I move, but this haunts me whenever I visit.

When I was younger, sometimes at night I would hear weird noises at my old childhood home, which was in a country town in Wisconsin, with a population of almost 10,000. I would hear or sometimes see things at times when I was living there. It would range from weird scratching, knocking, weird animal noises, all the way to seeing bright glowing eyes constantly peering out from the darkness of the thicket in between the houses from across the street. I honestly don’t know what it was, but almost at least once a week, at night I would see the eyes. Here where it gets weirder for me. See sometimes I would run back and forth in the kitchen since I wouldn’t be allowed to go out at night past 9:00 pm and I needed to get my energy out since I have ADHD and I don’t have a good outlet for it. But anyway, one night as I was dancing around a little, my dad asleep on the living room couch having passed out from coming back from work, and I had my earbuds in with the little lamp that sat on the corner of the kitchen counter on.

When I was doing this I saw something out of the corner of my eye as I was turning around, it was just almost out of my peripheral vision. I stopped and turned back to the window, which was in front of the sink and faced outwards the street. From what I saw the ‘thing’ I saw seemed like a doggish like figure. It was kind of an ashen grey color, with short hair that looked like it was almost non-existent, the ears sorta clipped at the tips and you could sorta see its ribs and it stopped near the street light. I had initially thought that it was a stray dog or a dog that had escaped the shelter, as that had tended to happen a lot because of the terrible funding the shelter had. The street lamp that was at the corner of the sidewalk washed over the dog as it edged closer to the honey-yellow light and I could see that it didn’t look right. Like not sickly looking, but sorta unnatural in a way that people need to take a double take to confirm what they had just seen. The dog was indeed an ashy grey color and did look to have clipped ears like I thought before, but its mouth looked weird like it was awkwardly stuck in a crooked position. You may think the dog may have been in an accident or from an abused home, but you see most dogs who have bodily problems like that usually were put down because many of them couldn’t eat or live properly without assistance and the shelter couldn’t afford that sorta thing at the time. And many people didn’t want to adopt a dog like that. So it was already weird to see a dog with that physical issue walking around and without a collar, and no owner. I had taken out my earbuds at this point and opened a crack in the window, I don’t know why really, maybe to call to it or maybe I thought it would let me see it better.

As I opened the window it seemed to have heard the noise and turned it’s head face me, which thinking about it now was practically impossible cause it barely made any noise besides a light scuffing sound as I pushed it open. As the thing faced me I saw something very disturbing. It’s teeth, it’s fucking teeth, they weren’t canine-like, they were like humans but arranged to fit the ‘dog’s’ mouth. And its eyes were huge and fucking red, not an amber red color or reddish brown color, but a fucking glowing reddish color, like when you use to flash a camera at someone and their eyes flash red. It fucking smiled at me, well I think it tried to smile, but the jaw was still at the awkward position and it’s weirdly long tong lolled out. In a calm panic, I quickly shut the window, hard, and locked it. That seemed to make it stop staring, it tilted it’s head toward me one last time before shutting its mouth, and dashed out of the street lamps light and up the darkness of the street ahead. I vaguely recall that it didn’t have a tail, or maybe it was a really stubby one. I can’t say for sure, but I don’t want to remember. Cause I know that many skinwalker stories have it were they have no tails, and I don’t want to believe it is one. I really really don’t.

After this encounter I locked all the windows and locked all the doors at night, and kept at least one light on everywhere I went. I was really scared for a whole straight week because I would hear scratches at the garage door, which had another door that was connected to the front of the garage that you have to get to get to the garage door inside, and/or the front door near the living room. The other noises started 3 days after the scratching started and refused to look out the window or open any of the doors or windows. My dad never heard anything, he’s a really sound sleeper and can’t wake up to save his life in a dead sleep. After the 7th or 6th day the noises stopped, but the stupid distorted animals noises, a mixture of a dog, a screeching bird, and something else remained until the last day. After the 7th day, nothing ever like that happened ever again though sometimes at night I would see the red eyes or hear a distant animal noise. But never close enough for me to feel like it was targeting me.

I stayed at that house for another year or so before I moved to moms for other reasons unrelated to this. But half a year ago I started to hear growling noises near my window. But they weren’t of any distinctive animal. Like it was inhuman but animalistic if that makes any sense.

I’m scared every once and awhile, and constantly paranoid at night, making sure everything is locked or there’s a light on in that room before I do anything. But I haven’t heard anything or seen anything since…..What do you guys think?

dessert stalker

let me start by saying i have no clue what this thing was. im skeptical about every supernatural being and am a still not completely convinced that this was a skinwalker or fleshgait or whatever you wanna call it. anyway, We take a family trip to Arizona every year to stay with my uncle and just get away from city life. As a young kid I loved these trips but was always too scared to go outside with the adults at night. Well when I was 17 I thought I was invincible and the coolest mother fucker ever so I decided to steal one of my uncles cigarettes and go smoke outside one night. He lives in the middle of god knows where and you can always hear animals just out of sight of the porch lights. I love nature and sounds like bushes moving don’t really scare me bc it’s probably a rabbit or a bird or something, nothing to fear right? Well for whatever reason this night was different. It was dead silent, and I don’t mean normal nighttime silent I mean there wasn’t a single sound. in the silence i could smell something like if copper could bleed and rot. I stay outside in the overwhelming almost deafening silence for maybe ten minutes getting more and more sick to my stomach at this smell before I finally hear something, it sounded like the scratching of sand just out of sight and my heart dropped when I saw a cloud of dust come out of the darkness towards me. Now I wasn’t scared of the dust itself, its a pretty common thing in the dessert for people or cars to kick up dust but i was terrified of what was making it, I still don’t know of any animal that just kicks up dust for no discernible reason like that. I’m frozen at this point basically waiting for whatever my brain was imagining to come and end me but I snapped out of it when I heard this clicking sound. I ran inside and locked all the doors then jumped in bed and hid. i havent hid under covers like that since i was a toddler but as i hid i could hear scratching… I could hear something tapping and scratching the wall next me from the outside, not trying to get in but like whatever it was was curious. I dared not move and I felt like my body was on fire and frozen in ice at the same time. After the scratching stopped it was completely silent again, no sounds for maybe 5 min. I finally got the courage to move and the second my moving made the bed creak I heard the most terrifying sound of my life, it was a scream but it sounded like when cats or dogs “talk” in videos, but added some clicking and the wails of someone being murdered. The next day neither my uncle or anyone in town had anything to say and I still haven’t gotten any answers. if anyone knows anything please let me know.

Haunted Forest Story

Hey there Dark Daddy, I new at this and have been wanting to submit stories from my life for along time. Many of which I will keep to myself, as I am currently putting them into a paranormal comic book. For the record, I am a 27 year old mom. This story is one of my earliest memories that string together the paranormal happenings inmy life. Your video wanted a haunted forest story, and I have one for you.

I was very young, probably six or seven, but maybe as young as 5. I have always lived in Southeast Michigan and everyone here camps, we headed four hours north- the exact area I don’t remember and was too young to care. It was my Aunt’s cabin. An aunt that I had an intimate connection with. My mother’s family comes in two forms, extreme Baptists, and witches. Yeah. I know. Witchcraft is a path that runs in our family and I talked to my Witchy Aunts about scary things I didn’t understand. This is important later. The ride felt like an eternity, with my four siblings, my mother, and my one aunts family in the next car. It was nighttime when we finally got there. I remember us driving slowly up a paved road, you gotta drive slow at certain times of night because deer are everywhere. We round a corner and staring at us, unmoving, is a massive buck. My brothers marvel at it, saying how tasty an eight point buck would be. I stare at this animal, it didn’t look..  Right. I felt like crying. I’ve seen deer, many times, at this age. I felt, disturbed. His eyes weren’t right and his mouth hung slightly agape. It was odd behaviour. We drove around it, but I couldn’t stop staring. The gaze of this animal followed my eyes as we passed by. I stared, afraid and accusingly, like I felt its existence was a lie. The buck smiled at me. The corners of its mouth curling unnaturally around its face. Not something a deer does. I felt horrified, yet validated. I was an old child, already seeing too much of human beings, and so exposed to the horrors of nature. I felt heat releasing from my body, and my soul screaming at it, telling it to GET BACK. The encounter beginning to end was was only about two minutes, but we all know how time has the sadistic tendency to slow itself and prolong our fear in moments like these. I wish that was the end of it.

We all slept in the living room, exhausted in our sleeping bags. The cabin was freaking awesome. Two stories, small, but the layout was super neat. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I remember sitting up amongst the sleeping bodies and in the darkness, it stared back. A black mass towering outside the large windows of the cabin, staring me down, watching my entire family sleeping in the living room. It was very human, but I remember being confused by its long forearms. It was so dark from it being cloudy I couldn’t make anything out. I was already on edge from seeing that odd buck. It wasn’t until decades later that I would connect the dots between the odd buck and this humanoid figure. I felt more empowered, it was less scary to confront a strange man than a smiling buck. A single pane of glass was separating us. With one throw of its body, it could break it and get us. The fact we had ten people versus one black shadow man didn’t factor into my judgement. I felt my family was in danger. I felt angry, I wasn’t sure why. But in my fear I whispered harshly “Get. Back. STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY.”

And, like the kid I was, ran to the bathroom and stayed there. I know my behaviour doesn’t make sense, but I was six years old. I did my business quickly and stood at the sink thinking of what to do. I looked for a weapon, but not a real weapon, i told myself, because i could get in trouble. I took a nail file and eventually left the bathroom, creeping along the floor and pressed against furniture.

I was gunna fight em. Whatever it was. I was gunba fight him. There was no shadows at the window.

The air was buzzing, I felt the shadowman was still there. Somewhere, watching.

Sleep took me eventually. The morning I woke up everyone had already been awake. My older cousin gave me a bowl of cinnamon cereal. I told him. “I saw a shadowman outside the window last night.” He hesitated, uncomfortable before he smiled and said. “Didja flip him off?” I laughed and said no. He looked and me and smiled telling me quietly “Remember what my mom says? Don’t tell people stuff like that, it scares them. Don’t tell Cate.” My sister cate was two years older but didn’t have the same problems I had. I should add I am the youngest of a large family.

The day goes on and we play and scream and run around in the woods near the cabin. Two neighbour kids in the cabin down the road joined us. The cabins are very spaced apart. Our cabin had a shed thirty feet from it. The area was fairly open and the adults were building a fire as the younger ones acted like kids and had a contest to see who could find the vest stick and had swordfights.we ran back and forth across the dirt road, playing in puddles and being our age. I remember seeing my aunt near the fire pit behind the cabin, being the whimisical woman she was, she struggled with a lighter. It wouldn’t light. My siblings and cousins weren’t around but I could hear their yelling and laughing. My aunt looked around, snapped her fingers and make the flame on the lighter jump to life. I giggled, peering at her like a guilty pixie from the side of the cabin. She told me to shut up and go play.

I looked past her and saw my sister standing near the shed. I ran toward her, and she turned and bolted, I picked up the pace thinking it was a game of “keep away from the obnoxious little sister” Cate’s favourite game at that age. When I rounded the corner of the shed. No one was there.

There was so many trees, I knew she was hiding behind one of them. I called out LOUDLY to her. “YOU CALL ME CHUBBY BUT YOURE THE UGLY ONE.”



Nothing stirred.

“Cate?” I called out. She liked to scare me. So I walked around to peer around trees. I kid you not, I only took a few steps, and looked around then the shed and cabin was gone.

I stopped and turned, keeping my feet planted. Michigan has a lot of forested areas and parks, and I’ve gotten lost before, so I kept my feet planted so I know the direction I came from as to not get turned around.

I turned my body to face the direction I knew I came from. Did I wall further than I thought? I was shook. No way I ventured so far from the shed. I walked in the direction I came. No shed between the tress.

I felt panic. If I was lost, I know my sister was lost. The sun was high in the sky. I knew I was going to be fine, I was good at getting myself out of situations like this. I absorbed a lot of skills from my siblings, so I was a street wise kid. I saw a large, knobby tree, the kind that come alive in cartoons. The curves in it reminded my of the tree from disney’s Pocahontas. I hugged the tree. Tree hugging was a thing I did. Oddly enough my niece did it wheb she was toddler, and my daughter hugs trees and talks to them. This wasn’t a behaviour any of us were taught. Its was just something I did. I believed trees had feelings.

“Shh.” A whisper came from my left. I froze. I remember seeing a yellow haze drifting between the trees. I wasn’t afraid of it, just perplexed. “I think I’m lost.” I said out loud. No one was there. I didn’t know why I spoke outloud or to whom, the haze got larger. I hugged the tree next to me.

“HEY!” A loud male voice yelled. A tall man in ripped denim stood fifteen feet away. I became afraid. I couldn’t speak. I don’t know why.

I stared at him.

“HEY!” the voice came again. My eyes widened. I heard a voice, but the man’s lips were not moving.

“Come here.” The voice had more malice.

“No..” I whispered quietly. I knew he wasn’t someone I should listen to. Something was wrong. My stomach was churning. I felt myself sweat.


I clenched my eyes shut. I felt a voice inside me say “You’re in danger.”

“NO. Go away. You can’t hurt me.”

I open my eyes and see the manmoving towards me. But, he isn’t walking like a person. He’s lurching, with one arm tucked to his side. His cheek bones are uneven, the skin is warped. He isn’t a real person. I back up and turn my head. The golden fog brushed againat my skin. It felt comforting even in this odd moment. I was full of fear yet knowing i was goimg to be ok. When I look back, he was gone. This intensified my fear, it rose instantly and gripped my throat. If I could see him, I knew which way to run- away from him. I started screaming. Just screaming and making as much noise as I could. I felt a tug in a direction, like an instinct.

I moved in that direction continuing to scream. I knew my voice would carry and alert someone. I ran for what felt like forever. Finally I bumped into the neighbour his face was distorted with concern. My mom was right behind him.

I was bombarded with questions. I was two miles from the cabin. Two miles? My adult brain is wracked by the fact. I took only a few steps from the shed, and somehow ended up two miles from the cabin. I told my mother I was following cate into the woods. She stared at me, confused. You didn’t follow anybody, cate was across the street with the other kids.

I was bawling. That was impossible. I saw my sister run behind the shed and followed her.

My aunt looked at me concerned. “They tried to take her away.” She said to my mom knowingly. My mother hissed something nasty for her to be quiet. “Nobody is trying to take you away. Why did you wander off by yourself?”

I didn’t answer my mom. I shouldn’t tell people things like that. About the man that wasn’t a real man. Things like that scare people.

As an adult, knowing what I know now. I think I encountered a skinwalker. I believe the buck, the shadow, and the thing pretending to be a man were the same entity. I also wonder about the kind voices and gold fog, I believe there was a forest spirit guarding me. I know stories of skinwalkers they don’t just disappear like that, they are persistent. Before we left the cabin. A large black dog stared at me from the woods. It had wolf-like featured and golden yellow eyes. I didn’t feel afraid. I remember smiling at it from the car and waved. I felt thankful. I still feel thankful. I never went to that cabin again. But I have seen that wolfdog spirit since this experience. My aunt tells me it’s a guardian spirit. We have them protect us from malicious entities. Damn, I am so grateful for that.

Skinwalker in the Redwoods

This happened when I was 12 years old and spending the summer with my aunt Maria, uncle Joseph and two cousins in California. The summer I spent with them was a lot of fun as it was my first time in California and I can say my time spent with them was a lot of fun. I got to bond with my cousins, learned a few songs in Hebrew (Joseph is Jewish and at the time he was teaching my cousins Hebrew to prepare them for their Bar mitzvah), went to universal studios, Lego land, sea world, it was a whole lot of fun. But there was one incident that occurred that I first thought was a bit peculiar, but four years later when I found out what truly happened I could never look at the Redwoods the same way ever again.

Along with the numerous trips to theme parks we also went camping in the Redwood forests with another family Maria and Joseph were good friends with. Now the mother of that family is important to this story so let’s call her Rosa. We stayed at this national park where Rosa’s family rented a cabin, but Joseph wanted us to be closer to nature and rented a tent that was a good 10 minute walk through the forest from the cabin. Which isn’t so bad in the day time when you can admire the awe inspiring, majesty of the hundred foot tall, centuries old, redwood trees, with the sunlight streaming through the branches of the forest canopy, but it’s a whole different story once it’s pitch dark and your trudging through the area trying not to trip on a branch while shining your flashlight around you as you attempt to keep up with the rest of the group.

And so after a day of hiking we were hanging at the cabin as usual, eating dinner, laughing, playing board games, the whole shebang. Of course the time came for me, Maria, Joseph and my two cousins to walk back to our tent in the dark. So we said our goodbyes, grabbed our stuff, turned on our flashlights and began our journey to the tent. That particular day I was more exhausted than usual and as a result I was at the back of our group and lagging behind a bit. I’d say we were about 3 minutes into our walk when I heard a very faint voice behind me say,


I stopped for bit, wondering if I really heard someone calling my name or if I was just succumbing to my fatigue and imagining things, but then I heard it again.


It was clearer this time, a bit louder and I could’ve sworn it sounded like Rosa’s voice.

I turned around a shone my flashlight in the direction I heard it, calling out Rosa’s name, asking if she was there. Then I heard it again.


It definitely sounded like Rosa’s voice. But I was just confused as I couldn’t figure out why she would’ve followed us into the forest at night. But then I figured maybe one of us forgot something and she was returning it to us, we were only three minutes away from the cabin so it wouldn’t take that long to reach where we were if you ran fast enough. With that reason in mind I started walking towards the direction I heard it, but no matter where I shone my flashlight I couldn’t find her.

“Rosa? Where are you? ”

Again I heard it.


This time I stopped in my tracks, there was something wrong.


I stood there frozen as the voice spoke again, it definitely came from in front of me, but this time any thoughts I had about it being Rosa were gone. It sounded like her, but it sounded off. The best way I can describe it is as if Rosa was talking through an old T.V or broken radio. It was static-y and distorted.

I could feel there was something in front of me, hiding from my flashlight, but it didn’t feel human.

One thing you should know about me is that I can sort of sense spirits around me, nothing to the extent of pinpointing where exactly one is or knowing its specific intentions but enough to know when something is near me or within my general area. If the spirit is powerful enough or if I’m around it enough I can tell whether its intentions are good or not. This was one of those cases when I could tell the ‘not’ part was more likely than the good.

The thing didn’t feel close, but I could tell that it was within enough distance that if I took just a few more steps forward it wouldn’t be my brightest idea. But contrary to what you’re most likely thinking, I didn’t feel scared, just confused. I definitely knew its intentions weren’t to my benefit but for all I knew it could’ve been a mischievous spirit or creature trying to play a prank on me, but I wasn’t too sure…

“Andi what are you standing there for?”

The voice startled me a little as I spun around only to see my aunt Maria lightly jogging towards me, I let out a breath I didn’t even now I was holding in.

She caught up to me, tugging at my arm as we power walked to catch up to my uncle and cousins

“I turned around and I didn’t see you, I thought you got lost or something.”

Under normal circumstances I would’ve responded with a sarcastic remark but I was still in shock about what just happened, so I just mumbled out an apology in spanish, but my aunt must’ve noticed how terrified I looked and stopped.

“Hey are you okay Sweetie? You look like you saw a ghost.”

Seeing no reason to lie to her, I told her what happened, from the voice, to it sounding strange, to the malevolent feeling I got when I walked towards it. You see my family is Mexican and as a result, we’re very superstitious and believed in the supernatural. But not in a “We fear them and demand the spirit leave this room before I shove this rosary down its throat.” way but in a “cool there’s a spirit, just respect it and be nice to it if it tries to interact with you” kind of way, and we often came to each other for advice if we were dealing with something supernatural we didn’t know. I was just hoping that maybe she’d give me an explanation as to what happened or what the creature was but she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Your guess is as good as mine, maybe it was a spirit playing a trick.”

“Yeah I guess…”

I glanced back one last time to see if I could spot anything, and I swear I could see the leg of what looked like a dog disappear back into the shadows.

Needless to say I spent the last 7 minutes of the walk back to the tent between my aunt and uncle.

The next morning while we were making breakfast at the cabin I remembered what happened the night before and asked Rosa if she went out looking for us last night.

“No, after you guys left me and the kids sat on the couch watching the T.V until we fell asleep. Did something happen?”

I told no and to forget I asked. She gave me a weird look but didn’t ask me anything. Later I wondered if Rosa was playing a prank on me and I asked her husband if the Rosa and her kids really fell asleep on the couch after we left and he said they did, he was sitting at the table near the couch reading and that they slept there for at least an hour.

Fast forward four years later and I became close friends with a person who has experience in dealing with the supernatural and other such things like exorcisms, spell casting, summoning and ridding an area of spirits, you name it. We often shared stories about our supernatural experiences and when I told them about my strange experience while camping with my aunt and uncle they said without blinking.

“Oh yeah that was most likely a Skin-walker.”

I little shocked and a bit curious so I asked them how they were so sure.

They explained that Skin-walkers inhabit the southwest and west coast area of the U.S and that they imitated the voices of people their prey know in order to lure them into a false sense of security.

“I’ve had to deal with a few of those shit heads before, a bit of a pain to rid an area off, especially if you’re trying to do it before they kill anyone. They often go for a person lagging behind in a group and try to separate them so they’d be an easy target. You’re lucky your aunt caught up with you and brought you back before it got you, they also tend to take the shape of a dog or coyote so that leg you saw was probably its.”

I felt a chill run down my back as I imagined myself coming face to face with a Skin-walker if my aunt had come to get me just a few minutes later than she did.

Needless to say I don’t think I’ll be camping on the west coast anytime soon.


So this happened last week. I think I just saw a skinwalkers or wendigo. I live in Southeastern Pennsylvania and I know some people have seen skinwalkers in midwestern parts of PA, but I never heard any stories from this paer of PA. I was in the car riding on my way to work and I always look out the window I wasn’t driving by the way. There are a lot of deer in my area and I see them frequently.

Now there’s an area not to far from my University that has some houses around, but there are a lot of wooded sections surrounding the houses a d behind the houses. Theres an area where a house was torn down, so theres nothing but weeds and over grown grass there. While looking out the window I see in that part what looks like a deer, only it looks like it’s crouching down like a person does on it’s knees. The face also looked distorted, like it was deformed. It’s horns weren’t even right,  if that makes since. They seem like they were fake, sort of mangled. It was just staring, not moving. Which I’ve seen deer do before, but it just looked menacing.
It’s eyes weren’t right either.  They weren’t on the side of its face like they were supposed to be. They were in the front, I think that’s what made it so weird looking. They were big dark eyes on the front of the face!
What’s freaking me out the most is, even if skinwalkers or wendigos aren’t real…this was a real creature that wasn’t a deer, or elk, or moose, or any other known animal, especially for the area. I have no idea what this creature was and I hope I never see it again.