Banshee in the creek

Hey, its me again, the woodsman, i saw that darkness is looking for campfire stories so guess i could share the story that keeps me from camping out in my woods anymore. This is one of many, many odd things that has happened on this property of mine. I really didn’t realize what i was getting into when i bought this new house in the middle of the woods.

But hey, I’m surviving i guess.

By the time that the events in this story took place, i had already experienced quite a few things on this property. And this was easily the third freakiest thing to happen up to that point, right behind the naked stab victim that cried like a newborn baby and cartwheeled our into the woods, but that’s another tale.

This time i had decided that i wanted to go camping. Despite all the stuff that had happened, i had never been seriously injured in those woods, SO WHY NOT GO SLEEP IN THEM.

Bad choice i know. Anyways, the first few hours when i get into the woods go fine, i set up camp, build a fire, burn myself trying to cook a hot dog, pee on fire that burnt me. Then i started to realize… camping is pretty boring when you’re all alone. So i decided to go to sleep.

Next thing i know i wake up to the sound of a young girls voice down in the creek, sounds like she’s college type age.

She’s saying, “help i need some help down here, I’m lost, dad? Help!” And i can hear her down in the creek, from my tent.

Now this isn’t the first time I’ve been lured into the woods by a voice pleading for help. But this voice was a lot more convincing that the others. Non the less i still brought my newly purchased .45 caliber hand gun that i had bought for dealing with, the things, on the land.

I made my way into the creek, flashlight in hand and headed down to the voice. Soon i find the source. Now i didn’t put the flashlight beam on her right away because i didn’t want to blind her.

But i could clearly see the outline of a small girl sitting on the bank of the creek, i got about fifteen feet away and she stopped me, stating that “you really don’t need that flashlight with the moon out like this”. It wasn’t even a full moon so that confused me a little, i replied with, “i don’t know bout you but i can’t see a thing out here, lemme me help you though, are you hurt?”

Then i started to shine the flashlight on her but she screamed “STOP” before i got to her face. This time her voice wasn’t as convincing, i could tell she wasn’t human.

Now, what you guys need to realize is that I’m not a badass, and I’m not trying to sound cool or tough. But ever since something happened three years ago.

The same event that caused me to move out here. I don’t respond to situations the same anymore. Maybe I’m not scared of death anymore. Maybe I’m mentally unstable.

Maybe I’m weird.

But when i establishes that this thing wasn’t human, i started to smile, it fooled me, got me out here in the woods, in it’s domain, and was probably going to make an attempt on my life. But i might as well piss it off a little. So i flicked my flashlight up and revealed its face.

It actually was a girl, sort of, she was super pale and had abnormally large eyes, that were completely black. When the light hit her face her head snapped forward and made eye contact with me and here jaw dropped open 3 times larger than any human could, and then she screamed.

It was LOUD.

Like in human loud. It sounded like a girls scream but as if it were being played through massive speakers to make it ear splitting. Then i felt something closing around my neck. She hadn’t moved but was somehow choking me. Still screaming.

I have realized while living here that the entities that can hurt you, can also get hurt themselves, now most of them are tough as nails, but they can be hurt.

This memory went through my head just as i felt something warm dripping onto my neck and my left ear went quiet. Busted ear drum.

I aggressively threw my flashlight at the bitch and it connected with what i assume was her eye, i couldn’t tell for sure because i didn’t have a flashlight. And yes i forgot to use the gun. It was new and in the current life or death situation i forgot i had it. Luckily this girl wasn’t one of the tough ones and i felt the grip on my neck loosen and her scream stopped.

No sooner had i taken my first breath when she bent over backwards possession style and sprinted into the woods in reverse. When i finally caught my breath i slowly walked by to my campsite and went to sleep in the tent.

I You may be asking why i didn’t go back home after that but it was a 20 minute hike and my flashlight was broken so i had to wait till morning. Slept pretty good though. No noises woke me up.

I woke up then next morning expecting me ear to be killing me but miraculously it was completely back to normal.

I later figured out that it was the lady in the tree who fixed my ear but once again that’s a story for another time. That morning i just packed up everything and headed back home.

Only thing that got messed up was my flashlight so i wasn’t even that disappointed in the trip. I still don’t camp out there anymore because no matter how weirdly wired i am, that girl really did freak me out a good bit, and I’m sure she’s still out there. That’s pretty much it for this story though, see y’all next time.

Woodsman signing off.

Creepy backwoods experience

Hi, my name is Carter, I’m a freshman in high school, and I live in a house that has a huge expanse of forest behind it. I explore these woods behind my house quite often, and I used to make trips through it to get to my ex-girlfriend’s house with ease since I don’t have a car(at the time of this story I was still dating her). Unfortunately, I had an experience that has guaranteed that neither I, nor my ex, will ever set foot in those woods ever again.

This happened over 8th grade summer break.

I left my house around 10:00 to get to hers, it was dark, but I wasn’t worried, I had made the trek many times before, plus, her parents were going on vacation for a week, so I was willing to walk through the forest alone at night if it meant being alone with her for a week.

it was about a 20 minute walk going straight north, and I was confident that I would get there within 5 minutes after her parents left.

Now, my girlfriend and I had made plans for a doctor who netflix marathon, we were both major nerds, but of course, I was still excited to be alone with her for the night.

After walking for maybe 5 minutes or so, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see nothing there. Slightly disturbed, I texted my girlfriend to wait for me at her backdoor, I was worried that I may have to run from a wild coyote or something, and I wanted to be sure she would be ready to open and close the door quickly if I did end up running for it.

It was then that, I kid you not, I heard her say my name, and I immediately knew something was off, the voice I heard say my name said it in an almost seductive manner, but my ex had never talked to me in a seductive tone, nor did I think she even knew how to sound seductive.

Plus, she was at her house, so I knew that whatever I heard couldn’t be her.

I started walking faster, checking my phone to be sure I was going north.

Then, I saw movement in the corner of my eye again, I turned even quicker than before, and I saw it, a pale, naked, humanoid creature, or at least it’s head.

Then, to my horror, it slowly stood up.

Now, I’m a 6-foot-tall guy, so I’m not by any means small, but this thing towered over me. I was more terrified than I’d ever been before, but I had one advantage that probably saved my life, I have a very strong, very fast acting, fight or flight response, before this thing had even fully stood up, I was booking it north.

I could see the lights of my girlfriend’s house through the trees, and I started screaming to her OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” I was maybe 10 yards from the door when I saw her open it, I heard her start to reply “Carter, why are you yelling? WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!”.

I didn’t reply, I just ran in the house, and without stopping, grabbed the door knob, and slammed the door shut. I heard a loud bang from the door, as if something large had hit it at a high speed. My girlfriend was hysterical, she kept yelling that we were going to die,

I sat her down on a couch, and managed to calm her down.

We stayed on that couch for the rest of the night, terrified. Later, she told me that the thing had been right behind me, and that it had actually been about to grab me, when I had managed to somehow put on an extra burst of speed, and shut the door. I still don’t know what that thing was, but I can guarantee that no one could ever, make me go into that forest again.

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.”



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.


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.