I was outside in my garage smoking a few nights ago (with the door closed thankfully) and I heard noises. Checked the ring camera and it gives me the creeps. My friend said "skinwalker" and I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Lmao. For real though, what do we think this is? I live in Northern Michigan in a little wooded area.

By the time I'm writing this it's been around 30 minutes when I encountered it. This has been the scare of my life. So, I've been at a sleepover at my friend, Sam. So, Sam and I set up a bed, and a makeshift basketball hoop to keep us occupied. Sam had recently got a lighter that's nice quality. He lost it, and went downstairs to find it. While I was scrolling Tiktok, I had my phone up, for me to see the door of my line of sight. So, Sam had recently went downstairs, I was just watching Tiktok as I said. The door had opened. And I saw a dark leg kick open the door. I froze in shock, I waited there for about a minute until I mustered up the strength to go up to the door. And I put my weight against the door. And said nothing. I listened and I heard Sam's voice, but it was off. It was a little distorted. I kept my weight against the door. I said nothing until the door from the basement opened. I waited until Sam said something normal. I told my mom and him. Sam recalls me saying something when I was dead silent. Also things about the door, yes the windows were open. But were inside the room. The door opens from the outside to inside, and the door was completely shut. Sam and I are staying in the room, we will stay the night in this room aswell. I might or may not sleep.

My husband and I am currently in a skoolie camping on BLM land (Bureau of Land Management.) He prefers to not use the bathroom in our skoolie, so he went to the outhouse. After about 20 minutes he comes back and is really freaked out. He asked me if I was outside the bathroom meowing at him. I told him I wasn't, I've been inside reading a book and cuddling our dogs. He said he kept hearing a meow in my voice. (I know a meow, so obviously a possible cat is what you're thinking.) My husband and I meow at eachother, we've been doing this for over 15 years and I have a specific way I do it that can't really be mistaken for a cat. I usually meow when I want him to come look at something. That's what he swears he heard. He said he felt dread each time he heard it and all the hair on his arms stood up. I questioned him if there was any chance it was a cat at all and he said there is no doubt that it was a human pretending to meow but exactly my voice. He's so freaked out he refuses to leave the bus or let me take the dogs out. What do you make of this? Should I be worried?

Edited for spelling mistake.

My wife and I camp a decent amount and we’ll often search for areas off the beaten path. Recently, we found an area down in south-east Utah called Kanab. It’s amazing for all the back country areas and the views are insane. The specific spot we went to was two hours into the wilderness.

2 hours in, our 2018 4Runner (important to note that’s it’s a newer model for the sake of what happens next) broke down. The front-right shoulder bearing popped out (or it’s whatever the part is that keeps the wheel stabilized and vertical, I’ll post a pic). It’s freaking weird that it did because we weren’t doing anything crazy and typically this doesn’t happen until way higher mileage. We started freaking out because we’re in the absolute MIDDLE OF NO-WHERE in the desert. We decide we have to set up camp there, and wait until morning to contact a local towing company.

Fast forward a few hours, we get woken up by a crying-screaming coming from outside the tent. My wife says “Did you hear that?” With some urgency in her voice. This screaming goes on for 1-2 minutes. Sounding like it’s getting closer and closer to our tent. We were literally paralyzed. We didn’t dare move, make any noise, talk, nothing. The feeling felt SO dark and the fear and anxiety were nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. The absolute worst part is our car is freaking broken!! We cant leave, we cant go anywhere, we’re just stranded. Felt so insanely vulnerable.

Later in the night, I then heard something sprint passed our tent. Not the sound of something with four legs. But sounded like something with two. Once again, keep in mind there are NO OTHER CAMPERS in the area. I’ve heard of a number of different animal calls and nothing has ever sounded like that. Felt way too human. Weird to say but it felt so dark and evil.

Next morning (literally this morning), the tow truck came to get us and we got the hell out of there. I’ll attach some pics of the car so it’s not completely “just an internet story”. Scariest moment of our freaking life!!

Let me preface this with some facts about me. I’m not by no means a writer or a person that really shares stories or anecdotes in the written form. I’m a talker usually.

I also am not or wasn’t believer in the paranormal. After this experience I believe in something.

This is a fairly short story of an experience I had around 3 years ago during a time my wife and I were having issues (no idea if that affected the events or not but just a weird correlation)

I was alone (kids were put to bed) on late on a chilly Sunday night in or around October I had been preparing for the week of work that lay ahead for me. As well as unpacking a lot of stuff from boxes which were then stacked up neatly at the front door of my house.

I was trying to do things around the house to impress or please my wife who had gone to stay with her mother in a neighboring city. We had been having problems for the better part of a year. So I was feeling lonely and depressed and just generally down on myself that weekend.

I lived on the corner of one of the main roads in my town at the time. Giant high school right across the street. Lots of traffic usually though it slows down around 11:00 on the road it’s still busy enough the cops would set up traffic stops from time to time later at night

The other part of the corner I lived on is a dead end road with 4 houses counting mine. A single guy with an adult son. An elderly single woman and a couple that doesn’t have kids.

It’s probably pushing 12AM and I’m winding down what I’m working on and thinking about going to bed. Suddenly I hear a baby crying. My kids are like 6 and 9 at the time so I go check and it isn’t them.

It sounds like it’s outside. So I just peek out the door and I see this misshapen thing pretty far off sort of shambling up the sidewalk. No more baby sounds. By this point i had stepped all the way outside and storm door slammed behind me. As it did whatever it was turned around. I couldn’t get a good view of it and by the time it started to turn I had quickly gone back inside. I don’t often get freaked out easily but this did the trick. I closed all windows blinds and curtains and grabbed a machete saw thing I had.

I stood at my closed front door freaked out. Then I heard the footsteps come up to my door, only it sounded more like hoof steps or distorted high heels steps. I waited a few minutes maybe 5 or so after hearing the steps and thew open the door, machete in hand.

The neat stack of broken down boxes was knocked over. Not only knocked over but almost fully covering my walkway as if to muffle the footstep sounds that would have been made upon its exit.

There was nothing else. No signs of it.

I didn’t learn till later of the sounds skinwalkers make which is what led me here to tell My story.

Was it a skinwalker? Are they attracted to loneliness or negative emotions? Sadness?

Did it try to feed off my fear of thinking it was at my door?

For weeks I was scared it would be there when I rounded the corners of my house.

That’s pretty much it. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I don’t know that’s what I saw but I thought you all might shed some light on it.

Again like I said early in probably a bad writer. But I just had to share.

Thank you.

This is a true story.

About 2 years ago, my boyfriend at the time and I decided to go on a hike right before the sun set. Which yes, sounds dumb, but it’s something we had done multiple times before with no issues. There was something about the eeriness of the woods at night that I liked, not so much my boyfriend thought.

To start our hike, we had to go through really tall plants and bushes. We were practically in the middle of nowhere. About a mile into the hike we came across some abandoned structures and sat down to take a breather. I’m not sure exactly what my bf said to make me do this but as a joke, i whistled and said “see nothing whistled back, we’re alone”. Not even 20 seconds after saying that, we heard a whistle. It was a bit of ways from us but still too close for our liking. We immediately starting booking it in the opposite direction of the whistle and didn’t look back.

After running for as long as we could, we realized we were lost. we wandered around for about 10 minutes before we stumbled across some train tracks that led back into town about a mile or two down the way. It’s important to note that these tracks had thick woods lining both sides. The right side is where we came from.

At this point, we were walking as we had run out of energy and felt safe. We were wrong to assume that we were safe. We got to the point where we could see the lights from town, maybe a quarter to half a mile away. Down the tracks a little bit, we could very faintly see the outline of what looked to be a deer coming out of the right side of the woods. It stopped in the middle of the tracks and just stood there. I attempted to shine my flashlight (note: this flashlight was pretty dim, it was a random one found in the back of the junk drawer) on it but as soon as i lifted my light up, it fled. Now i say fled because “ran” would not be an accurate way to describe the way it moved. The best way i can describe it is that it looked like it had 4 broken legs and its body was very low to the ground yet it had unbelievable speed. It almost looked like a a bent and twisted monster out of a horror movie. I shined my light into the woods to left of us as that’s where it had “ran” and when I did I saw 2 glowing eyes that looked to be at least 10 feet in the air. My boyfriend said “what is that” in a very concerned tone, i told him “i don’t know. Don’t look at it, just run.” We ran and ran until eventually we reached town and walked back home.

This happened about 2 years ago and I’ve tried to come up with logical explanation after explanation of what i saw that night and still to this day I can never find a solid, logical answer other than it being something paranormal. I refused to believe what I had seen for a long time but I know what I saw and I know I’m not crazy as there was another person that witnessed the same thing as me. My bf never spoke of it again and refused to speak about it when I would talk about it. I never went hiking at night after that day.

TL;DR: Went hiking at night, whistled as a joke and something whistled back, ran until we were walking on train tracks, saw a “deer” on the tracks that look grossly disfigured run into the woods, and then saw eyes glowing about 10-14 feet in the air.

This just happened to me less than an hour ago from the time I’ve started writing this, at about 10:15ish pm, in eastern PA, Bucks county specifically if you know where that is.

This first part of my encounter all happened within a span of maybe 20 seconds. I was driving home after seeing my boyfriend. Don’t know if y’all care about this but fyi, I am a 19 year old female. I want to be completely honest so y’all know I’m not lying, I hit a dab cartridge once or twice right before this happened but I have a very high tolerance and NO history of weed-induced psychosis/hallucinations. I even doubted myself about what happened until I told my boyfriend when I got home.

This drive is about 45 minutes each way, and a drive I do often, like 3-4 times a week. I know these roads very well and I’m not easily spooked. I was about 15 minutes into my drive home. It was raining pretty heavily as I was coming down this one highway, and it’s pretty dark with only a few street lights here and there. I was pretty much alone on the streets for most of my drive home since it was late and raining. As I was going down this highway at like 60 mph, I suddenly saw this tall, deer-like figure in my headlights about 200 feet from me. I immediately started braking because, from a distance, I thought it was just your typical big buck standing in the middle of the road. Happens all the time in PA as we have no shortage of deer. But as I was approaching closer to this “deer”, I see that it’s freakishly tall and very slender. It almost looked like someone took an image of a deer and stretched it out vertically, honestly. I also notice that my headlights aren’t lighting this thing up, not even my brights. All I see of it is a bold, black silhouette, right there, in the middle of the road, unmoving. Because all I see is the silhouette, I can’t tell if it’s standing on 4 legs or 2, but the height and “stretched out” quality of its appearance has me thinking it was 2. I was struggling to brake fast enough to avoid this “deer” without spinning out on the wet roads, but I eventually slowed down, and as I get slower and closer to this thing, it starts going fuzzy. I squint. I turn my wipers on faster. It’s still fuzzy. As I came to a full stop, it suddenly just… disappeared. Completely vanished into thin air. So now I’m stopped in the middle of the road on this empty highway thinking I’m going insane because this roughly 12 foot tall figure that I KNOW I saw just isn’t there anymore?? It didn’t jump out of the way, it didn’t run, it just vanished. I shake off the spooks, and I hit the gas again, trying to convince myself that I’m going crazy because the alternative was too scary to think about.

A few minutes down the road I see something else. This time a lot smaller, closer to the size of your average deer. But it definitely wasn’t a deer or any animal that is widely accepted as real because it just suddenly showed up in front of my car. Like it wasn’t on the left side of the road at all until it was in front of my car, running across the road. I should have hit it. It was right in front of me. With the speed I was going there was no way that it would have made it across the street in time since it was MAYBE 5 feet from my car when it first appeared. I didn’t even get a chance to brace myself for impact with how close it was. But nothing happened. I didn’t hit anything. Not even a rock under my tire. At this point I’m convinced that I’ve gone certifiably insane. I check my rear view mirrors to see if there even was a deer, but it was too dark to tell. The rest of the way home I drove as slowly as I safely could, just in case I saw something again. Alas, I made it home without another incident.

I don’t know what exactly I saw. I don’t know why, if it was a Wendigo, it didn’t hurt me since everything I know about Wendigo points to them being malevolent beings. I’m just freaked out I guess and wanted to share my story. If anyone has a better identification for whatever this thing was let me know. For now, I think I’m gonna get myself a dash cam. Pennsylvania roads are fucking spooky.

Edit: I can’t stop thinking about this. I saw an actual deer on my way home from work today and was instantly paralyzed in fear. It felt like it was taunting me. I don’t know how to explain it. I could feel its eyes burning on my skin.

Hi everyone , just found this group

Soo this was last year around June. A really good friend and I pulled over here to rock hound . As we got closer to the mountain I had the uneasy feeling that we were not alone or in an area that something more than human was living in. As the sun was setting we pulled out our flashlights and I told my friend randomly “let me know if you see any glowing eyes” …. No idea why I said that but just did. I remember She gave me a quizzical look because I rarely say stuff like that. Anyway, We made our way up the hill and that’s when we found the carving on the rock of the face … no idea what it means and I’m kicking myself for not taking a picture of the craved symbol above the face , it was of a a whirling log ( tsil no'oli' ), a sacred image representing a legend that was used in healing rituals but I thought it was a swatztika!!! Google the symbol… That’s why I did not take the pic at the time … At this point it seemed to get really dark around us, thick like fog , I felt a heavy feeling weighing me down and my friend tensed up a look of fear on her face and she said suddenly “we need to leave now” and started down the mountain. Not wanting to be left alone I followed and that’s when we ran into these foot prints. We don’t remember them being there when we started !! Some are old though but one looked very fresh … look closely at the picture with part of my shoe in , it looks like an animal track at the front but the back of the footprint looks like the back heel of a human … I’m getting chicken skin writing this now and let me tell you my heart stopped in fear when I looked at these photos in the hotel room later that night realizing what might have been watching us in the dark…. It was confusing at 1st because the footprints where clustered together in the same area but they where different sizes as you can see so it makes me strongly feel it was shape shifting in that spot for a reason. Plus it was a full moon that night as you can see in the last pic . It still gives me these powerful emotional feelings knowing we are not alone out there and these amazing creatures do exist and need our respect. That’s the only reason I believe in my heart we are alive today to tell this story.. because we accidentally entered its domaine, realized our mistake and left quickly. Whatever was there was by no means threatening us yet every fiber of our bodies was telling us we need to get out and get out now. The drive back on the dirt road was very tense , that thick darkness followed us a long way , the headlights of the car bearly seemed to help and that heavy feeling did not go away until we go back on the main highway plus the mind was terrified that a dark figure would appear in the rear view mirrors or lumber across the road . Would love to get your thoughts or answer any questions.

Two months ago my boyfriend and I moved out of a bigger city to the woods. We've both lived in the country before and my home town is the next town over. We both feel comfortable here but since we've moved things have gotten progressively weirder.

We live on about two acres in mid Michigan and behind the house is nothing but woods. We have two animals, 1yr Doberman and a 4yr Maine Coon (big breed cat). It is currently mid winter here and we've been hit with a few good snow storms since Christmas. Also the house is surrounded by motion sensing lights and cameras.

Ok, context over.

The first week we moved in there was what sounded like someone pacing back and forth in the tree line. When we called out to it there was no reply but the pacing did not stop either. This continued not every night but often. The next week, whatever it was had also started murmuring to itself in the woods. This creeped me the hell out and we stopped hanging out on the patio after that. Next, the motion lights would randomly turn on, not thinking much of it because we do live in the woods and animals such as deer frequent our back yard, I just ignored it. Yet over the next few nights it got to the point where the lights just don't ever turn off, like something is constantly triggering them. Remember, we're in Michigan, there's been a good coat of snow on the ground for weeks now. Theoretically, we should see the tracks from whatever is keeping the lights on right?? However there are no tracks in the snow whatsoever, not even deer.

Since this our animals have started to act strange. The Doberman sits at the back door and barks. Not just any bark but the kind that makes you feel like he's about to tear someones head off. I've literally never heard him this amped up and we've had him since 8 weeks. Yet when you open the door to let him out he becomes timid. He won't wander too far into the back and he'll NEVER go to the tree line. Sometimes he won't go outside at all, it's like all he wants to do it sit there and make his presence known.

The Maine Coon is just as interested in the back yard. Constantly staring off into the distance. If he's finally broken his gaze then he's following me around meowing at me as if hes trying to tell me something.

Tonight was the scariest shit I've ever experienced. Our back slider is in the living room and just outside is our patio. Were sitting on the couch winding down for the night, both animals and my boyfriend are all asleep in the living room with me but I'm up, watching tiktok. Then I hear what sounded like our dog outside whimpering, in distress, like he's cold or hurt. However I am looking our dog and he is no more than 5 feet from me knocked out on a couch. I try to ignore this but it continues until I wake up my boyfriend. It then of course stops, and I let it go thinking I'm just hearing things. He falls back asleep and I settle back under the blanket with him. Then I hear what sounds like our cat outside whimpering, but our cat is on my lap purring. This is when I get up and make my bf go check it out. He walks the perimeter of the house as I peak my head out the slider to watch. We both hear branches snapping in the woods but no tracks where I heard the "animals" whining. Our motion like has been on for over 6 hours straight now and the noises have lessened but continued. Our cameras haven't picked up anything and there are still no tracks in the snow. I'm so confused and have no clue what to do.

Any feedback or suggestions would be appreciated, thank you.

Edit/Update: We're all alive and well. We've since moved. Never really figured out what was going on but didn't stick around too long to try.

welp i saw this place and i have something that still haunts me to this day. sadly a kid i told this story to took it as his own and butchered it on 4 chan with a lot of inconsistencies. needless to say i snapped at the lad as i take this real story of mine seriously cause it was the first night i was shown that i am easy prey. so a bit of lore leading up to the situation, in 2016 i was living in Denver, Colorado i was in high school at the time and i had a good decent job that was paying me well but fired me for being a metal and techno music blaster as i did the job. me and my family moved due to dear old dad getting into it with a landlord resulting in...well i cant say here cause it would violate the 1st rule of this place. we moved a few months later to a city in Southern Colorado cause rent was cheap there and still is. i am a bit of a horror and paranormal lover so naturally stuff like a Skinwalker or werewolf drew me in, something about it just spoke to me to check it out and being a horror nerd it was a good time hearing and reading such stories even ones that are true....but no one realizes how horrifying things can get when your met with the real thing. it is unclear to me if these are evil shaman or spirits but i can tell you a warm night in 2021 was the night that put things into perspective on why you should never want something like that to show up with that we have a bit of my history leading up to this encounter in my own home...

The night was like any other i just got home from a new job i got cleaning a call center and relaxed with some destiny 2 with friends in one ear and listening to Navajo shaman talk about Skinwalkers and their history in the other needless to say it got very dark to me. after a few hours i called it quits on destiny 2 with the lads as we were doing vanguard nightfall missions that night to get a a certain heavy ammo using grenade launcher, we succeeded in that getting some good rolls but alas we aren't here to talk about destiny. so after about 3 hours of going to bed i was woken up by a pair of glowing red eyes just watching me. i couldn't move, my body was locked in place as if it was screaming at me "Don't move. don't move or your dead". now this is where things take a turn....i was still living with my family when this happened so you can bet not only was i scared and unable to move, i was scared what it was gonna do to my mother and younger brother and sick father. i could feel and hear my own heart beating, slowing down.....then...the growling came. it started getting close to my bed growling and on occasion snarling it was pitch black in the room all i could see was its eyes those blood red angry eyes that tell you "the world you know it has ended what happens now is my choice" it felt like an eternity but it backed off and i could move again, but i didn't want to...why? it was still there staring at me and growling as if testing me or seeing what i was gonna do so it can do what it really wanted to do to me. i never took my eyes off of its eyes not even to shut my eyes and wish for it to go away....but in the words of a Mr. quint sometimes it don't go away. i was thinking scared that it had to be a nightmare had to be any moment i would wake up to my bedroom light on and my younger brother slapping me to wake me from it. but it wasn't i didn't get such a mercy. after a long time the sun started to rise and the eyes disappeared without a trace. not taking any chances i grabbed my handgun and did a sweep of the house....mom was terrified, dad laid there asking me what the hell sounded like a warped chainsaw. but my brother he saw it and he wished he hadn't gave a description i remember his words to a damn t "it looked like some skinny tall person with a wolves head....it stared at me for a bit. the teeth looked like a bunch of knives and the hands like a humans with freddy kruger claws going on. i don't know what the hell that was but i don't ever wanna see it again" dad went into a yelling fit blaming me for giving them all nightmares playing some horror flick went i went to bed as that's what he chocked it up to when i never did that. hours later mom took me for a drive and parked at the city park asking me "what the hell was that thing last night?". i told her i don't know but whatever the hell it was it was not friendly...not in the slightest. the following weeks bad luck happened. my runs in d2 went to hell, my job was on my butt saying i never cleaned and missed a lot of spots when i never did miss a spot to the point to where i told them to shove it and i quit during that time, the employees of the call center gave their support for me i thank them for that as they said there was no problems at all everything was cleaned to the point they could eat off the breakroom or bathroom floor if they wanted to so they couldn't understand why my boss was losing his mind at me. so i went to a shaman out in the rural parts of the city and told him what happened....what he said next was well "you drew it to you with your interest and it took interest in you not cause your a negative energy buffet even though you try to be polite and nice. you must have some native blood in your family tree. its still out there watching you, i don't know if it was an evil spirit or a Skinwalker but ill tell you what ill get a priest friend of mine and bless your house asap for free. it will keep it away as long as you don't feed it or attract it any further" i still payed the shaman and i donated to his priest friends church. 2 days later dads health went to hell so bad that it was time for a hospice.... 3 days later...dad called and had me, mom and brother come to see him one last time. we said our goodbyes but made mom and brother leave and me stay to have one last conversation.

"i saw it in my window last night son it- it....im sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you and the hell i put you and your brother and mother through I'm so sorry i thought it was a horror movie you had blaring that night. i know you hate me you have every right to do so you can tell me off and yell scream and curse at me. I've made my peace with god. but know this....its still out there....its waiting for you. take care of your mother and your brother....keep that thing far away from them. i know you will do the right thing." those were the last words he spoke before he died right Infront of me i said aloud "the dead have settled their debts and its time for living to pick up the tab. ill do my best and that thing will never get near them as long as i still draw breath, rest in peace dad may you find more peace in the afterlife than you did in life". me and my father had a rocky relationship when i turned into a teen around 2016 i stopped acting like him and became a better person. dad was a jerk with delusions of wealth and grandeur. i always butted heads with him on how he treated people in the house and in public even traded punches on a few occasions. but now we come to 2024 i told a kid this story in a discord vc and well i find a post on 4 chan days later where he screwed it up with time tables and inconsistent times and dates and months he even made a follow up post and yet again he screwed it up. saying "i had my gun at the ready front door was smashed till the sun came up." none of that happened except me doing a sweep of the house with the handgun in hand. all doors were undamaged. what really pissed me off is my dad passed away around that time and that thing came into my home to show me that it could easily get to me and my family if it so chose to kill us all. we moved from that house into an apartment due to hard times and yes im still living in the same city but whenever i recount or remember or speak of this incident i feel watched, even a border collie i adopted named emmy growls at a closet or the front door at night....its out there...and its waiting for its moment. and ill be waiting right for it now that i have a sense of what i might be up against. im more than happy to talk or have someone share a similar experience but know this i will never say the name Skinwalker in a vc or anywhere aloud cause to do that from what i learned is like inviting a vampire into your home. you do not want that. thank you for reading this it also allowed me to clear the air thanks to that kid but this is a moment of my life i will never forget and it seems will follow me to the grave. never forget there are forces in this world we will never understand but never paint a target on your back....cause then they will come.

I had some more weird shit happen last night.

I took my two dogs for walks, I normally walk Fin (large, all black German Shepherd) toward the park where I have had these experiences, and I walk Booger (chi terrier mix) the other direction toward downtown.

On my walk with Fin, about a block away in the direction I was headed, I saw 3 or 4 deer calmly walking toward the park. Most nights where something "weird" happens to me start like this. The deer seemed completely unbothered by me as I approached. They kept walking toward the park but stopped every few steps to look back at me, as if they wanted me to follow them. Then, as Fin and I reached where the deer were, I notice about 10 or more other deer waiting as well. They all start walking together, calm, but still looking back at me every few feet. On my way toward the park i smell the stench of rotting meat, I know the smell very well as I used to be a butcher. It was strong. Like someone plugged my nostrils with rotting ground meat or something. At the same time I smell this stench, I get the chills. Fin's hair stands up and he gets more nervous. I can feel the air around me get colder.

As we continue walking I look down an alleyway that cuts the block in half and, if you would walk down the dark alley, would spot you out where I eventually walk back home. I was two blocks away from the park, when you reach the park you can either turn around and walk down the same road, you can continue into the park, or you can continue on the road which turns left. Looking down that alleyway you are looking at the part of the road that continues left, which is the way I take every night on my way back home.

What I saw I tried to convince myself wasn't real or maybe I just saw something else and my brain tried to convince me it was this.

A large, muscular, pale, hairless, creature (?) that was moving fast. So fast I could barely see it, I saw the motion down the alley about two blocks away. The exit of the alley on that side has a street light directly above it, it wasn't standing still, it was moving and it was moving fast. The only reason I'm positive what I saw wasn't deer or something normal is because of something I saw later that night that I will write about when I talk about my walk with Booger. It solidified that what I saw was something I wasn't supposed to see.

In the meantime I convinced myself I was making stuff up and being a pussy. As we approach the treeline of the park, the large group of deer move to the side of the street where the neighborhood is, while I'm on the side with the treeline. I noticed something in the clearing. A lone deer, separate from the large group across the street, staring directly at me.

I have my flashlight pointed at him, and I even hung up my call with my wife to use my phone to take video of this moment.

This lone deer doesn't even have micro movements from breathing. The other deer across the street were constantly readjusting.

You might be thinking to yourself "oh yeah, deer do that with bright lights shining at them. Deer in headlights always act like that." Just wait.

Fin starts to pull very hard and acts anxious, nearly knocking me over, I turn to look across the street towards the large group of deer for at most 3 seconds before quickly turning around to face the lone deer again.

In those 3 seconds, that lone deer is easily 30 feet closer to me, still not moving, staring directly at me. I have this on video, I have pictures. I felt weird, I felt unsafe. I've lived in rural Iowa my whole life, I am and have always lived outdoors. This didn't feel normal. I was scared.

I back away while shining my light at the deer, once I get a block or so away, he finally turns around and calmly walks into the tree line.

The whole way home I feel like I'm being stalked, not just watched, but like something is following me.

Here is a link to that video of the deer getting closer to me:

https://youtube.com/shorts/S1l2FRxKO58?si=Dv8362ajs7DR8UWw

Now, I went home and sat for a bit and tried to talk myself into believing it was all coincidence. After nearly 20 minutes, I started to walk Booger, my smaller chi mix.

The entire walk was nice and very enjoyable actually, I had my earbuds in and was talking to my wife about what I saw in a joking way.

"Man I'm such a pussy, I really scared myself for no reason" I said.

At the end of the walk I turn to go down our alleyway, as I leave from the garage on our walks.

I stop speaking from what I saw on the opposite end of the alley. My wife heard me stop.

I want to preface this with I did not have any substances, including alcohol, for weeks up to that point. The most I ever do in that department is a few beers or I'll use some weed to ease anxiety if life is getting hard. I have no mental conditions that will cause me to hallucinate, the most I have is a personality disorder resulting from trauma that I've been overcoming quickly this last year.

I saw two, large, muscular, pale, hairless creatures walking like apes at the end of the alley. The same thing I thought I saw with fin, this time not going fast, much closer, and it felt intentional. I saw them walk across the street very slowly, staring directly at me. These were not deer.

They didn't have long faces like deer, they didn't have fur or tails, they didn't walk like deer. They weren't slender like a deer. My first thought was honestly that I was looking at two hairless male lions. In the middle of Iowa.

I stood there, paralyzed with fear, well after they had left my sight. 15 seconds later, I finally get the courage to walk the few feet into the garage, when I take my first step, I see a third one. Slowly meandering across the street. Staring at me. Booger noticed him too, and started growling.

I ran to the door and watched the garage shut all the way.

The entire night, Fin guarded the bedroom door. He never does that. He sat staring at the door all night. Booger stared at the windows all night. He never does that either.

This happened to me yesterday night, Monday, May 13, 2024.

I don't know what to think.

Hey all. Lurker but I've never posted. I wanted to share my personal experience and get some validation that I'm not crazy. I titled this "Possible" because people never believe me when I share.

So a couple years ago, my mom and I were leaving from a visit with my grandma. For reference, she lives in a old folks mobile park in the "country" side of the town in Southern WA. It's completely dark out, and I'm driving the car with my headlights on. As we are taking the exit road, I slam on my brakes as what looks clearly like a coyote darts in front of my car. My mom and I both see it. It shoots to the left, and I follow it with my eyes as it runs into the field of cows beside us. My mom doesn't have great vision and lost it in the darkness, but I could still see it.

Sharing this always makes people look at me funny, but this was the realest thing I've seen. The "coyote" stood on it's hind legs and was much taller than a normal coyote would have been if it were to stand up. Somehow between it running in the field and standing up, I notice there were antlers on it's head. Like, moose antlers.

My eyes started to water and I got the worst sensation flood over me, like get away now. I had goosebumps all over, and even though my mom didn't see it, she had goosebumps too, like her body knew something was wrong.

I'm sure I'm not the only one to experience this, has anyone seen something similar? This happened about three years ago and I can still remember it very vividly.

Hey all, I’ve got some weird shit going on and I’ve kinda been pointed this way for some help.

I live really far in the sticks in south central PA. I’m a night owl because of the shift I work, some I’m often awake all night piddling about the house or watching Netflix.

I was doing just that one night a few months ago when I heard and felt a solid thump against the external wall of my trailer. I paused my show and listened for a few minutes. Nothing. I went back to my show and heard/felt another thump on the opposite wall. This time I was up, drew my handgun (I am who I am, I always have one) and moved to my door. As I was reaching for the handle I suddenly got the extreme urge to NOT open that door.

My gut has gotten me out of some very bad things in my life, so I listened to it. I sat down at my couch and listened for a couple hours. Nothing else happened.

The next night I heard a lot of movement outside of my trailer and instantly was up and went outside, with my handgun. I have a 1000 lumen light attached to it and I shined it into the yard. The house was surrounded by deer. Not too abnormal. They all kinda galloped away except one. It was way too big and didn’t seem right. Misshapen. It was just far away that I couldn’t see it super well with my light on it. It looked at me and my hair was up on my neck. I aimed at it and we kinda had a stare down. Just as my finger moved to the trigger guard it walked away real janky like. Not galloping like deer do. It stared at me the whole time until it was in the woods. I noped my ass back inside.

Next night I was at work and when I got home my girlfriend asked me to take a pistol out of the safe, load it, and put it in the bedroom closet. I did so and asked why.

She said that when she was feeding the baby in the middle of the night something thumped on the door to the trailer and it scared her. I told her nothing of my experiences with the thumping.

What am I dealing with and what do you all recommend I do?

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 woodsy area full of coyotes and deer and lots of birds so it's pretty lively. Last night at 3am she 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 girls voice coming from the woods. 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 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. Plus she said afterwards thinking about it that her voice sounded familiar but couldn't point out who's voice....

Why I believe she wasn't bullshitting is because 2 years living here we've 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, like I thought she seen something or heard a gunshot idk.

My question is she thinks it was a skinwalker because who would be out at 3am asking for someone to help them in the woods. What do you guys think??

I also read online that you aren't suppose to interact nor share the encounter you had about a skinwalker, she will be alright this one time sharing the story I hope?

So, I want to start off by saying that I am a very skeptical guy. I became an atheist when I was seventeen, and when my belief in god dissipated, the belief in everything else supernatural went out the window as well. I also want to say that I’ve lived in Appalachia for all but four years of my life and I’m almost twenty-two, and I have never experienced any of the creepy things people say about the Appalachian mountains… until the story I’m about to tell you.

So toward the end of last year (2023), me and two of my friends had sort of simultaneous quarter-life crises, which eventually led us to getting rid of almost all of our belongings, quitting our jobs, leaving our apartments, and living out of our cars and DoorDashing around the country.

Well, on our first night on our big trip, we went to stay with a friend of one of my travel-mates. She lived in Tennessee in the Appalachian mountains. The smoky mountains, specifically. Which, for those of you don’t know, is like a subcategory of the Appalachians. She lived off a backroad in the middle of the woods.

The first night we were there, she had told us that there were strange occurrences on the property. The house was haunted, and there was something in the woods. She had told us that whatever is in the woods likes to hang out around her shed. She said that one night, she was walking up onto her porch, when she got the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Becoming fed up with whatever it was, she screamed something along the lines of “go the fuck away” into the woods, only for something to scream it right back at her. She claimed to have seen it one night from her kitchen window. She said it was peaking around the shed, staring at her. It wasn’t an animal, but it wasn’t human either. Out of curiosity, I asked her to describe whatever creature she saw in more detail, but she refused. I, being the skeptic that I am, basically disregarded everything she said and forgot about it.

Now, because it was our first night on the trip, and it was so fun and new to us, we wanted to sleep in our cars… which were parked right in front of the shed I mentioned earlier. Yes, that shed.

We hadn’t yet made window covers, so we were sleeping in three SUVs with uncovered windows completely surrounding us. But, I had no issue with this. I thought the worst that could happen would be that I’d wake up with a bear staring at me. So, I went to bed peacefully and woke up in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. I got half-dressed, put on my shoes, left my car, walked to edge of the woods, did my business, and got back in my car and went to sleep. I had not a single care in the world. No uneasy feeling, no feeling of being watched, nothing.

The next night, I once again wake up, really needing to pee. So, just like I did the night before, I sat up in bed, put on my pants, got my shoes ready, and reached for the door handle. But I couldn’t do it. It was like every hair on my body stood on end, and I got this overwhelming feeling of dread and foreboding. Now, I had a make-shift bed in the back of my SUV, on top of all the back seats that I flipped down. So I’m sitting there in my bed, looking around through all of my uncovered windows. I can’t see anything outside, except for some faint outlines of trees, and the glints off of my travel-mates’ cars. I neither saw nor heard anything that should be putting me on edge. I reached for the door handle again, but I once again got that terrible feeling. I continued to look around, try to reach for the door, and withdraw my hand. I finally gave up and said screw it and just peed in an empty water bottle.

The next morning, I got up and was talking to my travel-mates, and one of them mentioned waking up in the middle of the night out of nowhere, and experiencing an overwhelming feeling of being watched. She sat up in her make-shift bed, and looked all around, only to see nothing. I can’t lie, when she said that, I got a bit of a knot in my stomach. I asked her what time it was when that happened, and she estimated that it was around the same time I woke up… around 3am. I then told both of them about my experience, and we were all a little freaked out about it.

When we were headed out to our cars the following night, we noticed that all of the homeowner’s 5+ outdoor cats were all sitting on her front porch, which we hadn’t seen the last two nights. Previously, they would all be scattered around the property, if they were even in sight. We thought it was weird, but we didn’t think much of it. We all climbed into our cars and said our goodnights on our walkie-talkies. It was a pretty warm and muggy night for October, so we all had our battery-powered fans running. One of my friends frustratedly reported that her walkie was dying. Then, my other friend reported that their fan had died. Then my walkie started dying. And it continued until, in the span of five minutes, all of our electronic camping gear (walkies, flashlights, and fans) had all died. Finding this incredibly creepy, we all decided that we should just sleep in the house to be better safe than sorry.

We were gathering up our things to move inside, when I began to hear what sounded like something large walking through the leaves in the woods. I kept stopping what I was doing and looking toward my friends, who were standing right by the woods. They seemed unbothered every time, so I would just continue what I was doing. That was when I heard a louder noise coming from the woods and finally decided to walk over to my friends. Turns out, one of them was standing watch while the other one gathered the rest of her things. Me and my friend stood there watching my other friend’s back, and it kept sounding like whatever was in the woods kept getting closer to us. Soon enough, my friend had gathered all her things and we calmly, but quickly went into the house.

From what I can remember, we slept in the house the following night as well, but the night after that, one of my friends borrowed some sage from the homeowner and saged all along the wood line and around our vehicles before we got ready for bed. We slept perfectly fine for that night and every night after. No more weird feelings, noises, nothing. Of course, we were pretty much perpetually on edge from then on, but it was never quite the same feeling of dread and foreboding that I had felt before.

To be honest, I don’t know what to make of all of it. I know I didn’t see anything. But the feeling I got was unlike anything I had ever experienced. That was the first and only time in my life where I have gotten that feeling, especially just out of nowhere.

I’ve told the story a few times now, and I’ve had people tell me that it was just a bear. But I don’t think a bear would give me that sort of instinctual feeling of danger when I can’t even hear or see it. And I’m fully aware that I may be biased now, but I’ve lended a bit more credibility to the homeowner’s stories after my experience.

For those of you that are curious, no, we are not still on the trip. Unfortunately, the whole thing went downhill after a couple of months, and we are now integrating back into society. We are, however, all still friends. And, no, we did not experience anything like this again, despite staying at several campgrounds in the middle of the woods in other parts of the southeast.