Most people don’t believe me when I tell them this. Heck, I’ve had girlfriends aplenty break up with me because they thought I was lying, but I swear on my beautiful mother’s grave that it’s true. I punched the moth man.
“Now hold up!” you might say, “the moth man is more powerful than any mortal”, and with that, I may agree. But I have trained in martial arts for many years, and if anyone could get a jab in, it would be me. Trust me, you don’t want to make me mad. But enough about me, let me begin the story proper.
It was my beautiful sister’s wedding. She had decided to hold it outdoors by the river where we used to play when we were kids. She’s wiccan, so there were a lot of wards and totems around the wedding site. To this day, I believe that’s why the moth man didn’t accost the wedding party directly. Anyway, it was a great wedding. All my cousins were there and we played beer pong, as is tradition in my family. We then all took our seats, as father walked my sister down the aisle, but when she arrived next to her husband-to-be, she let out the ghastliest scream I’ve ever heard. She pointed to the river, which, to everyone’s surprise, was running red with blood.
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—This story happened when I was a very young child. I will remember this encounter until the day I die. I was two years old and I have an older brother that loved nothing more then to scare me every chance he got. Everyone is scared of something. For me, it was the dark. Now, I don’t know if this is possible, or maybe it was true, but I was so afraid of the dark as a child that it had substance.
—One evening after dinner, I decided to play in my corner until it was time for my bath. A short time later my mom told me to put my toys away. While I put them back in my toy box, I could hear momma running my water. She called to me to ask if I wanted my tub toys and I told her that I did. As I finished up, I dreaded going upstairs in the hall. It was so dark. I held my breath and dashed up the stairs and into my room. I laid my pajamas out on my bed and went into my bath.
—After I was dressed, I went to my bookcase to pick a book for story time. I loved when momma would read to me. This night I choose The Three Little Pigs. She had voices for everyone…including the wolf.
—Later that night, I woke up cause I had to pee. In the meantime, I realized my night light was no longer on. I was so scared to get up. I even contemplated peeing my bed to get out of getting up and moving around in the dark. Then I thought better of it because I knew momma would spank me if I wet my bed on purpose. So I gathered all my courage, jumped out of my bed, ran out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. I took care of my business and started to make me way back to my room. Once I turned the light off, it was pitch black. My breath quickened immediately. Once again I tried to be brave and face my fear. I have never been so scared. The hallway was really quite almost as if I was in a vacuum and all sound was gone. I began to feel along the wall to get back. About three quarters of the way, I could hear one thing. Breathing…hard, and raspy. Nothing from this world has ever sounded this way. I paused hoping to God that I was hearing things. As I got closer to it, I realized I wasn’t alone. I bumped into something warm, big, and fury. I froze in my tracks. The breathing got louder. Something took a sharp inhale of air and growled low in its throat. That broke my paralysis and I screamed at the top of my lungs…but no one came to save me in that moment. The beast grolwed again, this time baring razor sharp teeth. I screamed again and I could hear all the sounds of my house return to me. Momma came rushing from her room to see what was the matter. She turned the light on, and the beast vanished. She took me to her room to quiet me. I couldn’t have loved her more in that moment. To this day, I don’t know what that thing was. Maybe someone out there can lay this to rest and tell me what it may have been. Thanks in advance.
This story was not told to me by a hiker like most of my others, but rather was witnessed by myself firsthand. This encounter occurred very close to my home woods of Ohio, way up North in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Cuyahoga Valley is a smaller park, one of the few parks in the East Coast area (comparatively), and doesn’t get near as much love as it should. This being said, it’s somewhat of a private heaven for those of us who take the trip into the valley, escaping the more populous of parks.
To lay some basis for this tale, I will describe its characters. Due to the nature of the sites at the Valley, having two to three people per group can be optimal. I had ached for a return to the forest, as it had been a fair amount of time since my last excursion. So, after some convincing, I managed to call up an old friend of the area and convince him to take the hike with me. He wasn’t a camper at all; 90% of what he carried that weekend was gear borrowed from me.
I was excited to take him on the trip with me. For those less experienced in the world of the outdoors, a big tradition and rite of passage for any novice outdoorsman to earn a “trail name,” a unique nickname given by other, more experienced hikers, usually in reference to an event at a camp out or something like that. My trail name is Spades, due to some card game fun on one of my first long hikes. The reason I am explaining all of this is because I had decided to take it upon myself to find an appropriate trailname for my friend. I had assumed it would be something silly, like a friend of mine who’s name was Ramen-bomben, following his creation of an instant ramen – potato – spam creation.
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I grew up in Florida, the sunshine state. I lived in the capital, Tallahassee. It was nice and I enjoyed spending my childhood down there, that is, until what happened a few years back that forced me to move.
This all started back in January of 2017 when I was 16, a few weeks after landing my first job. During my high school years I worked at a local Chick Fil A restaurant. I enjoyed working there and I definitely recommend it if you are looking for a job. Anyway, I had to work a 4-11pm shift one night getting trained on how to close the different stations and things like that. Now, we close at 10 but we don’t get out until 11 because we have to clean all the stations such as dishes, grills, fryers, floors etc. Since I was 16 due to child labor laws, I had to leave right at 11pm as did most of my other coworkers. I finished up, clocked out, and walked to my car in the parking lot behind the restaurant since we aren’t allowed to park up front where the customers do.
I got in my car and got on the main road. My house was around 20 minutes away from the restaurant but since it was 11pm, there weren’t many cars out so it would usually take my about 12-15 if I worked this late. I was on the main road for a few minutes then I turned onto a road that I normally used as a shortcut. This was a darker road and curvy that didn’t have any streetlights. This road also had large cemetery that really creeped me out. I few times I have driven on this road and have heard what sounded like screams coming from the direction of that cemetery. Anyway, I was driving down that road with my bright lights on, when a large black figure ran out in front of me.
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I just recently moved to Arizona. Being someone who is a Christian, I’ve never once believed in something that couldn’t be caught using modern technology. Saying that it’s 2018 and I believe that if we wanted to find something- we would find it.
I was told never to repeat the word Skinwalker out loud. According to lore, Skinwalkers can hear them being called up to 200 miles away. Sounds ridiculous. But hear me out.
It was the Eve of Christmas Eve, 2018.
My friends and I live in Payson Arizona and we went out north of town about 5-6 miles onto a trail out into an area secluded from the rest of the town. It was quite cold that night. I was layered up pretty well. We were all set on building a bonfire and having a few drinks.
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This is the first time I have ever shared this story.. or well I should say a series of experiences that happened to me between the years of 2004-2005 in Bessemer and the area near Ironwood Michigan. To start, at the time I was 13 and in middle school, a pretty normal girl all things considered. My mother after a lot of thought finally let me go to a summer camp. I was really excited since it was a horse camp and was taught by a very famous equestrian couple. It would also be my first time away from my home and family by myself.
The camp was organized pretty simply. We were brought to the camp every morning for barn chores, rode, ate lunch, rode again, and then were brought back “home” to sleep. The Farm itself was normal and very modern, nothing spooky happened there… the chalets where we stayed on the other hand… well… lets just say I’m not going back any time soon…
For reference, the chalets were part of the Blackjack Mountain ski resort that the camp rented for the week during June when the camp ran. They were older style wooden buildings consisting of a split level design. The ground floor with a bedroom or two and an upstairs area with living room, kitchen, balcony overlooking the mountainside, and loft bedroom. Both years, my bedroom was the ground level room to the right of the entryway with an exterior window. This came to be important later…
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This scenario took place when I was around 10 years old. I am 17 now but I still remember it crystal clear.
I was in fourth grade and I was on a class trip. It was my first one so I was pretty excited and hyped. We were going to stay at a small horse ranch in the middle of nowhere. The nearest city was the German city Büsum and it was around 40 miles away from us. We were also around 500 metres away from the North sea.
I am not going to beat around the bush here and get straight to it.
It was Thursday night at around 10 pm and we were supposed to be asleep but let’s be honest: who follows such rules on a class trip. Me and my roommate were chatting and playing a game in which you had to say an animals name with the last letter of the previously named animal. We were at it for one hour already and the girls in the room opposite of ours were sleeping. They wouldn’t be for long though.
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You can call me Philip. Me and my buddy, let’s call him John, were planning on going on hunting trip but as you should remember Irma struck and plans were cancelled. I should mention I live in North Carolina, it struck bad so me and John decided to stay at my place and do the typical rainy day activity’s, video games, board games and all that jazz. John told me he was going to get a drink, my house is two story and we were up stairs and the kitchen was sort of towards the front door and lead to the garage. Now that’s explained John went down stairs to get a drink. It was about three minutes before I hollered his name, “John what are you doing?” All I heard was a sudden hush from him. I went down to see what it was. He was standing beside the garage door with my metal bat ready to swing, right as I was about to ask what was wrong, I heard the loudest holler I ever heard, sounded like a bear and an elephant at the same time. John is 6.5ft tall and built like a tank but screamed like I never heard before. Just then and there I went back up the stairs and got my Desert Eagle 50 AE and booked it back down the stairs and threw the garage door open and aimed and what I saw literally made me crap myself, even with my gun. John ran out into the garage and tried to attack it but it threw him, this thing was at least 8 feet tall. It then stepped into the light and I saw it’s features this thing was a very built and hairy and had horns growing out of his head like a goats. I then fired at it three times and he ran in knocking me over blacking me out so the rest of this is what John told me. He got up and ran over and hoisted me on his shoulder and ran out to the closest police station and reported it. We live in a rural part of town so it was about a mile to any part of society. He said I was taken to the hospital and that’s where I wake up in the hospital bed we went home with policemen and there had been some minor damage to some things, my garage door had to be replaced but that’s all. I still hear a little bit of rustling outside in my shed but that’s all I am planning on moving up to Washington DC.
This story is absolutely true and happened only a few months ago. Now I’ve encounted a lot of strange paranormal things in my life but nothing that terrified me like this thing.
It was a typical night, me and my family live in North West WA surrounded by national forests on highway 101 and at the moment we are saving up for a house and live in a huge 5th wheel.
Well as I was saying, it was a typical night, I had the kids to bed by 7pm and me and my husband had gone to bed at 10pm as usual. Well my youngest son had been waking up everynight at 3am for about two weeks and refusing to go back to bed so naturally I was tired.
This night was no different, he woke up and crawled into bed with us laughing and wide awake.
I got up put him back to bed with his brothers but no sooner had I laid down he was babbling and laughing again then began running around in the livingroom.
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This occurred when I was 15 and camping with my brother and his oldest son (my nephew). My brother is drawn to nature and prefers to be out in it as often as he can. My nephew on the other hand, not so much.
I love nature and also feel a close connection with it. The story starts with me and my nephew out gathering some good firewood and kindling. It was nearing dusk so the light was fading and the forest was slowly becoming cloaked in shadows. The sounds of the forest were nearly deafening. The cries of the cicada’s, the chirping of crickets, the loud hoots of a great-horned owl.
My nephew and I heard my brother calling us back to camp, we had gathered a lot of kindling and firewood and began to head in the direction of his voice. As we got closer I noticed that the voice sounded ‘off’. Like it was him, but at the same time it wasn’t him. In addition I noticed that our surroundings were unfamiliar. Something wasn’t right, and my gut told us we needed to get out of that area NOW! I dropped my firewood and placed my hand on my nephews shoulder who was still going forward. The following conversation is paraphrased as I cannot remember it word for word.
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