It comes at the worst times

I guess the correct way to start this is by saying that I’ve seen this thing and many others that most people would call creepy all my life I guess I attract them like a magnet.

Anyway it was 2010 and I just woken up from a nice nap in my living room and all seemed normal.

I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water then go back to bed. After filling the glass I heard Gracie ,my husky, start barking out back.

I assumed it was a squirrel or a cat so I didn’t bother investigating. After yelling at Gracie telling her to be quiet in fear of having the coss called on me by the crazy old lady that lives next door I went back to bed to lay down.

It couldn’t have been more than a 30 seconds after I fully layed in bed that I heard what I thought to be a piece of wood hit the side of my house. Now I knew someone was outside fucking with me so I did what I thought i should do which was grab my colt and waltz out my back door like a man ready to kill.

What I say was something I’ll never forget. Standing in the middle of my backyard is Gracie.

I saved that dog from a pound and brought it back to health I loved that dog more than anything but there she was standing like a human in my backyard.

I was shocked so naturally the first thing I did call her name.

As soon as I breath in to call for my beloved dog that I had knew so well this thing turned around and looked at me. I realized this wasn’t my Gracie this was far from it. As it turned around I saw that it was Gracie’s skin wrapped so tight around this things body almost perfectly covering it like a jacket but it was inches from the things eyes and Gracie’s head or scalp whatever your wanna call it was layed over this things skull like a hat.

I pulled my colt up and squeezed out all the rounds I had in it only after i had let the last one out did I step back in and run to my room to find the second mag i kept loaded just in case.

I hit the mag release and let the empty mag slide out and fall to the floor. I jammed the second mag into the gun and grabbed my knife off night stand. I was at the ready for this thing to come for me but nothing. I slowly walked through my house with my gun in one hand and my knife in the other.

I checked the whole house to make sure then I went outback again. The thing was gone but what I found…… It pisses me off to this day. My Gracie was torn to pieces I mean shredded but there was no skin left on anything and the wood hitting my house that woke me up was her dog house slightest all about the yard. Needless to say the cops came and i had to show ownership of my handgun.

I gave them some fake ass story about a robber killing my dog then when they left I sat and waited thinking of what I needed to buy to make sure I was ready when it came back.

I realized I shot it. Now I’m not saying I’m the best shot ever but I’m far from a terrible marksman now with my ar15 I can drill targets from 150 yards no scope.

So how could I miss a whole clip from 5 yards with a colt I built from the ground up to target shoot almost perfectly. Well I didn’t at least one round round its marl because there was a blood trail leading to the wood. I followed it for hours with an ar15 night vision scope and mounted flashlight ,the scope to see when I didn’t want anything to know I was there if i thought I got close and the flashlight to follow the blood.

I never say anything more than a couple birds. So to anyone that has a dog they love keep it in eyesight and keep protection near by or your beloved pet might end up like my poor Gracie.

And fair warning to any that live in Tennessee these things are real they live in the woods and when you hear gunshots deep in there just know someone like me that lost something or someone to those things went looking and found it just like I should’ve done.

And to you the one that took my Gracie from me if we cross paths again I’ll do you worse than you did her.

Backwoods Ghost Story

My name is Quintin and look I don’t care what people say, this is a real ghost story. When I was young I used to live in the backwoods of Pulaski, Virginia. I lived in a relatively large house and we lived rather close to my grandparents which being a kid, I thought was nice.

Ever since I was a kid there are days that I stay with my mother and some days I stay with my father, on this one night it was a day when I was with my mother and my grandparents came over who I will address as Paw and Granny.

Paw and Granny had come to the house and we decided to go out for Pizza, when we came back to the house after eating we all decided to go downstairs and watch T.V. so me, my mother, Paw, and Granny went downstairs and sat down to watch T.V.

When we went downstairs we were down there for about 25 minutes and there was one point where my Granny had to use the bathroom. She went up to the bathroom and after she was done she came down stairs milk white an told us all what happened.

She said that after she had used the bathroom she had stopped and look in the mirror to fix her hair and at one point she looked away from the mirror for one moment and she told us that when she looked back up, she said that there was a woman ghost in the mirror that looked my Granny dead in the eyes. My Granny said she wasn’t scared but very nervous and as she looked the ghost in the eyes, the ghost got what my Granny called a “warm smile” on her face and when my Granny turned around to look at her, the ghost was gone.

My Granny had come down stairs and she wasn’t shaking but she looked very uneasy and she was white as the daylight and she told us what she saw and my mother didn’t pull any of the stuff you see in the movies saying stuff like it was her imagination. My mother said she saw the truth in her eyes and that she clearly wasn’t lying.

We watch T.V. for about 20 more minutes and then they went on home. After hearing what my Granny said, being young I slept in my moms room that night andy grandmother hasn’t seen the ghost since we moved out of the house when I was 8.

I may not be living in that house anymore but my dad’s house is haunted so I am still in a haunted house to this day.

One thing weird about that house though is that even though being little I had never wtnessed the ghost but whenever I stayed in that house, I had a lot of nightmares night after night it was nightmares. It had finally stopped when we moved out. Read more “Backwoods Ghost Story”

That’s not a coyote

One night when I went to visit my parents in Sacramento something that will haunt me forever happened. My parents live in the middle of the forest with two neighbors, I had visited them and was driving along the trail to the main road with my sister when my car broke down. We called a tow truck and our dad to come pick us up, the trail takes about 10 minutes to drive along and we had about seven minutes to go.

We were talking when all of a sudden we went over a bump in the road, like we had hit an animal or something, My sister,dad and I got out of the car to see a coyote or something when all of a sudden it gets up, that was NOT a coyote it’s legs were about 5’0 long, we got into that car and started to drive obviously terrified, my sister who was in the backseat  suddenly shouts at my dad “D-dad D-d-drive FAST” I looked into the rear view mirror to see the thing was walking on its hind legs into the trees.

We turned back to go to the house where my mom and little brother were sleeping and didn’t leave for two days, when we told our little brother (he’s ten by the way) he said “Is that not normal I thought all simes did that” I have never been so scared in my life

The Rain Monster

I wouldn’t have thought something with the fictional-sounding name of “the Rain Monster” could actually exist within the local woods.

I was wrong.

Hi, my name is Xander Despenas. I’m 16 years old and live in Mason City, Iowa. My best friend, Hunter Tyler, is 14 (going on 15 on November 4, 2017), and he is the one that discovered the Rain Monster.

You see, the Rain Monster is a paranormal entity that appears normally when it is raining or overcast (hence the name), but does make brief appearances under other circumstances. The strange thing is, we have no idea as to what this thing’s origins are. Perhaps an angry spirit? Or something conjured through a Ouija board? We weren’t too sure then, but now we’re pretty confident that the Rain Monster is something much more demonic, something from the depths of Hell itself. We’ve done multiple investigations regarding this entity, and much to our surprise, a lot of evidence supporting the idea of this thing’s existence has come up in almost all of our documentations.

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This is probably the most controversial piece of evidence we have.

According to North Iowa Today, an unnamed 47-year-old man from Fairfax, Iowa (which is roughly a two and a half hour drive from here) was found dead in his car in front of the woods the Rain Monster is located in. Medical examiners had claimed his passing on was due to self harm. (Read the story here: http://northiowatoday.com/2015/10/30/man-found-dead-in-mason-city-park/)

Now, it’s weird enough that a man would drive almost three hours from home to kill himself, but this is where it gets weird. You see, throughout our investigations, we had come across some interesting and disturbing things in those woods, including a shredded couch, a shovel, and a rope tied to a tree. We’d always thought somebody had committed suicide out there, but one question always came up: if someone hanged themselves out in the woods, who buried them? What was the shovel for? It was such a roadblock for us that we could never get by. But after we heard of the suicide in front of the woods, a new question came to mind: was it the Rain Monster that caused it?

There is an outline of small trees and tall grass just before you enter the woods. This is what we’ve called the “Border to Hell,” because we have discovered that the Rain Monster cannot (or at least will not) go past the border. But what about the suicide? And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where the theories get even more believable.

I’ve recently been thinking about this whole thing, and I’ve finally thought of a good question: what if the man didn’t commit suicide, and instead the Rain Monster got to him? But that would mean the Border to Hell would have finally been broken, and the Rain Monster would be able to expand his territory heavily. This is where the problems are starting.

I will update you on any new encounters with the Rain Monster or any updates on its whereabouts.

Caladh na Cu Sith ( kala-na ku shee)

Caladh na cu sith: “harbourer of the abyss”

This happened to me only last summer.  I live in a small fishing town on the East coast of Scotland. I was fifteen when this happened, but I am sixteen now.

In Scotland, there are many celtic myths surrounding waterways, such as the sea, rivers and of course, the ubiquitous Loch.

Such myths include Sirens, Banshees or Ban-sith as it is known in Gaelic, The Blue men of Mich, which hide in the waters between the mainland and the island of Orkney, looking for sailors to drown, Kelpies, which are supernatural water- dwelling horses, Knifehead, which has inspired many films such as pacific rim, which is a man who has the head of a swordfish and comes ashore to murder fishermen.

But then there is something far worse – Caladh Na Cu Sith.

This monster is a sort of boogeyman type thing – traditionally used as a story to keep children away from harbours and the seas so they aren’t lost to a watery grave. Even I remember being told the story as a boy.

As the story goes, the Caladh Na Cu Sith, which is translated to “Harbourer of the abyss” is a half-man half- eel that lies in shallow waters and waits for small children to approach it, thinking it is a stick or driftwood.

when the child gets too close, the Caladh weill snatch the child and drag them to sea, where it will feast on its flesh.

This used to terrify me and many other children when I was small, but now we all seem to pass it off as a joke and used to it scare our younger siblings. this was how I perceived it, until about a year ago;

My town was small, but i had a good ring of friends from my school just down the road. We had all grown up with each other and enjoyed each others company.

In the summer, when we were off school after our exams, we used to head “oot on the toon” which more or less means to go drinking with your friends in the evening. In our little group was me, my best mate Jamie and two girls, Morag and Una. I fancied Morag really badly and I tried to impress her the whole time, in that cringey way that horny, testosterone – filled boys do.

The sun was setting but it was still warm. a slight haar was pulling in over the harbour and the tide was receding. We went and got some chips from the local shop, whilst jamie and i smuggled in some cans of cider. Jamie and I had decided that tonight was going to be the night that were going to get some “action”.

we met the girls  at the docks and made our way down to the shore.

The way the Harbour was set up meant that you walked down a small red-brick road to the main harbour, which housed most of the fishing boats.

then you turned left up onto a stone bridge that brought you across to an abandoned lighthouse. if you went beyond the lighthouse, there was a small, rickety wooden dock that had not been used since the 1880s and was in a severe state of disrepair and was out of bounds to the public.

We walked up to the lighthouse and sat on the rocks at the bottom whilst we ate our chips. we laughed and joked and there was a fair bit o’ flirting and touchy-feely, if you know what i mean.

But just as we were getting down to business, a stench of dead, rotting, putrid fish sank through the air.

we had smelt it enough times before, but this time it was a lot more…menacing. It didnt seem to go away. It was strange to be smelling dead fish at this time in the evening  – usually the boats leave at about dawn on monday and don’t come back until midnight on a thursday, and today was tuesday.

Una, the girl hanging off of jamie’s arm, said that she felt sick and wanted to go home. royally pissed about the whole situation, Jamie wanted to go too and asked if she needed accompanying.

the two left Morag and I in an awkward silence. she then went on the say that she was glad they had gone, because now we could have some more time together – alone.

We went up the Lighthouse and looked out at the last slivers of sunset as we finished our cider. We were just casually chatting about rather personal things when a splash of water caught my attention.

Morag heard it too, so i wasn’t imagining things.  We went to look out at the pier, but saw nothing.

Thinking that it might be someone who was stuck in the water, we went down to investigate. Silently i was hoping it was, so i could show off my heroics to Morag. But it wasn’t.

The haar had thickened now, and you couldn’t see anything more than five metres in front of you. We were about to leave, when the splashing continued. I walked over to the pier. the smell of rank fish returned.

I looked out onto the pier and my heart sank.

I am about 6″3, which is quite tall here, but this thing was at least eight feet tall. It was standing on the end of the pier, salt water dripping off of its multiple extremities.

it’s skin was scaly and brown and most of it was covered in sea bladders. its eyes were sunken and lifeless and it had a gaping, crack whole where its mouth would have been.

the  haar surrounded most of it and i could only see its head, arms and shoulders. it made a horrific clicking noise interrupted by hissing. steam rose from its face, if you could call it that. I ran back from the pier. Morag was clearly distressed – she had heard it too.  we ran until we got to the centre of town.

We never told anyone and it still remains a secret. i have no doubt that what i saw was indeed the Caladh Na Cu Sith. Morag and i don’t really see each other anymore and jamie moved away. this experience will forever haunt me.