First of all: english is not my first language, so I appologize for any mistakes
This happened recently, only a few days ago as of this being posted. My family and me live in Lötschental, a relatively isolated side valley in the canton of Valais, Switzerland. And as of recently we’ve had an abundant amount of snow, cutting off the entire valley from any civilation. This apparently happened quite often back in the day and was always a reason for some scary stories to originate.
My father had been trapped outside due to not being able to leave work as they announced that the road was going to close. Luckily I was allowed to leave my gymnasium (during a latin exam, which is usually not the case so thanks to whoever convinced our principal to let us go) and catch the last train that was going to be allowed passage. So it was just my mother, 12 year old sister and me at home and all female household, for now at least.
A few days later the first supply helicopter arrived and I was to go down into the village to get our share of it. I had to go because my sister was to young to and my mothers knee was acting up again. It would probably be worth to mention that we live a bit outside the village and the walk down would take about 45-60 min. All of that in knee or at some spots even hip deep snow. So I went down into the cellar to get the snowshoes, to make it at least a bit easier to walk. I emptied my school backpack so i’d have somthing to carry our stuff back in put on my snow-wear and snowshoes and off I was.
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I’ll start this story off by saying that you should always be careful when camping.
It was late April and me and my grandfather were going camping on the river we took his boat which was an airboat with a six cylinder lycoming engine and a 12 foot hull this will come in later.
We got to the campsite which was just an island on the river we called this place Shell Island because there were lots of swap snail shells.
We set up camp and got finished at around 11 AM. We decided to go riding the river. When we got back it was about 6 PM we sat in the tent until about 8 PM. We got back in the boat and grabbed the frog gigs and put on our lights we gigged frogs until about 12 AM then we headed back to camp.
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I’ve been interested in hiking for a long time. After middle school, I actually had more time to do that than less, even with high school work. During the break, I visited one of my friends in New Jersey for his 16th birthday. His parents got him a new camera with night vision and video recording capabilities, so I suggested we test it out. He said “Let’s go to the Pine Barrens. It’s so dark and tree covered, I can really see how good it works.” I agreed and followed him in. I wish I hadn’t.
During the after noon, I kept hearing twigs snapping, branches creaking, and leaves rustling around us. I brought it up with him, but he insisted that it was just the wind or the effects of the earth settling, or small animals like chipmunks. I decided that since he had lived in the state his whole life, he knew what he was talking about. As we continued to go deeper into the woods, I kept getting the strange feeling that I was being watched. I said “I hope Bigfoot isn’t here.” His reaction was stopping, and then turning to look at me. I asked him what his problem was, and he replied”Bigfoot isn’t here. THIS is Jersey Devil territory.” I realized why he suggested the Pine Barrens. He wanted the Devil on film. Heat signature or otherwise. I showed him a picture in the urban legends book I took with me of what the devil looked like. I asked him “Do you really believe that a creature like that exists?” He was about to answer, but stopped when he saw something behind me. He whipped out his camera and tried to videotape what it was, but he missed it. He told me to follow him so we could corner it.
As soon as we agreed, I heard something overhead and looked up, but I didn’t see whatever it was that made the noise. My friend was really starting to freak out, and so was I. I was about to get terrified beyond comprehension. I said “Come on out, you good for nothing monster.” My friend bonked me on the head with his camera and told me not to act stupid. In hindsight, it was stupid, based on what happened next. This was a time when I wish I was deaf, blind, and unable to smell.
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About a month ago I went with a group of friends from college to go hiking in the Cascade Mountains in Oregon, right in the Crater Lake National Park area. The trip through the mountain ranges was fun and quite the workout. Towards the end of our little vacation we decided to cross through the Crater Lake area, to take in the view and see the blue waters for ourselves. We arrived in the lake area late in the day and decided to set up camp close to the lake shore.
That night the six of us had a good time talking, and telling stories. Other than a scare from some too curious opossums looking for food, the night was relaxing and soon we all went to sleep tired from the long days trek. Around sunrise we began waking and preparing our meal for the coming day. As we sat around our fire eating in the early dawn light we began hearing a whooshing sound, and what sounded like trees rustling. we all got quiet and were looking around when a large shadow fell upon our group as a large creature flew over us.
As the creature flew by us I took in the features i could see. It looked to be about the size of a one of those mid sized Lear jets. It had two massive wings, four legs, and a long tail that had what looked like fins about mid way down its length. It’s neck was long but not serpentine, and its head was a least the size of a large car.
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This incident happened to my family in the mid-1960s while visiting El Yunque (pronounced “JOON-kay”) National Forest in Puerto Rico. The Story told to me is for when I ever decide to visit El Yunque or any forests for that matter, that I act very, very cautious. I will start with my grandmother. Since my grandmother was a child she always wanted to visit El Yunque due to its popularity of pristine waterfalls and fame of being the largest nature reserve in the island of Puerto Rico.
Well, years later after she was mary to my grandfather they took a trip with my dad then a teenager along with my aunts and my second cousins. After a great day of hiking and bathing in the springs my second cousin Mayra who was about 4 at the time was playing near the hiking trail that left the spring (El Baño). My Grandmother happen to look her way when she notice a small humanoid being staring at my cousin from behind a bush. My Grandmother said the hideous creäture made eye contact with her, my grandmother spooked, screamed at everyone to get my cousin Mayra. My father startled by my grandmother’s reaction looked to where she was pointing and saw the humanoid creäture take off. As he ran towards it, the creäture parted through the brush at an incredible speed.
He mentioned that the thing left a trail of pushed over plants and broken vegetation. My grandmother quickly told everyone to pack up and they never went back to El Yunque. I asked my grandmother what did they creäture look like, she said it was a small humanoid brown in color and had like a garment made of brown leather. She mentioned his face had a sinister look and that its intentions portrayed nothing but wickedness. El Yunque is known for lots of disappearances and plenty of mysterious events. I don’t really have an interest in visiting as my friends whom have visited told me is a pretty solitary place.
I worked a small time park maintenance and upkeep job a few years back for a local park. It’s no Yellowstone, but I grew up there, hiking the hills and exploring the forests. When I got offered a job working there I took it without a second thought, even though it didn’t pay well – just my way of giving back to the park.
I have more than a few stories from my time there, trekking about with a shovel and saw for whole days at a time, but my favorite tale comes from a co-worker of mine, who I knew as Mikhael. Mikhael had a particular nickname among my fellow crewman – The Count. This was, as far as I could tell, in reference to his angular European face and dark black hair. The Count was around 50 or so when I met him, and yet he had such a love for the forest that he stayed in his part time volunteer job.
The Count was a very kind and gentle man – he would help out with anything you asked, was always kind and compassionate. Of all the things I remember about the Count, one thing that’s always stuck was his love of telling tales of adventures in his home county of Poland. His passion for said stories are part of why I log and spread them as much as I do today. The Count told, no pun intended, countless stories, and many of them I can recall somewhat. Only one of them has really stuck with me all these years later, and it was the last one he ever told me.
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Ok I’m new to this site but I feel I must convey this to someone.
One day during my junior year in high school, my friends and I decided we were gonna spend a night in my dad’s old cabin. I remember when he would say “listen here son it’s not safe there, evil things live there” I thought he was fucking with me (I could never be more wrong)
The cabin was I big one room building with a fireplace, and a loft big enough for all of us, there was three of us me, my boyfriend (who we’ll call Andy) and my friend ( who we’ll call Brenda) when we got there we started joking about how a hockey masked maniac was gonna kill us. There was a lake just a few yards from the cabin as soon as night fell we started drinking a bit my bf and I even kissed a bit. Then we heard it, it wasn’t a roar, it wasn’t a growl, it was like a pig screaming in pain. We opened up the door and looked into the darkness and there we saw it, a gaunt, grayish-pink figure standing at the edge of the circle of light shone by the lamp on the porch.
I quickly ran back inside and grabbed the rifle from the mantle, when I got back my friends were intransed by this thing it stood unnaturally still as I shot at it, as if it knew no harm would come to it (it was right) the gunshots rang through the night as the bullets phased through it and hit the car behind it, my friends snapped out of the hypnotic state as they ran inside.
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Me and my friends were in school one day and we’re siked about summer vacation.My friend Sam had a great idea about going camping with all of our friends. I immediately was worried about the idea as I thought my mom wouldn’t let me go as she was one of those moms who was overprotective to say the least.
Once we asked around after school about who wanted to go we each set out on asking for permission from our parents. I was skeptical about this as like I said my mom isn’t the most reasoning women about these things. But to my surprise she decided to let me go as she saw it as a good way to get me off the computer.
Not all of my friends could go but a few could. Me my friend Sam and Jamie Were all allowed and started to decide where we would go.
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I have always been a person that believed in the paranormal and other things such as skin walkers and windigos but I never thought I would incounter such a thing in my life, until one cold and windy day in my little town were nothing ever happened. So my house is located across a river and this river runs all through our B.C. area it’s fairly large and to cross it there is a little one car bridge, you have to under stands that this bridge is located in the middle of the woods Draper into the forested areas in my little village. Since my school is across from the bridge I have to cross it every morning to get to school even in the winter seasons because my parents leave to work fairly early every day of the week.
This particular day was a cold one, snow everywhere and the river was frozen with ice covering its surface, as I was walking tawords the bridge I saw something catch my eye across the rivers edge, there was something standing by the tree I brushed it off as a cyote or something because we have plenty of wildlife around her, but as I started to walk closer it seemed to stand very tall and it was kind of dark. Now I was kind of nervous because it could have been a wolf or a bear and I really didn’t want to get in any trouble with those animals. As I began walking across the bridge I noticed it… it was looking at me, I looked closely.. it wasent any bear, it wasent any wolf… it was something out of this world. This creature stood on its hind legs witch bend back words like its bees were inverted and it was very thin, so thing I could see it’s ribs and it’s spine when it crunches over. I was so shocked at what I was looking at. I just stood there staring for probably a minute strate but it felt like ages. The thing quirked it’s head up so fast I didn’t even see it move, it.. it was looking at me strate into my eyes. It was in human then I saw it’s mouth move. It was distorted I couldn’t make out what it was saying because I was on the bridge and it was on the rivers edge. I moved one step forwards to walk still with my eyes on it. It saw me move and screeched our a loud blood curdling scream, I was so scared I felt my eyes tear up as the thing fell on all fours and ran across the icy river at top speed faster then anything animal I had ever seen and in seconds it was gone. I ran to my school as fast I could and didn’t look back… but I swear… I heard twigs snapping behind me keeping up with my pace the hole time until I made it to the highway and ran away from the trees.
I was 16 years old. I lived in North Bend, Washington, which was mainly covered in dense forest. I was going camping with a friend, whose name was Leo. We drove about an hour before we got to the campsite, then unpacked our things.
A burn ban was going on, so we couldn’t start a fire. We just sat outside our tents, admiring the beauty of the vast forest. We were the only ones at the camp, which made the experience even more fun.
That night, I was awoken by the sound of snapping. At first I thought it was my imagination, so I tried going back to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to see that something was different. A large tree, which had been standing tall and sturdy just the day before had been snapped in half. What was worse was the huge amounts of black slime that dropped from the splintered ends of the tree.
Bewildered but mostly unconcerned, me and Leo went for a hike. We discovered that multiple other trees had met the same slimy fate as the one by our tent. And then we saw claw marks.
Huge gashes ran along the tree trunks. They were at least 30 feet up.
That night was when we saw the creature that had done this. Me and Leo both
woke up to a sound. It was like a quiet groaning. We climbed out of the tent, and looked around, only to see the he black silhouettes of trees. But then I noticed one of the silhouettes moving. It lumbered nearer and nearer. I could tell it was a creature, it was just 40 feet tall and thin, with long swaying arms and a hunched back. It had a long graceful stride. As it got closer, I made out details. It’s torso and legs were covered in thick long brown hair, it’s arms were long and bony, and made of skin. It had a round head and round eyes. From its mouth dripped the same black substance that we saw on the trees.
It didn’t seem to want to harm us, it simply walked around the forest, grabbing trees and breaking a few. Every now and then it would turn it’s head really fast and make a whistling sound.
Eventually it left.
Me and Leo just stood there dumbfounded, but eventually went back to our tent. The next morning, we packed all our stuff and left. When we were driving, I glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw a circular brown head sticking out from the top of the trees. It watched us as we drove away.