I live on a large piece of land near the green river, specifically in Kentucky. 243 acres to be exact. But despite being so large, we only have so much to hunt, fish, and ride for wheelers on. There weren’t many roads or fields so we mostly used the place for hunting since the only pond we had was too small for bass so we used it for bluegill and sunfish.
So without any more explanation, let’s get right into the story.
This took place when I was 15-17 years old.
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I live on a large piece of land near the green river, specifically in Kentucky. 243 acres to be exact. But despite being so large, we only have so much to hunt, fish, and ride for wheelers on. There weren’t many roads or fields so we mostly used the place for hunting since the only pond we had was too small for bass so we used it for bluegill and sunfish. So without any more explanation, let’s get right into the story.
This took place when I was 15-17 years old. It was deer season, and since I had school we only went on weekends. This was the third so far, and I had only seen a doe. But of course, i shot her. So anyways, I was in a tree stand on the edge of the first field you get to on the logging road, it was almost night and I hadn’t seen anything but a few turkeys pass through to get water out of the small pond I was talking about earlier. I was leaving at this point due to boredom and doubt, that was until I heard a pack of coyotes howling down at the edge of the field. I got excited and grabbed my rifle, aiming in at the group but, there was only one. It was huge and oddly tall, loud as hell and sounded like a whole group. I thought this was weird but I continued to aim, slowly squeezing the trigger. And I will be serious when I say this, I will never feel another “GTFO” feeling like this again, the coyote looked directly at me, and I soon realized it was standing on its back legs. I almost screamed as I noticed it had ribs that hung out of its sides, and it’s eyes glew a bright yellow. And in a panic I fired at the creature, it let out a heart dripping scream as it began to charge towards me. Now, this field is about 260 feet long so I continued to fire. I stopped when I saw the creature drop. I let out a sigh of relief as I began to walk over to the body, but about half way there it stood up and ran off in another direction. I stared in amazement but soon snapped out of my trance and reloaded, I fired more but missed every shot do to its speed. Finally I felt safe as I saw headlights coming off the road. It was my dad, he said he heard my shots and thought I had gotten attacked by something so he came as soon as possible. I explained everything to him back at the cabin but of course, he never believed me. I finished the conversation off by saying these exact words, “bullets are expensive, why would I waste over 20 shells for a joke?” He told me some people are stupid, and went to bed. And that was all I ever saw of whatever that thing was. I did some research and I’ve come to the conclusion of it being a skinwalker. Whatever it is, next time I see it I’ll put even more shells into it’s ass.
Let me say this up front: My story does deal with elements of an abuse. I would understand if it may be too intense for some. Hell, after 10 years it still feels like yesterday.
I was 27 years old at the time of this and spent 3 weeks a month as a volunteer fire fighter / EMT. I come from a family that has been part of the military and medical services in one way shape or form. My dad was an army medic and my mom still is working with people in the mental health field to this day. I’ve always had two distinctive personality traits – a good heart and complete and utter lack of a life plan. So while I got stuff figured out around the age of 23, I took this on as a way of giving back.
I’d seen more than any person should in my 4 years of doing this. Car accidents. The aftermath of bar fights. Shootings. People who’d passed due to tragic circumstances and my takeaway was the fragility of this truly precious thing we call “life.” There was more bad than good – I personally helped deliver a baby because the mom went into labor too far from the hospital and she wasn’t going to make it. So within the time frame of 20 minutes or so, an 8 pound baby girl was born right in the back of my ambulance. Her name is Shelly and I still see her around town from time to time. I’ve become good friends with her parents and she’s a happy kid.
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I was 18 years old camping with a couple of my buddies. It was snowy, and biting cold winds battered our flimsy tents. We all sat outside on log benches surrounding a campfire. The fire snapped and popped as the sun dipped below the black trees. When the light was gone, we all fell silent, and stared at the fire.
For about 30 minutes we just sat in silence, until the friend next to me sat up and declared that he was off to bed. After that we decided that there would be no more talk or stories that night and slowly receded into our tents.
We were all awakened by a loud and piercing shriek. I stepped outside the tent to investigate, and was shortly joined by the others. The younger friends began discussing what it was that made the sound and were quickly hushed by the others.
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(Hey everyone, Spades here – It was really awesome to see one of my stories end up in a video, and I’m hoping to maybe even do that again if I can write that well! Thank you for all the support. )
(This story was told to me by JakobLmao on Reddit, and will be told from his point of view from here forth.)
I’ve had a draft of this story set up for a while before I gained the courage to share it. It made me question… everything. My faith, my eyes, my friends, and worst of all, my sanity. I’ve decided it’s time to let someone else know about this, maybe that will help me move on… at least, that’s what I hope. For my sake, and maybe even yours.
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My name is Tommey. Im from a small town called Farmington in New mexico. I live right next to the navajo reservation. Near the area of where they filmed “skinwalker canyon” on ghost adventures.
The story im telling happend the summer of 2014. I have many stories and a picture of a footprint from what I believe to be a child skinwalker.
One night me and my friends robert, angelina, and richard snuck out. We were just kids at the time and didnt really know what we were doing. Robert, Angelina and Richard were siblings.
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This story is the reason I never go into the forest at night. I never thought of posting this story in fear that I would not be believed. But I stumbled across this website by chance and read “Seeker”. To my astonishment and horror, the author of that story has a strikingly similar tale as me.
The forests of West Virginia are a beautiful place during the day, but they quickly turn erie at night. I found this out on September 26th at about 9pm 2016. I was out for a relaxing night stroll, something that had become a regular thing for me since I had moved to West Virginia. I walked on a wet sidewalk along the forest, whistling a tune. Yankee-Doodle to be exact. I strolled along whistling until I came to a part of the sidewalk where there was almost no light.
I then heard a whistle come from the forest, the same tune that I had just whistled. But it sounded faint and hoarse. Far away. I peered into the dark forest, and saw two round white lights reflecting back at me. I soon realized that I was looking at a large eyes.
I had no idea how long he had been watching me. But I was quite disturbed and creeped out. I stared at the eyes for about 5 minutes before I decided that whatever was watching me didn’t mean any harm. I started heading back towards my house, but looking behind me every so often to make sure the thing wasn’t following me. I
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This is my Babi’s (grandma) story from when she lived in Czech, firstly I will say that I was saying about how I was listening to scary story’s, skinwakers and wendigos mostly and dedo (grandpa) was saying how they are stupid and how they aren’t real. I don’t beleve the storys are real either and don’t know what to think after hearing Babi’s story.
When she was younger she lived in a village near a forest in Czechoslovakia. She had friends in the far but neighboring village and regularly went there to play table tennis. The village had a road around the forest or you could cut through it can get there in half the time. Everything was normal but Babi had stayed longer than she was allowed and it had become night. This was before phone and she knew where mum would be very angry coming home so late. She started walking home cutting through the forest, something she did a lot, when suddenly she had a bad feeling and noticed the forest was silent with a pungent odor. She couldn’t describe it but had an overwhelming fear which was made worse when suddenly hearing a noise. Scared she hid hugging a tree until the feeling passed but soon released that she couldn’t stop hugging the tree. She tried to pull away from the tree but it would not let go from a long time. Finally it let her go and she flew home. Upon arriving home she knocked on the door and her mother answered angry and babi started apologizing. Her mum started yelling at her for not replying to her when she got home. Babi tried to explain that she only just got home now but her mother wasn’t listening saying that she had been home an hour and hour in her room.
Babi doesn’t know what happened back in Czech and I don’t know either, I have never herd a story like it before and am not sure is this even is a monster or counts a sighting. This story scares me more than any other as I know Babi would not make this story up, as she doesn’t even like me watching horror movies.
One day in July during the summer me, my boyfriend, and my two friends decided to go to this near by nature park in the town where I live called Mancos Colorado to play hide and seek. Now this park isn’t all too big but it still has many hiding places. I was the first to be the seeker so I counted to 40 then started searching for the others. I went off on one of the many little trails and heard the sound of leaves crunching coming from the left of me, so I turned my head to see what looked to be a person crouching behind a tree. I thought that it was one of the others so I called out their names but it didn’t answer. I looked around the surrounding area to see if I could see anyone else but no one was around me. I turned back to where the thing was, but it was gone so I went out to look around the other trails. I eventually found my boyfriend and we went around looking together for the other two. We went down to a more muddy area and I was looking around when David, my boyfriend, nudged my shoulder and told me to look to our left and to our horror there standing about 20 yards from us stood this 9 foot tall humanoid creature. It’s arms were stretched down to its knees and it’s skin was a chard gray with red patches all over it and it’s knees were bent backwards. It wasn’t facing us so we ran out and heard it scream which scared the shit out of us so we ran and eventually ran into the other two. We told them what had just happened but they didn’t believe us until all of us heard the scream once more. We booked it to the clearing of the park and sat there contemplating what we had just heard and David and I were contemplating what had just seen. We described the being to our friends and they just looked at each other and said they had seen something like that except crouching behind a tree and that’s why we had found them together. The other two went home and David and I went to my house for a little. None of us have seen the thing since that day and the image of the thing still haunts me and I hope we never run into it again.
My aunt rented out a section of a woman’s house for a few years in Lowell Vermont. my Father would often bring us up there over the summer to go swimming and see out cousins. Our cousins would often tell us stories of seeing shadows outside at night, foot steps, nails being ripped from the walls and panting being smashed. I didn’t believe them until i had a paranormal experience at there house one time playing Hide-and-go-seek. but that’s a different story.
My sister and i stayed the night one weekend near the end of summer vacation. we decided to pull an all nighter and at around midnight we all decided to play man-hunt in the woods. The person hunting had a flashlight and the rules were if he had you in the flashlight you had 5 seconds to get out or you were considered caught and had to sit in the garage until the round was over. My oldest cousin drew the short straw. the rest of us took off into the woods.
I hid behind some bushes right next to a tall ever green tree looking toward the house. I could see my cousin looking around the shorter trees about 50 feet away from me. He eventually moved on out of my line of sight. everything was quiet, almost like someone had forgotten to turn on the volume, until i heard a few foot steps to my left. I thought it was the seeker but there was no flashlight, so i figured it was another hider so i go to see who it is, i turn around the tree and see a dark figure facing away from me in what looked like the fetal position. I whisper them, but before i could get the first word out it jumped, almost like i startled it, it slowly raised itself up and turned to look at me. what ever this thing was had pure white glowing eyes, had to have been 7 feet tall and it’s arms reached all the way down to the ground white it was standing. it didn’t make a noise and didn’t move, it just looked at me. i couldn’t see it’s face very well because it’s eyes were so bright. after a few seconds i saw a flashlight shine into it, my cousin started counting “one…two…th-” before he could get to three he saw it too. it darted it’s eyes onto my cousin, shushed him and then jumped into the tree and leaped from tree to tree until we couldn’t see it anymore.
“what the hell” my cousin said in a hushed trembling voice
“let’s just get the others and go inside” i said grabbing his arm
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