Skinwalker at the creek

So, a little background info. I am a 15 Male, I’m 6’3, and 215 lbs. I live in a small town in southern Mississippi, and I love the outdoors. About a mile down my road, there is a bridge that runs over a creek, Thomas creek to be exact. About 2 weeks ago, me and my friend are off school, and are feeling adventurous, so our emotions get to us and we go down to the creek. Now I haven’t been in and 3 years because my mom told me to stop going there because crackheads and junkies hang around there doing God knows what. But my mom was at work and my friend just so happened to have a truck. So along we went, 2 teenagers looking for a good time. We made it and as soon as I got out the truck, I was hot with this foul odor, like rotting meat, and when I looked to my right, I found the source of the stench. A beheaded deer, guts spilled, and bones exposed. I thought it was roadkill, but the way it was laying and having its bones in tact, crossed out that possibility. My friend presumed it to be a hunter dumping his kill, but hunters usually dont cut the stomach open and let the deer’s organs show. We brushed it off and walked down the side of the bridge, hopped the guards rails, and made our way underneath. Now when we got underneath, we found the usual graffiti, but I noticed something in particular that puzzled me. It was a dog print, but it was much larger than any dog or coyote print I’ve every seen. We dont have bears this far down south, so it couldn’t be that. But what made it weird was that is was all by itself, just one and it was half the size of my shoe. I wear a size 13 and that meant this paw was at least 6 in long. This freaked us out, and we started walking back up the bridge to the road when we paused. There was another one, another deer, and we looked to the tree line and sure enough, another one. They were just like the the first one we found, beheaded, guts everywhere, except these ones had the first and skin still. This means they couldn’t be from hunters. At that moment, my friend said “dude, we need to get the f**k out of here!” And I agreed, we started walking when I told him to stop. There were footsteps to our left, not going anywhere, like they were pacing in place. I bent down slowly and picked up a rock, and flung it into the woods. At that moment, the footsteps stopped and there was silence. My friend whispered “Dont freak out but there is something at the bank of the creek, as soon as I day run, you better f**king run!!” At that moment I turned, and saw the most unnatural thing I’ve ever seen. It was almost like a deer, but it was on it’s back legs. It had long, lanky arms, and had long sharp claw like finger nails. It was easily 2 feet taller than me and had the skull of a deer, with razor sharp teeth and a whole mouth full of them at that. Its eyes were jet black and took up 25% of its face. Its ribs were exposed and its torso was unnaturally skinny and mangled. Its legs were like a goat’s legs. I was frozen. I was almost in tears, and before I was about to faint, IT SPOKE. It was like a raspy voice speaking through a megaphone. I could make out what it said, and when I did, I almost dropped to my knees. Ot said in its raspy voice, “Dude, we need to get the f**k out of here!” But it was so wrong, it mimicked what my friend had said earlier, and right after that, I snapped back to reality. I grabbed my friend’s collar and pulled him over the guard rail. At that moment he snapped back too, and we ran to his truck that was only 29 feet away. We hopped I’m and before I closed the door I heard, “Come back soon, I’m always needing company.” That’s when i burst into tears, i prayed to God and we sped out of there in a hurry. But the worst part was, is that we had to turn around l, because we had come from the direction of my house, and to get back to it we had to cross the bridge again. We told each other that we would cross the bridge and closs our eyes, even while we were driving. And that’s what we did. We got back to my house and prayed. The rest of the day was uneventful thankfully, and my friend went home. Later that night tho, my dad came home from working off shores and he came to tell me goodnight. I was asleep and as soon as he opened my door, I woke up screaming. I had a night terror of that creature coming to get me in my house. But when u realized that it was just my dad, I hugged him crying. I was a rough kid but that scarred me for life. I told my dad everything, and was scolded by disobeying my mother’s warnings. But when he saw how distraught I was, he said he would check it out tomorrow. I told him no but he said he would call his buddies and they would go together. Tomorrow came and I couldn’t sleep the previous night. My dad left with two family friends. And they were back within 15 minutes. They were pale as ghosts and said never to go back there, EVER. I went to my room, as they made some phone calls, I presume to the police and animal control, because not even 20 minutes later. they were both at our houses they escorted my dad to the creek, and after that they came back to my house. They took me to the station, and they took a statement. I wassoo confused as I just wanted that creature found and killed. But apperently, my dad and the police found much more than what me and my friend did. They are the creature, and fired at it, but they didnt kill it, even hitting hit with most of their rounds of ammo. The creature supposedly ran off and they searched the area, and what they found was shocking to say the least. They found a pole of bones and bodies of animals, pets, and even two humans, one of which was a missing girl from 3 years prior. The creature was never spottedagain, but I believe un the super natural, and i believe that a Skinwalker was the culprit terrorizing thomas creek. To anyone who lives near Hattiesburg, Mississippi, be aware of your surroundings, because eyou never know what moments may be your last.

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Chased by a skinwalker

I want to be anonymous due to the fact that I’m Navajo. The names in the story have been changed. As Navajos we are not allowed to talk about skinwalkers, and I don’t want my family to know the stupid things I did when I was younger. But I could not resist sharing a story.
So the story starts with my older brother Shane and my younger cousins Loren and Justin were left at my grandmother’s house alone at night. We would be having the house to ourselves for the night. All of the adults went to a nearby relatives house for a dinner. Us being the oldest out of the kids we wanted to do our own thing. We decided to go for a walk to a nearby pond and try some late night fishing.
The pond we go to is near cliff cliff, and the trail to the pond is surrounded by a wooded area and is also near a cliff wall. As we gotten closer to the pond my cousin Loren started to talk about a game he plays with his friend at night where they try to summon a skinwalker. He started to talk about the details on how they would whistle at night or say out the Navajo word for skinwalker four times. Then Loren started to taunt me, Shane, and Justin. Saying that we weren’t brave enough to play this game.
So me being the fearless cousin, and loving the chance to shut up Loren I found a big rock to stand on having my back facing towards the wooded area, and started to yell out the word for skinwalker four times. After the fourth time there was a whisltle. At that moment I knew I screwed up. I knew this whistle belonged to a skinwalker. The thing about a skinwalker whistle it sends shivers down your back. The whistle will make you freeze, and it will have every hair on your body standing up.
We gaze into the woods. The thing about the woods is that it is not a thick wooded area. At the end of the forest is a cliff wall. We scan the area trying to find the source of the whistle. We then realize it was coming from top of the cliff. As we gaze up there was man standing on top. The man was average height and skinny. His skin was a gray pale color with black marks. This is what you call corpse pait. His hair was messy. His eyes wear bright dirty yellow. He glared back at us. At this moment we are petrified. All we can do is glance back.
He then kneels down he slowly places his hand on the edge of the cliff. He then starts to climb down the cliff. His head face downwards to the bottom of the cliff using all four limbs to climb downward. The best way to describe this is how Spider-Man climbs down a building. When he finally reached the bottom. That’s when we booked it back to the house.
As we were running back. You could hear an extra pair of footsteps right behind us. The sound of footsteps would change directions going to the right side of us then to the left of us, and back behind us. Curiosity came over me, and I took a place back. As I look back there was a coyote chasing us. I then remembered what my mother once told me never look at a skinwalker directly in the eye or the victim will fall very ill or perhaps die. I quickly turned my head forward and run.
We finally reached my grandmother’s house where we run in a locked the door. We dare not to look out the window. As we settled down we sat in the living room. Then the skinwalker started to tap on the living room window. We all jumped up and face the window. Even with the curtains closed the eyes on this thing could be seen shining from the other side. Then the skinwalker backed away from the window. When his eyes disappeared a loud bang came above us. Footsteps could be heard as it run around on the roof. It started to bang on the roof torturing us. We all huddled together putting our head down to the floor. The bang gained louder and more intense.
And just like that it ended. I do not remember what happen I just remember waking up on the floor with my brother and two cousin in the living room. As I fully awake I went outside to see tracks around the house. These tracks belonged to a barefoot person. As I followed the tracks headed back into the woods. That when I called quits and glanced towards the woods.
Even after all of this happen I still walk to the pond at night and fish. I was always told not to let this kind of people actions ruin the way they live. This is their own true purpose. That why I continue to do what I normally do.

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Skinwalker harms my horse

I want to be anonymous due to the fact that I’m Navajo. The names in the story have been changed. As Navajos we are not allowed to talk about skinwalkers, and I don’t want my family to know the stupid things I did when I was younger. But I could not resist sharing a story. So the story starts with my older brother Shane and my younger cousins Loren and Justin were left at my grandmother’s house alone at night. We would be having the house to ourselves for the night. All of the adults went to a nearby relatives house for a dinner. Us being the oldest out of the kids we wanted to do our own thing. We decided to go for a walk to a nearby pond and try some late night fishing. The pond we go to is near cliff cliff, and the trail to the pond is surrounded by a wooded area and is also near a cliff wall. As we gotten closer to the pond my cousin Loren started to talk about a game he plays with his friend at night where they try to summon a skinwalker. He started to talk about the details on how they would whistle at night or say out the Navajo word for skinwalker four times. Then Loren started to taunt me, Shane, and Justin. Saying that we weren’t brave enough to play this game. So me being the fearless cousin, and loving the chance to shut up Loren I found a big rock to stand on having my back facing towards the wooded area, and started to yell out the word for skinwalker four times. After the fourth time there was a whisltle. At that moment I knew I screwed up. I knew this whistle belonged to a skinwalker. The thing about a skinwalker whistle it sends shivers down your back. The whistle will make you freeze, and it will have every hair on your body standing up. We gaze into the woods. The thing about the woods is that it is not a thick wooded area. At the end of the forest is a cliff wall. We scan the area trying to find the source of the whistle. We then realize it was coming from top of the cliff. As we gaze up there was man standing on top. The man was average height and skinny. His skin was a gray pale color with black marks. This is what you call corpse pait. His hair was messy. His eyes wear bright dirty yellow. He glared back at us. At this moment we are petrified. All we can do is glance back. He then kneels down he slowly places his hand on the edge of the cliff. He then starts to climb down the cliff. His head face downwards to the bottom of the cliff using all four limbs to climb downward. The best way to describe this is how Spider-Man climbs down a building. When he finally reached the bottom. That’s when we booked it back to the house. As we were running back. You could hear an extra pair of footsteps right behind us. The sound of footsteps would change directions going to the right side of us then to the left of us, and back behind us. Curiosity came over me, and I took a place back. As I look back there was a coyote chasing us. I then remembered what my mother once told me never look at a skinwalker directly in the eye or the victim will fall very ill or perhaps die. I quickly turned my head forward and run. We finally reached my grandmother’s house where we run in a locked the door. We dare not to look out the window. As we settled down we sat in the living room. Then the skinwalker started to tap on the living room window. We all jumped up and face the window. Even with the curtains closed the eyes on this thing could be seen shining from the other side. Then the skinwalker backed away from the window. When his eyes disappeared a loud bang came above us. Footsteps could be heard as it run around on the roof. It started to bang on the roof torturing us. We all huddled together putting our head down to the floor. The bang gained louder and more intense. And just like that it ended. I do not remember what happen I just remember waking up on the floor with my brother and two cousin in the living room. As I fully awake I went outside to see tracks around the house. These tracks belonged to a barefoot person. As I followed the tracks headed back into the woods. That when I called quits and glanced towards the woods. Even after all of this happen I still walk to the pond at night and fish. I was always told not to let this kind of people actions ruin the way they live. This is their own true purpose. That why I continue to do what I normally do.

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(This story was told to me by JakobLmao on Reddit, and will be told from his point of view from here forth.)

I’ve had a draft of this story set up for a while before I gained the courage to share it. It made me question… everything. My faith, my eyes, my friends, and worst of all, my sanity. I’ve decided it’s time to let someone else know about this, maybe that will help me move on… at least, that’s what I hope. For my sake, and maybe even yours.

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the one thing i wish i never saw

ill been holding this story in for years now and everyone that I try to tell them the story they say it just your mine getting the best of you. But it wasn’t it was too real too vivid. this happens when I was 4 at the time I was on the front porch with my papa’s dog. she was I pitbull but the kinds thing you meet god I miss her. Anyways it was sunset and I was sitting on the wood floor as Casey (that was paps dogs named) was laying next to me when the air went cold. this was weird cause it was in the middle summer and there was no wind going through at the time. Casey sweet computer was now mad and alert her ears was pull back like she was ready to attack whatever she looking at. even when I was 4 I knew something was up. I follow Casey glad to the woods that was just across the rood. I didn’t see at first untell I smelled it, it didn’t smell rotten but fresh like a fresh deer that was skinned and the meat was blowing in the wind. this made me scared at the time I wanted to go inside but being 4 I just had to know what was making that smell. as I look through the woods I saw it looked like a person but very tall and with a pellet on its shoulders. as I look closer I saw it was a girl but with marking on her body and her eyes was cold like if you look into a blue flower and covered in ice. the sun was all most gone at the time and it was getting hard to see her but she didn’t move from the spot I saw her in then a howl like a human trying to copy a wolf howls. the girl looks over where the howl came from and I saw her changs yes changs like a horror movie I cloud see her bones pop and move into a wolf like a body. I was so scared and Casey was standing over me now as I star and that thing, soon she ran off to where I think where the other one was, as that thing was out of my site I got up and ran to the door as Casey follows. I slam the door and I was thinking what I saw, I tell my parents but they didn’t believe me. to this day I’m hesitant to tell others what I saw causes after I saw that girl I swear I saw her moving in next door to our old houses and now I’m not sure if people are how they say they are
plz if u know what I saw tell me it might give me some closure.

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NOTE: This is from the POV of a female. Apologies for how long this is. I didn’t want to spare any details.

My girlfriend and I are in an on again/off again long distance sort-of relationship. I live in Massachusetts and she lives in New Hampshire, and unfortunately our schedules make it difficult to see each other. Since our time together is usually limited to weekends and the occasional holiday, over this past summer we both took the same week off from our jobs.

I drove up on Friday afternoon with my German shepherd Thea in the passenger seat, and arrived around midnight. I was pretty exhausted from the three hour drive, and so was Holly -my girlfriend- so we decided to plan for the upcoming week the next morning.

Saturday came and went and we discussed possible close-by vacation spots, but they were all too far away or too expensive. On Sunday, Holly found out that a friend of hers wasn’t using their vacation home on the lake. They said that we could use it for the remainder of the week, and we gratefully accepted.

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This took place when I was 15-17 years old.

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I live on a large piece of land near the green river, specifically in Kentucky. 243 acres to be exact. But despite being so large, we only have so much to hunt, fish, and ride for wheelers on. There weren’t many roads or fields so we mostly used the place for hunting since the only pond we had was too small for bass so we used it for bluegill and sunfish. So without any more explanation, let’s get right into the story.

This took place when I was 15-17 years old. It was deer season, and since I had school we only went on weekends. This was the third so far, and I had only seen a doe. But of course, i shot her. So anyways, I was in a tree stand on the edge of the first field you get to on the logging road, it was almost night and I hadn’t seen anything but a few turkeys pass through to get water out of the small pond I was talking about earlier. I was leaving at this point due to boredom and doubt, that was until I heard a pack of coyotes howling down at the edge of the field. I got excited and grabbed my rifle, aiming in at the group but, there was only one. It was huge and oddly tall, loud as hell and sounded like a whole group. I thought this was weird but I continued to aim, slowly squeezing the trigger. And I will be serious when I say this, I will never feel another “GTFO” feeling like this again, the coyote looked directly at me, and I soon realized it was standing on its back legs. I almost screamed as I noticed it had ribs that hung out of its sides, and it’s eyes glew a bright yellow. And in a panic I fired at the creature, it let out a heart dripping scream as it began to charge towards me. Now, this field is about 260 feet long so I continued to fire. I stopped when I saw the creature drop. I let out a sigh of relief as I began to walk over to the body, but about half way there it stood up and ran off in another direction. I stared in amazement but soon snapped out of my trance and reloaded, I fired more but missed every shot do to its speed. Finally I felt safe as I saw headlights coming off the road. It was my dad, he said he heard my shots and thought I had gotten attacked by something so he came as soon as possible. I explained everything to him back at the cabin but of course, he never believed me. I finished the conversation off by saying these exact words, “bullets are expensive, why would I waste over 20 shells for a joke?” He told me some people are stupid, and went to bed. And that was all I ever saw of whatever that thing was. I did some research and I’ve come to the conclusion of it being a skinwalker. Whatever it is, next time I see it I’ll put even more shells into it’s ass.

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This is a follow-up to my previous story where I had encountered a pale white hominid I couldn’t identify, well now I may have the answer to that.

A month or two ago in dumb horror movie teen fashion I had gotten mad at my Grandparents for something stupid, this time I thought they came too early to pick me up from work. I was furious because I still had a few hours left so I said I didn’t want a ride back. A few hours pass by and I start my several mile walk from work to home in the pitch dark on the main road. Things were good until I heard a strange demented bird-like call from the lake near the Villa. I didn’t see anything but I started to get a bad feeling until I got to the road that branches off and leads right to the Villa.

I kept walking and went over the bridge over the highway and continued further eventually walking downhill passing Shell Gas Station and the local General Store and down to the Allamuchy Elementary School. From there I turned left onto the road I’d usually walk to get home and when I did everything went unnaturally quiet and I started to get a feeling of dread. I turned back and turned left from where I just tried to walk and decided to go the more direct route. A few cars passed me by and I just kept walking, still feeling that really bad fear in my heart that caused me to change direction from my usual route.

I reached where the trees got thick making the road ahead appear blacker than ink.y instincts compelled me to stop and turn back and stay under a road light at the intersection by the School. Before I could turn back my sense of dread amplified ten fold when I saw a thin gaunt blacker than night figure dart between the trees to my right. Although brief I could see it’s hands were clawed and it’s legs were digitigrade and it’s body had some dog-like features but no fail. It bolted around from tree to tree without making a single sound or track whatsoever. I kept my calm despite what danger I was in because I finally knew what I was being stalked by.

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