Well damn, looks like one of my stories actually made it to a video, honestly didn’t expect much since I’m not the greatest at suspense per say but he changed it up to make it a little scarier i guess. Didn’t sound much like my personality though. Anyhoot old darkness is still looking for campfire stories and i got the feeling that campfire stories should really be stories that keep you on edge while you are out at night. I got a story for that. Lot weird things call my woods home and this one is one that really worries me sometimes.

I understand that skin walkers are a common topic on this channel from what i can tell and i think that’s the creature I’m dealing with. But i could also be wrong, because if this is a skin walker it’s advanced to another level. Not only does it imitate voice. It imitates appearance. And it really wants me dead or gone.

I like to call it skinny, i think it pisses him off though. And when i say his name i say it loud because especially at night, i know he’s listening. I’ve lived here for three years now and he’s been harassing me for about a year now. And he’s good. One of the smartest things to come after me so far. And the only one that can seem to almost get in my head. He tries to lure me out not by pretending to be someone or someone in trouble like other imitators that I’ve dealt with before. He’s aware that that stuff doesn’t work on me anymore. No he tries to piss me off. He wants me to try to kill him. The problem is we both know i probably can’t.

One time he got me though, i was watching a documentary about veteran suicide. It’s a terrible topic. I’m a supporter of our armed forces, and i think it’s terrible that our government doesn’t take better care of the vets that risk everything overseas so we don’t have to. They were doing a slide show of men how had unfortunately lost the struggle with their own demons. I had to look away for a second because this one guy that appeared on the screen looked to young and happy to have gone to this dark of a place. He was mixed race from what i could tell, Athletic looking, and had a big dimpled smile on his face. When i look away, I’m suddenly looking at the same kid… outside my window. Same smile. Same build. Same uniform. One difference. Across his forehead was the word “Failure”. I instantly knew it was skinny. He wasn’t trying to imitate this kid, he was insulting him. And he finally struck a nerve. I had seen him imitate so many other things, and try so many other tactics, but this was the one that finally broke me. I was ending this creature.

I exploded out of my chair and bolted for my bedroom. Grabbed my 45 caliber handgun and proceeded to walk towards the same window the young soldier was still staring through. I got within five feet and saw that the word had changed. That now spelled out “i deserved it” after reading this, i didn’t hesitate to raise my gun and fire two shots. But i think he ducked them. Bastard is fast.
I stormed outside to try to find him but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

That’s when i hear, “gotcha” whispered into my ear and i was flung against the wall of my house. The gun flew out of my hand in the process. Broke two ribs and dislocated my right shoulder. I was a dead man. And he knew it.

Ever since the incident that lead me to buy a house by myself out in the middle of the woods happened, I don’t think I’ve ever felt fear again. Something is wrong with my head. But i did feel defeat. I fell for his trap. And now he’s going to kill me. As these thoughts passed though my brain, i passed out from the pain. And the concussion probably. Then, for some reason that i still don’t understand, i woke up. It was bright outside and i was covered in blood and in more pain than i had ever been in in my entire life. But i was alive. Why was i alive? I struggled to stand up with my right arm hanging loosely at my side. And i soon noticed the words carved into the outside wall of my house. “Next time”. Fuck skinny.

Ever since i got back from the hospital (i told the doctors i fell off of a roof) I’ve been trying to find ways to deal with, or kill a skin walker, if there is a way, or if he’s even a skin walker. He beat me. I’m usually pretty lighthearted with most of my experiences no matter how intense they are. But i just can’t with this one because if i lose to skinny again. I guess the woodsman will be signing off for good. Be careful out there. And don’t be fooled like me. There isn’t always a next time.

Woodsman signing off.

Ps, sorry darkness. I don’t know if this counts as a campfire story, but i had to talk about skinny, he may be the one to end me so i have to make his presence known. And i appreciate this platform. I’m not the best at putting my experiences to words but it’s still relieving to have a place to vent. And maybe even be heard. And if you have ANY sources or contacts pertaining to helping me kill skinny. Tell me. Going to see a witch doctor soon, the lady in the tree was my best bet but she won’t talk to me anymore. Maybe I’ll tell you about her sometime.

Southern Ohio Skinwalker

This happened about a year ago, last summer. Some background. I’m a 21 year old non-native american (100% German bloodline) male and somewhat know about Skinwalkers and Wendigos, mainly from the massive amount of time I spent on 4chan in the past couple years. I live in the hills of the Ohio River Valley. Im an avid coyote hunter and fisherman. What time I am not spending at work, playing video games, or browsing 4chan, I’m in the woods or on the river.

One night after I left work I decided to go fishing at the pond on my friend’s property, to the northeast of my house. I got home, grabbed my rods, tackle box and trusty HK VP9 (because I carry everywhere I go nowadays), and ran to the store and bought some chicken livers for bait. I should also mention that I brought my puppy. A 9 month old German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix that I named Mauser.

As I arrived at my friend’s property and began pulling my truck into the field surrounding the pond, the sun started to set. It was eerily quiet. No noises of nature, or any noise at all other than the engine of my truck running. It made me feel kinda uneasy, but I just pushed it out of my mind.

I got out of the truck with my pup and began to set up my rods when Mauser started acting a little uneasy. I patted him gently on the side to try and reassure him that everything was fine. By the time my rods were set up and ready to go, it was dark out. So I went back to the truck to grab my glowsticks and head lamp. It was then that Mauser jumped into the truck and wouldn’t move.

I asked what he was doing, almost expecting an answer, but instead I was hit with the most God awful stench I’ve ever smelled in my life. The smell of sulfur and rotting flesh. I started to worry at that point. In an instant, every thread on 4chan that I’ve read about Skinwalkers flew through my mind.

I stayed still and silent for a second, listening. All of a sudden, I see Mauser start shaking and hear footsteps behind me. The stench of rotting meat grew stronger. My heart was in my throat and I had completely forgotten the handgun clipped underneath my steering wheel.

I stood there for what seemed like hours, even though it was only seconds. I slowly started to turn my head back towards whatever was behind me. About 50 feet behind me, barely lit up by the light back by the pond was what I know was a skinwalker. I was horrified. It was easily 9 feet tall, and had the head of a deer with scraggly antlers, as well as a deer’s legs, and a human’s torso, but it was rotting.

Fight or flight had hit me at that point, so I jumped into my truck and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my pistol and rolled down the window and started shooting while trying to back out. I had my magazine empty in mere seconds and was out of the field seconds later. I had thought I was safe and that I was going to get away. I was wrong. I looked over and saw Mauser with all his hair standing up, teeth barred, savagely growling at something behind the truck.

It was then that I felt the back of the truck drop. As if something had jumped into the bed. I didn’t dare look into my rear view mirror. I kept driving towards the dirt road to take me from the field back to my friend’s house. I heard a loud screech coming from right behind me. It sounded like it was close, but at the same time far away and coming from other directions.

I drove for another 10 minutes. Hearing tapping on my back windshield the entire time. Once I got back to my friend’s driveway, all was silent. I gathered the courage to get out of the truck, forcing my pup to stay inside. If rather have something bad happen to me than him. This all happened last summer, so almost a year ago. I go back there to shoot and do target practice sometimes, but I always have a feeling of dread around that pond, and I can still hear the screeching sometimes. As if I could forget that sound anyways…

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.