I work in 3 departments in martins so its hard to remember certain faces and im mixed for the record that will come into play later on but i will never be able to forget this mans face it was me a chicken fryer and a female coworker on a Friday night the fryer came in the back to where i was organizing our cooler and said a customer asked for me by name so i went out to see who it was thinking maybe it was a friend or family member when i rounded the corner i didnt recognize the man so i asked if i could help him and he just looked at me with this blank stare it looked as if i was looking into the eyes of a lifeless body he then walked away fast forward to the end of my shift i finished up and went outside to leave as i got close to my car i saw the same lifeless face he watched me get into my car and followed me from my job to a nearby walmart when i noticed it i got irritated and got out and asked if i could help him and he got this wide smile and i noticed his teeth was completely black and he started running towards me so my reaction was to swing i knocked him out and called the police well turns out this guy was wanted for attempted murder and was a well known neo Nazi who was recently going around and attacking random mixed men and women
Hello darkness,i would like to start by saying I listen to your stories almost every night,it helps me to sleep,and I have a few of my own,no skinwalker stories yet thankfully.
So to put into perspective how scary this was,this happened to me when I was 11,im 21 now and still remember this experience vividly.
I was walking home from a friend’s house one night,down a dimly lit road around the corner from my house,the road was about a mile long and it was roughly 10 o’clock.
When i was 15 i was bullied severely.
It got to the point where i switch schools after trying to kill myself. This story I’m about to tell you actually has multiple paranormal occurrences with in a small time period. Id say probably around 2 months or so. When i switched schools i switched to a alternative school, the only one in the town i live in. It was located in old town where all the buildings were around 100 years old.
This school in particular was built in 1906 and has many ghost stories that come with it. I was told by a few teachers some of the stories which were pretty creepy.
They say there was a little girl who fell down one of the many stair cases and snapped her neck on the way down a died.
When I was a little kid I met a new friend. His name was Matt. The strange part about Matt is, he was a shadow person.
Matt was the name I gave him, I say him because his features were more manly than girly. I only seen Matt once. I was relaxing on the couch in the living room, I had my eyes shut, but when I opened them there he was. If I were to try to describe him I would say he looked like a man from the 1950s with his hair slicked back. Anyway, when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a completely black male figure.
I’ve heard stories where sightings of shadow people are usually quick glances, or they are human shaped until around the legs where they become more like a blur.
In my case it wasn’t a glance, and he didn’t go into a blur. He was a basic human except for him only being a black figure with no features other than his hair which was slicked back. Even without any features though I could tell he was staring into my eyes while I stared into his nonexistent eyes. He was strange to see, but I had no sense of fear only friendliness.
After I’ve been watching these horror stories, I’ve decided that I would share mine.
A little bit of backstory first: I’m an only female in my house with two brothers and my dad, my mum died when I was 3 so my dad is currently bringing up 3 teenagers by himself.
For my brother’s sake and safety, I’ll call them; Max aged 18, Ryan aged 16 and me Abi aged 14. Even though I’m the youngest I’m the most protective, I don’t know what I would do if my brothers were gone even though they hate me and think that I’m soo annoying this will be important later. Anyway onto the story:
This happened on a school break, it was night.
Let me start by giving some background, I’m going to turn 16 within a week of me posting this, but I must have been two or three.
My mum has always been able to tell if there Was something paranormal going on, including blackshadows, some people call them shadow people. I don’t remember any of this, but I’ve been told multiple times by my mum:
When I was younger for about the span of three months I would wake up in the middle of the night, every night, screaming. At first my mum thought it was nothing, just another nightmare that young children often get, but after a few weeks, my mum started to notice something, I would wake up every night at exactly eleven pm. No earlier. No later.
At the point when she started to notice, she also started to stay up until I woke up, and at that point it became obvious, this wasn’t just another nightmare.
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.
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.
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.