Haunted Forest Story

Hey there Dark Daddy, I new at this and have been wanting to submit stories from my life for along time. Many of which I will keep to myself, as I am currently putting them into a paranormal comic book. For the record, I am a 27 year old mom. This story is one of my earliest memories that string together the paranormal happenings inmy life. Your video wanted a haunted forest story, and I have one for you.

I was very young, probably six or seven, but maybe as young as 5. I have always lived in Southeast Michigan and everyone here camps, we headed four hours north- the exact area I don’t remember and was too young to care. It was my Aunt’s cabin. An aunt that I had an intimate connection with. My mother’s family comes in two forms, extreme Baptists, and witches. Yeah. I know. Witchcraft is a path that runs in our family and I talked to my Witchy Aunts about scary things I didn’t understand. This is important later. The ride felt like an eternity, with my four siblings, my mother, and my one aunts family in the next car. It was nighttime when we finally got there. I remember us driving slowly up a paved road, you gotta drive slow at certain times of night because deer are everywhere. We round a corner and staring at us, unmoving, is a massive buck. My brothers marvel at it, saying how tasty an eight point buck would be. I stare at this animal, it didn’t look..  Right. I felt like crying. I’ve seen deer, many times, at this age. I felt, disturbed. His eyes weren’t right and his mouth hung slightly agape. It was odd behaviour. We drove around it, but I couldn’t stop staring. The gaze of this animal followed my eyes as we passed by. I stared, afraid and accusingly, like I felt its existence was a lie. The buck smiled at me. The corners of its mouth curling unnaturally around its face. Not something a deer does. I felt horrified, yet validated. I was an old child, already seeing too much of human beings, and so exposed to the horrors of nature. I felt heat releasing from my body, and my soul screaming at it, telling it to GET BACK. The encounter beginning to end was was only about two minutes, but we all know how time has the sadistic tendency to slow itself and prolong our fear in moments like these. I wish that was the end of it.

We all slept in the living room, exhausted in our sleeping bags. The cabin was freaking awesome. Two stories, small, but the layout was super neat. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I remember sitting up amongst the sleeping bodies and in the darkness, it stared back. A black mass towering outside the large windows of the cabin, staring me down, watching my entire family sleeping in the living room. It was very human, but I remember being confused by its long forearms. It was so dark from it being cloudy I couldn’t make anything out. I was already on edge from seeing that odd buck. It wasn’t until decades later that I would connect the dots between the odd buck and this humanoid figure. I felt more empowered, it was less scary to confront a strange man than a smiling buck. A single pane of glass was separating us. With one throw of its body, it could break it and get us. The fact we had ten people versus one black shadow man didn’t factor into my judgement. I felt my family was in danger. I felt angry, I wasn’t sure why. But in my fear I whispered harshly “Get. Back. STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY.”

And, like the kid I was, ran to the bathroom and stayed there. I know my behaviour doesn’t make sense, but I was six years old. I did my business quickly and stood at the sink thinking of what to do. I looked for a weapon, but not a real weapon, i told myself, because i could get in trouble. I took a nail file and eventually left the bathroom, creeping along the floor and pressed against furniture.

I was gunna fight em. Whatever it was. I was gunba fight him. There was no shadows at the window.

The air was buzzing, I felt the shadowman was still there. Somewhere, watching.

Sleep took me eventually. The morning I woke up everyone had already been awake. My older cousin gave me a bowl of cinnamon cereal. I told him. “I saw a shadowman outside the window last night.” He hesitated, uncomfortable before he smiled and said. “Didja flip him off?” I laughed and said no. He looked and me and smiled telling me quietly “Remember what my mom says? Don’t tell people stuff like that, it scares them. Don’t tell Cate.” My sister cate was two years older but didn’t have the same problems I had. I should add I am the youngest of a large family.

The day goes on and we play and scream and run around in the woods near the cabin. Two neighbour kids in the cabin down the road joined us. The cabins are very spaced apart. Our cabin had a shed thirty feet from it. The area was fairly open and the adults were building a fire as the younger ones acted like kids and had a contest to see who could find the vest stick and had swordfights.we ran back and forth across the dirt road, playing in puddles and being our age. I remember seeing my aunt near the fire pit behind the cabin, being the whimisical woman she was, she struggled with a lighter. It wouldn’t light. My siblings and cousins weren’t around but I could hear their yelling and laughing. My aunt looked around, snapped her fingers and make the flame on the lighter jump to life. I giggled, peering at her like a guilty pixie from the side of the cabin. She told me to shut up and go play.

I looked past her and saw my sister standing near the shed. I ran toward her, and she turned and bolted, I picked up the pace thinking it was a game of “keep away from the obnoxious little sister” Cate’s favourite game at that age. When I rounded the corner of the shed. No one was there.

There was so many trees, I knew she was hiding behind one of them. I called out LOUDLY to her. “YOU CALL ME CHUBBY BUT YOURE THE UGLY ONE.”

 

Sisters.

Nothing stirred.

“Cate?” I called out. She liked to scare me. So I walked around to peer around trees. I kid you not, I only took a few steps, and looked around then the shed and cabin was gone.

I stopped and turned, keeping my feet planted. Michigan has a lot of forested areas and parks, and I’ve gotten lost before, so I kept my feet planted so I know the direction I came from as to not get turned around.

I turned my body to face the direction I knew I came from. Did I wall further than I thought? I was shook. No way I ventured so far from the shed. I walked in the direction I came. No shed between the tress.

I felt panic. If I was lost, I know my sister was lost. The sun was high in the sky. I knew I was going to be fine, I was good at getting myself out of situations like this. I absorbed a lot of skills from my siblings, so I was a street wise kid. I saw a large, knobby tree, the kind that come alive in cartoons. The curves in it reminded my of the tree from disney’s Pocahontas. I hugged the tree. Tree hugging was a thing I did. Oddly enough my niece did it wheb she was toddler, and my daughter hugs trees and talks to them. This wasn’t a behaviour any of us were taught. Its was just something I did. I believed trees had feelings.

“Shh.” A whisper came from my left. I froze. I remember seeing a yellow haze drifting between the trees. I wasn’t afraid of it, just perplexed. “I think I’m lost.” I said out loud. No one was there. I didn’t know why I spoke outloud or to whom, the haze got larger. I hugged the tree next to me.

“HEY!” A loud male voice yelled. A tall man in ripped denim stood fifteen feet away. I became afraid. I couldn’t speak. I don’t know why.

I stared at him.

“HEY!” the voice came again. My eyes widened. I heard a voice, but the man’s lips were not moving.

“Come here.” The voice had more malice.

“No..” I whispered quietly. I knew he wasn’t someone I should listen to. Something was wrong. My stomach was churning. I felt myself sweat.

“COME. HERE.”

I clenched my eyes shut. I felt a voice inside me say “You’re in danger.”

“NO. Go away. You can’t hurt me.”

I open my eyes and see the manmoving towards me. But, he isn’t walking like a person. He’s lurching, with one arm tucked to his side. His cheek bones are uneven, the skin is warped. He isn’t a real person. I back up and turn my head. The golden fog brushed againat my skin. It felt comforting even in this odd moment. I was full of fear yet knowing i was goimg to be ok. When I look back, he was gone. This intensified my fear, it rose instantly and gripped my throat. If I could see him, I knew which way to run- away from him. I started screaming. Just screaming and making as much noise as I could. I felt a tug in a direction, like an instinct.

I moved in that direction continuing to scream. I knew my voice would carry and alert someone. I ran for what felt like forever. Finally I bumped into the neighbour his face was distorted with concern. My mom was right behind him.

I was bombarded with questions. I was two miles from the cabin. Two miles? My adult brain is wracked by the fact. I took only a few steps from the shed, and somehow ended up two miles from the cabin. I told my mother I was following cate into the woods. She stared at me, confused. You didn’t follow anybody, cate was across the street with the other kids.

I was bawling. That was impossible. I saw my sister run behind the shed and followed her.

My aunt looked at me concerned. “They tried to take her away.” She said to my mom knowingly. My mother hissed something nasty for her to be quiet. “Nobody is trying to take you away. Why did you wander off by yourself?”

I didn’t answer my mom. I shouldn’t tell people things like that. About the man that wasn’t a real man. Things like that scare people.

As an adult, knowing what I know now. I think I encountered a skinwalker. I believe the buck, the shadow, and the thing pretending to be a man were the same entity. I also wonder about the kind voices and gold fog, I believe there was a forest spirit guarding me. I know stories of skinwalkers they don’t just disappear like that, they are persistent. Before we left the cabin. A large black dog stared at me from the woods. It had wolf-like featured and golden yellow eyes. I didn’t feel afraid. I remember smiling at it from the car and waved. I felt thankful. I still feel thankful. I never went to that cabin again. But I have seen that wolfdog spirit since this experience. My aunt tells me it’s a guardian spirit. We have them protect us from malicious entities. Damn, I am so grateful for that.

Witch in the Park

Now, it’s not much of a story, but it’s believable because of that.

The story doesn’t take place in US like most of the stories here but in southeastern Europe, Croatia to be more precise in city of Dubrovnik. If any of you watch Game of Thrones you can recall the scene of Joffrey’s wedding and the park where the scene of it was took, is the park in which my stories take place.

Now the park isn’t that large at all, in the most isolated place you are probably 2 minutes of walking away from the nearest house, and you can walk trough entire park in 10 minutes, but when it gets dark it can get really creepy.

First story happened probably a bit less than a year ago my girlfriend and me we were walking in the more wooded part of our little park, but still we were 10 seconds from the nearest house. My girlfriend is the easily spooked type of person, so I was making fun of her being scared of this park, she was begging me to go out of it and I assured her we will be out in a minute, when we suddenly heard this, what is best described as a witch’s cackle, like that cliche cackle you hear in kid’s movies. So there was no previous noise of people talking or walking or anything like that, nor did it came from the direction of the houses I mentioned before, it came from the only direction there were no,

so we bolted it out of there, our descent into the civilization lasted less than a minute. Once we were on the road again my girlfriend started crying out of terror. We mostly written it of to somebody screwing with us or just somebody with a really creepy laugh, but the memory of it haunted us a bit and we didn’t visit that park for some time after that.

The next story takes place half a year after that, somewhere a bit before the december of 2016, this time my girlfriend or anybody else wasn’t present there. It happened somewhere around 3 to 5 in the morning, can’t remember correctly. Now I was drunk, but not the drunk people imagine when somebody says drunk,

I basically drank enough so I would be relaxed enough to dance and not to feel out of place in a club. So as the night was passing and the last drink I had was hours ago, I started to feel more and more sober. I wasn’t in many clubs in my life so I can’t if it is like this everywhere but the first signs that you are getting sober in the mentioned club, isn’t the return of your self awareness of how bad you dance and the feeling that comes with it. It’s the heat, the unbearable heat that drives anybody except the one who are drunk enough not to care or notice.

So as I said I was getting sober, and the heat was getting unbearable, so I decided to take a walk, during my walk I felt a need to relieve myself and since I didn’t feel like going back to that hell just yet, and I didn’t want to be an asshole and piss near somebodies door I decided to take my call of nature to the nature herself. I walked up the hill to the park and didn’t venture deep maybe 50 meters from the entrance and I started doing it.

Then I heard that same laugh, that same cackle coming roughly from the same direction I heard it last time, only that this time that place was a bit more away from me so it was more quite, bit more trough the echo, but it was the same cackle I’ve heard a half a year before that.

I froze for a second, finished what I came for and walked from there as fast as I could without running.

I mentioned this, same as the other encounter to my friends who laughed it of, either not believing it or just writing it off to whatever.

I didn’t hear anything of sort since, nor did I hear anybody having same or similar experiences and it’s a frequent place to walk your dog during the day, and a popular spot for all sorts of metal heads and hipsters to drink during the weekend. So I hope it was just some random coincidence of somebody laughing creepily while I happened to be there.

 

The Thing I Saw Was Real

For the sake of privacy, I’d prefer not to disclose my city, but I come from India. The city I live in is a very busy one, judging from which, most of you would believe that paranormal experiences hardly exist here. But I’m not kidding when I swear that what I saw was not a figment of my imagination.

I’ll start off with a brief description of my locality. The National Highway passes close to my house, so there are two major halves of the area I live in, one to the either side of it. The market closest to my home lies on the other side of the highway to which I stay.The cars and other vehicles usually go along the highway, so even though you can hear honking noises from well away from it, the streets can be eerily empty at night.

On the night I’m talking about, I had just arrived home from the school farewell ceremony at around 8 pm. In winter season here, it gets dark pretty soon, so around this time it is near completely dark outside. When I arrived home, my mom told me we were going to have my cousins for a sleepover, so I naturally asked her if I could get some drinks and junk food to pass the night with. Now, as I mentioned, I had to cross the highway to get to the market and the area was not as developed as the area I live in. Not a big deal for an 16 year old who just had to ride the cycle for a maximum distance of two kilometers at best and return within half an hour right? Be patient with me for the next part.

The part I’m writing about now is around the time I was done with the stuff I had to buy and was returning home. I was cycling through a not-so-well lit street, with a few cars parked here and there, road riddled with potholes and mostly trees on either side, when something to my left caught my attention.  A woman in yellowish-white “saree”, which is a traditional dress in India was looking at me with a terrifying glare as if I had done something horribly wrong. She had an facial expression which would honestly scare the living hell out of you even if you pictured it in your mind for a few seconds. She was slowly walking in the forward direction where I was heading with her head turned towards me at nearly a right angle, that is, towards her right. There was nothing about her that made me feel as scared when looking at her as when I cast my eyes upon her feet. The feet were in the opposite direction to the direction a normal person’s feet faces when walking. I feel like I’m explaining all this in a very light manner but in reality, I feel like I might puke at this very instant I am typing this. She wore no footwear, the skin on her feet seemed as though it had been scratched with something sharp which was used with force with blood oozing out and the skin surrounding that was almost black in color, seemingly rotten.

I cycled as hard as I could to flee away from her, but my blood froze in horror when I saw her running towards me with a speed which, at the moment, seemed far greater than the speed I was cycling at. She was right in front of me in an instant and it was during the brief moment I looked at her right in the eye while avoiding her that i noticed that the flesh covering her face seemed rotten as well.

Suddenly it struck me, what I was seeing was the same thing i had heard of years back as the description of witches by my grandfather. The feet being in the reverse direction, black rotting skin, it all fit perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. I

This lady who I honestly believe was perhaps the ghost of a witch was right in the middle of the street blocking my path as I was taking the open road to her right side to rush home. I have no idea how I managed to calm myself down and continue cycling in the same direction as she was now standing in. Perhaps adrenaline kicked in at that instant and I did get away from her. I reached home at a loss of breath and told my mom what happened. She obviously didn’t take it seriously at all and I still feel helpless at the fact that no one believed me at the time.

As unbelievable and stupid all this seems even to you guys at the moment, I can assure you what I saw was perfectly real. I still have nightmares about the woman I saw and wake up in cold sweat every so often in the middle of my sleep. The experience left a lasting impression on my since I have developed an extreme phobia of darkness. To everyone hearing this, I would just like to say, not all myths and folklore are just imaginary stuff meant to scare you. Some of them are real, and if you indeed encounter anything of that sort, you’ll be lucky enough to survive the ordeal. Stay safe!!