I have always been a believer in the paranormal, but only to a certain point. I like to think ghosts are real, but I’ve never had any proof of their existence, so I kept simply being neutral until I had cold hard evidence that the paranormal was a thing.
If you’re from the Peru-Converse area of Indiana, you probably know about Okie Pinokie. If you don’t, here’s a brief rundown.
Okie Pinokie is the local name for part of the Frances Slocum State Park, where County Road 510 E dead-ends in Peru, Indiana; the road merely makes a circle and doubles back into itself. It’s just a stone’s throw from the Mississinewa River.
Many who have visited it claim it’s haunted, but if you try to look it up online, you’ll get a lot of inconclusive results.
Supposedly at the turn of the last century, a 7-year-old girl named Stephanie was found brutally raped and murdered in the woods, and in the 1960s, four headless bodies were found in the circle formed by the road. More recently, a man was beaten to death in a robbery gone bad (this was in May of 2018). You can see scratches on one of the trees; they look like they’re made by a deer scraping its antlers on the bark, but they’re horizontal and have a space for an opposable thumb.
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.”
I’m here again with another strange tale. Maryland is full of strange stories, myths, and legends, but one of the most culturally important facts of my state is: you can’t throw a rock without hitting something that is haunted. I grew up on the Eastern Shore in Caroline county, which meant I spent a lot of time running around in the woods and on, in, or near the Choptank River. Looking back on it, that river was filthy and dangerous and the fact that I nor any of my friends got ill or drowned is a miracle inofitself. Regardless, I remember the first time I went to my best friend’s grandma’s and was blown away by her beautiful home right on the river. It was gorgeous and the property, nestled against the woods and just outside of town, was near enough to Denton that we could always find some trouble to get into. Unfortunately for us, trouble was a lot closer than we had anticipated.
One night in the early fall, I decided to spend the night with a new friend who would eventually become like a sister to me. To protect her, let’s call her Victoria. She hates that name, so naturally I had to use it. Victoria lived with her grandmother and it wasn’t until after graduation that we had become close. The minute I stepped on the property for the first time, I was blown away by it. And it’s beauty distracted me initially from the sense of being watched that seemed to intensify the closer night came. The afternoon wore on like any other. We watched movies, talked about colleges, and stuffed our faces with snacks. But as night began to fall, Victoria looked at me and said “Hey, did you know the woods behind our house is haunted?”
“Really?” I asked, looking out the kitchen window. At this time I was already intrigued by the woods, but the aspect of the possible paranormal activity just made me more excited and nervous. I’ve had strange encounters in the woods before, even had a possible run in with the goatman once, so at the time I had a strangely apprehensive love of the woods.
Farms are WAY too close to the forest.
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