It was the 27th of may 2008 on a Thursday this happened and as it was my 12th birthday so my mum decided to book a 5-day forest camping trip because I love camping, (for England) it was half term and I needed to get some fresh air from playing too much ps3!
I arrived with no problems apart from forgetting my spare trousers (pants for Americans) and it was fun. On Monday we did archery (a popular sport in England), on Tuesday we went rock climbing and on Wednesday we made little boat’s and saw if they would float and every night we hang out at the fire sang songs, made smores and played Chinese whispers but on Thursday it was different all the councillors were scared and they worried when people went outside the main building just to go to the toilet!
Later that day when the sun started to set (as it was summer that meant it was 8-9pm) and there was a counsellor that was calm and not panicky like the others (she’s called Erin) so I asked her whats going on “don’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you especially not the councillors” she replied “apparently there’s a demon that inhabits the woods and only comes out on Thursday because it was born on Thursday, but anyway if we mention the demon’s name 3 of us will die”
“What a bunch of crap! tell me it’s named…” I said back
“I think it’s called Beasley” she answered. I don’t know why but as soon as I heard that name I felt insecure I instantly looked behind me to see if there was anything there but nothing.
She told all the campers to go to bed so we did. Strangely, I woke up at midnight only to see that Andrew and Calum (the two people in my tent) gone. I unzipped the tent slowly and quietly only to hear a whisper behind my ear saying “YOUR NEXT” it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard, it was a deep raspy voice. This was followed by my friend Calum screaming “STAN HELP ME!” without thinking I ran to the noise and after what seemed like a lifetime of running I stumbled across Calum’s teddy bear but then at the worst possible time I saw a coyote and I know for a fact that there are no coyotes native to England I instantly thought skinwalker. I just ran to my tent as fast as I can to my tent zipped it up and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I told the councillors that Andrew and Calum were missing but not about the skinwalkers because I know for a fact they wouldn’t believe me. There was a search party and 2 days later they found Andrew clinging on to life but Calum has never been found. I haven’t told anyone about this event up to no or at least not about the skinwalker part and I hope I never have to deal with this again. I’m contemplating about going to therapy but will they believe me if anyone has had an experience like me can you tell me if a therapy session works, please help me and I shall hopefully see you soon.