ALWAYS keep your curtains CLOSED in the REZ... Native Skinwalker Stories & Cryptids

you should always cover your windows at night on the rest or if you grew up the way I did and I'm sure some of you also did this we use blankets or maybe even trash bags this was back in the day nowadays everyone has fancy curtains even with the curtain rods and everything else if you want to gain some secret wisdom from the rest there it is cover your windows with blankets or trash bags the best was a bit thinner at night and we're told to not go outside don't whistle at night and basically can't

do anything and one of these rules is to cover your windows at night it's better to just stay indoors and forget that you can even go outside aside from blocking any sort of insects the cold weather and having some privacy as well the best that you can at least but on the rest you also want to block any dangers out there nothing good lurks outside at night or ancestors did ceremonies outside but trust me on this they knew what they were doing out in those ceremonies that went on through the night they saw and heard

things that we shouldn't speak about whether they are spirits or other things they can sense it they know when a window or a door is open into your home they will take that as an invite in case you didn't catch on by now I'm talking about this in a physical and spiritual sense I was a social worker in the late '90s and let me tell you I seen things that will scare you haunt you abuse neglect addiction every possible kind of trauma to help our kids some of the cases I worked on were so disturbing

that you think you had seen it all but then something new comes along and leaves you asking everything you thought you knew there was this one case though it wasn't exactly disturbing it was something else something different it wasn't really even a case not in the traditional sense it was more about the report that I had to write and the events that I recorded the details the things that happened it all gives me chills when I think about it I have wrote plenty of reports in my time but this one this one stayed with me

overall it's just really creepy so there was this husband and wife they had been fostering kids since the late 8s and they were actually well known on the rest everyone loved the foster mom she just had a natural love with these kids she never adopted but was always willing to help out no matter the situation sometimes it was for a week just to have them stay somewhere while waiting on a transition to a different home other times a few months but her door was always open her husband worked full-time off the r and he traveled

daily for a few hours which meant that he wasn't around much during the week he was there during the week but he would leave super early and would get home late he had a good job though one of those that paid well enough to cover their needs and it actually allowed them to take in so many kids that's how they were able to keep everything running from groceries to clothes to all the little extra things that kids need but here's the thing about the foster mom let call her Jenny she was indigenous but Born and

Raised on the r but she wasn't what you would call quote unquote traditional she didn't really believe in the teachings Traditions or follow the ceremonies it wasn't that she was against them she just didn't put belief in them I guess I'm not really sure you would have to ask her that for her it was more about what she could see or hear in front of her she was the kind of person who believed in doing right by people and that was actually enough for her still whether you believe in our teachings or not it doesn't

really change whether it's true just because Jenny didn't practice the Traditions or carry those beliefs with her they didn't mean anything you don't have to believe in the fire for it to burn you if you're indigenous you most likely already have an idea why so many kids ended up there and yeah you'll be right the reasons are exactly what you're thinking I don't need to exactly tell them because the stories all sound the same at least the stories than cases that I have done anyways I'll just get to it and share what happened I want

to see what you think about this because even after all these years I can't quite make sense of it even though this happened in the '90s I'm not going to be using names or naming the community and the story out of respect that is also you can get in trouble and you know privacy obviously the weekend began with several children being placed with the married couple for the weekend it was four kids one boy and three girls the boy at 12 years old was the oldest of his siblings of course I know all the details

because of logs and entries that I would have to review and such including interviews with the kids I'm actually going to try my best not to give too many details on what I do or why certain things are done but there are things that just need contacts but at the same time I don't want to bore you with a job description so they arrived to the home on Friday and they spent the week with the couple the weekend went by fast and during the court hearing on Monday the kid day was extended to 30 Days

by the judge when Jenny heard what happened in court she got home and she started to make better room placements for them the three girls were given their own bedroom but the boy wanted to sleep in the living room I was all right with this number one it included separation from female and male some of the rules are that opposite Sexes cannot be in the same room well sleeping at least of course there are factors like age and other things but I didn't see anything wrong with this as long as the living room door was

locked and everything else was secured however I did find it weird that he wanted to sleep on the couch and when I was asking Jenny why he wanted to do this she said he would simply shrug his shoulders this wasn't the answer and we later found out that he slept on the couch because it was his way of watching over his sisters however it was Midsummer and Jenny was concerned about the boy getting too hot to help him stay comfy she will leave the living room curtains open and crack the window just enough to let

the cool air inside at that time I didn't know about this Jenny only told me the details later after everything happened that is if I had known about it I wouldn't have approved it not a chance open windows and kids involved it's not something that you can allow there's rules that no matter what the situation is you have to learn to say no however I do have a different view on this if a kid is going to do something they're going to do it you can put things in place kids are going to be kids

they'll find a way sure you can help minimize the risk but you just can't eliminate them completely so things went fine and the kids began to relax they stopped being so alert and started being kids again after a few weeks or so they took well to their new home since it was summer they would go outside and enjoy the himself during the day and talked late into the night it took a bit longer for the boy to relax he almost seemed to be very leader likee I'm sure it was because of his past and what

they had gone through so he always took on the role of the big brother almost parent-like too he would also tell him to go to sleep just that older brother care other than that he would sleep on the couch at night one night he said he woke up around 4:00 in the morning when he heard something moving around on front porch as he rolled over he saw a tall dark figure walk in front of the living room window as it went towards the front door he quickly sat up and looked towards the door watching as

the front door knob slowly moved but stopped because it was locked the door now jiggle a few more times and that's when he noticed that the thing quickly peaked into the living room window from the corner of his eye and it quickly pulled back he heard it jump off the porch and the sound of heavy football was running away he got up off the couch and was about to open the front door to see who it was and that's when one of his sisters started whimpering he ignored what was going on and went to check

on his sister she was sleeping and that's when he went back to the couch lay down and slowly fell asleep he eventually told me he told me this directly in a post interview that he was scared but that he didn't want to wake up Jenny and her husband because this would cause an investigation into this and they would most likely Bounce Around houses again and who knows it was already difficult for them because there was four of them the risk of them separating would be higher too the next morning during breakfast Jenny asked how everyone

slept just like she did every morning the girl said they slept good and that's when the brother interrupted and said they were lying he said he heard one of them crying in their sleep Jenny asked what happened and the girl said she had a bad dream however ever she felt better when she saw her brother come into the room and check on her so next up is Jenny asking why he was up he put his head down and when she asked him again he told her that he was sleeping good when he heard something on

the front porch as he turned over he saw something tall walk in front of the window Jenny looked at him and said are you sure he told her that he was and he kept eating breakfast she looked at him then got up from the table and went outside Jenny looked around for about 10 minutes but she said that she didn't find anything and Jenny didn't really believe him she wasn't dismissive but you know how kids are especially with kids who are going through it their imaginations are all over the place she assumed it was just

a bad dream or maybe a combination of being tired and the stress of adjusting to a new house still she wasn't the type to ignore anything even if she thought it was nothing she decided to make a note of it and passed the details along to me just to cover all bases after all you can never be too careful especially with fostering of course after this Jenny started closing the window and even locking it with a piece of a 2x4 after a week Jenny said that she was falling asleep one day when all of a

sudden she woke up to the screens of the boy apparently he was drifting off to sleep when he heard someone on the porch again he rolled over and he quickly pulled a blanket over his head he laid down like that and slowly pulled the blanket back down as he did he started screaming for his sisters and for Jenny with his scream everybody in the house woke up and Jenny went into the living room and the boy was with the blanket over his head she went over there and he was shaking under the blanket and he

was also crying she took the blanket off and asked him what happened he was still crying and wouldn't calm down he wouldn't even look towards the living room window but he did tell her to close the curtains once the curtains were closed he started to calm down everyone was out there by then so she told the girls to go back to bed explaining that he simply had a bad nightmare Jenny sat with him until he fell asleep the next morning it was like the incident never happened he got up and everyone had breakfast it was

like another day Jenny tried to ask him about the night before but he wouldn't talk about it Jenny knows that with fost certain kids you have to let certain things come naturally especially when they are speaking about how they feel or what they seem kids are going through so much that the last thing you want to do is have them close off and so she figured that he would tell her eventually maybe later that they maybe tomorrow so that was morning on a Sunday and they were basically outside all day Jenny told me that she

noticed that the brother kept a very close watch on his sisters all day pretty much not letting them leave his sight or if they went too far he told him to come back and stay near the house later that night as they got ready for bed the girls wouldn't go to sleep yes all kids are like this they want to play they might be over stimulated from being out all day so then started the famous threats the ones that all parents tell kids Jenny told the girls to be quiet to go to sleep that it

was very late she told him that she saw a coyote on the road earlier today and that if they weren't Qui it the coyote will hear them and come up to the window but before Jenny could finish saying this the boy cut her off his voice calm almost mysterious like he said if it's not a coyote it'll be a big black hairy thing with a goat face looking at you now if you ever been around kids you know they can say the weirdest things out of nowhere sometimes it's silly or random and everyone just slaps

it off this was that night it wasn't one of those moments when he said this everybody even the girls went completely quiet Jenny was processing what he just said finally she said something what did you just say she asked the boy didn't look at her just stared at the floor and Shrugged nothing he said no seriously what did you mean by that Jenny said the boy just shook his head still not making eye contact I don't know the boy said and that was it he didn't say anything else the girls also didn't say anything else

Jenny didn't know what to make of it she told herself it was just the boy's Imagination Running Wild or maybe just something that he made up but as she turned off the lights and tucked the kids in she couldn't stop glancing at the windows eventually the time came for the kids to move on the 30 days were up and another family was found to take them in it was a Bittersweet moment for Jenny she had grown attached to these kids as she always did when doing post interviews with Jenny and her husband she told me

that she couldn't explain why but she felt something different she said from that night on she kept everything in the house locked up tight as she should right but even more now every window every door she even started double-checking them before bed and sometimes she would get up throughout the night to also check again but even then she still felt something off she told me that a few things started happening after that she would catch a putrid smell in random parts of the house like something rotting but she could never find the source other nights

she would hear noises outside soft scratching at the wall s to sound of footsteps on the porch at first she tried to brush it off as Her Imagination or maybe animals roaming around it got to the point where Jenny couldn't sleep she said she felt like she was just being watched and the boy's words from that night always linger within her mind eventually Jenny did reach out to the medicine man and asked him to smudge the house again she wasn't traditional but at that point she was willing to try anything she also asked her husband

to start looking for a job closer to home because she didn't want to be alone at night anymore Jenny told me that the smudging seemed to help for a little bit but that feeling it never fully went away then one day when I called Jenny to see if she could take in two kids for one week while the parents were in the process of getting out of jail and finding a home she surprised me when she told me that she decided to stop fostering and as a matter of fact she said they are currently packing

everything to move out the rest she said it felt like the right thing to do this was was strange for everybody this didn't seem like Jenny they literally packed up everything and moved out we didn't hear about them no more nor did they even say bye what really kind of creeped me out though was what I found out when I conducted interviews and wrote up the case reports for the kids each of them had their own story but there was one detail that stood out the youngest one who couldn't have been more than five or

six told me something when I asked them about what they think their brother had seen and she said I saw it too the big hairy thing with the Goat Face it was watching us from the window and when I and when I asked her when she saw it and she looked at me in the eyes and said it wasn't just one day it was every night as quote unquote crazy as it sounds I know there's things out here on the rest that lurk outside at night I believe it Jenny did start coming back to visit

a few years ago especially during summer she'll come every weekend but here's the weird part she'll come in early in the morning and leave before it gets dark she comes to just follow up on the kids and share hugs and moments together they're doing fine at least that's what they told me I'm no longer a social worker I'm actually retired now but this is one of those cases I'm not going to forget I guess cuz I hear so much what these kids go through but when it's something different it doesn't just stay with the kids

with jany it also stays with me I swear I can't even look at a window at night the same way even with curtains and blinds I just stay indoors and you should too this happened when I was a kid it was back in the late 80s maybe around the 90s it's hard to remember at this point but I was around 15 I was living in North Carolina I stayed in the inner city and was getting into all the wrong habits causing trouble at school and other places of course it didn't stop there this path led

me to start getting into drugs but Dad put his foot down he said that I needed to learn about the red Road and sent me to spend a month on my grandfather's Farm deep in the Cherokee reservation I'm actually half Cherokee but at this point in my life I never really known anything about my origin or my actual tribe I agreed but I secretly packed my Nintendo and also a couple of games my granddad came to pick me up in his rusty old Ford truck pulled up in front of the house there were big hugs

all around for my mom and a handshake for Dad I remember my grand grandfather saying how are you Johnny I missed you he never visited anymore since Ruru passed away he was an old man with a native pride hat on I could barely understand him through his thick Southern accd speech impediment after we talked I climbed into the truck and we left my home driving for about an hour south into the Deep Woods and Country we crossed the border into Cherokee land when we got to the farm my grandma came out and there were big

hugs all around I'm met out 12 of my cousins whom I had never heard of before and my uncle whose name was standing bear the old Ran shackle Farmhouse look run down on the outside but it was extremely cozy on the inside it was about dinner time and we went inside grandma made breakfast for dinner and let me tell you it was one of the best meals ever after a full stomach I began to get tired and started a yawn I went into the living room and saw this R old TV I hooked up my

game system and mesmerized the Country Cousins with the wonders of the games that I brought these kids had never seen video games before they quickly got hooked on them we played until about 10:00 at night and then my grandma said it was time for bed we all retreated into the attic and horsed around until 2: in the morning around 3:00 I realized that I couldn't sleep I was tossing and turning with lots of snoring from my cousins I knew they were all out of it I got up to get a glass of water and walk

walked down the stairs as I was filling my glass I heard the strangest thing I ever heard in my life it sounded like some sort of howling and a roar at the same time it came from the back field Grandpa came running down the stairs in his long johns his eyes looking wild Grandpa did you hear that was it coyotes or something else he responded that was no coyote Joe just go back to bed now I'll take care of it he grabbed this gun and went out the front door I went back upstairs to the

attic all the cousins were awake talking did you hear that Joe I nodded cousin Freddy came over and looked me dead in the eye did Grandpa go out there he asked someone else then said that's not good I then said why isn't it just a wolf or something they then looked at me like I had five heads he doesn't know should we tell him Nah if Grandpa did didn't tell him then he don't need to know guys what's going on just go to sleep Joe it'll be fine one of them said around 4: in the

morning I was still up when I heard two three then four shots from the same way that Grandpa went and then heard that crazy howling noise again I decided he had it handled and then I tried falling asleep but I couldn't after what felt like an eternity 5:30 rolled around and my cousins all started to wake up come on Joe get up we got to go mug the horse dolls I got dressed and went downstairs my Grandma had once again out done herself breakfast with ham steaks grits and biscuits with gravy after eating I went

outside and my grandpa was in the back hole digging a huge pit in the backyard there was something wrapped up in a tarp a few feet away he turned off the back hole and hopped down from the seat something came over the fence and killed one of our cows last night I don't want any of you going out past Sundown anymore he said everyone agreed and said yes he nodded and said now help me get crooked arrow in her ho before the flies come we heed the dead cow tarp and a into the grave Grandpa

then got back on the back hole and buried her while we were mucking horse dolls in the barn later that morning I overheard a conversation between my cousins should we tell him yet guys shut up Roxy grandpa doesn't want him to know yet I then thought what the hell is going on but I just continued shoveling at some point my cousin Roxy came over to my stall to show me how to property mck a horse doll she got really close and suddenly pinned me against the wall how much do you know she asked I then

said what quiet down or they're going to hear you what do you mean I know math and history and stuff like that I replied and grandpa said you City people were smart but I'm talking about the spirit dumbass she said the what I asked she then sighed it's called a wendyo a forest Spirit it eats people and animals we don't get them around here but this one has been in the area for about a week now grandpa refuses to call the tribal council he said he's going to handle it himself I didn't even believe her

at this point I was still thinking it was just a wolf out there and that everybody else was overreacting thing she then said so we need to do something if this thing keeps killing cows we won't have anything to make money off of so what do we do I asked Grandpa won't let us help she said but I think I can change that we finished mucking the barn and then went outside my cousin showed me the lay of the land the fields the woods everything it was peaceful and Serene then they brought me to a

fire pit in the clearing and everyone sat around it in a circle cousin Freddy lit the fire and said all right it's been brought to my attention that the wendyo has come to our land Grandpa won't tell us the truth but it's pretty obvious what are we going to do why don't you explain things to Joe first he most likely thinks that we're all crazy that's when they told me everything they know apparently this thing that killed a cow was called a wendyo the Cherokee had told Legends of it for Generations at this point I

still didn't believe them but I was starting to think that what was out in the field and what killed a cow wasn't a coyote or even a wolf we finished talking and cousin Roxy pulled a cigarette out of her pocket by this point it had been day since I had a smoke so I asked can I have a drag please she then said shut up this here is important she broke it open and Scattered the tobacco into four little piles around her North south east and west I still had no idea what was going on

she then said it's an offering for the great spirit so that he will guide us in these times I then said oh I see it's some old tribal stuff that's when cousin Freddy came over and punched me in the stomach watch your mouth he said this is what we believe around here so get used to it after the fire died down we went back inside the house lunch was ready corn beef hash with collar greens we played some Nintendo until dinner and dinner was the full Fried Chicken treatment it was amazing after dinner we all

sat around the table talking as Grandpa told us how he lost his big toe then I heard the howy noise again from the back field everyone went silent Grandpa got up and grabbed his rifle again my grandma looked worried she then said James don't go out there it's dangerous he then said I have to go before he kills one of the oxen or the horses I have to then why don't you take gem with you don't go alone my uncle standing there got up and grabbed his gun from his jacket Grandpa looked around the table

at us myself and every one of the cousins were on our feet staring at him he then said all right listen up there's something out there that's killing the animals it's not going to stop and if you're going to come with me we need to set some very strict rules for me I was thinking oh we're actually going to go out there Grandpa then said first stay on the path there are swamps out there and the Gators will eat you alive before you can scream second keep your safeties on at all times until you're about

to shoot I don't want any accidents tonight and third you listen to everything I say and this is not optional no one goes off alone and you are listen to whatever I say yall got that everyone said yes he then said good he took us out to the shed and opened the padlock I was expecting farming equipment but instead there were a few more 22 rifles in there we spread the rifles between us and got flashlights he closed up the shed and our little ragtag group went into the woods following the path from the back

field Grandpa held up his hand for us to stop and bent down he looked at some something on the trail and said these are tracks and they're fresh we need to be very careful we continue down the path stopping every once in a while to listen or look at the tracks after about an hour I realized something grandpa we just went in a giant Circle I seen that tree before I looked down and sure enough there were footprints in the mud along with these strange three toe claw marks claw marks that I had never seen

before then it dawned on me we weren't following it it was following us before I could even finish that thought Grandpa got really low to the ground in motion for us to do the same we squatted in the mud and listened there was a strange noise coming from off to the left someone then said Grandpa listen to the left of us do you hear it it's closed shut up and stay down I looked off to the left side of the trail there were lots of trees and thick brush I looked up about 3 more feet

when suddenly I saw the glance of a pair of eyes I then yelled out holy complete chaos erupted I fired a gun for the first time in my life I missed but somebody else hit it there was a very angry shrieking growl much louder than it had ever been before something big then ran across the path and back into the woods I then asked are we going to chase it Grandpa then said no I know it got hit about 10 times if that thing isn't dead yet it's never going to be we hiked back down

the path towards the house at the edge of the woods Grandpa motion for us to stop again and point it up the hill towards the house there was an 8ft Shadow standing in front of The Back Fence complete with the same bright yellow ey staring us down it started running at us we scattered and everyone shot at it I heard a shriek again and suddenly it was about 5 ft in front of me it was too dark to make out in the pitch black but I could see a little bit of Shaggy mted fur and

what looked like some kind of claws I heard Grandpa shout something then I heard rifle shots the thing then ran back into the woods my grandpa was calling for everyone to get inside my grandma did ask if we got it my Grandpa shook his head my Grandma sat at the table and said we're safe here they can't come in without asking for permission I then said I thought that was with vampires trying to make a joke Grandpa was asked what he was going to do and he said we're going to stay inside and we're going

to pray to the Creator and hope that it doesn't kill any more of my animals Jean get the Tribal Council on the phone tell them that they need to send someone out here as soon as possible the next day Grandpa took me home in his truck as we sat outside my house with with the engine running he gave me a hug and said I know that's not quite what city life is like but it was good to see you then he asked me not to tell my dad about this he won't believe me and he'll

never let you come see me again get up I got to go pick up some bread and to this day that was the most eventful and scariest summer of my life I grew up in South Appalachia in Western North Carolina 30 minutes outside of the town of Asheville the Appalachian Mountains are some of the oldest mountains in the world with some of the rock formations dating back over a billion years that quite literally means that they were here before there were even animals as with most things that have been on the earth a long time

there's some unexplainable anomalies both benevolent and malevolent for example the Brown Mountain Lights never in my life have I felt fear uneasy when seeing them from WIS men's view they're not good or evil they're just I'm not sure strange I guess on the benevolent side sometimes when you walk through an abandoned old church up near mom and dad's property line you can feel good warm and happy energy it's like that first warm day of summer when the sunshine is not too too hot nor too cold well this story is not about one such anomaly it's

about something that was definitely malevolent about a decade ago I was in night school up in abtech going to school for automotive mechanics I would going to class at about 2: p.m. after I got off my part-time job I would end up getting home about 10:30 p.m. depending on traffic that is every night I drove the same road in my old 1973 Dodge pickup some nights it would give rather boring and so I would take a different way jump out 540 and drive the back roads on this evening I chose to just stay on I40

because I wanted to get home and go to bed it was Thursday and there was no class on Friday and I wanted to go to sleep early so I could go out into the woods and go hiking early tomorrow morning and watch the sun come up as I jumped off of I40 onto the exit where my parents Liv the night just seemed to get darker and none of the animals that I could hear through my roll down Windows made any more more noise the cab of my truck became smaller and smaller I'll tell you this

I never faced any kind of anxiety in my life but at that moment something fell off and there was no way I could put my finger on what was going on I came to a stop on the exit ramp I turned to go down the road and I happened to notice that the gas station off the exit where mom and dad lived had no lights on it was a 24-hour truck stop but I didn't think about it again after noticing I just chocked it up to the power being out but I couldn't shake the feeling

that something was definitely different or something going on I slowly shifted through all of my old trucks gears not wanting to make any more noise than an old pickup already did I leaned over my steering wheel to look up at the Moon through the windshield and there were barely any stars visible which wasn't normal if you ever been up here especially the populated areas where I'm from you can actually see the Milky Way on clear nights and absence of stars back home is only because of a cloud cover as I went through a sharp left

hand curve and went through a stretch before the next right-hander I looked at the ancient the kaying barn the one that I always gazed at when riding that stretch of road and I thought about how long that thing had been there my gase wondered that's when a very large sickly looking dog ran out in front of my truck no more than 10 ft in front of me I heard the fence post I had left in my truck bounc up and out of my bed and then back into it as I slid to a stop my

first thought was oh God now I have to go tell these neighbors that I ran over their dog doesn't go real far with people around here it can really kind of set them off depending on the dog and the person as I sat there taking in the smell of burning rubber something else found its way into my nose the Sten of Rotting Flesh it's not a smell you'll ever forget once you smelled it one time I didn't pay much attention to it at that time I just chocked it up to some rotting roadkill nearby finally

I thought to myself let me go check and see who this dog belongs to I pushed my clutch in I shifted to reverse and as I looked into my rear view illuminated by the glow of my reverse lamps was the same dog only it wasn't on four legs anymore it was now standing like a man a man almost 10 ft tall only then that dawn on me that the front of my truck was every bit of 5 ft tall and this dog was every bit of 5T tall at the shoulder on all fours as it

turned its head to look in the direction of my truck I caught only a glimpse of whatever this thing was a creature it wasn't a dog and it wasn't a man it was somewhere in between and at the same time entirely separate all together its skin was hanging loose off its thin frame like a raccoon bits of matter fur and dur and mud was clinging to its legs like a disease the right arm seemed a little bit longer than the left and they both hung very low in relation to either animal this creature seemed to

be as it regained its Senses at least that's what I think it turned and looked into the mirror like it knew exactly where I was sitting at the face was that of a man but the very edges of its face seem to not be totally defined they seem to move and change like something you would see in the Sci-Fi ch Channel there were no eyes but only sockets where eyes should have been no hair and the skin that was dripping off its face was a cold lifeless gray color the nose was short and shoved into

its face like a bulldog and the teeth they still give me nightmares the teeth were unnatural many of them didn't seem to be arranged in a natural way in its mouth they seemed to fail and spill forth from its face it seemed like forever but it couldn't have been more than 5 Seconds as I sat there paralyzed a light came on at the house next to the road causing the creature to snap its gaze that way and tear off into the woods on its back two legs I dve my old truck into first gear and

roasted tires all the way through first I snatched second gear and drove as fast as I could back home when I got to the house both of my parents were asleep I went downstairs into my bedroom and loaded every single firearm that I had and I locked all the doors I couldn't wake them up who the would believe this and at 10:30 on a Thursday night the basement was quiet that night even the dogs that got up to race hell outside at animals at all hours of the night were just that silent the Old Post

and Beam house didn't even Creek or po at night at about 3:00 a.m. I started to finally get drowsy and as I went to lay my head down to get some sleep so I could still attempt to go hiking the next morning I smell the stench of death again it was faint at first it was but it was definitely there I then thought to myself you're just going crazy none of that is real but the more I thought about it the more and more stronger the smell got my dad has a home office in the

basement which has two big glass doors that face the national forest which are about 500,000 Acres I finally worked up the courage to walk out of my bedroom and into the basement living room with my little tactical 12 gauge loaded tack light on I cover the flashlight with my hand to not make my present SN as I turned out of the living room and into my father's office I shined the light through the glass doors and at the edge of the woods you guessed it and I knew I was going to see it there stood

the creature it was motionless it was staring right into the light with those sockets devoided of ice I quickly covered my light ran into the living room flipped on the outdoor flood lights and to my surprise it was no longer standing at the edge of the woods but between the house and the edge of the woods still motionless I swung the door open and fire every round that I had towards it I must have scored a couple of hits because it screeched the dogs went crazy mom and dad woke up asking me what the hell

I was doing I told him that a bear had gotten into the trash and I was trying to scare it away away they didn't believe me but I know they wouldn't believe me if I told them what actually happened I didn't sleep that night or anytime until the following Sunday everything seemed to return to normal and I didn't think about this whole thing again until I met my wife about 6 years later her mother's house is at the mouth of the holler no more than 5 or 4 miles up the road from where my mom

and dad are at no longer in use and they haven't been used in years the fence is still there and the concrete pad is still there it's a thing of great use when you need to quarantine an animal her Great Pyrenees had gotten into a situation with a raccoon which of course he destroyed but his rabies vaccine had been long overdue so we had to keep on quarantine for some time it didn't really bother him he kind of likes Solitude on this night that we were coming home from a movie date from a nearby town

was the last night of quarantine for him so we walked up the trail using our phone flashlight to get to Cano and there he sat he was waiting tail waging happy to see us we put him on the leash and started walking back to the house with him as we were walking back through the darkness I started to feel the same feeling I had felt that night that I hit the creature with my truck I didn't say anything so as not to alarm my wife but then the smell came and she jokingly asked me my

God what did you eat you stink I did a half ass laugh not being able to fully appreciate the joke for the fear that raged within my mind she immediately noticed this and asked me what was wrong to which I could only reply I'll tell you later she did grow up in the woods and around hunting and things of that nature her whole life actually so she knew what I meant she knew that somebody was watching us or something was you see when you're raced up here there's rules and things you just know when you're

out there in these lands and woods when we could see the light of the house from the trail to the kenel we heard it there came barking from the Cel that sounded just like the dog that we had on the leash next to us the Pyrenees being a guardian dog quickly sensed that something was wrong and so he turned to face the noise letting out some deep barks and growls towards it I'm not sure if you ever had to drag a 150 lb dog but it sucks and it's no easy task I'm 6 feet tall

and 240 and it was all I could do to get him back to the house The Barking never ceased the entire time that we were running towards the house in fact it seemed to grow closer and closer until it seemed like it was coming from inside my head her mother heard the commotion and flipped the flood lights on as we made it to the fence of the yard and that's when I caught a glimpse of something coming coming to a dead stop at the end of where the light finished we all lean around and turning

off back into the darkness my wife then looks at me and says do you want to tell me what the that is to which I simply repli yes let's go inside I told her the story and she listened her family came from a long line of Granny witches and other Supernatural Healers of the appalachin so her older sister came over the next morning with some herbs and chant to bless the property and to ward off the evil I suggested that we go up to the dog candels and do them as well when we got to

them they were destroyed the very concrete foundation was cracked and the chain link fence was torn off its post the dog houses were destroyed and the place red of that stench that followed the creature my wife's older sister just went about her business like normal blessed the place burned some herbs and led us back into the property when we got inside the house she told us very far norly to never go into the woods after dark not until this thing has left me alone to make a long story short my wife joined the military and

she ended up getting stationed in Delaware well as someone who's lived around fairly large mountains and endless Wilderness their entire life Delaware is actually terrible at least that was my thought when we first moved into the middle of a 50,000 plus population city it didn't take us long to find a house in a sleepy little community we bought the house and moved in we were actually both very grateful and glad to be outside of the city the land in Delaware seems lifeless in comparison to Appalachia the populated Woods don't possess any energy that goes one

way or the other having not thought about the creature in some time I resume my staying outside after dark and playing with our dogs in a big yard that basically is surrounded by a small patch of woods well last night I went outside to play with the dogs and as Ark had in I started to build a decent sized fire in my fire pit and consumed some good oldfashioned Appalachian Mountain cop syrup from a mason jar and just as the fire was dying down my American Bulldog went off towards the woods he has a habit

of running off to go on some sort of Adventure so my immediate reaction was to chase him down in the yard and Tackle him so he could not get away as I tackled his 110 lb ass to the ground and threw him in a fireman's car over my shoulders I heard him begin to bark only the bark was not coming from him the only sound coming from him was a deep rumbling growl a noise that I had never heard to make it was one of those threatening noises something was definitely wrong and as I ran

with him on my shoulders back to the house the stench of depth again began to feel the air the other two dogs must have caught window what was happening and they met me at the back door which I threw open and then I slam shot locked and again loaded my guns how the hell did this thing follow us 650 miles up here as I flipped my flood lights on at the back side of the house several of the bushes and small trees at the forest is Edge were still shaking like something had just run through

them my dogs went crazy all night barking and Howling and attempting to get out the windows I didn't sleep a bit and I don't think I'm going to sleep for a while time has passed and I'm not sure will follow me from the first night why it's even targeting me or what's going on but all I know is that everything started in Appalachia I know one thing's for sure I won't be in the Woods After Dark ever again in my life not until this thing this demon or whatever it is is gone I have never

shared this experience with anyone this will be my first time ever telling this story but when you're in my line of work and start telling ghost stories you get looked at pretty funny but here it goes I'm actually a Sheriff Deputy from a region of the South I have been on the job for nearly 10 years and this incident happened back in 2014 I had been on the job for 3 years at that time the town where I grew up and still live today was small it was a low population it's one of those communities

where everybody knows mostly everybody there used to be a small house just outside of town that had been known to be haunted well at least that's what they used to say and it had been there so long even a few buddies and me used to go there and quote unquote ghost hunt it was a small house one of those old creepy houses with a weird floor plan it had a second floor with two windows facing the roadway the ground T grown up it also appeared to be abandoned for many many years the rumors that we

all heard as kids when we learned about the place was that the lady who used to live there actually hung herself in the front yard from one of the large oak tree branches which ran across the path to the front door of course we never believed the lady really hung herself there but the feelings you would get just walking onto the ground to send a chill up your spine all of the times my friends and I went there nothing ever really happened so jumping ahead to my grown-up years I hadn't been to the house in

years but I heard someone knew purchase the property and no one was allowed there anymore one of those slow nights at work I was sitting in my good old trusty crown V honestly I was bored at about 2:00 a.m. when I got a call for service this pench sent me to the address of that same old quote unquote haunted house a passer by said they were driving down the small Gravel Road and heard screaming coming from the residents my first thought was that this was some kid who heard the stories and was playing some weird

prank I was only about 6 or 8 minutes from the house so I made my way over there when I pulled up to the place it looked exactly like I remember it from when I was a teenager the same creepy trees stretching over the pathway to the front door and all I notified dispatch that I was at the residence and would be out of my unit to check the grounds for anybody that might be trespassing I exited my patrol vehicle and began approaching the front I started remembering about the times we used to have as

teenagers I was about 20 ft from the door when I heard a noise coming from inside the house house on the second floor now suspecting a possible trespassing or some large wild animal I made the choice to go inside and check it out back when I worked for this department it was small only two guys on the beat at night and my partner was all the way across town I didn't want to call him all the way out here where I was just to find a Pome scratching around I opened the front door and stepped

up into the residence staying as quiet as possible possible and holding my hand to cover 95% of the beam that was coming from the flashlight as soon as I entered I felt a feeling a dread fall over me like knowing something was wrong the feeling of someone watching me and that feeling in the pit of your stomach all at once as a cop this is like your spidey sense and we all PID close attention to our gut fings I drew my service weapon and began clearing the residence I made my way up the very narrow

stairwell to the second floor I began checking rooms and enter the first one which faces the front of the house with the two windows upon entering my spine went cold something about this room made me feel uneasy the hairs on my neck and arms stood up worse than I had ever felt before I swear I Heard a Voice when I was in that room it was a whisper but I chocked it up as my mind playing tricks because of the creepy feelings I had I finished checking the residence and found nothing nobody no animals the

house was empty I made my way outside and that feeling of somebody watching me got even more intense as I walked to my car I periodically turned to shine my light behind me that feeling of being watched was really getting to me but but I saw nothing as I approached my patrol vehicle I felt a little bit more at ease maybe for a sense of safety inside the cruiser I reached down and pulled my key from my duty belt to unlock the door I slid the key into the lock and look back towards the house

as I was unlocking the door and that's when I saw her dimly illuminated by the Moonlight in the far right window on the second floor was a woman just standing there staring at me she was pale and wearing a long black dress that seemed it would date back to the early 1900s her gaze was fixed on me I froze not because of the fear but a mixture of my mind processing everything from is this an actual ghost or is this a trespasser should I go back inside then reality set in I had just left from

inside the house moments before she was in there then I realized this was the room I felt so uneasy where I thought I heard a voice I felt sick to my stomach I blinked my eyes hard and rubbed them with both hands when I opened them she was gone I quickly opened my door and got inside my vehicle I sat there for a second and gathered myself before driving I reached up and pulled the shift handle into reverse and turned on the head lights as the headlight shine on the front pathway she was standing there

about halfway from the road to the front of the house just staring at me I backed away quickly from the driveway and left the area I can't explain to you what I saw that night but I know it was no natural in the normal sense of how we understand things most of you can understand why I never told a story before but it was one of the creepiest things I ever experienced I learned about 6 months after the incident that the new owner had the house torn down so I don't think I will ever understand

but I do often wonder if the voice I heard was that lady asking for help or did she have other intentions I myself am not Navajo but my friend is he grew up around Gallup New Mexico he loves to tell me stories about Skin Walkers he knows it gives me the chills according to him they are not like werewolves but are dark spirits that use the skins or even the Flesh of anything living that may serve its purpose they will also use animal parts as to thems for example they will take the claws from a

bear or the antlers from a deer they are known to come after humans too but he says that's a native thing and that white people have nothing to worry about he says the only way to make it stop bothering you is to take away its disguise the scariest story he tells is about this Navajo trucker that his father knows every night he makes the long run to the reservation from Gallop one night when halfway there he hears a loud noise that against the front passenger side of this truck thinking he might have hid something he

pulls off to the shoulder of the road to take a look but he finds nothing not even a Mark or dent on the fender so he gets back on the road and resumes driving but only a few seconds later he sees something in its rear view mirror towards the middle of the road and moving up on him and it's not another vehicle then just as suddenly as it appears it's gone shrugging it off he goes back to paying attention to the road with his semi going about 60 mes hour he chances to look in his

mirror and again he sees this thing chasing him and it is moving fast just like that it's at his driver's door and holding on to the handle and striding along then without warning it turns to him with his doglike face and D dark eyes and Smashes in the window the driver Slams on the brakes the cab of the truck goes into the slide the trailer jack knifing past him the whole time this creature is holding on to the door and reaching in through the broken window trying to grab him somehow the truck comes to a

stop blocking both lanes of the road straight across the driver is so scared he doesn't even notice the creature is gone and instead throws the door open and runs off into the desert now he must have passed out or something because he awakes with the sun coming up and finds himself huddled by this rock formation he's Dusty a little dirty and missing his shirt but is otherwise unharmed sitting there getting his bearings the events of the previous night come back to him he gets up to his feet dusts himself off and walks out back to

the highway not knowing what to expect with his truck however as he reaches the road he sees it Park as neat as it can be there on the shoulder when he gets up to it he sees there's nothing wrong with the driver's door window it's as if he imagined the whole thing he does notice however a series of small scratches on the driver's door all around the handle as if something was clawing at it these marks were not there previously this story is from Fort bellnap two of my friends and I are by the street

in front of my house hanging out and talking I noticed down the block a ways underneath the Halo of the street light there's this dog it's just sitting there but it definitely is not one of the dogs from around the neighborhood and there's something about it that just doesn't look right to me I turn to my friends to see what they think and when they look to where I'm pointing the dog is gone and out of nowhere there's this guy dressed in some grubby clothes long dirty hair maybe in his late 20s or early 30s

and definitely in need of a shave the funny thing though is that he's walking straight towards us and getting closer but we still can't make out his eyes almost as if he doesn't have any even though we were three against one without saying a word we all just started running towards my house right up the porch we go slamming the door behind us no sooner are we inside it's like every dog in the neighborhood is barking and whining as if they are scared then just like that everything gets real quiet as if somebody hit the

mute button I'm not sure how long we stayed there Crouch down low and against the wall beneath the windows but finally one of my friend elbows me in the shoulder and tells me with his head that I should take a look outside not wanting to look like a complete I mov the curtain aside and peek out I don't see anything so I go and open the door whoever that guy was he's gone and everything seems as it always is needless to say we hung out on the porch for the rest of the night in the

1980s when I was around 7 or 8 years old my dad's father died he lost a long fought battle against cancer I hate to say it like this but I remember my family feeling relieved the stress and pain my grandfather suffered was finally over now my grandfather had been a man who saved this money but never came around to spending it and as my grandmother had long since passed my father received everything from his father's will my family received over $60,000 in the will and after some time planning with my mother my Dad decided to

put it towards his stream house he wanted to return to the country lifestyle he grew up in he thought the fields and woods would be a better place to raise my older brother and me soon my parents bought a beautiful ranch style home with 80 acres of land much of which still had to be financed but what they did receive from the will did cover most of it I remember when I first walked through the doorway of the new home it smelled like it was well-kept wood the smell freshly cut grass coming from the front

door my mother left it up to my brother and me to decide between ourselves which room belonged to each of us this would be the first time having a room to myself I was so excited that I didn't even care which room my brother picked I do now wish though that I would have cared I ended up with the room furthest away from my parents' room this room was sizable with two windows overlooking the fields outside it also had a big closet that I had no idea what to do with lots of space for a

boy who kept his clothes in a dresser it was on the very first day there when strange occurrences began having told our parents which rooms we decided on we started to unpack separately in our rooms I was sitting in the back corner of the closet of my bedroom figuring out how to stack my collection of board games which were the only things I could think of to place in there at the time I left my closet door open as well as my bedroom door so that the lights from the house and from outside was Shin

to the closet the closet did have its own light source one of those light bulbs with a pool string but I had trouble reaching it so I didn't even want to bother with it I remember having just just set down My Monopoly box when the closet door slammed shut instantly I shot up and turned around without any light from the outside the closet was Pitch Black I called out my brother's name assuming he was joking with me but there was no reply I ran towards the door using the crack of light at the bottom as

my guide then I looked around for the door knob I was relieved when I found it until I tried to turn it it wouldn't move it didn't make sense the closet door didn't have a lock on the inside or even on the outside of it why wouldn't it turn as a scared kid I could only assume my older brother was on the other side holding the door knob still we like to joke with each other as all Brothers do but he had never been one to prank me like this he was as much scar of

the dark as I was moments after realizing that trying to open and the door was pointless I turned back towards the center of the closet I reached my hand upwards looking for the string to the light or rather the feeling for it it was difficult for me to reach out but I knew if I could just feel the tip I could jump up and pull it down and the Darkness would disappear the longer I st blindly through the dark the faster my heart was pounding being engulfed in darkness was a nightmare come true little did

I know things would get worse I did finally feel the small end of the stream before I could jump up and try to pull the core down I felt something that took my breath away an icy cold hand from behind me it placed itself on my neck and slowly ran up my cheek I jumped and screamed so loud some of the blood vessels in my face busted I practically tackled the wall next to me to get around the thing that had touched me quickly I got towards the door and began to pound against it screaming

for anyone that might hear me moments later my Dad pulled the door open from the other side I nearly fell on my face I crawled out and quickly looked back into the closet the darkness now cowered away from the light that flowed back through the open door my dad picked me up and embraced me and looked at my face um buddy did you lock yourself in there jeez look at your face he wiped tears away from my red cheeks as he carried me to his and my mom's room to comfort me I couldn't bring myself

to tell him that the door didn't have a lock but I was able to tell both of them what happened in there but they blamed it on my intense fear of the dark specifically my mom said being that scar can make you see or feel things that aren't there honey she compared it to seeing figures or faces in the dark when what you're actually looking at is a coat rack or a chair as much as I love my parents I didn't agree with what they said the hand that I had felt was real and I

remember it clearly even now that hand was not my own nor was it my imagination later on when dad went to my closet one night to grab one of the board games I watched him do a double take when he opened the door it was the first time he had actually taken a look at it my dad looked at the door knob over on both sides and raced an eyebrow hey buddy he said as he checked out the closet door if you go in here make sure you don't close the door or you might get

stuck in there again there's no lock so it's most likely just warped or something I nodded and did my best to believe him over the next few months small but weird and creepy things would happen especially in that part of the house towards my room dirty clothes that I would lay on the bedroom floor would often end up in the closet floor the next morning when I began closing the closet door every night out of fear of the darn thing it would always be open in the morning one day when I was out playing after

I had cleaned my room my mom called me back inside absolutely Furious when I went back inside to my room where my mom was she was upset because of how trashy my bedroom was she thought I hadn't cleaned it but the state it was suddenly in was worse than I had ever seen it before every drawer in my dresser had been pulled out and dumped out my blanket and sheet for my bedroom had been pulled off and tossed over the closet door which was now open inside a closet were hundreds of board game pieces as

someone had dumped each of the boxes out onto the floor I was shocked but no matter what I said to my mom she wasn't having it she demanded I clean my room before I was allowed to come out of the room obviously I was upset but I did as she said I cleaned as fast as I could folded all my clothes again remade my bed then stood at the opening to my closet I couldn't bring myself to walk in there alone especially after something or someone had just ruined my room and I knew it was

in my brother because we had both been outside why would my parents mess up my room deep down I knew it was the thing in the closet I stayed in that room 2 hours longer than I had to unwielding to enter that closet to pick up the board game pieces but when my stomach began to growl and the smell of homemade fried chicken filled the air I for myself up and into the closet it took me a few tries but I was able to jump up and catch the stream to the light so at least

I would have some light if I did get stuck in there again quickly I started to pick up the pieces on the floor it was a pain matching them up with the right boxes as about a dozen different games had been mixed up every few seconds I glanced at the closet door making sure it stayed open I thought nothing could happen if the light was on I was wrong I picked up the final piece eventually a small white ball that I'm pretty sure belonged in the Hungry Hungry Hippo box I threw it in closed up

the box and turned around I stopped a woman stood in the doorway her feminine shape made me first think it was my mother but she was taller than her her hair was a mess and went down to her ribs she stood facing away from me in a stained but light blue dress she appeared to be looking out the windows of my bedroom my voice failed me I wanted to speak to her but I had no idea what to say I wanted to think it was some long lost relative coming for a visit that I had

never met before and that I didn't know she was coming deny is a powerful thing the woman was breathing in and out so slowly that I didn't even hear her breathing until long after I studied her her breathing was extremely slow and troubled as if she had been a smoker for multiple lifetimes then she lifted a bony finger and pointed towards one of the windows I swear she spoke I think she said such a nice day out of nowhere in the blink of an eye my vision was obstructed I flinched away first thinking that I

had suddenly gone blind but as I brought my hands up towards my face I found greasy messy hair covering my small form then that slow struggling breathing came from behind me this woman was no longer in the doorway she was standing right behind me with her hair draped over me I screamed and then I ran I ran where I last saw the open closet door and Jesus this sounds crazy but the few feet I ran to escaped that closet each inch of the way I was going through that hair her breathing stayed in the same

spot in the closet but the hair seemed infinite as if it was no longer coming from her head and instead hanging from the ceiling only when I bursted out of the closet did the hair finally come to an end I turned to shut the door and found once again the closet empty these are a couple of my most terrifying experiences with what I would eventually refer to as the witch of Donner Farm Donner was the name of one of the previous owners of the land I wish I could tell you that I figure out who

she was that we ended up moving and that it all stopped but we didn't move and it never did stop it would happen randomly and things might calm down for months at a time but she was always there seemingly preferring my side of the house the experiences only stopped after I moved out at the age of 20 if you want to hear more of these experiences let me know I'm sure most of you won't believe me I'm a 21-year-old Navajo I have family that lives on a plot of land south of Gallup it's about a

30 minute drive to my family's land and it's surprisingly not deep in the woods I remember first being in close proximity with a witch when I was about 7 I was at my uncle's house Our Land has three homes on it his my mom's and his girlfriend they were drinking and my uncle went to relieved himself out the front door I remember he freaked out and said there was a skin walker outside I freaked out and his girlfriend said it was okay that was just Scooby-Doo attempting to lessen my fear since it's been so long

I remember those important details only after that I have no memory of what happened that uncle passed away that year and I always think about what could have been between me and him now that I feel so alone and the rest of my family isn't amazing as he was with me anyways to be clear I have never seen a witch but these details are unfortunately true jumping ahead a couple of years I'm in eighth grade my grandpa who lived with my mom and me is in the hospital I ended up sleeping been in his bedroom

because I always slept on my mom's floor due to being creeped out by the thought of a witch trying to peer inside my window or hearing the noises they could make I wanted to sleep in there because he had cable in his room his room is on the opposite end of the trailer where my mom slept it's about 5:00 a.m. and I wake up to the most terrifying language I ever heard it sounded like a cross between a hyena and a pig the constant chitchat between whatever was outside my grandpa's window haunted me in that

instance I listen for a couple of seconds but I covered my ears as hard as I could out of fear it was the most scar I ever been after the whole ordeal I went to my mom's room and crawled into her bed telling her what happened and shaking a bit I had school that morning so when we went to start the car I noticed in the area where I heard the noise there was a trailer hitch and sitting in it was a straight dog my grandma then hired a medicine man after that happened and he

said that dog was in cahoots with the witches I tried to get rid of him but that dog always came back it was skinny I always had a bad vibe from that dog which doesn't happen as I love dogs after that encounter I was truly scared of being alone a year later during my freshman year of high school my mom died whether or not those jealous witches were the cause of her death I'll ponder once here and there she died from a bad cold mucus in her lungs I was asleep in her bedroom but not

on her bed I went to bed around 10 p.m. and in the morning she was very weak and cold like she was hallucinating and didn't get under the blankets to keep warm when I woke up she was dead and sitting in front of her bed that day changed my life completely as I have never stayed at that house ever since she died I stayed with my dad now in town my other grandpa said our family may be an active Target of those evil witches he said once in the 9s when my uncles and their friends

were at my grandma's land they saw a fire and a witch doing the dance ritual on top of a Misa they began to shoot at it it seized them and they take off when their girlfriend's freak out they leave and the witch follows them from wherever they are keep in mind this area has a lot of trees and isn't flat like most of the Navajo Nation my grandpa said that the witch follow my uncle's back to where my family's land is my family and the evil history of the area they settle at is real I

wouldn't type all this if it wasn't true I don't like fake paranormal stories and you wouldn't either if the Paranormal was just a footstep away after all the harm these witches have done no one wants to talk about it or do anything about them what is there to do it's been 6 years now since my mom died we saw what happened when my family interfered with this ritual and what ended up happening to all of them so there are things out there that are just best left alone I live in the downtown area of a

major Texas City to get away from the city and enjoy the outdoors and some alone time I will make the hour and a half Drive almost every weekend to a small cabin that's in the woods owned by my family I've been hanging out at that cabin in those woods almost my entire life so I feel pretty comfortable there the area doesn't have many people living there and it's always safe so one weekend I took some of my friends out there to fish and spend some time away from the city while fishing on the bank of

the river that runs near my folks cabin we pulled up some chairs started a fire drink a few beers and watch the sun go down behind the trees dad it's life after sitting around for a few hours I suggested we go hunting the next morning for breakfast the guys weren't big fans of waking up early to crawl around in the woods looking for something to eat they would have rather stayed up all night drinking and fishing and wake up late the next day let's just go hunting right now said one of them everyone else agreed

and started getting loud I stayed put in my chair and replied hell no it's too late it's too dark we wouldn't be able to see a thing out there man plus there's those thing witches everyone knew I made a good point but then one of them said wait what do you mean by witches what are witches anyway like seriously I laughed a bit because they all seemed so intrigued and all of a sudden so focused so I began telling the story of the last last time I went camping and hunting in the woods around my

parents' cabin it was just like any other camping hunting trip I had gone out on I packed the backpack with all the Necessities a 22 long rifle an MMP and a 45 that I would always carry I parked my truck at my parents place and walked down the dirt road until it disappeared into the woods I make a point not to over hunt in any one area so I hiked in a direction I knew I had never hunted in after a few hours of hiking I found a clearing in the woods that allowed some Moonlight

once it got dark I don't use a tent when I camp alone so setting up my Camp was fairly easy I got a fire going and quickly went to go find some small game for dinner before it got too dark after bagging a few squirrels and a rabbit I started to head back to my campsite the night had already started to settle in so it was getting quite dark on me I took a moment to light up my lantern that was hanging off my backpack I poured some lantern oil on it and got it going

a few hundred yards later I heard a movement in the distance obviously while moving through the woods with a backpack with a rifle strap to it you make a lot of noise yourself however the noises that came from deeper in the trees have a distinct sound almost like an echo so when I heard movement coming from somewhere else else other than myself I froze staying completely still and listening there was nothing my brain started reasoning as fast as it could and concluded that a branch might had fallen or a deer might had gotten spooked and

high tailed it out of the area that was good enough for me so I continue on through the dark in the direction I knew my campsite was in the compasses don't lie and I had learned how to use them and rely on them by this point in my life I heard it again noises coming from my right north of where I was and this time I almost thought I heard a yell of some kind again I froze thinking it was coyotes I'm not too worried about them so I continued the way back was starting to

feel really long though but hiking through the woods during the day is very different than hiking through the woods at night most of the time you hike slower watching your steps more carefully so it's not unusual that I hike the same distance could take longer at night than during the day before I go on I feel like I should say that I was recently married at the time most likely less than a year at that point like I wrote before I travel a lot throughout my life and homesickness was not something I was familiar with

until I met my wife I'll call her Julie yet we met when we were both 18 and up until then I had never missed my home or anyone whenever I was away but once we started dating I began to finally experience the feeling of being homesick whenever I was away for too long and in some cases not even long at all that Friday evening towards the woods I had left I got home from work and sat down with Juliet for dinner before leaving it it had only been a few hours since I last saw Juliet

and yet I missed her so badly out here in these woods so much so that I think I almost felt pain having said that I think it's going to make what happen next a little more creepy anyways so I heard something I froze and stood still in the dark woods and turned to my right I was deeply confused because I knew what I just heard it was Juliet calling me even though it sounded like she was a bit far there was no doubt it was her what the is she doing out here there's got to

be some sort of emergency I got to find her she's most likely been calling my phone and it's not even on something bad must have happened I thought as my mind raised to rationalize and come up with a realistic conclusion chip chip she yelled through the trees in the distance my name isn't chip but it's the secret nickname that she has for me I basically joged Through The Dark Forest towards where I last heard her calling me stopping every now and then to listen for her again eventually I had to stop because I had not

heard Juliet call out to me for a while I stood there quietly panicking for what must have been like 5 minutes but every second was torturous I felt like I failed to find my wife to help her she came all the way out here to find me because she needed me and I couldn't even find my way to her and then that's when I heard it again chip chip her voice quietly resonated through the tall trees and she sounded like she was in pain I began to walk as quietly as I could towards her so

I could hear her as she called out to me again and she did she sounded very much closer and I was relieved as I felt myself getting closer and closer to her chip chip this time I was alarmed I felt like I was about to be in danger but I shook it off and continued towards my wife CH again I kept listening to her calling me but she didn't sound quite right it almost sounded like it wasn't her at all just like two different people can say the same things in the same pitch and tone

but they can never sound exactly like each other it was like there was someone else pretending to be my wife and it was mimicking her voice but I could hear her so clearly just a few moments ago I figured she was choking up trying not to cry so I kept moving again and again I heard my wife calling out to me as I kept getting closer and closer each time she called though her voice sounded less and less like her by the time she sounded like she was only 10 or so yards away I was

on high alert it sounded nothing like her by then whoever it was calling me wanted me to believe she was my wife and by then I knew for sure it wasn't her I approached carefully with my handgun drawn this person wasn't moving one bit but I could tell where she was I started getting closer inch by inch holding my Lantern up in front of me trying to see who I was dealing with then peeking from around a tree I saw two eyes reflecting the flame from my lamp I have to admit at that moment I

was terrified my wife life is shorter than I am and I was eye to eyee with whoever this was and her eyes were too far apart to have been Juliet's eyes hey is everything all right I asked her like an idiot I can give you anything you want I knew right away what she really was I knew her malaci intentions Jesus help me I said under my breath in a fearful whisper with my gun still in my hand I safely aimed towards the ground with my finger off the trigger as soon as those words left

my mouth she visibly flinched as if she had smelled something disgusting I could tell by her silhouette and the Reflections in her eyes though I Stood Still realizing what I had just said while she backed away from me back into the darkness up until this point during my story my buddy sat staring at me completely silent listening to me speak dude why the didn't you just shoot her you had a gun didn't you said the youngest guy I told him it would have been useless to shoot the witch out there it wouldn't have killed her

or done any harm to her how why he replied I began to explain to them what witches really are people who practi this Witchcraft and offer rituals to Demons they conjure and return for something they want my theory was that this witch achieved her position through the sacrifice of people and animals I could tell they were thinking it over and trying to decide whether to believe me or not and to those listening I know y'all might think this is crazy and not believable and if I hadn't seen it at all before I myself wouldn't even

believe it but the truth is my parents were and still are very prominent figures in the church I grew up in being Elders of the Church community they often perform exorcisms when I was a kid and no I don't mean the stereotypical Hollywood Catholic priest with a little white thing on his neck under a black jacket holding up a wooden cross they belonged to a Hispanic Protestant denomination that in fact disagreed with and opposed Catholicism ISM being too young to stay home alone I was often taken with my parents on house calls to pull demons

out of people it was a horrible experience every single time in Latino America culture it's not uncommon for people and their kids to visit witch doctors or even doctors who heal when somebody's feeling sick or when they want their lives to move in a better Direction and sometimes when they want harm to come upon someone who has wronged them however being part of these rituals is like an open invitation for demons and leaves people open to demonic activity so there was always someone in need of help in our community I watched and listen to everything

my parents did during exorcisms and I had read every book my dad kept in his office about the subject by the time I had this incident in the woods I already knew what to do and what went not to do very well I continue my story after explaining a bit more to my buddies as I was saying I stood in the dark forest with my lamp held up with my arms stretched out until I could no longer see or hear the witch backing away my adrenaline took a while to finally settle down then that's when

the fear came I tried walking back to my campsite quietly but my nerves got the best of me and I end ended up almost running through the darkness I was pretty confident I could find my way back but either way I kept checking my compass after running and running in the correct direction I never reached my campsite I felt confused and doubted myself like never before maybe I really don't know anything about being out in the woods how could I have gotten myself so lost I turned around and walked until I saw a familiar pattern

in the trees once I felt confident about where I was I forced myself to walk back to where I ran into that witch when I found the tree she was initially hiding behind I stared at it for a good while expecting her to peek around it again but nothing thankfully I retraced my steps back to where I had gone off the path to follow Juliet's voice after hiking a bit longer I found my campsite I was exhausted cover in sweat scratched up and hungry I considered packing everything up and starting on the long walk back

to the cabin but I had no energy so I called it a night I didn't even sleep much even though I felt entirely drained the woods were very loud that night even by a summer night standard the bugs and animals didn't stop to take a breath for a second and the owls were very aggressive as well I could I hear them screaming near and far all night every time I began to Drift Off to rest I would get awakened to the screams of the owls echoing in the forest or at least that's what I assumed

to be I turned to look at the guys and asked them if they were still down to creep into the woods they looked at each other and said yes well y'all go ahead I'm not going in there right now I said laughing to myself but it didn't even do anything to you you scared her away one of them replied maybe but it's only because I said the name of Jesus I said well just say it again if she comes back dude he said almost annoyed it's not that simple I think you really have to believe

for that to work and I can say I already did believe back then but now I won't be calling on anyone to come help me after I said that I don't remember much about the night other than that all of us ended the Night by watching blood diamond in the cabin it's the only movie that my parents have in there I think it was already there when they bought the place as for what I said about believing I'm not 100% sure it's right most demons hate God and Jesus and I'm not sure if they care

if you believe in God or not it's not that I don't believe in God anymore more however the only reason I do believe is because I seen the other side of things that which that I saw knew what I loved and what I missed and that I would have done anything for my wife I have seen encountered and even felt evil but I have never fell God Laona a story from my grandmother that has been passed down to warn others that if you decide to visit Mexico you may just encounter something terrifying and paranormal well

let me explain first that I'm not talking about visiting Mexico like the resorts in Cancun I'm talking about the Deep villages in Mexico and the Ranchos which is where the story takes place my grandmother lived in a small village in Mexico which just a handful of street lights and friendly neighbors everyone knew everybody and my grandmother had six siblings five brothers and a sister she recalled that her brothers used to hang around with the other neighbor boys running around playing games and causing trouble there wasn't a whole lot else to do in a small port

Village one day while her brothers were out my grandmother her sister and her mother stayed home doing some chores and preparing dinner as the sun went down and her children got back late her mother decided to scold them as any mother would but when the boys returned they were visibly terrified they had been running and slamming themselves into a small wooden doorway of their mother's house my grandmother's older brother finally spoke up crying and clinging to her mother's apron he said the crying woman is following us she's telling us to follow her she's still behind

us at first my grandmother thought they were making it up to avoid punishment but when she looked in the direction they came from she heard something and saw a shadow passing back and forth under the lone street light a loud desperate cry failed the night her mother surprisingly began laughing and told the boys to go eat she waved her hands and said you are not welcome here go find someone else who will actually listen the shadow continued to sway and for a brief moment my grandmother saw a long hair figure then as quickly as Theona

had appeared she swayed again and disappeared her mother laughed and scolded the boys emphasizing the importance of listening to their parents my grandmother always considered her mom to be a brave woman who believed in all these things and warned them not to provoke it she often shared these stories as both entertainment and moral lessons the SC bars that her uncle's bore served as a warning be careful at night and be weary of the cries if you're ever staying in Mexico my grandfather told me a story once as we sat around a campfire in his backyard

in the cool night of the Arizona desert The Horizon was clear and each star twinkl in a purple sky with a full fat Moon hanging low over the mountains his voice was raspy the result of a lifetime of smoking cigars and drinking whiskey the fire danced and shined across his wide dark eyes as he saddled into his seat ready to tell his story way back when I was a boy about your age I lived outside a reservation with your great-grandfather he had returned from the war and said about raising horses and cattle on a 100

Acre Ranch settled between a Bram bed mountain side with good dirt for growing Thorn brush and not much else one night my mother was sick and Pa and I took a trip into town about 50 Mi away straight through a dry desert over a washed out Creek and some old abandoned farmsteads PA and I were driving in an old Ford pickup truck I remember it was dark out Inky and thick with only the lights of our old truck lighting up the road I remember it so much the engine began to sputter and the truck slowed

to a jerky stop damn it paw said guiding the fort to the side of the road as it coasted to a stop my paw said stay here son and he stepped out into the darkness shutting the door with a heavy thud my window was down and the Cool Desert Air was Breezy and felt good on my hot face and neck Paul was getting water from the back to cool down the engine and that's when I smelled it rotten eggs strange I thought to smell sulfur and the desert my nose also picked up the smell of

one of those dead bloated cattle that would drop from the Heat and lay there until the crows pecked enough holes in their hide to cause the whole thing to explode it stunk and I gagged my skin started to tingle too the back of my neck felt itchy and my face started to get very hot the wind stopped blowing with the stink filling the cab paw I called out no answer my heart started beating and I felt such a fear in me in my bones in my chest I tell you I never felt fear like this

not until Vietnam not until I saw men dying around me I locked the door and reached over for my Paw's door and saw a shadow bound across the road through both di beans of light across the partly open hood grandfather paus telling the story he spit a fat piece of tobacco to his side and he looked very pensive into the darkness I realized I was holding my breath and gasped for air the night was Breezy but I was sweating and clammmy what about your father what did you see my grandfather continuing the story side a

creature he shook his head you have to understand there were Legends old Legends much older than what's out there in the valley older still than Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull than the old Chiefs and their shamans the Apachi and hopp and Cherokee and all them old tribes and First Peoples they told tals they told stories about dark magic something about a deal made with the old spirits of blood sacrifice to gain power old Power enough to fight each other and the Spaniards and later the white men that came for their land and wom they called

them he paused grandfather took a deep breath and looked towards the fire to the sky the desert the creek the Moon the Sun and then leaned a little bit and said they would call them Skin Walkers old Warriors resurrected as skinless men walking on deer legs with the Torso of a man and the head of a coyote but they were messed up long and this figure teeth like a Bowie knife long arms and standing 7 ft tall even hunched over they would gut the old Cowboys and white Riders they'll run through the bullets part the

Spanish armor like it was a potato sack and boy could they changed their voice to match a person you knew or might know and that's what I saw big and fast only for a second it ran across the road Gray and molted muscle flexing under its legs clumping on the road stringy muscle hun shoulders and it turned looked right into the cab and looked at me right into my eyes and I swear I swear it grinned at me I sank into my seat in fear shaking I knew my death was coming I smelled old oone

and brimstone the air felt like right before the lightning comes and blows a tree to smerin charged them full with power I yelled for Paw but no words came out just a dry squeak I started to shake as my grandfather told his story he was still here so I knew he lived but the supernatural always fascinated me and even now I felt the force of his words the real power of Skin Walkers was trickery sure they could change their voices but also their skin that's why the gods took their hide so they could take others

not for long the legend says maybe an hour before the SE of the skin that they were wearing would come looking for their mortal shell before going to whatever hell awaited then even though I think that getting skinned aive was hell enough a minute passed and what felt like a lifetime 1 second and 1,000 years my father's door opened and I jerked my head to the left putting up my hands to fend off an attack son it's me my father said before climbing into the cab he got the steering wheel and pulled himself in an

awkward way jerking himself into the seat I cringed into the corner I looked at him I looked hard your great-grandfather was a good man treated me in my mom right he fought the Nazis and saw the worst of man in Poland when he freed all those camps and now I was taking his measure is this my father do I make a run or do I die is it him or not let's go get that medicine for your mom as he pulled the truck into gear and pulled it out into the road and our trip resumed

I guess it was him after all but how did you know was it because he said something about your mom I knew because out the window out the corner of my eye I saw that same Beast running 50 m an hour right next to our car looking at me with those yellow eyes and grinning mouth I looked and saw it hunched and angry running next to us my paw kept his eyes on the road looking straight ahead son he said don't look at it that's how I knew it was my dad he knew what to

do and he kept telling me to just keep looking straight ahead and to not look at whatever was around us running he then told me that by acknowledging its presence you give it power that's where my grandfather finished the story I kept staring at him but by this time he was just looking straight ahead looking around me and said we should go inside as we went inside the house he then told me to not ever mention Skin Walkers he also said that speaking their name out loud or mentioning them at all even in text even

in stories even if someone else is telling you a story is supposed to make them aware of your existence to give some perspective on the scenario we live in an apartment complex at the edge of town in Illinois right next to us is a woody area full of coyotes and deer and lots of birds so it's pretty Lively last night at 3:00 a.m. my fiance went outside to grab a case of water from the trunk of our car and when she was grabbing it she claimed she heard someone say hello in a girl's voice coming

from the woods she said she couldn't see anything but she replied back confused saying hello back whatever it was ended up saying can somebody help me and that's when she got the chills and ran as fast as she could back inside our house right before she entered the house she said that she heard it again with the voice getting closer asking for help but instead of a normal girl voice it turned into a girl voice that didn't even sound real and she couldn't explain the change in the voice she said afterwards thinking about it that

her voice sounded familiar but couldn't point out whose voice why I believe she wasn't bsing around it's because 2 years living here we never talked about things like this and when she rushed inside she startled me because her face was in shock and she was breathing heavily almost like I thought she seen something or heard a gunshot I don't know my question is she thinks it was a skin walker because who would be out at 3:00 a.m. asking for someone to help them in the woods what do you guys think I also read online that

you weren't supposed to interact nor share the encounter that you had about a skin walker she will be all right this one time sharing the story I hope this story comes out of Arizona three siblings are returning home to the reservation for a weekend visit with their parents their trip is taking them from Phoenix to the family home in low mountain and pinion it's a trip of about 5 hours they leave fairly late in the evening as they approach keem's Canyon Highway they turn onto a dirt road leading straight into low Mountain just before they

reach the dirt road they noticed an old lady bent from age and walking with a cane on the side of the highway it is about 2:00 in the morning she has a scarf over her head and a long black jacket beneath and she is also wearing a green dress their only thought is that it's a late hour for walking along and isolated Highway pretty much in the middle of nowhere the reservation is really dark at night and there is barely anyone driving on the roads after they passed the old woman they make the turn onto

the dirt road a mile later they notice the same old lady bent and walking where her cane there on the side of the dirt road spooked by the incident and finding no explanation that would provide for the woman's presence they had been passed by no other vehicle since turning onto the back road the older brother who is driving steps on the gas and puts distance between them and a roadside Spectre together the three of them recite some words in Navajo to protect them from any dark medicine eventually they reach the highway that leads to chinley

as they come to the first overpass they see that same old lady sitting on the shoulder pavement we her head down and waving the cane in the air before they can pass her by the car stops out and they are required to roll to a stop a short distance past the woman desperately the older brother attempts to get the car started but there's no response at this point with all three of them panicking the old lady stands up facing the opposite way so they can't see her face and she walks to the other side of

the road once there she turns her head for but a moment and they see that her face is painted black she keeps walking and eventually disappears in the distance now out of sight the brother again turns the key in the ignition and the car starts they make it to their parents' home with no further encounters when they tell their parents about the experience their fathers tells them of an old Navajo couple with a house back in the trees somewhere between the two highways they are rumored to practice Bad Medicine and bewitch people from what he

knows the old man passed away recently and ever since then the old woman has been frequently been seen at night walking the highways and the back roads the one and only time I went hunting was with my father when I was 11 my mom didn't work so it was up to him to provide for us my entire life he worked more than he was at home when he did come home he would drink in front of the TV to exhausted to do anything the years crept up on him and he finally noticed how how old

I had gotten and how I was already shaping up to be a disappointment in his eyes I was small for my age I stayed inside a reed instead of playing sports my body was so frail I got sick often when he finally truly looked at me for the first time he didn't recognize the son that lived in his house therefore he thought that hunting would be the answer if I would man up and shoot something maybe I might grow into the person he wanted we never really spent any time together hunting with my father felt

like being stuck inside a forest with a stranger what kind of person even enjoys camping was I even missing something my father kept sipping away at a steel water bottle that I knew didn't have water inside without it he never would have lasted the day we caught no fish at the lake for lunch the first day trying out luck we went into the forest trying to shoot something for dinner we pack something to eat but not much my father worked hard however he was supporting all three of us on his own I knew it would

be four of us soon my mom hadn't told him yet and I wasn't sure how he would take it I really pray she would leave him as heartless as that was to hope for we could to go to my uncle's house so my father could be alone maybe retire in a few years without having to worry about supporting a family even as a child I could see how much his job broke his body a little more every day in my mind my mother didn't have any kind of feelings for this stranger instead of going outside

playing with neighborhood friends I worried about my family's future in the woods hunkered down my father waited for something to come into His sight for the first time he made the attempt to talk with me and teach me things after a while when he thought I could be trusted he placed the rifle into my hands and let me get into position it was far too big for my short arms and little hands I was scared that if I shot it The Recoil would break my shoulder I didn't know the first thing about guns in the

movies I had seen the they always had a powerful recoil line it up our dinner is over there my father whispered in my ear a rabbit came into a clearing he spotted it first looking through the site I went through everything I had just learned I only needed to pull the trigger such a simple little thing my father would teach me more things patiently and be proud of me the first hunting trip with his son would become a cherished memory but it didn't go like that I froze up I just couldn't shoot the rabbit aside

from not wanting to kill another living creature I felt like if I shot it I would be living alive my father would try his best to act like the person he should be teaching me how to skin the rabbit and how to cook it but he would not actually care about me he never did this trip would never turn into a family relationship he wanted the small rabbit jumped off and out of sight to become a meal for something else I eased up the grip on the rifle the moment before it was snatched from my

hands my father shot at the rabbit Now hidden in the bush why didn't you shoot it he hissed at me when he got angry his voice got low he was never the type to yell and scream I wonder if he did shout at me I might be left scar of him whenever I had a nightmare it was always the same my father sitting in the living room in the dark staring at the TV I stood in the doorway looking at him just waiting The Waiting crep dread into my bones I hated the weight I wish

he would just finally scream at me I couldn't stand his silent rage any longer go back to Camp you're useless those words should have done nothing to me after all this man wasn't my father not really he was a stranger and yet I felt my face full of shame but I still didn't regret not shooting the rabbit I went back to the camp trying to make myself useful I collected firewood I cleaned up and did anything else that I thought would make my father happy I heard the sound of a truck we parked pretty close

by and my stomach sank at the thought of him just leaving me here but our gear cost a lot of money he will leave his son in the woods but not things he worked hard for for hours I was alone in the tent I brought a book along I nearly finish it by the time my father returned he smelled drunk and like fast food I knew he had gone into town for supper and a few drinks alone I only ate a hot dog and a handful of marshmallows the arrangement was fine by me the rest

of the night he spent by the fire just drinking the scene identical to how he spent time at home just looking forward yet not taking anything in he stayed outside even after night fell I went back into our tent trying to sleep finding it impossible I thought about how things would changed when my new sibling came if they ever made it to that point I fear that my my father would try to make sure that he didn't have another mouth to feed I wanted nothing more to get away from that man Even though in a

way he had never done anything to me the nothing made me feel as if something was coming at some point I fell asleep but some rustling outside woke me up in my drowsy State I sat up hearing my father's voice outside take him please not me he was crying the man that I didn't know a thing about was crying his voice was very faint as it far away more begging and pleading until I heard something that made me scramble into the corner of the tent he finally broke the silence and the noise I always dreaded

came he screamed and just kept screaming as if his life depended on it clutching my knees to my chest tears came to my eyes as I could do nothing but listen cracks from the rifle came whatever he was firing at he missed or it didn't care the entire exchange only took a few minutes that felt like years finally his voice drifted away as if he was being dragged at a fast pace at first I wanted to stay inside a tent until morning I cried hard until my throat felt raw and my eyes hurt when my

crying spell stopped I decided to see if he dropped the rifle I would need a weapon until I could leave when Dawn came I untipped the tent only enough to peek outside the dying fire did not give enough light to see by I needed to go outside finding a flashlight I carefully got out hyper aware of every sound around me scanning the ground I saw the hot dogs were still where I left them if my father was attacked by a wild animal why didn't they take these as well did the smell attract something and decided

a full grown man would be a better meal I saw no sign of the rifle only tracks in the dirt where my father made his last stand I felt sick because I realized he was coming towards the camp instead of the truck when he got snatched away he was either trying to save me or wanted to to use me as bait thinking the truck would be a better place to wait until the morning I started to look around trying to find a trail towards it I stopped when I heard a voice please not me help

it sounded so hurt and awful but I knew that was my father calling out for the first time in my life he was trying to reach me I abandoned the idea of the truck I foolishly turned away and went towards the the voice for hours I walked in those woods getting hopelessly lost I felt sick with fear anything could be in the dark and I only had a small flashlight to protect myself whatever took my father easily over power of a full grown man I didn't have a choice if it came across me I would

let my emotions take over and it might get me killed then again I was only a child back then so I shouldn't be too hard on myself please please The Voice came from close by very low and raspy but still my father's voice I had been walking for hours at that point my small body wasn't meant to move this much in the cold wet Darkness I knew a fever already coming and wasn't thinking clearly as I walked towards the voice I didn't even consider it it may be someone else aside from who I wanted to

find coming into a clearing I started to look around with my flashlight the small beam of light landed on something that made me choke on air someone killed a deer skinned it and hung it from a tree in the darkness that's what it looked like I knew what a skin deer looked like it's what my mind wanted to see the kale was so fresh blood still dri down onto the grass I couldn't stop myself from starting to take a shorter and shorter breath when a whisper of a thought came to my mind that the body

was in a deer that's not him I said out loud only to myself that's not him it's a deer it's a small deformed deer with small legs and able to stop myself I suddenly hunched over and threw up my meal from hours before mostly bile that stung my throat seeing such a sight in the dark made me completely snap instead of screaming I started to laugh on my knees Alone lost and scared beyond words weak Chuckles at first that turned into a cackling that soon turned into heavy sobs that locked up my chest it's not

him I was sobbing holding myself not being able to look at the body in front of me after getting another few glances between tears I saw how different the legs were compared to what deer legs should look like I only held on to some hope it was in my father skined and hanging from a tree because I had just heard him a few minutes before entering the clearing the kill was new but skinning took a while even if you knew what you were doing in the next few moments I saw why my Hope was unfounded

I forced myself to stop crying when I saw a pel face in the dark on the other end of the clearing the face looked at me through the trees just beyond the Skin Body I opened my mouth to ask for help but nothing came out aside from a croak to my horror the face came out of the trees with the rest of its Terri body I didn't understand what I was seeing even though the pale creature stood out in the darkness I wanted to believe I was still in my tent dreaming this entire thing the

monster was a thing of nightmares it was skinny so much so I could see every bone in its body it had arms so long they walked on its elbows the rest of its arms folding backwards sticking up above its head the same was for its legs it crawled on its knees legs pointed up towards the sky the pale thing saw me and human sunken eyes on a flat human shaped face standing up I thought I could run it was still a few feet away and judging from how deformed its body was I doubt it could

move very fast I only got to take a single step back when it raised an arm the rest of its arms snapped the head easily covering the distance of the clearing I assumed it couldn't reach more with its entire arm because it was bent back but I was mistaken Twisted fingers grabbed the front of my shirt I was dragged too in shock to do anything raising me up I met those horrible black eyes the smell of rotting breath nearly made me pass out I was so small and frail I could do nothing to fight against

this monster most likely my father was dead it would skin me and eat me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it the whole situation was so Bleak I surprised myself over what I did next I started to laugh again the monster's features Twisted in confusion I still Laughed Until tears came back to my eyes and that thing whatever it was copied me it laughed my own voice back towards me and we both ended up laughing until I physically couldn't any longer I wish I had an explanation of how I escaped from that creature

I was told later that I had been found on a hiking trail a week later nearly starved to death even after my body recover my mind didn't everyone assumed I had killed my father in those woods and the event just broke me I wish I could believe that and that the creature I had seen wasn't real I don't remember the two years after I had been found I ate and slept not doing much else one day I weakly laughed at a joke I overheard when the doctors found out I would react to any kind of

Comedy they were able to get me to laugh myself back to a new normal I remember seeing that monster in the woods then I I was with my mother and a new little sister no memories in between I haven't yet told her about that creature they found some rope with my father's blood on it however they didn't know where his body was or even how I got up into the tree to tie up that rope to start with the case was still open and would be for the rest of my life I do still want

to give a warning to everybody about that thing in the woods I'm sure it's still out there waiting I don't know why it let me go maybe it was thankful I had given it the perfect voice to draw in others towards it so if you ever go into the woods and you hear a child laughing don't go towards it that's actually the time to leave before it's too late in 1987 my family and I moved to Las Cruses New Mexico a nice place smaller than most cities but interesting the people there were kind at least

in the inner city in the neighborhood where my family had moved everyone was quiet and kept to themselves real quaint if you were the type of person who likes those kind of things for me I found it odd no one talked to my family or bothered to communicate while we were staying there it was like they were hiding some kind of secret but I did notice one thing no one came near the house at first I thought I understood why the house wasn't exactly in good shape if you know what I mean the walls outside

were rusted the grass outside was was tall and filled with bushes and the place looked like a dump but after a while I started to notice things people on the streets wouldn't come near the house at all they acted as if it was going to devour them or something kids on the street would point and stare and eventually after I started school I'll learned just why the people there were so afraid of our house you know that place is haunted that's the first thing someone said to me as I stepped into the school not even

a single hello or a welcome no I got nothing of that at first I was a bit confused what's haunted I said to the kid in front of me the one who decided to make that statement he didn't say anything he just turned around and started walking away I was a bit curious now I wonder if what that kid said was true or if it was just some kind of praying something to pull on the new kid but I was very wrong I now know school went on for a while and everything seemed fine my

father and mother were happy my sister she was happy as well but I noticed things started to happen to me I would wake up in the middle of the night with a heavy feeling on my chest it was as if something was laying on top of me or pressing against my body but when I opened my eyes nothing was there during those nights I swore I was being watched as if someone was stalking me there was this dark corner in my room that would appear every night it was the only part of my room that

was invisible during the night time it was from that corner that I felt something watching me as if someone was standing there but I was too afraid to ever go and check not to mention I was always very tired and I try to shrug it off and sleep until one night that is as I laid in bed that night I was having trouble sleeping as usual that heavy feeling on my chest had returned and it was getting hard for me to breathe I had this feeling of overwhelming fear but I didn't know why it was

like I was fearing for my dear life without any reason my eyes were open slight ly and as I gazed around the room I swore I saw the Shadows moving in the Moonlight zooming past my vision as if they were getting closer and closer eventually the Shadows formed into what appeared to be a man in a dark long cloak I then woke up fully I took a deep breath and I backed up against the wall behind my bed but after that I couldn't move it was like I was paralyzed or something whatever that thing was

that man was coming closer it sat down on my bed and it began to crawl towards me I saw its dark hands press against my covers the fingers resemble claws of some sword but that wasn't its most terrifying feature it had no face no eyes it was just darkness a living Shadow I was panicking now I kept coming closer closer and closer until it was in my face you know my parents always told me to pray when I felt scared that God would answer my prayers and protect me well he must have forgotten about me

this time because no amount of prayer whatsoever seemed to be helping this thing was in my face its hands were reaching out and just as it touched my face it spoke in the deepest darkest voice I had ever heard I couldn't make out what it said it was speaking in some kind of OD language but even if it spoke English I doubt I would have listened I was too scared too shaken up to pay attention this thing spoke to me for I don't know how long it's dark shadowy figure looming over me as it's trailed

its claw like finger across my cheek cutting into my skin slightly as some blood leaked down into my shirt I thought this was it I really thought I was going to die that night however I heard a knock at my door I was relieved in some ways but I was still scared that this thing was sitting on top of me and for all I knew it was about to eat or kill me or something after the third knock my mother walked into the room and she looked over at me she couldn't see anything I guess

she acted like I wasn't there as if I wasn't in my room maybe that thing on top of me blocked her view I really don't know but all hope was strained for my body at that very moment I figured this was it I was done for but in the blink of an eye I saw that thing get off me it walked back to the spot where it first formed and it began to change my mother had left the room by now but I was more focused on what this thing was turning into for a moment

it looked as if I was staring at into a silhouette of myself the creature the man this being whatever it was it then waved to me its still dark and shadowy body fading into a black mist I didn't stay in that room I got up I ran downstairs and I slept on the couch with every light on possible the next morning I awoke early before everyone else I packed some clothes small food and some extra cash that my father had left in a jar on top of the fridge I wrote a small note detailing what

happened on the counter in the kitchen then I left and I never looked back I was 17 at the time but mentally I felt much older I eventually crossed state lines going back to my home state of Texas where I got a job as a clerk and some crappy little convenience store on the south side of Dallas times were tough but I pushed pushed through to be honest I had been wanting to leave home for a long time I just needed a reason to do it and some up way I guess what happened was that

reason but looking back I never did hear from my family again I sent them letters pictures but nothing I never got anything back I figured they either forgot about me or they simply just didn't care it wasn't until recently that I began to research on what happened that night I had been having odd dreams lately it seemed that this strange heavy feeling on my chest had returned I didn't know why but I felt that if this thing was coming back for me I wanted to know what it was I then visit the local library but

I didn't find much interest the closest I came to anything was a old Navajo Legend called Yosi apparently it was a demonic Force or a person that would assume the shape of animals or people it seemed logical but I couldn't understand what such a thing would want with me I was scared I didn't sleep for 3 days straight until someone I hadn't seen in the very long time showed up at my door my mother she was happy to see me but she didn't seem that differ since when I last saw her now mind you I

hadn't seen her for 25 years I found it a bit odd that she still looks so young but I Shrugged it off I was happy to see her so very happy we talked for a while but something was off every time she looked at me I got this cold feeling in my body I felt as if I was staring at a different person and after a while I began to feel weak I was tired I hadn't slept for days so I just went up to my room before that however my mother was telling me how

my father left not long after I did and that he took my sister with her it was shocking but I didn't care so much I just wanted to sleep but as I lay down in my bed that feeling returned that very same feeling I hadn't felt in 25 years someone is watching me from the corner of my room I'm trying not to pay attention I'm simp going to turn over and close my eyes I'm not sure though if I'll make it through this night I don't know if anyone will ever find this but if you

do please find my family inform them of what happened here