The Alpha Is Stalking Me…

Before I start this experience I just want you to know that before this i’ve been a huge fan of the fictional, and in particular.. werewolves.. they have always intrigued me in some way I can’t explain.. As a kid I wanted to be a werewolf so bad.. But now. I think I regret even thinking about encountering one.

Anyways, this happened approximately 3 months ago.. I’m still pretty shaken from the experience, since i’ve only told my closest friends only, and im not sure even some of them believe me.. I wanted to share this with all of you, too… So I live in a half urban half suburban area, there is alot of buildings but still some nice fields, and miniature forests around. I actually live nearby one of the smaller forests.

So i’ve been outside at about 11 pm ready to go home.. I walk past the forest but since there is a tree there with fruits on them I decided to go get a quick bite of the tasty fruit, while I was pretty confident being in the dark.. Something felt off.. The only light that was shining was the full moon.. The nearby lamp pole was not working. Even though it WORKED about two days earlier.. And all the lights on the nearby windows on the buildings that were surrounding the forest were turned off.. Like I know it was late.. But it wasn’t THAT late for literally everyone to be asleep.

While this did confuse me a bit I still wasn’t scared or anything. Im 15 and im pretty strong for my body mass. Im 45kg and 5 foot 8 but in my family genes we grow late so im probably gonna be 6 foot 6 like my cousins are. Anyways while I was eating the fruits something cracked behind me.. I looked around but nothing was there.. I assumed it was a cat or something.. Until I heard it again.. IN FRONT OF ME..I quickly grabbed some of the fruits and put it in my pockets, because I was getting pretty nervous at this point. And then I heard it.. The faint but clear growl from 15 to 20 feet away.. I turned to my left and was horrified by the sight.

It was large.. Probably maybe a foot taller than me on its FOURS.. It looked like a dog. But not right.. Deformed.. I was scared shitless and frozen. It had black shaggy fur, long ears that ended in a curved shape.. And BLOOD red eyes, with… and this is going to sound crazy.. 4 INCH canines. Mind you a tigers canines can reach around 2 to 3 inches which is about the size of a man’s middle finger..So by thinking logically I turned to my basic knowledge of dogs. Don’t run. So I slowly turned around trying not to provoke it.. And right when I turned my back I could hear 5 BIG footsteps running towards me..

I turned around the second I heard it but it was too late.. It bit me with its long dog like snout which was broad.. Almost too BROAD for any dog possible.. I swear it could have tore my arm off if it landed a perfect bite.. Which thank god it didn’t.. It bit me with its front teeth which were the smallest, even though they were the smallest, they were atleast 1 inch long.. It pushed me to a tree and I slammed to the ground. I was crying for help, YELLING as loud as I could. But to no avail. Nobody was answering. This creature was literally biting on my hand at such force.. But the scary part was that I almost felt like it wasn’t even using its full jaw strength. Don’t get me WRONG. IT hurt like HELL. Like hot coal in the form of 1 inch thick nails onto my arm..

I didn’t wanna die that night. After looking around me I saw a sizeable rock to the right of me.. I picked it up and started smashing it onto the thing’s head. First try, nothing not even FAZED. Second try, still nothing. Third time a piece of the rock broke off, And then the FOURTH time I hit it close to its eye. And then it let go.. And let out a sound that I will not EVER forget. A heart sinking snarl that was wolf like. But deeper.. Sounded demonic in a sense..

My arm was released and the second it put its head down it wanted to bash its hand into my skull. I quickly moved my head and it hit the tree breaking off a large chunk of it.. I got up and started running.. I thought I was gonna escape at that moment.. I was wrong. It gripped my left leg with a human like movement. It gripped it like a human would. No dog could grip its paw like that. It wanted to throw me back to the ground but I kicked it with my other leg as hard as I could. Not doing any damage my leg THANKFULLY slipped out of its hand.

I turned around to see a last glimpse of it getting on TWO LEGS.. It was huge. It was hunched back with short like tendons and with a terrifying muscle build. I have a friend that is 6 foot 5 and he’s a dwarf compared to this beast.. It was 8 to 9 feet in HEIGHT probably.. After I saw that sight, I sped up and ran faster than I ever ran before.. Blood was pouring from my arm. I was crying but was happy I escaped alive. When I got to a field I stopped to take a breath… I heard a sound I will NEVER forget. The creature howled with such a deep voice.. the texture of its voice was like a.. Wolf mimicking a humans voice but making such a disturbing sound as a result .. As soon as I heard it I started running.. When I got home my mom asked me what happened. I told her a big stray dog attacked me. Thankfully she believed me and took me to the ambulance..

There was alot of encounters of it later, and weird symptoms..I started sleep walking particulary on the last 3 nights of the full moon, increased aggression,hallucinations, and painful muscle and headaches that I should really check out at the doctor.. Although this is the first time it attacked me.. I saw it once before in the same forest a year and a half ago..

I was with my friend that I mentioned earlier, lets call him Carlos. We were walking through the forest with a flashlight.. It was nighttime, but NOT a full moon. We were walking and I just heard him saying my name, “Aaron… Loo-k” He said it in a shaky voice, I turned around and saw a creature with red glowing eyes about 25 feet away from us.. And the moment I saw it I said “RUN” We were running to the nearby park, and half way through I fell in the mud.. And as expected he laughed at me, my friend is a laughing maniac. He can’t take anything seriously and in any situation if something mildly funny happens he would laugh, I was mad at the idiot but he helped me up so I quickly forgave him and we made it to the park.. We were out of breath, but when we turned back to look at the forest.. We saw the creature run to the other side of the opening, seeing its big silluete with such speed was terrifying. We still rememeber that encounter til this day and we both speculate if it was the same creature.. We nicknamed the creature “The Alpha” Since it had red eyes, our theory is that alpha werewolves have red eyes and betas yellow.. We still aren’t sure about that yet but we’re working on it..

Now moving on to the encounter I had from it maybe a month or so after the bite.. I was heading home from the store at maybe 9pm.. I was nervous because I would have to pass the forest to get home.. I passed the forest with nothing happening. I always thought if I pass the forest i’ll be safe.. So when I passed it my anxiety was gone. I got to my building and I opened the door to get to my flat, the door on the building was a rusty door that closed after about three seconds.. So it always closed when I got to the stairs…

I opened the door and got to the stairs.. I didn’t hear it close.. I shook it off expecting it to close any second so I didn’t stop or turn around.. I got to the first half of the stairs and it STILL didn’t close.. I turned around…

IT WAS STANDING holding the door and breathing loudly.. I dropped my milk and eggs and I almost fell to the ground. I was shaking and starting to get a panic attack.. I wanted to get up the stairs but I was frozen in fear.. After maybe 10 seconds of it standing there it SLAMMED the rusty door shut and made a huge bang that it would echo through the WHOLE building. And when it closed the door.. It walked away.. Getting almost smaller each step it took.. Like it was turning back to human.. I quickly got back to the door and opened it.. I looked for it but couldn’t find it.. Like it was a hallucination.. And when I got home I concluded that it was a hallucination.. Since I started getting them after the bite.. When I arrived at my flat.. I was clearly shaken up.. And my step dad asked me what was going on.. I told him it was nothing and that I just saw a dog approaching and I got nervous because I got attacked by a “dog” earlier.. He believed me and we moved on.. 10 minutes later he asked me a question that made my heart drop. “Did you hear that loud bang maybe 5 minutes before you came home”? I was horrified, Then and there I knew it wasn’t a hallucination.. But after a 2-3 second pause I replied with. “No”.

Im not implying im starting to become a supernatural being or anything.. The sleep walking and hallucinations are probably side affects because I got attacked by the mythical beast itself.. And the aches are probably symptoms of shock .. So I will probably visit a doctor in the time being..

I still wonder today if it wanted to catch me would it succed? I mean it caught up to me in a second while it was 15-20 feet away.. It would probably had caught me if it wanted to which disturbs me the MOST.. What I don’t understand is.. I always visited the forest at night and day.. I don’t know what changed this night.. But I can assure you one thing .. I am not going back there EVER again when the sun goes down.

Post Office Stalker

I wished to submit my own true scary story for your Scary Strangers and Creepy Stalkers request.  I unfortunately have a terminal case of “nice” thanks to the way I was raised so I do sometimes give people more patience than they need.  I’m not one to make waves unless provoked.  This has sometimes been beneficial to me and a hindrance at other times.

Where I live is a very small town so everyone knows the latest news on everyone else.  I frequently see the same people when running my errands so avoiding someone can be very difficult.

When my Dad was ill with terminal lung cancer it was my job to go to the post office and mail the bills and anything else that may need to go out.  This often meant that I would stand in line before the post office opened and mail everything out as quickly as possible.  One time while doing this this old man who liked to wear leather and clothing from the 1970’s would sometimes show up.  On occasion he would strike up a few word conversation such as asking what time it was or if the post office was open yet.  At first he only struck me as a little eccentric but otherwise harmless.

I was wrong.  Very, very wrong.  From then on I would call him “Creepy Guy”.

After Dad died the clerk at the post office asked me how he was doing and I told her what had happened.  I didn’t know Creepy Guy was behind me and listening to what I was telling the clerk.  He had been waiting for the news that my Dad was dead so he could strike.

A week later I’m walking to a dentist appointment when he comes around the corner and says he needs help.  He claimed he had found a dog and needed help getting the dog into his truck.  Something in the back of my mind told me not to go near him.  I also knew the area where he had parked there weren’t any cameras and it would be very easy for him to assault or abduct me.  It also struck me odd that as there were other people around, including a few men, why didn’t he ask one of them?  Why not ask someone that he knew instead of a complete stranger?  I told him “No” and that I had a dentist appointment I was running late for.  The running late part wasn’t true but I thought it might help me with an escape.

“Oh, come on!”  He protested in a whiny and angry voice.

“I can’t, I have to go to the dentist’s office!”  I protested again.

I began to worry as he walked across the street.  I was about ready to run the risk of being rude and making a run for it when a police officer came out.  I went to the police officer and said that Creepy Guy had a dog that he needed help with getting into his truck.  I also added that I had an appointment I needed to get to.  The police officer told me to go and he’d help Creepy Guy.

I never did find out if there was a dog or not.

About a few weeks passed incident free.

My cousin was getting married and I went to the drug store to find her a nice card.  On the way back home Creepy Guy shouted, “Hey, girl!”

I turned to look and he was walking across the street and motioning me to come to him.  When I didn’t respond he beat his chest and said, “Your summer outfit makes my heart beat fast!”

I was wearing shorts that went to my knees, a loose fitting shirt, a hat, and tennis shoes.  Hardly heart pounding or even that thrilling.

I gave him an odd look before turning to leave when he shouted for me again asking something that I couldn’t make out.

“I have a boyfriend!” I lied.  I know I should have ignored him but I had hoped the idea that I somehow “belonged” to another person would stop him.

Unfortunately this didn’t as he demanded to see my hand for a ring.  After that he would not leave me alone asking if I lived alone, did I rent or own my home, if he could attend the wedding.

There was no one around to hear me if I said to leave me alone.  I decided that leaving was probably the safest option for me and announced I had to leave.  I told the police what had happened but they said unless he did something to me or threatened me there was nothing they could do.

I told people in town what had happened and used the buddy system as many times as possible when I had to go out.

If Creepy Guy saw me alone he would try to approach me and make explicit comments.  If that happened I would find a clerk or someone to go to to ask for help.

Again, all was quiet for about a month and I began to worry less about Creepy Guy.  No one had mentioned seeing him so they thought maybe he had left or died.

I do online crafts and had to ship a package to our neighbors to the North.  I was at the post office filling out the customs forms when Creepy Guy walked in and gave me the most predatory look I had ever seen on a human.  He did this sing-song “Found you!”, checked his PO box, and then came up close to me.  He tried to look over my information and asked if I was filling out a bill.

Finally I had enough!  I placed my hands over any sensitive information and screamed, “God dammit!  Leave me alone!  Stop making sexual comments at me!”

“Jesus Christ!  Jesus Christ!  You bitch!” He screamed at me, clearly enraged.  “You bitch!”  He turned to the clerk while pointing at me and continuing to scream, “She’s crazy!  She needs to be raped to teach her a lesson!  She needs to go to the funny farm, put in a straight jacket, and given pills!  She’s crazy!  Bitch!  You deserve to be raped!”

I do have an explosive temper when provoked and having a witness gave me courage.  “You can’t say any sexual comments to me anymore!”  I shouted.  “I am a human being and I deserve to be treated with respect!”

“I won’t talk to you but I hope you are raped!” He snapped.

The clerk kept her cool and told him to “stop.”

As if flipping a light switch on he immediately regained his composure and said in a perfectly calm voice, “Yeah, I need some stamps.”

He then went to talk to his friends as if nothing had happened.

We did go to the police and told them what happened but all they could do was speak to him and tell him not to behave in such a way again.

Ever since then I try to use the buddy system as much as possible.  If he sees me he’ll say “Oh, Jesus.  Crazy bitch!” if he sees me.  If there are witnesses he won’t say anything but will stop what he’s doing and glare at me.

I’ve taken to wearing a fake engagement ring to help with the idea that my “fiancée” might be around.

I also keep a note book recording anytime that I see him.  Unfortunately this is a small town so completely avoiding him is next to impossible.  All I can really do is do my errands early in the morning or late in the afternoon when I know he’s not around.

I make sure always to stay within someone’s sight and use code words with people I know so they know if I’m in danger.

I am currently saving up to leave this place.  I have taken self defense classes and have studied up what sort of things I can legally carry with me for protection.  The rules here are a bit strange but I can at least carry a big walking stick with me.

In the meantime, Creepy Guy, let’s never, ever meet again.

My Game Stalker

It’s always easy to trust people easily on the internet, as was the case with me.  As such, sometimes you give out too much, even accidentally.  Even people who know the dangers of the internet, such as myself are pulled in, and events like this happens. I mainly write this as a warning to others. Please, don’t be like me.

Anyway, a little backstory before I tell the story. I live in the Portland-Metro area of Oregon, and am a transgender sixteen year old, having gone under HRT and some surgeries. I’m expensive, I know. Back on track, however, I play a game called osu!. All you really do is just click circles to music (mainly Japanese), but it’s quite addicting. In this game, there is a chat feature to let you talk to other people.

There is also a “Nearby” feature, that lets you find people around your area, for example your state. This is how the person who stalked me found me in game. I should note, I do not remember all the details clearly. This happened close to a year ago.

It was late one night, probably around Midnight, when someone, I don’t remember who messages me, saying something along the lines of, “How Nearby are you? Are you in Oregon?”

I already knew what this feature did itself, so it wasn’t freaky. The player seemed new (The game’s scoring system is called “Performance Points”, and he had a low number of them, 100-200 at most), so I replied with, “Yeah, Nearby shows people in your area. I am in the Portland area. (I actually gave him an exact city, but for the sake of my privacy, I am not saying which) Where you at?”

He replied, “Portland as well.” Then he asked me if I was a girl, which I replied, “Yes, I am.”

“Cool,” was all he said. I added him as a friend, and he added me. I went offline some time later, for school. He messaged me the next day, and we talked for a while. This user, in fact became my best friend after a month of talking, and we even got to get to know each other on a name to name basis. I gave him the name I often go by, “Izzy” as mine. I think the name he gave me was Dylan. Eventually, “Dylan” and I swapped selfies. He told me that I was “Very beautiful.” Note, at this time, I had yet to go under any surgery, but was on HRT, so to know I was passable, especially to him who had no clue I was trans only boosted my confidence, and my friendship with him. Dylan himself was a teenager close to my age. At least, that was in the picture he sent me. I of course, was too blinded by our friendship to even check to see if it was real.

A month later, things started to change between me and Dylan. He was creepy, to say the least. I wasn’t comfortable talking to him, and he said things such as, “Your ass is too flat, you should do some exercise to make it nice and juicy,” he’d send. I often didn’t respond to these messages. The thing about this message, for example was that I indeed have always had a flat butt, even as a female. He’d send me a picture of the school I went to, and that was the first time I sent him back, asking, “How the hell did you find where I go to school? I’ve never told you this, wtf.” He didn’t respond.

The next day, however, and the only thing I think I kept from my time with Dylan, was when he sent me a picture that absolutely chilled me. It was within an imgur link. The picture, in fact, was of my house. This is a slightly edited picture, but other than the two marks, nothing else has been edited.

The picture

The red marking is the office, which is my room. The black marking is just to protect my privacy.

He then sent me another message, saying, and I remember this vividly, “I didn’t know you were transgender, Isabella.”

I had never told him my full name, or that I was a transgender, so by this point I was freaking out. I responded, “How the fuck do you know where I live, and how do you know these things about me.” and then I told him, “One more move on me, and I’m calling the fucking police, do you understand me?”

“You’re still really pretty, you know that right? I don’t care who you are, I want you.”

The one mistake I made was unfriending him and then going offline. I had enough. I never heard from him again, and I tried to find his profile a couple weeks later, and it was gone. I can only assume he was banned, or changed his username. As far as I know, the police have never caught this sick fuck. I can only hope that he is indeed locked up in prison, and that he never got to make moves on another teenager like me. Again, please be careful on the internet. You never know what you might be getting in to.

Watcher in the Woods

This encounter took place in 2010. My boyfriend and I were in our mid-twenties. It was summertime. We were lucky enough to get time off work at the same time, so we decided to spend a couple nights at my family cabin. The cabin is located in Northwestern Ontario, Canada, in a remote area about 40 minutes away from the nearest town. It’s on a medium sized lake surrounded by dense forest. There are only 20 cabins on the lake, spread out quite far from each other. We were there in the middle of the week, so there weren’t many people on the lake. I should mention that the cabin is on an island.

Our plan was to get there Tuesday night and leave Thursday morning. We arrived and spent the first night without incident. On Wednesday, we took the canoe out for a short ride. We parked it on the mainland and went on a hike down an old logging road. The road hasn’t been driven down in years. It’s overgrown and as far as I know people only use it for blueberry picking now, but it goes into the bush for quite a few kilometers. The two of us hiked down the road for 2 hours, sat down for a small lunch, then decided to turn back. On our way back, I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that we were being watched and followed. It only occurred to me then that if anything bad were to happen to us, no one was coming to help. In hindsight, we should have told someone about our hiking plans, just in case, but it was too late for that. I tried my best to dismiss how I felt and didn’t even mention it to my boyfriend.

We found the canoe where we had left it tied up. We got in and started paddling home. I was in the back of the canoe, steering. I couldn’t help but turn around and look behind us. The first time I did so, I thought I saw a large shadow move in among the trees a short distance from where we had parked the canoe. When I looked back the second time, I saw nothing. I immediately dismissed what I saw. I reminded myself that your eyes can easily play tricks on you when looking into the shadows of a densely packed forest.

We got back to the cabin, had something to eat, played some cards and hung out. At around midnight, we decided to head down to the dock to do some stargazing. We’re lucky enough to see the northern lights all year round. We were sitting on the dock, looking at the stars, when we started kissing. Thirty seconds later, just behind us, there was a loud crash back in the bush. It sounded like there was a big animal moving around, breaking branches and twigs about 60 feet away from us. Whatever it was, it was HUGE. We both instantly turned around. My boyfriend asked, “What is that?!” “I have no idea,” I said, “We don’t get animals that big on the island.” Just then, the creature started grunting and stomping its feet on the ground. My boyfriend muttered, “What the…?” “I… I don’t know,” I replied. It was so dark outside that we couldn’t see anything in the direction of the sounds. Neither of us had bothered to bring a flashlight as it was easy enough for us to walk back up the path by following the kitchen light we’d left on. We both stood up and ran back up to the cabin.

Back inside, we closed everything but the kitchen window and sat there and listened. Nothing. We heard nothing outside. We tried to look out the windows, but it was pitch black. We sat there and discussed what it could have been. We decided the only two animals remotely that big in the area are moose, which are extremely rare and have never been seen on the island, and black bears. I explained to my boyfriend that bears rarely swim out to the island from the mainland. We hadn’t had one on our property in years. “Besides,” I joked, “since when do black bears interrupt people having romantic moments in the moonlight by crashing through the bush and stomping their feet?” My boyfriend didn’t think that was so funny.

We eventually went to bed. There are two single beds in the back bedroom. One of the beds is situated right under the bedroom window. The pillow sits about 2 inches below the window sill. This is the bed I always sleep in. I like to keep the window open to let in the fresh forest air and sounds. That night I kept the window closed tight and pulled the blinds shut. We were laying in our beds talking when all of a sudden this horrible smell enveloped my entire head. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a putrid combination of wet dog, body odor, and rotting garbage. I will never forget that smell. I must have made a disgusted noise because my boyfriend asked what was wrong. I told him to come over to my bed and smell the horrible stench coming through the window. He smelled it too. Again, we had no idea what it was and neither of us wanted to open the blinds to investigate. The smell disappeared as quickly as it had come. A short time later we went to sleep.

The next morning we thoroughly checked around the cabin and dock for signs of bear. We found nothing. We ate a quick breakfast and left the cabin for home.

It honestly didn’t occur to me until weeks later what the creature could have been… a Sasquatch. Although not as prevalent as on the west coast of North America, there is a long history of Bigfoot sightings in the woods of Northwestern Ontario. I did a bit of research and discovered that Sasquatch have been known to display ape-like behavior such as throwing rocks and stomping feet. People that have close encounters with Bigfoot often report the creature having a very strong odor. In addition, Bigfoot are widely believed to be very strong swimmers, so it would have had no problem following us back to the cabin by swimming and island hopping.

As an avid camper, hiker, and lifelong cottager, who has seen many bears over the years, I don’t believe for a second that that thing was a bear. Over the 50 plus years my family has owned the property, every bear has left obvious evidence behind. Evidence such as piles of excrement, claw marks on window sills and walls of the cabin, ripped patio and window screens, or tipped over garbage cans and barbecue. Bears create a lot of noise and can be very destructive. The creature we encountered was quiet and sneaky when it wanted to be. Too clever for a bear.

The creature must have followed us back from our hike down the logging road. And to think it could have been only inches away from my head, listening and sniffing me through the thin pane of glass. These thoughts give me the chills to this day. My boyfriend never believed my Bigfoot theory, but he did admit he doubted it was a bear. If not a bear, than what was it? I’ll never go down that logging road again and next time I feel like something is following me through the woods, I’ll trust my instincts and run.