It was about 2 a.m. on a very cold night in northern Iowa. My friend Derrick and I had decided to do some late night exploring of a wooded area considered to have multiple sightings of unknown creatures. We drove Derrick’s car off the main road, onto a gravel sideroad, and about 50 yards in we stopped at an old gate. I jumped out of the car and saw that there was no lock or anything securing the gate to the post so I simply unlatched and pulled it open. We drove for about 2 miles, completely surrounded by thick forest, before we hit a dead end at a small clearing. There’s a lot of paths like this that branch off that main road and lead nowhere because they were temporary roads used for logging operations, and they make for perfect places to park your car unnoticed. We got out and started walking in a random direction just hoping to find something exciting. My friend Derrick brought his $500 drone with him and had been flying it above are heads as we walked along.
The locals in the neighboring towns call this area the “the crying forest” because there’s been many claims of people hearing “crying” sounds coming from deep within the woods. I’m not a very superstitious guy but this kind of stuff does get me creeped out, especially when the local police rarely patrol this area and warn people not to stray too far off the main road.
It was getting late, Derrick had put the drone away, and we started to talk about heading back to the car when suddenly we heard a loud wheezing sound, like the sound you make when trying to clear your throat, except this was a very deep and rumbling wheezing. I told Derrick to pull the drone out of his backpack and fly it in that direction. He got it up at least 60 feet, high enough to clear the trees, and we started walking towards the sound with the drone above.
I just recently moved to Arizona. Being someone who is a Christian, I’ve never once believed in something that couldn’t be caught using modern technology. Saying that it’s 2018 and I believe that if we wanted to find something- we would find it.
I was told never to repeat the word Skinwalker out loud. According to lore, Skinwalkers can hear them being called up to 200 miles away. Sounds ridiculous. But hear me out.
It was the Eve of Christmas Eve, 2018. My friends and I live in Payson Arizona and we went out north of town about 5-6 miles onto a trail out into an area secluded from the rest of the town. It was quite cold that night. I was layered up pretty well. We were all set on building a bonfire and having a few drinks.
This story is absolutely true and happened only a few months ago. Now I’ve encounted a lot of strange paranormal things in my life but nothing that terrified me like this thing.
It was a typical night, me and my family live in North West WA surrounded by national forests on highway 101 and at the moment we are saving up for a house and live in a huge 5th wheel.
Well as I was saying, it was a typical night, I had the kids to bed by 7pm and me and my husband had gone to bed at 10pm as usual. Well my youngest son had been waking up everynight at 3am for about two weeks and refusing to go back to bed so naturally I was tired. This night was no different, he woke up and crawled into bed with us laughing and wide awake. I got up put him back to bed with his brothers but no sooner had I laid down he was babbling and laughing again then began running around in the livingroom.
Now I know a lot of people may not believe this but I didn’t know where else to post this. Like anyone who listens to this we’re fans of scary stories. I chose darkness prevails to share this story because I think they do it the best. Anyway, I just never thought this would happen to me.
For some background, I am 18 and my best friend, her brother, and a friend of their families whose is also my friend, my best friend and her other friends moms were all on that trip. We went to Harry Potter World at Universal Studios in LA in early July 2018. Exciting as it was nothing bad happened until we were on our way back. We came back the night of the 2nd day, since it was a 2-day trip, and since we drove there we drove back.
A quick extra fact that is important to add is my parents are shamans, you heard me right shamans, they are not native but they use some of the native’s shamanistic elements. So, growing up with them has made me more open to the supernatural. I’ve also lived in the Nevada desert all my life so I know the wildlife pretty well.
This story takes place in Atascadero CA, My name is Cristian And my Nefu is Luke, Luke and i always like fooling around and like watching scary videos, such as mr nightmare and my favorite Darkness Prevails, a couple days before this expierence happened, Luke and i were on this kick about SkinWalkers, now we know this offends the Native Americans beacuse when focusing on them it brings negtive energy, but were white boys so we don’t give a shit of course, Luke and i started talking about them saying we don’t believe in them and laughing about them saying if your scared of a Skin walker your pussy,but that all changed the next night.It was 3:10 in the morning on a Monday, and i was in a deep sleep until Luke woke me tapping on my shoulder, what what!!! i asked, Luke told me to get out of bed and look out the window! he said theres a Skin Walker out there!! of course i didn’t believe him so i just told him to go back to sleep it was nothing, Luke told me peak from the blinds and look! so as a brave Uncle i was i got out of bed and Opened the blinds, and at first it was to dark to see, then i looked closer, and what i saw was fucking horrifying!!! The best way i can explain it, it had no eyes and no ears just a big fucking mouth!!!!!! it appeared to us to be a Skin walker, it looked native American! it stood straight up! and then it got down on four legs! it made a soft screeching sound and it looked directly at Luke and i! but it didnt attack! it just stood there! so i told Luke lets go back in bed! Somehow we fell asleep, the next morning we checked outside and of course it was gone, we haven’t seen that thing again and hopefully we won’t! for people who make fun of skin walkers don’t because they are real!
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Sam grabbed my arm and pointed near a tree and said Cody look it’s another deer. I looked all I could see was its antlers then we smelt something like burning fur and dead animals. It walked out from the big tree it wasn’t a deer looked like one. it but with a human face and claws and towerd over me I’m 6’10 its arms were skinny and bloody its legs were covered in mud and blood. As it got still we heard run. It was disturbed and distorted. The thing howled it sound like a wolf and some my buddy’s when we hung out near the tree line but sounded like it came from the devil himself. I grabbed Sam’s arm and screemed go. We ran as fast as we could we could hear it run behind us.
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