This story is extremely creepy. Before I start, I want to say that I had the room that both of my cousins shared, and it will be important during the story. So, One time I was sleeping over at my aunt’s house over night, and I was in the living room. My uncle noticed that I was falling asleep, so I was told to go to bed. I went up to where I was supposed to be sleeping, and I had this uneasy feeling about the room. Now, keep in mind that when the light in the room is turned off, it is undeniably pitch black in it, like you can’t see anything. Anyway, I noticed that there was a bunch of cords everywhere on the floor and a table near the bed I was gonna sleep in. I mentally planned out how I was going to get to the bed and turned out the light. Then I turned it back on because something didn’t feel right about any of what was happening. So I did what I just said over again and still had this uneasy feeling. I did this continuously for probably about a minute or two. And I just didn’t want to be up there alone so I just went downstairs in the living room and slept on the couch, but the whole time I was upstairs, I felt like I was being watched. And at one point when I was up there, I turned and looked in my aunt’s bedroom which was across from where I was sleeping and I could make out what looked like a black silhouette with red glowing eyes standing in her room, and that’s when I decided not sleep up there and came downstairs.
Something about being in the woods has always fascinated me.
I found myself on an expedition deep within forest. To be more precise, High peaks wilderness which is an area within the Adirondacks. Brought along a buddy of mine, you can call him “trailmaster” and a friend of mine, call her “nymph”. The trails here are endless. Beautiful mountain ranges filled with mile after mile of dense forest. The true definition of beautiful and dangerous.
After hiking for most of the day, we must have traveled just under 3 1/2 miles. Trailmaster found a good spot for us to settle down for the night. A slight breeze blew from the northeast, as the sun was on the verge of setting. An estimate of 2 ½ of daylight left. Trailmaster set out to gather wood and nymph went to collect water from a nearby creek. I worked on setting up our 3 tents for the night.
All of a sudden, nymph, came running back to camp without the canteens, the sound of her panting followed by her dropping to the dirt on her knees was enough to leave me in awe. Believe me I say I known nymph, and it’s unusual for her to be panting that loud. Nymph? I did my best to calm her down while trying to get answers. “What the matter”? I asked her. Just as trailmaster returned with a bundle of sticks. “What wrong with her”? he asked. This is what nymph told us. She had just arrived at the creek and found a good spot. Just as she was filling, the cliche sound of a twig snapping was heard. The sound wasn’t enough to startle her, but rather the events that followed.
Before I share this story id like to say this isn’t mine, it has been a story that has passed down through my family, It was told by my great great grandfather when he was 16 0r 17. this will be from his point of view.
I lived in the town of lexington ohio. my family was poor and i would often go out hunting with my father so we could find elk. this one paticuler night my father asked me to come with him, i said sure and we went out to the forest behind our home. we had a small hut we would sleep in if we stayed out late, but when we reached it, it torne down. my father and i thought something like racoon did this while looking for food. we went out for a few hours and brought back some rabbits and ducks. we had to rebuild our hut so when we finished we were tired so we decided to go to bed. a few hours we went to bed i woke up to the sound of footsteps near our camp. i was suspicious, mostly because i get scared of small sounds like a bump if a peice of firewood falls over. i held my rifle in my hands and i could hear the sound of metel being scraped across another peice of metel. i woke up my father and i signaled someone was here. we gripped our rifles and prepared to shoot some warning shots. he said “on my mark, you turn on the lantern and shine it at the noise.” i shook my head. “one, two….THREE” he said. we stood up and when i shined the light i was horrified to what i saw. sitting on a tree stump was a man, he ws wearing black pants and boots, a white shirt with suspenders, and the part that stood out was his mask, he had a sack with two eye holes,around his neck was a noose that was cut in the midde. my father aimed his gun but the man jumped at him. he pinned my father on the ground and grabbed a the weapon he was sharpening, it was a meat cleaver. he raised it on the air but just in time i grabbed my fathers rifle and smacked it against his head. he screamed and looked back. he got up and started to walk backwards. i dont know why i didnt shoot him, i was terrified and in a transe. the man looked at me, then my father. then he started to walk back into the darkness, when he was out of sight i could hear him yell out “IT’S BEEN FUN BOYS,BUT MY WIFE WILL GET UPSET WITH ME IF I DONT GET BACK BY SUNRISE”. i help my father up and we grabbed our rifles and ran back home.
When we returned my mother asked us how we got on. My father didnt say anything but he looked at me with worry. My mother could see the worry in our eyes and she asked “Whats wrong, is there anything i should be worryed about?”. my father sighed and said “We were attacked, some lunitic with a mask almost killed me,He’s still out there, on our property”. my mother looked at him and said “what do we do.leave?” my father replied saying “No, were staying here, ill lock the doors and stay up with my rifle.” so for the rest of the night i could here my father mumble to himself sitting in a chair with his gun. Soon after we learned of a man who would brutaley attack hikers and hunters with an axe or cleaver, he would rapidley drive the cleaver in their face and cut out their tungs, two days after his capture he escaped the gallows and was spotted in richland county before he disepered entirerly. im not sure if it was him or not but judgeing by the cleaver, it most likley was. to all those who go hunting in the forest, stay safe because you will never know if you run into a man like this, or worse.
I was lying in bed and I looked out the window and saw what looked like GLOWING EYES!! They were bobbling around. I grabbed a flashlight and went outside. As I opened the back door, suddenly I heard….
I turned and saw my six-year-old daughter. “Yes?” I said. “What are you doing? “Ummm..I’m….going outside for a walk.”
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.
Eight years ago in mid November Blueberry mountain, Northern Alberta Canada , my Family and I were camping out at my Grandmothers Farm on my mother side Of the family. The place has always given me the creeps since I was a little girl. I could deal with spirits and ghosts but not for what was about to happen.
My grandmother was in her trailer Watching her movies with her cats, and My parents holiday trailer was ten feet Away. My dad was trying to make Dinner, and had asked me and my Brother to retrieve something from the shed by the beaver pond. I thought to myself “ ya no, not without a Flashlight”.
So I grabbed my sweater That had a busted zipper and I had put On my shoes and me and my brother grabbed a flashlight just incase one burnt out. So we walked out passed grandmas house 250 feet to the shed.
It all started when I was in British Columbia getting ready for the first day of school, along with my brother. Let’s call him Darius. I was honestly excited for my first day of school because I got the opportunity to make new friends, and develop skills that I desired for my upcoming future job.
After a long time of getting ready for school, it was time to go and when we got into the car I heard a noise. It was like a mix between a wolf howl and a crocodile hiss. I instantly looked behind but saw nothing. This was strange because if this thing was on the ground it would have made a sound due to the twigs on the soil.
So I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me well at least I hope so.
trigger warning: suicide)
Life throws us off balance sometimes. Things happen, and we hit rock bottom. That’s what I went through. My parents split up due to my father’s alcohol problem, and my brother, Dylan, and I agreed that we both wanted to stay with my mother. My father made not objections, I don’t think he wanted to waste the money on a court case. He just wanted to sit in his little apartment and drink. So, after the divorce my mother, my brother and I had to find a place to live. We were able to find cheaper housing in a small town rather than living in the big city. It was your usual run down place. The whole town was very traditional and dull. I don’t think I had ever seen the sun whilst we lived in that town. Within the town were your usual things: police station, restaurants, library, a few cafes, a bus station where I had never seen any buses, a gym and, of course, a school. The school is the main setting of this story.
It was a grey building, made by metal and not brick. The doors were automatic, and their playground was just a strip or tarmac in the back of the school with a few benches. I would have complained to my mother about the school, but I didn’t want to make her more stressed than she was. She was already working 2 dead end jobs, and barely got time to herself between me and Dylan needing fed. Therefore, my brother and I sucked it up and went to school.
I stayed on the edge of society in my school; sitting alone at lunch, sitting at the back of the class, not really talking to people. However, one day, I met a girl in the cafeteria. I hadn’t noticed her before, but when I did, she entranced me. Now, being a lesbian in a small town is a big no-no. So, I pulled my eyes away from her and looked down at my unappetising lunch. I pushed food around my plate and she sat down across from me at my table. I look at her. She was dressed in dark clothing; a Panic! At The Disco shirt and black ripped jeans. She had her hair dyed blue, which matched her eyes and stood out from her pale complexion. She was gorgeous, and my breath hitched in my throat.
The names in this story have been changed, including my own for privacy reasons. I always hate going back to this story, in fact it only happened recently, just over a couple years ago now. I know I was stupid and that I had made some bad choices, I’m just hoping that I can get my story across to many people my age or that are new to technology.
For some context I’m a 16 year old girl and at the time of this story I was about 14, I was using this app called yellow at the time (I believe it’s called Yubo now, if you can please avoid downloading it at all costs). Yellow was basically a dating app for 13-19 year olds where you can swipe right or left on people you like and dislike. On yellow you can livestream and invite people to your streams so people can watch you and your friends, you can also link your Snapchat and Instagram.
I set up my account, linking my snapchat, but not my instagram. I had little to no action on the first day, I then decided to go onto the live-streaming section and watch a few live videos.
This isn’t a very long story.
This happened when I was 9, before my little sister was born, I’m native American and believe in all our spirits and creatures. I was visiting my dad on the White Earth reservation in Minnesota. It was during the winter, I love dogs so when I found out there were puppies I stayed out all day sitting with them in my jacket. On one of these days there was a snow storm, it started off very light then after an hour you could only see ten feet in front of you. While I was sitting on my dads porch I hear huffing, I thought it was a bear that lived not to far from my dads house so at first I didn’t think anything of it. Until I looked into the tree’s, I saw a very large figure. I was scared cause I thought it was the bear, the way it moved it didn’t look like a bear but thats what I thought it was until it started jumping away branch to branch. The branch it had been crouching on had broke when it jumped. I knew what it was when it did that, bigfoot. I’m 16 now and I know a lot more, bigfoot is a spirit and maybe once was even a being. They are very docile spirits but if you disrespect them they will get aggressive. The way movies and people describe them, they make it sound like bigfoot is an evil creature. My experience was peaceful in a sort of terrifying way. If a bigfoot is aggressive towards you, very, very carefully leave and think about what you might have done to anger it.