This happened to me a long time ago and it still haunts me just thinking about it. Me and my family use to take hikes often, just strolling along, running, and sometimes we bring our bikes on the trail.
However our routine changed one time, we were walking on the same trails except we were deeper in then we normally were. I had been going ahead further then the rest of my family.
All of the sudden I stopped dead in my tracks from what i saw, it was a lengthy pale humanoid at the end of the trail that i was about to walk on. I told my mom and she came running, both my mother and my brother told me that I was just seeing things.
I have many skeptical friends who NEVER trust me when I bring up stories, but I think a camping trip a few years back might’ve changed the minds of a few. I was taking a trip with 11 friends. 12 of us total. 10 of them were skeptics about ghosts, monsters, Bigfoot, and all those other things. My BFF and I were the only firm believers. We stayed up until about midnight telling ghost stories while eating marshmallows and hot dogs. At 11:13 P.M. (according to my friend’s watch) my eyes did something that they do often. They happened to turn to an area with me remembering my dad’s advice to keep an eye on my surroundings. As I was telling a story about the Molly Maguires, I stopped mid-sentence when I saw a grey figure on what looked like 4 legs just standing still in a clearing about 100 feet away. One of my friends said “And the man was . . .” “I lost my train of thought” I lied.
My names Haily. I live in a small town in Florida where there isn’t much do to other than ride dirt roads. It was around I wanna say Junior year of high school. me and my old friend we’ll just call her A was riding dirt roads late one night probably around 1-2 in the morning because like I said there isn’t much to do here. We were coming around a corner on this dirt road and in my headlights we can see something standing in the ditch. So without thinking I stop my car. This thing began to step onto the road. Me and A are just staring in shock as this thing began to walk across the road. It had to be at least 7 foot tall and had the legs of a goat. It had no fur at all just pale grayish white skin. It look malnourished as we could see it’s ribs. It was nearing the edge of the road before it stopped to look directly at us. And in that moment we made eye contact with it. It had the yellowest eyes you’ve ever seen. If continued walking into the woods and when it finally disappeared I sped off and we rushed home. Till this very day I can’t tell you what the face looked like. Just the stare of those Menacing eyes. It wasn’t until last year around Halloween I started watching your videos and got an idea of what i seen that night. I have a family member who has family that are Navajo descent she when to visit them and I got her to ask for me if it was a skinwalker. Before she finished my story. The man she was asking asked about the eyes and if they were yellow. Sorry my stories not as scary as other but it’s without a doubt one of the scariest moments in my life
I’ve not shared this with anyone for the sake of wasting time, and more importantly, reliving the memory, or more accurately, memories. I should clarify that I live on about a 28 acre property in the southern U.S., and behind the home that borders the road, there is a fairly large forest that stretches significantly to the south and west until it reaches I-75 on the western side.
I don’t exactly know which of the several events I’ve experienced would be considered the most or least horrifying persay, but, I’ll try to order them chronologically, because in my opinion, they have developed into progressively more horrifying encounters the older I am, and the more persistent my memory is, so forgive me if the arrangement is more of a bounce than a progression. I’ll start with the time I was 5 years old.
My mother is originally from Oaxaca, Mexico, and she’s shared some creepy stories told by her older relatives with my older brother and me. I kind of wish the only remotely scary thing she had told us was when someone she knew got chased by a cow. But no. That one was funny.
These stories aren’t that “scary”, but they may prevent some from going to Oaxaca, or even Mexico in general.
One afternoon in the kitchen, either my brother or I had brought up the topic of Skinwalkers and the Wendigo.
Let me just preface this by saying that I am not a person who automatically jumps to paranormal conclusions. I grew up in a household that functions based on logic and reasonable decisions, probably more for my dad’s sake than my own, as he had no idea how to deal with a short, perpetually-angry teenage girl. So admitting to myself that what I saw was real – and not a figment of my imagination – is something that took me months of internal searching and anxiety attacks to finally achieve.
This encounter happened in November of my junior year, during the first weekend of white-tail season. In my family, deer season is only surpassed by Christmas and birthdays in terms of excitement. My dad, younger brother, and I begin preparing ourselves for the hunt months in advance, tracking buck movements with game cameras, making maps to plot where our stands should go, and making sure that my uncle moves his cattle to the correct pasture during the season so that deer movement is not altered. It’s been broken down to a science, and I had been learning since the age of six. To be honest, I thought that there was nothing those woods could throw at me that I hadn’t seen before. Mountain lions? No problem. Coyotes? I’ve probably killed close to a hundred.
I had the great honor of meeting not one but two skin walkers at the same time. Before I get story telling, let’s go over the landscape. From where I stopped, to the right of me was an open grass field and next to the grass field was the community college I would be later attending. To the left of me was part of the golf course that intertwines with a small forest and path going around. I have been on the path several times before always getting the feeling something wasn’t right about it. It was off, just not right.
I was out doing what I usually do during summer nights, walking around listening to music. Because it was summer the nights were nice an cool. All I needed was a T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts plus my favorite hat and shoes. It was about 12:30 am when I was passing the golf course that is near my house. I got the feeling something was watching me. Stopping, I looked around several times seeing if there was anyone other than myself walking around. Spotting no one I took out my headphones to listen, hoping I could find out that way. It was then that I realize it was quiet way too quiet. I’ve learned that there should almost always be some type of natural sounds being made. I heard absolutely nothing.
I stood still for a moment thinking, remembering I had actually brought my flashlight. Being delighted that I had brought it, for I had the thought maybe it was an animal staring at me. Reaching down to my pocket I pulled out to my flashlight hoping to catch glowing eyes. I caught glowing eyes alright. I stood stock still as I stared at what was before me. I did not, did not expect two pairs of glowing orange eyes staring right at my being. Never have I seen glowing orange eyes before.
Hi, my name is Ella, I’m 18 years old and I live in Arizona. I am full blooded Cherokee Indian, so I’m no stranger to stories about the skin walkers. My grandfather always warned me about them, saying they would love to get ahold of me and my friends. I am very open minded when it comes to things like this, but, I must say, even this may be hard to believe, but I swear, this really happened. I was upstairs in my room and I woke up to my phone going off. It was my friend, Kynzie. She had texted me asking if I wanted to sneak out to go to the park with her. I of course said no because it was only six O’clock in the morning. A few minutes later she said, “Well I guess you’re going to miss out on all of the fun with Chris and Logan lol.”
My heart skipped a beat as I read this because Chris and Logan are the hottest guys in my school. So my dumbass texts her back that I’ll be outside in 20. (She lives down the road from me.) After I got dressed I sprayed my favorite perfume and put on flavored lip gloss, just in case. I opened my window and she was waiting for me. Chris and Logan were with her. I say “Hey, how are you guys?” They all say good and Chris asked me if I needed help getting down. I said “Sure haha.” Blushing, I shimmy my self out onto the roof and he was like ” Come on, I promise I’ll catch you.” I hate heights so I pretty much had to force myself to jump, but when I did, I felt Chris’s hands grasp me. He put me down and we began walking to the park.
On the way, both of the boys were staring at me and I personally didn’t care because they’re hot. ( Keep in mind I am very developed for my age and Kynzie is pretty skinny) I felt kinda bad because Kynzie was kind of forgotten about so I say ” Hey Kynzie, what time is it?” She replied, ” 6:18″.