Tag: wendigo

Wendigo Goes Bump in the Night

I’d like to start this off by stating that I don’t have much time left. Ever since that day, my paranoia has been growing worse and worse. Local wildlife has began¬†acting strange again, I feel sick more often, and I can never shake the feeling that I am being watched.

It all started about a year ago when I went to a friends house for a party. He had invited me and six other friends to play air soft in his large woods that he owned. We were planning on getting in one long match, eat some pizza and nachos, go out for a night match, and then pull and all-niter playing video games and just having fun in general. Now, sad to say, we don’t have such parties anymore. Or at least, I don’t attend them anymore. Now I lay awake, pointing a shotgun at the door

Wendigo on the Roof

So, first of all sorry for any grammar mistakes I make. I am from Lithuania so that’s why.

Let me just say I am a sucker for the paranormal. I have tons of encounters with ghosts, poltergeists, monsters ect…

But this is one of the scariest. I have grandparents. I love them. My mum usually leaves me with them if she is gone for a few days. And one day this happened: I was at my grandparents place and I was home alone. It was at least 8 pm. I was siting on my computer and doing homework. Ya know, all kind of stuff teenagers do. I was going down stairs to get something to drink when I heard… foot steps… not in my house, but outside. And I was scared beacause I watched way to much scary stories tonight. But I didn’t want to a wuss and thought: It’s most likely my neigbours dog or something. So I went back to doing homework.

Scoutmaster’s Voice

I am an eagle scout in Ohio, and I do a lot of camping most of the camp outs I go fishing on because it gets me away from the younger scouts. So when this all happened I was at peace until it all went to hell.

The trip was reasonably peaceful, we ate played capture the flag etc, etc. The everyone went to bed exept me I decided to go night fishing with a buddy. So about midnight we head out to a lake about a mile and a half away from the campsite. Thinking nothing of it this seemed routine to us. When we got there we were greeted by the usual crickets frogs and such and we were there for about 45 minutes until this started happening…

5 REAL Wendigo Encounters

The Wendigo is Hungry . . .