It was a dark and stormy night when I set out on my hiking trip
through the dense and remote Woods of the Sierra, Nevada
mountain range. I had been planning this trip
for weeks and despite the ominous weather I was determined
to see it through as I trudged through the muddy.
Trails, the rain pounding down on my hooded jacket, I couldn't
shake the feeling that I was being watched, I tried to
reassure myself that it was just my imagination but the hair on
the back of my neck stood on end and is shiver ran down my spine.
Fine. As I hiked deeper into the
woods, the trees seem to close in around me blocking out what
little light, the stormy sky provided.
The trail had become nearly unrecognizable and I found
myself relying on my compass and the faint glow of my headlamp to
navigate through the dense foliage.
It was then that I heard the first hole.
It was a deep guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.
I froze in my tracks trying to listen for any other signs of
movement. The howling grew louder and more
frenzied. And I knew I had to keep moving.
I picked up my Pace, barely able to see more than a few feet in
front of me. My heart was pounding in my
chest as I stumbled through the underbrush trying to put as much
distance as possible between myself and whatever was making
that terrifying sound. Suddenly I heard a rustling in
the bushes behind me. I spun around my head lamp
swinging wildly but all I could see were the trees and the
driving rain. I took off running my feet
pounding, the muddy ground, as I tried to outrun, whatever was
chasing me. I couldn't see where I was going
but I knew I had to keep moving. As I stumbled through the
darkness, the howling grew louder, and more frenzied.
It seemed to be coming from all around me, and I knew that
whatever was making that sound was getting closer.
I was panting and gasping for breath.
When I finally saw a glimmer of light in the distance.
I redouble my efforts pushing myself to the Limit as I
sprinted towards the light. Right.
As I burst through the trees and into the clearing, I skidded to
a halt. My heart racing, I was
face-to-face with a pack of skinwalkers, they were tall, and
lean with long, sharp claws, and glowing yellow.
Ice their fur was matted and covered in mud and their
snarling Mounds were filled with sharp teeth.
I stood there Frozen in fear as the skinwalkers closed in around
me. I knew I was no match for their
strength and speed and I braced myself for the attack.
But then, As they were about to strike a bolt of lightning lit
up the sky, the skinwalkers howled in pain and Scattered
disappearing into the darkness. I stood there shaking and
panting as the storm raged on around me.
I knew I had to get out of there but I was too terrified to move.
It was only when the rain began to he's in the howling stop
that. I summoned the courage to turn
and flee, I ran as fast as my trembling legs would carry me.
Not stopping until I reach the safety of my car.
As I drove away from the dark and stormy Woods, I knew I would
never forget the terrifying encounter with the skinwalkers
and I vowed never to venture into those woods again.
I have a small scar directly above my right eyebrow, it's not
noticeable anymore, but when I was younger, people always ask
me about it. I was inspired to write this
when I told the story to my girlfriend and she pointed out
something strange with how I remember it as a kid, I had a
series of dreams and experiences from when I was 6 to about 8
years old, I would get in bed in sometime after midnight I would
wake up, I remember it being strange because I didn't wake up
for a specific reason. I was just awake after a few
minutes of bright white light would appear outside.
It wasn't like daylight or artificial light, it was a
brighter Pure White Light. It didn't hurt my eyes and I
could look right into it. I think this was one of the
reasons I always assumed it was a dream.
I never moved in these experiences either.
I would just sit under my covers and watch after the light came,
a shadow moving towards my window.
It would stand there for a moment.
Completely Motionless. Casting a strange silhouette on
my wall after this, it would push its hands against my
window. The glass would seem to vanish
as the being slipped into my room.
It would always stand in the corner.
Next to my bookshelf. It had a tall thin body having
to Crane its neck forward. As it stood in my corner,
watching me. It's body had no discernible
joints, making it move and appear like it was made of wire
its movements were slow and deliberate almost if after a
while, I would just fall back asleep.
I remember I was never really scared of them.
They didn't do anything scary and they almost felt familiar.
I think as a kid. I just assumed this was a normal
thing, and since I was never heard or startled in any way, it
came off as mundane or uninteresting, the same.
As if my dad were to open my door and check on me while I was
playing the last time I was ever visited everything happened.
Like normal. Not that any of this could be
considered normal, but I remember feeling scared.
As the being approached, he looked more Sinister than
Jewelle looming over me. The face of this being, they had
very large, round eyes that almost protruded from their
head. The eyes were a pure glowing
white dotted with tiny black specks almost like accubow.
The rest of the face was all mouth in lieu of teeth.
They had a large Forest of Bali now, appearing as a gaping, maw,
with millions of hair teeth, the general shape and layout of the
face was similar to an owl. I should point out that no noise
was ever made during these experiences.
It made no sounds as it. In the room was silent in
general. Tonight was different.
Have you ever heard that bugle? Sound that Elks make.
We see them up here during rotten.
It's a very interesting sound. Imagine that but slightly
smoother shifting between all different tones in a rhythmic
pattern. This was the sound the creature
made but it wasn't loud. It was as if the sound were fake
or played from a speaker. Right next to my head I couldn't
feel the sound of that makes sense.
Like I imagined it or something without coming closer.
The An extended. A large Branch like arm be are
made it three quarters across the room in the rest of that
distance was covered. When it unfurled the long
fingers of its previously clenched fist the index finger,
the longest of what was possibly ten to twelve fingers.
Slowly went closer to my face on the tip.
I could see balanced what looked like a small iridescent piece of
glass rainbow light shimmering across its surface.
I remember it reminding me of my mother's engagement ring.
I couldn't move out of fear as the Rest of the fingers, gently
gripped, my face, they felt light an areas if they were
barely, there it felt more like a force than a physical touch,
the finger with the glass pressed onto my forehead,
softly. And I remember a burning pain.
I can't recall if I had Winston pain at the time but remembering
it now. I cringe thinking about it.
There was no blood, I remember touching the spot after ended
feeling hot and tender, like a burn, the bugle still droned on
through this process and I began to almost understand it.
It suddenly I could hear the words in the tones but they
didn't make sense. There were hundreds of words and
is a small child. I couldn't understand any of
them as though week soap. Eurasian kicker irrevocable
derelict first. Where every are a few.
I remember there was no series just single words, hundreds of
them, then like nothing had happened to being left.
My parents didn't believe my story about the small scar, they
told me, it was a dream and I was I tend to believe them, it
became a fear of mine to see them again Over time.
However, I dismissed it as a dream in mostly forgot about
this incident until I was about 14 and I learned about sleep
paralysis and the strange Visions people have that was it
for me. I had my explanation and it's
satisfied me for years. I recently told this story to my
girlfriend and she pointed out that in these sleep paralysis
dreams. The figures never usually do
anything, they'd usually stay still or hold you down, but they
Don't touch you like that. I found this information
alarming and decided to post my story here while I search for
answers and related experiences. I grew up in the Shenandoah
Valley of Virginia surrounded by The Rolling Hills in dense,
forests of the Appalachian Mountains, my parents were
farmers, and I spent my days working the land and exploring
the woods around our farm. I knew these Woods like the back
of my hand and I never felt afraid while wandering among the
trees. But on this particular night,
something felt different. The air was Heavy with a sense
of foreboding and the animals were silent as if they were
hiding from some unseen Danger. I had been searching for a
missing goat all day, following its tracks through the woods, as
I called out its name, the goats were invaluable to our small
farm and I knew my parents would be devastated.
If anything happened to it as the sun began to set, I
reluctantly decided to head back home and continue the search in
the morning. The moon was full and high in
the sky, as I made my way through the dense and quiet
Woods, it's pale light, casting Shadows among the trees.
But as I made my way through the woods, I couldn't shake the
feeling that I he's being watched.
I had heard reports of coyotes in the area and there.
Eerie howls echo through the trees.
At night. I quickened my Pace my heart
racing as I imagine the sharp teeth and glowing eyes of the
Predators stalking me through the Darkness.
At first, I told myself, it was just my imagination but then I
heard a rustling in the underbrush and I knew I was no
longer alone. I turned to face the source of
the noise and that's when I saw it, the creature with the body
of a wolf and the face of a demon, its skin stretch.
Tight over bones, and sinew, its eyes glowed with an otherworldly
light. And it slips were pulled back in
a snarl that revealed sharp needle-like teeth.
I froze in place my heart racing with fear as the creature
stocked closer and closer. I could smell its putrid breath,
as it filled my nostrils, and I could smell the rank stench of
its white hairless flesh. And then with a primal Scream Of
Terror, I turned and ran I could hear the creature behind me.
It's claws, scratching at the ground as it closed the distance
between us I could feel its breath behind me, could hear its
guttural growls as it, drew closer and closer.
I don't know where it came from or what it wanted with me.
All I knew was that I had to get away, had to find safety before
it was too late. So I ran my feet pounding, the
ground, as I fled from the terror that lurked in the
shadows and eventually I emerge from the woods, my heart racing,
and my breath going and gasps. Even now as I sit safely at home
and look out at the peaceful moonlit landscape, I can't shake
the feeling that Something is out there waiting for me in the
darkness. The memory of that night will
stay with me forever. A constant reminder of the
dangers that lurk in the shadows.
I was out on a routine job patrolling, the remote area of
the park when I saw it, the small but unmistakable opening
of the cave since it wasn't on any of the maps.
And it was my job to check things like that out.
I wasted no time in taking out my flashlight and heading
towards the smaller, but manageable Cave opening, that
was wide enough for me to step through without having to
crouch. Down the cave was situated in a
clearing close to a pond. The opening was located right in
the middle of a wall of sandstone and was fairly we
unremarkable looking no sign that it was dangerous or out of
the ordinary. Since the opening was barely
wide enough for several people to step through that meant the
cave had never been turned into a mine.
There was also no garbage lying around or any other traces of
recent human activity. So for all I knew I was the
first human being to set foot in this cave.
In, who knows how long the feeling came with a sense of
exhilaration, I'd never felt before.
So, I took a deep breath switched on my extra strength,
flashlight and steadily Started walking inside my first few
steps in the cave were Beyond cautious aside from the fact I'd
never been here before. The terrain was very steep.
You could feel it slowly descending further into the
Earth. Since I didn't want to lose my
footing and go tumbling down. I kept casting the flashlight
beam around because despite the intense glaring light it
provided the darkness in the cave was unlike anything I had
ever seen before. I'd been in the forest at night,
many times, but this far exceeded that Darkness was dense
after enough. Careful steps.
The Descent became smoother and the floor, leveled out the cave.
Floor itself, was rough in some spots and smooth and others.
You could tell where the elements had weathered away
parts of the land and made a smoother path to walk.
The temperature had also dropped significantly down here and I
could now see the many impressive stalactites and
stalagmites, dotting, the Cave, the rough descent had been
replaced by a fairly even path straight forward, but there
wasn't a ton of space to walk. Around here a small group of
people could squeeze through, but no more than that, my boots
occasionally crunched on gravel. But apart from that, the cave
floor was empty. Almost completely clean seeing
how untouched the cave was. It can't help but make you feel
like an insignificant Speck in the vast scheme of the universe.
The cave was not only far older than I was.
It would be here long after I was gone especially because the
cave seemed endless, the more I explored.
The more I got the sense that I was making no.
Progress at all. A look at my watch.
Told me I'd been down there for about an hour.
When the Narrow Path opened into a massive chamber and the site
made me gasp the entire space was filled with water and the
walkway served as a makeshift bridge to the other side.
The walls were rough-hewn in Jagged virtually everywhere.
You looked there had been plenty of impressive stalactites in the
cave but the ones dangling from the ceiling.
Here were massive so precise and sharp-looking.
It seemed impossible that they had occurred naturally.
Some of them were Polly touching the water that filled the space.
I had no idea how deep the water was but in the thick Darkness,
it looked unnervingly deep. The walkway that went from one
side of the cavern to the other got rougher here, but it still
looked a steady in whether it is before, so being more careful of
where I step than ever. I slowly began to cross the
cavern. I was almost halfway across.
When I heard the sound of a rock, hit a cavern wall and
splashed into the water, the sound in the empty space.
Seems so incredibly loud. I almost jumped.
Jumped. Once I was sure of my footing, I
carefully shined the flashlight around to check, there was
nothing no signs that anything at all had happened but on this
job, you learned that just because everything looks fine,
doesn't mean nothing is going on the hair, standing up on the
back of my neck. Told me everything I needed to
know. I didn't dare take another step
forward, if anything I was slowly adjusting my footing to
turn back around. I was just about to go back the
way I came when I heard it, the sound of Voices at first, I had
no idea what it was. I hadn't heard a single sound
before. Now, aside from my own
footsteps, ignoring the chill slowly washing over me.
I slowly began to walk back across the cavern.
I'm not sure if it was just my imagination, but as I did, the
whispering got louder. The creepiest, part was how the
voice seemed faintly familiar, not enough.
So I recognized it but enough that it was unsettling, the
worst part was that I had absolutely no idea where the
voice It was coming from the Acoustics of the cave.
Made it seem like the voice was both everywhere and nowhere.
At the same time. I was almost completely across
the cavern when I cast my flashlight around and saw it
there on the left side of the cavern, in the middle of the
Dark Water, was a shadow with my heart pounding, in my chest and
the grip on my flashlight. Slick from sweat, I carefully
turned in AIM, the beam directly at it, the water illuminated was
a murky gray but the shape was as dark as it had been without
the flashlight. I No idea what the shape was.
It was completely solid but it wasn't any sort of animal and it
didn't look remotely human, it just hung there floating just
below the surface. If there had been the slightest
suggestion of human activity here, I'd say it was garbage, a
blanket or some clothing that fell in the water, but I knew
that wasn't the case. The site made my stomach
clenched, but then with my flashlight still aimed right at
it. It disappeared.
There was no movement or any disturbance in the water.
It just vanished. T' that was my cue to leave.
Once I was safely across the cavern and On Solid Ground.
I ran out of there as fast as I could due to the numerous rock.
Formations, I had to maneuver around, it seemed to take an
eternity. I periodically check behind me
to make sure there was nothing there.
And while there never was, I could never shake the feeling
that something was watching me after what seemed like a
painfully long time. I finally arrived back at The
Cave opening, then came the difficult task of maneuvering.
What was An uphill Climb by. Now, I was drenched in sweat and
the climb did nothing to help that, but taking care with where
I stepped. I eventually was standing at the
mouth of the cave with day light shining through.
I gratefully walked out into the sunshine and looked down into
the cave. As I did, I swear, I saw a
figure walk past on the cave, floor below.
The when I looked back, it was gone.
Once I caught my breath. I radioed the cave Discovery
into the station and some other rangers came out to check it
out. One of them was my My supervisor
Jack. I told them I didn't see
anything, but one look at me and my demeanor told them.
Something was up, Jack was no, stranger to the unusual things
Park Rangers can encounter on the job.
So, with him, in the other two Rangers listening, I told them
what I saw and experienced down in the cave.
When I was done Jack's at there, quietly, for a moment, doesn't
matter. If it's 2022 or 1822 things,
still go bump in the night. He said, in his deep steady
voice, I don't disagree. Ordered.
I'm sure you don't. Wait, I won't pretend, I saw
what he saw but I believe you saw.
What you saw nature can be and often is a very scary place.
No kidding. One of the other rangers agreed,
there's a reason this cave looked so Untouched by people,
no sign of animals. Either none Jack shook his head
at that. That's the sign.
Something is off animals, Don't Go Near something, that means
people shouldn't either. So, we'll mark this cave as
dangerous. Go back to base and lob the Find
now, let's get out of here. I went camping out at Trinity,
Lakes this October and Idaho, my brother and his mom's family,
told me how great it was out there.
I figured if we went on a weekday that late into this
year, we could be alone, truly be out on a nature experience
after doing nothing but stay in the city for the past few years.
What I was not told was that the road out, there was a two-hour
crawl through dirt roads, the final ten miles of which are
practically animals Trails on the edge of mountains, it is a
very rough trip in a big 250, red flag, number one in
hindsight, but by the time, the roads got that bad.
We were so far and I was committed.
We would do this and it would be a unique experience for both of
us. I eat those words, when we
finally made it to the first Campground area on the smallest
leak, we just wanted to get out of the truck and couldn't take
much more. Bone-shaking rock crawling.
So, we did that. Meaning, we were in a different
spot than where him and that side of the family had camped.
Farther up at the big leak everything with this.
Setup was standard and we had gotten what we wanted.
We were completely alone. Only the fire, Watchtower two
miles back and over a mountain. If anything went wrong.
This should have been red flag number two but we figured we had
enough gear and knowledge. If a bear or a cougar came
along. Another important thing was the
rules of that area saying no guns.
So we didn't bring one not even as a last resort kind of tool
red flag number three, not one hour after setting up camp all
the way I hear a snap off on the other.
Side of the empty, Campground. While me and him are talking.
He doesn't notice, but I look back and see two giant.
Antlers. I knew what it was immediately.
I rushed him quietly into the truck and a big bull moose,
Sprint's into view behind the truck.
We did not know there were moose out there and they had not seen
any wind camped at the main Lake grounds earlier in the year.
We were not that scared because he ran off immediately after we
got some good footage of him. By the lake, we just thought it
was a rare chance encounter and were kind of an odd.
The experience. Since I knew how crazy dangerous
moose are, but never bothered researching the details on their
behavior or anything like that big mistake.
Not immediately packing everything and getting out while
we would still have enough daylight to we hop out of the
truck, make sure he's long gone and continued are now much
cooler. Nature trip relaxing and taking
photos almost three hours later. I hear that same kind of
cracking but a lot more of it and it's approaching our
campsite quickly. We are not close enough to the
truck with how fast it's coming. So I pull my brother into the
tent and just stay perfectly still.
I didn't even want to breathe is 5 or more moose with two bulls
that seemed to be chasing each other around sprinted, past our
campsite on both sides. We could only see out the front
flap of the tent and determine whereabouts outside of that from
the footsteps. And what I assume were mating
calls this time, we were not so excited about it.
Merely crapping bricks and just praying.
When we got out of the tent, that there wouldn't be a lurking
mousse, that hadn't gone with the rest of, Them there wasn't.
But now there was not enough light left to pack everything
and get out safely. We no longer felt safe and were
constantly on edge. Knowing at any moment we may
need to get to the truck and have to be aware.
The plan was now to pack up as soon as morning broke and we
just had to make it till then when night came we actually
relaxed again thinking that with a fire up and it being night,
surely we were done with any possible moose in the area.
We just wanted to eat and smoked our cigars around the campfire.
We had our fire going, strong, ate our food, and had our cigars
ready. However, we needed a bit more
firewood to last for our smoke before bed.
So we made a small trip, it was pitch-black in that Forest even
with our eyes adjusted. The second we got away from Camp
to the area. We had been Gathering from me
and him were both on edge again, we just got that feeling like
something was watching us just on the edge of the light from my
phone. So we hurried up scurried back
to the campsite like you just turned off the stairs light.
And breathed a sigh of relief. The fire was safe.
Nothing was out there, everything was fine.
Then the bone-chilling crunch of one of the thick branches.
We had dropped in our hurry, just on the edge of the fire
late directly behind us. Every single Instinct and
reactionary. Fiber, in my being activated,
right, then the only word I plainly and coarsely told my
brother was par, I had already made two strides to the truck.
My brother told me after the fact, the way that word left,
Mouth took me out of freeze mode.
It was the most direct fear-induced command I've ever
received, to both our horror, the truck had Auto locked, the
one or two seconds, it took for me to Fumble.
The keys out of my tight Wrangler pockets and hit that
button felt like. Hell, we jumped into the truck
and I scrambled over him as he slammed the door to fling.
The headlights on right there right in front of the fire.
We had just been standing at Abu staring the truck down, but the
part that makes this all so much more messed up.
Up. He didn't look like a normal
moose. The fur was all patchy and it
looked discolored. Like he was rotting on the
outside but still easily taller than the lifted truck.
I watched him. Slowly, walk out of the
headlights back into the darkness while staring at us.
I turned off the lights immediately.
So our eyes could adjust and we could see around the truck at
least we were freaking out and filled with adrenaline still,
but doing so quietly. Neither him, nor I can agree on.
If these next occurrences were just a shared parenting.
Well we're not for nearly an hour at 10 p.m. in the night.
We heard heavy footsteps just slowly moving big circles around
the truck. Eventually we stopped hearing
anything at all and the forest was completely silent.
We crack the windows to make sure deafening silence, no bugs,
no frogs, no owls, nothing we sat there, an additional 30
minutes listening for anything at all but still silence,
neither of us wanted to do it, but all are warm gear was in the
tent and it Is dropping 228 that night.
We would not fare well, in just our normal clothes.
So, slowly, we open the doors and started to sneak to the
tent. The moment we did footsteps on
my side of the forest, coming towards us.
Both of us, fly back in the truck.
Clicking the lock button, like maniacs.
I couldn't take it anymore. I nearly lost my cool but knew I
had to keep it for my brother's sake to.
It was stalking us. Is it even a moose moose, don't
do this. It's almost midnight.
Night. What is happening?
We kept throwing these statements around to each other
trying to rationalize what we were experiencing and how our
nice Escape From the City. Had turned into a horror movie
with the unnatural look of the moose that we thought had been
keeping us trapped in the truck for an hour and a half.
We started talking about it being a skinwalker even some
might think this would freak us out more but starting to make
things a supernatural event and joking in our dark sense of
humor is what helped us calm down.
We We were still shaken to our core though, and the fear was
stronger than the bite of the cold.
That was setting, in no way in hell, where we leaving that
truck again, until it was morning.
And we could see he managed to fall asleep at around 12:30, but
the forest was still dead silent and it put dreaded me, it wasn't
until nearly two that all of a sudden crickets and the
occasional who'd of an owl. The normal forest sounds came
back and I had stayed up until the temperature reached its
bottom for the night. I turn the heater on full blast
for a few. To stop the unbearable chill.
So I could sleep waking up and repeating that every 45 minutes
to keep us warm until morning. Then I opened my eyes to light
and shook him awake. We packed in 15 minutes and
left. I'm not a story writer.
So I'm sorry if this is a sloppy.
Read if anyone reads this long post at all, but nothing has
strike such a primal fear. In me ever, I've had guns
pointed at me. Other dangerous encounters with
animals. None of those compared to the
terror this Didn't caused. I fear going into the woods at
all or going camping again. The world is filled with Tales
of strange creatures that share this world with us myths,
Legends tall, tales and urban legends stories told around a
campfire at night to a disbelieving audience, despite
all the stories, most people seemed to dismiss them
occasionally, something turns out to be true, like the Giants
quits. But in a time of cameras and
phones, everywhere, it seems hard to believe any of the
bizarre. Could be out there.
Unrecorded, maybe in the depths of the ocean or the most.
Isolated spots in the Amazon, but not around civilization, not
in the places. Humans call home, I used to
believe the same, I used to be a skeptic who didn't believe in
anything that didn't have a scientific article behind it.
I wish that we're still true because ever, since I found out
about what really exists out there, I haven't had a night of
good sleep. Let me explain.
I'm not putting my name out there, but you can call me Robin
for convenience and I was born in a small town, 22.
Years ago I won't say what it's called or where it is.
It's not my place to give away the information of others
suffice to say. It was an ordinary Town
surrounded by thick, forests endless Meadows, and giant Farms
hosting, God knows how many cows my childhood was dull and
uneventful. I got a normal family with my
two siblings and a small neighborhood with just enough
kids to have play dates with. I didn't have many friends, and
my relationships with my siblings were strained, but I
wasn't lonely much. After High School, I went to a
big City University. Got a degree in something.
I'll probably never use and made my parents proud.
My parents had messaged me less and less over my four years at
college, and the last two years, they got me in apartment that I
stayed in over the Summers as well.
Any time we got together those last two years, they came to me,
I didn't think much of it. I was never the most observant
when it came to people, it was when I decided to go home the
summer after my degree that they panicked.
They didn't ban me from coming home but they hinted, I should
stay away. I came anyway, it hurt that.
It seemed they didn't want me at home now.
I know they were protecting me that's when it all started.
The first thing I noticed was The Emptiness.
My hometown was never the liveliest place and it had its
fair share of poverty. But the people there were happy
for the most part kids chilled out adults went to the bar and
people enjoyed their honest work it was dull to me but to those
who like the quiet life, it was a lovely place.
You could always see people walking around downtown and the
hot spots for getting together usually had people there.
None of that was the case. Now everywhere was all, but
deserted employees that used to wave.
Hello stayed inside the Hangouts were empty and even the bar only
had a small handful of drunks from the moment.
I crossed the county line to when I pulled into the driveway.
The number of people I saw not working could be counted on one
hand, even though it was a weekend afternoon, I found it a
bit odd. Odd.
But I was focused on getting home as I parked in my driveway.
I noticed the second odd thing, most of the neighborhood had
overgrown grass. The once neat, Lawns were filled
with weeds and some of the dry grass was reaching the height of
my knees that got me suspicious. It being a sacred American
tradition to keep your front Lawns as neat and green as
possible. I looked past it in my
excitement to get home. I knocked on my door, I heard
footsteps. And then I saw my mother look
through the bedroom window. Next to the entrance hallway.
Peeking at me, that was the third odd thing, for as long as
I've lived at home, my parents have never checked, who was at
the door before opening it around here.
Only a few paranoid, people did that, did get my nervous,
attention had something happened, a burglary, perhaps,
whatever. The reason she gave a look of
what almost seemed like fear before, closing the blinds and
walking to the front hallway, the door unlocked and opened.
My parents were both standing there.
R. And For a Moment, I Saw sadness
on their faces, then they both hugged me and my problems were
forgotten. I won't bore you with the
details, but suffice to say the next few hours were what you'd
expect from a family reunions. Lots of catching up in tearful
hugs and a happy dinner. When we weren't busy, getting my
things in order the whole time, my parents seem somewhat
subdued, but when I asked them, what was wrong, they insisted
everything was fine. I didn't believe them, but I
didn't push it. Nothing.
Interesting happened until After dark, when my parents and
siblings went to sleep and I stayed up in my room for a
couple of hours, reading a book, it started with a light, a
bright white Speck appeared in my window, casting a glare
through that Disturbed me while reading with only my nightstand
light on. After a couple of minutes of
irritation, I got up to close the blinds in my room.
That's when I saw the light outside the window, it was in
the distance. Just above my backyard and I
couldn't make out what it was all.
I could tell was that it Was all but blinding.
When I look directly at it, I made to close the blinds, but
before I fully closed, then I saw the light, get bigger, no,
not bigger closer. It must have been in the
neighbors, large cattle, farm to the back of our neighborhood and
it was slowly approaching as it did.
The light began to change color flickering from white to Blue to
yellow and then back again and it became to dance.
The ball twisting from side to side and floating in circles.
I should have closed the blinds and been done with it.
But I couldn't, I was mesmerised.
I lost all thought as I spaced out seeing double, as the light
dance differently. In each eye, I started to hear a
whispered chanting too soft to make out the words, there were
at least two voices. Maybe three, their voices were
harsh growling like the wind as the light got bigger, the voices
got louder until their chant was also being screamed in my years
but they never changed from a whisper and no matter how close
it got, I couldn't understand anything they said Ed the lights
blinded my entire field of sight.
The chant thundered into my ears.
I saw nothing else. Heard nothing else.
It became everything. Then I blacked out and
remembered nothing. The next moment I was conscious.
I was alone in a meadow with flowers and grass up to my
waist. I felt rather than saw that
because it was near midnight in the middle of nowhere, with only
the moon and stars to illuminate the earth.
I don't know if you've ever been far from civilization at night
but if you have, you know, it's all but impossible.
Possible to see anything. So I had no way to see more than
the nearby field and didn't hear anything except for distant
crickets. And I was utterly alone with
nothing on me. But my clothes, I tried to stay
calm, my breath heightened, and I felt dizzy, but I forced
myself to focus. It wasn't too cold out and I
wasn't going to freeze. And in the darkness, I'd have no
idea where I was going, whether I was getting closer or farther
to people. If I stayed where I was until
morning, I could use the daylight to navigate.
Back to some place, I knew, or at least a road I could follow.
So I sat down and did my best to avoid panicking somewhere to the
far front of me. I heard rustling through the
grass. I figured it was the wind
although I felt no Breeze. Then I heard footsteps loud
slow, footsteps. Each one was a few seconds
apart. And as they got louder closer,
the ground began to tremble. I panicked, I got up and ran to
my back not caring where I might arrive but only concerned with
Being whatever was causing those footsteps.
I stumbled and tripped in a few places earning me scratches
around my ankles, I didn't care. All I needed was to run but no
matter how fast I ran the footsteps just got louder, they
never stepped up their Cadence yet.
They Shrunk the distance to me. I admit, at this point, I was
crying. I had only face situations like
this in my nightmares suddenly the field brightened.
And behind me I saw a white light.
It didn't move or change color. Yes but somehow I could tell it
was the same light from my bedroom window, The Whispers
returned this time, not in tune with each other but each
shrieking each scream sent a white bolt of pain through my
head I turned around again in the light was a little closer.
I started to yell for help. Oh God, someone help me, not
original. But it was hardly the time for
originality from behind. I heard what sounded like
laughter but in a deep in human voice I looked back in the light
couldn't have been more than 30 feet away.
The next time I look 25 then 20 by wailed into the night for
help ahead of me. I heard new noises and I saw a
second light from close by. I stopped running for a second
before sprinting to my left in the now, head high grass almost.
As soon as I switched I ran right into a third light.
It was a flash light behind. It was a man.
I recognized I'll call him Jim and he was the owner of a farm
inside the county, but a few miles outside town.
He leaned down and offered. A hand run.
Now he yelled, I got up and followed him.
The second light was the flashlight of his wife who had
brought a large Cow by a rope around the neck.
She threw the Rope down and together the three of us ran, I
heard a loud crack. Not even 10 feet behind me and I
looked back. I wish I hadn't some thing more
than 10 feet tall was standing right behind me in front of it.
Was a light attached to a long antennae hanging in front of its
face. Its face was made of what look,
Like meat and bones mashed together, it had no eyes, no
nose, no ears, it had only a massive mouth hanging open in a
mocking grin shattered. Bone served his teeth, going
back into the darkness at the back of its mouth and its body
was the same like raw meat and crunched bones all mashed
together in pack tightly enough to allow for support with
one-handed, grab the cow and lifted it up.
Its head lean forward and ripped the head right off the cow, gave
a loud grunt of fear before its head was Shattered and the only
sound was the Flesh and Bones being ripped apart with both
hands at lifted to cow up above its head and tore it in half,
then it brought the cow Parts in its left hand forward and began
eating again. Come on, we have to go.
Jim shouted. I realized I had been standing
there in shock. I stumbled forward turning
slowly away from the thing and began running as fast as I could
after a while. The footstep started up again in
the distance, but we had gained ground and had I saw The porch
light of what I assume to be Jim's house.
The three of us ran in. Before his wife, slammed the
door. I stopped to catch my breath and
noticed, all of the windows were shut in their house.
Not only that, but every light was on in the TV was blaring
noise. I could hear the footsteps.
No more. Are we safe?
I asked as safe as we can be now Jim replied for some reason.
Most of these things don't come in homes.
They'll snatch you right up? If you look outside though,
how'd you get there in the middle of our field?
Anyways, I explained to them everything I could, they seemed
unsurprised by any of it, although they did look
understandingly. As I described my Panic while I
did this. Jim made me a cup of hot coffee
which I thanked him for after, I was done explaining, it was
their turn dark things have begun to haunt the night.
A few years ago, they said at first, it was all rumors and
Tall, Tales few believed stories of being stranded in the dark
sleepwalking, they thought were seeing things creep along the
farm to steal. Cattle coyotes are other
Predators, they thought then a couple of years ago, the first
death occurred, some man named Aaron.
I had only heard of was found ripped into five pieces.
Outside his home along the sidewalk.
The concrete was cracked next to him.
People thought a serial killer was on the loose, but over the
next few weeks disappearances in corpses appeared all over the
county, more people reported seeing things outside in the
night and slowly. But surely people realize the
night was haunted. Now, He went outside when it
seemed dark people rarely went out in the day other than for
Necessities either. After a couple of children
disappeared in broad daylight, people tried to get the word
out, but nothing worked. No cameras or phones work near
anything odd and any online mentions were quickly deleted or
lost to the depths of the internet.
The people of my home county were isolated scared and dying
and now, I was living with them that morning.
Jim drove me to my parents house, who had already called
the police Everything got under control and I calm down.
Once I reached family in the daytime, but it hasn't stopped
the nightmares ever. Since, I got back these past
months, things have been horrifying, I even tried to move
back to my apartment. First before finding out, my
landlord was evicting me. I'm searching for a new home,
but who knows? When that will work out.
In the meantime, I've done odd jobs around town and asked more
questions, whatever was out there, and I heard a lot of
ideas terrified me. Me.
But it also intrigued me. God forbid, I be interested in
something normal. I think I know what these things
are. They are the creatures of
Legends of myths and urban legends and spiritual Traditions
long since lost the things that make us feel weak and alone.
The things that remind us, we are not in control, I think they
are coming back or maybe they never left and were just hiding
or living elsewhere but they were back in my home now and
everyone. I loved was in danger.
I don't know if anything is happening.
Happening where you live? Maybe were alone in this.
Maybe we aren't but if you're luckier than us.
Just remember this. The next you go somewhere alone
in the dark. We are not alone anymore.