Evil Spirit or Wendigo

I was about 12 years old at the time of this story, and I still don’t fully understand what happened to us.

When I was in grade 6 I met a kid named Brodie. We were into the same games and he was already friends with my best friend masen. So after we talked for a few weeks at school and hug out during lunch he started inviting us over on the weekends to play playstation 2 and watch movies. We started hanging out all the time and we were introduced to his friends from town.

Let me go back a bit and just say we were from a rural community outside if a decent sized town with about 50 thousand people in northeastern Ontario Canada, we went to public school with around 80 or 90 kids and the kids from the city went to a catholic school with more than 150 kids which blew our minds at the time.

We would all play manhunt in the woods and field near Brodie’s house (for those who don’t know manhunt is what we call hide and seek tag or army tag), his property was great for this because he had acres of woods and a long hilly field just to. The side if his house. we would wait until it was pitch black out, grab flashlights and run around all year long, yes even in the freezing Canadian winters we would dress up in snow pants and huge jackets just to hide in the snow.

The first encounter I had with this “entity” was the winter after I had started hanging out with them. There was 5 of us, Me, Masen,Brodie and John and Travis (our city friends). , We were bored and decided to go for a late night walk in the moonlight, it was so bright we didn’t need flashlights, in fact the moonlight always seemed really bright at Brodie’s house now that I think about it.

We walked for probably 15 minutes before we came to a small clearing by a pond, there were large piles of grass and brush buried by snow and we thought they may have been dens of some kind but we weren’t sure. We were talking about God knows what (probably call of duty modern warfare 2 or something) when we could hear branches breaking probably a hundred yards away, we stopped talking and looked around, we thought it may have been a coyote or a fisher or something so we decided to walk back to his house. On the way back we heard it following us from 50 yards.

Or so back, slinking through the brush quietly, you could only hear it if you really stopped and listened. We got scared from noise of it so we decided to loudly sing to try to scare it off, that may seem kinda silly or stupid but we were scared and remembered a presentation we saw in bears about using loud noises to scare them off. We got back to Brodie’s house and warmed up with some hot chocolate by fireplace, still a little freaked out.

Now when the summer came we all decided we were going to make a fort. Now at that house there was a strange phenomena, in the woods time past slower, you’d go out for what felt like hours and hours but minutes would pass in reality anyways, We found the foundation of an old cabin off the side of Brodie’s field and dug up where the doorway once stood ripping up old piles of logs that once made up the threshold of the place, that is what I think angered whatever spirits were there. That same summer we were all standing in Brodie’s front yard in the dark, just talking about either what we were going to do that night or what we did all week or whatever, whatever the case we were standing and chatting, when we looked around and noticed Travis had disappeared. He did stuff like this all time, he would hide when nobody was looking and make us look for him. I remember thinking it was annoying but still a little funny just because of how childish it was. We split up into 2 groups of Me and masen, and Brodie and John, we went down to the field and the other group checked the woods.

Me and Masen walked down the field and scanned the area with our trusty LED flashlights while yelling things like “come on Travis!” or “fuck off! Get out here!“. we walked for a couple minutes before we saw what appeared to be our friend lying face first in the grass. He had on a brown or black sweater and had brown hair just like Travis, Masen yelled “I see you Travis! “ and we started to run over to him. What appeared to be Travis got up and bolted into the woods vanishing as soon as he hit the underbrush, that second we heard Brodie and John yell “found him! “. We got up to the house and they went on the tell us that he was hidden between the car and the truck and Travis said he was there the whole time joking about how we walked right by him and never even saw him. We asked him if that was him in the field and he said it wasn’t, but it couldn’t have been anyway, he would have been able to run like 300 meters a second. Needless to say we were pretty shook.

Now after a while all that happened was odd lights in the sky and the occasional electric flickering in his house. We were outside the following winter, so about a year after we all were followed by that thing. We were standing outside to get away from a party inside that was running long and was honestly painfully boring, we were standing on the dirt road when all of a sudden our friend who had an insulin pump, started complaining about it not working, I reached into. My pocket and tried to use my flashlight that was in the bottom of my walky talky but it didn’t work either, after about a minute of fucking around, my walky talky and her pump started working again at once, followed by the loud bang of a rock hitting a stop sign at the end of his driveway, I shone my light at it and saw it was shaking from the impact of whatever was thrown. That made us all run inside screaming about what had just happened.

The final experience I had with this “spirit” was in the spring or fall, I can’t quite remember exactly, I remember it was raining a lot and decently warm, warm enough you didn’t need a coat or anything, maybe a sweater. Me and Masen were at Brodie’s house chasing him around with a foam nerf sword, he ran out the door and we lost sight of him.

Me and Masen ran down his road and we could hear bushes shaking , he could see the rustling underbrush in the ditch down towards the field, we hopped into the trench and yelled for Brodie to come out so we could wail on him with the sword (which we’d carried all the way out there). We looked all around the brush to find him but we couldn’t anything at all, it was starting to rain really hard and it was probably about 9 pm so we decided to go go inside and wait for him to come in. When we got to Brodie’s house we saw him sitting in a chair beside his house, he said he turned the corner to fake us out and went right back to the door.

We thought that was odd because of what we had heard in the woods. It began raining harder and Brodie told us he was going to go and have a shower inside, Masen said that we were going to stay out and enjoy the rain for a bit so he went inside. Me and Masen stood on the road looking straight down the road towards a big hill that was right before his house.

A extremely thick fog began to roll in and we thought that it was a little eerie. I looked at Masen and noticed he was staring deeply down the road and very intently. I took a look and then I saw the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my life, it was the figure of a man, a tall dark bluey black silhouette heading towards us at about 200 yards away. It had to be at least 6 foot 5 and it was slowly gliding in our direction.

I turned to Masen and I said something to the effect of “do you see that?!” and he nodded. “the shadow guy heading this way?” he nodded again, “dude we have to go I feel sick” I said, and it was true, I had a disgusting, warm,nauseous feeling in my gut and I wanted to leave. Masen kept staring directly down the road towards it, it had disappeared at the non visible (from where we were standing) bottom of the hill. I told masen we had to leave and he still wouldn’t budge, I grabbed his arm and forced him towards door, I remember him saying “nobody has ever been killed by a ghost! “ and I said “I don’t want to be the first one!”.

We Finally got inside and the fog enveloped Brodie’s whole yard and you couldn’t see thing out the windows.

Brodie moved soon after that and we haven’t seen anything like that since. I’m usually skeptical but I have no explanation for any of that. Now this was probably 6 years ago so I don’t remember everything but those things were impossible to forget. I don’t know what is in those woods, A wendigo, an evil spirit, a demon,. I’m not sure, but it doesn’t like people that’s for sure.

It looked exactly like my friend and took the form of a shadow person like apparition or maybe that was it’s true form, I always had a hard time falling asleep there if I was close to a window, I always felt like someone or something was out there watching me.

Night Fishing Terror

First let me tell you a few things about me. I am a Man of God although when this story took place I wasn’t a Christian. I have also spent twenty four years in the outdoors, hunting, fishing, camping, and hiking. I am twenty eight so that’s a lot of time in the wilderness. I’m the guy everyone says that when the zombies come it’s my house they are going too. I know how to live off the land and know how to survive disasters that could happen. Part of being in the outdoors for as long as I have been is you see a lot of things most people don’t get to. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises from being an avid fisherman and hunter.
However you also see things at the opposite end of that spectrum. I’ve witnessed predators hunting, people get hurt, and the downright scary. Growing up my whole life in Northwestern PA it was interesting to say the least. When you throw outdoorsman into the mix you get a brand new mix. I’ve seen a lot that Science refuses to admit is real. From the monster of Lake Eire to my favorite catfish hole being a UFO hotspot. Now with all that while creepy, the events of one July evening at Geneva Swamp take the cake.

About three or four years ago I had a few days off work. So my buddy Tyler and I had made a plan to do an all day fishing trip to Geneva. We had it set, bait, snacks, and drinks. We had our poles and tackle boxes packed up the night before. The weather called for warm and sunny day with a light wind. Any fisherman knows it’s a good day for fishing. Not to hot, cause if it is the fish won’t bite. If it’s too cold the fish are harder to catch because they are sluggish and not to mention very uncomfortable for you no matter if it’s hot or cold.

We arrived at Custards Bridge, for everyone who isn’t familiar with the area, it used to be an old steel bridge. It’s on a small back road called Mercer Pike. It’s an outflow to one of the small rivers in the county called French Creek. Geneva Swamp itself is the largest in Crawford county. It spans from Conneaut Lake PA all the way to Mercer Pike. Just about 5-10 miles. The swamp itself is beyond mysterious. There are three bridges that go over it. I-79 is one of the main highways in PA. There is also Snake Road bridge. These two bridges are floating bridges. The story goes that when they were building the interstate over the swamp they couldn’t find the bottom. They dropped cars, a railroad car, and a crane at full extension into the swamp. Never once did any of them reach the bottom.

Within the past few years a barrel was spat back out by the swamp. It was an old pickle barrel. It was about a hundred and twenty years old. When it was opened there was a skeleton in it with a lone bullet hole in the head. The swamp holds onto what it’s given for a very long time. There are many stories concerning that swamp, all of which are creepy. My friend and I are adding to that list.

After nearly fishing all day Tyler and I had three full stringers. One was covered in pan fish which are frail compared to the others we had so we had to give them their own stringer. On another we had several Bowfin. They are ugly as sin and many natives of the area hate them. They kill them and throw them onto the bank. Tyler and I fall into the small percentile that actually eat these prehistoric fish. They are on par with catfish let me tell you that. On our final stringer we had Pike and bass. Overall it was a good day’s haul. We had enough that the next day we were going to have a fish fry.

As dusk approached we moved to the other side of the bridge where we could fish the open swamp. That was our first mistake. We dipped the fish into the water, rigged up our bait, got situated in our chairs, and cast our rods. We caught several more bowfin. There was a man on the other side of the outflow from us. He stuck around to watch the sunset. Once it was done he left. Tyler and I were the only ones left at that fishing hole. An hour or two into the darkness and we only caught two more fish. Then the weirdness started.

As I mentioned before there was little to no wind that day. So we were both taken by surprise when a mist just appeared around us. There was no moon that night so the mist made it even harder to see. Part of being in the outdoors your whole life is your senses are heightened in the dark. However this mist made my outdoors training non effective. The mist around us was thick but behind us we could see. It was like the mist was focused only in that one spot, the spot we were fishing. That’s when I heard it, a woman’s scream.

It was about a hundred yards or so away from us. Over by his car. I turned to Tyler. “Dude did you hear that?” I asked looking at him.

“What?” He asked looking at me.

“I swear I heard a woman scream” I said looking back in the direction of the scream.

“You sure it wasn’t an animal?” He asked looking at me.

I looked back at him. “In all my years in the outdoors I’ve never heard an animal make a perfect human scream” I said.

Both of us started to develop a feeling of being watched. We were looking around, expecting to see something or someone come out of the mist. I had my hunting knife with me and he had a filet knife. I felt uneasy not having a gun with me like I do during hunting season. I could feel eyes on me, I just couldn’t pinpoint where exactly.

“Clayton, look” Tyler said making me look to him. He pointed behind us and I turned to look. In a wooded lot on the other side of the road we saw a flash. There were bright flashes moving through the woods. Never in the same place twice. They were moving in our direction. I looked back to Tyler who looked at me.

“I think we caught enough fish don’t you?” I asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Yup” he said, both of us getting up quickly.

We reeled our rods up quickly, grabbed our equipment and chairs. We moved quickly up a hill and jumped the guardrail. Once on the road Tyler started moving quickly. I paused, looking towards the flashes. That was another mistake cause I heard the scream again. This time it was close. I white knuckled my knife as I started moving quickly towards his car. I felt a heavy presence nearby making me stop once I got to the car. Once I did I noticed two things. One there was no sounds, no frogs, owls, nighthawks, geese, or even crickets. Two the mist was around the bridge that was it. One large ball of mist. In the mist I saw a female figure, just the outline and shadow. She was looking at us. I saw her and watched as the mist was swept away by an unseen force. Once it was gone so was the figure and with it the swamp came to life with the creatures of the night.
To this day both Tyler and I won’t fish Geneva Swamp after dark. We’ll stick around and watch the sun go down but once it does we pack up and we’re gone. I talked to a friend of ours who has lived around that swamp his whole life. He’s seen similar events, he thinks it might have something to do with a woman who might have been killed out there and her body was never found. I think it might be a demon, one trying to hide itself with the local lore of the area. One thing is sure God was looking out for us that day. That and Geneva Swamp is out of the question when the sun goes down for now on.

Ghost Stories from a Shipping Plant

I have worked security for a few years now. If there is one thing i have learned while working security is that we tend to experience some creepy things. There is one place i remember in the rural Tennessee town.

I cannot name the place due to confidentiality, but i can tell you that it was a big building used for packaging and shipping products to stores. It ran 24/7 and was only closed on Christmas.

At least when i was posted there that is how it was. There was an old guard who had been there for years. One night he told me that it used to close on weekends, and security would be the only ones in this building. They would hear screams from nowhere and disembodied voices at this time. I did not believe him, nor did i ever hear these voices.

However i did have a few experiences all of which can be backed by at least one other witness. Before i continue i should describe the posts where most of this happened. The entire facility is fenced off. With an entrance in the front for employees and contractors. Around back there are two gates. One for truckers, and the other for what is called a yard dog. Basically our own private truckers who would move trailers between our two local sites. Across the street was a lot where drivers who were over there time could sleep.

The first gate had a small shack and would be manned by two people. The other one had a smaller shack we called gate 2. These experiences happened at the back gate and gate two over my time there.

The first experience happened to a friend of mine. Back gate had the task of after midnight doing hourly patrols. It would take about 30 minutes on foot, but maybe 10 in a car so we normally used our own cars to drive it. It was my friend’s , let’s call him C.M., turn to do the round. He drove off and about 2 minutes later came back. It is apparent he had been crying. Since he was a friend as well as i co worker i immediately asked what was wrong. He told me, “I drove through a mist. Like an odd fog, and suddenly heard some strange weird music playing. I was suddenly just overwhelmed with sadness and just wanted to kill myself. So i came back here.”. After he told me this he refused to go on any more patrols. Though soon afterwards other guards and myself would not blame him.

One cool night i decided to do the patrol on foot, and had a bright flashlight with me. As i walked along rows upon rows of empty trailers i heard loud banging coming from inside one. There have been vagabonds and animals that had climbed into the trailers, and part of my job was to check, and call the proper authorities for the situation. I walked up to the trailer and peeked inside. As soon as i did the banging stopped, and the trailer was empty. This sent a chill down my spine and gave me goosebumps. I decided to walk away since technically there was nothing there. As i got to the front of the trailer i heard this laugh that chilled me to the core and filled me with fear. I ran back to the guard shack, and then i swore never to do patrols again.

Another night i was with a female guard who i simply called sarge due to her ranking and hard to remember name. One night we were sitting talking, and just passing time. When we saw a humanoid figure standing in the middle of the unlit lot. He seemed to stand still until we were both looking. Then he raised his arms and started trying to wave us down. His movements were, for a lack of better terms, “off”. They did not look quite right, but his voice was what really got our attention. In a loud monotone voice he shouted, “Help me. I need some help.”. It was as if he were a bored highschooler being forced to read a line from a play. Sarge handed me a flashlight and told me to go investigate. She would watch, and call the Emergency Services if needed. I started to walk over and the man was gone. Though i had to investigate. I went to the lot, and one vehicle had its lights on. So i knocked on the door and waited. After a moment a man answered.

“Have you seen anyone out here?”, i asked him. Wondering if he was playing a prank.

“No sir. I am the only here who seems to be up.”, He replied in a voice completely different than the one we heard from the figure. This man’s actually had expression in it. I started walking back to the shack, and the instant i turned around all the dogs in the neighborhood started barking for some reason. When i got back to the shack Sarge looked at me and asked, “Why didn’t you follow them?”. “What do you mean? They seemed to have left before i got there.” She shook her head, “No they were standing there until you started to walk across the street. Then they went  behind the closest trailer. Sarge and i talked about this for a few nights afterward trying to figure it out who or what that was.

Another time i was at the New gate, and Sarge on her patrol. She came to check on me. Most nights were dead except for maybe two hours total. So we would spend time watching youtube on our phones. She smacked the window and startled me as i was lost in some cartoon. I opened the window, and she asked me, “Who is with-” and then stopped. She stared at the empty doorway to gate twos small bathroom. The next words out of her mouth was, “I f*cking swear to god there was someone behind you. Even when i smacked the window they were standing there.” After that time she never checked up on any guard again and soon quit.

After i took the position of sergeant there was a change of orders. I would be in the main office and once a night do a foot patrol of all the posts. This would take an hour and i would carry a wand. Like the kind you see flight crews using to guide planes for take off in movies. I would do the patrols around the same time every night. Before i start my patrols one night i get a call, and the guard at back gate is surprised when i answered. “If you are on the phone who is watching us?” she said in a confused voice. A bit of panic slowly creeping in. To ease her i told her that i would look on the cameras. They gave me the figures location. I checked all three cameras that covered that area, and no one was there. “I can see him. He is standing right there. We thought it was you watching us creepily.” the panic now apparent in her voice as i checked all the cameras. No one on any of the outside ones. The other guard hang up and refused to pick up the phone the rest of the night. When the next shift came in she left in a hurry, and did not show up for the next night.

These are just a few of the strange things we saw there. Other guards told me stories of their encounters, but those are their stories to tell. Just remember security guards see more than just shoplifters, and loiterers. They also see things that go bump in the night.


Haunted Toy

This experience happened to me about two years ago over the summer. It was just a few weeks after school ended. My brother got an odd job from his friend to help him clean out an old house house for his grandma. My brother asked if I wanted to come along since they were going to go to a gas station afterwards to get soda and stuff. Of course I wanted soda and candy, it’s what any kid would want. I decided to tag along.

The house was a little ways out of town so there wasn’t many other houses around. I think the closest one was half a mile away. When we arrived we were told by my brother’s friend’s dad that he wanted us to clean the back room. He gave us some trash bags and said that if there was anything we wanted in the room we could just take it. We walked into the room and the first thing that we noticed was the big cleared out space, ripped wall paper and a odd smell. I brushed off the smell as just being part of the house since it was pretty shabby and beat up.

The room seemed to be a kids room, toys were in all of the piles and there even was a mini couch. All of the stuff in the room had been pushed into the corners, we didn’t think of it much since it made moving around easier. We went to work on the piles.

We found all sorts of stuff in the piles, broken toys, books, general trash, and even some double AA batteries that still had some charge. But one of the piles had something else. My brother’s friend found a copy of the bible on top of one of the piles. My brother’s friend was kind of an ass so he decided to kick the bible across the room.

The bible hit the floor and then there was a silence, just a moment later we all heard a voice say, “Bon voyage.” We all freaked the hell out for a moment. My brother’s friend approached the pile and lifted some stuff off of the pile. We found an old singa-ma-jig toy. They were stuffed animal toys that sung songs. We all laughed for a moment, but the moment passed quickly, my brother’s friend picked up and turned over the toy. The battery panel was gone, there was a bit stuck to the screw that held it on, as if the panel had been forced off. He looked confused for a moment, he pressed his finger to it’s mouth and it snapped down. He threw it down on the pile of trash and we all backed up against the opposite side of the room. We heard what seemed to be a distorted laugh come from the toy.

We were officially freaked the hell out. We didn’t know what just happened, all we knew for sure was we were done. Luckily the sun was setting and we were going to get going soon anyways. When we were leaving the house I was the last one out. Before I closed the front door I heard a voice from the back room. It said: “Bon Voyage.”

My brother’s friend’s dad took us to a local gas station. I remember getting a large cup of big red, it’s also what my brother’s friend got. My brother and I got a ride home afterwards. I didn’t get much sleep that night. I stayed up thinking about if I picked up the toy and it attempted to hurt me.

I still think about what happened at the house every now and then. I pieced together what may have happened in the room. The clearing of all of the stuff was were a ritual was preformed on that toy. The ritual worked and the toy got possessed, whoever was preforming the ritual got scared and tried to take out the batteries but couldn’t. They forced open the battery panel to rip out the batteries. To be sure that whatever possessed the toy wouldn’t come back they put a bible on the toy. I’m not sure if this is what actually happened. Some of it doesn’t make much sense, like why would someone preforming rituals carry a bible? Also if whatever spirit could prevent the screw of the battery tray from being turned couldn’t it just prevent the tray from being ripped of as well?

I try not to think about these unanswered questions, I always try to convince myself that the story I conceived was was happened. Still I occasionally think about what had happened, and what would of happened if we had stayed longer.

Mom’s Ghost Story

My mom used to work in an office bulding as a janitor along with several other employees. On this night she agreed to work the late shift and cover for a friend. She usually worked in the mornings and was almost always done by mid day. She was assigned the job of cleaning the top floor after which she would work her way down until about halfway.

Before my mom had taken the job some of her co workers, who had been there way before she had, told her that the 8th floor of the bulding was haunted by a ghost that cries horribly at around 12:00 a.m. Startled but not to phased by it my mom just thought it was her new co workers trying to scare her. After all she was new and had only been there for a couple weeks.

She had also told me that each floor had a dial that controlled the lights and you had to set it to a certain time after which it would reset and all the lights would turn of one by one.  She usually took about an hour on each floor after which she would continue on to the next.  Once she had finished up on the 9th floor she made her way down to the 8th floor. There she set the timer for an hour and started cleaning.

About fifty five minutes in she told me that all of a sudden she heard one of the most horiffic spine chilling screams she had ever heard in her life coming from outside the hallways from one of the offices she was cleaning. Out of fear she paniced and dropped all of her things and ran for the elevator. From behind her she could hear loud crying from a women, something you would only imagine you would hear in a horror movie.

Desperately trying to reach the elevator the lights she had set for an hour started to one by one switch off  leaving a trace of darkness from behind.When she finally made it out she made a phone call and quit the next day.