Something in the blue Mountains

This is a fairly recent experience that has really effected since it happened.

For some background and location layout, I’m a 21 year old from Australia and though I’ve always been intrigued by the paranormal, though I’ve never been sensitive to it or easily paranoid or scared. This occurrence happened a month ago as I was returning from a wedding along the central coast which is 2 or so hours north of Sydney and I live just west of the blue mountains, a mountainous region west of Sydney and really a rather beautiful place. There’s a pretty direct highway that connects my hometown to where I was attending this event so it is a pretty straight forward drive on any other day that I’ve done countless time before.

On this particular night, I was driving home alone from a long day as I had work the next morning. It was 1am by the time I had gotten halfway through my drive in Sydney and due to an accident earlier in the day, my route was redirected to a side road I was very unfamiliar with but I thought nothing of it. As I was driving with the windows down and the music blasting I noticed my car was getting very hot, very fast. Granted, it was a hot day on the coast where I was but I thought it would be best to pull over and let it cool.

As I stopped the car and got out to stretch my legs, I was admiring the beautiful night view I had of Sydney behind me when I got this very uneasy feeling… its difficult to explain really but I had suddenly felt so unsafe and unwelcome where I was. I tried to brush it off, checked my radiator incase it was leaking or needed refilling and got back in the car to continue my drive home. I had gotten only 40 or so minutes further in my drive when this huge amount of smoke started coming from my bonnet, I pulled over straight away, popped the hood and after the smoke had cleared I noticed something leaking underneath the car. I know that the car was fine when I had left the wedding, I’m very careful about making sure everything is as it needs to be for a long drive so this was very unexpected. I didn’t know what to do, I was panicking and needed help but I hadn’t seen another car since leaving the city. Amongst my worry, that feeling of unease comeback like a ton of bricks. I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t feel safe but I couldn’t keep driving.

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My Grandpa’s experience on the mountain

Let me start off by saying this is not my story. It’s my grandfather’s,he told me this story at a family reunion about a year ago when I was 19.(Names are changed for privacy reasons)
It happened about 30 years ago.
[He looked somberly at his climbing pick] Did I ever tell you this story?
[I shake my head] Well, like I said, it happened 30 years ago when I was still a mountain climber. I was with a couple of friends in Montana. We had been hiking up a mountain for a couple days.
[He smiles] We heard noises a couple of nights before and found a dead deer. We brushed it off,that was our worst mistake. We continued through the misty hills.
[My grandpa looked down at the floor and got up to grab a drink] “Are you ok?” I asked my grandpa.
“Yeah.” He said
[We both sat down] Any way my friend Alexander fell that day and shattered his leg.
God….The blood was every where.
[He took a large sip of the alcohol in his cup] We made a makeshift splint and decided to camp where we were. That night we sat on logs near the bright fire. Alex was asleep with his leg propped up. The night was cold and silent.
“Karl do you….Do you see that.” Alex said weakly pointing to behind. We all sat in silence. We all were generally quite breathers but we heard heavy raspy breathing from the tree line.
“What the fuck is that!” Markus the youngest of our squad shouted grabbing his rifle aiming it to the trees. We stood up, “Hey leave now!” Karl shouted into the forest. The thing came into the dim light of the fire. It was ten feet tall, with a raven like head and black fur or feathers, I don’t fucking know what it was.
Thats when Markus opened fire at that fucking monster. It let out a horrible screech that echoed through out the forest. I ran off with it’s claws scrapping the trees.
“What the hell was that!” I said horrified as the screeching was still audible. We got no sleep that night. That day we used the satellite phone to call for help.
We told no one about that fucking thing. Not even your parents.
[He stood up and got more alcohol] “Just remember one thing Rick, Never go to those cursed mountains.” My grandfather said. I stood in silence. “Never go to those fucking woods.”

The Thing that lived on my families farm

This story happened about three years ago when I was thirteen in Michigan.
The night was warm and humid. I was in my Aunts farm house, reading in the guest room when my Uncle yelled
“Ricky get down here!”
I rushed down the stairs to see my uncle in the door way.
“Wha.. What happened?” I asked. He pointed to a gutted chicken with no head.
“Oh god.” I said nearly vomiting, “What did that?” My uncle shrugged.
“This has been happening for some time now.” My aunt said from behind, “Just don’t tell Edie.”
I nodded. My Aunt cleaned up the dead chicken and I returned to my room, when I reached the room I noticed out the window something white go into the forest.
“What is that.” I whispered to my self squinting, trying to see what slinked off to the forest.
Later that night I woke up with a tried mouth. I walked down stairs to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. Suddenly the motion activated light outside the garage.
“Dang raccoons.” I said to myself knowing every one was asleep. I saw what looked like the reflection of eyes. What happened next will forever scar me. A tall lanky creature came out of the forest, it was white, thin, with a lizard like head and claws. I was frozen with fear. Then that thing looked at me dead in the eyes. That thing was headed toward the chicken coop. I then heard a chicken screaming (thats what it sounded like) and then a loud crack. I thought about screaming but I thought that my aunt or uncle wouldn’t believe me. The thing came back with a dead, gutted chicken, It smeared blood on the door and dropped the body. The moon shined through bright enough to see that the thing had horns like a deer. I ducked down and heard the thing slowly walk off to the forest. I got no sleep that night.
About a year ago I told my uncle and he said that the thing I saw lived in the forest near the farm doing the ‘ritual’ almost every day. It seemed it was doing that to assert dominance.

Me vs. La Llorona

I was told this story by some BMX buddies who live in Texas. I went down with a friend of mine named Billy. Billy is a real macho guy. He’s at least 6 1/2 feet tall and almost 260 pounds of cement. When we were spending time with 3 bikers (we’ll call them Wheels, Spokes, and Motor), they casually asked us “Have you seen La Llorona?” Billy was blank-faced, but I heard them loud and clear. For those who don’t know, the legend states that La Llorona was a young and pretty woman who had 2 kids after her husband got her pregnant, then skipped town. She wanted to marry some rich dude, but he was not going for it because she had kids. Therefore, she stabbed her kids, then drowned them in the river. After her grave misdeed, she went to her lover’s house. When he saw the blood on the gown, he immediately rejected her. She ran back to the Rio Grande, desperate to save her kids, but I’m sure you can guess where the flawed logic is. Now, she’s doomed to spend eternity, roaming the banks of the river with a horse head as punishment. When I told Billy, he laughed.

The next night, me, along with the other 4 all walked to the Rio Grande. There was no moon, so we had flashlights, and Spokes had a LED lantern that was quite bright. As we walked, we suddenly heard a small splash. “A fish” Wheels said, trying to convince himself as much as us. “Just a fish.” We continued to walk, but Spokes (who was the youngest at only 15) got spooked and booked it for home. Motor laughed, but stopped after only 4 seconds. She was standing still and staring straight ahead. I was about to ask her what was going on, when her flashlight suddenly went out. Now, it was impossible to see what she had been staring at. “Okay” Billy said. “I’ve had enough; let’s go.”

The next night, I was determined to see if I could substantiate anything about this chick. I convinced Spokes to come with me and promised to protect him if anything happened. He told me about the version his mother told him concerning La Llorona. He told me if you say “I have your kids” she’ll come and look. When she sees you’re lying, what she does is really anybody’s guess. I went off ahead of Spokes and jokingly said “Llorona, I have your kids.” After I said that, Spokes screamed bloody murder and ran right into me. I was about to scold him, when I happened to look above his head and saw a woman with a horse head, and she was walking toward us. I was frozen in fear, and Spokes was hiding behind me, saying prayers. I took my flashlight and flung it at her. Without seeing if it connected, I grabbed Spokes, shone his lantern in front of us and ran for our lives. After about 10 feet, Spokes finally started moving and running unassisted. When we got to my car, we dove head-first inside, locked the doors and hid under the backseat. We heard someone knock on the window, but were too scared to look. We kept hearing the knocking getting more and more insistent. I told Spokes “Whatever you hear, stay down and don’t speak a word.” He had been sobbing by that point, but immediately stopped after I said that. I cautiously looked up and saw Wheels holding a flashlight. I opened the door and he said “Aren’t you 2 too old for hide-and-seek?” I told him I saw La Llorona, and fully expected him to say I was lying. Instead, he just nodded and said “You must’ve said you had her babies. Not smart, dude.” He drove me and Spokes back to his house and told his parents what happened. They both told us it was very stupid. I haven’t been to Texas since.

The White Man and Grey DogNarrated! 


I have many skeptical friends who NEVER trust me when I bring up stories, but I think a camping trip a few years back might’ve changed the minds of a few. I was taking a trip with 11 friends. 12 of us total. 10 of them were skeptics about ghosts, monsters, Bigfoot, and all those other things. My BFF and I were the only firm believers. We stayed up until about midnight telling ghost stories while eating marshmallows and hot dogs. At [11:13] P.M. (according to my friend’s watch) my eyes did something that they do often. They happened to turn to an area with me remembering my dad’s advice to keep an eye on my surroundings. As I was telling a story about the Molly Maguires, I stopped mid-sentence when I saw a grey figure on what looked like 4 legs just standing still in a clearing about 100 feet away. One of my friends said “And the man was . . .” “I lost my train of thought” I lied.

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It flies

This didn’t happen to me personally, but to my older brother.

We used to live in a very rural reserve of western Canada. The closest town, roughly populated with around 1,000 people, was about a 15 minute drive away. There’s a small village “up the hill” with a small convenience store & old abandoned hockey rink. Across from the rink, along the highway, sits the old rez school. Around the school were multiple portable classrooms. All of them abandoned after the new school was built 5-6 years earlier.

At night it gets super dark with the only light coming from the village or, on this night, the moon. My brother and a few of his friends decided to go climb on or break in to the old school or the surrounding buildings. He and two of his friends couldn’t get into the main building so they decided to climb onto one of the portables.

He and one of his friends easily climbed on. His third friend was shorter and had a harder time. When they tried helping him up they saw a fourth person around the corner. His friend on the ground heard a noise and said, “someone else is here!” They looked in the direction of the noise and saw someone standing there. My brother asked if it was interested in joining them. He said it looked startled and ran to the open field behind the school. Now, the only light they had was the full moon, but he said it looked human but had pale skin, long arms and legs, and wings. The thing stopped running, looked back at them and flew into the air. My brother and his friend on the roof of the portable jumped off. He told the third friend on the ground to run back to the village. All three made it to the village in 3 minutes.

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The Wendigo that Stalks the Fields

You can just call me velvet. I encountered this when i was about 15 years old, Something i won’t forget until the day i die. It all started at a farmhouse i lived in with my grandparents,

The house was nice, two story, a huge golden wheat field surrounding it, and beyond that was a large forest. There were fenced in areas, to keep animals such as coyotes out which started at the field.

Anyways, I never really liked being there at night, i had always felt watched where i slept, the top bedroom, above the love kitchen, there was a blind-less window where the moon shined on me as i slept every night. On one of these nights, i was awoken in the night by a nauseated feeling in my stomach, i ran to the bathroom with the urge to vomit, but i never did.

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Unknown Monster in the Woods

My name is Jennifer. I am a 24 year old woman from Kentucky. I have had my share of experiences, but this is one of the more terrifying and interesting ones.

When I was about ten years old, my mother began dating a new guy.  This guy lived in a trailer park with many neighbors.  My mom would often take me and my three brothers there to hang out.  We would usually play with the rowdy neighborhood kids.  Not the friendliest bunch, but we had nothing better to do.

Anyways, there was an adorable little miniature poodle that roamed the trailer park and loved to be petted and played with.  His name was Snoopy.  One day, Snoopy went missing. We all searched for hours but could not find him.  We had pretty much given up until someone shouted for everyone to come over.  A man had found something at the foot of a large tree, right in someone’s back yard.  I ran over and when I got there, I looked in disgust at what I had seen.  There on the ground was a small pile of skin and fur that looked exactly like Snoopy’s fur.  The skin was still bloody as was the fur.  My mom quickly hurried us kids away, but not before we all got a good look.  I was sad.  Who or what would do that to an innocent little dog?

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Unknown creature

This happened on a Saturday evening, I was about 9-10 years old. I happened to hear it before seeing it. Sorry that I am writing this late but it’s relavent to know that this occurred close to a flea market in the lower Rio grande valley.

There was (and still is) a long fence towards the back of the flea market parking lot. On the other side of the fence is a small dense piece of dry grassland with a lot of Mesquite trees all around and a few acron-like trees. I was always fascinated by that small piece of wilderness since I’m used to seeing more stones and grapefruit trees. The fence used to be bent over down but now it’s not.

I was playing with my ex-best friend’s little brothers and a friend of theirs when in the distance, I heard what I can only discribe as bizarre screech between a woman scream and animal growl.

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The Summer Monster

I want to start off by saying I am now 21 and this is still happening, this is something that has been going on during the summer since before I was born but started getting bad when I was in summer vacation in middle school.

For more help to picture this, I live in mid-Michigan, not the drug and gun find parts, although I do live very close to a few hot spots. No, I live in the rural part. The part of Michigan that’s flat farmland with large patches of forests, where the DNR is constantly receiving stories of strange animals. The latest is an out of place big cat, er, cats I should say. Both jaguars and Panthers.

That’s not what I want to talk about though, I wish it was although I think this is way more interesting.

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