Werewolf in the Fields

By whosfraba

I was one of those people that always commented or replied to people’s paranormal experiences with “That’s bullcrap” or “There’s no way that’s real”. I don’t know if this experience was karma, or if I was just unlucky. This experience will terrify me forever.

This happened in the summer of 2013. I was living in Nebraska just before I shipped off to college in Iowa (exciting, right?). A couple of friends and I had taken up a new pastime that consisted of us walking through my neighbor’s cornfields. He didn’t know about it – If he did, I’m sure he would’ve politely asked us to stop messing around in his fields. Well, we weren’t really hurting anything. Just walking, talking, or sitting and looking up at the stars. It was always a good time. Read more “Werewolf in the Fields”

The Creature from the Lake

By Doss P.

During mid-summer of 2011, me and my buddies (For privacy reasons, we’ll call them Harry, Tom, Carson and Rob.) took a trip to the mountains a couple hours away from our town.

Once we got there, we noticed that there were less people than we expected considering it was the middle of Summer. We then rented 1 cabin for 3 days, which had a view of the lake and was surprisingly not that expensive. Once we got settled, me, Rob and Tom went straight to swimming in the lake. I swam for a while and found myself in the middle the lake. Read more “The Creature from the Lake”


So me and my family decided to go camping over summer break. As we were driving out there I saw someone staring at us when we passed a cattle guard.

Of course I’m the only one who saw it. I was scared because I’m a paranoid person. My family just shrugged it off. I was 12 by the way. We got to our camp site and pitched the tents. There were three tents. Each held 2 people. Me and my brother explored the forest like I used to love. We heard the sound of chopping wood. Read more “Camping”

I Feel Watched by Monsters

By Kaedabae

Sorry in advance for this being a long story, and here’s a little bit of information. About 3 or 4 years ago my family moved into a house that was really old…

My family consisted of My Mother H, Step Father D, My Brother N, My dog Bella, and Me. I was pretty much alone the day this happened, except for Bella we were running and playing outside. See my backyard is about 3/4 of an acre and their is a stream that runs behind it and at the end of the fence their is a mini forest of trees. Read more “I Feel Watched by Monsters”

Real Goatman Encounter

By Collegefallage

This will be short but sweet – Well, it won’t be sweet at all. This memory haunts me daily.

I live in a very mountainous region in Colorado. I love going hiking, no matter how much snow there might be. I had been an passionate hiker since I was a teenager.

One of these hikes, the snow seemed to be coming down hard. It’s a gamble to hike during the snow – As soon as it seems to be getting rough, it’s time to head back. So, that’s just what I did.

But that day, when I did turn to go back toward the opening of the trail, a figure stood before me. Read more “Real Goatman Encounter”

The Goatman is Real

By n.v.us

This is a short, but terrifyingly true, experience that occurred when I was about eleven twelve years old.

I grew up on a Navajo reservation in Utah. Often, the older guys would go out to a nearby bluff to camp out. I was never allowed to go with them – They were grown ups, my mother would tell me. I was just too young.

But the older I grew, the more I wanted to go with them. So, one night, I snuck out and followed them out there. It was maybe a thirty minute walk out, and it took everything I had to be quiet enough to not get caught. Read more “The Goatman is Real”

Goatman on the Road

By 123cryptkey

Cabins are so creepy. I guess it’s my fault, though, for letting myself get creeped out by something that’s supposed to be a vacation getaway. But I can’t help but think about the dozens of stories I’ve read online about creepy experiences at cabins.

I can say for sure that I never thought I’d ever experience something myself. Read more “Goatman on the Road”

Goatman Attack

By JustPlainScrewed

Back in the mid 90s, I would run tree limbs along a long, winding road in the backwoods of Kentucky in my old ford pickup. Growing up there, I heard countless stories of strange things. The stories were usually your typical “creature in the woods” sightings, but for my thirty years of living there (at the time), not once had I seen anything strange. And believe me, I drove through and worked in the woods on a daily basis. I was so sure that if I was going to see something weird, I would have already seen it.

I was dead wrong. Read more “Goatman Attack”

The Mumbling Thief


My name is Sally (NOT MY REAL NAME) back in 1986 when I was 15, my father was a state trooper in the deep south (I do not want to disclose the state because my father was a well known and well respected peace officer in his day). He was assigned to a rural outpost and was responsible for hundreds of miles of state highway covering a lot of hills and forested areas. So my mother and father decided to rent a small house (more like a wooden shack) nearby his highway patrol station, rather than live in the city, and have dad come home every other week. The house was off the main highway and at the end of an old logging road. The house was surrounded by deep dark woods on all three sides. (The nearest neighbors were miles away from us on either side. We were out in the middle of no where!) It was an old, old, one story wooden two bedroom house. Not as nice or as sturdy as a log cabin. In back of the house was a small stand alone narrow wooden structure. The Landlord said it was built as a small barn but it could be used to store the car (a sort of make shift garage). The house was not much to look at but the price was right for my dad, CHEAP!! Read more “The Mumbling Thief”

Was it the Goatman?

By RegularDecaf

My family used to live in an old trailer out in the woods in Southern Missouri. We never had much money, but we did the best we could. Honestly, though, I hated living out there. The place was run down before we even got it, trash in the yard that wasn’t ours (mostly) and leaky pipes that ended up rotting out a few spots in the walls of the place. It always smelled of mildew, and the nearest neighbor was about three miles down the road.

So, I guess the only good part about the place was how quiet it was. Read more “Was it the Goatman?”