Haunted Forest Story

Hey there Dark Daddy, I new at this and have been wanting to submit stories from my life for along time. Many of which I will keep to myself, as I am currently putting them into a paranormal comic book. For the record, I am a 27 year old mom. This story is one of my earliest memories that string together the paranormal happenings inmy life. Your video wanted a haunted forest story, and I have one for you.

I was very young, probably six or seven, but maybe as young as 5. I have always lived in Southeast Michigan and everyone here camps, we headed four hours north- the exact area I don’t remember and was too young to care. It was my Aunt’s cabin. An aunt that I had an intimate connection with. My mother’s family comes in two forms, extreme Baptists, and witches. Yeah. I know. Witchcraft is a path that runs in our family and I talked to my Witchy Aunts about scary things I didn’t understand. This is important later. The ride felt like an eternity, with my four siblings, my mother, and my one aunts family in the next car. It was nighttime when we finally got there. I remember us driving slowly up a paved road, you gotta drive slow at certain times of night because deer are everywhere. We round a corner and staring at us, unmoving, is a massive buck. My brothers marvel at it, saying how tasty an eight point buck would be. I stare at this animal, it didn’t look.. ¬†Right. I felt like crying. I’ve seen deer, many times, at this age. I felt, disturbed. His eyes weren’t right and his mouth hung slightly agape. It was odd behaviour. We drove around it, but I couldn’t stop staring. The gaze of this animal followed my eyes as we passed by. I stared, afraid and accusingly, like I felt its existence was a lie. The buck smiled at me. The corners of its mouth curling unnaturally around its face. Not something a deer does. I felt horrified, yet validated. I was an old child, already seeing too much of human beings, and so exposed to the horrors of nature. I felt heat releasing from my body, and my soul screaming at it, telling it to GET BACK. The encounter beginning to end was was only about two minutes, but we all know how time has the sadistic tendency to slow itself and prolong our fear in moments like these. I wish that was the end of it.

We all slept in the living room, exhausted in our sleeping bags. The cabin was freaking awesome. Two stories, small, but the layout was super neat. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I remember sitting up amongst the sleeping bodies and in the darkness, it stared back. A black mass towering outside the large windows of the cabin, staring me down, watching my entire family sleeping in the living room. It was very human, but I remember being confused by its long forearms. It was so dark from it being cloudy I couldn’t make anything out. I was already on edge from seeing that odd buck. It wasn’t until decades later that I would connect the dots between the odd buck and this humanoid figure. I felt more empowered, it was less scary to confront a strange man than a smiling buck. A single pane of glass was separating us. With one throw of its body, it could break it and get us. The fact we had ten people versus one black shadow man didn’t factor into my judgement. I felt my family was in danger. I felt angry, I wasn’t sure why. But in my fear I whispered harshly “Get. Back. STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY.”

And, like the kid I was, ran to the bathroom and stayed there. I know my behaviour doesn’t make sense, but I was six years old. I did my business quickly and stood at the sink thinking of what to do. I looked for a weapon, but not a real weapon, i told myself, because i could get in trouble. I took a nail file and eventually left the bathroom, creeping along the floor and pressed against furniture.

I was gunna fight em. Whatever it was. I was gunba fight him. There was no shadows at the window.

The air was buzzing, I felt the shadowman was still there. Somewhere, watching.

Sleep took me eventually. The morning I woke up everyone had already been awake. My older cousin gave me a bowl of cinnamon cereal. I told him. “I saw a shadowman outside the window last night.” He hesitated, uncomfortable before he smiled and said. “Didja flip him off?” I laughed and said no. He looked and me and smiled telling me quietly “Remember what my mom says? Don’t tell people stuff like that, it scares them. Don’t tell Cate.” My sister cate was two years older but didn’t have the same problems I had. I should add I am the youngest of a large family.

The day goes on and we play and scream and run around in the woods near the cabin. Two neighbour kids in the cabin down the road joined us. The cabins are very spaced apart. Our cabin had a shed thirty feet from it. The area was fairly open and the adults were building a fire as the younger ones acted like kids and had a contest to see who could find the vest stick and had swordfights.we ran back and forth across the dirt road, playing in puddles and being our age. I remember seeing my aunt near the fire pit behind the cabin, being the whimisical woman she was, she struggled with a lighter. It wouldn’t light. My siblings and cousins weren’t around but I could hear their yelling and laughing. My aunt looked around, snapped her fingers and make the flame on the lighter jump to life. I giggled, peering at her like a guilty pixie from the side of the cabin. She told me to shut up and go play.

I looked past her and saw my sister standing near the shed. I ran toward her, and she turned and bolted, I picked up the pace thinking it was a game of “keep away from the obnoxious little sister” Cate’s favourite game at that age. When I rounded the corner of the shed. No one was there.

There was so many trees, I knew she was hiding behind one of them. I called out LOUDLY to her. “YOU CALL ME CHUBBY BUT YOURE THE UGLY ONE.”

 

Sisters.

Nothing stirred.

“Cate?” I called out. She liked to scare me. So I walked around to peer around trees. I kid you not, I only took a few steps, and looked around then the shed and cabin was gone.

I stopped and turned, keeping my feet planted. Michigan has a lot of forested areas and parks, and I’ve gotten lost before, so I kept my feet planted so I know the direction I came from as to not get turned around.

I turned my body to face the direction I knew I came from. Did I wall further than I thought? I was shook. No way I ventured so far from the shed. I walked in the direction I came. No shed between the tress.

I felt panic. If I was lost, I know my sister was lost. The sun was high in the sky. I knew I was going to be fine, I was good at getting myself out of situations like this. I absorbed a lot of skills from my siblings, so I was a street wise kid. I saw a large, knobby tree, the kind that come alive in cartoons. The curves in it reminded my of the tree from disney’s Pocahontas. I hugged the tree. Tree hugging was a thing I did. Oddly enough my niece did it wheb she was toddler, and my daughter hugs trees and talks to them. This wasn’t a behaviour any of us were taught. Its was just something I did. I believed trees had feelings.

“Shh.” A whisper came from my left. I froze. I remember seeing a yellow haze drifting between the trees. I wasn’t afraid of it, just perplexed. “I think I’m lost.” I said out loud. No one was there. I didn’t know why I spoke outloud or to whom, the haze got larger. I hugged the tree next to me.

“HEY!” A loud male voice yelled. A tall man in ripped denim stood fifteen feet away. I became afraid. I couldn’t speak. I don’t know why.

I stared at him.

“HEY!” the voice came again. My eyes widened. I heard a voice, but the man’s lips were not moving.

“Come here.” The voice had more malice.

“No..” I whispered quietly. I knew he wasn’t someone I should listen to. Something was wrong. My stomach was churning. I felt myself sweat.

“COME. HERE.”

I clenched my eyes shut. I felt a voice inside me say “You’re in danger.”

“NO. Go away. You can’t hurt me.”

I open my eyes and see the manmoving towards me. But, he isn’t walking like a person. He’s lurching, with one arm tucked to his side. His cheek bones are uneven, the skin is warped. He isn’t a real person. I back up and turn my head. The golden fog brushed againat my skin. It felt comforting even in this odd moment. I was full of fear yet knowing i was goimg to be ok. When I look back, he was gone. This intensified my fear, it rose instantly and gripped my throat. If I could see him, I knew which way to run- away from him. I started screaming. Just screaming and making as much noise as I could. I felt a tug in a direction, like an instinct.

I moved in that direction continuing to scream. I knew my voice would carry and alert someone. I ran for what felt like forever. Finally I bumped into the neighbour his face was distorted with concern. My mom was right behind him.

I was bombarded with questions. I was two miles from the cabin. Two miles? My adult brain is wracked by the fact. I took only a few steps from the shed, and somehow ended up two miles from the cabin. I told my mother I was following cate into the woods. She stared at me, confused. You didn’t follow anybody, cate was across the street with the other kids.

I was bawling. That was impossible. I saw my sister run behind the shed and followed her.

My aunt looked at me concerned. “They tried to take her away.” She said to my mom knowingly. My mother hissed something nasty for her to be quiet. “Nobody is trying to take you away. Why did you wander off by yourself?”

I didn’t answer my mom. I shouldn’t tell people things like that. About the man that wasn’t a real man. Things like that scare people.

As an adult, knowing what I know now. I think I encountered a skinwalker. I believe the buck, the shadow, and the thing pretending to be a man were the same entity. I also wonder about the kind voices and gold fog, I believe there was a forest spirit guarding me. I know stories of skinwalkers they don’t just disappear like that, they are persistent. Before we left the cabin. A large black dog stared at me from the woods. It had wolf-like featured and golden yellow eyes. I didn’t feel afraid. I remember smiling at it from the car and waved. I felt thankful. I still feel thankful. I never went to that cabin again. But I have seen that wolfdog spirit since this experience. My aunt tells me it’s a guardian spirit. We have them protect us from malicious entities. Damn, I am so grateful for that.

Forest Howl

Me and my family went to our family cabin for Spring Break, this year. This cabin is on top of a hill in Indiana, with lots of forest around. I’ve always been fascinated by the creatures I find, like snails and bats flying above head. This year, it was too cold at the time for most of these, so we usually stayed at the cabin part, no forest exploring. On our first night there, we lit a fire to enjoy the time before the incoming rain the next few days. Since we were bored and had no s’mores to cook, we decided to tell some scary campfire stories, like any person would. So, my mom was reading one off her phone. and I decided to close my eyes and relax with the heat of the fire. It was comfortable, your legs the perfect temperature, a story to fall asleep to, and the background noise of a crackling fire. I got deep into this state of relaxation, when I heard a loud howl of a coyote, dog, or something else. I snapped up, startled by the noise. My mom continued to read, and the niece next to me simply listening. No one seemed to of heard this howl. It could of been my imagination, but it was so real, so loud. Plus, I don’t remember ever hearing a howl like it. It was such an odd moment, and my mom asked if I heard something. They clearly didn’t hear it. This fact really scared me, as it sounded so real, it could of been in the forest. Since no one knew about the sound, I decided to shrug it off and not care. I did the same relaxation thing, and my dog started to growl. Now this was really freaky. We all scanned our flashlights in the direction they were growling, but saw nothing. Since all this was so odd, I stopped closing my eyes and relaxing. From there, everything was normal. This was horrifying to me, since I seemed to be the only one who heard this howl. My dog growled while I relaxed, this could be the same thing, but I didn’t hear this time. So, I want to leave this up to anyone reading, what could of happened? Just a warning though, I wouldn’t relax as I did, in case this happens to you.

The Forest of shadows

I want to start this story off by saying, every word in this is 100% true, I am no stranger to things weird or paranormal and this is the story of the beginning of that familiarity and what started my obsession with the study of magic and the spirit world. First off my name is Brad I am 25 years old and I am from North Carolina in a small town sandwiched between Charlotte and the foot hills, we are 30 minutes away from the city and 30 minutes away from the middle of nowhere, it’s the perfect amount of urban to rural ratio,

My parents have lived in the same house since i was 2, it’s at the end of a dead end road surrounded by woods on all sides for a few miles. this story takes place around the age of 9 in 2001,

my days would consist of me going to school, coming home, getting one of my 2 friends that lived on this dead end road and either play on the road and hurt our self or play in the woods and hurt our self, actually not to long after this story takes place i almost lost my pinky finger via a skateboard and I still sport a scar that wraps around my pinky so needless to say we were fearless, now on with the story.

It was a normal day for me, me and my mom just got back home from getting me from school, after grabbing a snack I headed outside and decided to walk up to where my road and the main road would meet and to get my friend Jason to go play, shortly after getting to his door his dad informed me that he was at his grandparents and I would have to play by myself today.

I had nothing to do, you can only do so much by yourself and there wasn’t much of a neighborhood and not really any other children close by so I decided to find something fun to do,

I decided to go threw an area in the woods we called the briar wall, in the woods that’s surrounded my parents house was pretty open accept¬†one area that was next to impossible to get to due to all of the painful briars, I had explored our woods for the most part accept for this giant area, was it just solid briar bushes, or was it an open field in the other side, it was a mystery,

I had always wanted to see what was on the other side of the prickly bushes and my inner explorer screamed to be set free and I gladly obliged it, so I went back to my house to get supplies cause living close to the mountains I had heard about people getting stuck in the woods some times for days or weeks at a time so I got my back pack, put in some snacks, water, a jacket, some matches, my pocket knife and i snuck into my older brothers room to steal his machete,

yes I know a 9 year old having access to a knife and a machete is dangerous and hard to believe but this is the south and my parents and brothers taught me weapon safety since I was young and I received my first knife at 7,

now on with the story, so I walk into the woods and proceed to the briar wall as I neared the wall of prickly pain

I recounted how my older brothers and sister told me how they never had been past the wall of briars so it felt like even more of an adventure, no one I knew had seen what was on the other side so with that in mind I began to cut my way threw and for 30 to 40 mins I hacked away at the briars until I seen a hole, and being inpatient I took my jacket and put it over my face and ran threw, briars sunk into my flesh and pulled at my clothes,

it was painful but my need to explore was stronger, on the other side I pulled out the stickers that broke off the vines and stuck into my skin and after a moment or two I resumed my course, the trees in this part of the woods were massive and spaced far apart, at the time I knew nothing of the woods other then they are fun to play in but from what I know now,

I can tell you these trees were at least 100 years old, each tree was at least 2 and a half feet wide and they were spaced 30 feet or more apart so that tells me they are very old.

most of the trees were oak, white oak, ash, and poppler which are super common here, but the age of and there shear size of them was amazing to look at.

I explored for hours and eventually found a creek that I began to follow, I eventually came upon a delta where the creek split and created a small island in the center, I thought this is a cool place to set up a base for the next time I came back to this area with my friends to show them and brag about all I had seen, I scrambled down one side of the bank, through waist deep water, and up the other side of the bank,

I sat my pack and machete down and began to clear sticks and leafs from the ground when I seen something tannish white sticking up from the ground, I began to dig at this object until I pulled out a bone and seen more underneath now being from the south it’s not uncommon to find piles of bones from hunters or just natural death so it didn’t bother me, to be honest it intrigued me,

I wanted to find out what animal it was that died so I dug more, I began to dig and I found something that made my heart skip a beat,

it was a skull, a human skull, this was something that scared me….

Bad, I dropped the skull and began to grab my stuff to leave bit that’s when I seen something black moveing threw the trees 40 or so feet off the ground, scared out of my mind at this point I found some where to hide I covered my pack with leaves and got down into the creek and backed up underneath the edge of the bank which had an over hang,

I watched as this thing moved threw the trees,

just floating, it was shaped like a human but blacker then black almost like what you would think a black hole should look like. I had never seen a spirit before but I believed this was one and it scared me more then anything I had experienced up until that point.

when it finally passed where I thought it wouldn’t see me, I made a brake for it, as soon as my feet left the water it stopped and began to turn toward me, that’s when I turned and ran, I looked back twice, it was behind me on the ground the first time right before I went threw the briar wall, when i looked back the last time before I got out of the woods it was gone, when I finally got out of the woods the sun was starting to go down, and I had cuts all over me due to my mad dash threw the woods and briars.

I had left the bag and machete which made my brother mad at me and of course no one believed me but I knew what I had seen was real.

Since then I have found out that the land that my parents house is on and those woods use to be a cow pasture back in the 1800s where 2 men and a woman had died, later on in the early 1900s dark ritual magic was reportedly done there and in the 70s and 80s the KKK used it as a meeting place and rumor has it they burned people on crosses out there.

Since that first experience I began to study magic and the art of symbology in order to protect my self an those I love from the paranormal, I’ve had many more experiences in those woods and other places but those are for another time.

Not what I expected

Hello everyone.

At the begining I think I should introduce myself a little. I’m from Poland and for six years I’m a member of one of the biggest paranormal investigating teams in country. Sometimes people call to us and ask for help with things that they think are “paranormal”. I’ve got a lot of cases, files, photos and recordings of strange things and creatures. But this time I’d like to tell you about one of the weridest cases I’ve ever seen.

It was four years ago. I live near Czech and German borders, at the mining comunity. One day I returned from work and saw a new E-mail from HQ. They wanted me to investigate a call from village, almost at Czech border. It was some way from me but I lived closer to it than anyone else. So, the call was about suspected ghost activity. Not in one home but in entire village. From the intelligence HQ send me I tought it was a powerfull Poltergeist. I packed up ghost hunting equipment and got on my way. It took me about two and a half hour to get to the place.

At my arrival I saw small, quiet village. Only about ten houses, no shop or even a bus stop. I made a circle trough the village, just for some fun. Then moved to adress HQ gave me. It was preety, wooden house, in the middle of the village. A young man opened me the door.

He said that he and his wife moved in about month earlier. He was a writer and this place was perfect for him to work at his books. But there was something that made him and his wife really scared. They said that at nights they hear werid noises comming from the woods. And that the ghost is making even some things from the home dissapear.

As we finished talking I went to a walk. I walked around, near the forests border, looking for anything strange. I’ve found some wolf, deer, rabbit and fox footprints, nothing special. But then I saw something… strange. At one tree there was huge, deep scratches. Like a bears. But there aren’t bears at that part of the country. There was small lake near this tree so I just thought some animal came to drink water from it and for some reason scratched this tree.

After a while I came back to the village. I’ve setted up cameras, the hidden, hunting ones on the trees, put some sound recording devices and setted up a base in the barn. I was sitting, watching the cameras and drinking energy drink. Suddenly I saw something strange at one camera, like something crawled through the grass, moving to the house thhe writer lived in. I am really cautious when it comes to things like that so I grabbed my bowie knife, which blade I managed to cover with silver and quietly moved to this house. As I wanted to take a good look at this “ghost” i got a ladder and climbed to the rooftop of the house.

At the point I was thinking that this “ghost” is just someone kidding around. But this was huge mistake… I crawled to the end of the rooftop and started observing the area. For a moment I didn’t saw any movement but then… then I saw it. Humanoid animal, it’s skin was pale, a little bit blue. It looked really skinny and I saw that It has very long fingers. Not like the claws or something, just normal, very long fingers. It looked almost like a regular human being, but more… meateatting. Like it was created to hunt and eat living creatures.

For a moment I didn’t knew what to do. I just stared at It. I’m glad It didn’t saw me or felt my presence in any other way. As fast as I could without making noise I got out the roof and runned to my base. I grabbed a stick, poured some oil on it and lighted it. Then I rushed to the field.

This… thing was there, almost touching the wall of the house. When it saw me, first it looked like It didn’t expected meeting anyone. Then, it made strange, long and loud scream and took off the way it came. It was really fast. Good thing it got scared. I don’t think I could kill it with a torch.

Next morning I spoke to the owner of the property. I told him what I saw and that there are no ghosts involved. Both of us agreed that we can’t leave it like that. But there wasn’t much more that I culd do there. So I just gave him some tips, like how to secure his house, set up traps and stuff like that. And left the place, a little bit unsatisfied.

 

This is one of the cases I’ve never solved. And untill today I don’t know what I saw.

Hellish vampiric creature

This all happened around a month ago, in December of 2017. A while ago I posted about my encounter with a strange pale creature in the woods behind my mom’s house. I had prayed i would never see this creature again, but I have and I am begining to belive my initial belief that it was a rake-like creature was dead wrong.

It was early December and I was staying at my mom’s for awhile. It was about 10 pm when I decided to go to the gas station a few blocks away. There is a small forest behind my mother’s house, and I decided to cut through the path in the woods that would make the trip much quicker.

The whole time I was walking, I felt like I was being watched. The woods were dead silent, the only noise being my feet crunching the leaves. Apart from the uneasy feeling, I got to the gas station alright. I bought a six pack of beer and trecked back through the woods.

About half way there, I stumbled upon a strange sight. Laying on the ground has a small mass that certainly wasn’t there before. I shone my phone on it and it was a dead groundhog. The odd thing was there was no blood anywhere. At first, i didn’t see any sign of what killed it, until I noticed two holes in its neck.

As if on cue, I was hit with a foul odor that nearly overwhelmed me. And just like a horror movie, I heard a twig snap behind me. I spun around to see what it was, and God I wish I hadnt.

Standing there was a being, about 5 or 6 feet tall. It was deathly thin and pale. In its hand was other mass of fur, i assume it was another groundhog. It’s most striking feature were it’s glowing, orange eyes. For some reason, although I wanted to flee, i found myself unable to move.

A crooked, thin smile was etched across it’s face. And then it spoke. Oh god, how it spoke. I cannot explain how it spoke. It spoke like an alien trying to mimic human speech.

“Hello” it said in a truly ungodly voice. It dropped the groundhog and took a single step towards me. “Come here”

What happend next is what rocked me to my core. Huge, leathery wing appeared from out of its back. I don’t know how I didn’t see them before but they were massive, about 15 feet across by my estimate. It was like the Creeper from Jeepers Creepers, it’s wings must have been able somehow grow in or out of its body.

I managed to snap out of my trance and chucked a beer at it and ran home as fast as I could. I heard faint flapping noise behind me, which I can only assume was the creature flying after me, though I didn’t dare look back. As soon as I got in the door, I tripped over the steps and dropped the beers I somehow cared enough about to keep on to. I locked every door and window in the house and stayed up all night. My mom and sister looked at me like I was insane, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that what I saw was real.

The next morning, I went back to the woods. Around where I saw the creature were dead animals; rabbits, birds, squirells, and groundhogs. Just like the night before, there wasn’t a drop of blood anywhere. I can say with certainty that the creature had killed them. I don’t know what it was that I saw. It’s shape and proportions would suggest a gargoyle-like creature, but one with vampiric tastes. I will never go back into those woods again, period. People always say monsters are myths, after what I saw, I can say it’s not myth, it’s a fact that beasts lurk in the shadows.