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.

Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.

It was amazing.

The sound of nature was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to play outside. By this point, though, it was dark out, and Aunt Jane told me not to play outside until tomorrow. I was disappointed, but I soon got over it when we walked into her house. It was huge. I was used to our small one story, one bed two bath house and wasn’t expecting Aunt Jane’s 2 story 4 bed 3 bath house. She showed me to the room I’d be staying in and introduced me to my uncle, who we’ll call Dillon.

He was a giant compared to me aunt, standing at 6″0 and weighing 192 lbs. He was friendly and young as well, and we got along great. The room I was staying in had a small twin bed with a pink and yellow striped blanket and stuffed animals for me to play with on one of the shelves. I was so happy. I fell asleep easily that night. When morning came, my aunt suggested that we go shopping. We stayed out all day until dark, so I couldn’t play outside.

This kind of thing went on for the next few weeks, Aunt Jane either finding things for us to do inside or us leaving the house until dark, so I never got a chance to explore the property. One night, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak out to play outside after everyone went to sleep. Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon both slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and the one I was in was staying in was downstairs. I waited until about 2:00 AM, then I snuck out the front door with a flashlight and began walking around the property, though, something about it felt different.

I could hear sounds of nature from the bedroom window, frogs and crickets, and could feel a light breeze whenever it was open, but now that I was outside, everything seemed still. No sounds, no wind, no nothing.

I continued walking, until I felt something grab the back of my leg and pull me to the ground. When I turned around, I saw something that still gives me chills writing about today. It was tall and inhumanly thin. It was completely pale white, and had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a dog. It was at least 7 feet tall and easily towered over me. It had no fur, no hair, no eyebrows, just completely naked. It’s genitals were covered by a brown skirt type of thing, seemingly made of tape and twine. I locked eyes with it, and it let out an almost human scream.

It was the most painful sound I’ve ever heard, and it still gives me nightmares to this day.

Immediately, I turned around and booked it to the house and ran inside. I locked every door and shut every window and ran up to Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon’s room, woke them up and told them everything. They didn’t do much else besides tuck me into bed and tell me everything would be alright, but it didn’t help. For the next few nights, I would hear things scraping at my window, intentional sounding knocks, or that same scream from the woods.

The room I was staying in had no curtains or blinds, so every time I heard something I would look to my window and see nothing.

A week of this goes by, and I hear the scream again. This time, though, it’s right at my window. I look to see that same creature looking directly at me, smiling wider than I thought possible. It began to knock loud and hard on the window, and I grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran to the bathroom.

I locked the door, too scared to even run to my Aunts room.

There were no windows in this particular bathroom, and it was the smallest one in the house. I threw my pillow and blanket into the tub and began to cry, I didn’t get any sleep and came out of the room the minute I heard Aunt Jane’s voice that morning. I told her everything, and she believed me. She told me that’s why she didn’t want me out there, that there are some things in this world you can’t explain, and shouldn’t try to. I just wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn’t. My aunt ended up moving me to a different guest room upstairs, and I felt safer.

This room had drapes, and was also higher off the ground, out of reach of that thing.

The next month went normal, and I actually had a lot of fun. I did so much there, and I forgot all about the thing I saw earlier in my visit.

Then comes the last day of my stay there, it went great, We went to a waterpark about an hour away, got ice cream, and watched movies together. I was so sad that I was going to have to leave soon. I went to bed as normal, only to be woken up my a loud bang outside my window. Hesitantly, I opened the curtains and looked down. There, I saw it. Knocking on the window of the room I previously stayed in, and looking up at me. It pulled its hand up and began to wave. It then mouthed the word “goodbye,” and took off running into the woods.

I haven’t told anyone except my aunt and uncle about this experience, and I don’t plan on doing so. I now understand why Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon sleep upstairs.

Something in the School

(This happened a couple of weeks ago) It was 9:30 P.M and I was just getting home from hanging  out with a friend. When I entered my house I noticed that my Aunt Jackie was visiting with my cousin Alec, I said “Hello” smiled and waved at them as I walked through the living straight to my room. I was tired and wanted to shower. After my shower I was on my laptop at my desk when I got a knock at the door. It was my brother, he asked if I would go out and throw a football or a frisbee around with him and Alec.

It was late and they would only be allowed to go out if I went with them.

I fought my tiredness and agreed to go with them, at this point it was around 10:40P.M. Keep in mind my brother is nine and my cousin is 14 and I am 19, I know it’s a big age gap between my brother and I, but thats how it’s always been. Anyways, back to us throwing the ball around at the park. After a few rounds of tossing the ball back and forth I got bored and I could tell my brother and Alec were too.

So I suggested we go to a 7-Eleven that was down the street and I would treat them and buy them a couple of snacks and I would get myself something. They excitedly agreed and we went walking down the street to 7-Eleven. I asked if they wanted to go for a walk for a bit while we enjoyed our snacks and they said “yes”. We went walking down a couple of blocks, meanwhile Alec’s and I were catching up, since we hadn’t seen each other in years and kept walking until we reached my former high school and Alec’s current school.

We were walking down the block the school is on, past the football field when suddenly a police car pulled up on the side of the road a little ahead of us. It was a female officer, she unbuckled and hurriedly got out of the car.

She shouted at us, “SIT DOWN ON THE CURB”. Stunned and confused, I walked a little further and asked, “What?”, the officer said “I said SIT DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK CURB”. So we all sat down as she approached us. She looked us over and said to my brother, “a little young to be out this late aren’t we little one”, then she looked at me and said “Where are you guys coming from?”

I responded “Just down the street”, raising my iced tea in the direction of 7-Eleven. She asked If I was sure about that, shocked and almost insulted I looked up at her and said “Yeah? Where else would we be coming from?”(At this point another two police vehicles were pulling in on the side of the road.) She told us that they had received a call from the school security officers, that guard the school at night, that they noticed someone on the security camera monitor walking in the halls of various buildings and going into rooms.

But when they checked they didn’t find anyone and thats when they decided to call the police while they check if anything had been stolen.

And since it appeared to her that we were walking from off of the campus that we might be involved. Alec responded first before I could get a chance to say anything and said we hadn’t even set foot on the campus, I looked up from looking at Alec at the officer and told her the same thing and that we had gone to 7-Eleven prior and that was really it. She told us to wait while another officer goes to the security guards and confirms that nothing was stolen. We sat and waited for probably 35 minutes until finally we heard someone say something on the officer’s radio.

She looked at us while saying something inaudible to the radio and walked over to us.

And said nothing had been taken but they still needed to confirm that we hadn’t broken in. And were going to go through the security footage to see the whole situation from another perspective. This was ridiculous that just because we had been at the wrong place at the wrong time we were forced to be involved.

The officer asked for a number she could contact me on. I gave her my cell number and she told us to go home, that it was late. So we did, on the way home we agreed not to tell our parents because it would just make them worry. A week passed and I received a phone call, it was the officer, she had called to apologize. I was grinning ear to ear, knowing we had unjustly been stopped, until she told me that after they reviewed the footage for multiple hours they couldn’t find anyone on the footage around the time the call was made.

She also said the only reason they kept us there was because multiple security guards had seen multiple people walking in the halls, further giving them reason to suspect it was us. She said sorry for making us sit on the cold dirty sidewalk.

After the call ended I was really creeped out thinking, “If multiple people saw something, then what was it?”.

Stranger at the ballfield

This story happened two years ago, Me and a few of my friends had plans to go to the baseball field at night to sit on the bleachers and have a chat. We live in a town called Stephenville Crossing, in Newfoundland, Canada.

Me and my friends had texted each other to get ready, I was at Caitlin’s house, she is my cousin, and our friend Rae-ann was also with us. We texted our friends to meet up at the local canteen, Karl’s canteen, where many of us would buy candy and food.

We started walking to the canteen, it was about a ten minute walk from Caitlin’s house, so when we got there our friends had not made it yet, so we went inside to grab a few of their signature brownies. After standing around for a few minutes we seen our friends coming toward the canteen, yelling out to us.

They told us they wanted to grab a bag of candy so we waited for them outside.

A car pulled up to the canteen and a tall man in a suit, wearing a blue tie and a fedora got out of the car. Keep in mind that Stephenville Crossing does not have a large population, only about 1200 people, so we’re a town where everyone pretty much knows everyone else. So this guy was a stranger to us, and the way he dressed was off as no one in this town wear clothes that fancy,

we just assumed he was on vacation or from out of town. He looked at Caitlin and Rae-ann, smirked and said “Hello, darlings!” without even acknowledging me, and the way he said it with a raspy voice, in a tone that seemed seductive.

He walked into the store, as our friends were walking out.

One of our friends, Eric, had made a remark about the man’s fedora but we told him to not say anything too loud because of the creepy vibe the man had.

Halen, one of our friends, and his girlfriend, Hayley, had bought a family size bag of chips to share, but Hayley nabbed it from his hands for herself, so he didn’t bother to stick by her and came over by me to chat.

We proceeded to talk about our usual topic, comic books, in which we would often debate over whether Batman or Spider-man was better.

We walked passed our local bar, the cozy corner, which was the way to the baseball field, now the canteen was out of sight, and I hadn’t even thought about the creepy man anymore.

We then met up with Amber and David, who had been walking together down the street, we wanted them to come to the baseball field with us, they accepted and came along.

When we got there we seen our friends Brandon and Audrey, who are a couple, cuddling on the bleachers. We didn’t invite them to the baseball field but they were already there so we sat with them on the bleachers and ate our candy.

We always thought they were kind of annoying together, and gave them the name “Braudrey”, which we thought was funny. We also gave Brandon the nickname “Tough meh” because he believes that he is the toughest person in our friend group.

We seen a car turning in to the baseball field towards us. The baseball field is next to a forest and large bushes, so sometimes people go in the woods to have sex, or do drug deals, so sometimes at a time this late and dark people often drive up to the baseball field with their girlfriend or boyfriend to have sex, or multiple will drive up to deal drugs.

Due to this being a usual thing, we were not alarmed by a car pulling up, but once it got close enough we realized it was the car of the creepy guy at the canteen.

Amber,David,Brandon and Audrey did not know about this guy so we told them about how creepy he was, and how he was particularly interested in Caitlin and Rae-Ann. David, being the craziest of the group, jumped off the bleachers and started yelling and making noises like a shrieking cat.

The car then began to turn around and left the baseball field. We praised David for scaring off the creepy man, and laughed about how strange the man was, and once again made fun of his fedora.

About an hour later we decided to walk back to town, and instead of going toward the road we decided to take the trail through the bushes. I stood by Halen, I was once again explaining why Batman is superior in our fun little debate, and he also came to me about problems, as he was upset that Hayley only let him have a few chips from the whole bag.

Thats when I heard David and Amber screaming, they were at the front of the group. They were running back and yelling for us to run, and when we looked, there was the creepy man running toward us.

We all began running back to the baseball field, and decided to  run into the woods, which may seem like a stupid idea, but we were familiar with the woods and had many hiding places, and since it was at night it would be hard for him to see us.

Brandon had pissed his pants, the large wet spot was noticeable on his jeans, so much for “tough meh”, although our lives were on the line so it is understandable. We decided to stay hidden for about half hour, and then we all quietly left the forest and ran for the road to get under the street lights and by the houses.

We all hastily walked back to the main part of town, we all went our separate ways to go home, all agreeing that it would be a long time before we go back to the baseball field late at night.

Always Uneasy When I Visit

I was born 22 years ago in a small Colorado town an hour’s drive from both Farmington and Durango, just below Mesa Verde and a few miles from Ute Mountain. This was where I spent the first five years of my life before moving to Oklahoma. We still go back every year around summer for about a week or so to see family.

Now, the town being where it was, there was a heavy Native American population there and a reservation about ten miles away. Mostly Ute but a fair amount of Navajo as well. The culture was and still is very entwined into the town’s architecture and local art.

Now, as for the skinwalkers. As a child, I never learned the word or what it meant. Years later I came to learn that my mother (a white woman who had grown up well away from Native American culture and legend) always shuddered at the mention and hated the topic. She’s one of the ones who doesn’t necessarily believe in such things but she can’t be certain they aren’t real. I myself am a little more certain.

When I was younger (and even now, I think, because of these events) I had a crippling fear of the dark. The vulnerability of being in a place where you cannot see things that can see you just fine. The unknown.

One night, when I was about nine, I was over at another young boy’s house having a sleepover. The game room we fell asleep in had a large sliding glass door that faced out into an empty lot of dirt and scrub. It wasn’t uncommon to see a prairie dog town in full bustle there. But at night, the lot was a bleak and terrifying place. I had fallen asleep on the floor facing the window.

At some point I woke up to go to the bathroom, walking down the hall and doing so. On my way back to the small pallet I had on the floor, I looked out the door into the lot. Why I did, I don’t know, given my fear of the dark. From the faint moonlight I could make out a small form darting about from scrub brush to scrub brush, maybe a hundred feet away. Most likely a prairie dog or a rabbit. Dropping from out of the sky a hawk swooped down and pinned it just out of sight behind a patch of yucca. I was quite shocked by the sudden appearance of the bird, but not as much as I was by the man who crawled out from behind the patch on his hands and knees and stood up. In his hand was a small form dangling from its back leg.

Now, this man wasn’t dressed normally, as you may guess. From where I was I could make out that he was shirtless, wearing ratty looking pants and he didn’t appear to be wearing shoes. But most striking was his choice of headwear. On his head and going halfway down his back was what I could only imagine to be a full pelt of a coyote or a fox, with feathers tied to and dangling from the paws and tail.

He dropped the prairie dog/rabbit into a pouch on his waist and stood there for a few moments, looking around. He took a few steps away before stopping and turning to look at the house. At me. I don’t know for sure if he saw me standing there in the shadows of the room, but I know he looked directly at that glass door. He turned back the way he was walking, dropped to all fours and ran off, far more smoothly than most people would in such a manner.

I was frozen there for what seemed like hours but was more likely a few minutes. I heard my friend say my name behind me, him having woken up to pee and seeing me just standing there, staring out the door. He asked me what I was doing and I promptly told him it was nothing and laid back down. I didn’t sleep at all again that night. I could hear coyotes howling and yipping in the distance all the way to morning.

In the morning my friend and I went out into the lot, him to see prairie dogs and me to see what the hell happened last night. As I approached the yucca I noticed that there was blood on the ground and the leaves. Not much, but enough to notice at a glance. There was also fur and what looked to be a bird skull down at the base of one of the plants. But the thing I hoped I wouldn’t find was right there in front of me. In the dirt, there were very clear hand and foot prints leading out from the bush and away into the scrub, off toward Ute Mountain.

I never told anyone of this experience, and I never spent the night at that friend’s house again. Whenever we go back to visit family, we drive by that friend’s house on the way in. And every time, I shudder just a little bit when I think of that night.

I don’t know what I saw that night, but from everything I learned since then I think I saw what the Navajo call a Yee Naaldlooshii.

A skinwalker.

Sketchy Under Cover Police Men

one night, my friend invited me to a sleepover with another one of our friends. there are 3 boys in this story, me, Jacob, the host of the sleepover Nico, and our friend Mateo. we were 13 years old at the time and Nico wanted to go see a movie. we ended up going to see Jon Wick 1 at 12:00AM at night. the movie ended roughly at 2:30AM and we got back at 3AM. we were bored and had a lot of adrenaline from the movie so we decided to take off our shirts, (mind you it was the middle of Febuary and we live in Canada).

and we longboarded up and down the street that Nico lived on. once we did that 2 or 3 times we finally decided to go in and probably watch a movie, just to stay up all night. as we were about 15 second walk from the driveway of Nico’s house, Mateo stopped us and said “hey, look a car.. I think we should pick up the pase nobody usually drives at this time” so we started running this car was black, tinted wondows and blue headlights, the headlights were off until we started running, the head lights turned on but no sirens went off and he was atleast going 60km/h on a 10km/h block,

we didn’t know who it was or why they started speeding to us looking like he was gonna run us over, me being the bigger guy about 5’11” and 170 pounds was the last to get up the driveway.

I saw Nico and Mateo struggling to open the door I thought to my self “oh no, the door is locked and there are two guys coming” but it was the middle of Febuary and it was cold so I also thought that it could have been just frozen shut. as I was at the middle of the driveway now, 2 men dressed like homeless men stepped out and I turned and saw one put there hand in their coat reaching for what I thought was a gun at the time,

I didn’t see what he pulled out but when I got to the door I slammed it as hard as I could causing it to open and we closed it, and locked it as fast as we could, then ran upstairs to Nico’s moms room. balling our eyes out just thinking that we could’ve died. Nico’s mom went downstairs as the 2 men were still trying to get in, she opened the door and the two men screamed at her saying, “there are 3 boys who just broken into your house move lady” Nico;s mom then responded with “no, one of them is my son and he’s having a sleep over with two other boys”. her and the guys just stood there talking it out, when the men left Mateo, being the smartest of the group and dad being a cop said “hey, wait up!” the men came back and Mateo said, “whats your name and badge number”

they looked at eachother, paused and said, “listen that’s not important kid, go enjoy your sleepover” which got us frightened, Mateo chased them out and said “show me, now” and they both did, he took down the badge numbers on his phone and sent it to his dad. I checked my phone completely forgetting that I recorded the whole incident because I had a stupid little youtube channel that I posted little silly videos here and there.

so when I saw them on my camera roll I showed Nico and Mateo and we just laughed about it for the remainder of the night. 1 week later Mateo texted us saying that his dad looked up the badge numbers, and no one came up…. this freaked me out knowing that those two men weren’t really inder cover cops, and if I couldn’t have broken that door in, what could have happened to us……