It was Midsummer when I got the message from my friend Sam.
I was lying in the January son, in my back garden with my dog
Brutus at my side, when I decided to open up, Instagram
and saw I had a message it red. Hey, Cassie Kyle, Olive Thea,
and I are getting together to go camping in a week and I was
really hoping you could come I sat straight up causing a sigh
from Brutus, who had been leaning his head.
Ed on my shoulder, I wrote back. Yeah, of course, can I bring
Brutus immediately? My phone pinged with their
response. Good idea.
Scare away the Cryptids. You're always talking about lol.
They were right? I was obsessed with the
Paranormal, especially Cryptids. So come Monday when it was time
to leave, I was sure to bring my notebook Polaroid camera and of
course, My knife. Although realistically the last
one was mostly for self defense against any weirdos, we meet out
there. My family always says I'm
paranoid, but it's better safe than sorry.
You know, we decided to take my off-roader so we could head
deeper into the woods without having to carry our stuff.
So after checking, my backpack in the trunk, I drove toward my
closest friend Kyle's house. When I stopped outside his
house, he was already waiting in the driveway.
He jumped into the middle set of seats wanting to sit next to
Brutus. The huge black dog was Stretched
across the back seat sluggish from the heat but he offered
Kyle. A Tail Wag of acknowledgement as
my friend began to pet him. Hey dude, I said greeting, my
friend. Hey, he responded.
There was a pause before he leaned forward.
So olives coming on the trip. Huh.
Shut up. I said it's not like I have a
chance with her anyways. He leaned back smiling.
Just be yourself. You'll be fine.
You should really just ask her. I hit the play button on my
phone, Spotify, playlist, and turned it up way too loud to
drown him out. We proceeded to pick up Olive
from her house a quaint Cottage nearby and then Sam and Thea
from their apartment in the city.
By the time we reach the highway, it was nearing 5 p.m.
I turned down the music and we were sitting and talking to pass
the time. I'm after an hour or so.
I turned off onto a smaller Road and started heading for the
campsite. Hey Cassie.
How long until we get there? Kyle asked, who was still
patting Brutus? I Shrugged not taking my eyes
off the road. Sounds like a question for the
Navigator was my response. He turned to Olive who was in
the seat next to me with her phone linked up to.
The GPS should be about a half an hour until Reach the brush,
then another hour or so down the track, to the campsite.
He slumped back with a resigned sigh, his arms crossed over his
stomach. Can we stop for a break soon?
We stopped just before we got onto the highway, you'll live,
he returned to patting Brutus after a moment Sam spoke up.
Cassie, why don't you tell what you'll think we'll see tonight.
The others perked up watching me.
Well, wake has a type of bird are pretty common in this area.
The occasional deer possibly, if we're lucky, we'll hear the
birds calling this far out. We might even see one if we're
quiet. That would be excellent.
But I'm more meant the creepy stuff.
You know, your area. It was my turn to perk up.
Although I'm far from an expert on Cryptids or the Paranormal.
I know my fair share of information certainly More than
the others. It's highly unlikely.
We'll see anything unnatural. You know, I never see anything
at this campsite and even if there were it's a million-to-one
we'd run into it, we're more likely to run into a druggie.
Speaking of which do we all have our phones and we remember the
buddy system, okay? Mom replied Kyle rolling his
eyes, I just want to keep everyone safe.
I responded evenly. Seing a smile.
There was another pause until Thea leaned forward to continue
the questions. Seriously, though, even if it's
unlikely, we'd see anything, what do you think's out there?
I decided I would refrain from scaring my friends for long
enough while it's the woods. So you never know my best guess
could be some kind of crawler, a stickman or something like that.
Of course. Normally my first thought would
be a skinwalker or when to go. But I believe those are only in
America. Some kind of dog man might be
possible actually D or perhaps, hold up back up.
The bus said Kyle, you're acting like I know all of these words.
Yeah, said Sam, what on Earth is a Dior?
I settled back in my chair, easing up on the accelerator, as
I turned down a dirt road heading towards the approaching
tree line. Well, it's basically a deer, but
something's not, right. You know, too many joints in the
legs or even the legs bent totally backwards.
Sharp teeth with a mouth that hangs open like a dog's.
I've even heard of some that can bend their necks with a joint
Kyle shivered. I think the creepiest thing
about them though, is their eyes set forward on their face
instead of on the side. Like a deer's should be like a
predator. Said Olive exactly.
I replied pleased. Most Reports say they're pretty
harmless though. Just because they say they could
rip you into pieces might not mean they want to like, Brutus.
I suppose. I reach into the back seat and
pet Brutus who responded by licking my hand, regardless best
to keep a distance as soon as I finished.
Thea had a question, you mentioned Crawlers.
Flash Gates, what are those? The sunlight was slowly starting
to fade. So I flipped on the headlights
before answering humanoids, you know, crawlers is a pretty broad
term, pretty much covers anything that's more or less
human shaped but not quite Too Tall.
Too thin often less facial features than you'd expect
flush. Gates are shapeshifters, think,
Skinwalker, but without the ties to Native American culture, And
those things are real, and they're out.
There said Kyle concern on his face as he leaned a little
closer to Brutus. I Shrugged, I reckon all of
those sightings can't come from nowhere as for, in this place,
specifically, no idea. But don't worry about it too
much. As I said, it's highly unlikely.
We'll see one Kyle. Nodded still looking a bit
worried. All of spoke from next to me
placing her hand briefly on Shoulder as she did.
My heart skipped, a beat as she did and I had to force my eyes
on the road so I didn't go red. I barely heard her question over
my own minor panic, but after a second I registered her words.
Is there anything paranormal that actually scares you?
I took a deep breath before responding remembering what Kyle
said. Just be yourself.
Well, obviously I'd be terrified if I ever actually came across.
One of these freaky things. But in terms of just chatting
not really, it was pretty quiet after that soon enough.
I reach the woods and we started down the old trail.
My car's Wheels easily carrying us over the Rocks.
Roots. And even the occasional stream,
not long. After the sun had fully set.
Kyle sat straight up. Do you hear that?
I slammed on the brakes and looked out the window.
I'd where he was pointing, sure enough.
The bushes were wrestling. We stayed quiet all live leaning
over. To me looking out my window, her
closeness pulled me out of my focus for a moment before I
return my eyes on the wrestling which was quickly.
Coming closer, the tension in the car was palpable and I could
see Kyle looking scared in my peripheral.
Maybe I shouldn't have taught them about Cryptids after all,
but before, I could Ponder much longer a deer sprung from the
bushes and leaped in front of the car across from us.
As it passed, I noticed one of its antlers seem to have been
snapped clean off weird everyone jump backwards and shocked at
the sudden appearance of the deer but once we all saw what it
was we all started laughing. Wow, Kyle, that was scary, a
deer. Whoo, Sam continue to make ghost
noises and Thea and I joined in Kyle, rolled his eyes whatever
guys, you were just as scared as I was.
It could have been a monster. Nope.
All its eyes and legs were in the right places set.
The, the only Cryptid around here is Sam and I think they're
with us, I laughed and started up the car, continuing on Motion
in the rearview mirror, caught my attention, and as the others
laughed, I watch something. Leap across the road, something
about the way it moved made me nervous, but when I tried to
look closer, it was gone, I I shook it off as a trick of my
mind, which makes me sound like just another stupid horror story
protagonist. I know, but to be fair, it's not
uncommon for my mind to play tricks on me.
Something to do with my anxiety. I've been told I easily put it
out of my mind as I had trained myself to do so and kept driving
chatting with my friends until we reached the campsite I pulled
the tent out of the trunk and marked where we were going to
set it up. You Should set up the tent.
Why don't you have to help asked Kyle?
I just drove four hours Kyle. I think I can allocate the
chores. I'm useless at setting that
thing up. Anyway I turned to head into the
tree line at the edge of the clearing but was stopped again.
Where are you going asked? Sam there look followed my path
I'll go get some wood and start up a fire.
I set off into the trees flicking on my flashlight as I
did. I started picking up, sticks
carefully inspecting each one for any small animals.
I didn't want to accidentally set Ablaze as I turned one, over
a small vagrant. Spider crawled out onto my hand.
I smiled Crouch down and gently deposited him on the soft
ground. There You Go, sir.
When I stood up, I noticed something strange, the night
sounded quieter somehow the cicadas still chirped, but
Things seemed almost mechanical about their sounds.
I listen for the nighttime birds or possums but nothing reached
my ears. Weird.
I murmured to myself. I hastily inspected.
A few more sticks and carried my bundle back to the campsite.
By the time I returned, the sound had returned to normal The
Familiar call of the nearby Birds.
Reassured, me, and I dumped the sticks in the center of the
clearing between the four of them.
My friends had managed to wrestle my My family's giant
tent into shape. Brutus was already snoring
inside. Seemingly exhausted, despite
having done nothing all day. I pulled a matchbox from my
backpack. Lit it and started the fire.
You guys start bringing over some logs for us to sit on.
I instructed my friends as I gently encourage the fire to
grow, once it had grown to an acceptable size.
I stood up walked over to the car.
I grab brutus's bed and a bag of Smells from the back and dropped
it next to the logs calling him to join us.
He stiffly roses pause and lumbered over to it.
Accepting a pat on the head before flopping down on his bed
with an audible flumph. I sat down on the logs end.
Spearing a marshmallow before, chucking the back to Thea, who
had sat next to me. We sat for a while laughing and
chatting eventually I reached down to check the time before
remembering that I thought I'd left my phone in the tent.
Hey, does anyone have the time? I asked Kyle put his hands in
his pocket before freezing and slowly turning to me with a
sheepish. Look Cassie.
What have you done? Normally he'd rolled his eyes at
my instant assumption but this time he just continue talking
slowly. As if trying, not to get in
trouble. I think I left my phone when we
stopped to use the bathroom, we had to stop for a bathroom break
after the dear encounter about 10 minutes before.
We arrived to the campsite because Brutus started whining
and I didn't want to risk him. Doing his business on the seat
will get it first thing tomorrow, I said, shaking my
head and Mild annoyance but Cassie in my train and you know,
I don't have the money to replace the thing.
Can't you just go back and have a quick check fine, but if I get
there and I don't see it. I'm coming straight back.
I briefly consider taking Brutus, but I knew he'd be
reluctant to leave the the warmth of the fire to follow me
down a less than well-maintained path.
Just as I stood up, Kyle motion for me to stop, you can't go
alone. It's not safe.
Maybe all of could go with you jerk.
I thought to myself even deep in the forest in the middle of the
night, he still has to try to set me up.
If anyone should go, it's you, you're the one who dropped the
thing, he shook his head quickly.
Nah, I've got little legs, remember I'll slow you down
especially this late at night, you know?
I'm right, I'm glad you're finally admitting it.
I said with another sigh Olive. Do you mind?
She smiled and stood. Up course, not.
Maybe we'll even see a bird. Like you said, maybe I replied
with a grin. Then you'll wish you had gone.
I said to Kyle, as we walked out of the clearing, he ignored me
as we walk down the track. I kept my guard up constantly
scanning the trees on each side for a sign of any unsavory
people hiding in the night was I worried about confrontation, not
really, not only am I around six foot three.
I'm pretty heavy built especially for a 17 year old and
if I had to punch someone then let's just say it wouldn't be my
first rodeo nonetheless. I didn't want them getting the
element of surprise. Maybe I'm a little paranoid
after all. The track was muddy and uneven
and I had to slow my Pace a little.
So Olive could negotiate through the dips and puddles, as we
chatted I found myself starting to relax a little.
I still kept my eyes and ears open but something about her
smile and infectious laugh made me feel a little less nervous in
the darkness. A few minutes before we reach
the spot, we came across a small stream about a meter wide, not
wanting to get my shoes wet. I leaned over and turned.
Round two are all of was about to jump.
I held my hand out to her and she took it without hesitation.
I helped her cross the Gap and she smiled that gorgeous smile.
Thanks Cassie. She said my heart leaped as she
did and I smiled back, no problem.
Ma'am. I responded jokingly adding a
little bow. She laughed and continued down
the track knowing I'd catch up in a second.
Once we arrived I started to look.
Look around for Kyle's lost phone.
I cast my flashlight beam around hoping to catch a reflection of
either the phone screen or the obnoxious pink case, he kept it
in all of was looking around on the other side of the road her
own beam bouncing around my peripheral when it stopped
sharply I turned around found it.
I asked following the beam of her torch into the trees.
She slowly shook her head. No I I thought I saw something.
Trees. I raised my flashlight scanning
the forest. No sign of movement.
Let's go back. I said starting to head back up
The Path. I don't think the phones here
anyways. She didn't argue just nodded and
followed my lead sensing her uneasiness.
I gave her a reassuring smile, and flipped my torch in the are
catching it holding it like a weapon.
Don't worry. I'll protect you from anyone out
here. She giggled or Anything I nodded
with a chuckle but as soon as I had I felt a cold chill.
She had brought my mind back to Cryptids and I noticed for the
first time that the forest was silent, the birds hadn't made a
noise since we had left. The campsite I couldn't hear
rustling of the small animals in the brush.
And the only thing, my ears could pick up on was the same
mechanical cicada chirps from before the more I listened the
more unnaturally sounded. As if someone was playing a
recording on Loop, I picked up my Pace a little ushering.
Olive forward, she looked at me and confusion as if to ask, why
bit cold. I said, as quietly as I could,
without alarming her, we rounded a corner before all of suddenly
stopped us in our tracks. She inhaled a sharp breath of
air as if she'd seen something shocking, a sense of dread
washed over me as I followed her look to the damage body that
blocked. The path is that a deer, she
asked eyes wide with disgust and fear.
I grimaced, looking it over, I think it used to be, I replied
grimly, it was torn almost beyond recognition broken and
stuff judging from its back. I felt sick to my stomach.
Unable to tear my look from its eyes.
The broken antler on its head confirmed.
What I had feared this was the same deal as before.
I had seen something chasing it in my rearview mirror.
Whatever this thing was it had been stalking us since we had
entered the woods waiting for someone to leave the safety in
light of the campsite I cursed under my breath and realized we
might be in serious trouble. Just as I thought, I couldn't
get any more scared. I Heard a Voice from behind me.
There you go sir. The Voice coming from a few
meters behind us. Was my own distorted and
strained? But unrecognizably mine, I felt
the color drained from my face as it repeated.
What I had said to that little spider only hours before I felt
Olive start to turn beside me. But I grabbed her arm to stop
her, don't look at it, don't respond to it, don't even
acknowledge it. Look down if you can just follow
my lead, okay, I whispered waiting for her, not of
agreement before taking a slow step forward as I slowly stepped
over. Dear, my shoes instantly became
splashed with its Crimson fluids.
All of grabbed my hand and I squeezed, it reassuringly
careful. Not to look at the path behind
us as I did. She stepped over the deer her
breath shaking and we slowly continued up The Path.
Every step we took we heard the crunching of leaves behind us,
my heart raced and my mind reeled with pure Terror.
As I forced myself not to Sprint into the trees, I knew full well
All that, whatever this thing was we couldn't outrun it after
a couple of minutes it spoke again.
Thank you Cassie, I winced as it said my name, the voice, I
loved. Now, striking Terror into my
heart. I heard all of whimper a little
as she heard her own voice coming from this thing.
I squeezed her hand again making sure she knew I was right there.
We walked intense silence. Other than the occasional word
from the creature. When we were only a couple of
minutes from the camp disaster. Struck.
I tripped over a root landing hard on the ground and wincing.
As I felt a rock get my skin. The sudden movement seemed to
excite the creature as I suddenly heard it.
Pick up, its Pace considerably, I leaped back to my feet.
And once again grabbed all his arm before sprinting down the
path, run I yelled. But she was already caught up to
me, my breath was quick and heavy with fear my Lake
screaming. In pain as I was forced to Bear
it with my weight run run, run it repeated my yells over and
over as if taunting us it probably was I felt Panic rise.
As I heard the calls coming closer even if we're nearly at
the campsite we'll never beat it.
I veered off the path, pulling all of with me.
We duck down behind a bush. A few feet from the path, trying
to quiet our heavy breathing. I heard it skid to a stop, a few
feet. Head and turn around sniffing to
try to catch our scent. I silently prayed to any and all
God's. I could think of that.
It didn't find us to my horror. The disgusting.
Sniffing grew closer until it finally stopped inches from our
hiding spot found it. The invitation was just the same
as when I had asked all of his. She had found the phone, but I
knew that the connotations had changed.
It was telling us, it had found us for a few moments.
There was a complete silence in the forest, aside from my heart
hammering in my chest and olives, muffled sobs, as she
buried her face into my shoulder, there was nothing.
No indication. It had moved closer or any
further away. It didn't even bother to fill
the Silence with the fake cicadas sounds.
It had tried to trick us with earlier.
Suddenly it leapt over the bush, where we hid and stood before
us, as much as I didn't want to, we finally saw it in all of its
repulsive. Glory its arms and legs were
ridiculously long and thin its legs bent backwards at the
knees. Like it was some kind of insect
even on all fours. It was a solid five feet tall.
I saw Its Ribs slide under its skin as it took a breath.
It's bulbous veins bulging With Every Beat of it's unnatural
heart. It tilted its head to the side,
bones cracking under the skin, as its neck.
Bent like the joints of a finger, the severed antler of
the deer hung from Its jaws caught between two of its
needle-like teeth teeth seem to sprout at random from its gums,
creating a jagged Minefield of spikes.
And stumps what I initially thought was just ingrown teeth
in chunks of Flesh. Quickly made me sick to my
stomach as I realized they were, in fact, human teeth amongst the
fangs, its tongue hung from its mouth, slick and unnatural, I
avoided eye contact for as long as I could.
But eventually Grab my gaze like a fisherman, hooking in his
catch its eyes were completely human.
So out of place on its pale expressionless face that they
were scarier than any of the blackened holes you hear about.
Could ever be in that moment. I knew it was the end.
I wrapped my arms around Olive for a moment before moving to a
stand, she tried to pull me back, but I was Stronger.
Forcing my shaking legs to hold me up, right?
As a tear rolled down my Zeke, I pulled my knife from my belt and
held it just out of you at my side run, I said, quietly to
Olive, she hesitated not wanting to leave me but after a moment
she did as instructed the creature jolted to the side as
if to go after her, but I held its look and it slowly return to
how it was standing before. It crept towards me sniffling at
me through the holes, in its face, I assumed was its
nostrils, the deer antler dislodged from its teeth and
land. The ground with a sickening
thud, the Unholy amalgamation of human and animal continued to
sneak towards me and the moment it was Within Reach.
I stuck my knife into its pale moldy skin.
It shrieked in pain it's horrific Screech making my ears
ring it flung me into a nearby tree knocking the wind out of
me. It's scuttled towards me and I
close my eyes and preparation for the worst just as I felt its
breath on me. I heard a loud bark.
Working from a few feet behind the creature.
It spun around, and as it did in moved, just enough to let me see
what was happening. Brutus my gentle giant, who had
never so much as growled at a passing cat was snarling, and
snapping its teeth, like some kind of mad dog before it fully
registered. What was happening.
There was a disgusting squelch in the creature once again.
Shrieked in agony, the antler from before protruded from its
left eye black liquid sprayed from Wound as Olive stood over
its body. Good thinking I said before,
leaping over it and making a beeline for the campsite when we
got back. The others had already packed
everything into their car and we're waiting for us Thea who
was in the driver's seat. Honk the horn and recognition
and Kyle flung, the door open and leptin to the back row, all
live Brutus. And I piled into the middle
seat, slamming the door, and all of yelled at Thea to step on it,
the car roared into motion As we race down the trail as fast as
we could go without running the risk of crashing with no
warning, a figure sprung from the bushes and landed on the
hood of the car, with a thunk, as it dented, the metal Thea,
screamed and swerve. The car side to side trying to
dislodge the thing, it dug its long claw-like fingers into the
hood and shrieked, raising one more hand and scratching the
windshield Thea floored the gas and the sudden boost of speed
sent it flying into the glass. Racking it as it did and then it
fell into the wheels of the car. We mowed it down and didn't stop
desperate to get out of there as fast as we could.
I look back in the rearview mirror and watched as it popped
its slime back into place and scurried into the bushes.
Disturbing as it was, I didn't care.
I was safe soon enough. We were free from the forest and
heading back down the dirt road. As soon as we return to the
highway Thea changed her route and within the hour we had
arrived to the nearest hospital Olive in the other is weighted
with me. As the doctors disinfected, the
wound and stitched me up. Despite us being shaken up, to
are very cores. We chatted and even cracked a
few jokes about the thing. Because hey, what else can you
do? My parents arrived a couple
hours later armed with snacks and a few blankets for my
friends and I if it weren't for the term, Attic event only a few
hours before and the fact I was lying in the hospital bed
suffering from blood loss it probably would have been nice
that was a few weeks ago now in case you're wondering yeah me
and Olive got together. I wish it hadn't taken a
horrific Cryptid to get us there but hey that's life.
The car was a pain to get fixed but other than that I'm doing.
Okay. Judging by the group therapy
session Ins. I think we all are one thing's
for sure though. I'm never going into those woods
again. I had heard of skinwalkers
before, but always just assumed they were Native American
versions of werewolves. So I never gave them much
thought until last week, when one of my co-workers at my new
job told me that they were the most feared folklore creature.
He's originally from Utah, so that makes sense.
He suggested some YouTube videos to watch on the subject and
after work that night, I binged about four or five of the videos
I told. Really understand his stance on
them. Now, I live in rural South
Carolina. So completely honest, I wasn't
too worried about the possibility of running into one.
My coworker told me that they're basically a Midwestern thing I'd
be more worried about wendigos. If I were you, he joked to the
day after. I watched the videos, we had a
good chat about skinwalkers and wendigos during our shift, and
just reveled in the creepiness of them.
I mentioned how one of the tail Said that the more you talk
about skinwalkers, the more they're drawn to you.
And he made a sarcastic ghost noise to keep the mood light
that night. I showed the videos to my
fiance. She was way more creeped out
than I was. I became kind of obsessed.
I love scary things and couldn't help.
Watch every video I came across, I discussed skinwalkers with my
other horror Enthusiast friends looked up, Skinwalker, art red
true. Skinwalker stories on.
On Reddit, just dove headfirst into all things Skinwalker.
This went on for a few days until I started feeling a bit
burned out on the subject. I live in a fairly nice
neighborhood where all of the houses are on one side of the
street, on the other side, is the property that used to belong
to the Local Elementary School, the building is on the next
street over. So basically, it was like the
school's backyard or whatever the school shut down about 30 or
40 years ago and the county. Just let nature reclaim it so
directly across from my house as an old chain link fence and just
overgrown, Woods about two nights ago.
While I was outside, I heard leaves rustling across the
street. I didn't bother looking up from
my phone. I live across from Woods.
It was probably a deer, the rustling stopped.
Then it started again and it sounded like, whatever was out
there was running back and forth along the fence line.
Acting like a dog. This caught my attention.
There had been a few rabies cases in the town, two months
back. So a strange dog running around
in the middle of the night was definitely something.
I'd want to keep an eye on. I look up from my phone in the
direction of the sounds and they just stop.
It was like they knew I noticed it I strain my eyes to see what
it was but it was obscured by the overgrowth.
I didn't look away. Must have stared at that spot
for at least a minute. Didn't make another sound,
didn't move again. So, I knew it was still there.
A chill, ran down my spine, and I began to think of every
Skinwalker video. I had watched over the last week
and I felt sick to my stomach. I quickly went inside the next
morning. I took my dog out for a short
walk. She's a pug Zoo named honey and
is like my child, my fiance and I taught her.
That peepee poo-poo means time to go outside to go potty.
It's the cutest thing. Anyway, this particular morning,
I had to take her outside to the front yard to do her business.
She does her business and then walks around sniffing for about
5 minutes before walking to the side of the street and sitting
down. She's never done this before.
So I was a little annoyed. I tugged on her leash lightly,
and tried to coax her back inside the house.
Come on, honey. Got to go poo.
Poo, she didn't budge this dog. Could be stubborn, sometimes?
Yes, but this was something else.
She tugged back against the leash and just stared across the
street sniffing. The air occasionally, it was
then I realized she was staring at the exact spot that I heard
the thing the night before I got Goose Bumps and I quickly picked
her up and began walking back to the house as I got closer.
I noticed something on the ground, on my front steps, it
was one of the Halloween decorations, my fiance had hung
up on our house. Plastic black roses with plastic
eyeballs and spiders on them. The stems were wire so they can
be wrapped around things to keep them.
Secured this flower was torn apart, something had, come on,
my porch, taken down the flower, and torn it apart, leaving it
laying on my front steps. I picked up the flower and threw
it away. I didn't tell my fiance, I
didn't want to freak her out. The rest of the day went by
uneventfully that night, I told Coworker about what happened and
he looked a little concerned but brushed it off.
He said, what I heard was most likely just a dog, and the
flower was probably knocked down by the wind.
I had my doubts, as I was walking to my door after getting
home from work last night, I heard the same panting as the
night before in the clicking of claws.
Against asphalt, I turned quickly to see a dog that looked
like a brown mangy bull terrier hauling down my street.
The street is probably 40 feet away from my porch.
So I couldn't get a great look at it.
But I could tell it was only running on three legs because
one looked mangled, it turned quickly and darted into the tree
line, across the street, through a part of the fence that had
been pulled back. The fence wasn't like that
earlier in the day, that's when I noticed the dog didn't have a
tail, I almost threw up, Skinwalker Legends, say that
when they take the form of an animal, they Have tails.
I tried to rationalize it to myself.
Maybe it just had a stub tail, and I missed it because I was
running. I immediately went inside, my
fiance was sitting on the porch petting.
Honey, she could see. I was upset and asked me what
was wrong. I told her nothing.
Just almost got clipped by a car before I pulled into the
driveway. She got up hugged, me and curse
that person that almost hit me. She asked me if I could take
honey out because she had been Creeped out, by all the spooky
videos we've been watching and didn't feel comfortable going
outside at night by herself. Honey, perked up.
She ran to the door and looked between me and the door whining
excitedly. I stared down at her for a
moment before agreeing to it. I'll just keep her close to the
porch. I thought we walked off the
porch and she immediately tried to walk to the street.
I tugged on the leash and she tugged back eventually, moseyed
her way to the edge of the porch.
It our business after she began walking around.
Sniffing I told her the usual line.
Come on, honey. Got to go poo.
Poo, she hustled at me, stiffed around some more and eventually
started, I was on edge the entire time we were outside, but
being around her helped, calm me down a little.
I then heard it from across the street.
Come on, honey. My voice in the exact same tone
and inflection. As I had just said it, It
sounded staticky like an old radio broadcast but it was
definitely my voice honey. Stop what she was doing and
stood alert. She looked over at me with a
confused. Look come on honey, again my
voice filled across the street honey began whining looking from
me to the woods across the street.
I picked her up and begin walking back up the steps.
Not taking my eyes off the part of the fence that had once been
pulled back, honey. Come the voice sounded firm.
Now, like it was getting aggravated honey.
Squirmed in my arms, whining, I didn't know if she was trying to
get out to go, run to the voice or to run inside.
But I wasn't taking any chances. I turned and bolted up the steps
into the door. As I walked inside, I turned one
last time to look across the street, they're standing in the
part of the fence that was pulled back was the dog.
Its eyes were glowing a dull or Ang and it had its teeth bared.
The fence was all wrong like someone had taken a distortion
tool and just dragged it around random features.
Once again, I didn't tell my fiance stupid horror movie
cliche crap, I know, but I really don't want her losing her
mind. I just told her there's a
strange dog running around in the neighborhood.
So to not take honey out at night later, that night, after
we had gone to bed, I woke up again with the sounds of
footsteps, pacing back and forth Fourth outside my window against
my better judgment. I rolled over to try to see it,
I don't, but the pacing stops. Come on, honey, my voice called
out cutting through the quiet of the night.
I prayed my fiance didn't hear it called out two more times.
Before I heard it walking away, I didn't sleep a wink, the rest
of the night. Today, when I get to work, I'm
going to ask my coworker. What I An do to get rid of this
thing. I'm scared.
I don't think there's a way if anyone knows anything.
Please let me know.