(Hey everyone, Spades here – It was really awesome to see one of my stories end up in a video, and I’m hoping to maybe even do that again if I can write that well! Thank you for all the support. )
(This story was told to me by JakobLmao on Reddit, and will be told from his point of view from here forth.)
I’ve had a draft of this story set up for a while before I gained the courage to share it. It made me question… everything. My faith, my eyes, my friends, and worst of all, my sanity. I’ve decided it’s time to let someone else know about this, maybe that will help me move on… at least, that’s what I hope. For my sake, and maybe even yours.
To start the story off I’m gonna give you a bit of setting, it’s Luther Oklahoma and the trailer is so old lanterns come out of the walls for light the whole place is old as fuck. My great grand mother said she wanted a double trailer so my great grand father stuck two normal trailers together to save money. That being said I live around a lot of woods and since the trailer was built so weird there’s a door leading outside straight from inside my room.
We built a dog pen right outside my door for my two Rottweilers, which meant to let them outside u had to go threw my room, which was super annoying but that’s irrelivant. One day I woke up to my “dogs” scratching at the door which is how they let us know to let them in. I figured my mom had come in and let them out while I was sleeping. The scratching was a lot louder and more aggressive this certain time, which I thought was weird but I didn’t pay much attention to it.
When I got up and started unlocking the door (which had no lock so I had a gate lock on it but I always kept the key in the lock so it would be faster to open) I heard frantic scattering and a something grab the fence and jump it in one motion. When I got the door open, there were no dogs, no anything, just woods. I went to my moms room to explain what had happened, and on her bed, there were my two dogs.
This happened at the start of January of 2018, when I was in 6th grade and 11 years old. I was a pretty average kid, I got A’s and B’s, and I had a few friends, one of which was my best friend, we’ll call him Collin. Collin lived about half an hour away from me, so I didn’t go to his house that often. When I did go to his house, we would always play in his woods. He had a good 3 acres of just forest and trees and creeks. There was also a good sized pond that we would go fishing in during the summer months. However, there was an abandoned house by the end of the property. It was a normal house, two floors. It had been abandoned in the 1960s, according to Collin. Since the 1970s teenagers had been partying in it and had trashed it. Collin’s eldest sister, Anna, who was 26 at the time of writing, used to party in it as well, but she stopped sometime before Collin was born for reasons she would not say. The one time we told her we were going, she FREAKED OUT. She told us that we should stay away from that place at all costs and NEVER go inside, especially not in the basement. We just thought she was talking about drugs or alcohol, but we were wrong. So wrong.
I had taken the bus over to Collin’s house on Friday, and I stayed the night, with plans to explore the abandoned house the next morning. When we woke up, we put our orange vests and paintball masks on, so that we would be easy to find. We took a Gator (that kind of pickup truck ATV you see at farms) to the end of the trail, that I noticed eventually began to get paved.
I just recently moved to Arizona. Being someone who is a Christian, I’ve never once believed in something that couldn’t be caught using modern technology. Saying that it’s 2018 and I believe that if we wanted to find something- we would find it.
I was told never to repeat the word Skinwalker out loud. According to lore, Skinwalkers can hear them being called up to 200 miles away. Sounds ridiculous. But hear me out.
It was the Eve of Christmas Eve, 2018. My friends and I live in Payson Arizona and we went out north of town about 5-6 miles onto a trail out into an area secluded from the rest of the town. It was quite cold that night. I was layered up pretty well. We were all set on building a bonfire and having a few drinks.
I will start by saying this is the very first time im posting this and it is a true story frankly it still gives me chills, but ive been a big fan of your narrating so i thought this would be the best place to let it be known.. I will say ive grown up hunting in the woods and im quite used to all the sounds of nature and accustomed to what is around me but this… this was just nothing like ive ever seen, me and my buddy jake were hunting in the woods of eastern tennessee close to the north Carolina boarder, we used to go out there for the weekends once a month and camp out while we hunted.. We got out there friday night and set up our tents and gathered some wood for our fire since we got out there too late to start down any of the trails so that night we just sat by the fire and had made ourselves some supper, everything was peaceful until around 11pm we started hearing branches breaking and twigs snapping, almost like something wanted us to know it was there and it sounded big the branches being broke made a loud crack as if someone broke a huge branch over their knee, me and jake jumped out of our tents and mind you we only had bows because it was archery season we both had our flashlights in one hand and our knifes in the other… we were searching around with the lights to find out what was over there and by this time the fire was already really dimmed down i put another piece of wood onto the fire just to lighten up our area just incase it was a black bear or something it would stay away from the camp and as soon as the sparks flew into the air from throwing the wood on this loud and strange gurgly growl came from within the woods.. this was no bear, was not a cougar i have no idea what made the growl but it was like nothing ive ever heard before my buddy started yelling at it telling it to go away and get.. i grabbed my bow from the tent telling him if he found what this thing was to keep the light on it… after i reached into my tent we heard branches and leaves rustling moving away from us… so we thought it was over we sat there that night keeping wood on the fire talking loudly until sunrise, the next day we figured it was probably a bear and we just guessed it had to be a bear or something and shrugged it off we went hunting like normal and we bagged a pretty nice size buck but it was starting to get late in the day already so we both put our bows over our shoulders and we each grabbed a side of the buck he had the back legs and i had the front carrying it to our camp so we could pack our things and head out of the woods, when we got back to our camp it was destroyed and it started getting darker fast we looked at each other and we both knew what the other was thinking because we both just took the deer and left our tents and coolers behind along with our packs and just headed down the trail to get back to our trucks and we started hearing that growl again coming from behind us and it was starting to get louder so we started to pick up the pace even more trying to get out of there until it literally sounded like it was right behind us, by this time it was already dark and we couldn’t see anything around us so we dropped the buck and i grabbed my knife from my sheath… before jake could get his light on this thing, it was gone when we turned around so grabbed my light out of my pocket and started looking around and didn’t see anything right behind us so we started walking down the trail back the way we were running slowly and cautiously because we both felt if we would have flight instead of fight we probably wouldn’t have made it out of the woods… but we still didn’t see anything.. so we turned around and our buck was now gone not even drag marks like something lifted it up off the ground and carried it away silently we both ran out of the woods and made it to our trucks, the next day we went back to get our tents and everything this time bringing our guns out just in case and on the way back into where we were standing where the deer carcass disappeared at we found a set of tracks… deer tracks to be exact.. and each track was huge.. the size of my size 10 boot… we were both at a loss for words when we saw that but we wanted to get our stuff so we made sure we had one in the chamber of our guns just in case because we had no idea what we could be up against, we get to the camp site and start cleaning up our area when another hunter stumbled upon us he seemed terrified and ran up to us saying “thank god you guys have guns i dont know what this this is it started chasing me we have to get out of here” and while he was talking we all heard that same familiar growl we looked and heres this thing it had to be at least 7 feet tall standing on two legs walking closer to us snorting like a buck in heat had long skinny arms with human like hands the head of a deer skull didn’t even have fur or flesh with sharp jagged teeth one antler and the other side looked like it may have been broken off… and it had the hooves of a deer… me and jack immediately started shooting at it i hit it in the shoulder with my 12 gauge knocked it back almost knocking it over, it made that growl again just before it turned around and darted back into the thick woods me and jake just left our tents and just got out of there… from now on if i go bow hunting ill always have my .45 or another pistol with me just in case because this thing i guess you could call it a wendigo judging by all the stories you have read makes me believe thats what this is… but either way to this day i still get creeped out thinking about it… ive told this to another friend of mine and he said he wanted to go in and find this thing… i advised him not too but i dont know if he ever listened since we no longer talk but this is the second time telling this to someone… this is the first time posting it online anywhere.. all these sightings you have read seem to be at night… seems like no one has seen one during the day time and let me tell you.. id rather have seen this thing at night… because during the day… you can see every last little detail in the matter of seconds… and those images will haunt you… at night you can shrug it off and say your eyes were playing tricks on you with the shadows… well… im here to tell you… it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you… it wasn’t shadows… what you have seen.. ive seen it as well during daylight… and i DONT want to ever see it again
PS. i hope i typed my incident out in the right format im not sure what a double spaced paragraph is…
I used to go camping. Almost all the time, really. Whenever my parents would suggest it, I remembered I would always get so excited. Needless to say, after this experience, I am not so keen on taking a trip into the wilderness.
To clarify, I was almost thirteen by the time of this story. I am currently a couple of months away from 21. The only reason I am sharing this story, is due to the fact one of my closest friends suggested we take a trip there over the weekend. Needless to say, I adamantly said no. Now , before I get too off track, let’s get to this.
As I said before, I was thirteen when I went on this camping trip over the summer. It wasn’t your normal one, it was actually a large gathering of families that traveled up to Highcliff. It was a trip for the rehab my mother was attending. Specifically for the patients who were near the end of their recovery. Truthfully, despite what I experienced I was so proud of her, and I was happy that the trip on her part was magical.
(So i want to get something clear. I’m not the person that drinks or anything like that but yesterday me and a couple friends had a party and i did get a slight buzz. But what i seen was something i know was real.)
During the party me and my friends decided to go out and trick or treat, (One: we were walking around at 9:00 or something and it was in the middle of the woods. Two: all the houses were about a mile apart from each other so we were all tired.)
While we were walking my brother said he had to got “Take care of something” and i watched him go behind a tree, my friends were talking and still drinking but i was the only one sitting on the floor waiting for my brother, suddenly i heard what sounded like a branch snapping and i assumed it was my brother.
This is a real encounter. I am not making any of this up at all. I’m a junior in high school and I was in our school’s ROTC. During the summer last year, we were doing combat night ops during our land navigation training. Me and my fire team were in the middle of the woods, each one of us with a chem light hooked to our web gear. As we were moving through the woods, we came across a small trail and moved into a column formation, out of the 5 of us i was watching our backs.
As we were marching quietly, i chose to do a 180 degree turn to check behind us. As I turned I thought I saw movement in the brush. I passed the order to halt and we all went into a crouched firing position. As we were mostly juniors, we were using airsoft guns with LED tracer devices on the barrels. Our fire team leader told the team marksmen to utilize his ghillie suit and move onto the hill behind us. We sat there for about twenty minutes for the marksmen to report back, but he didn’t. We naturally thought that he got hit and was “Dead”. All of a sudden we heard our CO calling us back in with the bull horn he loved to use. We headed back thinking if the marksmen heard it then he would make his way back.
We got back to our camp and were right about our squad mate, except when we saw him, he looked horrible. His face was a pale white, like he saw a ghost. Our CO, we’ll call him Cap, was Native American and was always a bit edgy when we did training’s in the woods. We asked the marksman, we’ll call him John, what happened. But when we asked, he looked at us with the blank and unnatural expression I’ve ever seen, he told us that there was something here with us, and that we needed to leave. Of course me and the rest of our platoon didn’t believe him, we thought he was messing with us but I still decided to be a little cautious. Cap told us we should eat then rest up, as I got to my tent that I shared with another guy, I decided to pull out a sugar cookie that I got from the MRE i had eaten two hours before for dinner. About an hour passes and i’m lying in my sleeping bag, my battle buddy is out cold. All of a sudden i hear a low whistle followed by a tearing sound, like when you rip a shirt in half but amplified. One of our guys screams and that wakes everyone up. I ran out of my tent, still in my skivvies and stopped dead in my tracks. something was standing over one of our guy’s tents with a huge chunk of the tents material impaled on one of it’s claws.