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.
First I am sorry if this stretches out a bit long but a lot happened that year of 2003. You see 15 years ago when I was a 16 year old kid I had this book called “ten creepiest creatures in America” I loved that book and in there was a creature called mothman. I became entranced with this book and the creatures inside. This was my ultimate mistake, I wished to see each and every one of these creatures first hand . Starting with the first one – mothman.
Little is known about the creature besides that it almost seems like an omen to disasters . But a year prior to the event I started a website devoted to mothman and it’s sightings. Now I had hundreds upon hundreds of recorded sightings that I sifted through trying to find a way to bring this creature to Dallas Texas.
One sorry talked about yelling “if there are any demons out there , come and get me”. I noted this for when we wanted to lure him here.
When my parents got married in the mid-80’s they didn’t have much money, and so their honeymoon was comprised of a cheap road trip filled with sight seeing and packed lunches. One place they came to was Eureka Springs, Arkansas. They fell in love with this cute historical town and enjoyed it so much that years later they would take their two children back there for a small family vacation. I was around 11 or 12 years old and my sister was about 14 and this would have been around the year 2000. This was a slightly different family vacation than previous ones because my sister and I were going to get our own room at the hotel, which meant we wouldn’t have to be annoyed by our parents or kept up to all hours of the night with their loud snoring. The hotel was very Victorian in style and furnishings. The old wooden floors creaked under your steps and I just remember thinking it was like stepping back in time or being in an old movie. So we check in and realize my parents room is not directly next to our room as everyone had assumed, but instead it would be up the flight of stairs and a ways down the hall. We all figured it wasn’t a big deal and so gathered our luggage and got situated. I will definitely admit that when my sister and I got into our room we laughed and giggled about how eerie it seemed. We got excited to see the door leading out to a balcony, however once we opened it we realized that it was not a good thing. The balcony was joined with the room next door, which to us at that aged seemed a little creepy. After an afternoon of sight seeing and going out to dinner we headed back to the hotel and retired to our separate rooms. We showered and crawled into bed where I joked and talked with my sister for a while. It was pretty late at this point, and though I don’t remember exactly it would have been between 11 and 12 at night. We were getting tired and started trailing off when there was a faint, gentle knock on the door. I looked at my sister confused, then we quickly realized it must be either mom or dad. I got up and checked the peep hole and saw an old woman with white hair. I whispered to my sister what I had seen and there was another knock. So my sister then took a peek and kind of gave a goofy look and shrugged her shoulders. She asked “Yes?” In a tender crackled voice we heard something about ‘cookies’. My sister decided to open the door. Standing there was a woman in a very old outdated maid uniform, but that was the style of the hotel and I was pretty sure all the workers there were wearing that old-style clothing. She was holding a large round tray filled with cookies. The woman repeated herself; “I have some fresh baked cookies if you’d like one” followed with a friendly smile. We told the woman ‘no thank you’, shut the door, and went back to bed. We didn’t think much of it other than to basically agree it was strange and then go to sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to the bathroom light flickering on an off. Not fast and continuous, but just a tiny flicker every minute or so. I remember waking up a few times to look out towards the windows to the balcony waiting to see a silhouette standing there. Several times in the night I had a very strange feeling of being watched. To say the least, I did not like it at all and did not sleep well. In the morning my sister told me that she woke in the night to see the bathroom door slowly close. She hadn’t noticed any light flickering though. I honestly thought she had just been freaked out by the woman and her mind was playing tricks. Whereas what I saw was just an electrical issue and no big deal. Once my parents come down to our room to get us for breakfast we casually asked them if they enjoyed their cookies last night. They had no idea what we were talking about. We explained to them what happened with the old lady, and they said no one had come by their room. We head down stairs towards the lobby and on the way some flyers on the wall catch my eye. They are promotionals for ghost tours. At the front desk my dad asks about the cookies last night and joked that he was not offered any. The concierge informed us that taking baked cookies to the rooms at night is not something the hotel does or offers. We all thought this was very strange. Once we got back home we looked up the Crescent Hotel we had stayed at to find out it is basically the most haunted hotel in America. Normally I am skeptical to things like this, but I distinctly remember that none of us had any clue about the hotel being haunted beforehand so there were no preconceived notions of ghosts or the paranormal. And I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we’d taken a cookie.
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So after a long day of fishing, we were unpacking our gear, as the sun was beginning to set. When Liam noticed something strange with the tackle box we had brought along with us. “Hey Blake, Come Check this out..” I came over, a little annoyed as I was still setting up the tent and it was a pain in the ass to pitch. “What is it -” I stopped as I now saw the long scratch-marks that were engraved in the top and side part of the now mangled tackle box. “What the hell happened here?” I asked still examining the scratches, still trying to figure out what animal had tried to get into our box. “I don’t know, but it was like this when we had come back to set up our tent.” I was now a little on edge, thinking that there could now be a bear in the area.
“Keep your knife close by when you go to sleep tonight.” I said, clutching my pocket knife I had brought along.
Firstly I would like to say that I love your videos and I’m looking forward to see more of them , until than here is my story:
Hello , as to give a little background to this story I am currently 19 , and I live in North-East Romania .
This story happened when I was 17 . As the summer break started , me and my girlfriend(I will call her Agatha for privacy reasons) at that time decided to take a tour of the East Carpathians. We decided to take the train to Brasov.
Once we reached this city Agatha and I agreed to visit the famous Bran Castle(the one in the picture I added), the Castle where Dracula supposedly lived.
I live in Birmingham, England, i am 15 years old, male and i belong to a group of friends who’s favorite ways to pass the time are with hard drugs and other illegal activities (we are all just train wrecks basically). I have always been skeptical about the existence of creatures such as the ones i witness later in the story, but this experience has certainly changed the way i look at the world we live in. This story took place about 2 weeks ago and is completely true.
Also, i’m sorry if this story is a bit of a mess but there are a lot of details i felt it was necessary to explain and it was all thrown together in a couple of hours.
My story begins with me and 6 other of my friends going to our other friend’s house (so 8 of us in total), as her parents and siblings were not home. As you can imagine, our entertainment for the evening came in the form of 2 grams of Amsterdam’s finest (marijuana) and a few little baggies of pretty and colourful pills, also known as the love of my life. So, we had over £100 (10 pills) worth of MDMA which we would use to throw our lives further into the deep abyss of of substance dependency. But enough about our shitty life choices (don’t do drugs kids), four of us (my self included) had already smoked some weed earlier that day, and the other half had taken some of the ecstasy (MDMA) earlier also.