I’ve always been the paranoid type, if I heard a noise in the dark id jump to the conclusion that it was something that was here to hurt me. but what I experienced on June 17th 2017 will never leave my memory. i’ve never done drugs or had any type of alcohol and continue to keep it that way but me and my 2 brothers and parents all decided to move away from our old town after my uncle had died just to start a new.
We had found a nice 5 bedroom house that would fit all of us, it was surrounded by woods and was always quiet the nearest neighbor was about 90 meters away, the second week of us moving me and my bigger brother Brandon decided to go to a creek that we had found the first day of us moving in, we followed the path that we had made from prior visits into these woods and reached the creek
It was a nice little creek occasionally you could see some fish swim by but not today, The creek didn’t seem right it was quiet no birds chirping nothing just the sound of the water calmly flowing, I could tell my brother was getting scared as was I so I suggested we leave but him the big brother who was never scared he said that we should stay a while but I sure as hell didn’t want too
It had been only a couple of minutes when we started so smell something awful imagine rotten meat had been left out in the heat and sprayed by a skunk and you might have what it smelled like, we started to get sketched out and finally decided to leave we started to head down the trail when by brother stopped to pee he walked no more that 10 meters behind a bush to take care of his business when I heard a scratching sound behind me I turned to see what was making this strange noise and I was met with the most terrifying thing I had ever seen before.
A tall almost 10 foot figure stood behind a tree about 5 meters away from me, poking half of its body from the tree looking at me, it had pale white skin with patches of fur scattered over its body and larger antlers on a head that looked almost like a deer skull but the thing that scared me the most was it was whispering my name ‘justin’ it kept repeating my name I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed before my brother ran to my side but when he seen the thing he just grabbed my arm and started running and we never looked back.
We slammed open the door to our house screaming and babbling our parents rushed over to us and asked what was wrong I was trying it explain what happened but I was no good and my brother was just quiet and was just staring out of the living room window, my parents checked what he was looking at and could finally figure out what happened instead of grabbing the shotgun we had next to the fire place my dad said to run to the car and we left as fast as we can.
Sense that encounter we had called the police and the didn’t seem like they thought we were crazy they actually believed us and did a scan of those woods but nothing was uncovered we never moved out of that house and Ive never even touched a tree belonging to those woods sense, I made friends at my new local a few months later and told them this story and the didn’t seem to have a clue about what it was until I asked my best friend Adam and he said one word “wendigo”