Rock Thrower of Colorado

Several years ago, my dad was in town on a break from work. My brothers, my dad, and myself decided to go on a fishing trip up to one of our favorite mountains, the Grand Mesa National Forest. On the way up, my brothers had made a joke about Bigfoot. You can obviously see where this tale is going… it wasn’t uncommon for us to bring up the subject of Bigfoot as we always talked about it when we were younger. We were all fascinated by the idea.
Upon the subject being broached, my brother had said something along the lines of, “It’s like your encounter dad.” I was confused and instantly asked what they were talking about. And so our story begins. For the sake of anonymity, I’ll call my dad Wayne for this story.
The town we live in is the very same town that my dad grew up in. Back when my dad was in his late twenties, he and his friends decided to go late night catfishing right off the Colorado River. They were fishing right off the bank and had a nice fire going – drinking beers, talking about girls, and who knows what else.
About an hour into their late night fishing trip, they heard a very loud splash in the water. Right away one of the first things they had thought was it must be a beaver slapping its tail in the water. Not long after, another loud splash occurred, but closer. “That sounded like a rock” one of them stated.
My dad and his friends walked to the edge of the water. They scanned parts of the bank that was not hidden in foliage. My dad looked into the river itself and on the bank on the opposing side. In the middle of the night, the moonlight cast some light – light enough so that my dad could see movement directly across from them on the other side of the river, even though it was in a dark shadow.
At that instant, a large rock landed just short of my dad’s feet, splashing him and his friend Chuck. Instantly, my dad knew it had come from the other side of the river.
This spot on the Colorado River is well over 400ft wide. I don’t know how many of you have tried to throw a golf ball-sized rock that distance, but it’s not easy. River rocks vary anywhere from 2 inches in diameter to 10 inches – the rocks that were being thrown were at least 10 inches in diameter.
As my dad and his friends were staring across the river, unable to detect the source of the rock thrower, another stone hurled directly at them. The group scattered as it hit the soil in between the four of them.
One of them grabbed the cobblestone, using both hands to do so. Slowly, they all went back to the fire. There was a moment of silence as none of them knew how to react. Finally, Lopez spoke, “Who the hell can throw a rock that big across the river?” An obvious question but one they were all thinking.
A few moments passed and it seemed to stop. They began to loosen up a little bit, enjoying their beer and almost getting to the point of laughing the incident off when out of nowhere, John screamed, “Wayne duck!” My dad dodged to the side as yet another large stone came all the way across and hit their fire pit. That was enough. My dad and his friends withdrew their fishing poles, jumped in the truck, and left.
They had talked a few times trying to figure out what it was that possibly could have been doing that. The verdict finally being that some kids must have come up with some sort of catapult and they were just too well hidden for them to see (though my dad never really accepted that explanation).
Well, you all guessed it, there’s a part 2 to this story as well…. At the end of the summer, a friend of my dad’s that we’ll call Tim, called my dad to see if he wanted to catfish by boat that night. Tim had gotten a new aluminum boat that he kept wanting to fish out of. Reluctantly, my dad accepted since he had turned him down all summer to hang out with him. It wasn’t because of the previous events that took place, those were pretty much in the back of my dad’s mind. Tim, even though he was a friend, got on my dad’s nerves.
It had been a full moon that night so they decided to hit the river with the boat. Most of the night had been pretty uneventful, catching a few fish, having a few laughs, and obviously having a few beers. It was the last leg of their journey when out of nowhere, something hit the boat. It was a very loud “ping” that shook both them awake in a half-dazed state.
“What the f***?” was all Tim could get out before there was a loud splash in front of the boat. They both looked around and it was there that my dad spotted it – on the south side of the river, was a large silhouette. The river’s pace had them just drifting along, but the moon and sky were so clear that my dad could see the figure (big, whoever he was or whatever it was).
The large silhouette bent over and grabbed another rock and hurled it their way, again striking the boat. Enough had been enough! My dad, not sure what to think, reached down and grabbed his 38 revolver. He knelt on one knee, aiming the pistol at the figure. It seemed not to care as it just kept slowly walking staying at the same pace as the boat.
When it bent down again, presumably to grab another rock, my dad fired a shot in the air. The figure rose suddenly, and in the same awkward throwing motion, hurled another rock which flew over the boat, splashing behind it.
My dad, fed up, fired again but this time in front of the shadowy figure, not trying to hit it, but definitely trying to scare it. It didn’t work, and the figure stayed side by side in pace with them.
Tim, being the cowardly type, was freaking out. My dad, also scared, was definitely curious as to just who the hell it was, why they were so big, and why they had been messing with them.
He would not get his answer, though, as the river began to pick up pace and in doing so, the silhouette sped up its walk in an effort to keep up with them. Finally, the figure just stopped and stared at them. My dad never stopped looking at the figure until it was out of sight.
So, you might be thinking, “Okay, your dad told you a Bigfoot story.” There’s a problem with that, though – if you know my dad, you know he is very down-to-earth. If my brothers and I tell him a story about how big a fish we caught was, my dad lowers its size even if he’s wrong. The point being, he under embellishes everything. Even when he told me this story, he made it sound like it was no big deal. The other problem with this is that my dad never made the correlation of the figure being a Bigfoot until about 30 years later when his friend was watching a documentary about Bigfoot with my dad. They saw when people reported the alleged habits of Bigfoots, that a common one is that they throw rocks.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my stories. These happened to my family, obviously not to me, but I thought I would share

train station horror

I live in a rural part of eastern Europe so seeing wild animals is my everyday life. But what has happened to me and my friend last full moon has completely shocked me.

We were quite bored so we agreed to meet at night to take a walk around the area. We went to the village next to ours, about 2 kilometers away.

There is an old train station there, it’s a place where we like to hang out. The road passed us quickly, because we talked and joked on the way. After we got there, we spent a few minutes on the station platform and decided to come back because it was getting quite late. As we walked along the tracks, we heard a voice behind us “hey you, there on the platform”, we turned around and saw nothing.

I thought that some kids are making fun of us, but after a while somebody laughed some 20 meters behind us. I turned around and saw the most terrifying sight in my life.

A strange creature similar to a dog but with hairy human legs and a head that resembled that of a vulture was kneeling beside the tracks. It was staring at us with his black eyes. After a few seconds, it opened its mouth and said, “hey you, come here.” At this point, we turned around and started to run as fast as we could.

We reached the nearest lighted street and we stopped. The strange creature was no longer behind us.

After this experience, we returned to our homes as soon as possible.

I have lived in this area for 16 years, I have seen wild boars, deer and wolves, but this thing did not resemble any animal known to me. Since then, I have never left home after dark.

My Room Isn’t Safe

I’m fourteen years old, my parents are divorced and my mother lives in Louisiana, and my father in Mississippi.

My mother’s house doesn’t have anything wrong with it, it’s my dad’s, which is odd since it’s a brand new house we built. But, that doesn’t seem to stop whatever the hell is in my room.

This all started when I was around 12. My friends who I’ll call Beth and Jane were sleeping over. It was around 2 a.m. when both Beth and Jane were asleep. I was about to fall asleep myself, and as I was I saw this woman pop up out of nowhere at the foot of my bed.
She was tall and lanky. Her arms were very long and bony, hanging loosely at her sides. Her hair was black and stringy looking like the way hair looks when you get out of the shower, stringy. She started to saunter over to me. I panicked and shut my eyes as quickly as I could. She was gone once I opened my eyes again.

I didn’t mention anything to Beth or Jane in case if they laughed at me, and or just tried to disprove me. After that nothing really happened, until another sleepover I had with just Beth. It was midnight or so, we had fallen asleep early since it was our last day of exams and we were beyond exhausted.

I’m a light sleeper, so when I felt Beth shift and get up, I opened my eyes.

“Beth where are you going?”

No response. After that, I figured she was sleepwalking, which was something she did often. She walked through the open door to my room, all the way to the front door in the den. She proceeded to try and open the door, and I tapped her shoulder.

“Beth what are you doing?”

She continued to try and open the door.

“I’m going to the lake.”

We had a lake near my house. I was kind of confused as to why her tired brain would decide to go there.


What she said next gave me chills.

Her head turned in my direction, and she whispered.

“Because she told me to.”

I was reminded of the lady I saw and vaguely remembered her hair being wet looking when I saw her. Which tied in with the lake.

I was pretty shook, and I managed to tell her we were going back to bed, and that she wasn’t leaving the house, and that was the end of it, we went back to bed.

I haven’t seen the lady recently, but I kind of feel her presence. It’s more welcoming than the previous encounters, but I don’t trust her.
Now there’s a new presence around me, a much more evil feeling one.

I was getting up to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and go to bed when I looked in my bathroom mirror I saw a dark figure in the corner, and as I saw it I felt this immediate feeling of dread, but I forced myself to ignore it and not feed into it. After a while of me wanting to shrivel up and die, the feeling went away. I barely managed to sleep feeling like I was being watched by something.

After this, I tend to see him looming in the corner, and I feel a very bad vibe like he wants to hurt me.

I don’t know what to do, and I’ve been keeping holy water next to my bed in case if I need to splash a bitch, but I haven’t had to.

The Shapeshifting Creature

I live in a small town in Ontario, which has it’s ups and downs. I was about 15 years old when this experience took place, and it has scarred me to this day. Living in place like Toronto, the crime isn’t high. I generally feel really safe where I live, not only since it’s a small town, but because this area wasn’t one to be trifled with. Crime wasn’t a biggie in these parts, and so I trusted almost everyone. Almost.

My house is located at the edge of my neighborhood, and across from my house is a small park. Behind that small park is a field, that has many hills, and a forest behind it. It is really quite beautiful, especially during the summer and fall. Canada is generally cold, and sometimes really does live up to it’s stereotype. I’m an outdoorsy kid, when the chance arises. Most of my time is spent playing video games in my room, but I don’t mind walks in the forest out back.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, which turned out mild and cloudy. Having grown up in British Columbia, I absolutely adored the rain and thunderstorms. I took the time to put on a hoodie, and joggers, and went on a walk. I set course for the woods, me being the adventurous type. Keep in mind, the forest was quite dense, but it wasn’t too big. As I approached the edge of the forest, I felt rain drops. It had started to rain, and it sounded as though it was picking up fast. I entered the dense tree line, and made my way through the woods.

I am no stranger to these woods either, I have been in them with friends a few times. Because of these older times, I have already discovered a homeless shack that was constructed in the forest. It had an old mattress, a makeshift bed, and even some torn up clothes hanging from wires that were strung across the roof. The shack was abandoned though, no one inhabited it, or even touched it for a long, long time.

I thought it would be pretty cool to take shelter from the rain in this little structure, as I love feeling cozy, and being in the great outdoors. I ran inside the shack, and listened to the sound of the rain tapping against the wooden boards. It was amazing. I felt so refreshed and alive, up until I noticed a horrible smell.

I looked behind me and noticed something that was never there before. A dead raccoon was laying on the bed, insides spewed out and -what looked to be- torn out. I backed away suddenly, but the sight wasn’t enough to disturb me. I’ve seen dead animals before, and they don’t phase me that much, as cruel as that sounds. I automatically came to the simplest conclusion, telling myself that an animal must have taken shelter here as well, and well, had a bite to eat.

That didn’t make comfortable though, and all the love for the rain had quickly diverted to worrying. I worried that this animal might come back soon, since the corpse looked fresh. I took in the sight and smell of the pouring rain and luscious trees, and got ready to leave, when a noise startled me. Over the pattering of the rain, a new sound came from behind the shack. Twigs and branches snapping underfoot, but it didn’t sound like normal footsteps.

They were heavy, as if a large man was walking across the foliage. The shack was small and compact, and it was just basically one big room. This left no room to hide, so with some quick thinking, I ran out into the forest ahead of me, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. I didn’t hide and inspect the culprit, because I was too afraid of the unknown. I just kept running.

I was halfway across the field, when I finally looked back. I honestly didn’t expect to see something, but I ended up seeing a tall, looming figure standing by the treeline. It scared the hell out of me. From my quick glance, I could tell that it was huge, I’d say about seven feet tall. It had long, slim arms and legs, and had eyeless sockets. I kept running, tears forming and descending down my cheeks as I ran. I remember tripping once, on some of the overgrowth in the field area. That was the moment I thought I was going to die, genuinely.

I managed to pick myself up, and got to my house. I slammed the door shut, and locked it. I closed all the windows and blinds, even though it was broad daylight, and my blinds were very thin. I started crying on the couch, and my mom came over to my aid. I just decided to tell her that I had ruined some of my clothing that I loved from the rain, because I slipped on some mud and fell on the ground.

My parents did spoil me, and always treated me like a child. Even though I was fifteen, my mom would have never turned me down for crying over something like ruined clothing. I thought whatever I saw was just some sort of nightmarish illusion, and I knew       I wasn’t going to sleep tonight.

The experience didn’t end there though, as what happened next tops everything in the forest. I had been on my computer, playing games with my friends, just trying to forget the whole experience. My mom was out at work, and had been for a while. She usually comes home around dinner time, and makes dinner while I, you guessed it, played more video games.

I was playing on my computer when I heard noises downstairs, like footsteps, and things moving around. I assumed since it was around dinner time that my mother had come home and was making dinner. After a few more minutes, I heard a call from downstairs.

“Dinner’s ready!” Came a voice, all to familiar. Something told me not to go down there, and I swear, this feeling hits me every time I recall this experience. I got up from my chair, and I opened my door.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes, just finishing up.” I called down.

“CHRIS, NOW!” That did NOT sound like my mother. It had her voice, but it was deeper, raspier. I knew it wasn’t her. My phone suddenly vibrated, and a text came in. It read, “I’ll be home in a few minutes” My heart sank. It was from my mom.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I dashed into my room and closed the door. My door doesn’t have a lock, so I went to my closet, and closed myself in. My heart was pounding, and I did my best not to whimper. Something opened the door to my room.

Peeking through the crack of my closet, I watched as my mom entered the room. I knew it wasn’t her though, since my mom didn’t have eyeless sockets, and red stains around her mouth, with her jaw extended. I covered my mouth, and I thought it was all over.

“Chriiiiiiissss….” It moaned.

A loud noise seemed to jolt the creature’s head up. The sound of the door slamming, and my mother coming in. The creature rushed out of the room, and I heard a window open in the hallway. The thing threw itself out the window, apparently my mom didn’t hear it. After a few minutes of silence, I came out, and went downstairs. I was skeptical when it came to seeing my mom, but eventually I came to terms that she was my mom.

The event still sends chills down my spine, and really gives me nightmares. It was truly a horrifying experience. We moved out of that house, and we are now living downtown. No one believes me.



The day I ran into a Afanc

To start this story you need to do a bit of backstory, I live in Wales which is in the United Kingdom and in Wales their is not really got any monster sightings or anything like that, so when I had this experience I was surprised.

It was a hot summer afternoon, I was outside in my homemade gym ( which consisted of a small shed with a few weights in it).  I have two dogs, both Border Terria and just love being in an area where they can run so I decided to bring my workout on the go.

Near my house, there is a large area of woods which are private but my grandfathers friends own it, so I’m basically aloud to do what I want in there and I can let my dogs of the leash for a run around. Once I got in the woods, I was greeted with silence, strange I thought to my self normally  you could hear all types of birds but I brushed it off because it didn’t set off any alarms bells in my head.

About twenty minutes into the walk I saw the familiar pond which I let my dogs have a swim in and I can have a rest from all the walking, strangely my dogs were not really happy about going into the pond, that time I few alarm bells were set in my head, so I didn’t want to stay long and that’s when I noticed it, in the corner of my eye I saw a weird looking figure . It was small and hunched over by the over side of the pond, at first I thought it was a Fox but then it dove into the pond and it disappeared, so I got up and booked it, calling my dogs to come and follow me which the gadly did.

A twenty minute walk turned into a five minute run, but something made my stomach drop one of my dogs were not following me put standing, cowering in the middle of the path, so I decided to run back and pick her up. When I reached her, I looked back to where I just ran from, and that’s where I once again saw the creature however it was about twelve feet in front of me, I could see it as clear as day, now that it was closer I could see that it looked like a reptile beaver with a long tail. When our eyes matched, it let out a ear piercing scream and ran back towards the pond, I was frozen for about five minutes, I was terrified and amazed at what I just witnessed, I was brought back to reality when my other dog rubbed against my leg which frightened me at first. I picked her up to and ran all the way back to my house.

Like everyone else who witnessed a monster sighting, I didn’t tell anyone, it was a couple months, when at a family party, I was talking to my grandmother, we were speaking about welsh folk tales when she brought up the Afanc, a crocodile like beaver creature which is the perfect example to describe what I saw,the only thing that doesn’t make sense to me is that Afancs are usually in Lakes not ponds. I told her about my experience and she told me it best not to go back in those woods. So I warn all travelers who wish to walk Wales beautiful landscapes to be careful because u never know who or what is watching.