The Creepy Man.

I am a 20 year old female and I live in Michigan I was 16 years old when these events happened. I am a huge athletic nerd and I go hiking every day unless I feel lazy. I picked the wrong day to go one day and I met and experienced something I will not want to experience again.

I drove to the hiking trail I go to just about every time I go hiking and this day I saw a creepy guy to look like he would be in his 30’s but me being as stubborn and hardheaded as I was back then I ignored my gut and went and started jogging on the trail.

I took a short glance at him and started going onto the trail and I got 200-300 yards away from the entrance and took a short break until I heard a scream from what sounded like a man and look down the path which made my heart drop. I saw the guy running straight toward me as my adrenaline rushed into me I started to run as fast as I can.

This guy was running so fast he was catching up with me and I was a really fast runner. This guy ran like he had taken 2 shots of steroids as I started to cry and panic I took a sharp turn into the woods and started to run back to the parking lot area.

I kept hearing his footsteps not to far behind me once again as I kept running the footsteps started to go slower as I was getting closer and closer to the parking lot. Atlast I made it to the parking lot and cried tears of joy as I took out my cellphone and called the cops. Not so long after they arrived and searched and found the man. He was a homeless 37 year old guy and they said they found a butcher knife in one his coat pockets. Till this day I am glad I did rotc throughout high school or else I he would of had an energy advantage against me. The creepy maniac homeless guy Lets Not Meet Ever Again.

What We Encountered in the Woods

I lived in Tennessee and was a big fan of camping and hiking. In 2006, me, my girlfriend, my cousin and four other friends had gone on a hiking trip. My girlfriend’s uncle had a rather large property he sometimes allowed people to stay at. In one remote corner of this land he even had a remote cabin he would rent out occasionally and this property was connected to a “no man’s land” as some people called it. You could go out there, as some of us had before and not see another sign of people.

We intended to rough it along the back trails with the intention to camp overnight. After a long hike, it got dark so we built a fire, set up our small tents, had a couple of beers, cooked a few hot dogs over the flames. It was pleasantly uneventful until near midnight. We had been telling stories when suddenly, my cousin started looking off into the dark and began trying to shush us.

After a few seconds of quiet I started to ask what was happening when he bluntly told me hush up. “I’m hearing like, voices out there. I think.”

We all stayed quiet for the next minute, my cousin swearing he heard a voice or voices calling out there past the treeline in the distance. Soon, we started catching what sounded like the faintest yell, that we couldn’t quite make out, and a few of us started yelling out to whoever was out there in the dark, trying to get a response. We thought maybe someone was lost.

“HELLO! IS SOMEBODY THERE? ARE YOU LOST?” my girlfriend yelled, joined in by one of my friends, shouting through his cupped hands: “Heeeelllooooo!! Over heeeeeeeerre!”

All we heard in reply was what sounded like the muffled voices of two people, as if they were calling from a great distance, but it sounded like there was somebody moving around just on the far side of the nearby treeline and they couldn’t have been greater than 100 yards away. More echoing shouts came from that area but were still indiscernible. It sounded like two people shouting at the same time.

Increasingly I became nervous, wondering who was moving around there, imagining backwoods creeps playing games with their victims. Here, at midnight, something was wrong I felt. For a short while we heard nothing. One of my friends went to his gear and retrieved the old Ruger Bearcat .22 revolver that his father given to him as a gift. “If someone wants to rush our camp, I’d like for us to be ready.” I nodded, feeling on edge.

“Hey, do you need help?” my cousin shouted again. In response came two voices shouting vaguely again, still sounding as distant as before. Before, they hand sounded like someone shouting words, even if we couldn’t quite make it them. Now, the shouts were loud and garbled, wordless shouts and baying noises. Someone was moving around out there. My girlfriend said what I was thinking, quietly “Who are these people, why are they here, messing around somebody’s camp, now?”

For the next half hour there was silence besides the fire and the nightlife. We sat on guard around our fire, straining to listen and during that stretch we heard no more shouting or footfalls. Resolving to put a .22 round in anybody that came barging into our circle.

Several minutes later we heard what sounded like people moving about only a short distance past the light cast by our fire, footfalls and the crackle of branches and leaves. Like somebody was staggering about at a brisk speed. A couple of us expected someone to step in to the light but nobody did. Suddenly it stopped. Not another voice was heard. No footfalls or crunching of grass or branches were heard which would indicate that whoever these people were had stepped towards our camp or departed in the opposite way.

All of us were nervous, especially with how the sounds of footsteps had just stopped instead of moving away. Certain that somebody was just watching us from off a ways and waiting for us to fall asleep, we managed to organize ourselves to sleep in shifts, at least two people to stay awake while the others slept in our tents. Wasn’t easy, especially with an odd numbered group but the rest of the night passed without incident.

In the morning, we gathered our gear and decided to leave, the appeal of being out in the woods having vanished in the night. What disturbed me was how far off the voices had sounded yet how closely the movements had come near us, and how they had disappeared. I was certain this was not just some people deciding to prank some campers or sneaking backwoodsmen having a good laugh.

Stalked by a Werewolf while on drugs: Update

(This is not part of the story, this is for whatever website moderator is reading this submission, so please remove this paragraph if you decide to use this story. I used a throwaway email to submit the original story with and i dont remember what it was. I cannot prove that i am the author of that story, but hopefully by stating that the story was submitted at some point in late January / early February, that might be enough proof that i submitted the story [as it was not uploaded until March]. Also i hope that you can see certain similarities in my writing style as further proof that it was i who submitted the original story. I will submit this update anyway, with the hopes that it will at least be uploaded to the website as i completely understand that this might not be suitable for the channel as it is not actually a story. Oh, and thanks for uploading my original story.)

This is an update to a story i submitted earlier on in the year, titled “Stalked by a Werewolf while on drugs”.

So a few months ago i submitted my story to This update is just to respond to a few comments from some people who are skeptical about my story.

The biggest criticism of my post was the fact that i was on drugs at the time, but i can easily explain how my story is still credible despite this. The drugs i were taking was MDMA. It is not a hallucinogenic drug like other drugs such as LSD and i, personally, have never experienced any strong hallucinations while taking it. I have taken hallucinogenic drugs like LSD and shrooms and the hallucinations i experienced were nothing like i saw on that night. Drug hallucinations aren’t detailed or cohesive, they are similar to a dream (where everything you experience completely lacks in detail because your brain cannot create that many fake details at once), whereas what i experienced was vivid and detailed. I still strongly remember every detail the beast: from its thick, black fur to its broad chest and its arms that were muscular at the biceps, but thin and scrawny at the forearm. What i saw was 100% real, whether i was on drugs or not.



Navajo Skinwalker in Colorado

My story begins in Colorado. I was 14 years old at the time. My family was taking a trip to visit my grandmother, who lives deep in the country. We were planning to stay over a few nights and enjoy the peace and quiet of the country. I’ve always been more of an in-doorsy person, but I did love taking a nice hike through the woods from time to time.

The highway drive was long and uneventful, but once we finally got there, I was super excited. After all, I had my own room in the beautiful cabin my grandmother lived in, with an amazing view of the lake and forest surrounding the property. I exchanged greetings with her, and, after a few minutes of idle conversation, headed to my room. I pulled out my laptop and began to get setup for a quality gaming session when I first heard the howling.

It sounded like a wolf’s cry, but slower, almost distorted. Like, if you recorded the howl, played it back at half the speed, and lowered the pitch. It was creepy, but, having little to no experience living in the country, I brushed it off, mentally categorizing it as a different animal.

Soon, the sun began to set, and I was indeed tired, partly to the long car ride. I began to get settled into bed, and, despite the thick comfortor, something didn’t feel right. It’s a feeling hard to describe – like something was misplaced, or missing. I didn’t know what it was, but I brushed it off, telling myself it was just weird to sleep in an unfamiliar place, and eventually I drifted off.

I woke up around 10 in the morning, feeling well rested. Looking through my window, I could see it had gotten foggy, as there were billowing clouds of mist drifting through the trees. It was raining too, and heavily, as it was hard to see through the windows due to the excessive amount of water droplets. I threw on some pajamas and went to grab some breakfast. When I walked in. there was a note on the kitchen table. According to it, my family left the house to grab some medication for my grandma, and they’d be back in a couple hours.

Eating my frosted flakes, I was sitting on the comfortable couch directly under the living room window, watching the rain and fog. Then, I heard that eerie howl. Again!. It was slow, and thick, almost sounding deliberate. As that happened, I just noticed a figure creep forward in the fog. Of course, foggy weather in the country can be extremely thick, and I couldn’t see anything over 5 feet from the window. I could barely make it out, but it looked like a wolf. Almost. The feeling that something was wrong, very, very wrong with the animal hit me. Then, the realization. The creature was standing on its back legs. It’s back legs. I was shocked, confused. When I finally could think clearly, I looked at the creature in more detail. Its legs were twisted, bent in weird ways. Almost like it was hit by a car. Of course, up here by the cabin, the closest road that’s often used is a good mile away.

As I looked on, in horror, the creature spun around, and, on its two hind legs, sprinted. Straight up sprinted, dissappearing instantly into the thick fog clouds. As it turned around, though, I could see it had no tail. Literally, no tail. Like it was ripped off. I instantly ran back to my room, shut and locked the door, and hopped on my laptop, trying to forget the horrific sight I just saw.

When my family finally got back, around 3, I waited till my parents were out of the room to tell my grandma. My parents wouldn’t believe me, anyways. I knew she was native american, but not that she was Navajo. She told me that what she believed I saw was a Skinwalker. Supposedly, it’s a shapeshifting spirit, or witch, that takes the form of animals in order to harm people, however, it can never perfectly replicate the animal it takes the form of.

When we left, 3 days later, I was happy to get out of those woods. After researching the legend of the Skinwalker further, I honestly believe that that is what I saw. So, to all those listening, be careful when you go deep into the countryside of Colorado. If I met that creature when I was outside the cabin, I may not have  been here to tell this story.