegetarian at the time, so I ordered white rice. It was simple, but I was craving it.

Afterwards, I made my way passed a few empty shelves in the hall, collections of Novels I’ve completed, and up the stairs.  There was another flight of stairs leading to a lone door at the top.  My intention was to grab a book and leave, but as I drew nearer, the air grew fresher.

“Shit.” I mumbled nervously.

I spent my time up there quite a bit, for I could see the light of a dancing flame underneath the door.  I had forgotten to blow it out.

I reached for the knob, twisted it, and opened the door.  At first, I looked past the bookshelf and towards the window.  The moonlight was peeking in, the back of the room dark, the window open, and– There wasn’t a sound in the world.

I attempted to step towards the shelf when I noticed white teeth behind a few scattered books on the shelf.  It was nearly empty, so seeing through it wasn’t too difficult.
I halted, narrowing my eyes to focus on the beast before screaming,


My plead was breathy.
I am not sure why I had spoken out, but I knew he had already spotted me, for he pushed the shelf over and charged me.  I began to flee.
I didn’t have time to react and shut the door.  The steps slowed me down, but I was still quick enough to make it to the bottom of the first flight of stairs.
I could hear him panting, and as I worked my way down the second flight, I looked back.
I don’t know what compelled me to do so, but one never knows until one is in such a situation, why.
One only wants to check the distance between themselves and their predator, and so I did.
When I checked, I missed a step, merely three steps away from the ground. It seized it’s opportunity and lunged forcing me onto my back, and I hit my head.

I winced.

The ringing in my ears was deafening. It muted the audible snarls as its chest pressed against mine.
My vision began to blur.  I was going to faint, but I wouldn’t allow myself. I peered up and focused.  As my vision cleared, I met bright honey brown eyes gazing into my own.  I began to tremble.  I felt so weak.


It had its humanoid hands about my wrist forcing me to the ground.  It straddled my hips with its legs, and when I turned to study something else, I caught a glimpse of its full form.
It had the head of a wolf, the torso of a man, and the hind legs of a humanoid beast.
It was clearly a male.  I couldn’t quite miss it.  As I further peered out of a sliding glass door in the kitchen, I could see our reflection.
He lifted his hand. Just as I thought he was going to strike, he turned my head towards it.  He forced me to meet his gaze.
It was a genuine touch, really.  However, I couldn’t stop shaking.
He had honey brown eyes. They were almost yellow, but still human. Then, came a knock at my door. He turned abruptly, his jawline sharp from beneath. I had completely forgotten about ordering food earlier. His dog like nose twitched as he began sniffing. I could feel he was tense, for his claws gripped my chin harder.

“Please, no…”

I wanted to warn the deliverer, but I couldn’t. When I spoke, the beast snapped his head back towards me. His pupils were blown as if he was disappointed.
The knock came again, and I spoke up.

“H-Hold on!”

He snarled his lips bearing his teeth. He was obviously angry. I spoke as loudly as possible, allowing my fear to be audible.
I was pondering admitting to the fact that I left the door unlocked, but I was terrified to wether or not he would snap my neck.
I didn’t have to make that decision, however. The beast withdrew from me, standing on his hind legs, and shook his fur. He made his way to the sliding door, pulling it open, and left.
I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath until I exhaled. I stood, knees shaking, and moved towards the door. When I answered, the deliverer cocked his head.

“Long night?” He asked.

I chuckled and responded. “Long night.”

I could see the beast in my peripheral vision. He was regressing into the tree line, still facing me.

The Werewolf of Houston

You have my permission to narrate my entire encounter. The author I corresponded with (mentioned below) is Linda Godfrey, and here’s a link to her post she made regarding the first half of my encounter

Houston, We’ve Got a Werewolf

Here’s my encounter-

I’ll start off with a little background. I’m currently 23, married with two daughters, not to mention my wife is pregnant. I’m a local truck driver in Houston, delivering lumber to mostly new residential construction sights. I’m 6 feet tall, between 180-190 pounds. I’m 3/4 white, 1/4 American Indian( I won’t name my tribe out of respect to my people). I’m the oldest of my great grandfathers 40+ great grand children which means I’ve learned all of our history, secrets and legends that only my tribe’s elders can tell you.


My experience was on the 20th of July in 2012. It was a Friday night. I was 19 at the time, and didn’t have many responsibilities other than delivering pizza part time, so naturally being a teenager I was out with friends at a house party in old Katy (a suburb west of Houston, Tx)

My friends and I experimented with both marijuana and alcohol, but we were always “responsible” enough to make sure one of us stayed sober to be the designated driver. That particular night was my turn to be the sober one. My friend Brennan had gotten well past drunk and once he was starting to behave reckless I decided it was time to leave the party and take him home. He didn’t want me to take him home, so instead he asked me to drive him to one of his friends houses that I’m not familiar with. This friend, who I only remember as Joey, lived on the far west outskirts of Katy.

I took a road called Morton Rd to get there. We rode with the driver and passenger windows down so Brennan could get some fresh air. The street is one turn Off of Morton, called Bartlett (my sense of direction is fairly superior; I’ve delivered pizzas all throughout Katy, and have since become a local truck driver in Houston) Bartlett had 3 or 4 house on the right side, and on the west side was a fairly large forest area (maybe 40 or so acres) and dead ends just past the last house.

I had noticed the moon was full before I even went out that night, and vaguely noted it as I got to Joey’s house, the second house on the right and parked my car on the left side of the road, closest to the trees. I helped Brennan get out of my car and walked him to the porch, Joey came out and thanked me for dropping him off and we said goodbye.

I decided to smoke a cigarette before I left the road. At the time, I shared my car with my dad and his number one rule was to not smoke in his car. After lighting my cigarette it didn’t take long to notice that the road was eerily silent. I assume I didn’t notice before as I was helping my noisy drunk friend get inside the house. Maybe three drags into my cigarette I heard heavy footsteps going across the gravel maybe 100 feet in front of me. I was alarmed at the sound they made, similar to the sound of pulling something metal against concrete.

Just so we’re clear-my fears have always been werewolves.I’ve always been into horror movies, I love scaring myself but the only monster to pop up in my dreams have been werewolves. Here I am, alone, standing on a dark road under a full moon and I hear something BIG walking too close for comfort in front of me, I didn’t hesitate to throw down my cigarette and get into my car. I told myself as I was getting in that I wouldn’t turn on my headlights so I wouldn’t have to see what was in front of me, and simply reverse my way back onto Morton Rd and get the hell out of there. Unfortunately for me, my car had automatic lights that turned on as soon as I started the car, a fact that I was aware of but in my panic seemed to ignore.

Immediately in front of me about a hundred feet as I had guessed was a 6 and a half to 7 foot beast, on two legs. It was covered in black fur, with the body of a gym addicted man and the head of what I guess could be similar to a German shepherd or a black wolf. It had human like feet covered in the dark fur as well with large claws sticking out about two inches, and it held its left hand out the same way a human would reaching for something in front him/her. I noticed that the fingers ended in large claws as well. While this was enough to cause my jaw to drop, what got me the most was that it was wearing torn blue jeans that seemed too tight and unnaturally torn, and an open flannel blue shirt that was ripped at its bulky shoulders.

It looked my way when the lights revealed it and glared at me with narrowed yellow eyes barring it’s large fangs. My windows were still down and I hadn’t touched my radio so I had no trouble hearing the loud growl it let out. It then turned its head to the forest, dropped on all fours and ran out of my sight into the trees.

All of this took place in about 20 seconds, but it felt like hours. At this point I literally had tears in my eyes but didn’t hesitate for one second longer to shove my car in reverse and put the gas pedal to the metal. I heard loud growling and grunting as I was leaving. I reversed onto Morton Rd and went 80-90 miles an hour down the streets leading back to Katy and didn’t slow down till I was on interstate 10. While still on Morton Rd I kept my eyes in front of me and sobbed the whole time because I had never been so scared in my life. I can swear that the look I got from this creature was communicating to me that I had no business seeing him and that he wanted me gone. The look reminded me of criminals on tv being caught in their wrongdoings and wanting to cause harm to those who witnessed it.

I got home, ran inside and called my Scottish terrier into my room and didn’t sleep till the sun was up.

To this day I’ve never had a desire, nor the nerve to go back to that part of Morton Rd. I obsessed over the idea that I had seen a werewolf and researched werewolf sightings on google and was intrigued by the beast of bray Rd and Michigan dogman sightings and everything else that came up. I was disappointed to see that nothing i found on the web was precisely what I saw…while the beasts others have encountered seemed similar, none were spotted wearing clothes. I told my mother and father what I had seen, and while my mother could tell I was being genuine, my father was more interested in me driving that far from home without letting him know so I stopped talking about it. Of the 7 people outside of my family I’ve told, only my now wife and one friend seemed to believe me, most laughing and asking stupid questions such as “did you ask the werewolf if he got the vampires yet?” And similar things like that.

It wasn’t hard to notice that my story sounds far fetched, especially considering the fact that I couldn’t find any other reported sightings near the Houston area, nor much in Texas recently either. I never submitted my encounter online because I was scared of being ridiculed, or to be honest scared that if I did say my story that somehow the creature would find out and hunt me down…I’m honestly positive I’ll never stop being haunted by the memory of this creature, it’s just too vivid and too frightening to put out of my mind.

I also never told Brennan, the friend I dropped off there that night, what I saw. In fact, I didn’t see him again for two years until accidentally bumping into him at a gas station in south Katy.

My grandmother took an interest in my encounter and told me the legend of our tribe’s “Skinwalkers and the cursed enemies” which is very interesting and very disturbing. I’m not able to give much detail out of respect to my tribe, but I’ll say this. Our skinwalkers are very different than the Navajo tribe’s tales. They would transform into either bears or wolves when wars would breakout. Once the leader of their enemies were caught, the Skin-wolf (our nickname) would bite and infect them, damning them to become a half wolf monster on the full moon, similar to most werewolf legends. Our ancestors spirits are most powerful and prominent during the full moon, and it is them who would force our enemies into their transformation. The curse would be passed down for every eldest male of each new generation of the cursed enemy’s descendants. I normally would call all of this bullshit or just a scary story but after the night of my sighting and what followed 4 years later, let’s just say I’ve opened my mind.

Last summer, 2016, my mom and fiancé (now wife) went shopping at Barnes and Noble and noticed A book by an author who was a cryptozoologist and who I followed on social media in case of hearing anything similar to my experience and thought I’d like it. I couldn’t put it down and after reading a chapter where a woman in Tennessee saw a clothed creature, I decided that after four years of hesitating it was time to write to her. She believed my story and told me about a lot of people reporting things similar to mine, and I let her in on my tribes legends to give both of us an angle we hadn’t considered as far as learning what this creature is. It’s been months since our conversations and since she posted my story, so she has no idea what came next.

My horror wasn’t over.

In September 2016, I was delivering lumber to a new neighborhood in Katy, right near that goddamn Bartlett Road. The way it’s set up is you’ve got Avenue D and Bartlett Rd (the road of my encounter) running parallel to each other, with Franz Rd cut off connecting them in between, which is where I was on route to a new developing neighborhood and blew out my tire. My work truck doesn’t come with a spare so I had to call my boss to send a service truck out to replace my tire. All I could do was wait. I smoked about 3 cigarettes, listened to horror stories on YouTube, and started working on lyrics (I’m also a songwriter) when a truck came down the darkening road. I assumed it was the tire guy but the truck was an old and beat up, probably a 98 model Ford F-150. Red with a single cab. The truck slowed as it came by my truck, and he rolled his window down. I didn’t pay much attention to him but I looked up in his direction. His face was hidden but in a rougher, quiet voice he asked

“Hey bud, is everything alright, anything I can help you with?”

Me “no thanks sir, I got a service truck due here about 5 minutes from now to fix my tire. I really appreciate your concern and courtesy though, thank you again.”

The man then turned his head sharply towards me, and sniffed the air, then smiled, revealing VERY yellow teeth, with canines that honestly looked like fangs of a vampire. What freaked me out the most was that the son of a bitch was wearing a blue flannel shirt with patches on the shoulders. The werewolf I saw had a torn blue flannel shirt on…and I don’t believe in coincidence, not after everything I’ve seen.

My eyes were widened in shock, and his smile grew more sinister as he says

“I remember you…”

“Wh..what?” I stammered.

“I REMEMBER YOU,” he growled loudly in a demonic sounding voice and his eyes, I shit you not, turned yellow.

The tire truck came down the road at that moment and the man looked annoyed but still very satisfied with himself. He looked at me, his eyes normal and his teeth just yellow but not sharp, and said

“See you around, Blake”

I almost pissed myself right then and there hearing him say my name.

“Fuck you, you fucking monster,” I breathed barely audible to myself but he was already pulling away. I got his license plate but didn’t call in, I mean what the hell do i say to the cops?

“Uh yeah this dude just drove by and freaked me out I think he’s a werewolf cause he has a shirt the same as the one I saw 4 years ago”

it just wasn’t an option.

I haven’t seen the man since then and still refuse to go out on the night of the full moon. It’s just not worth the risk to me. I know most people won’t believe me, but I honestly couldn’t care less if you do or not. I know what I saw, and I’m not crazy. The stuff of legends isn’t just legends. This all has proved to me that the world we know is full of things we can never possibly understand. My advice to you is to not put yourself in situations that would be bad in a horror movie. I was the lucky survivor. You just might be the first unlucky victim of the never ending hunger and rage of the beast.


The Rougarou

My mom told me this story.

so basically let me tell you a bit about where this took a place. It took place in a VERY small town in Canada. It was at night, and it was in the 90’s?

So one night a married young women asked her husband to go, and get something for supper. So the man walked to the grocery store, in the neighbouring town. Half an hour later and the husband was still not back. So the women went out, and went to find her husband.

When she was halfway to the other town, she heard rustling in the bushes behind her up the hill. She brushed it off as just animals as animals became active at night. That’s when she heard growling, and before she could run the animal had attacked her. She got a look at it since the moon was full,  and light came off. It was a large werewolf looking animal. It had brown fur, large teeth, and it attacked her legs. She kicked it on the face, and got it right in the face. It had a wicked scratch. So when the wife got away, the animal followed her. It was on all twos at first, until it got onto all fours running faster than an average wolf.

All of a sudden lights came, and the animal vanished. Luckily it was her neighbour. So when she got into the car, she told her everything.

When she got home, her husband was sitting down. He had a wicked scratch on his face. How did he get home so quick, and how did he get that? Was HE the rougarou?

Werewolf at the Window

By Michy Ashe

This happened way back to when i was 12 years old. I was in seventh grade that time it was a friday night, a cold night. I had decided to read a fanfiction on my schools ipad for a relaxing time. I was reading a good book when from the corner of my eyes, there were two red eyes staring back at me. I turned to look at them, they were still there..gazing at me..

i stood in my bed motionless and with my mouth wide-open. The creature seemed to have two pointed ears and a dog-like shape as it still stared at me. I was about to scream but,nothing came out.. i still looked at the creature as it left running away..

i never saw it again but,after a few months, there was police in my backyard and neighbors.. they said that something had jumped the fences. I thought about it for a moment but looked outside my window. It was now day,but from the corner of my eyes i saw something jump the right direction from my fence..

i told my father, who then told the police.. i still remember how shocked i was..i had told my mother,but she had not believed me.. i tried my sisters as well..they dont believe. Another day after, it was a full moon, i started hearing howls from a bit far in my neighborhood.

The howling then had become deeper in tone, i could tell it was not a dog.. and wolves werent allowed in houses.. it was very strange, but mostly worse was, there was rustling in my backyard tree. My room was in the second floor but, i saw something moving the tree. “Is someone there?” I tried to ask.

There was no answer. I checked in my dogs who were in the house. They barked and barked near the tree. I could never find what it was but, i knew that the werewolf had returned.