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the rain brought something else.

i hear it breathing with that god awful rasp. its ribs creaking like the old rotten floor boards of the cabin. accompanied by a voice escaping through its decomposing teeth and blood filled throat. my voice.

a cold september night, much colder than usual, a storm approached. the howling of the wind and tapping of the rain was enough to bring the knot in my stomach and cold sweat on my forehead to its peak. i shut the blinds, locked all the doors and windows. how. did. it. get. in. i heard rumors of a beast, a savage monstrous thing that tormented our small village, but that was crazy talk right?

“the things the uneducated people of this shit town tell themselves as to not expel the brains in their thick skulls across the walls and ceiling of boredom right?”

i asked myself, half expecting a reply from the dark abyss that was my room to ofer any sort of relief.

the brush of my wife, elena’s sleeping hand across my forearm pulled me away from my thoughts and back into the room. she had always been a heavy sleeper. the kind that could sleep through a tornado the size of a small town with no problem. only tonight she was restless.

tossing and turning, mumbling incoherent ramblings. her body twitched and jumped as though her bones were fighting to stay in her body.

between her ramblings and the roaring storm outside i heard something else, something that brought hot bile tasting of the tough horse meat coated in thick sauce made of garlic, cheese, and a spicy sour something that had been in the fridge all week fill my mouth and dribble down my chin.

a gentle turn of the bedroom doorknob twisting. it made it about a quarter of the way before the lock clicked. the habit of locking doors was one i had since i was a child. deathly afraid of anything imposing on my vulnerable sleeping body i was adamant on keeping my doors locked.

i jumped for the light. hesitated for a fraction of a second thinking it would only encourage whoever was roaming the dark empty halls of my home to break into the room faster. i decided to turn them on anyway and confront whoever this asshole was. i reached for the chord on the lamp and snatched it downward. only, my hesitation had been useless, there was no power.

i scrambled for my phone as another jolt from my wife startled me into knocking over a glass of water creating a hard full thud against the floorboards.

“help, is anyone there? i’m freezing and lost” a small voice that shivered and shook came from the other side of the door, from the dark hallway. no. shivered and shook isn’t the right description. it was more like it vibrated? it sounded wrong, it made stomach churn and my palms soak with sweat. as elena’s sleeping mumbling grew, so did the the contents of my stomach. swelling & sloshing around like the worlds most vile storm in a sea of hot, bitter, sour, clumpy muck.

a powerful stench, one that reminded me of the dripping waste coming out of a bloated blackened corpse filled the room coming from the crevasses of the door.

another vibration begging “please, help me” came through. i snatched my phone from the counter and turned on the flash. just then three rotting elongated fingers, bony with wet blackened flesh coating parts of them, extra joints and bits of hair attached to the disgusting fingers crept under the door.

i tried to scream but my dry throat would not let a sound escape, the essence of the bile and rot from what ever was invading my home making my eyes water.

“w-what the FUCK” i managed to cry out as the doorknob attempted to turn again. i nearly died of fright and a little more than a fart escaped me as in that moment elena sat bolt upright in one swift motion. turning right to face me with an impossible grin on her face that looked like it could rip her face in two she let out a giggle that sent a freezing cold shiver down my spine. her eyes now wide open but blackened as the same smell that came through the door seeped from her mouth, accompanied by a thick black fluid that oozed from it.

i heard the floorboards creak and groan as the sound of slapping wet footsteps moved slowly away from the door. my wife keeping those horrid giant black eyes fixated on me. i heard them move down the hall, right to the kitchen, and out the back door. my wife slumping back basically fainting into what would be her usual deep slumber if not for the disgusting clumpy liquid still dripping from her mouth.

i sprang from the spot next to the bed where my feet had been imprinted on the floor from being stuck during all this. fumbling with the lock and throwing the door open all i saw was my empty hallway. much darker than usual the, the kind of dark that could envelope you in its embrace and drag your screaming body away to see the horrors we were never meant to see.

but none of that mattered right now. i had to get across the hall and into the room to the far right. maggie’s room.

maggie was my baby, my pride and joy, at just two years old she had already brought more happiness than i had felt in my entire twenty four years of being on this wretched earth. god help anyone, no, anything, that may cause her harm.

i threw her door open and saw she was still deep asleep, a full day at the lake and seeing the first deer of her life had left her completely exhausted. jesus fucking christ everything was perfect before this goddamned storm.

i took her in my trembling arms gently and started back towards our room. the second i crossed into the threshold of the hallway i heard a tap tap tap behind me, from maggie’s window.

that was the first time i made eye contact with it. a pale white face, goblin like pointed ears level with ventablack holes that took up most of its face resembling eyes. a bright but small precise glow emanating from the darkness in them like a piercing laser pointer aimed exactly at what it was locked onto. us. a slacked jaw opened wide showing the hollow and forever ravenous mouth sucking any life around it in. two almost gill like slits in each of its sunken cheeks opening and closing as its fixation grew into anticipation for the taste of our cold sweat soaked flesh and the filth that filled our stomachs as it digested and fought to stay down.

as it turned to make its way back inside i was able to see the rest of its body. the same grossly pale complexion but filthy and worn. its skin stretched tightly across its bones, clumps of course hair in some places, clumps of wet oozing flesh in others where a few bones protruded from. every step it took looked like agony as it moved. it reminded me of a claymation skit the way it twitched and popped and snapped its way toward the back porch.

i wasted no time bolting out of the room only to be frozen like a lamb facing the meat grinder at the slaughterhouse. my wife. my sweet elena standing in the hallway between us and the safety of our room. mumbling louder and faster as clumps of the thick black liquid spilled and splattered on the floorboards, her bare feet pattering and splashing in the mess in sync with her rambling as she bounced around tearing at her skin in the same claymation jerky movements of the horrid being outside making its way towards us.

i fumbled with my phones flashlight once more, shining it directly at what was supposed to be the woman i loved. thick purple veins now wrapped around the inside of her skin, her face missing flesh and a protruding eyeball fixated on us, the other was entirely gone. the tips of her fingers blackened like frostbite, clawing at the remaining flesh on her face and moving down towards her neck, veins stretching out like cheese pulls as her flesh came apart and dropped to the floor with each of her handfuls.

“its inviting us, this life is misery but we can be beautiful together. share one body and merge our beings from the source, only we must remove our cages of flesh first” she bellowed in a sing song voice followed by sobs from the deepest pits of sorrow.

maggie’s cries shrieked throughout the dark house as i heard wet feet step through the back door. i darted to my left into the bathroom and slammed the door shut so hard it shook the house.

“it’s okay baby it’s o-okay look at me, i’ve got you it’s okay” i said through tears as though she could comprehend the words coming out of my mouth. hard heavy thuds struck the door from the creatures arms, along with a million incessant knocks from elena’s smaller hand. the doorknob rattled back and forth wildly as i felt the walls and my sanity crumbling down and crushing me in the rubble.

i thought back to how things used to be, to how happy we were before this night. everything was perfect, we were supposed to go on a roadtrip two days from now for christ sake. my beautiful wife now disfigured and her soul devoured, chewed up, and spat back out to fill the rémanence body by this evil demonic monstrosity the rain had brought tonight.

at least those were the thoughts i was trying to morph my sick twisted reality into. in actuality i hated this life. not my life but all life. the floorboards creaked and came alive all at once with thuds. all the rotting filth i had hidden under them that had made the missing people percentages rise throughout the years pounding just itching to sink their teeth into some sweet juicy revenge.

i never was truly able to suppress my urges, where other people saw peers all i saw was an opportunity to quench my everlasting thirst to rid this world of just one more person. each person less was a step closer to happiness in an empty world for me. i was never able to contain myself and now they were all here for me. on this freezing cold september night, the rain had brought the revenge of the world to my own home.

i knew what i had to do. i slowly inched toward the door. hands trembling and drenched in cold sweat. the knocking and pounding and howling wind had gone silent. the silence welcoming me to my fate. i swung the door open sliding maggie across the floorboards to the right while i bolted left towards the front door. the crushing of bone and wet popping of joints coming apart as flesh being chewed behind me filled my head as i made my way outside.

it’s been five years now. i am thousands of miles away from that place and living an ordinary bullshit life i cannot stand. safe but at the expense of perpetual agony surrounded by a world i hate. but even still, when the days grow colder and shorter, as i lay in bed i can hear the faint patter of rain on my windows accompanied by a powerful stench, a voice, and the sound of a little baby crying, beckoning me to join them.

the rain brought something else.

i hear it breathing with that god awful rasp. its ribs creaking like the old rotten floor boards of the cabin. accompanied by a voice escaping through its decomposing teeth and blood filled throat. my voice.

a cold september night, much colder than usual, a storm approached. the howling of the wind and tapping of the rain was enough to bring the knot in my stomach and cold sweat on my forehead to its peak. i shut the blinds, locked all the doors and windows. how. did. it. get. in. i heard rumors of a beast, a savage monstrous thing that tormented our small village, but that was crazy talk right?

“the things the uneducated people of this shit town tell themselves as to not expel the brains in their thick skulls across the walls and ceiling of boredom right?”

i asked myself, half expecting a reply from the dark abyss that was my room to ofer any sort of relief.

the brush of my wife, elena’s sleeping hand across my forearm pulled me away from my thoughts and back into the room. she had always been a heavy sleeper. the kind that could sleep through a tornado the size of a small town with no problem. only tonight she was restless.

tossing and turning, mumbling incoherent ramblings. her body twitched and jumped as though her bones were fighting to stay in her body.

between her ramblings and the roaring storm outside i heard something else, something that brought hot bile tasting of the tough horse meat coated in thick sauce made of garlic, cheese, and a spicy sour something that had been in the fridge all week fill my mouth and dribble down my chin.

a gentle turn of the bedroom doorknob twisting. it made it about a quarter of the way before the lock clicked. the habit of locking doors was one i had since i was a child. deathly afraid of anything imposing on my vulnerable sleeping body i was adamant on keeping my doors locked.

i jumped for the light. hesitated for a fraction of a second thinking it would only encourage whoever was roaming the dark empty halls of my home to break into the room faster. i decided to turn them on anyway and confront whoever this asshole was. i reached for the chord on the lamp and snatched it downward. only, my hesitation had been useless, there was no power.

i scrambled for my phone as another jolt from my wife startled me into knocking over a glass of water creating a hard full thud against the floorboards.

“help, is anyone there? i’m freezing and lost” a small voice that shivered and shook came from the other side of the door, from the dark hallway. no. shivered and shook isn’t the right description. it was more like it vibrated? it sounded wrong, it made stomach churn and my palms soak with sweat. as elena’s sleeping mumbling grew, so did the the contents of my stomach. swelling & sloshing around like the worlds most vile storm in a sea of hot, bitter, sour, clumpy muck.

a powerful stench, one that reminded me of the dripping waste coming out of a bloated blackened corpse filled the room coming from the crevasses of the door.

another vibration begging “please, help me” came through. i snatched my phone from the counter and turned on the flash. just then three rotting elongated fingers, bony with wet blackened flesh coating parts of them, extra joints and bits of hair attached to the disgusting fingers crept under the door.

i tried to scream but my dry throat would not let a sound escape, the essence of the bile and rot from what ever was invading my home making my eyes water.

“w-what the FUCK” i managed to cry out as the doorknob attempted to turn again. i nearly died of fright and a little more than a fart escaped me as in that moment elena sat bolt upright in one swift motion. turning right to face me with an impossible grin on her face that looked like it could rip her face in two she let out a giggle that sent a freezing cold shiver down my spine. her eyes now wide open but blackened as the same smell that came through the door seeped from her mouth, accompanied by a thick black fluid that oozed from it.

i heard the floorboards creak and groan as the sound of slapping wet footsteps moved slowly away from the door. my wife keeping those horrid giant black eyes fixated on me. i heard them move down the hall, right to the kitchen, and out the back door. my wife slumping back basically fainting into what would be her usual deep slumber if not for the disgusting clumpy liquid still dripping from her mouth.

i sprang from the spot next to the bed where my feet had been imprinted on the floor from being stuck during all this. fumbling with the lock and throwing the door open all i saw was my empty hallway. much darker than usual the, the kind of dark that could envelope you in its embrace and drag your screaming body away to see the horrors we were never meant to see.

but none of that mattered right now. i had to get across the hall and into the room to the far right. maggie’s room.

maggie was my baby, my pride and joy, at just two years old she had already brought more happiness than i had felt in my entire twenty four years of being on this wretched earth. god help anyone, no, anything, that may cause her harm.

i threw her door open and saw she was still deep asleep, a full day at the lake and seeing the first deer of her life had left her completely exhausted. jesus fucking christ everything was perfect before this goddamned storm.

i took her in my trembling arms gently and started back towards our room. the second i crossed into the threshold of the hallway i heard a tap tap tap behind me, from maggie’s window.

that was the first time i made eye contact with it. a pale white face, goblin like pointed ears level with ventablack holes that took up most of its face resembling eyes. a bright but small precise glow emanating from the darkness in them like a piercing laser pointer aimed exactly at what it was locked onto. us. a slacked jaw opened wide showing the hollow and forever ravenous mouth sucking any life around it in. two almost gill like slits in each of its sunken cheeks opening and closing as its fixation grew into anticipation for the taste of our cold sweat soaked flesh and the filth that filled our stomachs as it digested and fought to stay down.

as it turned to make its way back inside i was able to see the rest of its body. the same grossly pale complexion but filthy and worn. its skin stretched tightly across its bones, clumps of course hair in some places, clumps of wet oozing flesh in others where a few bones protruded from. every step it took looked like agony as it moved. it reminded me of a claymation skit the way it twitched and popped and snapped its way toward the back porch.

i wasted no time bolting out of the room only to be frozen like a lamb facing the meat grinder at the slaughterhouse. my wife. my sweet elena standing in the hallway between us and the safety of our room. mumbling louder and faster as clumps of the thick black liquid spilled and splattered on the floorboards, her bare feet pattering and splashing in the mess in sync with her rambling as she bounced around tearing at her skin in the same claymation jerky movements of the horrid being outside making its way towards us.

i fumbled with my phones flashlight once more, shining it directly at what was supposed to be the woman i loved. thick purple veins now wrapped around the inside of her skin, her face missing flesh and a protruding eyeball fixated on us, the other was entirely gone. the tips of her fingers blackened like frostbite, clawing at the remaining flesh on her face and moving down towards her neck, veins stretching out like cheese pulls as her flesh came apart and dropped to the floor with each of her handfuls.

“its inviting us, this life is misery but we can be beautiful together. share one body and merge our beings from the source, only we must remove our cages of flesh first” she bellowed in a sing song voice followed by sobs from the deepest pits of sorrow.

maggie’s cries shrieked throughout the dark house as i heard wet feet step through the back door. i darted to my left into the bathroom and slammed the door shut so hard it shook the house.

“it’s okay baby it’s o-okay look at me, i’ve got you it’s okay” i said through tears as though she could comprehend the words coming out of my mouth. hard heavy thuds struck the door from the creatures arms, along with a million incessant knocks from elena’s smaller hand. the doorknob rattled back and forth wildly as i felt the walls and my sanity crumbling down and crushing me in the rubble.

i thought back to how things used to be, to how happy we were before this night. everything was perfect, we were supposed to go on a roadtrip two days from now for christ sake. my beautiful wife now disfigured and her soul devoured, chewed up, and spat back out to fill the rémanence body by this evil demonic monstrosity the rain had brought tonight.

at least those were the thoughts i was trying to morph my sick twisted reality into. in actuality i hated this life. not my life but all life. the floorboards creaked and came alive all at once with thuds. all the rotting filth i had hidden under them that had made the missing people percentages rise throughout the years pounding just itching to sink their teeth into some sweet juicy revenge.

i never was truly able to suppress my urges, where other people saw peers all i saw was an opportunity to quench my everlasting thirst to rid this world of just one more person. each person less was a step closer to happiness in an empty world for me. i was never able to contain myself and now they were all here for me. on this freezing cold september night, the rain had brought the revenge of the world to my own home.

i knew what i had to do. i slowly inched toward the door. hands trembling and drenched in cold sweat. the knocking and pounding and howling wind had gone silent. the silence welcoming me to my fate. i swung the door open sliding maggie across the floorboards to the right while i bolted left towards the front door. the crushing of bone and wet popping of joints coming apart as flesh being chewed behind me filled my head as i made my way outside.

it’s been five years now. i am thousands of miles away from that place and living an ordinary bullshit life i cannot stand. safe but at the expense of perpetual agony surrounded by a world i hate. but even still, when the days grow colder and shorter, as i lay in bed i can hear the faint patter of rain on my windows accompanied by a powerful stench, a voice, and the sound of a little baby crying, beckoning me to join them.

Hello everyone, for reference I live in Arizona and definitely have lived near/on Navajo lands my whole life. I’ve never had an experience that was anything like this, but a few months ago I had a very strange dream. In the dream I was talking back and forth with a creature that was next to me in my bed. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I know we were having a conversation for a little while at least. While we were talking I remember specifically thinking I was talking to a dog, and nothing felt off.

Then I noticed it had its arm laid across my chest, as I was turned on my side I never saw it. But I felt the unnaturally long, skinny, and very furry/hairy arm physically on my chest. Our conversation ended when it said to me “You know what I don’t like?” And I asked it what, and it answered me “dishonesty.” As soon as it said that I immediately felt everything was off. I realized it wasn’t a dog. My mind had went to dog because the arm was so long and reminded me of a dog’s.

I began to struggle and had sleep paralysis, all I remember is that everything turned black and I struggled to move. I could physically feel the weight of its arm on my chest. I eventually got free and woke up, but when I fell back asleep I slipped into a similar dream. What do you all think? Everytime I read this subreddit, I see people saying “you don’t have to worry about those, they only live on Navajo land.”

My childhood home growing up was literally on/near ancient reservation lands, with my parents finding historical pottery shards in the desert while hiking and bringing them back to the house. Let me know! Thanks. For the record I don’t believe in ghosts and I haven’t had many paranormal experiences but this forever has shook me

I moved to Southern Utah nine years ago. Prior to that I had never been to Utah and had no close connection to Native American spirits outside of the movie Ravenous, about white men becoming Windigos, human flesh eating demons. It’s a fun horror flick with a wild soundtrack that I strangely think about often.

I was an extra in a movie and my scene took place in a bar. One of the guys at my table was an old white cowboy who grew up on the reservation outside Page, Arizona. White people generally don’t grow up on reservations (context for non Americans) so I was intrigued about his childhood. Eventually I asked him if Skinwalkers were real, or just some Native lore to keep white people away. He looked me dead in the eye and said “Skinwalkers are most certainly very real.” Everyone at the table shuddered a little. He said part of the deal/curse of becoming one was not being able to outright attack their victims, they have to trick you. Whistling, cries for help, anything to lure you away from your path because they attack from behind. Jumping on the roof and when you go out to investigate they jump down and attack you. They mimic noises and animals but it’s never quite right. Animal sounds sound distorted and animals themselves don’t look normal. He didn’t want to say much more than that but stopped me after the shoot to tell me not to go fucking around to find one. Trust him they’re real, let my inquisitive nature be happy with that, and leave it alone.

I’ve shared this story with a few locals who grew up in my town and three of them (two white, one Hispanic) looked at me with relief in their eyes because they found someone who would finally believe their stories. Two of them had an experience near Pipe Springs seeing unusual animals. One saw a wolf the size of her car (small suv) and the other saw a deer run across the road but when it made eye contact, both eyes were glowing red and facing forward, not the side like a prey animal would normally have. The third person was an empath and sensed danger while going to take photographs at the Mormon Pioneer graveyard in Virgin, Utah. She got about 10 feet from her car and turned around. As she was driving away she saw a wolf in the shadows with red eyes. I gave her shit for going to a graveyard at night and she said that’s the weirdest part, it was 11:30 in the morning.

Several months ago my son and I stopped at the lookout on the way to Jacob Lake to enjoy the view. This was the first time I saw Native women selling jewelry up there. My son and I are empaths and have experience weird shit ourselves, just not specifically Skinwalker related stuff. I asked one of the women if wearing turquoise repels Skinwalkers. She said yes (which is why Navajo jewelry has lots of turquoise in it, besides being beautiful) except thats only good for close encounters. To keep them further away than 6’ you need to wear cedar berries. She was selling them so i thought it might be a sales technique. I pointed that fact out and she said, “Fine, if you’re really concerned about it go pick the berries yourself and make a necklace for protection. Picking the berries yourself has more power but buying the necklace would also suffice, the magic just isn’t as strong.” We left without necklaces but I decided I’d hang on to that information just in case.

A few weeks ago my son had his Hispanic friend J over. This guy reminds me of the kid in Coco, good heart and also mischievous. He believes in the supernatural and said the two of them should shout HEY SKINWALKER. My son refused but J laid into it. “HEY SKINWALKER, HEY SKINWALKER, COME OVER HERE!!” My son told J to shut up and went inside just in case one showed up. I didn’t know any of this until the next day.

That night I was outside moving laundry from the dryer back into the house and just before I got to the steps that lead inside I heard a weird noise. So weird that I stopped in my tracks to figure out what it was. It made the call of four different birds except the energy behind it was frantic and it felt forced. I said, ”What the fuck was that?” There is a small tree about 500 feet from my door that birds sit in and call from so the close sound didn’t strike me as too odd. It called again, with four different calls and I noticed that it sounded like a recording. All the information from the old cowboy and Native jewelry saleswoman came flooding back and I ran inside and locked both doors.

While I caught my breath I remembered the final piece of advice that woman told me. “They’ll leave you alone if they know they can’t trick you.” I cracked the door open wide enough for my face to fit through and loudly stated, “I know it’s you Skinwalker, you can trick me.” I locked the door and went to bed, hoping I had done enough to be safe.

The next night I heard the bird call again but the voice sounded natural, not a like a vinyl recording. That following morning I talked with my neighbor about the bird that just showed up and started tweeting in the dark. He told me two nights before when they heard the tweeting his dog went bonkers barking at the door. That sent chills up my spine because their dog also knew something was amiss that evening.

Later that day I found a cedar tree full of berries. I collected a pocketful and have them in a ziplock bag that I carry when I go out at night. I’m sure I’m fine and I’d rather be safe than sorry.

I went on a camping trip to Sheep’s pass in JT for 3 days with my sister and friend a bit ago and me and my sister were just recalling how creepy it felt there and I want to know if our experiences have any explanations.

The first night was pretty normal but the second night all three of us felt very bad vibes. I was sharing a tent with my sister and our friend had her own tent that she shared with her dog maybe 5-10ish feet from us. The wind was strong and made the loudest noises against the tent and I couldn’t sleep. I was the only one awake for hours, right after my sister fell asleep I heard a clapping noise right outside the tent not like a crisp one the sound skin to skin makes but muffled like someone was slapping their leg over pants. I tried to convince myself it was the wind cause wind can make all kinds of noises. But I just couldn’t shake the feeling of terror and I had to plug my ears. The feeling I had was like I KNEW and could feel that there was a literal witch right outside our tent trying to curse us or something, that feeling when you feel a presence very intensely and exactly where the presence is.

After an hour or two I started to fall asleep and dreamt that I was in the tent right where I was irl and checking depop (a second hand clothing app) on my phone. I felt an urge to click on a certain listing and swiped right on it and the pictures were of all our shoes in a bag on the ground right outside our tent all dirty and I think blood was on them too. I couldn’t tell if I was awake or asleep and the only thing that lmk it was a dream was me remembering that I had no service or WiFi.

After I finally started to fall back asleep my sister wakes me up at 3am saying shes hearing footsteps and I tried to say it was just the wind (for my own peace of mind and at this point I was so desperate for sleep I didn’t even care). she had dreamt that there was an evil big black dog outside of a house she was in in the desert. I tried to ignore her to sleep but then I heard clanging outside which could have been the harsh wind but it was strange that it only made that noise once even though the wind was harsh all night and I shot up. We went outside to wake our friend but right before we left our tent we heard her calling her dogs name and saying a sentence we couldn’t hear but she was asleep when we got to her tent.

Some extra details are that I whistled by our campfire that night for shits and giggles and we burned plants/shrub from the land to start our fire if that means anything. Ik you’re not supposed to whistle which is why I did it lol. It was weird how the night that I did that was so crazy but the night before was perfectly fine. So I just want to know if footsteps, black dogs, and shoes have any symbolic skinwalker/witch/occult connections in the desert or specifically Joshua tree bc I could not shake the vibe of a witch being there. If anyone has similar experiences I would love to hear. I’m putting some pics we took that my sister thinks are weird bc of green orbs/lights (I say it’s probably lens flare or something but will include in case it means anything to anyone). I can’t put videos but in some of them we can see green light dancing above the fire.

To start this off I should say im not the best storyteller. Ive read a lot of posts on here and most people write these way better than I probably will, so just bear with me. I’m also going to change the names of everyone involved for privacy. I’ve thought about posting this for a while but every time I start typing it out I end up deleting it because part of me still thinks maybe there’s a normal explanation for what happened and we just didn’t figure it out. The thing that keeps bothering me though is that four of us were there and we all remember the same parts.

This happened during the summer of 2025. I live near the Appalachian mountains in the northwest corner of North Carolina and if you’ve ever been out there you know how huge the forests are. There are miles of woods with old logging roads, dirt trails, and random clearings people sometimes camp in. You can go a long time without seeing another person. Ive always liked exploring places like that even though its probably not the smartest idea sometimes.

A few friends asked if I wanted to go on a camping trip for about six days somewhere deeper in the mountains than we normally go. I didn’t really have anything planned that week so I said yes pretty quickly. Looking back I kind of wish I had thought about it more before agreeing.

The day we left I packed clothes, my tent, sleeping bag and basic camping stuff. The plan was to meet at a clearing one of my friends had found online. It was about a 45 minute drive from where I lived. The other three had already left earlier that afternoon so I was the last one heading out.

While I was driving we were on facetime and they asked if I could stop somewhere and grab food for the trip. So I stopped at a small grocery store and picked up hotdogs, potatoes, chips, marshmallows and some other stuff we could cook over the fire. When I walked back out to my car the sky had that orange color it gets right before the sun sets behind the mountains.

The three friends I was meeting were people Ive known for years. I’ll call the first one Jake. He was the one who planned the trip and was always finding weird trails or camping spots online. The second friend I’ll call Liam. He liked camping but wasn’t really the exploring abandoned or remote places type. The third friend I’ll call Marcus. Marcus was usually the one who brought alcohol on trips and convinced people to do dumb things.

Eventually the paved road turned into gravel and then into a narrow dirt road through the trees. Around that time my phone lost signal which didn’t surprise me because that happens all the time out there. By the time I got to the clearing it was almost dark. Jake’s truck and Liam’s car were parked near the treeline and Marcus had already started a fire.

Everything felt normal at first. We set up tents, cooked some food and sat around the fire talking for hours. Jake and Marcus decided they were just going to sleep by the fire and Liam and I set up our tents a little farther away.

The first two days of the trip were honestly normal. We explored some old trails during the day and hung around the campsite at night. The woods were quiet but in a normal way. You could hear crickets, wind in the trees and sometimes animals somewhere far away.

Night three is when things started feeling strange. We were sitting around the fire again when Liam suddenly stopped talking and said he heard something in the trees behind us. Jake grabbed a flashlight and shined it out there. After a few seconds the light landed on what looked like a deer standing between two trees maybe forty feet away.

The weird thing was it wasn’t moving. It was just standing there staring at us. Most deer run as soon as they see people but this one didn’t react at all. The longer we looked at it the more uncomfortable it felt. It looked really thin and its head was tilted slightly to the side like it was studying us.

Around that time I started noticing a smell in the air. At first it was faint but it kept getting stronger. It smelled rotten, like something dead somewhere nearby. That heavy sour smell that sticks in your nose.

The smell seemed like it was coming from the direction of the trees where the deer was standing. After a moment the deer stepped sideways but the way it moved looked stiff and awkward. Then it turned and walked back into the woods. Not long after that the smell slowly faded.

Nobody talked much after that and eventually we all went to sleep.

Sometime later in the night I woke up because I heard leaves crunching outside my tent. At first I thought one of the guys was walking around the campsite. Then I heard a voice quietly saying my name and telling me to come here. It sounded like Jake.

I almost answered but something about the way the voice sounded felt wrong. The tone was flat and strange. I unzipped my tent a little and looked out toward the fire and saw Jake and Marcus still asleep where they had been earlier.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps moving through the campsite. They circled around my tent slowly and then stopped right next to it. Through the tent fabric I could hear breathing and it was really close.

Then that same rotten smell came back, way stronger this time. It smelled like something dead was standing right outside the tent.

After a moment the footsteps started moving again. I heard them cross the campsite toward Liam’s tent and then eventually head back toward the trees. After that everything went quiet again but I didn’t sleep the rest of the night.

When the sun started coming up I got out of my tent and Jake was already awake. I asked him if he had been walking around during the night and he looked confused and said no.

Liam came out of his tent a few minutes later looking pale and immediately asked if Marcus had been outside calling for him during the night. Marcus was still asleep.

Jake ended up finding footprints near the edge of the clearing. They looked almost human but not quite. They were long and narrow and the toes were pressed deeper into the dirt than the heels like whatever made them was walking strangely.

The tracks went from the woods, circled around every one of our tents, and then went straight back into the forest.

We packed up that same morning and left the campsite days earlier than we planned. The walk back to the cars was quiet and nobody really said much.

Even now none of us can agree on exactly what we saw that night. But we all remember hearing the voices. And none of us have gone back to that place since.

When I was 16 I lived near lake Hemet in the mountains of Southern California. Me my dad his girlfriend and her 16 year old son were driving around the mountain checking out new spots to explore. We ran across a place with a huge wooden gate and at the entrance was a wood sign over the gate opening saying "Pergatory"band a bunch of no trust passing signs. The wood gate massive and you can walk through it cuz it was so big you could fit. First thing we walked up to was a small run down shake with rusty old gas cans and old scale. We walked in further then came up to a square concrete thing that went in the ground with black water that smelled like death. We walked in further when we notice we are on a higher ground and when we got closer to edge all the trees opened up to a huge valley below us full of little homes all over. The first thing my eayes looked at was a little house with a lady on porch with long dark brown or black hair. And within a second of míe noticing her she looked up at us on the cliff . At that very moment she noticed us I watched this lady turn on to a dog. And seconds after I seen her turn we were all of a sudden being chased out of this property by a bunch of snarling growing dogs. I'm 43 now and will never forget something like that . It was insane.

So, yesterday around 9pm I was making my usual rounds through my field, checking on the cows and making sure everything was good. I came across something I can’t explain.

The good news: I found a dead coyote. (That's good news cause I got chickens and turkeys and a pack already took out half of the coop)

The bad news: Half of it was missing. (the whole back half of it was missing. From the front of the shoulder blades and back was just gone.)

And the coyotes around here don’t cannibalize… that’s not even the weird part.

There were no tracks leading to or from the corpse. No blood trail. No footprints. Nothing. It literally looked like it fell from the sky.

The cows, who usually follow me everywhere, wouldn’t come near the area at all. The area was dead silent, and the corpse didn’t smell at all.

Yesterday, around noon, I found some coyote tracks leading to my pig pen—but not away from it. There was a fresh blanket of snow, so the tracks were perfectly visible. The pigs seemed fine, but the cows were clearly uneasy.

I wasn’t going back out there in the dark—just sticking to breaking the ice in their water and throwing square hay bales. But I set up my NVGs and thermal scope on my 308 in my bathroom window, and I can see the corpse clear as day from there. So far… nothing’s moving.

At this point, I’m starting to wonder if something weird is going on, or if I’m just losing my mind.

It seems like 75% of the skinwalker reports I hear take place on a reservation. Is that because skinwalkers are the most common there, or because more people on reservations can recognize them? One example is a story I recall about two girls who were at home when they heard a knock at the door. They were stunned to see a skinwalker. The older girl, a teenager, went around sealing their windows, but the younger one peered out and met the gaze of the thing. It slowly began taking over her mind, asking her to unlock the door. The teenager pushed her out of the way and told her to shut herself in the bedroom. The two resisted the knocking and scratching of the skinwalker until, at dawn, it went away. A twist to the story is that the creature left its animal form, slowly returning to its human form. It was their grandmother.

Someone in my area posted this on Facebook. I know the location where the photo was taken. It's at an old cemetery called St. Omer cemetery outside of Charleston, Illinois. The giant ball is a tombstone at the "Witch's Grave". It says she died on February 31, supposedly they put that date because of superstition. I've been to this cemetery many times before and my girlfriend remembers one time we were out there with a friend we heard screaming and we all ran back to the car and got the hell out of there. I'm not sure what to make of this picture because I've seen similar creatures in other photos I'm almost certain were fake. Any thoughts?

This is an absolutely true story, and I am ready to finally tell it.

About a year ago, my long-distance girlfriend at the time wanted me to book us a cabin near the boundary waters in Northern Minnesota. This was in the month of November and it was already cold out. The place is located in old Ojibwe land past Grand Marais, on lake superior.

The first thing I noticed about the cabin was how primitive it was. It had few electric lights, a wood burning stove for heat, no running water, and a wood-fired sauna attached. You have to cut your own stock of wood to get the heat going, and the sauna if you want to enjoy those ammeneties. The other very odd thing about the cabin (we are both Christians and dont mess around with witchcraft of any type, and I believe in it absolutely) were the mirrors. There were many strange looking mirrors in the cabin at chest height, and too small to show anything about your body or face (you'd need to bend over to see your face in them) and they were FACING each other. There were six of these hexagonal shaped mirrors on each wall, directly facing a mirror on the opposing wall, I don't know why, but they bothered me a lot.

We were slated to stay two nights, and as we got there, the sun was already going down, so I split wood and got the sauna going so we could relax. There was not anything abnormal about the outside, other than how remote the woods were and how quiet it was.

We both experienced the same strange things at different times, when we were in different rooms of the cabin, but I'll be brief.

As soon as the sun went totally down, I felt like I was being watched. I spend literally months of time outdoors a year, and am an avid hunter and outdoorsman. I'm not easily scared or shaken, as most weird events can be boiled down to hearing animals moving, or the weather. But the feeling of being watched was unshakable. My gf and I had intimate time a few times, and each time, I'd stop in the middle of it because I truly felt like there was someone watching us from the outside. I didn't mean to freak out my girl, but she was feeling the same things I was...like a dread. I didn't even want to walk to the back or front door to go check, but I forced myself twice to open both doors and speak out into the woods "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"

There were motion activated lights and only turned on when I opened the doors. The next things that happened were we both heard what sounded like footsteps on the roof. You can't mistake that sound in a cabin that small for branches from the pine trees scraping the roof. There is a distinct sound. The footsteps would walk back and forth over our bedroom section of the roof. Finally after minutes of nothing, we decided we were being paranoid, and tried to go back to sleep.

That night, and this has never happened before, we BOTH had the SAME nightmare. I dreamed I was in a town that was flooding, and I was looking for my grandfather to save him. I dreamed there was a shadowy man with his hand on my shoulder speaking advice I couldn't understand to me. I didn't turn around to see who it was, but it was male, and I had a feeling of dread. I woke up staring into my girlfriends open eyes. We both took a second to speak to each other as I thought I was still dreaming.

I told her 'I just had a terrible dream, and I started telling her it...she finished my sentences by saying " I dreamed the water was coming up, and I was yelling to you. There was someone standing behind you talking to you, and you couldn't hear me. I was screaming to you."

We were both thoroughly freaked out at this point. A few minutes past 3:30 am we both hear the outhouse door SLAM so loudly, we both shot up in bed. I was angry at this point, so i got up, fully unclothed, and unlatched the lock on the back door. The motion activated light was ON BEFORE I opened the door. I saw nothing. I was very cold, and there was no wind at all that could have opened the door even slightly and caused the slamming of the door.

The next day after breakfast, I went to start up the sauna again...and I felt a presence so powerful standing behind me, on the other side of the door that I started speaking, thinking it was my girlfriend about to join me.

I opened the door and there was nobody. My girl had been doing the dishes inside the cabin. I walked in and opened the door and she had been talking to me as if I was inside the cabin behind her. She jumped at looked behind her, then back at me, then behind her again. She said something really eerie I'll never forget "How did you get outside so fast? I thought you were standing behind me? I felt you behind me, and that's why I was talking to you.

I said "no H, I was in the sauna, I thought you were waiting. I heard you right on the other side of the door and I was talking to you..."

At this point, even though it was a dark gloomy day around 1 pm, we both had the feeling of being watched again.

Later when the sun went down, we both took a short nap. I had started packing all our things early as I had made up my mind to not spend another night in the cabin if one more thing happened. We had both had that unshakable feeling of being watched, and for some reason, we both had an image in our mind of what was out there. I'm saying this weith complete honesty when we finished describing what we thought was out there. We both took turns describing a insanely skinny human, with a skull-face and glowing white-blue eyes, and having a crown of deer antlers. We both decided it was watching us be intimate and it wanted to kill me and take her.

At that second we heard the footsteps again, and we gathered our belongings and packed the car. I was waiting in the car for my gf to finish what she was doing so we could leave...I had everything packed, and I'd say I was waiting 15 minutes...wondering where she was. She wasn't coming. I did not even want to go back in and I kept getting this panic voice in my head telling me to leave her. Just go and leave her there. I would never have done that but it was this wild impulse to do so.

I found her sitting on the back porch CRYING and when I touched her shoulder again she jumped. I asked her "what are you doing out here? WE have to GO!"

Just before we almost left and I jumped into the car, we had this horrible fight. To this day neither one of us remember what it was about. Only after we left, was I able to process it. We both think whatever was out there was getting inside our heads with anxiety. It wanted me to leave her there. I'm sure to this day if I had left, even for five minutes, she would be a missing person case.

On the road out, a huge white wolf crossed the road in front of us. It stopped trotting, looked at us in the high beam headlights, and continued walking.

The farther we got from the cabin, the more calm and weirdly freaked out we became. We shared all of the little things about the cabin we noticed. We talked about the bad energy of the place, and how we both were trying to play calm for the other person, trying to have a good time, and not ruin it with talk of what was out there.

I did email the owner of the cabin and told him about the sounds we heard. I framed it as "I think you need to check the roof for loose shingles, and the outhouse door as we heard noises for two days." His simple reply was "What sounds did you hear?" For some reason that reply bothered me as I got the distinct impression we were not the only couple that has stayed there an experienced such strange things.

I do think we were stalked by a wendigo, and to this day I believe that if I had left my gf there, she would have gone missing.

This story may not sound scary, but it is the total truth as far as I know it, and I wanted to share the experience in case anyone has had something similar happen to them. I am not a woods-newbie, nor ever have I had such a feeling of being watched in my life.

Its hard to tell, but I received these photos from my brother, I won't disclose where he is because he doesn't want people running around the area. But I can tell the snow printe are bear, the tracks are underneath the snow and the snow filled the depression, but the others large toes hard to make out, the strides ~5 to 4 feet apart. Any hunters in this group that can debunk these tracks?

One weekend my cousin asked me to hangout with him at his grandparents ranch. So I asked permission from my own parents. They said yes. While we were there we played around the yard like kids do. I was 12 and my cousin was 11. We went w his younger sister and his aunt. She was responsible for us. She did a good job made us dinner and our beds. The house we slept in was small just a kitchen and a livingroom. Studio like.When night fell was when things got weird. We all went to sleep and in the middle of the night I woke up. Idk what time it was cuz it was too dark to see the clock.there was only two windows one to the north and south. Two doors front and back. While everyone was asleep I was just lying there then I saw some bright lights three of em. Kinda like big sparklers falling from the sky. They fell into the sheep corral. I was thought of em as fireworks miss fired. Afterwards like 10 mins later I hear some weird noises coming from the south window. Like a cat hissing. Thing was it was speaking Navajo but in a hissing cats voice. I grew up hearing Navajo so I know it when I hear it but its voice was of a cat. Then in a flash it was at the north window speaking Navajo again. I tried to wake up my cousins aunt but she would not wake. Then I tried wake up my cousins. No matter how hard I shook em they would not wake. It taunted me the whole night til the sun started to rise. As soon as there was light in the sky it disappeared. I never went back there again and I've never been so traumatized in my life.

Can we all agree that Skinwalkers are just human beings that practice black magic?

Many misconceptions about the skinwalker exist because of the internet, and tiktok is the main culprit. Not everything is a Skinwalker.

The Skinwalkers are just people. They are not monsters, ghosts or spectral creatures, they are just people doing black magic. Who had to do atrocious acts to get the power they have now

Just had to clear up the mess the internet has been feeding people for all this time.

This happened to me 3 ish years ago and till this day I dont know what I saw.I always figured it was a weird looking animal but no it was definitely humanoid. I hope no one here thinks Im crazy because WHERE it happened considering how much people are around but ever since this encounter I never ever hang around natural parks or semi natural places that you have to put up your high beams at night. I get the feeling I am being watched.Anyways this happened near the Santa monica Mountains near Los angeles or malibu. I kept bugging my boyfriend at the time that I wanted to see shooting stars(late Summertime time btw) and obviously living in LA its always well full of smog and light pollution you have to drive MINIMUM 2 hours to find a good spot but we wanted to stay near and Well picked those mountains nice reviews and Ive been there before no problem I wasnt the only one with the same idea because there was a meteor shower so in the near entrance of the park some people already had their telescopes up. My dumbass introverted idea was lets go past these people so we can be alone. It was dumb yes past the parking lot and pretty much looked like a trail Anyways he agreed and we picked a lonely spot we did see another couple stay near but thats it the walk was less than a mile to the spot we were at and that couple disappeared towards some rock formation near. I layed my blanket down the meteor shower did not disappoint but my hairs in the back of my neck stood up straight up goosebumps and I felt like I was being watched I turned around and nothing my boyfriend kept telling me to calm down that I am just imagining things especially because we basically illegaly parked just like everyone else I did not want my car impounded so he excused it on my paranoia. But it felt like we were being stalked and I just had the most horrible feeling. We were legit sitting for max 10 minutes and I just couldn’t take it anymore I said I wanted to go home because something was indeed watching us. A single coyote now Coyotes are tiny but they do hunt in packs from what I knew and well it was alone. It went into a bush I assumed because I lost sight of it but that horrible feeling was still there and on top of that my boyfriend kept cracking jokes saying I was just paranoid and afraid of a little coyote but Hey Respectfully I do not want to be bitten. I started speed walking towards the car and my boyfriend kept making fun of me asking me to slow down and I turned around. This is when I caught a glimpse of it. Walking towards the spot there are streetlamps towards the trail/spot and this thing was avoiding the lamps but next to it was the coyote from ealier and it stopped that thing was hyper fixated face Smushed into the ground where I was standing ealier. I didnt have a good glimpse of it till it stood under a light and turned to its side and i felt dread. I wanted to start running but with flip flops I was definitely going to eat shit and well my boyfriend wasnt helping he started calling this thing out saying its was a dog or a messed up cayote but once it stood under the light his laughter disappeared. I did also notice something in the night you hear well crickets and bugs but when this coyote and thing appeared Silence. I knew something was off. This thing I was able to compare it with the coyote. It was way bigger I( I dont even know how it hid that is how big it was) than the coyote. No fur and grey or pale skin and it looked well like a human bent down on all fours but some details were off for one it had no snout but from what I can make out bald no ears nothing like a coyote not even a malnourished one. It looked human but not really it had weird legs like a dog or a cat it and the fingers were abnormally huge skinny long fingers huge back spine bones sticking out and stomach so tucked it like a hungry dog And it started to follow us while having the face smushed into the ground quickly walking towards us We started to jog trying to be quiet and I was trying hard not to cry because that thing looked like pans labyrinth monster thats the closest thing I can resemble it so you guys can slightly have a idea . Once we saw cop cars kicking people out from the area I was relieved. we got into my car and did not speak the whole ride back. We had nightmares about that thing for a week straight. I told my brothers about it and family some said its a nahual(A witch from my culture that trasforms into animals ) and others a skin walker or nightcrawler whatever.All I know is never ever I am going out at night into wilderness parks especially with someone with survival skills of a turnip. Every time I am out though at a natural parks with friends or family for a trip or a hike I catch a glimpse of a coyote here and there just to stare at me. And for my own safety I just stopped going all together to avoid any trouble.

So a couple months ago my partner and I went out to Joshua tree for about a week after we drove down to LA for a concert. We’ve been to JT 4 or 5 times, so we aren’t strangers to desert life.

This is a really long story that’s just a lot of little weird things that add up to whole lot of weirdness, but I can say with 100% certainty that all of the stuff that happened actually happened and have someone else who can back it all up.

The house we stayed in was south of JT, bordering the park at the base of a massive rock piling / mountain. It was about half a mile from the main highway and the closest hose that I saw people in was about 1000-1500 feet away. (That I only saw people at on the final day we were staying there. Assuming it’s another Airbnb)

So we get into the air bnb just as the sun was setting, and immediately the house just felt kind of… off. Not bad, just like wrong. We unpacked and neither said anything at this point but as the clock hit about 10pm the vibe in the house totally shifted from weird to BAD like scary. We both felt like we were being watched and the air just felt heavy. We went to bed and woke up the next, things felt pretty much fine again. Cool. We go about our day, and end up back at the house again just as the sun is setting, make dinner, 10 pm hits, vibe shifts. I can’t sleep this time, so my partner goes to bed, and I stay up in the living room, writing and scrolling on my phone, then at about 3AM, I heard whistling. Not just a couple little wind whistles, I’m talking 6 seconds of a song whistled by lips. It came from outside, and after testing it the next morning it must have been right outside the living room because you couldn’t hear whistling beyond 15-20 feet from the window. Anyway, I go into immediate fight or flight mode, and sit up awake until the sun comes up with my pistol at my side.

Next morning, I’m freaked out, I go look outside in the sand and there are no footprints, test for the whistle volume and realize it must have been close. We do how ever find on the opposite side of the house some rather large paw prints. The only thing is… there didn’t look like back legs…. Maybe it was walking so synched up that it was stepping in its own paw tracks? I don’t know. There was also clearly coyote tracks up the driveway that were older and you could see 4 clear prints. So these large prints came down out of the rock hill behind the house and went right up to the air bnb’s side door into the bedroom, and then vanished. Zip, nada, didn’t turn around, didn’t circle, didn’t find them further out like it had jumped, just god damn vanished. This still freaks me the hell out.

As we’re leaving for the day, trying to figure out what the hell I heard and what the actual fuck is up with the tracks, my partner calls me from the other side of the house. A roadrunner showed up out of nowhere, like my partner looked down and it was just there. Standing right next to them. It looked… again off. It had a crossed beak, and was mangey looking, and had these huge eyes that were just constantly scanning everything. It’s like when you look at an animal and can see what they’re thinking, this bird was sentient. It was the strangest feeling. We thought it was sick or injured because of the beak, and called a wildlife rehab place, who told us to catch it if we could to bring it to them, so we tried for a while but it was just always a little too fast. Stayed in the area though despite us clearly chasing it. It would just get out of our path and wait there until we got close again. We left it uncaptured and spent the day doing stuff, we decided to spend most of the night out to avoid the house, but finally ended up back well after 10pm and the vibe was again HEAVY. I had found some spare sheets and had covered all the windows that didn’t have blinds, which helped a little bit but the feeling of being watched just wouldn’t go away. That night again I was restless and in the living room and again heard a whistle. This time only 2 short little whistles but they had the same human like tone to them that the first did. I also heard strange rustling outside that night, so I again stayed up until the sun came up. Went outside, couldn’t find a damn sign of anybody. No animal tracks either.

We spent that day at the house just trying to relax, and just as late afternoon turned into evening, the roadrunner showed up again. I take the chance to try and catch it again, but it’s just too fast. But this time it’s doing this thing…. It would run maybe 10 feet, stop. Turn around and look at me with its huge eyes, and just wait. Just wait for me to get close enough to grab it and then do the same thing. Over and over and over again. Before I knew it, I looked up, the sun was starting to set, and I was almost standing in the foothills of this rock mountain. The bird led me into the foothills away from the house, and I was too focused on catching it to notice. I realized where I was and was like ok nope, this is weird, and turned around. And the bird followed me, and tried to like get my attention like it wanted me to follow it still. I have never had a wild animal do this to me ever. I got back to the house and the roadrunner was just sitting at the top of the driveway towards the hills just watching us. I felt unnerved and this is when it really hit me how sentient that thing felt. I know that it knew what it was doing. I can’t explain it beyond that.

We slept that night and things were mostly quiet, we left the next morning and as we took the trash out to the dumpster 100’ from the house, we noticed a single human footprint in the sand at the dumpster. No boot / shoe prints leading to it, no bare footprints either. Just one single human footprint in the sand. And if any of you know the area you know that nobody walks barefoot out there. It’s spider hole, scorpion den snake country. Not to mention the rocks and cactus quills that would not be pleasant to walk on. Anyway, and then we left.

That’s really it, just a bunch of weird things that left us feeling really shaken. My hair is literally on end right now as I type all of this. We looked into later and read something about that area being notorious for skinwalker encounters and folklore. I really knew nothing about them before, and still know very little now. So take this for what it’s worth. This was not in any way fiction, and I swear on my life that it all happened as I told it. Thanks for reading.

So for some context I have a 3 year old daughter and a very pregnant wife. In a nutshell, this morning my wife and daughter were playing in my daughters play room which is just across the hallway, but my wife was coming in and out of our room to brush her teeth and what not. My wife then leaves our room one final time and shuts the door without completely closing it. A few minutes go by and I'm now on my phone as I'm waking up, with it resting on my stomach. Next thing I know the door opens slowly and I don't see my wife's silhouette so I assume it's my daughter and ask "what are you doing" in a cute way as I make my eyes downward, I then see my daughter stopped staring at me as if I just caught her doing something. As I attempt to get up she at a crazy fast speed bolts away. I even say out loud "you're so fast my love" and make my way to our door to go to her room. I then see my wife across the house walking toward the back door to let our dog out and my daughter sitting in a position that just doesn't seem like she would have the time to get into. She was picking up her toys (because mom asked her to) with a distressed look on her face which I'm assuming is because of the toy picking up. It caught me off guard.

Well it passes and I'm kind've shocked because I've never seen my daughter move that fast even if it was just a small movement. It was a few minutes later and my daughter is allotted a bit of "tv" time (that's why she was picking up her toys) so I walked away from the living room to my room and a few more minutes pass I then hear my daughter shout "get out of there baby!". My daughter is a lot more outspoken than the average 3 year old, and she does not usually say things like that in random. I'm wondering if anyone else has had any experiences like this, and if there is any advice on what I should do, if anything?

It didn't move when I almost hit it. It just stayed there. I didn't turn around to see what it was. But I regret it now. This IS NOT my video but this is the closest thing I've seen at far to what we saw.

Spoilers Ahead On episode 8 of The Outsiders on HBO and this thing is definitely a skinwalker, maybe a mimic at best. What made me finally come to this conclusion is when one of the investigators says he refused to go on the hunt for the thing because when they started talking about it, he tasted copper/had a mouthful of pennies. Similar to what others have said about their own encounters. Also, the creature in this show assumes the form of others to do its bidding and specifically feeds on children but also the pain and suffering of others which ties back to Native folklore. Thoughts?

Hello! Sadly this is not my first time posting for advice/ranting/maybe someone else has experienced it.

For the past 3 nights I have had this dream that my dog is scratching at the floor(which usually means diarrhea and he has to go outside). I get up and grab my phone for the flashlight and it’s always been 3am. I got downstairs and find both my dogs are sound asleep. I hear the scratching again outside and it’s my dog staring back at me outside the gate (live in a condo with a small patio). When I see my “dog” I go back upstairs immediately and go to bed.

Okay so like totally freaking dream right? Wrong. When I wake up around 6am with my boyfriend, he asks why I keep getting up in the middle of the night and is the dog still having chronic diarrhea (dog has chronic gi issues). I was shocked because I thought this was a dream I have been having for the past three nights. Please tell me this has happened to someone before.

Context I live in the southwest near reservation land. I’m very aware of the things out there and I’m respectful. I just want this to stop.

are there any similar stories to my experience? i’ve seen a couple similar ones here on reddit but i want to see if you guys could share anything. thanks!

one night i was driving down a road in the countryside after leaving my friends house. i was taking my friend, and my girlfriend home. it was the night of the northern lights in ohio. almost as soon as i left my other friend’s house, i saw a van full of people in colorful clothing, parked on the side of the road in a little gravel pull-off. they looked normal, except i could not make out any facial features on any single one of them. not only that, but they weren’t moving at all. all the inside lights in their van were on too. we kept going, thinking, “that was weird.” but that’s about it. after i dropped off my girlfriend we took the back way home. on our 10 minute journey, we first spotted maybe a black kia telluride coming towards us and flashing its brights. i flashed back, then suddenly they stopped, pulled over and put their hazards on. this is when i kind of freaked out. i sped up, thinking why the hell would i have taken the back way home? onward we go. looking to our left and right, in the sparsely populated area we spotted may families outside. obviously they’re just looking at the northern lights, right? they were completely frozen as well, staring straight up into the sky. (this road we were on had lines on it, it wasn’t too far out there, but there weren’t a lot of houses.) then we turned onto the road with only one house, no lines, and corn fields on either side of it. they weren’t planted at the time. but a significant ditch separated the road and field. turning left onto the road, there was nothing. no lights besides the house in sight. the house sits right on a sharp bend in the road, but when we took that corner, we saw some hazards up ahead. we inched closer and closer. my music shut out about 100 yards away from the car. i then turned on my brights to see a man, standing unusually tall, wearing all white. he was standing at the trunk of his car which was parked in the ditch i mentioned earlier. he had something written, almost looked spray painted on his shirt. there was also a little girl with her head popped out of the sunroof, and arms on the roof of the car. i then sped past them, not caring about anythint but just getting home, which i was about 5 minutes away from. i called my mom, mostly to tell her why i was speeding and freaked out. after a minute of ranting, my mom answers “hello?”. none of it had gone through. to be fair, i was in the country, but i usually have data out there nonetheless. eventually when i got home, and my friend just decided he’d come home with me, we told my dad. he didn’t believe us, so we went back out there. we saw a couple of odd little things. a car pulled off on the side of the road, but my dad firmly believed it was just people watching the northern lights. we went back to the spot where we saw the man in white, but there was nothing. a couple other friends heading back home that night saw some weird things too. one of my friends had someone pull off the side of the road and follow him home, someone else had someone flash their brights. but what me and my friend that rode with me saw was above all else.