Night in Scaryvile

In my old home town, there are hundreds of legends and ghost stories. A haunted bar downtown, a witch in the park next to a school, a phantom jogger down one road, creatures, specters, you name it, this town had it all. I will admit that I’ve had my fair share of unexplained events living there when I was younger, but nothing can really top my visit to Scaryville.

Scaryville, of course, isn’t the actual name. It has always been called that since I could remember and no one really calls it by it’s real name. Even as children, it had it’s own nursery rhyme:

Scaryville, Scaryville

Spend a night in Scaryville

Meet the ghosts, pet the hounds

Sleep six feet underground

Scaryville, Scaryville…

The song would continue with more verses of how you would meet an untimely end or what’s waiting for you in the titular town. From first glance, you would never suspect a small village like this would be the subject of many children’s nightmares and countless teenager’s dares. It sits in the bottom of a valley, with only a scattering of buildings and houses surrounded by farmland. Almost like a Rockwell painting. But it’s the history that gets people frightened.

See, while my town only had urban legends, Scaryville actually delivered. A priest that killed children in a church across from the schoolhouse, a boy dying of hypothermia in that same schoolhouse over a winter break, a teenage girl drowning in the river trapped inside her truck on prom night, a scientist that experimented on dogs on that same river, it just gets crazier the more you look into it.

It’s because of this history that has made Scaryville quite the hotspot for teenagers and thrillseekers. On Halloween, teens would spend the night at a child’s graveyard, sometimes performing rituals of some kind. Break into the schoolhouse and church on a dare to stay there till morning. Others, like myself, were just genuinely interested in seeing something there and one fateful night, I did.

The events that happened that night had to be real because I brought my best friend and his younger sister. Us guys had known each other for years, since middle school. We were fresh out of high school and in the midst of finding jobs and figuring out our lives. One hot summer night, I approached my friend, let’s call him Carlisle, and suggested we go to Scaryville. He was initially hesitant to the idea, late at night, middle of the country, he kept saying he didn’t want to be out so late but I knew that he was scared. If it wasn’t for his younger sister, let’s call her Hailey, he might have just stayed home. But she persisted and next thing you know, we all piled into my car and drove into the night.

The drive to Scaryville is creepy enough, like I said: it’s in the middle of nowhere. And with a full moon behind the twisting and knotted trees, it couldn’t have been a more perfect night.

We arrived, driving in on the one road into the village. We saw behind some dead trees the schoolhouse and the church. Obviously our first stop. I pulled off to the side of the road and parked and we got out and looked around. We didn’t go inside either building, the doors were locked and the thought of breaking into haunted locations were more than enough to deter us. Hailey said she saw a light coming from the belfry in the church. Carlisle and I looked but didn’t see anything. Perhaps a reflection from the moonlight, we suggested. We got back into the car and drove to the site where the girl drowned.

It was even more secluded than the church and schoolhouse, the bridge where the truck ran off the road. It seemed the farther we looked into Scaryville, the darker and more ominous it became. I shook off my uneasiness and turned on the radio, to lighten the mood. The bridge wasn’t anything to write home about, but this was where the girl died and we got out and looked around again.

Our trip seemed fruitless until again Hailey piped up, “What’s that?” We turned to where she was looking and saw a pair of headlights on the far end of the road. It was the dead of night, anybody who would be anybody would be asleep by now and even if not, why were they just parked in the middle of the road? Not moving. Nothing that light could reflect off of, no houses nearby. Just headlights.

Carlisle, I could tell was getting weirded out, but my initial reaction was curiosity.

“Let’s take a look,” I said.

Carlisle asked for us to go home but I reminded him that I have the keys so what I say goes. We got in the car and advanced to the headlights, which were still beaming at us.

I drove slowly, almost as if I was afraid that I was gonna scare the headlights off. We all leaned closer to the front windshield, trying to decipher what was going on. We got about 50 feet in front of this car and then, the lights went out. Darkness surrounded us. Nothing was there. There was only the one road, no turn offs, we were all dumbfounded by this… thing.

Now that something was happening, I knew what our next stop had to be, the children’s graveyard just beyond the way. I accelerated, fueled by my own excitement and we drove into the night. About a minute passed and the headlights returned. Only now, they were behind us and flashing. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.

They stayed off, nothing was behind us. I asked the two other people in my party if they saw that.

“How could we not, dude? They were right behind us!” Carlisle said in a shaky voice.

“Where’d they go?” Asked Hailey.

Before I could answer, I saw it. The graveyard. It was a small plot of land on the edge of a hill, it was old and time had taken over the graves. Most of the graves belonged to children, that was the creepiest part.

Thinking about how many children’s skeletons were under our feet, I hesitated to get out. But I did anyway, we were here to see something and the activity was just starting. Once again, we walked around, clearly closer than before. I had a bad vibe, something wasn’t right here.

We looked at a few of the graves, some of the kids were 5, 8, 14, one wasn’t even born or had a name. Just… Baby. God this was creepy. But not as creepy as what I heard next, a giggle. A child’s giggle. I stopped for a second to look at my friends who were staring back at me with large eyes. What the hell was happening? We stood there for a second until we heard movement in the nearby cornfield. I shifted my gaze and concentrated, I could see… kids running. Running around in the cornfield, as if playing a game. Giggles became more audible the longer we stood.

“Come play” I heard a voice say.

“No, hide, he’s coming” I heard another say.

“Run!” A final voice said.

We bolted into the car as I heard a low growl coming from behind me. I fumbled with the keys, trying to keep my composure, taking deep breaths. I turned the ignition and slammed the gear shift into reverse, without looking behind me. I turned my car back towards down the hill and put the car in drive and stepped on the gas, but nothing happened.

“Let’s go!” shouted Carlisle.

“I’m trying!” I shouted back, aggravated and scared.

The car was dead, it wouldn’t turn over. I tried again and again but it wouldn’t start.

“Guys…” Hailey squeaked out, we looked at her and saw her face streaming with tears as she looked out her side window. We looked and we saw it. A black… mass. It didn’t have a definitive shape but in the moonlight we saw it. Tall, black, and coming towards us. My urgency to start the car heightened as I kept my eyes on that thing. It wasn’t walking, more like… floating towards us almost mockingly slow. Like as if it knew it had us and was just taking it’s sweet time. It got so close to us that I thought I saw breath coming from it, my heart was racing harder than ever.

The car lurched forward and we started rolling down the hill, Hailey let out a short scream and within seconds, the car started and I gained control and hit the gas hard as we sped out of Scaryville.

I didn’t stop a second until we got back to their house, we were silent the whole way back. I parked outside their house and we just sat. A few seconds passed and we opened the doors and exited. Dust puffed and danced in the air that was plastered to the car, driving around in the country earned me a stop at the carwash. I’ll do it in the morning, where it’s safe. We didn’t know what to say to each other, or if we wanted to say something. To confirm what happened would only make things worse, I thought.

Carlisle gestured inside and I nodded, we started walking to his house when Hailey stopped and turned to the car.

“Forgot my bag” she said.

She took a few steps and then stopped and let out a short scream. Carlisle and myself turned to her and saw something that I will never get out of my head. On the back of the car was a bunch of tiny handprints. Child’s handprints. Almost as if they were behind the car pushing us.

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.