A near encounter with a wendigo

This story happened on a camping trip on september 7th 2018, I woke up originally not planning on camping i honestly just wanted to kick back for the day but my 2 close friend’s (we’ll call them jack and chase) came over with camping gear as today looked quite nice to be out but i was slightly against it at first seeing as I’ve had a similar encounter a few years back but they pressed on so i decided too.

It took us a while to pack up but soon we we’re on our way to the nearby woods and that’s when it was slowly getting darker. By the time we got to the spot it was basically night so we rushed to set up tents and start up a fire before then.

Eventually we managed to get a decent fire going that we were proud of and for most of the night things were as per usual just quiet and chill until it started getting pitch black out. It started to rain hard afterwards so we were forced to go in a tent be and chase went in the small one and jack got the large one we were talking aloud Trying to kill time but around 3 am things went south.

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I’m a volunteer fire rescue member in the state of Wisconsin. My first fire call was for a 2 vehicle MVC. I got into my vehicle and rushed to the scene.

When I got there, i was assigned the task of trying to find other passengers who were ejected. Little to my knowledge I went into the woods and I called out to see if anyone was there. All of a sudden I heard a Male voice and I saw a humanoid shape. I proceeded to go towards the figure when all of a sudden it disappeared.

When it disappears I brushed it off as being very tired. when I got back to the accident scene I saw the same figure except this time he was on the other side of the woods…. I made sure that I dont go to that road unless it is for an emergency. I still get the creeps to this day.

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The girl in the window

This is not a story. This is simply a summary of what I experienced. But I don’t think a few words can do justice to the fear I felt on that night. Still let me give it a shot. I live in the city of Calcutta in India. Calcutta is one of the oldest cities in the country and it’s heart still beats strong with its vibrant citizens. This is the reason why it is popularly known as the City of Joy.

Although you can find hundreds of people and cars at any corner of Calcutta, on the night of Kali Puja, everyone seems to disappear…no not literally. Kali puja is a celebration of the Hindu Goddess Kali, destroyer of evil forces. Throughout the rest of India, the festival is known as Diwali and is celebrated mostly on the month of November every year. But in my city we worship the Goddess all night long with our families and a lot of fireworks and I mean a lot. As we celebrate the night with our families at home, the streets become almost completely empty with barely a soul visible especially after midnight. And with good reason. As it is celebrated on the night of new moon, Hindus believe that spirits and demons become stronger on this night. The reason I am telling you all this is important as you need to understand what the night means.

Anyways, let’s get back to my “story”. This happened in the year 2003 (or may be 2004). As it happened a long time ago, my memory may be a bit fuzzy, but I still remember it like a nightmare I saw last night. I was around 16 at that time and as a teenager with a lot of bad ideas, this night meant I could roam around the city all night without any adult supervision and do anything I want or at least anything my 16 year old mind could come up with. So I teamed up with my best friend Appu (not like The Simpsons character Apu) and decided to do something crazy that night. After spending time with our families, bursting some really cool fireworks and eating loads of sweets, we set out on our late night urban adventure. At first it seemed pretty boring, there wasn’t really anything to do. So we kept walking down the deserted road, talking about God knows what, with an occasional car passing us by. Realizing the night wasn’t going to turn out as cool as we dreamed of, we started doing some stupid shit, like ringing door bells and throwing fire crackers at random houses, jumping on top of parked cars, barking at stray dogs, stealing bulbs from street lights and other random crazy stuff that didn’t make any sense. After a few hours of this stupidity, we started getting hungry. So we decided to walk to a nearby temple of Goddess Kali where they offer Prasad, food offered to the Goddess, to all the devotees at around 4 in the morning. It was almost 3.30 am by now. So this seemed like a great idea.

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The Old Man

This event occurred when I was at the tender age of 12. My Nana had fallen ill and had to be taken out of independent living and placed in assisted living which is basically where you’re in a room, nurses come in and are supposed to check on you, make sure you have your medications, etc.

I HATED it there. It always smelled of bleach that was attempting to mask the scent of bodily fluids. That was just an inconvenience. One day while me and my mom are visiting Nana, who was (she died in February 2017) still with it mentally and a feisty old woman, she was like that for my entire life. I miss her so much.

But on this particular day I was feeling the need to walk around, I couldn’t sit still. I asked my mom if it was okay if I roamed around the ward for a little bit. My mom said ‘sure, just don’t go to far’. Now the nurses there were great! Attentive and kind to patients but obviously tired and stressed.

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For a bit of background. I am a 24 year old male who lives in Northern Canada. this experience happened to me two years ago. I was out at my friends place which was a few hours away from where I lived. I joined my friends in throwing him a surprise going away party because he was moving the next day. we had fun till it started to get dark and I decided I’d better head home. so I said my goodbyes and started my long journey back into town. I walked down the road till I got to the highway and I realised that it was already dusk. so I put my coat on and kept walking. I’m an outdoors kind of person so I was accustomed to walking in the wilderness when its dark. I followed the highway to the turn off to head into town and nothing had really happened aside from hearing wolves or the odd coyote in the darkness surrounding the wilderness. I was halfway into town when I heard a loud noise off in the ditch a ways away from the highway. it startled me and I froze for a second to hear if the noise continued. sure enough I heard it again. it was a splashing kind of sound like when a beaver slaps its tail in water. I called out to see if it was a person but no answer. I thought that’s weird. so I turned my flashlight on and pointed the beam towards where I heard the noise. then form out of nowhere a rock flew towards my direction which made me jump out of the way to avoid it from hitting me. as I looked back to where my flashlight was shining I saw a set of eyes with a color I can only describe as crimson were focused right on my flashlight. as my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see a figure that would haunt my dreams to this day. it looked like a wolf but emaciated and a deer’s head and long human like arms with long razor sharp claws. just when I thought it was terrifying enough it stood up and made a cry that sent cold shivers down my spine.it was like hearing a woman shrieking mixed with the roar of a bear. my fight or flight instinct kicked in and I ran as fast as I could down the road. I could hear trees rustling and branches snapping as i ran for my life. my lungs were burning and i knew it was only a matter of time before I ran out of adrenaline. luckily a car came down the highway and I flagged them down as quick as possible and explained the situation. the people in the car didn’t believe me, but then the creature let out a loud cry behind me and the people told me to get in quick. as we sped away I swore I could see the creature still in pursuit of me near the treeline. then i blinked and it had disappeared. I can tell you this much. since that day I feel less comfortable in the wilderness at night and when i am going out there I make sure i have my friends with me.

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Before I begin this might be kind of long, But I want to give you all a little background information about where I work. I work at a local coffee shop that’s located in an old Missionary town that is a little older than 200 years old. The shop itself is only 20 years old, but is built over a Native American burial ground.

Everyone who has ever been hired at my work knows about the several ghosts that are said to be “living” at the coffee shop. Now some of them don’t quite believe in the paranormal, but I have had enough encounters with something during the late shift far too often not to believe. Sometimes I will be restocking beans in the back and will hear a very clear male voice saying something along the lines of “hey there” or “hello miss” right in my ear, or an ocasional sound of something moving in the back when no one is around. It is never anything particularly malicious or anything, but still very off putting to say the least. But this one occasion that I will be going into detail on is different.

It was a normal closing shift like any other, My coworker, let’s call her Sofia and I swept and mopped the floors, did all the dishes and tidied up the shop. We were both exhausted as we don’t really ever get to sit down, or rest because we are always doing something at this job; so we tried to finish up quickly and get home. We went around one last time making sure everything was in place for the morning shift and I turned the music off.

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La llorona

This story is not mine, it’s actually my grandmothers but it’s been passed down to tell others that if you decide to venture to Mexico, you are most likely to experience a paranormal phenomenon. I have tons of family supernatural stories and most of my uncles are still alive to tell them and they are.. quite disturbing.
Well, anyway back to my grandmother’s story. She lived in a small village in Mexico, just a handful of street lights and friendly neighbors, everyone knew everyone. So, my grandmother had six siblings , all five, boys, her and my aunt. She was a young girl and witness most of this herself. She said that her brothers went out to hang around with the other neighbor boys, you know running round, playing games and just causing trouble because what else can you do a small poor village? My grandmother ,her sister and her mother stayed home, doing some chores making and eating dinner. Then her mother decided to scold her brothers, like any mom would do when the sun went down and her children hadn’t return. Just because everyone knew everyone, didn’t mean it was safe, especially at night. My grandmother saw her mother grab her knitting tools and sat on the porch in her rocking chair counting of what she’s do to those trouble making kids, but of course she uses other colorful words in spanish. My grandmother and her sister sat next to her and played simple games and then helped their mother knit. In front of my grandmothers house was all dirt road and one lone street light and it was the only source of light for a long while.
After a while my grandmother started to hear what sounded like screaming and running. Sure enough it was the neighbor boys and her brothers. But because of the lack of light at their direction she couldn’t see much at that time. Beside her her mother started cursing more about how late they were and how rude they were being running like lunatics that late at night.
Then at that point the boys were soon visable as they pass the street light and slammed themselves into the small wooden doorway of her mother’s house, toppling and tripping over each other.
My grandmother noticed immediately that something was wrong. Her mother got up , hands on her hip, ready to school them. But stopped in her tracks as she saw the boys’ faces streaked with tears and their faces pale.
“Now what the hell happened? What’s got you all spooked?” My great grandmother asked them in Spanish.
The boys sputtered and sobbed but finally my grandmothers older brother spoke up.
“The crying woman is following us and telling us to go with her!” He sobbed and clung to her apron. “She’s still behind us! La llorona is still here!”
My grandmother didn’t believe them, she though they were just trying to get out of the punishment, until her brother pointed out the door.
She didn’t see anything but her mother did. And she did the complete opposite of what you’d expect. She laughed.
She turned to the scared boys, “See? This is what happens when you searching for trouble and don’t come home before dark. See? Ah, I might even let her take you for not listening to me. Go eat, all of you,” she waved her hands on a shoo motion,” I’ll deal with this.” She continues to chuckle.
The boys quickly got up and obediently did as they are told.
Then my great grandmother marched back out to the porch sat in her rocking chair and knitted, and looked out into the darkness. That’s when my grandmother finally saw it and then heard it.
A shadow passed back and forth under the only light in the village and a loud desperate wail filled the night. My grandmother was frightened and started shaking. Her mother then started chuckle and continued to rock.
“Go on you little b****, keep on wailing, but you ain’t getting none of these kids.” Another sob/wail,”si, si keep going you are not welcomed here. Now go. Go find someone who’ll listen.” She waved her away. “You want to linger around here? I can wait it out to b****, try me. I’ve got God, what do you have? Go on. Go. None of these kids are yours you dumb b****.” (Now all this was said in Spanish and it’s been known in my family that my great grandmother was very sarcastic and not afraid of anything, she grew up in a tough place and thus she had more back bone than the men in the village.)
The shadow continued to sway and for a brief moment my grandmother saw a long hairs person.
The sobbing stopped by the figure swayed for another 10 min or so. My grandmother claimed that it was like a stand off, she said that you can feel a sort of electrical tension going on. But just as la llorona appeared she swayed once more and disappeared.
My great grandmother laughed and said, “That’s what I thought.” Sounding satisfied, gathered her things and make the motion of the cross before she entered the house and after she crossed the door way. She turned to my grandmother and her sister and said,”This why we listen to our parents, ok?”
My grandmother and her sister nodded and clung on to her as she prepared everyone for bed and later as her father came home from a neighbors her mother sent the children home with him.
My grandmother said her mother was something else but always said not to provoke the paranormal. And her stories are entertaining and have lessons too but the proof are the scars my uncles have. So as a warning de careful at night and be wary of Mexico.

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This happened in April of 2016; I had been staying with my now ex-girlfriend, who we’ll call Emma. Emma and I were no strangers to anything paranormal or monstrous and this wasn’t the first or last time we had encountered something of the like. Now, before I move on I should describe the basement as this is important. The basement in Emma’s townhouse was very small, and it was where her “bedroom” was. It was roughly 28 feet long and was shaped almost like a blocky letter Z with the bedroom in the section under the stairs and a smaller area with an art desk on the latter end. Emma’s bed was located under the stairs and was very tiny, the room itself was 7 feet, both in length and width, being sectioned off only by 2 thick curtains rather than a door.
when I had arrived on the Friday I greeted her and noted how she seemed to be feeling much better as she had a gum graft 2 weeks prior. Throughout my stay nothing unusual had happened until Saturday night when I had gotten a random feeling of unease. I brushed it off and we went on with our night, watching movies on her bed and chatting about our friends.
The following morning I had awoken at 9 am which was very unusual as we had stayed up very late and I used to sleep like a rock back then. As I lay in the bed I wondered why I had woken up. Emma was still asleep and if i had been woken up from any sound she would be awake too as she slept much lighter than me. I rolled onto my side, looking out towards the curtains on the other side of the cramped room. That’s when I had seen what woke me up. Tall and slender, in the far corner of the room wedged between the dresser and curtain stood a creature so large that its neck had to be lowered for it to fit beneath the ceiling. It was black, it appeared to have some sort of cloak on and had a long, dark beak with a slight curve, with dull, white eyes above it. I laid there, motionless and confused at what I was seeing. I blinked and the creature remained, staring at the wall across from it. Cautiously, I sat up as quietly as possible to try and get a better look at what I was seeing, what I didn’t want to see. As I propped myself up on one arm the thing slowly turned its head to face me, moving its body only after it had settled its cold, lifeless gaze upon me. It seemed as if this terrible creature’s body was sucking up every last bit of light, sound, and energy in the room, and I felt as if I was being judged by it. Mustering up my will to move, I tore out of the basement and up the stairs. For the remainder of the day I spent my time upstairs with her mother, leaving her home only after she had woken up some 5 hours later.
I had called her later that night via skype and asked her if she had ever seen a creature like the one I had seen earlier that day. Her facial expression dropped into one of fear and confusion.
“That thing used to follow me around my old house before we moved” She said in reply.
I was confused, and scared for at the time I had no idea what this demonic bird-like creature was.
Emma moved to a house that was a bit closer to mine, and whilst renovating it, she and her family had found that a small room in the basement seemed to be full of negative energy. Slowly, weird things started to happen and the creature would appear in her new home as well. It still emanates a dark feeling and her dogs bark and whine at the creature whenever it appears. I don’t know why it follows her or why it just stares but I think it may be a Raven Mocker. Upon googling the creature I had found an illustration of one in front of a full moon that looked exactly like what i had seen. All I can do is pray that it doesn’t decide to do something more than watch her.

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The Love House

Last week I was driving home with my fiancé and friend, We had just had dinner and we’re going around the mountain we take every night on our way home. It was a little after 12 AM.

My friend had never been inside of the so called love house. It was built in the 1700s and was abandoned on Spencer’s mountain and falling it.

Several stories have been told over the years with the house, that a girl named Sarah was brutally murdered there back in the 1700s. And that the mansion was built on top of a Indian burial ground. Whatever the case may be my friend wanted the experience.

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Summer Break At Fudge Rd.

It was the summer of 2011…I had recently joined a band, and had been spending a lot of time on the road with my fellow band mates. We had a night off from shows and decided to all pile into our van for a drive around the countryside. Our bass player, Billy was the driver. There was also Adam in the passenger seat, along with Eli, Myself, and a friend named Ryan all piled into the crowded backseat. It was an eerily quiet night, and it soon sparked our curiosity for adventure. Now I should mention that in our town of rural Ohio, there were many urban legends. One of the most popular being the “Crybaby Bridge”. The Crybaby Bridge is located on a desolate road in the countryside of West Alexandria, Ohio. The legend goes that a woman had killed her child and hung her self on the Bridge one night, and that if you drive onto the bridge, turn your car off and say “mama” three times, the cries of her and her child can be heard coming from the Bridge. So being the curious teenagers we were, we decided to head to the Notorious “Fudge Road” where the Bridge was located.

We had arrived at our turn to begin traveling on the road when we had come across a sign saying that it was closed. We stopped our van for a moment, wondering if we had the right place. Adam had insisted it was right, so we drove around the sign and continued into the darkness of the road. It had an incredibly dark atmosphere to it, and was only big enough for one car to drive on. There were big trees on each side of the road, forming what looked like a shroud or tunnel, causing the headlights to be our only guide to the Bridge. The stars and night sky were enveloped in the darkness of the trees, and as we travelled along the dark road we had noticed multiple abandoned homes and sheds on the roadside. It seemed like the perfect place for a spooky adventure, but in the next few moments we had regretted our decision to adventure down this mysterious trail.

We had finally managed to get near the Bridge when we had seen a car parked in the middle of the road. Like I had mentioned before, the road wasn’t very wide, so this car was essentially blocking the way to the Bridge. It looked abandoned and as if someone had just left it there. We told billy to go around, as the Bridge was only a short distance away. It was at this point that we passed the car and noticed somebody sitting in the drivers seat. It was a man, he was wearing a mask and had his seat leaned all the way back, as if he were trying to hide. As soon as we passed his car, he started the engine and soon enough his lights were following right behind us. In a panic, I told Billy to drive faster, that we were being followed. He sped up, but once he had reached the Bridge we realized it was a dead end. The Bridge was damaged, and had a large sign blocking the way. Our only choice was to turn around and drive back the way we came. Billy slid the van into the grass and started to do a K Turn in order to turn the van back around. It was then we saw the man’s head lights coming even closer to us. We screamed and told Billy to drive fast, that we had to get around this guy. Adam grabbed the vans fire extinguisher from the back and threatened to throw it at the man’s car if he wouldn’t let us through. The man’s cars sat still in the middle of the road, blocking our way out. Billy floored it, speeding towards the his car and sent it mowing through the field to the right of him. It was then we could see the man in the drivers seat, loading a shotgun, looking up at us with his menacing mask. We screamed in terror and told Billy to not stop for anything, the man attempted to follow us, but we were fortunate enough to get out of there before he could catch up.

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