Wendigo at the cabin

This story happened when I was 10 or so. My grandpa owns a 200 acre property with a cabin up in Granby Colorado that is surrounded by forest, which he allows my family to go to. Me and my sister were sleeping in the second floor of this cabin which there are 2 beds and a window looking over the property and long driveway.

We had just gotten up there after a long drive and all of my family just fell asleep.

I woke up at 1:30 AM to a loud scream howl roar mix. I went to the window to check it out but the sound seemed to far away for me to see what made it, so I brushed it off as nothing. About 30 min later I woke up to the sound of scraping on the roof so I hid underneath my covers. I spent probably about 5 minutes under those covers but it felt like an hour, while I was underneath the covers I heard a thump on the ground.

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Why I’ll never go camping again

So this was almost 5 years ago when me and my family went to an old camping ground we used to go to for years and we really didnt have anything wrong with it. There was the odd person here and there but the only thing different was for this trip is we were closer to the woods. We had it situated with 3 tents one for my parents and the 2 were for us, I have 2 brothers one older and the other younger. The third tent was rotated between the 3 of us so one got to sleep alone each night while the other two sleep in the same tent
It was my night to sleep alone and it didnt really effect me much if I was alone or not.

It started to get dark out so we made a campfire and sat around it telling stories and roasting marshmallows by the fire, I think could have been crickets for all I know but we sat there for a hour or so but then it started to rain, and when I mean rain I mean rain, it came down hard and there was a lot of it so we all set off to bed in our tents. I was in there for a while and I could tell everyone was sleeping because my dad was snoring even over the sound of the rain hitting the tents and no phones were on at the time so I knew I was the only one awake.

This is where everything went downhill, I started to hear a tree behind me croak, something that usually happens when theres wind hitting the trees, I obviously rubbed it off because i want thinking so I just left it to it’s own I ended up falling asleep but woke up sometime later to a loud thud, it almost sounded like something hit a tree Then loud scratches. I wake up sometimes to thuds and such so once again I ignored it. I then realised that i needed to piss really bad and how the camp ground works theres a designated bathroom in the middle of the ground but since we were closer to the forest and away from where the RVs are put it was a 5 minute walk to get there. I got my shoes on closed my tent and began my journey. I stepped away from our area and got around half way to the bathroom soaked then I felt a instant feeling of dread, not like something was watching me it was like something was directly behind me I was about to look back but then I heard both a moan and a growl, something that I could never recreate I didnt wait to see what was behind me, all I did was run I headed towards the bathroom because there was no way I was going to try and her payed whatever it was behind me.

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A young man kicks an old half deflated football around the well-manicured lawn of his grandparents’ country estate. Yuma had asked to come stay with them over the summer holidays because as a small child he was never invited to stay, neither did they make any effort to visit him. The only contact he had ever had from his estranged relatives was through cards at birthdays or Christmas with polaroids of them and the beautiful views of the forest from their house. To his youthful eyes, the acres of trees which stretched in every direction looked like a playground ready to be explored. However he had always been told that it was “a dangerous area” for a such a little boy like him. Finally, at the age of 16, he had convinced his mother to let him drive up to his eccentric, native-american, hippie grandparents’ estate in rural Utah to surprise them. Yuma not only wanted to finally speak to his grandparents face-to-face for the very first time, but he was also keen to learn more about his heritage and they were the only ones in the family left that grew up following native-american traditions. Once his mother was born, they moved into a modern house and slowly drifted away from their roots. As soon as Yuma’s mother had gathered enough money from working odd-jobs in the nearby village, at aged 17 she moved away all by herself to California. This caused her parents much heartbreak and soon communication between them ceased. It was only when Yuma was born they began to send each other the birthday or christmas card. Despite being pleased the family was finally coming together again, she was hesitant to let him go alone, her excuse was that it was easy to get lost on the road up the hill through the woods but after much persuasion she caved and let him set out on his long-awaited adventure.

Once he managed to navigate the never-ending, winding dirt tracks, that his poor 1967 Morris Minor convertible was definitely not designed for, Yuma finally caught sight of the house. To say it politely he was very disappointed. He had severely underestimated just how off-grid the place was and as he stood in front of the dilapidated mansion, he took in the spectacle that was the once white crumbling stone walls. A woman that looked to be in her late seventies came racing around the corner of the building with a hunting rifle pointing straight at him. He recognised her as his grandma, Enola.

“Who in the hell are you and what are you doin’ on my property?!” She shrieked. Once he explained she lowered the gun and took a closer look at his face, she apologised for her rude welcome, saying something about how there is bad things out here on the mountain. He noticed her word choice of things rather than people, he thought that was strange. She hugged him tightly and ushered him inside, shouting on her husband to come downstairs. She smelled of lavender and pine and home baking. Once inside the house the boy felt safer but there was still something off about it. A thick layer of dust coated every surface and there was a strong scent of mold which tarnished the torn floral wallpaper. The house didn’t look lived in at all. Half of the windows had been boarded up, his grandmother explained that some kids from the local farm like to throw stones and that they even had the cheek to return to spray paint their names onto the chipboard like an artist signing their work.

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Someone or Something in the snow

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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We’ve been living here for close to two years, and in that time, we were incredibly happy. We had a back yard that was big enough for our son to play in and that allowed us to get a dog, I was able to take up my long time desire to learn archery, and my husband loved his job and was making a rather substantial amount of money. Our neighbors were incredibly nice, the local school was excellent and very accommodating, and I found a good job working as a secretarial assistant. For lack of a better word, things were perfect.

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This is my first story and English isn’t my native language but i hope you still can help me with what my friend saw.

This happened about one hour ago. So i was talking on the phone with a friend of mine and he was in his car in front of a field which had a forest behind it.. It was already dark and suddenly he said: ” there’s something heading towards me” i immediately started to shake and almost had a panic attack.. I have no idea why..

There was nothing to worry about yet.. He said that he came out of the woods.

I told him to drive home, but he insisted to check out if someone needs help.

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A couple months ago, I started noticing things either going missing or things not being where i had placed them just moments before. Like if i were to get ketchup out of the fridge and set it on the counter and go to the oven to put food on my plate, the ketchup bottle would be gone or moved. Or if i were to plug my cell into the charger, leave the room and come back a few minutes later, it would be unplugged. For awhile, i just let these things happen because i figured it was john playing jokes on me,

One particular day, John was in a poor mood and snapped at me to stop moving his things. At first, I thought he was joking, trying to get a rise out of me. I thought he wanted me to call him out on moving my things. I realized he wasn’t joking. For weeks, he genuinely thought i was messing with him and i thought the same. John and I aren’t necessarily new to the supernatural and superstitious. We’ve both grown up with strange things happening to us, i guess because we’re susceptible people who believe in odd things. So, we thought we had a ghost or a trickster or something, messing with us for it’s own amusement.

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I lived in the woods for the most of my life and needless to say I’ve heard things at night. Sure I heard animals, crickets, and the wind but, there’s a sound that remains a mystery. There would be this yelling at night I don’t think it was a fox yell more of a goat yell or something and sometimes it sounds like it is circling around the house.

One night I went to take the dogs out to used the bathroom giving we where in the woods the dogs didn’t need a leash. After ten minutes went to call the dogs inside. Mine you this was winter time cold enough for a jacket but, not cold enough for snow. The dogs would be running around and I’ll have to wait in the cold for them.

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I live in Cromwell and I was 6 at the time of the story.it was late one night and my cat at the time tiger was no where to be found. I checked every I would think to look but had no luck.i began to panic and then thought to check outside.now to give you an idea of my house out house is located in miles of woods.so I headed outside and began to call his name.after the third call I began to hear something.i heard the sound of leafs being stepped on.feeling relieved I called my cats name again.and the sounds got closer.but something felt weird instead of keeping run I only heard the noises getting closer every time I called his name.i was about to call his name again when my mom poked her head and said that she had found tiger in the attic. Then felt relieved knowing my cat was in the house.and then I was immediately filled with dread.if my cat was in the house then what was in the woods. I immediately turned and ran into the house and into my room.to this day I have no idea what was in my woods and to be honest I don’t want to.

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Trees, we all know them. We all dislike yet silently respect their hard barks and stoic branches. But I encountered a tree I can neither respect nor love.

It was around 3am in the evening. I was driving my fiat car down a wooded street, I technically wasn’t allowed to drive my car as my drivers license wasn’t valid anymore. But hey, a man’s gotta drive am I right. Some solicitors had called me up to inform me of a seminar which would be highly beneficial for me to attend. Now normally I would have been pissed off to be called at such a late hour at the night, but luckily I was awake. I had spotted several suspicious looking humanoids, suspected goblins,on my porch that afternoon and wasn’t able to catch sleep. Anyway the people on the phone told me to go to Gaithersburg Maryland, since that was where the great business opportunity awaited me. I was so excited that I slammed my phone down without getting an exact address. I ran to my car figuring I would be able to divine where the seminar was from context clues.

So there I was driving, surrounded on all sides by trees (except for my front and back which were surrounded by road). I turned on my headlights to illuminate the road which I had forgotten to do up to this point. I kept driving for a very long time only stopping at random increments to close the passenger side door which had been damaged in a previous late night drive. I was making good time before I had to stop because a large tree had fallen and was blocking the road. Shockingly, this would only be the second worst tree I would encounter that day. Normally I would have just driven through any obstacle but the tree was big enough to make me reconsider. Being very annoyed at the fact I couldn’t continue, and perhaps being too bullheaded to go back home. I made a decision i would regret deeply to this day. I turned the steering column of the wheel and pointed the tip of my car straight into the dark oblivion of the forest and started driving.

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