The Count’s Bird-cage

I worked a small time park maintenance and upkeep job a few years back for a local park. It’s no Yellowstone, but I grew up there, hiking the hills and exploring the forests. When I got offered a job working there I took it without a second thought, even though it didn’t pay well – just my way of giving back to the park.

I have more than a few stories from my time there, trekking about with a shovel and saw for whole days at a time, but my favorite tale comes from a co-worker of mine, who I knew as Mikhael. Mikhael had a particular nickname among my fellow crewman – The Count. This was, as far as I could tell, in reference to his angular European face and dark black hair. The Count was around 50 or so when I met him, and yet he had such a love for the forest that he stayed in his part time volunteer job.

The Count was a very kind and gentle man – he would help out with anything you asked, was always kind and compassionate. Of all the things I remember about the Count, one thing that’s always stuck was his love of telling tales of adventures in his home county of Poland. His passion for said stories are part of why I log and spread them as much as I do today. The Count told, no pun intended, countless stories, and many of them I can recall somewhat. Only one of them has really stuck with me all these years later, and it was the last one he ever told me.

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Martie’s woods monster

My aunt rented out a section of a woman’s house for a few years in Lowell Vermont. my Father would often bring us up there over the summer to go swimming and see out cousins. Our cousins would often tell us stories of seeing shadows outside at night, foot steps, nails being ripped from the walls and panting being smashed. I didn’t believe them until i had a paranormal experience at there house one time playing Hide-and-go-seek. but that’s a different story.

My sister and i stayed the night one weekend near the end of summer vacation. we decided to pull an all nighter and at around midnight we all decided to play man-hunt in the woods. The person hunting had a flashlight and the rules were if he had you in the flashlight you had 5 seconds to get out or you were considered caught and had to sit in the garage until the round was over. My oldest cousin drew the short straw. the rest of us took off into the woods.

I hid behind some bushes right next to a tall ever green tree looking toward the house. I could see my cousin looking around the shorter trees about 50 feet away from me. He eventually moved on out of my line of sight. everything was quiet, almost like someone had forgotten to turn on the volume, until i heard a few foot steps to my left. I thought it was the seeker but there was no flashlight, so i figured it was another hider so i go to see who it is, i turn around the tree and see a dark figure facing away from me in what looked like the fetal position. I whisper them, but before i could get the first word out it jumped, almost like i startled it, it slowly raised itself up and turned to look at me. what ever this thing was had pure white glowing eyes, had to have been 7 feet tall and it’s arms reached all the way down to the ground white it was standing. it didn’t make a noise and didn’t move, it just looked at me. i couldn’t see it’s face very well because it’s eyes were so bright. after a few seconds i saw a flashlight shine into it, my cousin started counting “one…two…th-” before he could get to three he saw it too. it darted it’s eyes onto my cousin, shushed him and then jumped into the tree and leaped from tree to tree until we couldn’t see it anymore.
“what the hell” my cousin said in a hushed trembling voice
“let’s just get the others and go inside” i said grabbing his arm

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I was young, like second grade young. One of my mother’s friends had come over and she brought her son, and he in turn brought one of his friends. They were both older; My mother’s son his name is David if I remember right was probably mid to late teens, and his friend who we’ll call John because I can’t remember his name was probably preteens or so.

Now I should say that I used to live in a giant igloo, well my house was white and shaped like an igloo, set in the woods a bit. A parking space for roughly 5 cars to the right of the house near the garage which is connected to the basement the house was set into a steep hill, probably 45° or steeper I don’t remember. And surrounding the house was woods.

It was dark probably 9pm or later and the we, David, John, and I, were bored so I had the idea, Hide and seek!

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The People of the Forest

The natural world that lives around us is one that we all exist within, yet the amount of which some are connected to it are far beyond others. Some of us walk paths made of pavement; and some of us choose ones of dirt and debris. When man evolved away from his home in the forest, he unknowingly opened the domain to the world of the unknown, the impossible, and the terrifying.
These days, most of us no longer dwell within the forest. However, the same majority of us find a brief return to the wild, in the form of camping or perhaps a backpacking trip, and may even regularly do so. The modern outdoor recreation community is a vibrant, welcoming one, and is by far one of the more upbeat groups on the internet. But, for those of us who live or spend a larger amount of time in the world of the wild know the dark, hidden away parts of the woods that exist within the scary stories told by experienced hikers and seasoned campers around the campfires – not the ones that may make you giggle, or the ones that seem to be fabricated on the spot, but the ones that shake you so deep that you feel rattled to the core as you desperately try to sleep in your tent that night, terrified of any shadow or twig snap you may hear.
This story was told to me at a small, backwoods public campsite in Kentucky, by a tall, handsome man by the trail name of Blackhorn. Blackhorn shared a laugh with us nearly the entire time I was in his presence at the campsite. He had a prowess for the backpacker’s classic card game, B.S., and gave genuine kind-hearted advice on anything he could. This made his story all the more shocking.
When I, Blackhorn and the few other hikers at the site gathered around the fire as the shadows grew longer, the tradition of the scary stories commenced. I retrieved my notebook that I use to mark down any truly horrifying stories, and sat back, not expecting much. I, unbeknownst to myself at the time, was wrong.
As another woman finished up her story of being chased around the trail by some sleezy guy, Blackhorn stretched his legs and yawned. He soon chipped in with his story, laying a log on the fire that sent a splash of sparks into the pure black night.
“Ok, so, this one happened a couple years ago… and… I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been the same since. I was hiking a relatively easy trail, maybe a 2-3 day length. The whole trail ran along the steep upper banks of a wide river, with the trails cut into the side of the incline and the campsites either cut the same or on a rare flat area. It was day three of my hike, the last leg for me. I hiked much faster than many of my group counterparts on the trail, and had spent one day day-hiking and relaxing at a particularly beautiful area in the park. One group of about three had camped with me and left earlier than I, meaning I would probably pass them again on the last bit of trail. They were nice, real nice people, and…” Blackhorn trailed off here, and his demeanor of a bright, fun-loving joker began to shatter. All of us noticed, but didn’t want to stop him. “Ach. Sorry, I just…” He continued, obviously a little upset. “When I started trekking again the next afternoon, I had a great day. I’ve been on plenty of trips, and I’m pretty good at navigation and pacing… I’d never gotten stuck out at night. It didn’t make any damn sense that I did that day, either, because everything was going to easy. On way bigger trails, I could knock out 20 or more miles a day, so the last 4 miles in six hours was a literal cakewalk. It’s like the trail just keep going and going, way longer than it should have. It wasn’t like I took a wrong trail either. It seemed like it just kept looping, the same landmarks kept passing by. It got dark fast. I had started panicking, I guess, because I found my self walking very, very fast. I started noticing this one tree that was on a small section overlooking the river,
and every time I passed it, a thought maybe I heard a small, faint splash. When I had passed it, and walked for a while, I heard a huge splash – like someone had driven a car right into the river. For some reason, this just made me snap. I ran, pack bouncing around, until I reached the tree again. But this time… Oh, god…” He choked up. We all knew that this story really meant something to Blackhorn. “…There were… packs. On the shore, the were all messed up and… the beach… scuffed… I recognized the bags. They were from… the people, the group I stayed with before.” He seemed like he was about to explode, and the memories tormented him. We reassured Blackhorn, told him he didn’t have to go on if he didn’t want, but he insisted he get it out. When he recooperated, he started talking again, quickly as if he wanted to get it over with. “I looked over into the river. That was my worst mistake. The thing was… roundish. It had long, protruding… things. It almost looked like one of things from Halo, yknow…” He laughed to himself in a sad, upset way. “And it had all of them just kinda attached to them. The things on its back were dragging these three…shapes in the water. I knew what they were… and it just took off up the river. I don’t know if I could have helped them, or if they were already dead. I don’t like to think about it. I just started walking again, crying a little. For some dumb reason… about half an hour later if slow walking, maybe only a mile, I reached the trail end. It was pitch black. I didn’t have a car there, and was shaking way too hard to try and set up a tent, not to mention exhausted. I just kind of balled up with my sleeping bag on a bench and blacked out.” He stopped there. I had a desire to know more, but Blackhorn didn’t seem interested in finishing. He said thanks to us for sitting with him, and said he’d head back to his tent.
When I awoke the next morning around five AM, I had found Blackhorn’s tent gone, nearly packed up and his campsite vacant. It seemed he packed it real early that day. I didn’t run into Blackhorn on the rest of the trail and haven’t since, but campers ahead of me said they had, and he seemed shaken and out of it.
The rest of my hike out was uneventful, without too many more stories. The trail was very nice, and I enjoyed myself for most of the hike – but you can bet your boots I sure as hell kept away from any water the rest of my trek.

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So to understand this story you need to know that I stay with my dad over the summer and both behind and in front of his house is woods but to the sides is neighborhood. It was my first night there and I was staying in my sisters room since I dont have one.

She started telling me a story of what happened to her friend and her. They where having a sleepover and saw mysterious red eyes outside the window. They went to go check it out and could only find that the flowers outside her window looked like someone had sat on them.

So this scared me since I was like 10 and had had many supernatural things happen to me. So I stopped sleeping in her room I slept on the couch but this didn’t help at all. So on just about the 5th day there I was going to sleep at 3am I always waited for my dad to get off work.

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This was god knows how many years ago. All I know is that I was very young. I can’t remember a lot, but I do remember… it.

My friends and I were playing a game in the middle of the woods called “Camouflage”. It’s sort of like Hide and Seek. Basically, The person who is “it” stands in one place. The hiders then hide all around that person, but you have to be able to see the seeker. You then have to try and sneak undetected to a designated safe zone, and the game ends when either everyone either has been caught or makes it to the safe zone.

My strategy for this game is mostly hiding rather than sneaking. I would usually hide a ways away, but to the point that I could still see the seeker. I was a little far, which in turn made the game harder for me to survive, but I never minded. I always liked being alone. But the woods can always be a little nerve wrecking. You never really know what could reside there. It can really make the imagination run wild. Plus you kind of always feel like something is watching you.

It was about 2 o clock, and it was really nice out that day. The forest trees hid some of the sunshine, but only a bit. There was still sunlight finding its way through the trees, and made the area we were at look really scenic and beautiful.

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The unknown thing on the tracks

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My family place at the time was situated in the middle of a lemon orchard which only served to amplify the sense of isolation to my young mind. Playing outside in the daytime was fine, but once it approached the night and the sun dropped behind the mountains, the place turned into a very eerie place indeed. Every crack of a stick or anything outside of the usual nighttime menagerie of animals would highten your senses as the feeling of being watched would almost make me sick, along with even my tougher older brother.

The part of the country we lived in often had heavy downpours that would damage the roads/tracks, if not wash them away entirely. Most animals would take shelter in these times but, well, not all of them I suppose. Me and my mother were returning from a routine trip to the store to get groceries and such, and as it was approaching winter time it was light when we got there, and dark by the time we left.

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As we were marching quietly, i chose to do a 180 degree turn to check behind us. As I turned I thought I saw movement in the brush. I passed the order to halt and we all went into a crouched firing position. As we were mostly juniors, we were using airsoft guns with LED tracer devices on the barrels. Our fire team leader told the team marksmen to utilize his ghillie suit and move onto the hill behind us. We sat there for about twenty minutes for the marksmen to report back, but he didn’t. We naturally thought that he got hit and was “Dead”. All of a sudden we heard our CO calling us back in with the bull horn he loved to use. We headed back thinking if the marksmen heard it then he would make his way back.

We got back to our camp and were right about our squad mate, except when we saw him, he looked horrible. His face was a pale white, like he saw a ghost. Our CO, we’ll call him Cap, was Native American and was always a bit edgy when we did training’s in the woods. We asked the marksman, we’ll call him John, what happened. But when we asked, he looked at us with the blank and unnatural expression I’ve ever seen, he told us that there was something here with us, and that we needed to leave. Of course me and the rest of our platoon didn’t believe him, we thought he was messing with us but I still decided to be a little cautious. Cap told us we should eat then rest up, as I got to my tent that I shared with another guy, I decided to pull out a sugar cookie that I got from the MRE i had eaten two hours before for dinner. About an hour passes and i’m lying in my sleeping bag, my battle buddy is out cold. All of a sudden i hear a low whistle followed by a tearing sound, like when you rip a shirt in half but amplified. One of our guys screams and that wakes everyone up. I ran out of my tent, still in my skivvies and stopped dead in my tracks. something was standing over one of our guy’s tents with a huge chunk of the tents material impaled on one of it’s claws.

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Mysterious creature at firewatch

Mysterious creature at firewatch. -Ghostzlayer00
English is not my first language so please bear with me!

This happened about a week ago and i just have to put it out for people to hear. A little info to set the scene. I live in the northern part of Sweden, on the countryside away from the bigger cities.
I work as a Harvester and Forwarder operator with two collegues, and if you dont know what that is, its big red machines that harvest timber. And when its summer time and the ground is dry, its a big risk that the machines chains and tracks grinds up towards a rock and sparks a fire, so on this day i was working as a fire watch to make sure nothing like that happens. I have an ATV with fire extinguisher and water tanks on the back to put out fires with.
So, the story begins
It was around early noon and my co-workers was driving around and i was standing just observing from a far, to my right is the logging road with all the timber stacked, and to my far left is the newly exposed tree line.
I was just observing the machines when i got the sudden urge to look to my left, but i couldnt see anything, just the trees swaying in the wind, i scanned the treeline intensly but i dont really know why.
Suddenly i spotted something behind a medium sized rock or boulder. It was a tall dark shadow, at first i just thought it was an old rotten tree or something, so i started my atv and proceeded to approach it.
The closer i got the more nervous i got. When i was about 40-50m from this thing i could start to make out shapes, as said before it was tall and dark, maybe 3 meters in height, it appeared to have arms but it was really hard to see, i didnt want to but i felt an urge to aproach it more, and so i did.
I was really scared at this point and just wanted to turn around and get the h*ll out of there. I stared at it intensly for like 1 minute, but it felt like hours, and then suddenly it just shrunk down behind the rock, which made me jump a little. Now i got sceptical thinking it was someone messing with me, so i turned off my atv and started to walk towards it, when i arrived i took slow and quiet steps and started to peer around the rock. But there was nothing there, and this made me very scared because i didnt hear annyone run away and i didnt see any footprints or any disturbance in the vegetation.
So i turned around and ran back to my atv and booked it away fast. I do not know what i saw that day, but it still freaks me out, i told my co-workes but of course they thought i was playing a prank on them.
I can assure you that this was very real, i will not blame you if you don’t belive me. Ive been back there since and havent seen anything else, but i still get the creeps everytime i look towards that specific treeline.

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