I am 15 and I am about to tell you a somewhat short story of mine that I still cannot explain today. I am firm believer of the paranormal such as ghosts, demons, shadow people and all of that what not, anyway back to the story. I was about 4 and at the time and didn’t really have any opinion on the paranormal.
I didn’t know anything about it that if somebody said the word ghost I would think of the Halloween costume with two eye holes cut out on a white mattress sheet.
So one night I was sleeping in my room and for some really weird reason I just woke up out of the blue. I was really confused then out of nowhere I was overwhelmed with fear and dread and felt like something was watching me and that I was not alone. I remember I had a green digital clock on my dresser about 6 feet away from me that was the only source of light in my room which still was barely anything other then that it was complete darkness.
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It wasn’t a cougar…
My Grandpa died when I was ten years old, they ruled it out as a cougar attack, as the area we live in is known for sightings and i’ve heard them at night (their howls sound like a woman being murdered). we live in a small rural neighborhood in Arkansas where the nearest town is about a twenty five minutes drive , there’s not much to do but swim, fish, and hunt.
My Grandpa used to hunt the area near the lake, as deer and other animals thrived around this lake during the winter and all year round. I used to go with him, until I was around seven, when both my father and my grandpa told me I could no longer go hunting until he had killed the cougars that lived near the lake. Even though I was small, I always heard that cougars didn’t usually attack people in groups, but I obeyed them without question.
Sometimes though, my family would go to the lake to camp or have a picnic, my father always told my sister and I to stay away from the darker area of the woods near the lake, always justifying his orders saying that they couldn’t see us if we went in there, or that it was very snaky; We obeyed him of course.
Now I am seventeen. And sometimes I take a walk to the lake with my dog Heinrich, who is a two year old German Shepard. The lake is about five miles away from my house, so the walk takes a little more than an hour. I left the house one morning in the late spring to walk and clear my mind a bit, as my parents recently divorced and my search for a job wasn’t really going well. I absolutely love nature and It has always comforted me. I told my father where I was going and what time I planned to be back. I left with my 45. and a machete that I kept sharp. Heinrich happily followed because he knew where I was going. It was a beautiful day out. Not a cloud in the sky and the wind was very calm.
After walking for almost forty minutes, Heinrich started barking and ran after a large rabbit. I wanted to go after him but he always comes back eventually.
I kept walking and As I was about ten to fifteen minutes from the lake, I heard a really strange noise, like a painful groan but from an animal. It sounded roughly like a dog or an injured deer . I feared Heinrich had come across a cougar, somehow without me hearing it I ran toward the groaning noise and then I heard foot steps running fast behind me. I spun around to see Heinrich right behind me… he looked absolutely horrified but otherwise unharmed. I was perplexed.
Then I realized the groaning had stopped and … so did everything else. I know it’s cliché but literally there was absolute silence. No birds, no squirrels or rabbits running and playing. Nothing. I was kinda disturbed. Then I realized that I was in the part of the woods that was darker than the rest. The one my father had always said not to go in.
Heinrich started me when he started growling, he was staring at something in the distance. Then I saw movement, it was light brown like a deer. But it looked wrong. It’s head was NOT a deer’s head. Nor was it’s legs. It wasn’t a cougar either. Not at all. This creature was frail but large, with yellow eyes and it’s face. It’s fucking face. It looked like someone put a rat in a meat grinder head-first. It had massive fangs and matted, wet fur. It noticed us. Heinrich had alerted it.
The creature. This Fucking thing stood up on it’s back legs and walked toward me. I panicked. Hoping a 45. would scare it away or hurt it enough that I could run in time, I fired three shots. I know at least one found home because it screamed the most awful fucking sound i’ve ever heard. It was like a woman screaming but darker, like it was on those silly voice changers you play with as a kid. I ran and screamed for Heinrich to follow, he did and we booked it.
I heard heavy footsteps and breathing behind me. I took my pistol out again and glanced behind me to fire. This thing was too fucking close. At least fifteen feet away. I shot twice and ran harder. Another scream and then I didn’t hear anymore footsteps. But I did hear something else.
“Gavin, don’t go too far son.”
It. It was my grandfather’s voice. This creature was using my grandfather’s voice to fuck with me. I was no more angry than afraid. I turned around and looked down the dirt road. I took my 45 out and reloaded it. Then my machete as well. I heard it say my name again “Gavin. Come back over this way”.
“Wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. Heinrich growled and started barking at something to our left.
It was IT WAS MY FUCKING GRANDPA. He was decayed and rotting. We was dressed in his hunting clothes from the day he died. This fucking thing took shape of my grandfather. I unloaded on this thing and almost all of them connected with it’s head and torso. The creature fell to the ground an writhed. I knew I had to run. Heinrich wasn’t far behind me and We finally reached home. As soon as I opened the door I slammed it and collapsed on the floor. Heinrich laying beside me just as tired and traumatized.
“The hell are you doing son?!” My dad demanded.
I couldn’t speak. I just looked at him. He saw in my face that I was horrified. He asked me a million questions and asked if a cougar had tried to attack me. I looked at him and the the only thing I could manage to say was “ Not a cougar”
He looked a bit confused. I took a deep breath and Said “ it wasn’t a cougar that killed grandpa.
I told him the story but he didn’t believe me. He just said that I was panicked and my adrenaline was pumping but I know what the fuck I saw. And now the memories of my grandpa are tainted because of this fucking creature.
That was eight months ago. I’ve been saving up and waiting to buy a 45/70 and a maybe a four wheeler. I’m gonna go back. I’m gonna make sure I kill this thing.
This may not be the scariest story, but it sure as hell is creepy.
So my name is MK, I’m 14 and this is a story of why I’ll never wander the woods while I’m drunk again.
So it was 3 days after Halloween, I was at a party I always go to every year. I was with my friend Lluvia and we were on the huge golf course right outside their house. This was more out in the country side of Texas so there were a lot more woods. I was a little tipsy, Lluvia as well. We were running away from her sisters friends when we entered the dark woods about 2 miles away from the party. We walked around for a bit, drink cheap beer and laughing about stuff I can’t remember. I was just about to ask Lluvia something when I heard a small snap. I turned around quickly, thinking it was one of the many deer in the forest. Nothing was there. I shrugged it off, too drunk to realize that it was probably not a deer because they would’ve run off super quickly if they saw me. It was about 20 minutes later when we found a small clearing, the grass was super soft and wasn’t scratchy against our skin. We laid down to just rest for awhile, not really wanting to return to the party just yet. I was texting one of my friends, Nikoli, when I saw a small shadow run through the tree in front of us. Startled, I immediately stood up, trying to see who it was when the thing just suddenly disappeared. Like it was a ghost or something. Lluvia pulled me back to the ground, complaining about how I was always moving around as I shook off what I just saw. It was probably just the beer, I thought to myself.
I told Nikoli about what I saw and he texted me saying that I was drunk and I should go home or go back to the party. Of course, I ignored him, I don’t really listen to orders well from people. Minutes later, I was driving off to sleep when I saw it. It was a shadow slowly moving closer to us.
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Let me start off by saying that this happened last year, I am a male and I was 16 at the time. My parents own a pretty big cabin up in the mountains and once it hit winter break we would go to the cabin and stay there until January. I always loved going up to the cabin because there was just so much to do. It was pretty big and advanced too. Well we headed up there like usual and on the first weekend we were there my parents decided to go out for dinner. This meant I would have the whole cabin to myself and I was excited to say the least. After they left I quickly got a bunch of junk food and turned on the PS4. It was pretty ironic because I was playing a game that takes place at a winter lodge, the game was called Until Dawn and it is a horror game. I had played for about an hour when something hit a window in the main room loudly. I jumped and my heart immediately started to race. I calmed myself and headed over to the window to see what it was. There was a harsh blizzard outside so I gave up on looking out there, all I could tell is that someone threw a snowball at the window. But who would be crazy enough to be out there during a blizzard?
I tried to distract my mind by turning off all the lights and continuing to play the game. After another 30 minutes someone knocked on the front door loud enough for me to hear. My parents wouldn’t let me open the door for strangers at age 16 but I figured I could still check through the window by the door to see who it was. I approached the window and used my fingers to pry open the blinds and peek outside only to be met with another set of dark eyes. I couldn’t help but let out a scream that cracked as I jumped. I immediately felt my heart skip a few beats as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Suddenly a rock smashed through the window by the door and I ran into the kitchen to grab a kitchen knife before ducking behind the counter. I heard the heavy footsteps of boots and the man grunted as he walked. He headed towards the room with my PS4 and tv on to look for me. Once his outline was out of view I headed into the basement. My dad had a rifle in there but I didn’t know where exactly it was down there. I tip toed to the basement door and shut it behind me as I descended down the steps.
At this point I was more scared than I ever imagined I could be but I tried to focus. I eventually found an old flip phone and quickly called the police. I explained the situation but it probably came out as rushed half words. They told me to get a weapon and remain calm since they couldn’t send anyone until the storm cleared. I hung up and set the phone down on the counter as my chest ached from my heart pounding against it. As if the man heard me he had smashed open the basement door and quickly ran down the stairs. I hid behind an open door and since my basement was large I tried to form a plan with whatever thoughts I could muster. It was a terrible idea but I planned on waiting until he walked through the door way to lock him in the room and run to the main floor and outside. It was hard for me to hold my breath and I couldn’t help but breathe heavily, the only way he didn’t hear my breath was probably because he was grunting loudly. He didn’t seem mentally stable and he had our double bladed axe from our shed. God knows what other things he could have taken from the shed. To my surprise he didn’t see me through the crack in the door and walked by. I took two big steps and slammed the door shut before going to lock it. Only problem was I hadn’t had the time to think clearly and there was no lock.
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I have had a lot of Paranormal encounters but this is not my story this is my mom’s. My Mom and my Uncle had to go pick up my Grandma She worked in a small town called Red River The Blizzard was bad and my Grandma’s car wasn’t turning on So she told my mom to pick her up and be safe because the roads were slippery, My Mom told my uncle to go with her they where at Questa New Mexico they drove Slowly the storm was bad while driving a large creature started walking across the road it was about nine feet tall it, the creature had white fur and large teeth it stared at my mom and uncle it then turned away and ran into the woods they started talking about it they both agreed it was a Bigfoot the next day my uncle went to the area he found Footprints and even took a picture of it (this is where I wish that I found his old phone) in the mountains of New Mexico Creepy stuff happen every day.
I little back story before we get started:I live in the east side of Tennessee. It’s your typical country side with fields, farms, woods, etc. But there’s alot more to my home town then meets the eye. I wasn’t always a believer in the paranormal. But really, no one ever is until they have their own experiences. My experiences started back 2 years ago. I’ve had my encounters with werewolves, skinwalkers, wendigos, demons, even the goatman once. And many many more entities. But what I encountered three weeks ago, that was a new one for me.
It started when I was on the phone with my best friend. I was walking around outside when all of the sudden I heard a loud bird-like sound come from just above me. It was so loud, I nearly dropped my phone. The sound was other worldly. I didn’t recognize it. It definitely wasn’t any bird that’s normally around. It sounded huge. I ran out into my yard and looked up at the roof, there was nothing there.
Fast forward to the next day. It was storming like crazy. The wind was blowing violently, my house was shaking. Thunder roared across the sky. And it was just absolutely pooring rain. It was a complete monsoon. I actually love it when it’s that crazy so I was outside running around, playing in the mud, that kinda stuff. Well while I was jumping in a puddle…I heard it again, that sound. But this time, I saw something. Up in the clouds, I saw a shadow or…a silhouette. It looked like some sort of bird. But it was MASSIVE! I couldn’t see it too well due to the rain a mist. It seemed to at least have a 20′ wing span. I heard that same bird call again before it disappeared into the clouds.
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Hi there, my name is Johan and Iam 23 years and I live in northern Sweden.
I apologize if why spelling and grammar is bad as English is only my second language so please bear with me here. I have alwyas liked to go hiking and camping in the massive woods next to town. As a kid I always used to go with my grandfather.
I just always loved listening to the stories he we would tell me about the woods as we sat by our campfire.
He had always been a good sortyteller and the stories were always so capturing and made the forrest seem so much more vast and mystical than it really was. Anyway, I developed a big love for those woods and it become a big passion for me that I shared with grandfather.
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I have been looking for a place to post my story for a couple years now because I just need to get this story out to someone who might believe me, any way let me give you some back story.
It was summer 2016 in mid August in Minnesota on the White Earth Reservation, I had been working out for over a year and had lost over 80 pounds, the reason why I’m telling you this is because I always took my 3 dogs for a run every day through our 100 acre forest.
My dogs names are Magoo, Zeus, and Apollo ironically Magoo is our biggest and scariest dog, a German Shepard black lab mix he looks like a bear honestly, while Zues is a deaf beagle so I kept him on a leash and Apollo is a pure golden retriever and very protective but a big chicken. One day on our run we are about one mile behind my grandparents house on a good pace, I am occasionally yelling for Apollo to come back near us, when all of a sudden I hear him barking and this odd deep cackling sound from that same direction.
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For reasons that will become apparent, I will keep details hidden and all names will be changed.
So, I live in the U.S, my dad used be a drug dealer in South America till he came here. He cut off content with most of my family who still live there expect for my cousin Pablo. Now moving to America was hard on my dad and me. So, to make ends meet I would some less than legal activities. So did Pablo. Debt at the time was hitting my dad hard so Cousin Pablo offered me a job. He and three others were going to rob a local who lived somewhere out in the dead of nowhere in a private home, cut from society.
He told the job could let them a cool million if not more. So, after he got me a free plane ticket, I ended up in the middle of South America deep jungle 4 hours away from civilization. We stopped when, we hit the gate. A large fence that blocked most of the wild life nearby. We cut our way through and my cousin is explaining things.
I am with his three allies, Jack, Susan, and Mary. All who his local friends from his other illegal activities and just as much in need for money as I was. As I walked with them Mary, asked Pablo.
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This actually happened to me a few years back at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia.
My sophomore year, I roomed with a girl named Kara. She was a jazz vocalist, but her main interest was opera. We had a small room on the sixth floor of a dormitory called Juniper Hall. The walls were thin, and her last night singing and voice practices would keep me up late. After a month or so of lost sleep, I convinced her to move her last night practices to the music studios in the Merriam theater building a block away.
Around [8:00] one evening, Kara announced that she would be practicing late for an upcoming recital and probably wouldn’t be home until around midnight. Great, I thought, that means I can go to bed early (I was beat … I had a horrible day in acting studio, and was ready to pass out as soon as I had dinner). She said goodnight and left, coffee and sheet music in hand.
I made some grilled cheese and soup, gobbled it down, and immediately began to prepare for bed. By the time I got out of the shower, my eyelids were so heavy I could hardly brush my teeth. I pulled on my PJ’s and crawled into the top bunk of our bunk bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I should take a second to describe the layout of our apartment. When entering the apartment, the bedroom was through a door immediately to the left. Our bathroom was inside the bedroom, just past the bunk beds. (UArts is nice in the sense that you don’t have to share bathrooms).
Anyway, I woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing. I opened my eyes and groggily check my phone: midnight on the dot. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. I heard Kara enter the room and stop in front of the bunk bed. Checking to see if I’m actually asleep, i thought. She flopped down on the bed below me, which was strange, as she was a stickler for brushing her teeth and washing up before bed. Then again, exams were just around the corner, and we were alle exhausted. The mattress below me creaked, and then was silent. I couldn’t even hear her breathing.
I started to drift off again. I was just on the edge of deep sleep when I was startled awake again by a noise.
A key in the lock. The door opening.
And Kara entering our apartment, humming an opera tune the mattress below me creaked