I've been living in this house for about 10 years now.
And I've always felt like I was being watched, I've never seen
anything, but I can just feel it.
It's like there's someone out there in the woods, just waiting
for me to make a mistake. It started a few months ago, I
was walking home from work late, one night, and I saw a figure
standing in the shadows of the trees, I couldn't make out any
details, but I could tell it was a man.
He just stood there watching me as I walked by.
I tried to forget about it. But I couldn't, I started having
nightmares about the man in the woods and my dreams.
He would chase me through the trees, his face hidden in the
shadows. I would always wake up before he
caught me, but I could still feel his breath on my neck.
I started to avoid going outside at night.
I would stay inside and watch TV or read a book.
Anything to keep my mind off of the man in the woods, but I knew
he was still out there. Waiting for me.
One night, I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning in
bed. Trying to get settled, I finally
gave up and got out of bed. I went to the kitchen to get a
glass of water, as I was standing in the kitchen.
I heard a noise outside. I went to the window and looked
out. I couldn't see anything, but I
could hear the sound of someone moving through the trees.
I froze. I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to call the police, but I was afraid that if I made a
sound, the man would hear me. I stood there for a few minutes.
Just listening, the sound of movement.
Mint in the tree stopped, I waited a few more minutes and
then I went back to bed. I didn't sleep.
Well, that night, I kept thinking about the man in the
woods. I was afraid that he was after
me. The next day, I went to the
police, I told them about the man in the woods, but they
didn't believe me. They said that, there was no one
in the woods and that I was just imagining things.
I know what I saw and I know what I heard.
I'm not crazy. The man in the woods is real and
he's out there waiting. For me, I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid to go outside and I'm afraid to stay inside.
I'm afraid for my life. I decided to set a trap for the
man in the woods. I went to the hardware store and
bought a motion sensor light. And a camera, I set up the light
and Camera in the woods behind my house.
That night, I waited, I sat in my living room, watching TV and
waiting for the motion sensor light to go off about an hour
after I went to bed the motion sensor It went off.
I jumped up and ran to the window.
I looked out and I saw the man in the woods, you were standing
in the light. Looking at my house, I took a
picture of the man with my phone.
I then called the police and told them what I had seen.
The police came and took the picture.
They said that they would investigate but I haven't heard
anything from them. Since I'm still afraid, I don't
know if the man in the woods is still out there but I'm not
taking any chances. I've bought a weapon and I'm not
afraid to use it. I'm just trying to live my life
but I know that the man in the woods is out there somewhere and
I know that he's watching me. It was two weeks ago, Tom and I
went up Tim's Hill and the memories still.
Got me more messed up than a Central Park Squirrel.
I got into wild camping when I was a kid, I'm in my mid-30s
now, and my passion for the outdoors has not diminished in
the slightest, neither has my friend Tom's whom I've known
since childhood. We've spent many Summers,
exploring the vast Wilderness of Wisconsin together.
Tom had taken a break for a few years, but since he was back in
town, after trying and failing to set up roots and New York was
itching to get out to the mountains.
It's not the most dangerous hobby, for sure, but it comes
with risks enough to make it always feel like an adventure,
you know, we'd encountered, our fair share of bears Bobcats and
even a cougar, both me and Tom had broke bones falling.
We'd even done a couple of minimal provision roughing.
It trips point being when I say there was nothing we could have
done differently. That would mean Thomas still
alive. You can also sure as hell,
believe me, when I tell you can Being it turns out is one of the
most terrifying ways to spend a weekend and it can mess you up
like nothing else. Honestly, if you've ever been
considering taking it up, don't after what happened two weeks
ago, I can say with certainty, that you're safer dabbling in
recreational Addiction. On this particular occasion, we
had set our sights on conquering Tim's Hill a mountain that
towered over the surrounding landscape.
Its peak shrouded in an ethereal Mist, the weather that weekend
was supposed to be Be great, though, crisp and clear perfect
weekend to take some tents, deep into the Wisconsin Wilderness
and help. Tom, forget about Felicia the
trail up. The mountain was treacherous
with steep inclines and Rocky terrain that tested our
endurance and resolved but we were determined to reach the
summit and bask in the glory of our achievement as evening
approached. We set up camp on a small
Plateau, overlooking. The valley below, the moon was
full casting, a soft glow over the surrounding forest and
eliminating the rugged. Rain, the air was still in cool.
And the Silence of the Wilderness was broken only by
the crackling of the campfire, and the occasional hoot of an
owl. As we sat, by the campfire,
enjoying some snacks, we reminisced about old times and
planned for future Adventures. Now that Tom was no longer tied
down. We had just finished dinner
soaking in the beauty of the night sky, the stars twinkled
like diamonds, and the moon was so bright that we could let the
fire dwindle to Embers and could still see enough to take a leak.
Like in a bush without getting any on our boots.
This was a good night, you know, glad we got one last one
together before it got bad anyway.
As I said earlier, weather forecast for the weekend had
been good. We have been back at my place
playing zombies on the same Xbox 360 wheat sunk hours into in
middle school. If it hadn't been set to be a
clear one, we enjoy the outdoors but we're not crazy.
We were all set and expecting clear views and the welcoming
crisp weather that makes you feel lucky to live in.
Concen, but as the night deepened, a thick fog began to
roll in obscuring the moon and shrouding the Campsite in an
eerie missed the trees loomed, like dark Sentinels in the Mist,
their branches creaking and rustling in the wind, the fire
flickered and danced. Casting strange Shadows on the
ground with each moment there past the fog grew denser,
thicker until it became almost oppressive clinging to our skin
and clothes like a damp cold blanket.
It was as if the Mist had a presence beyond the physical.
Oh, a malevolent force that seeped into our bones and made
us shiver for more than the wet chill of it.
The smell was the worst part. It was a horrid rotten stench
that hung heavy in the air. Making us gag with every breath.
It was as if something had passed and was decomposing just
out of sight. Emitting its putrid, odor into
the night. The Mist itself was a sickly
gray color like the color of Decay.
It's world and netted creating strange, ghostly shapes and
shadows that seem to move independently of the Mist
itself. It was as if the fog was alive
Ascension, entity, that was watching us with malevolent
intent, the hairs on the back of my neck, stood on end as I
realized that there was something deeply unsettling
about this Mist. I couldn't shake the feeling
that we were not alone in the wilderness that night and that
whatever was out there, was not friendly, I voiced my concerns
to Tom, when we heard it a rustling, in the bushes nearby
caught, our attention, we both froze.
Unsure of what to expect. Was it a Wild animal or just a
harmless Critter we cautiously peered into the darkness but
couldn't see anything. We Shrugged it off.
Assuming it was just the wind or a small animal scurrying about
probably wasn't scurrying though, thinking about it.
It was probably running for its life funny.
How hindsight changes your perspective, the smell didn't
leave and neither did the paranoia definitely enough to
make us call it there and pick up the good times again tomorrow
though Vibe was totally gone. As we prepared to turn in for
the night, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had
settled over me. The Mist had somehow grown even
thicker and visibility had all but gone time passing made the
unshakable edginess worse. Not better to.
We crawled into our tents, zipping them up tight to keep
out the damn chill of the fog, lying there in the darkness.
I listen to the sounds of the night, the wind howl, through
the trees, and the branches creaked and groaned.
As if in protest, we'd Camp these mountains dozens of Times.
I didn't get spooked by Nature. My own fear was making me
fearful for no reason other than it being so alien.
It was that damn missed. I couldn't get it out of my head
or nostrils. It's like it in the smell that
hung on it. Like something ran sit in the
Sun for a week, seem to seep into the tent muffling, all
sound and suffocating me in its clammy.
Embrace, despite my unease, I eventually drifted off to sleep
my dreams filled with strange and unsettling images that thank
God. We're gone from my memory, the
My eyes opened, the troubled rest was short-lived to as a
sudden noise. Jolted me awake, I sat up heart
pounding, and peer through the foggy, tent flap, into the
darkness. And that's when I saw it, it
took me a few seconds to realize my eye is had even honed in on a
form. But once it dawned on me, they
had, I couldn't ignore it. There was something out there
miles away a shape carved against the jagged mountain
peaks, that shouldn't be stood amongst them.
Something was moving in the Mist.
A A shape that seem to be coming toward Tim's Hill, something as
vast as it was distant. A nondescript, Shadow barely
distinguishable within and against the thick fog and
broiling midnight clouds. I couldn't make out what it was
and I even thought at the time that it was probably just a
trick of the absent light. But the fear that gripped me was
all too real and then just as suddenly, as it had appeared,
the shape vanished into the Mist, a left.
Something in its wake, though. Soft rumbling bass tone in the
year, a steady thumping. Like the slow heartbeat of some
deep sea. Leviathan, I frantically shook,
Tom awake Whispering, urgently to him to be quiet, and listen,
we sat there in the darkness holding our breath and straining
to hear any sound but there was nothing only the rustling of the
wind and the creaking of the trees we sat for, what felt like
an eternity waiting for another sound, but there was none
eventually. We felt sheepish and started
laughing nervously trying to convince ourselves that it was
just our imaginations play. Saying tricks on us.
We settled back down into our sleeping bags.
Ready to drift off again. But just as we were about to
succumb to sleep, there was a loud boom, that shook the Earth
beneath us and then another, as if some prehistoric monstrosity
had clawed, its way out of the annals of ultra Antiquity to
stock the landscape. Once more, we left out of our
tents, the fear that had gripped us earlier returning with a
Vengeance amidst had grown, so thick.
It felt like it was basically a liquid while we slept and we
emerged from the And to find we could barely see a few inches.
In front of us we stumbled around trying to swivel our ears
to the source of the noise and impending danger but there was
nothing only the crushing dread in stench of the fog.
I was about to yelled at on that we needed to run.
When, as soon as it had started, the booming stopped for a few
eye of the storm moments. There was silence and Stillness,
but then Tom, let out a half. Panicked, half-excited yellow.
He said he saw something in the far distance.
A light that flickered and dance.
It in the darkness. I asked him.
What the heck? He was talking about and he
started babbling about and I kid you not a UFO sky lanterns.
He said a pair of them bobbing around nothing like a plane or a
chopper would. But it was too far away to be
sure without warning. He ran off into the fog leaving
me alone in the darkness. I stood there paralyzed with by
the unhealthy injection of unfamiliarity into our trip
unsure of what to do the silhouette that we had seen
earlier loomed large in. Mind and Tom's talk of UFOs,
after a succession of artillery, like booms didn't help assuage
the fixation at all. Did, I want to run to grab my
flashlight and head down Tim's Hill as fast as my legs could
carry me? You're damn right?
I did that's all I wanted to do, but unfortunately, I'm not a
jerk. I couldn't leave Tom alone in
the fog, so I set off after him, stumbling blindly through the
Mist, my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath came in
short rag. Gasps, I called out to him, but
there was no response, and then I heard the sound of running
water. A rushing stream that cut
through the darkness, I followed the sound my feet slipping on
the wet Stones beneath me. And then through the Mist, I saw
it a vast silhouette looming in the darkness.
Cut into Focus only briefly by a lightning flash of the sky
lanterns. Tom had followed the shape of
it, indistinct menacing and most harrowing of all impossible to
deny the existence of it. Howard over me seeming to
stretch up into the very heavens.
The peak of it obscured by the twin flares, just emerged from
above the cloud. Canopy to illuminate it before I
could with the beam of my flashlight around to console
myself with lies about my mind playing tricks on me though, it
vanished into the Mist leaving me once again alone.
I stood there trembling with fear unsure of what to do and
then I heard Tom's voice calling out to me from somewhere in the
distance. I stumbled through the Mist,
ordem my heart, pounding, in my chest.
My chest. When I finally found him, he was
standing on the edge of a cliff peering out into the darkness.
He said he had caught a glimpse of something in the distance, a
light that flickered and danced in the fog or that's how he
described it at least. But when he ran toward it at
vanished into the Mist, I didn't have to think long to put two
and two together. I didn't know what was going on,
but this thing Tom was so desperate to find how was
equally invested in getting away from?
I tried in vain to convince him that No good could come of those
skylights to explain what I'd witness before.
I'd found him to get rid of any wild panicked ideas about UFOs,
but it was no use. We stood there arguing for what
felt like hours, all the while waiting for something anything
to happen. There were no more quaking
booms. No more sky lanterns descending
from the clouds. The Mist swirled around us.
And the Darkness seemed to press in on us from all sides.
The weirdness of Tim's, he'll have lulled and I just about
managed to convinced. Tom to head back to the tent,
I'd even managed to half convinced myself.
I'd imagine the skyscraper sized figure in the fog that it had
indeed been the product of some kind of hallucination.
Then it stood up a towered over us the cliff Edge.
Barely at waist height, the Treetops of the Evergreens below
just about scraping its knees before.
It had been far enough away that I only caught a fleeting glimpse
of its outline. Disclose, the beams of our
flashlights could unmask its form in all its Abyssal Glory.
I knew it Suddenly we were in the presence of true horror no
mortal. Had the psychological resilience
to truly comprehend and creature that defied.
All logic and reason a huge thing wearing the form of a
blackened human skeleton almost as if it existed to
blasphemously mock the concept of life.
It's skeletal frame. Easily stood hundreds of feet
tall towering over everything in its path.
It's tree trunk, thick bones were gnarled and twisted.
As if they had grown warp from years of neglect, each was
covered in a thick layer of Dark oily Grime.
As if it had been coated in the filth of the most to gradation,
written metropolis and human history.
But it was the monsters eyes that robbed me of all hope, in
an instant, despite its size. And the nightmarish nature of
it's impossible, frame, its eyes.
The sky lantern UFOs. Tom had been chasing glowed with
an otherworldly light casting, and here, he's sickly Hayes on
everything around us. As it bent its skull down toward
the cliff Edge. The brightness that emanated
from them was not the warm comforting light of the Sun.
But a cold sterile Shimmer, that seemed to drain some of the
vibrancy and, for lack of a better term.
The reality, from all it touched, the creature was
draped, in what appeared to be a cloak at first.
But as it lowered itself to us and got closer, I realized that
it wasn't clothing. This Abomination, wore a
perpetually cascading waterfall of murky pungent, water, a
Perpetual torrent of what I can only describe as sewer drainage
filled with debris garbage and human waste of all kinds the
river. Of Filth evaporated to steam at
the skeletal Giants. Black bone feet, billowing out
into the world as a cloud of gaseous Haze of rot and misery.
The putrid stench that emanated from.
It was overwhelming, filling our nostrils and making us gag.
It was as if the fog had been Amplified a thousand fold, and
I'm genuinely amazed neither Tom, or I choked.
It was, as if this being was a walking, breathing, landfill a
monument to the waste and excess of humanity, as the monster
crouched, the movement of its mammoth.
Bony size alone was enough to leave destruction in its wake,
the ground beneath its feet, turn black and withered.
As if all the life had been taken out of it trees and
plants, wilted and died their leaves turning brown and
crumbling to dust it was as if the monsters.
Very presence was toxic to the environment.
A harbinger of Decay a necrotic rotting giant, let out a
deafening Roar that shook the very ground beneath us and we
could smell its putrid breath from where we stood and then the
monster did Thing that still makes me shudder to this day.
It began to vomit. Oh God, the vomit.
The black slimy substance that the monster spewed forth was
unlike anything I had ever seen before it was thick and viscous
like tar, and it seemed to melt everything in its path.
The smell of it was overpowering.
Like a mixture of Rotting Flesh, medical waste and burning
garbage, the ground beneath it sizzled and steamed and the
trees and plants were at landed withered and died to my horror
and disgust Any organic matter of the forest caught in the
Titans Unholy bile devolved into a puddle of stagnant steaming
waste and so did. Tom had I been standing about 5
foot to the right. None of you would be reading
like this. I wasn't standing five foot to
the right though. So when the Colossal Paragon of
Filth lowered its Titanic skull and opened its coalesce jaw.
I walked away unscathed save for a minor yet.
Still painful bit of acidic backsplash Tom didn't he was
directly underneath the Ed geyser of noxious flum that
exploded from between the beings charred crack teeth.
I'm glad it all happened too fast for me to process it all.
If I'd have been aware, I might have tried to do something
stupid, like tackle Tom to get him out of the way.
The fact all I could do was watch with my lip.
Trembling is one of the few reasons I'm still alive.
As I watched my friend being consumed by the monsters vomit,
I felt a mixture of horror and revulsion that I could never
have fathomed was possible, my cowardice and Of action in the
face of the sheer evil. We'd encountered gave it a cruel
introspective aspect to it's an emotion.
I'm sure was caused by the Towering postulant skeletons
presence as much by its actions to it was a primordial,
discussed one stored in the deepest bowels of our DNA to be
pulled to the for only when the things that terrorized our most
ancient ancestors returned. I couldn't bring myself to
approach Tom during the few seconds, I lingered at the cliff
Edge after the waterfall of septic acids, Feast the black
slimy substance was getting him. His skin turned an ashen gray
and it began to crumble and fold in on itself like molten tarmac.
I could hear his screams of Agony but they were soon drowned
out. It was a sickening sound like
the cracking of wood in a fire. And it made my stomach turn a
response worsened by the grizzly sites that came with the
cacophony of suffering. The worst part, was that enough
of his face remained to make his eyes widening and shock clear to
see. And the knowledge, he was aware
of Everything that happened right up until the end will scar
me for Life. After what was left of Tom was
gone. I felt a wave of nausea wash
over me and I knew that I was going to be sick.
I turned away from the site but the retching continued it was a
violent and uncontrollable reaction one that was born out
of the sheer horror of what I was witnessing I could feel my
muscles Contracting and spasming and then it came the vomit that
I spewed forth wasn't a noxious tide of lethal mucus.
It was a thick Anki mess a mixture of the dinner that we
had eaten earlier and the bile that had been building up in my
stomach. It was a disgusting sight and it
only served to make the horror of the situation even more real.
Thankfully I managed to remember why I just seen Tom literally
freaking melt in front of me just in time to throw myself
sideways and avoid meeting the same fate myself.
The sound of the thing from the fog roaring made my heart skip
at least three beats, but the rest of my body didn't care, I
Ran So Hard. I didn't know where to go beyond
that. My destination was as far from
that Tim's Hill as I could possibly freaking make it thing
is. I wasn't the only one running as
soon as I could hear the thunderous footsteps behind me.
I knew that I was not going to make it out alive.
The shaking of the ground damn near catapulted me over a ledge
or down a hill more than once during the five or so minutes.
I actually managed to keep going.
It's honestly a miracle. I didn't get injured.
Every time I stumbled and fell. I'd look over.
Over my shoulder to the clouds above the mist.
And always I saw the monsters glowing eyes staring down at me.
The final time they were right above me, so close, I could make
out there. Eldridge glimmer casting, an
obnoxious seen across the gargantuan skull.
I distinctly remember thinking this is it, this is the end, the
mortician stench shrieking in the Mist intensified as the
mucus began, to bubble and pull between Jaws lowering themselves
beneath the line of the tree canopy.
I close my eyes, my face, suddenly numb, and my limbs
Inexplicably far away from my senses.
Then everything went black. I was passed out for three days.
Sheriff, hardware store was at the foot of my hospital bed when
I awoke, and immediately had questions.
Most of them around where Tom was, I gave him my answers and
to my amazement he didn't call me a lunatic.
He just side scribbled something in his notebook and left.
I was still pretty out of it. Even by the time he'd gone.
It was until a few hours later that the horror of everything
that And hit me like a claw hammer, right in my will to go
on when I finally regained my senses, fully my mind was a
jumbled mess of fragmented memories.
That what happened with me and Tom on Tim's Hill?
You understand that was unfortunately, crystal clear,
the B? I still can't piece together
despite really needing to or how I got from there to that damn
Hospital. Here's the thing.
I agree with you. Reading this right now, I should
be gone. So what in the deus ex machina
is going on? That's what this is all about
why I'm doing Term in to follow this through and not just
swallow up the LIE. The first thing I recall was the
sound of gunfire ringing in my ears, followed by the deafening
Roar of the monster. Then there was a massive
explosion That Shook the ground beneath me.
I remember feeling A Rush of hot air and debris, hitting my face
before. Everything went silent.
The next thing I remember is the sound of helicopter blades,
chopping through the air and then the sensation of being
lifted off the ground, I must have been airlifted to a
hospital because Cuz the next thing I saw was a thin-faced man
with a really unnerving Aura looking down at me with a
disapproving expression. He was muttering something to
sheriff, har worst, but I couldn't make out what they were
saying. My head was pounding with pain
and I was struggling to stay conscious despite the
concussion. I knew that something terrible
had happened, the monster had been real and it had nearly
taken me but what had happened to it, had the gunfire and
explosion eliminated it or had escaped.
What even shown up to stop it? No way.
Did the police have the minds of Munitions?
You need to take down, something like that.
Whatever the hell that thing was, I must have said, something
heard something that could put the pieces together.
It had something to do with the thin-faced, man, and Sheriff our
worst. But who was he?
I couldn't remember. And the uncertainty only made me
feel more frightened and alone, it was a relief.
When the doctors finally gave me something to ease.
My pain and help me slip back into unconsciousness. - that was
two weeks ago, Tom's disappearances being treated.
I found out through an old friend in the Marathon County
Sheriff's Office as a natural accident, with the rationale
being Tom and I were caught in a freak.
Avalanche. What I saw have been explained
away as a concussion induced, dream avalanches and concussions
don't cause acid burns, though. Do they.
So, why do I have a splatter pattern of them across my right
cheek and arm to this day? I don't know what that monster
was or where it came from. Or why it didn't let me suffer
the same fate as Tom but I know one thing for sure something
weird is going on in Marathon County and the police or at the
very least Sheriff Hardware star covering it up the memory of
that night still haunts me and I can only hope that no one else
ever has to witness the terror that I did on Tim's Hill me
though. I need answers even if it means
coming face-to-face with that thing.
Again, I'm writing this as a kind of failsafe, I guess I'm
going to go poking around Around starting with har worst house.
My friends, reading this, you know who you are.
Have been told what to do if I disappear after today.
Sorry, I couldn't tell you why you needed my social passwords
Etc, but would you have believed me before as for why?
I'm making it public. It's because I didn't want to
put the burden of sharing this on someone else.
This could run deep. There could be consequences for
posting or even talking about it.
I was the one up there with Tom. All those risks should be on me
Someone had to blow the whistle through something evil is
lurking. In Marathon County, and people
need to stay the hell away from Tim's Hill.
It was a typical weekend night and I had just settled into my
cozy. Apartment.
Ready to binge, watch my favorite show on Netflix, my
roommate had gone out for the weekend leaving me alone but I
didn't mind. I enjoyed the Solitude.
The apartment was located in a peaceful neighborhood and I had
never felt unsafe before as the night dragged on, and the show
played on my laptop. I noticed a strange noise
outside at first, I attributed it to lousy insulation or maybe
the wind but It persisted curiosity, eventually got the
best of me, and I tiptoed to the window, gently pulling the
curtains aside to peek out. I wasn't expecting to see
anything, but there, it was the bright glow of a flashlight
shining into my window, hovering like a menacing.
I the heart raced in my chest and my hands started to shake
uncontrollably for a moment. My brain couldn't wrap around
what was happening. I didn't have any enemies or
people angry with me or my roommate.
Why would someone be peeping? Inside our apartment at 11 p.m.
quickly. My instincts kicked I quickly
moved away from the window to prevent the person from
discovering, I noticed them, taking deep breaths.
I tried to Halt, my panicky thoughts, as adrenaline coursed
through my veins, who could be doing this, was it.
Someone I knew as I tried to recall, if I had gotten any
threat or pass through someone who I hadn't been quite friendly
with the torch outside grew. Stranger the person didn't move,
but the sound of footsteps, pacing slowly.
He echoed outside of my window now that someone was stalking me
freaked. Me out even more.
I pulled myself together grasping for my phone to dial
911. As I fumbled for my phone, my
mind went on overdrive with worst-case scenarios.
What would happen if the stalker finds a way into the apartment,
should I open my door and bolt to the next door?
Neighbor's house, exposing myself to more danger.
My painful thoughts were interrupted when the person
outside spotted my movements and the Was immediately turned off
fear clenched. My muscles and made it
impossible to speak. I stood Frozen for a moment.
Hoping that whoever was outside had left, but then I heard a
slow a tapping sound. Like someone was testing the
locks of my Apartments front door.
My body began to shake with fear and my mind raced with different
options that would keep me relatively safe without much of
a second thought. Any longer I gathered all the
courage left in me wrapped a blanket closely around my body.
Grab my phone. Own and sneaked out the balcony,
into the chilly night from my vantage point.
I could see the shadow of a person lingering outside the
front door slowly removing something from their pocket and
flexing what looked like a metallic object in their hand.
I knew that my only route of Escape was to climb down the
fire escape. And that was what I did at
lightning speed my heart racing. I stumbled and fell, but kept
pushing barely feeling the freezing cold concrete floors,
as I made my way down, just as I finally got close.
Zur to the ground floor. I noticed the dimly lit back
street alley, filled with crates, trash cans, and odd,
scarps that can hide any danger waiting for me.
Finally, when my feet hit the unremarkable path.
I sprinted with pumps to the Patrol police station, nearby
explaining every bit of experience, out of breath to the
policeman who kindly reassured me and despatched some officers
back to my haunted apartment after what looked like forever.
The policeman came out with news that the crazed individual had
fled They didn't quite believe that my home was targeted as
another apartment down the floor.
Had been robbed the evening before I tried to press for the
matter anyway, but it occurred to me that as scared as I was, I
would never know whether it was a mistake that my grounds were
picked or it was an intentional act for days.
I slept remaining Vigilant setting a bigger bowl to prevent
any unauthorized access, but the thought of an unknown terrifying
stalker out there was still holding true in my mind every
creaking floorboard, and I'd noises made me jump, always
leaving my over worried mind in an anxious state.
A few weeks ago, the most terrifying experience of my life
occurred. It honestly feels like a blur
and I'll try and recall as much detail as possible, but I may
have to update as other parts. Come back to me.
My girlfriend and I live in a mid-sized city in Pennsylvania
every few weeks during the warm months.
At least. We like to plan a little getaway
into the country to do outdoorsy stuff.
Since we moved to this area a few years ago, we've gotten very
into skiing rock climbing hiking camping.
Just sitting around a fire and nature.
We've gotten very good at scouring the internet for
obscure rustic. Places to visit a few weeks ago,
we were itching to get out of town on a Wednesday with only a
few days coming up until the weekend.
We knew our options might be limited due to the last-minute
nature of our planning. Most of the airbnb's, we usually
stay at were booked up. My girlfriend works in the city
government and near her office. As a set of community bulletin,
boards, that people post upcoming events things As for
sale at Sarah. So that Thursday she comes home
with a number to call for a cabin about an hour away that
was for rent this weekend for a far more reasonable price than
we usually pay. We call the number a middle-aged
sounding man named Peter answers.
And says, we're all set to stay the night out in the cabin the
next day. We're ecstatic at this time over
our abilities to find cool little vacation spots next day,
we both duck out of work a bit early and hit the road around
three and get to the place a little after 4:00 Peter owns a
very large property. That's about 25 acres of mostly
forested land. When you pull up to it, his
house is fairly close to the road and you park in his
driveway. Peter came out to meet us.
He's older than I expected a bit Gruff looking, but friendly for
a while. We stand in the driveway and
make small talk and he tells us about how he's owned the
property. Since the mid-1970s, the cabin
is a ways back on a foot trail. Behind his house, Peter said his
nearest neighbor is about two. Miles down the road.
So we shouldn't be seeing or hearing anyone else while we're
out there, but that bears and deer do wander in the woods so
don't be too shocked if we hear rustling in the night, my
girlfriend and I have stayed in enough.
Shacks or tents at this point to not be scared of nighttime
noises so we're just about ready to head off.
When the first sign of anything, unusual hits us, Peter hands us
a geiger counter, a little device that reads radioactivity
levels. At first, I don't know what I'm
looking at and think he's just handing Me an extra flashlight.
I've only ever seen one of these things and movies.
Peter explains that. He built the cabin a few years
after buying the land. And for the first few years,
used it as a hunting cabin, he started renting out in the mid
80s and over the years, has rented to literally hundreds of
people, most of whom, never report any problems and give
only positive reviews, but apparently in the 80s Peter at
one point rented, the place to a couple that was very paranoid
about radiation poisoning because we're not Not too far
away from where the Three Mile Island incident occurred.
Peter said the property was, well, outside the areas that
were evacuated at the time, but this couple who took a geiger
counter everywhere, claim that they'd heard there's going off
in the night. But that it stopped by.
The time morning, came Peter said after that, he'd bought his
own, geiger counter and started giving it to the people who rent
the cabin, just for theirs and his peace of mind.
He said, once in a while, not often, but every couple of years
or so, some people would report The geiger counter making noise
at night for those who don't know when Geiger counters detect
radiation, they make this awful sort of clicking buzzing sound
that intensifies as the levels get higher.
So we're a bit weirded out by this but if anything were
comforted by Peters honesty and so we just thank him and set off
down the trail. It's not a far walk and we
arrived at the cabin about 20 minutes later, that might not
sound like a great distance, but it's far enough that you're
surrounded on all sides, but nothing but Forest, the cabin is
only one room wooden and has a porch on the front with a
swinging chair inside. There's just two double beds, a
wood stove, and some counters. There's no running water or
electricity. So the Outhouse is the only
bathroom for the next few hours. We have a great time.
We have a little fire, cook a bit of food, tell campfire,
stories and then decide to get ready for bed around 9 p.m. when
it's getting really dark my girlfriend.
And I are sharing one of the double beds and the geiger
counter which If I had sort of forgotten about is sitting
against the wall that leads to the porch at the front of the
cabin, it was a very quiet night and other than the quiet sound
of rustling leaves outside. You could hear a pin drop in
that cabin. I'm never a great sleeper on
these trips. So I was sort of In and Out Of
Consciousness for quite a while. Just listening to the leaves
outside when suddenly, I hear one of those horrible clicks,
that the machine makes instantly, my eyes are wide open
in the pitch black and my muscles are tense.
For a moment. I think I might have imagined it
since it was just a single click but then there's another and
another periodically getting louder and more frequent.
My girlfriend is a much better sleeper than I am.
So she hasn't heard it at this point but by now the geiger
counter has a consistent, click going.
And I'm honestly terrified I don't want to cause us both to
panic. So I slowly nudge my girlfriend
awake and the geiger counter is loud enough that she instantly
asks, what the noise is. The next thing I do is fumbling
Around and look for my watch on the floor next to the bed when I
find it, I see that it's a little after 11:00, its pitch
black and I can't find the flashlight.
So I just get out of the bed and stumble in the direction of the
geiger counter, which is still getting louder.
I'm down on all fours, 1 by hands, find it and I'm shaking a
little as I pick it up insistent that it's broken or misreading,
the are somehow what I saw next quite nearly made me crap a
break. It was easier to see outside
than in the cabin because of the Moonlight shining through the
leaves, And I could get a glimpse of the area around the
fire pit, as I stand up with the geiger counter, I look outside
and see a woman standing there facing the dying Embers of our
fire. Now, I'm paralyzed with fear and
confusion, I'm standing there, holding this geiger counter.
That is now screaming constant noise and getting as good.
A look, as I can at this woman standing out there, it's a
chilly night in the 40s and she looks to be wearing a dress that
comes down to about her knees. Her hair is messy, curly but on
Kempt but I can't make out much more.
I can't get a look at her face, but it's clear that she's facing
the fire pit, possibly looking down into it or just over it and
off into the distance. My girlfriend is still in bed
sitting and hasn't seen the woman yet.
All of a sudden, my girlfriend asks, what's going on at full
volume? I panic and wave my hands at
her, to keep the noise down. Not wanting this stranger to
hear that. We're in the cabin, but it's too
dark for my girlfriend to see. Then I The woman turned her head
toward us. I start breathing heavily.
I dropped the geiger counter and run back toward the bed where I
whisper loud, enough for my girlfriend to hear.
There's someone outside. She now understands the reason
for my panic and tenses up in the bed, the next thing I do is
go to the door, walking low to try and hide and turn the lock
on the door. Knob, very quietly, testing the
knob to make sure it's locked. I'm almost too afraid to check,
but I peer just over the edge of the window, in the door to see.
See where the woman is and let out a little yelp when I see she
still coming but moving slowly. The fire pit is about 30 feet
from the door and she's about 15 feet away.
No, I go back to the bed and find my girlfriend through touch
as it's too dark for us to see each other, but I want us to be
out of bed and ready to make a run for it.
If we have to the geiger counter obviously is still near the door
and is on what must have been its max volume, we ducked down
in the corner between the bed and the wall and wait silently.
I hear the woman's footsteps as she comes up.
The steps to the cabin, I'm waiting for her to try the door,
and just praying that she goes away.
After my eyes are locked on the window in the door, but after I
hear her walking on the steps, I don't see her emerge, a few
minutes pass, or still both on his high alert as we can be for
a minute. I'm expecting to see her
appearing in one of the other windows and my eyes Dart around.
My ears are locked in. Trying to listen for footsteps,
but I can't distinguish between potential steps.
And leaves in the wind time stands still for a while, we're
still sitting in the corner in a state of near Panic, the geiger
counter still screaming but then the geiger counter starts to
break a bit. The clicking slows down slowly
but surely over the next couple minutes or maybe hours, it's
hard to tell that geiger counter stops and silence Falls over the
cabin. Again, needless to say, we did
not sleep, the rest of the night, we huddled in the corner
and waited for Dawn to break when it.
Did we packed us? Quickly as possible.
And literally ran the trail back to Peter's house the whole time,
both of us were looking around constantly to see if any strange
woman was coming at us. When we got to Peter's house.
I set the geiger counter on the porch and did not wait to tell
him about our night. We got in the car and drove off
as fast as possible. We've both been seen by doctors
since then had tests run and as far as we can tell, we're not
suffering from radiation symptoms, but we're both very
shaken up and every night, Right when it's dark.
I can't help but think I can see the radioactive woman standing
outside. Once again, I have come across a
bizarre cabin debacle. For those of you who have read
my post before my girlfriend and I are very into finding rustic
and or remote cabins to rent to get out of the mid-sized City.
We live in on weekends this past weekend, we made quite a venture
all the way out. To a small town, in the White
Mountains of New Hampshire, where a relative of mine has a
very large home. She was out of town for a
weekend with our cabin Obsession.
In mind, asked us, if we'd like to make the Trek to the
mountains and The house while she's gone, we readily accepted
and started packing almost immediately.
After a long drive through snow, capped mountains.
We arrived when I say this is a small town.
I mean, there's literally only about 200 people in the town.
There's one General Store, one, gas station, and no police force
in the town. The house is on a dirt road that
leads into the mountains and it has a hiking trail that leads
into miles of intricate trails. At the end, the houses are quite
far apart on this street and each lat.
Is at least a few acres of land needless to say it's quiet.
Most of the time in the house, the building itself is so large.
It's almost cavernous. This is aided by the fact that
much of the ground floor is one high ceiling room with a balcony
that looks over it from the second floor.
There's also a small third floor in a partially finished
basement. It's mostly wood paneling
everywhere and pictures of the nearby mountains or family
members on various skiing trips. Adorning the walls, my
girlfriend and I were in heaven In this place, we loved it.
As soon as we arrived, it was an excellent place to stay the
owner. Let us know that in this town.
Everyone leaves their doors unlocked.
As there's hardly been any break-ins and memory.
Most people in the town know, each other.
And most of the time when she goes out of town, a neighbor or
friend, will just let themselves in to do the housekeeping.
My aunt took off and left us alone there with her dog.
A skinny older. Poodle water dog makes who was
very sweet name gen re by then it was around six or so.
So, we went to the one bar in town and had a small town meal
that couldn't be beat went to bed, and didn't get up until the
next morning bright and early with the Sun.
So we could watch the sun come up over the still snow-capped
mountains. We slept through the night
without incident on the first night.
But when we got up, I noticed some little Oddities keep in
mind, this is our first night ever in this house.
So we don't know the ins and outs of this proverbial Palace
but I couldn't help but notice a couple things that were
seemingly strange. One.
The refrigerator had a large supply of local goat cheese in
it. When we derived that morning
about half of it was gone taken straight out of the foil, it was
wrapped in I hadn't touched it and my girlfriend is a vegan but
I figured it was possible that it had been like that when we
got here and I had forgotten even stranger, though, the front
door which consists of a wooden door and a screen door behind.
It was just a jar. This I was positive, I had
checked before going to bed because it had practically been
in the 30s. In the night, the front part of
the house was quite cold as a result of the door being open.
So, I closed it. I figured it was possible.
I hadn't closed it hard enough for something and slid opened.
During the day, we went into the trails at the end of the road
and explored with the dog, the network of trails back there was
actually so intricate that we got lost for about an hour.
It was around midday a we started to encourage gen re to
lead us since he been on the trails so many times and might
know the way to do this we kind of hyped him up until he Was
really worked up the way you do to get dogs excited, and then
both yelled go and let him run off.
So we could follow for an old dog.
Gen re could run a surprisingly long way but not that quickly.
So we were able to keep up it turned out generally was leading
us somewhere but not directly to the house.
He let us down a couple trails and made a series of turns that
I couldn't keep track of. But we were so lost at that
point that we might as well have just made turns at random
eventually. The trail started to narrow And
I could see a building up ahead. Generally began to slow down and
then oddly stopped in the middle of the trail in.
Sat down, I stopped as well. Not wanting to wander onto
someone's property and knelt down to grab generally scholar.
He was acting strangely, he was staring straight forward as if
concentrating on something the trees around us.
Here were younger Pines thick enough, that I couldn't get a
good idea of this building up ahead but that I could sort of
make out its outline. It looked to be small, maybe a
one floor. Ben but generally clearly sends
something was in this Pine brush with us.
I was confused, thinking it odd that the dog had led us here,
only to stop dead and sit silently.
Then I followed genre's eyes to where he was looking in the
pines and saw a figure moving slowly.
I realized just then over the sound of the wind rustling
through the trees that I could hear soft footsteps, moving
adjacent to us. Now my eyes, followed this
figure, as well as it treaded lightly over the soft ground, it
appeared to cross the trail that Was around a bend in front of us
and kept moving through the trees until it stopped.
Just as silhouette between us and this cabin.
It looked like it could be roughly the size of a person,
but it was hard to tell at that moment, I figured it was a bad
look. If we had come face-to-face with
the owner of the parcel, and just sat there staring, so I let
out a friendly. Hello.
But I got no response. The figure just stood in
silence. Sorry for wandering onto your
land. I continued.
We're a bit lost. Our dog ran down here still no
answer the figure was so still I thought it might have left or I
imagined it just an apparition either way I had a bad feeling,
I stood up hunched over to keep a hand on genre's collar and led
him back the other way. It turns out gen re had gotten
us quite close, and we only had to make one more turn to find
our way back to our house. The rest of that day, went
without incident. We made food had a fire in sang,
our campfire songs had another Mountain dinner that couldn't be
beat and went to bed this time. I made very sure that the door
was closed and actually did lock it to make sure it stayed shut.
This was more out of concern that the house would be cold in
the morning than anything else. At this point, I wasn't worried
about anything, but I was still a little unnerved from the
encounter on the trails earlier today.
My relative had never mentioned any strange.
People living in cabins nearby in the woods from what I had
heard everyone in town was very friendly and personable.
It wasn't like the small-town folk to not answer.
When someone wanders onto their land, that night strange things
started to happen. We went to bed early around 9:00
at night. It's very quiet at night in that
house. The only sounds are generally
the wind and sometimes an animal walking outside around midnight,
we were woken up abruptly to a loud beeping sound coming from
the basement. As you can imagine, we were both
freaked out by it. It was too loud to ignore, so we
both got up and turned. Turn lights on as we venture
down into the basement. It's an oddly designed house in
that. There's no light switch at the
top of the basement stairs, and you have to wander down part way
in complete darkness before you hit the switch at the bottom of
the staircase to turn. The basement lights on my
girlfriend. And I both Venture down holding
hands. And I could tell, we were both a
little freaked out. We turn the lights on in our
fears were momentarily quelled as we realize the beeping was
coming from the water heater. I messed around with some
buttons on the Until I hit one that finally, got it to stop the
loud. Beeping when suddenly a new
noise entered, my Awareness on the ground floor directly above
us. I could hear footsteps.
I immediately froze and world around to.
Look at my girlfriend. She did the same and we both
instinctively held a finger up to our lips, signaling to stay
quiet. I didn't move or even take a
breath. The steps were at a pace that
seemed calm, not rushed or nervous, but were distinctly
two-legged, what I couldn't figure out was why gen re is so
quiet. He was the type of dog that
freaked out barking whenever someone came in the door or even
just if there was a groundhog in the yard, if anyone had
maliciously entered the house gen re would probably be losing
his mind yet. It was totally quiet.
A steps began in the living room, and we're moving in the
direction of being over us. Every so often I could hear them
stop for a moment, then start stop and start.
I could see up the steps to the living room.
And at one point as the steps, paused saw the lights, turn off.
From the living room, my heart, almost stopped.
As I realized, whoever this was, they were stopping to turn off
all the lights, we had turned on on our way down here.
My next thought was they would surely come downstairs to turn
the light off down here before getting to whatever they were
going to do my head snap toward my girlfriend.
She appeared to have the same idea as quietly as we could, we
move toward the back of the basement, out of view of the
stairs and waited. The steps continue to move
toward the bedroom that we were staying in on the ground floor.
Or pausing here and there ostensibly to turn off the
lights. I worried for Gen re and for us
as the steps reached where our bedroom would be, they stopped
again. I listened intently waiting for
them to start again, but was shocked to hear they never did.
It was like, whoever was up there had just slipped out a
window or teleported after waiting a while we emerged and
very quietly. Moved back upstairs, terrified
to look around every corner. Inexplicably, we couldn't find
anything strange. Turn the lights on again and
checked. Every entrance.
There wasn't a window. Open a door cracked.
The front door was still locked. Even gen re was sound asleep and
gave me a look as if to ask what all the fuss was about.
I looked all over the bedroom. We were in, to see if there was
a way out of the house from there, but couldn't find one.
I felt like a crazy person as I even looked for a trapdoor in
the closet, the window was closed and locked.
We barely slept that night, but felt much better in the morning.
We Decided not to call the police figuring if someone had
gotten in the house, generally would have barked in there would
have been evidence of it. We couldn't explain what
happened but we had both been shaken up by the incident in the
woods and decided to just try and move on the day.
Went on and we did our typical Mountain life.
Things we chopped wood cooked and made a fire checked out the
local bar again and then came home as night fell.
I think we both felt a little on edge as we settled down to go to
bed and understandably. So I Ready to move genre's dog,
bed into our room for the night. For some reason, it was
comforting night fell and all was silent again.
I'm a notorious Insomniac whereas my girlfriend could
sleep through a nuclear bomb test.
I lied awake waiting for something to happen.
Sure that it would the hours past midnight, past 12, still
nothing. I slept intermittently and
lightly, then around three upstarts, the water heater
again, my girlfriend wakes up as well and It's a pillow over her
head. I also want to ignore it, hoping
it will just shut off itself. It goes on for a few minutes not
showing any signs of stopping. I give in and get up going to
find the button that turned it off.
Last time I emerge from our room into a hallway that leads to a
den and then to the living room, then as I get to the top of the
stairs, the beeping stops. I pause partly glad that I don't
have to go down in the basement and partly trying to hear
anything strange. It's silent.
You're nothing the machine fixed itself.
I shrug and turn the lights off as I head back to the room and
slept great for the rest of the night.
The next morning, everything seemed normal until I went to
take a shower, the shower would not get hot even after running
it for 10 minutes. That damn water heater, again, I
head downstairs into the basement, it's dimly lit, but
has small windows. That allow enough light that you
don't need the electric lights during the day, as I come up to
the machine, I'm livid I know. Otis, it's completely turned
off, and think great. Now we're not going to have hot
water. The rest of the week.
Then I noticed the wires sticking out of the back and
move around it. I'm shocked someone or something
had ripped the wires that power, the heater straight out of it,
leaving loose wire hanging from the back.
I dropped the cords and ran back upstairs terrified.
Someone might still be down there with me.
My girlfriend asks, what's wrong?
Someone broke the water heater. We decide to call the cops and
not even bother. Going back down in a town, this
small, it's just the state cops who respond to any issues, but
they take a long time to get there.
We wait about 20 minutes before one cop pulls into the driveway
and we explained the whole situation with the footsteps and
the broken water heater. He takes a look at it and
decides, we have rats rats, my girlfriend, and I both responded
in unison. I've had rats before in know The
Tell-Tale signs. Yet.
I had not seen any of the droppings or heard The rustling
noises in the walls. Since we've been in this house,
the cop said, he couldn't explain the footsteps we'd
heard, but if we hadn't found any signs of forced entry, there
wasn't much he could do. He said to call again, if
anything else happened and left my girlfriend and I were both
very worried. Now, I tried calling my relative
who owns the house but she was on a trip overseas and I
repeatedly got her voicemail. I was frightened to go to sleep
that night but didn't want to just up and leave the house
without her knowing we try to Best to have a fun normal day,
but we were both. So on edge, our minds, both
instinctively looked for things to be scared of at one point.
I swear someone was shining something out of the woods about
a hundred yards off. There was a glinting, like,
someone reflecting the bright sunlight at me to get my
attention. I wrote it off as my imagination
yet. It seems so real.
My girlfriend was also paranoid at one point.
She claimed she'd seen someone in the shed outside.
We both went out to check it out and couldn't can't find anyone
that night. We were both terrified.
I felt like I could cry as the sun went down, but we agreed to
stick it out for one more night. Once more we were in bed and I
laid awake waiting for the inevitable sounds.
I doubted it would be the water-heater this time, but I
expected something. My girlfriend, amazingly stayed
awake for a long time as well, but eventually somehow fell
asleep, unbelievably that night went by without incident a few
times. I thought I heard footsteps
outside the And got up to peer out, but couldn't see anyone on
one occasion. I scared away.
A deer that was nibbling on the leaves of the trees outside and
chuckled at myself. We felt much better the
following day. And for a while, it seemed like
our issues might have been resolved.
We did our usual thing walking, the dog and hiking near a local
River nighttime Cayman, although I was a little nervous, I
figured, I could get some sleep tonight.
Dusk fellow. We laid in the bed again.
My girlfriend fell asleep without it.
Shu as did Jen re I laid awake until about midnight, but
drifted off the next thing I remember is a strange dream
where I was sitting at the dining room table of our house
in Pennsylvania, and someone was knocking at the door in the
dream, I kept trying to get up and answer it but the door was
so heavy. I couldn't open it.
Then I snapped into Focus acutely awake at once and
realized that the knocking in my dream was footsteps coming from
the second floor. Loud footsteps like someone
moving just under running speed. I was paralyzed with fear but I
move my hand over to shake my girlfriend awake.
I was amazed and relieved, she didn't scream as the footsteps
could be heard coming down the stairs.
On the far side of the house, they were loud and Fast Too Fast
for me to consider what to do. They moved across the large
living room, getting louder and louder.
Jen, we finally woke up and started barking my girlfriend.
And I both cowered in fear in the bed, unable to move the
footsteps, reached our door. And then Stop suddenly for a
moment. It was quiet and I reached over
to the bedside table looking for anything to use as a weapon, but
found only the digital clock. Whoever was here, knew we were
in this room. I waited but nothing came
minutes passed and still nothing.
I wanted to believe the Imposter had left decided.
We were uninteresting and just disappeared.
Like it had a few nights ago, but I had to know.
I got up there wasn't a single sound in that room as generally
had stopped barking but stood looking The door in
anticipation, I moved closer and put a hand on a knob.
As it turned it, let out a Noisy Creek that made me cringe
internally, suddenly I flung open the door, no one was there,
I poked a head out, the clock came back, ready to bludgeon,
anyone who showed themselves, I slowly, exhale, din turned
around only to scream and jump. When I saw the bedroom window
and it was a dark figure, a shadowy head peering in that
darted down. As soon as I yelled my And
seeing it to began to scream as well.
We both ran out of the room gen re following, we rushed to the
front door on the far, side of the house, without bothering
with shoes, or clothes, and ran for the car.
Once inside, I triple checked, my door was locked.
I frantically started the car and backed out of the driveway,
my head turned looking out the back.
I heard my girlfriend riding shotgun.
Let out a shaky. The look, I stop the car and
turn my head forward there. On the wraparound porch.
Someone Standing, we couldn't tell who in the darkness, but it
was what appeared to be a person.
We stared, for a moment horrified before it started to
walk down the steps I gasped. As I watched the figure now
break into an all-out Sprint, toward the car, my girlfriend
screamed, snapping me out of the trance.
I was in and I floored the car in Reverse, once on the road, I
threw the car in gear and drove away as quickly as possible,
checking in my rearview mirror. But seeing nothing.
We drove for a long time to the next Town and checked into the
first hotel that allowed dogs. The next day we went back and
just did a drive-by of the house.
It looked to be in order, but I wouldn't dare go inside or even
get out of the car. We've been staying at the hotel
for a few days now and haven't had any problems, but we've been
too scared to go hiking or do anything in town.
I've been trying to get in touch with the owner to let her know.
I desperately want to leave this town now but I don't want to
take gen re without my relatives knowledge.
That is where we are for now. I have no idea what to do next.