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The Man

This story takes place a while back, I think I was either eleven or twelve at the time. I have this one friend who I’ve known since I was learning to walk. It was more of a forced friendship rather than anything, considering our parents went to school together.

One thing you should know about Lila is that her family is practically crazy. Her father claims to have been abducted by aliens twice, her mom keeps bug out bags filled with supplies such as food and water in her closet for when the government takes over, her brother thinks he’s half cat, and still does after graduating high school! And Lila is the worst of them all, she always go on and on about the demons and ghosts she see’s around her house, and her greatest obsession is something she calls ‘The Man.’ She goes on and on about him watching her through the windows of her house, and when he manages to get inside he stands at the edge of her bed and watches her sleep, which anyone would be creeped out by, I know I was.


the piper road creature

My name is Olivia, and about two years ago I finally escaped the hell that was my old home. I’ve lived on a road called Piper Road for almost six years, and through those years i’ve had many strange encounters and have seen some very disturbing things, but nothing can compare to the creature that stalked me and my friend for years. Piper Road was a quiet road, slightly out in the country, the homes were a good distance apart, but still within walking distance, my friends home was one house down from mine, so we’d often hang out with each other in the woods behind our homes. These woods were about three or four acres, and surrounded by dry vast fields that we’d have to run through to get to the woods. Because we’d go to the woods so often, we had gotten used to the strange growls and occasional footsteps coming from the thick brush beyond the thin trails. Me and my friend, Miranda, had once traveled off the trails once, to explore and hopefully find what was causing all of the strange noises and footsteps, but when we did, we couldn’t move, we had stumbled across an opening in the thick brush, where bodies of deer where piled on top of one another, their bodies were bloodied, and tore, with thick claw marks engraved in each. Limbs were also thrown around the surrounding area, and the same claw marks on the bodies covered the trees. A few moments after we found the bodies of deer we heard cracking and fast uneven footsteps, my friend grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the woods as we heard the footsteps fade and sharp growling in the distance. We asked each other about what that thing could’ve been, but nothing seemed to make sense, the only animal bg enough to take down all of those deer, and have claw marks that big would’ve had to been a bear, or a wolf at the least, but we live in michigan, and there are no bears or wolves that come down this far that we know of.

After that, we promised each other never to go off the trails again, and to never go into those woods alone. However, years past and she was in high school and I was in my last year of middle school, so we barely even saw each other, those promises we made were broken as I had decided to go into the woods alone one evening, I remember the time, seven-ten, the sun was floating just above the horizon, so it was still very light out. I had called a few friends as I walked around the woods, talking to them on the phone leisurely without fear, but to this day, I regret being so ignorant. As I ended my last phone call and made my way to the entrance to the woods to leave, I began hearing subtle noises, brush moving, strange hissing noises, but nothing too strange, until I was only about twenty feet from the entrance. I heard footsteps, not of an animal, they were in sync, one after the other, because of this I assumed they were human, so I called out to what I thought was my friend, “Miranda?” I questioned, but the footsteps didn’t stop so I called again, “Miranda is that you? c’mon this isn’t funny.” Then I saw it, only four feet ahead of me, as it began to walk out of the thick brush, it stopped, and I could see it. It was tall, maybe seven feet, but hunched over, with its arms hanging loosely from its sides, it was a strange color, the skin color was faded and had a freakish silver tint to it. As I stared at the beast more I slowly began to realise how inhuman it was, it arms were so long that as I traced them with my eyes I realised they touched the ground and sagged, it was also very thin, however because half of its body was covered by leaves I wasn’t able to see all of its face, what I could see was that its jaw was opened in an inhuman way and  was hanging disturbingly low and wide.


Won’t be visiting Aunt Jane

This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.

My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.

I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.


The Bluffs Monster

So this story happen’d around 2007 or 2008 and i was out with my dad and uncle (note i no longer have a dad) on some family land and this land had a lake, river, woods and bluffs.

We got there around noon and we unpacked and set out to go to the bluffs, which is about a 5 minuet walk down a steep hill and some mild wooded area.


Chased

My name is Orion Garner, and I was over at my friend Maxwell’s farm. I was over for a sleepover. We were playing video games in Maxwell’s room when his mom came in and told us to close the chicken coop, we complained because it was pitch black outside, somewhere around 10 pm, but we went out anyways because we did not want to look like wusses. Me and Maxwell searched around for the biggest flashlights we could find and went outside.

The road to the chicken coop was a long dirt trail about 50 feet long. Maxwell started playing rap music on his phone to make us more comfortable, but I was still on edge. As we got farther and farther from the porch light, the only light we had was from Maxwell’s phone and our flashlights. When we were about 30 feet away from the chicken coop, I felt like, when I was walking, I was getting farther away from the music that Maxwell was playing. SoI stopped and looked at Maxwell and he was not moving.


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