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This story isn't scary, but it made me laugh.
I've got scurrier stories on my profile if you're interested.

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This happened awhile back.
we IE
U . weer hunting in we
Hitting in ground blind
met really bored
shad just gotten new smartphone with internet
Mime to yank the vein camel.
waving a grand time, though quietly and alertly
wear crunching leaves
mick gees saft. I pull up bow and listen
stop maybe 100 yards away
essence
spuddenly hearths loudest ******* sound Ne ever heard
wmm
aits a loud ******* lasts maybe 5 seconds but resounds through the weeds fer several seconds afterwards
weed thing my dick was still out hem fab cause I pissed uncontrollably
in pure terror
wear nothing else, footsteps er anything
wit there fer a few hours, not moving, hardly ******* breathing
Mcnally peek head out and leek all around
nee nothing
reprint backto car like a ****** getting in line fer new Jordan' s
derive heme
Hell ene
met incredibly drunk
very sleep fer a few days
I dent like being in woods by myself without a firearm anymore.

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#20 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

>be walking through the woods
>nearly walk straight into a ground blind
>squint through an opening
>see a guy sitting with his flaccid penis hanging out, fumbling with a bow, and a tablet on the floor showing the last 5 minutes of Cock Juggling Stripper Orgy 7
>pause for a few moments and take a deep breath
>roar as loud and feral like as I can
>creep away
>continue my walk through the woods chuckling to myself
>heading back to car, guy sprints past me with damp trousers, looking terrified and flaccid penis wapping against each leg
>mfw

>be walking through the woods
>nearly walk straight into a ground blind
>squint through an opening
>see a guy sitting with his flaccid penis hanging out, fumbling with a bow, and a tablet on the floor showing the last 5 minutes of Cock Juggling Stripper Orgy 7
>pause for a few moments and take a deep breath
>roar as loud and feral like as I can
>creep away
>continue my walk through the woods chuckling to myself
>heading back to car, guy sprints past me with damp trousers, looking terrified and flaccid penis wapping against each leg
>mfw

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#21 to #20 - huffe (01/19/2014) [-]

i lol'd

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#17 - krasnogvardiech (01/19/2014) [-]

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#33 to #17 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

Definitely my favorite...There´s a ******** of awesome Skinwalker-paste around, tho.

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#42 to #33 - christheace (01/19/2014) [-]

What's a skinwalker?

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#44 to #42 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

A term on /x/ used for some "monsters" like the one in the story that was posted above...I think the word actually comes from some native american word, but it has been bastardized by /x/ and is now used for all kind of shapeshifters and that stuff...as far as I know, those kind of stories are commonly refered to as Skinwalker-Stories.

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#48 to #17 - deviousdanish (01/19/2014) [-]

Saw this one on a Facepunch post. Creepy **** .

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#95 to #17 - ronyx (01/19/2014) [-]

Holy ******* **** , I'm ******** brix. I'm completely ******* terrified of cycling at campion trail at night since the trail goes throgh a few patches of wood with no light at all. To make matters worse, the trail goes all the way along the forest.

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#103 to #17 - nicoquitemad (01/19/2014) [-]

NOPE.betamax

That **** was great. I'm gonna go **** brix now.

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#119 to #17 - stebok (01/19/2014) [-]

I had to stop and take a break from reading this because I was actually getting chills.

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#139 to #17 - jlew (01/20/2014) [-]

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#158 to #17 - Benry (02/02/2014) [-]

This was one of the scariest things I've ever read.

It'd also make a fantastic movie.

This was one of the scariest things I've ever read.

It'd also make a fantastic movie.

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#28 to #17 - darknak (01/19/2014) [-]

holy **** i can almost feel the scare

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#30 to #17 - thepenname (01/19/2014) [-]

Well I'm never going camping again. Thanks.

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#40 to #17 - warlordstuart (01/19/2014) [-]

This could be a movie. thats pretty damn good.

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#60 to #17 - thebacondroid (01/19/2014) [-]

that **** was ******* terrifying
it was glorious

that **** was ******* terrifying
it was glorious

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#23 to #17 - redstag (01/19/2014) [-]

Holy ******* **** balls that is probably the best one I have read.

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#27 to #23 - tittylovin [OP](01/19/2014) [-]

That's been on my profile for months. There's more like it, you should check it out!

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#50 to #17 - drbrainbleach (01/19/2014) [-]

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#109 to #17 - zyconx (01/19/2014) [-]

I was waiting for the monster to say something along the lines of "you cant flim flam the zim zam" or it to turn out to be will smith

never going camping again

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#2 - jomyassho (01/19/2014) [-]

>sprint back to car like a ****** getting in line for new Jordan's
Holy ******* **** That was amazing

>sprint back to car like a ****** getting in line for new Jordan's
Holy ******* **** That was amazing

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#1 - rambomanthree (01/19/2014) [-]

it was probably a bear

it was probably a bear

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#13 to #1 - maternation (01/19/2014) [-]

No bears in Ohio

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#22 to #13 - huffe (01/19/2014) [-]

that's what the bears want you to think

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#26 to #13 - exclamation (01/19/2014) [-]

There's bears here, although Pennsylvania keeps ******* taking them

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#25 to #13 - shadowedge (01/19/2014) [-]

There have be bear sightings around my area...I live in Ohio.

Also coyotes

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#3 to #1 - createdjustnow ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]

probably a horny bear

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#14 - miia ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]

that was disappointing

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#67 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

Alright a lot of people are sharing there stories, I feel obliged to do the same. I live in Yorkshire and we have a lot of moors here (big **** off hills in the arse end of nowhere), so me and some friends went camping. Yay.

We were about 15/16 at the time so my friends mum drove us to the campsite (we chose it specifically because it allowed under 18s to stay without guardians). We checked in, unpacked, pitched our tent, had some beers, it was all good. We went hiking, cycling, took food out with us, everything was great. Then we came back to the campsite to eat a real meal and then settle down to sleep.

It was starting to get pretty cold out so none of us could really sleep, so we huddled playing cards in the center compartment of a 6 man tent. Then my friend Ben decides it'll be fun to go for a walk in the dark. Now, nothing weird had happened all day, nobody had got any bad feelings or anything like that. Completely normal day, everyone was chilled but restless so we said yeah lets go. We grabbed some torches and trooped off along a road. Passed through a small village, were thinking about trying to get into the pub there but decided against it since it would be impossible to get away with being underage with about 7/8 of us walking in.

So we carried on through the village and followed the road. No street lights, it is way up in the countryside after all. So we're shining torches around, sometimes sneaking off into the undergrowth, making weird noises, trying to spook each other. Again, nothing weird happened, everyones having fun, messing about.

Eventually, somones torch beam falls onto an abandoned barn at the side of the road (this is a country road by the way, a car comes along it once every two years) and someone dares my friend Tom to go and stand in there. This then turns into a game of who can go and stand in the abandoned barn, in the dark, no torch, for the longest.

Want me to continue? yay or nay?

Alright a lot of people are sharing there stories, I feel obliged to do the same. I live in Yorkshire and we have a lot of moors here (big **** off hills in the arse end of nowhere), so me and some friends went camping. Yay.

We were about 15/16 at the time so my friends mum drove us to the campsite (we chose it specifically because it allowed under 18s to stay without guardians). We checked in, unpacked, pitched our tent, had some beers, it was all good. We went hiking, cycling, took food out with us, everything was great. Then we came back to the campsite to eat a real meal and then settle down to sleep.

It was starting to get pretty cold out so none of us could really sleep, so we huddled playing cards in the center compartment of a 6 man tent. Then my friend Ben decides it'll be fun to go for a walk in the dark. Now, nothing weird had happened all day, nobody had got any bad feelings or anything like that. Completely normal day, everyone was chilled but restless so we said yeah lets go. We grabbed some torches and trooped off along a road. Passed through a small village, were thinking about trying to get into the pub there but decided against it since it would be impossible to get away with being underage with about 7/8 of us walking in.

So we carried on through the village and followed the road. No street lights, it is way up in the countryside after all. So we're shining torches around, sometimes sneaking off into the undergrowth, making weird noises, trying to spook each other. Again, nothing weird happened, everyones having fun, messing about.

Eventually, somones torch beam falls onto an abandoned barn at the side of the road (this is a country road by the way, a car comes along it once every two years) and someone dares my friend Tom to go and stand in there. This then turns into a game of who can go and stand in the abandoned barn, in the dark, no torch, for the longest.

Want me to continue? yay or nay?

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#73 to #67 - thumblocked (01/19/2014) [-]

yay

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#80 to #73 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

Alright that's one person interested at least. Nobody has to believe me, but this isn't a ******** story. I can post a picture if you like, but i guess it won't prove anything tbh.

So anyway, Tom goes first. he climbs over the small rock wall and walks up towards the barn (it is by the side of the road, but about 10 metres or so uphill). It doesn't have a door so it's fairly open, but it's pitch black so when tom goes in and turns his torch off we can't see him at all. he calls back to us that it ******* stinks in there, and then someone calls back that they're starting the timer.

Now this is where things start to get ****** up. Now this weird feeling comes over the group, as if we're doing something we shouldn't We all giggle to ourselves nervously, the friend who's timing tells us a minutes passed. then another.

Then the silence is broken by a grunt and toms torch flicks on. We can only see the beam of the torch waving about, but it points up towards the ceiling of the barn and then tom screams. Seriously, my stomachs churning just remembering it. Never in my life have i heard a scream like that, blood curdling doesn't even describe it. Tom shoots out of the barn, yells GO and sprints passed us. We stand there not knowing what to do, it was a **** scary scream, but we'd been trying to scare each other all night, so we just look at each other uncomfortably. Tom had dropped his torch in the barn but none of us ******* wanted to go in there, whether he was joking or not with that scream, but it did **** us up a little. So we decide we'll come back for it tomorrow when it's light, it's not like it's going anywhere. So then we just turn and walk back to our tents and ask tom what the **** is wrong with him. turns out he'd sprinted all the way back and zipped himself up in the tent, he wouldnt even open it to let us in, we had to fumble with the zipper through the tent cloth **** to let ourselves in.

not finished yet, i'm still typing

Alright that's one person interested at least. Nobody has to believe me, but this isn't a ******** story. I can post a picture if you like, but i guess it won't prove anything tbh.

So anyway, Tom goes first. he climbs over the small rock wall and walks up towards the barn (it is by the side of the road, but about 10 metres or so uphill). It doesn't have a door so it's fairly open, but it's pitch black so when tom goes in and turns his torch off we can't see him at all. he calls back to us that it ******* stinks in there, and then someone calls back that they're starting the timer.

Now this is where things start to get ****** up. Now this weird feeling comes over the group, as if we're doing something we shouldn't We all giggle to ourselves nervously, the friend who's timing tells us a minutes passed. then another.

Then the silence is broken by a grunt and toms torch flicks on. We can only see the beam of the torch waving about, but it points up towards the ceiling of the barn and then tom screams. Seriously, my stomachs churning just remembering it. Never in my life have i heard a scream like that, blood curdling doesn't even describe it. Tom shoots out of the barn, yells GO and sprints passed us. We stand there not knowing what to do, it was a **** scary scream, but we'd been trying to scare each other all night, so we just look at each other uncomfortably. Tom had dropped his torch in the barn but none of us ******* wanted to go in there, whether he was joking or not with that scream, but it did **** us up a little. So we decide we'll come back for it tomorrow when it's light, it's not like it's going anywhere. So then we just turn and walk back to our tents and ask tom what the **** is wrong with him. turns out he'd sprinted all the way back and zipped himself up in the tent, he wouldnt even open it to let us in, we had to fumble with the zipper through the tent cloth **** to let ourselves in.

not finished yet, i'm still typing

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#88 to #80 - seanito (01/19/2014) [-]

hurry up dog, I GOTS TO KNOW

hurry up dog, I GOTS TO KNOW

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#84 to #80 - mercurry (01/19/2014) [-]

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5

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#89 to #84 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

Toms just sat in his sleeping bag. we shine a torch on him and he's sweaty (no surprise there, he had just sprinted like 3 miles), but his eyes are open wide, he looks just plain ill. Pale and shivery, his eyes keep darting from place. That's when we realise this wasn't a ******* joke, he cant be that good an actor. We keep asking him what he saw but he tells us to shut the **** up.

We then settle down to sleep. To be honest, everybody was still in two minds. I guess we tried to make ourselves believe he was messing with us, because that's a hell of a lot easier to deal with than if he wasn't. Now, the campsite we were staying on was empty aside from us. It was the middle of january, so obviously nobody in their right mind wants to freeze their tits off in a field then, so we had the place to ourselves. The family that owns the campsite weren't staying in their house next to the field we were in, someone was just there the other day to get us checked in and then left because there wasn't any point sticking around to maintain the campsite when it was just our small group.

So yeah, we settled down to sleep, somewhat uncomfortably, and then people were woken by something like this noise. www.youtube.com/watch?v=zk1mAd77Hr4 yeah, i know someone will say it was probably just a fox, i ******* hope it was. But it sounded a lot deeper and went on for a good few seconds, so it didn't sound exactly like a fox at all. This weird horrible screeching noise happened a few times for a few minutes then stopped. It was about 4.30am, i remember because I had this explorer watch on my dad gave me for my birthday that had glow in the dark hands on the watch face, so that time is kind of burned into my memory.

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#92 to #89 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

seriously that ******* noise. i could tell my friend ben and aidan were awake because their silhouettes in the dark were frozen, they weren't the ones of a relaxed sleeping person. But nobody spoke. the sounds didn't sound close, but they didn't sound anywhere near far enough for us to relax. after a few minutes, maybe 10 or so, they stopped. I got some sleep, but woke up drained, i got literally 2 hours sleep at the most. None of us really spoke to each other, but apparently the person sharing with tom said when the noises happened he started whispering to himself and asking for his mum.

So yeah, we were all pretty miserable, vaguely freaked out, but more pissed off that none of us slept and we're thinking toms ******* with us. So me and ben leave the group and head back up to the barn for the torch. we pass through the village, I stop at the tiny post office for a drink (mango rubicon, ******* sexy), and ask the shop owner if we get any foxes or anything that sounds like a fox out here. She says no, foxes are urban creatures, there's nothing like a fox out here. So i internally **** myself because i was really hoping that it i could put it down to just being a fox, and we could go home and left this off.

still not finished bear with me

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#87 to #84 - newsuperyoshi (01/19/2014) [-]

R, R, R.

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#93 to #87 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

So i buy my drink, drink it, and continue heading up to the barn with ben. He tells me the rest of the group is coming too because they're bored of sitting around. me and ben sit on a stone wall and wait for them to catch up. Toms there too, but he looks more miserable than anyone else. We carry on towards the barn and when it eventually comes into view, tom flips a bit and refuses to go any further. He doesn't freak out, he just looks angry. He's saying he's had enough of the ******* woods, **** this, **** that, etc. then he stops looking angry and looks like he's about to cry. Aidan offers to sit with him on the wall while the rest of us go and have a look for the torch, and have a look around the barn.

like I said, we still kind of thought he was ************ , plus it was daylight, so we're feeling more confident.

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#100 to #93 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

didn't mean to reply that early but oh well.

So we all head up to the barn, walk in, looks like a regular barn. if any of you have played DayZ, it looks like the barn in that, but made out of stone rather than wood. Toms torch is smashed to ******* pieces. It doesn't look like anythings fallen or stepped on it, it looks like it's been picked up and flung at the wall over and over again because there are bits everywhere. and Tom was right, it did ******* stink in there. Like if you've ever left something in the fridge too long, and you open the doors, and that cold sour stench comes out, it was like that. We basically nope the **** out of there and head back to our tents.

Now this is the thing. Like i've said, we had the entire campsite to ourselves. Nobody at the village knew we were staying there, I didn't tell the female shopkeeper, and even if they did, the village is inhabited by mostly 60 year olds, so i doubt any of them would have done anything like what we returned to.

Our tent is smashed to bits. Like someones jumped on it, and generally wrecked the **** out of it. The metal poles that were holding it up are snapped. Metal. Snapped.

pic related, its the tent. We texted bens mum and she came and picked us up and we ****** out of there. When she asked us what happened with the tent, we just said it blew down. I still don't know what the **** tom saw, he's moved away now to university, but i dont ******* want to know what it was.

didn't mean to reply that early but oh well.

So we all head up to the barn, walk in, looks like a regular barn. if any of you have played DayZ, it looks like the barn in that, but made out of stone rather than wood. Toms torch is smashed to ******* pieces. It doesn't look like anythings fallen or stepped on it, it looks like it's been picked up and flung at the wall over and over again because there are bits everywhere. and Tom was right, it did ******* stink in there. Like if you've ever left something in the fridge too long, and you open the doors, and that cold sour stench comes out, it was like that. We basically nope the **** out of there and head back to our tents.

Now this is the thing. Like i've said, we had the entire campsite to ourselves. Nobody at the village knew we were staying there, I didn't tell the female shopkeeper, and even if they did, the village is inhabited by mostly 60 year olds, so i doubt any of them would have done anything like what we returned to.

Our tent is smashed to bits. Like someones jumped on it, and generally wrecked the **** out of it. The metal poles that were holding it up are snapped. Metal. Snapped.

pic related, its the tent. We texted bens mum and she came and picked us up and we ****** out of there. When she asked us what happened with the tent, we just said it blew down. I still don't know what the **** tom saw, he's moved away now to university, but i dont ******* want to know what it was.

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#102 to #100 - Truth (01/19/2014) [-]

Tom is always the one who faces the creepy shi*

Another story with a Tom in the these comments

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#105 to #102 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

i see what you mean, but like i've said, no one has to believe me. his name is tom, he's a real guy.

this is a picture of some bacon i fried in beer when we were camping and it was ******* delicious.

i see what you mean, but like i've said, no one has to believe me. his name is tom, he's a real guy.

this is a picture of some bacon i fried in beer when we were camping and it was ******* delicious.

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#135 to #100 - ljxjlos (01/20/2014) [-]

Why do you not want to know what it was? Hell, if this story was true, I wouldn´t calm down until Tom told me what the **** he saw.

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#120 to #93 - ronyx (01/19/2014) [-]

Hurry up little *****

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#133 to #120 - banditowolf (01/20/2014) [-]

it has been done below <3

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#98 to #93 - BoatLoadofCMen (01/19/2014) [-]

Next por favor

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#45 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Alright so I saw the goat man post and I thought I'd share this similar story with you that I've ******* never told anyone but my mom, but I swear, this **** is the most terrifying thing that's happened to me in my whole ******* life.
So me and my friends rock climb, we travel across the east coast sometimes and look for cool outdoor sites to camp out at and climb the rest of the day. Two summers ago my friends and I ( it was only three of us, me, Joe and Tom) decided we'd hit up the Red River Gorge, its in Kentucky.

The drive up there was pleasant enough and we decided that instead of paying for a campsite to stay, like usual, we would just go straight to the rocks and camp out ( Kind of Illegal, don't do it). We found this awesome spot and set up our tent, we were right at the top of this huge rock formation, so basically if you walked two minutes behind the tent you would be at the edge of a huge rock, look down and that's a good 60-70 foot drop.
We figure we'll put a marker up near the edge in case one of us needs to piss at night and we don't mistake the edge of this cliff and fall the **** off. The marker is bright orange, basically like a traffic cone.
Night comes and we all settle in to this three person tent, I'm in the middle, Joe and Tom on either side of me. It was about 2 hours in (around 11 pm) and I start hearing crackling outside our tent, I don't flip out though because we are in the middle of the woods, there's animals and **** . I ignore it.
I have trouble sleeping usually, so I roll on my stomach and lift my head up a little so I can see the entrance of the tent. Suddenly **** get dead quiet, like " ********* we are suddenly in a vacuum" silent. No birds, no crackling, no ******* wind, I start to freak out a bit and sit up.
Joe sits up with me, Tom is asleep, Joe says "what the **** is that?"
"What?" I ask, I'm kinda nervous.
(I'm running out of space now, so maybe I"ll continue it in another comment, sorry)

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#47 to #45 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Alright so Joe says "what the **** is that?"
he nods his head towards the side of the tent and something is casting a huge shadow over our tent. Keep in mind this is "Ass-Crack of Dark" O'clock, but something was casting a shadow DARKER than dark. I **** you not.
"What the **** is that?" he says again and I start to get a bit scared, it looks humanoid kind of, its tall and has two appendages sticking out of either side like arms.
I kinda look at Joe and motion my head "go outside and check it out" (I know, dick move). He shakes his head, Tom is asleep so It looks like I'm the one that's gonna go outside.
I pull on my shoes all while watching this weird shadow, perfectly still almost like it was a cut out of something that somebody had hung there on the side of our tent. I'm shaking and I get to the entrance of the tent. (Just typing this next part I'm scared as **** ).
I touch the zipper of the tent, just ******* touch it, and the silence is broken with this loud ******* howl/scream THING. and I kind of fall back and start to shake (I'm not gonna lie, I ******* shed a tear or two). THat **** was loud and it was ******* terrifying, it lasted for a good ******* two minutes. I can't really explain it, it sounded like a man yelling at the top of his lungs while humming it was ****** up.
Joe backs up towards the back of the tent and Tom wakes up "What the **** ? What the **** ?" and he gets his knife and takes me towards the back of the tent, the three of us are huddled against it.
"Maybe somebody found us?" Joe says and Tom just tells him to shut the **** up.
"What the hell is that?" Tom says pointing the knife towards the entrance. and we three notice that the shadow is now at the entrance of our tent, perfectly human.

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#51 to #47 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

So I think we are about to die.
This shadow thing is at the front of our tent, crouched down on all fours and I start to look around, is there any way out? we are on the edge of a ******* cliff, I will jump off that **** .
Tom lets me go and says "we have to get the **** out of here." he says "On three, I'm going to cut open this tent, you two run down towards the car and I will catch up" He was the oldest of us three so he pretty much took responsibility for us. he says "run through these woods, I dont care how long it takes you. Find the ******* car and start it."
I start to get real anxious leaving someone behind but he looks dead serious so we all agree.I grab a flashlight and we go to the side of the tent, the shadow on the front of it, Tom counts to three, one quick motion he slashes his tent with the knife we duck out of the hole he cut and we are gone. We are ******* booking it through the woods, I had shoes on but Joe didn't, I doubt he cared though.
The woods is dead silent again but we keep running when suddenly we see an orange flair from beyond the woods. I think "Oh thank God, its a car we can stop them." Joe yells "THere! Over There!" I shine my flashlight towards the lights and we run up to them.
we get closer and we realize that they are the cones at the edge of the cliff.

Some how, even though we went from the side of the tent (not the back) and ran straight into the woods, we ended up at the edge of this cliff.

(idk if Imma keep on going but if you want I can, this story is pretty long)

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#62 to #51 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Okayy so we are at the edge of the cliff, by now I think it was around 2 AM. Joe and I realize that we are at the edge of the cliff and he says "what the **** ? What the **** , Kyo." (thats me)
I start to swing my flashlight around because I remember that the back of our tent was facing this cliff, I think "okay so we just walk up this way about two minutes and we should be back at our tent."
I'm shining the light into the forest and see something moving, but jesus christ I keep quiet because Joe is losing his **** and I'm not about to tell him that something is probably following us.
I tell him that we are going to walk back to the tent, hopefully Tom is there, we can gather up, get some **** and leave the Red River Gorge.
we start to walk through the woods a bit, Joe behind me and we start to smell this weird acidic smell, like blood (this is what reminded me from the goat man story).
I dont say anything and neither does Joe.

With the smell comes this complete dead quiet and this sense of pure ******* fear, it stops us in our track.

If any of you have ever suddenly get caught doing something you really shouldn't have? You know that sense of absolute fear in your stomach that like kind of takes your breath away? It was like that, it stopped us dead in our tracks.

I turn around to face him and all I can say is "oh my god, oh my god" over and over, his ass starts to cry and I'm start to ******* PRAY. what the **** is going on?

I say "We have to keep moving, Joe." so we keep walking deeper into this woods, by this time we should have ******* reached our tent. but no. we see, in the distance, this thing standing in the woods.

I never asked Joe this, but when I saw that thing, I started to hear it humming. I dont know if he did.

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#70 to #62 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Soo we see this thing and I can hear Joe's breathing get shallower, he's starting to hyperventilate. The person/thing infront of us is moving? but not at the same time, I start to tell myself "Its Tom, Its just Tom" (but hell no that thing was not Tom)

I start to kind of whisper prayers because I am an inch and a half away from ******** myself. The thing starts to hum louder, and it kind of sounds like a motor picking up, you know? Except there was a melody to it, a pattern.

I ( god dammit) start to cry and I kind of clutch my flash lite to my chest, so that it is shining towards the ground. I look down and I just basically accept I am going to die, in the middle of ******** kentucky.
That feeling, accepting that you are going to die is one of the most helpless feelings you can ever feel, I promise you.
I can feel the thing get closer and I am shaking, hell I dont even hear Joe anymore.

By now it is getting close to 3AM and I remember that 3AM is dead time (Idk if any of you know this). So I ******* just BOOK IT. HOLY **** IT IS DEAD TIME AND I NEED TO ******* GET OUT OF HERE. I completely turn around and grab Joe and we run, I'm screaming my ass off and I can feel that that shadow thing is booking it too, Joe is on track so he runs ahead of me, I drop the flashlite and I just run.

by the grace of God, we see Tom in the middle of the woods and he sees us, runs towards us and literally tackles us down.

"What? what the **** is happening are you two okay?"
I look behind us to show Tom, and nothing is there.

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#72 to #70 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Okay so Tom finds us.

Tom is ****** up, he is shaking and the right side of his face is swollen, but he is picking Joe and I up and asking us what the **** happened. The three of us together, and I kind of feel better.
"There something in there." Joe keeps saying and he is pretty ****** up too, his feet are bleeding, I dropped the flash lite, and by now we assume Tom is the only one who has an inch of sanity left.

"What happened?" Tom asks again, we tell him everything and he kind of just stares at us and shakes his head. "Jesus Christ, we are getting the **** out of here."

We realize that nobody grabbed anything, no climbing gear, no clothes, no water no anything. I dropped the flashlight and its just the three of us.
Us three begin to back track towards the tent ( our car is a 10 minute walk from the tent)

"What the hell happened to you?" I ask Tom
"I'll tell you later."
we arrive at our tent, and that **** . is. DESTROYED. it looks like a ******* bear had a rave on our tent and our **** is thrown all over the place, we dont even ******* stop. we just keep walking past our site.

The Woods is making noise now, crackling, wind, like its suposed to and we get to the trail that leads us to our car, and we think its over, its all over. but no. One last thing, that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

We are walking down this trail, five minutes in all three of us, and we start to smell the blood again.

Ok. Joe starts to shake and (I'm ******* terrifyed typing this) and Ignore it you know. But I look over and his nose, is bleeding. bad. like, it is dripping down his mouth and he is ******* crying, trying to wipe it off but he just cant and he starts to cry. and I start to freak out.

Tom and I are WFRs, so we are trained wilderness first responders, we can handle a bloody nose. I take off my shirt and tell Joe to hold it to his nose, put some pressure on it but dont tilt your head back.

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#75 to #72 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Joe is starting to sob now, the shirt isnt helping, its staining through the shirt. and the smell of blood is making him gag, its strong, its so ******* strong. we start (all three of us) to get really hot. and from in front of us we can hear this faint humming.
we keep walking, theres nothing else to do. when suddenly, that ******* scream, it completely drowned any hope out of us. THe same growl/scream that scared us in the tent, it sounded from right infront of us.

It was loud and it lasted for a good two minutes, we just stood there and just stared out.

I was trying to find a vid on youtube to tel you guys how terrifying this scream is but I couldn't find one.
my nose starts to bleed, i can feel it trickle down my lip and we all almost simultaneously just BOOK IT down the trail, we reach the car in 3 minutes.

Luckily, TOm had the keys in his pocket he jumped in the front, started that bitch up, joe and I hopped in the back and we PEELED out of there. I turned around ( and this is the part the has ****** me up eternally), and I could see the shadow thing, standing on the trail, watching us leave.

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#77 to #75 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

OKAYY SOOO.

the story is basically over, but **** happened later that kind of clued us in to what happened.

we got to town and we stayed in our car till the morning and come to find out ( a couple months later)
That one of the reasons that nobody was allowed to camp near the red river gorges forest was that there had been alot of murderes there in the years past. People had been doing satanic rituals in there and it was just no bueno.

While Joe and I where having a **** fest in the woods, Tom ended up telling us that he had ran towards us to get us, but that he could feel someone chasing him, so he turned around and apparently had the ever living **** beat out of his face.

He said that he was knocked down and could feel this huge pressure just on top of him (freaky) and he literally crawled away and kicked and screamed but couldn't see **** but a dark shadow.

Joe and I's nose bleed stopped once we got down the mountain, we told no one ( I told my mom)

The next day we sent a climbing partner up the mountain to get our stuff, and he got them back no problem. We told him to not ask any questions though, he was cool with it.

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#79 to #77 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

Thank you, everyone!

For having me relive the most terrifying experience of my life.

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#101 to #79 - maxmilianoq ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]

10/10 would stay away from kentucky

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#81 to #79 - anon (01/19/2014) [-]

would you like to give us the exact location of these happenings

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#82 to #81 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

dude even if I knew I probably wouldn't want to remember.

Kentucky, Red River Gorge area.

So thats around Stanton, Kentucky in the forest. Sorry.

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#86 to #82 - anon (01/19/2014) [-]

Okay, no problem mate.

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#90 to #75 - Truth (01/19/2014) [-]

So this thing was standing in front of you guys, on the same trail, and you all just booked it in its direction?

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#91 to #90 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

we heard the noise from in front of us, yeah.

I mean, honestly, at that point I wasn't running back into the forest anyway. Car is towards the noise, we are booking it.

Then again, we weren't really thinking clear.

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#76 to #75 - mercurry (01/19/2014) [-]

did you go get your camp equipment afterwards?

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#78 to #76 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

we got somebody to get our climbing equipment back for us but our tent and sleeping bags and **** was destroyed. so he collected them and just threw them away.

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#94 to #78 - unwundeprune (01/19/2014) [-]

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Were any of the areas mentioned in this near where that story took place?

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#96 to #94 - monsieurslender (01/19/2014) [-]

ooof, man this thread is bringing me back, but if anything, we WERE near Tunnel ridge road in the red river gorge.

Like I said we kinda camped in the unmanaged part of the forest, but yeah...

Climbing is a dangerous sport, sad to hear about those people gone missing, I had no idea.

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#69 to #62 - ronyx (01/19/2014) [-]

YOu cheeky little cunt, i'll wrek u m8 if you stop.

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#61 to #51 - banditowolf (01/19/2014) [-]

TYPE FASTER I NEED THE ENDING

TYPE FASTER I NEED THE ENDING

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#59 to #51 - lordoftheflies (01/19/2014) [-]

***** !! Don't stop!! Keep ******* going!

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#136 to #51 - lulzinmyroflcopter (01/20/2014) [-]

Holy **** please continue

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#55 to #51 - unwundeprune (01/19/2014) [-]

Yeah keep going

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#53 to #51 - hydrosbro (01/19/2014) [-]

keep going

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#52 to #47 - hydrosbro (01/19/2014) [-]

What happened after that?

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#83 - scientific (01/19/2014) [-]

Why are all the related images "MLP Smartphone Wallpaper"

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#32 - mattdoggy (01/19/2014) [-]

>live in woods my whole life
>heard and seen everything out there i thought
>have pet bobcats/foxes/coyotes/boarhogs that all are like cats and dogs to us
>only thing that's ever made me unsettled in the woods is a panthers scream and a rabbits scream, everything else i know and never minded
>One night sitting outside with a woods hog that's laying in the hay watching some foxes eat nearby
>hear some dogs barking at a relatives house through the woods about a eighty yards away
>think nothing of it, they bark at every possum and armadillo that walks by
>all of a sudden i hear it whimper and some growling
>think it might be a bear passing through or some red/black wolves from my neighbors property that is attacking the dogs
>i get up to go inside and call some help but i hear it
>three ungodly, loud, piercing whoops
>like nothing i have ever heard, almost a mix between a gorilla and a man
>i realize whatever this is it is killing dogs less than a hundred yards away and i am unable to move because i am too scared
>i finally have to reach down and move my leg infront of the other one
>never been outside at night alone unarmed since then
>mfw

>live in woods my whole life
>heard and seen everything out there i thought
>have pet bobcats/foxes/coyotes/boarhogs that all are like cats and dogs to us
>only thing that's ever made me unsettled in the woods is a panthers scream and a rabbits scream, everything else i know and never minded
>One night sitting outside with a woods hog that's laying in the hay watching some foxes eat nearby
>hear some dogs barking at a relatives house through the woods about a eighty yards away
>think nothing of it, they bark at every possum and armadillo that walks by
>all of a sudden i hear it whimper and some growling
>think it might be a bear passing through or some red/black wolves from my neighbors property that is attacking the dogs
>i get up to go inside and call some help but i hear it
>three ungodly, loud, piercing whoops
>like nothing i have ever heard, almost a mix between a gorilla and a man
>i realize whatever this is it is killing dogs less than a hundred yards away and i am unable to move because i am too scared
>i finally have to reach down and move my leg infront of the other one
>never been outside at night alone unarmed since then
>mfw

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#35 to #32 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

>Panthers Scream

Wait, where the hell do you life that there are panthers that get that close to human settlements?

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#36 to #35 - mattdoggy (01/19/2014) [-]

North Florida, they wander around and stop by our place from time to time. I don't know if you've ever heard one scream, but it'll curdle your blood

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#37 to #36 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

Nope, I live in Germany, no Panthers to be seen here...the worst screem (imo) is some of the **** that foxes can do.

I just never heard of panthers being that close to humans, that´s why I was wondering...the biggest thing I´ve seen around was a lynx...

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#38 to #37 - mattdoggy (01/19/2014) [-]

A panther scream can best be described as a woman screaming horrifically, can't compare to the fox screams here

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#39 to #38 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

I just listened to it on Youtube. Sounds pretty gruesome, that´s true.

It´s weird, either way. As a kid, I could walk through the woods alone for hours, without feeling the slightest bit afraid. Now that I´m nearly 21, I suddenly start to get the ******* creeps and get paranoid as hell as soon as I´m alone at night in the woods... ******* creepypasta.

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#99 to #39 - vulper (01/19/2014) [-]

Well as a kid you're innocent and naive, you don't know there's dangerous **** out there, but now that you're an adult your mind can come up with hundreds of creatures and scenarios where you're in danger.

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#110 to #99 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

Actually, my mind could come up with pretty gruesome things, already when I was a kid. I read a ******** of real books from the moment that I learned how to read and my mind used to go crazy...but as kid, I naturally figured that if something happened to me, I would be the hero and find a way to beat it, so I wasn´t afraid...guess that feeling kinda got lost.D

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#112 to #110 - vulper (01/19/2014) [-]

Hmm.. like fantasy versus reality, gotcha.

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#46 to #36 - hyeroshi (01/19/2014) [-]

Elk screams terrify me. It might have been a monkey. You don't see them very often, but we do have wild monkeys in Florida.

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#49 to #32 - thejerseyjenn (01/19/2014) [-]

Are bobcats good pets?

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#64 to #49 - mattdoggy (01/19/2014) [-]

not bad if you befriend them early
ours just kept coming up and stealing cat food when it was little and is just as friendly as a regular cat now

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#65 to #64 - thejerseyjenn (01/19/2014) [-]

I must have one.

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#41 to #32 - fuckatron (01/19/2014) [-]

Dude, it was a ******* Squatch alright

Dude, it was a ******* Squatch alright

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#34 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

It was a Skinwalker. Alarm /x/, alarm /k/ and watch the hilarity take place.

It was a Skinwalker. Alarm /x/, alarm /k/ and watch the hilarity take place.

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#106 - thedumbledore (01/19/2014) [-]

I love creepy stories like this. I have one of my own actually, albeit not quite as scary it still freaked me the holy **** out.

My mate's aunt has a caravan up in the highlands and gave us the keys to spend a weekend there (drinking and hiking is always fun). So we drove up to the middle of ******* nowhere to stay a few nights in the summer- there's very little but a tiny town about 20 mins away with the usual few tiny shops and one pub.
The caravan has jack **** facilities and we had decided were going to do this camping **** right. Me and some lass (I will be referring to her as 'lass' because I don't want to name people here) are the only girls there out of a group of 8, so we go down to the stream to wash/get water. We go down to the stream near the caravan and we see this weird woman standing there. She had really scraggly hair and she was singing a really strange eerie song. The lass I'm with shouts hello, and asks if she is alright because this woman is soaking and looks really quite frail (we were thinking she might not be right in the head).
The woman burls around to look straight at us, we notice her features look contorted and all round strange. She lets out this ear piercing shriek the likes I've never heard. She hurls something at us and starts towards us, still ******* screaming, so we bolt all the way back to the caravan.

The boys come back from town with food to find us totally freaked out. We tell them the story and they laugh, telling us we were being stupid. We laugh it off too, and everything goes on as normal until the next day.

After hiking around for a while we decide to go to the pub but the lassie stays with a boy she fancies back at the caravan. The locals are friendly and we all have a good time, but my heart ******* sank as we came back to the caravan and saw an ambulance speeding down the path. Dude ran up to us and said the lassie had collapsed coughing up blood when they were getting frisky.

(Will continue in another comment)

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#107 to #106 - thedumbledore (01/19/2014) [-]

Anyone interested in the rest? I won't spam up the comments if you don''t want to hear it.

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#111 to #106 - pantherkid (01/19/2014) [-]

everybody wants to know

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#113 to #111 - thedumbledore (01/19/2014) [-]

Mkay, I will continue.

I have no idea what happened bar that- the boy she was with said the ambulance crew wouldn’t let him accompany her. The hospital was miles away and we didn’t know quite what to do. Naturally this occurrence totally killed the mood so we decided to leave the caravan the next day to go home. We got a phone call later from the lassies parents in tears, saying she was in a serious condition but to thank the boy for acting so fast.

We are packing up preparing to leave later on in the evening still trying to make the best of it but I am still a bit freaked and don’t want to go down to the stream on my own. My mate agreed to go with me, joking that he will chat the creepy old woman up.
Just as we are walking through the trees to where the stream is my mate grabs my arm and pulls me behind a huge tree. He tells me to shush because he heard something (the bloody liar was freaked out by my story). I heard singing again, but it sounded different and I couldn’t really see anyone from where the tree was.

There was a dark figure but it looked nowhere near as small as the old woman, so I decide to investigate (wanted to prove I wasn’t a pussy scared of little old ladies). I crept toward where the figure was by the river; I stood behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She gasped and told me I had given her an awful fright.
It was definitely a different woman- She was about 30(?) and god-damn. I mean god damn was she hot. Long curly black hair, piercing green eyes- she was like a Disney-esq dream. I apologised profusely for scaring her and told her about the older woman I saw the other day (although I left out the screeching bit). She told me that was her mother and that she was a bit wrong in the head.

We stayed and chatted a little longer about family and ***** she was really friendly and nice to talk to. She asked about where I came from bla bla bla and to be honest I fancied her so I wanted to get her email/number or something.

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#114 to #113 - thedumbledore (01/19/2014) [-]

(cont) She said her mother wouldn’t allow tech in the house, but she might see me if I ever came to the caravan again. She said she had to get back to make her mother lunch, so I bid her farewell feeling quite pleased with myself because she seemed to like me. She shouted sorry about what happened to the lass and that she was sure she was in a better place now.

This is sort of where I freaked the ungodly **** out. I never told her about what happened to the lass we were with, and I told her the girl wasn’t dead. She just kind of looked at me blankly for a moment.
Y’know that feeling you get if you are left alone in the woods? That ‘wrong’ feeling?
I felt that so much . It was really bizarre, there seemed to be a stench in the air and the woman was still. Just. ******* . Staring. After about 60 seconds of her creepy blank face I backed the **** up. Ran to my mate and he asked what happened.
I told her of the woman (we jokingly dubbed her the ‘milf-witch’ later on). He said he didn’t want to go down to where I was talking to her because he felt that incredibly ‘wrong’ feeling too and was too freaked.

Out of morbid curiosity I kind of wanted to call the girls parents to find out if she had indeed died. We nope’d back to the caravan where everyone was basically done packing up. We decided not to tell them because we would be mocked.
My mate, the boy who was with the lass and me decided to go for a pint before leaving, hell knows we needed a drink. We told him about the ‘milf-witch’ and he found it really eerie too. The bartender (an older bloke about 60) was listening intently to out conversation as we were the only ones in the pub. He said to us we had encountered a ‘bean nighe’ (look that **** up) and I should be thankful I am light on my toes. He said the lass would be dead if the old woman said she was- the boy threw the pint at him in tears and stormed out.

(cont) She said her mother wouldn’t allow tech in the house, but she might see me if I ever came to the caravan again. She said she had to get back to make her mother lunch, so I bid her farewell feeling quite pleased with myself because she seemed to like me. She shouted sorry about what happened to the lass and that she was sure she was in a better place now.

This is sort of where I freaked the ungodly **** out. I never told her about what happened to the lass we were with, and I told her the girl wasn’t dead. She just kind of looked at me blankly for a moment.
Y’know that feeling you get if you are left alone in the woods? That ‘wrong’ feeling?
I felt that so much . It was really bizarre, there seemed to be a stench in the air and the woman was still. Just. ******* . Staring. After about 60 seconds of her creepy blank face I backed the **** up. Ran to my mate and he asked what happened.
I told her of the woman (we jokingly dubbed her the ‘milf-witch’ later on). He said he didn’t want to go down to where I was talking to her because he felt that incredibly ‘wrong’ feeling too and was too freaked.

Out of morbid curiosity I kind of wanted to call the girls parents to find out if she had indeed died. We nope’d back to the caravan where everyone was basically done packing up. We decided not to tell them because we would be mocked.
My mate, the boy who was with the lass and me decided to go for a pint before leaving, hell knows we needed a drink. We told him about the ‘milf-witch’ and he found it really eerie too. The bartender (an older bloke about 60) was listening intently to out conversation as we were the only ones in the pub. He said to us we had encountered a ‘bean nighe’ (look that **** up) and I should be thankful I am light on my toes. He said the lass would be dead if the old woman said she was- the boy threw the pint at him in tears and stormed out.

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#115 to #114 - thedumbledore (01/19/2014) [-]

The girl did actually die in hospital a few days after we got home. She had some undiagnosed condition of some sort, I don’t know much apart from that.

So, that’s my sort-of freaky happening for you lot. Make of it what you will, I’m not totally sure what to make of what happened myself.

The girl did actually die in hospital a few days after we got home. She had some undiagnosed condition of some sort, I don’t know much apart from that.

So, that’s my sort-of freaky happening for you lot. Make of it what you will, I’m not totally sure what to make of what happened myself.

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#132 to #115 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

Probably untrue I WAAAANT TOOOO BELIIIIIIIEEEEEEEVE, tho , a good read, nontheless...thanks.

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#118 to #115 - pantherkid (01/19/2014) [-]

Holy ******* **** !

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#156 - gongthehawkeye (02/01/2014) [-]

Did he pull up his pants?
Because I have this mental image of him running to his car, trou dropped, dick fluttering majestically in the warm summer breeze like the American flag during the Pledge of Allegiance.

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#121 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

I have been in a similar situation, though my cock was not flapping wildly in the wind as anon's was.

Took a trip to Canada about a year back. While I usually go alone on such trips, I decided to bring my closest friend reaversoulstealer for a bit of homoerotic bonding. Sister wanted to come too, stating, "We can have an outdoor threesome!", so she tags along. We arrive near Lake Claire and, per her request, camped near the waters. I brought some basic stuff with us, food, tents, medical supplies, you know, usual **** . He brought a recurve with laser sight, .308 Winchester rifle with long range scope, and a compound crossbow, even though we hadn't planned to go hunting. He said he had read ******** of goatman/skinwalker creepypastas before he left, so he was paranoid of the forest.

After everything was set up, I decided to read the ******* a lovely little story called, "Go the **** to sleep" a book I read to my sis before we slept as a joke which later became a tradition between us , and as I was reading, I heard movement in the brush. I continued reading, figuring stopping mid-sentence was a little too suspicious and would cause whatever was in the woods to run off. I saw that they had noticed as well, and motioned for them to pretend they didn't hear it. As I read, the movement began to quicken, as if it had realised we knew it was there. My instincts were screaming at me to move, to run, to do ******* something other than just sit there and wait. The rifle was a mere foot away from me, but I had no idea how quick this thing was, or if it had friends with it. Right when I was gonna make a grab for the rifle, reaversoulstealer rolled to it and took a shot. I heard a yelp and saw a coyote limping away, and after a few seconds of shock, we all had a big laugh. My sister commented on how scared she was, and on how she was suprised that he had actually hit the thing. The realization hit me as hard as a rock to a window pane.

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#145 to #121 - amuzen ONLINE (01/20/2014) [-]

That sounds like alaska, I can't count the number of times I've had a bear come up to my tent and just like look through then leave me alone, after the first time I got scared and would bring firecrackers but one of my native friends laughed at the habit and said don't worry about that no ******* bear is gonna bother us you pussy! so I didn't and since I've seen them come and investigate whats going on by snorting and digging around my tent almost every time I sleep near the beach up island.

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#122 to #121 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

Not only was he a terrible shot, he quite literally could not shoot to save his life. His aiming was so awful he had actually missed the broad side of a barn during a bet. I looked to where he had shot the coyote. It was several yards away from where the noise had originally came from. I slowly and calmly walked over to where the recurve was, notched an arrow on the string, and listened. Both my sister and him were giving me weird looks, but I didn't care. It was still there, and had used our paranoia and basic survival instincts to it's advantage. The sound of leaves crunching made its way to my ears as I pulled the string and let the arrow fly in the direction of the noise.

That's when I heard the most harrowing sound in my entire life. I have heard a large amount of animalistic screams ranging from that of a red fox to that of a tasmanian devil. But the sound this thing made instilled in me a type of fear I didn't even know existed. It was as if a human child had been combined with some type of primeval creature. My sister grabbed the rifle from reaversoulstealers hands and took a shot her aim is exceedingly better than his , resulting in another of the bloodcurdling screams. Before I could tell them to run, it had made an advance towards my sister, and as terrified as I was, I wasn't gonna let that **** take place. I rushed in front of her in order to take the blow and hopefully plunge my knife which I had hidden in my boot into the ******* heart. It was easily 12 feet tall, with greyish, rug like fur and a split nose. That's when I saw it's eyes. While it's pupils were red, the rest if its eyes were pitch black, like that of a starless night. The thought of this thing getting a hold of my sister, killing her, ripping her to shreds, drove me into a berserker like state, in which the only thing I could think of was killing whatever was in front of me. I had stabbed three times in what I can only assume was it's throat.

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#126 to #122 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

It screamed again, this time with blood clogging its entryway, and made a swipe at me. The blow sent me clear across the field, making me hit a tree. My vision began to blur as I tried to stand, when I was suddenly provided support by my lovely friend, reaversoulstealer. He and my sister rushed me to where we had last parked the truck, in an effort to put distance between us and the ******* colossal monstrosity. It felt like a millennia, but we made to the truck, the only problem was that I was the only one who knew how to drive stick. To the best of my ability being in the dazed state I was I drove us to the nearest establishment that could be considered safe, the Lake Claire Apartments. As we were driving I could see something large rushing towards us with alarming speed. While it probably only took a few minutes in reality, it felt like hours, and by the time we got close I was as hyped up as a heroin junkie at comic con. When we arrived we burst through the doors and got someone to dial 911 as some chick supposedly a nurse tried to stop the blood from coming from my head. When the ambulance arrived I was already out.

When I woke up I was in a hospital called St.Claire Regional Medical center. My sister was sitting up and smiling at me with dried tear marks on her face, while reaversoulstealer was passed out in the corner. I began to sit up, when a sharp pain was sent through my mid-section. I was told by a nurse that I had sustained three broken ribs, and a concussion. I asked her if they knew what it was that had attacked us. She told me it was probably a large moose, that had gotten territorial. She could make up as much **** as she wanted to, it wasn't a ******* moose. As soon as she left, I asked my sister what had happened after I passed out, to which she responded by giving me a vial. I took the vial, and to my surprise saw that it was filled with a strange blood like liquid. And then I noticed.

It was black.

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#137 to #126 - anon (01/20/2014) [-]

Aren't you the guy who ***** his sister?

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#138 to #137 - chaoticlaw (01/20/2014) [-]

Comment Picture

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#123 to #122 - reaversoulstealer (01/19/2014) [-]

My aim is not that bad.

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#124 to #123 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

Yes, it is.

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#125 to #124 - reaversoulstealer (01/19/2014) [-]

Nuh-uh.

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#127 to #125 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

Think of it this way, had you not missed, we would have died.

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#128 to #127 - reaversoulstealer (01/19/2014) [-]

Now I feel special.

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#130 to #121 - ljxjlos (01/19/2014) [-]

While I heavily doubt the story, it was entertaining to read. thanks,

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#131 to #130 - chaoticlaw (01/19/2014) [-]

**** , it would be weird if you didn't doubt it.

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#134 to #131 - ljxjlos (01/20/2014) [-]

I´ve seen some really weird stuff myself The worst being a bear, even way, way bigger than bears are supposed to actually be, in a land, where there haven´t been any bears for decades - no news about other sightings, escapes from a zoo, or anything. I checked and doublechecked and the only thing I found was info about some dead deer and a boar that were "attacked by an unknown, probably foreign beast of prey" (the largest ******* beast of prey we have around here are lynx...nothing would attack a huge-ass boar) ....scared the **** out of me, but I kinda doubt all these stories...I don´t know why, maybe because I´ve seen to many being made up on /x/...I want to believe, tho.

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#56 - ohiowildman (01/19/2014) [-]

>Last shotgun season (2012)
>Hunting on our land in Guernsey Co, Ohio
>sitting in tree stand
>have only seen 2 doe
>bout to call it a day
>try to gtfo before dusk
>unlatching safety harness
>hear something walking up ravine
>hear loud ******* knock behind me
>dont move a ******* muscle
>keeps knocking
>sounds like Barry bonds swinging his bat at trees
> still knocking. has been for about 2 minutes.
>I still haven't moved a cunt hair
>pull back hammer on my H&R single shot
>loud crashing through the woods into adjacent farm
> ***************
> sat there for another 2 hours trying to build up courage to climb down and gtfo
>had the stock to my shoulder walking the 30 acres back to the cabin waiting for something to come at me
>I didn't go out to hunt for 2 days afterwards
we share our land for hunting with the farm owner next to us and we were both hunting that day. I asked him if he heard anything strange and he said no but he was talking to another one of our neighbors who is Amish, and he said the Amish guy's son heard something massive crashing through the woods and howling. Whats ****** up is that we live a mile away fro Salt Fork State Park . "Finding Bigfoot" did an episode there a couple years ago. They also have people who gather there every so often to go on Sasquatch hunts.

*Picture is the actual view from my treestand, looking towards the farm. knocking was to the right of where the photo is aimed

>Last shotgun season (2012)
>Hunting on our land in Guernsey Co, Ohio
>sitting in tree stand
>have only seen 2 doe
>bout to call it a day
>try to gtfo before dusk
>unlatching safety harness
>hear something walking up ravine
>hear loud ******* knock behind me
>dont move a ******* muscle
>keeps knocking
>sounds like Barry bonds swinging his bat at trees
> still knocking. has been for about 2 minutes.
>I still haven't moved a cunt hair
>pull back hammer on my H&R single shot
>loud crashing through the woods into adjacent farm
> ***************
> sat there for another 2 hours trying to build up courage to climb down and gtfo
>had the stock to my shoulder walking the 30 acres back to the cabin waiting for something to come at me
>I didn't go out to hunt for 2 days afterwards
we share our land for hunting with the farm owner next to us and we were both hunting that day. I asked him if he heard anything strange and he said no but he was talking to another one of our neighbors who is Amish, and he said the Amish guy's son heard something massive crashing through the woods and howling. Whats ****** up is that we live a mile away fro Salt Fork State Park . "Finding Bigfoot" did an episode there a couple years ago. They also have people who gather there every so often to go on Sasquatch hunts.

*Picture is the actual view from my treestand, looking towards the farm. knocking was to the right of where the photo is aimed

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#43 - nintendohero (01/19/2014) [-]

Ohio mentioned, all Ohioans rejoice!

Ohio mentioned, all Ohioans rejoice!

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#31 - married (01/19/2014) [-]

Thats true when you get in a ground blind alone you just wana masturbate

Thats true when you get in a ground blind alone you just wana masturbate

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#18 - thelastamerican (01/19/2014) [-]

I haven't hunted in my parents woods for so long that the squirrels will come within 5 feet of you because they don't fear humans any more. I don't know how long the life of a squirrel is, but I would bet that there have been several generations since I last chopped the onions, soaked the rice and made me a gumbo.

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#12 - sockswithsandals (01/19/2014) [-]

hfw roar

hfw roar

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#54 - lovesmylittlepony (01/19/2014) [-]

Ohio Mentioned.

Swell with pride fellow buckeye eaters.

Ohio Mentioned.

Swell with pride fellow buckeye eaters.

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#57 to #54 - ohiowildman (01/19/2014) [-]

where doth thou reside fellow Ohioan?

where doth thou reside fellow Ohioan?

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#63 to #57 - lovesmylittlepony (01/19/2014) [-]

Thou resideth in the small village of Enon, Southwesteth of Springfield.

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#66 to #63 - ohiowildman (01/19/2014) [-]

No **** . In elementary school we went on a field trip to Enon to see some indian burial mound or something. I"m in mentor, east of cleveland.

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#97 to #66 - alyosha (01/19/2014) [-]

No way, Mentor? I have family there, though I live a bit further south. Good town.

My favorite restaurant is right near there too, in Fairport. I'm up that way all the time in spring/summer.

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#104 to #97 - ohiowildman (01/19/2014) [-]

Cool! What restaurant?

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#108 to #104 - alyosha (01/19/2014) [-]

Sunset Harbor. It's right in the marina in Fairport, right on Erie. If you take 2 to 535 and go north, and then bear right when it splits into a V, you go right through Fairport and down this weird steep hill road that leads to the marina. Our wonderful weather keeps them seasonal, but all spring/summer they usually have live entertainment on weekends or at least a DJ of some kind. Plus, really great food and ON the water.

I think they're open year-round except when the weather's truly terrible, and the one "outdoor" bar has big garage doors like that Winking Lizard that's up there so they can block out the wind. They've also got big heating units to keep it livable. So you could technically go whenever, but it's a great place to chill in the warmer weather.

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#116 to #108 - ohiowildman (01/19/2014) [-]

We launch from faireport when we fish from perch & walleye. Never been in there but I'll give it a go next time we go out. Imo the best local restaurant is either Brennan's or pickle bills . The Lake Erie sampler at Brennan's is the absolute best. And you can't argue with the crab legs at PB's

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#117 to #116 - alyosha (01/19/2014) [-]

Both of those are also very good. Although personally I like Sunset's food better, but I'm not much into crab so I can't really compare the two. Those are right nearby, though - if you remember seeing a big blue boat hangar thing with "HTP" on the side, that's the marina where Sunset is. It's just to the right as you come out of the river there.

I actually can't remember the last time I've been to Pickle Bills. I used to go there a bunch before Sunset opened. They do have some great seafood there.

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#68 to #66 - lovesmylittlepony (01/19/2014) [-]

Ah, the old big ass hill in town.

It's fun as **** to sled down in times like this.

Besides the Speed way head quarters, that's the only real interest in town here.

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#24 - redstag (01/19/2014) [-]

Tittylovin? Moar please.

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