I have always been a believer in the paranormal, but only to a certain point. I like to think ghosts are real, but I’ve never had any proof of their existence, so I kept simply being neutral until I had cold hard evidence that the paranormal was a thing.
Let me start by saying that this story is absolutely true but I don’t remember everything in detail that happend. So at the time when this story took place in was between 10 and 11 years old. I lived in the countryside, near the mountains in a country in Europe.
This happened a year ago on a camping trip with my dad in late July early August.
If you’re from the Peru-Converse area of Indiana, you probably know about Okie Pinokie. If you don’t, here’s a brief rundown.
Okie Pinokie is the local name for part of the Frances Slocum State Park, where County Road 510 E dead-ends in Peru, Indiana; the road merely makes a circle and doubles back into itself. It’s just a stone’s throw from the Mississinewa River.
Many who have visited it claim it’s haunted, but if you try to look it up online, you’ll get a lot of inconclusive results.
Supposedly at the turn of the last century, a 7-year-old girl named Stephanie was found brutally raped and murdered in the woods, and in the 1960s, four headless bodies were found in the circle formed by the road. More recently, a man was beaten to death in a robbery gone bad (this was in May of 2018). You can see scratches on one of the trees; they look like they’re made by a deer scraping its antlers on the bark, but they’re horizontal and have a space for an opposable thumb.
Now this is a very Short but a very disturbing story, it starts somewhere about one and a half year Ago. I was 16 back then and it Still scares the living hell out of me. Just to be clear i live in a really safe suburban area in Sweden and there are almost no crime here and it could be considered heaven compared to other places in Sweden.
Anyways there are a big Forest really close to all the houses and inside there’s a small lake that i always fish in.
Now my house is only 1 minute away from this forest, which in My opinion is very nice. When you enter the forest it only takes 40 or so seconds to get to the small lake, i can even see it from my window.. Now i have a dog named chucky who’s a male siberian husky so he usually needs long walks except for the late night walks. I am very used to take chucky for evening walks since my dad has back problems and My Mom is just generally a tired person and since i’m the healthy son i Help out My parents. Now the path i take usually takes about 15 minutes to walk.
Hey, its me again, the woodsman, i saw that darkness is looking for campfire stories so guess i could share the story that keeps me from camping out in my woods anymore. This is one of many, many odd things that has happened on this property of mine. I really didn’t realize what i was getting into when i bought this new house in the middle of the woods.
But hey, I’m surviving i guess.
By the time that the events in this story took place, i had already experienced quite a few things on this property. And this was easily the third freakiest thing to happen up to that point, right behind the naked stab victim that cried like a newborn baby and cartwheeled our into the woods, but that’s another tale.
Hi, my name is Carter, I’m a freshman in high school, and I live in a house that has a huge expanse of forest behind it. I explore these woods behind my house quite often, and I used to make trips through it to get to my ex-girlfriend’s house with ease since I don’t have a car(at the time of this story I was still dating her). Unfortunately, I had an experience that has guaranteed that neither I, nor my ex, will ever set foot in those woods ever again.
This happened over 8th grade summer break.
I left my house around 10:00 to get to hers, it was dark, but I wasn’t worried, I had made the trek many times before, plus, her parents were going on vacation for a week, so I was willing to walk through the forest alone at night if it meant being alone with her for a week.
Hey there Dark Daddy, I new at this and have been wanting to submit stories from my life for along time. Many of which I will keep to myself, as I am currently putting them into a paranormal comic book. For the record, I am a 27 year old mom. This story is one of my earliest memories that string together the paranormal happenings inmy life. Your video wanted a haunted forest story, and I have one for you.
I was very young, probably six or seven, but maybe as young as 5. I have always lived in Southeast Michigan and everyone here camps, we headed four hours north- the exact area I don’t remember and was too young to care. It was my Aunt’s cabin. An aunt that I had an intimate connection with. My mother’s family comes in two forms, extreme Baptists, and witches. Yeah. I know. Witchcraft is a path that runs in our family and I talked to my Witchy Aunts about scary things I didn’t understand. This is important later. The ride felt like an eternity, with my four siblings, my mother, and my one aunts family in the next car. It was nighttime when we finally got there. I remember us driving slowly up a paved road, you gotta drive slow at certain times of night because deer are everywhere. We round a corner and staring at us, unmoving, is a massive buck. My brothers marvel at it, saying how tasty an eight point buck would be. I stare at this animal, it didn’t look.. Right. I felt like crying. I’ve seen deer, many times, at this age. I felt, disturbed. His eyes weren’t right and his mouth hung slightly agape. It was odd behaviour. We drove around it, but I couldn’t stop staring. The gaze of this animal followed my eyes as we passed by. I stared, afraid and accusingly, like I felt its existence was a lie. The buck smiled at me. The corners of its mouth curling unnaturally around its face. Not something a deer does. I felt horrified, yet validated. I was an old child, already seeing too much of human beings, and so exposed to the horrors of nature. I felt heat releasing from my body, and my soul screaming at it, telling it to GET BACK. The encounter beginning to end was was only about two minutes, but we all know how time has the sadistic tendency to slow itself and prolong our fear in moments like these. I wish that was the end of it.
We all slept in the living room, exhausted in our sleeping bags. The cabin was freaking awesome. Two stories, small, but the layout was super neat. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I remember sitting up amongst the sleeping bodies and in the darkness, it stared back. A black mass towering outside the large windows of the cabin, staring me down, watching my entire family sleeping in the living room. It was very human, but I remember being confused by its long forearms. It was so dark from it being cloudy I couldn’t make anything out. I was already on edge from seeing that odd buck. It wasn’t until decades later that I would connect the dots between the odd buck and this humanoid figure. I felt more empowered, it was less scary to confront a strange man than a smiling buck. A single pane of glass was separating us. With one throw of its body, it could break it and get us. The fact we had ten people versus one black shadow man didn’t factor into my judgement. I felt my family was in danger. I felt angry, I wasn’t sure why. But in my fear I whispered harshly “Get. Back. STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY.”
Me and my family went to our family cabin for Spring Break, this year. This cabin is on top of a hill in Indiana, with lots of forest around. I’ve always been fascinated by the creatures I find, like snails and bats flying above head. This year, it was too cold at the time for most of these, so we usually stayed at the cabin part, no forest exploring. On our first night there, we lit a fire to enjoy the time before the incoming rain the next few days. Since we were bored and had no s’mores to cook, we decided to tell some scary campfire stories, like any person would. So, my mom was reading one off her phone. and I decided to close my eyes and relax with the heat of the fire. It was comfortable, your legs the perfect temperature, a story to fall asleep to, and the background noise of a crackling fire. I got deep into this state of relaxation, when I heard a loud howl of a coyote, dog, or something else. I snapped up, startled by the noise. My mom continued to read, and the niece next to me simply listening. No one seemed to of heard this howl. It could of been my imagination, but it was so real, so loud. Plus, I don’t remember ever hearing a howl like it. It was such an odd moment, and my mom asked if I heard something. They clearly didn’t hear it. This fact really scared me, as it sounded so real, it could of been in the forest. Since no one knew about the sound, I decided to shrug it off and not care. I did the same relaxation thing, and my dog started to growl. Now this was really freaky. We all scanned our flashlights in the direction they were growling, but saw nothing. Since all this was so odd, I stopped closing my eyes and relaxing. From there, everything was normal. This was horrifying to me, since I seemed to be the only one who heard this howl. My dog growled while I relaxed, this could be the same thing, but I didn’t hear this time. So, I want to leave this up to anyone reading, what could of happened? Just a warning though, I wouldn’t relax as I did, in case this happens to you.
I want to start this story off by saying, every word in this is 100% true, I am no stranger to things weird or paranormal and this is the story of the beginning of that familiarity and what started my obsession with the study of magic and the spirit world. First off my name is Brad I am 25 years old and I am from North Carolina in a small town sandwiched between Charlotte and the foot hills, we are 30 minutes away from the city and 30 minutes away from the middle of nowhere, it’s the perfect amount of urban to rural ratio,
My parents have lived in the same house since i was 2, it’s at the end of a dead end road surrounded by woods on all sides for a few miles. this story takes place around the age of 9 in 2001,
my days would consist of me going to school, coming home, getting one of my 2 friends that lived on this dead end road and either play on the road and hurt our self or play in the woods and hurt our self, actually not to long after this story takes place i almost lost my pinky finger via a skateboard and I still sport a scar that wraps around my pinky so needless to say we were fearless, now on with the story.