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III - Wendigo. Please Read First: Stories written in chronological order. Highly recommended to read them in order. Names have been changed except for my sister

Please Read First:
Stories written in chronological order. Highly recommended to read them in order. Names have been changed except for my sister as I do not hang out or speak to just about any of these people anymore, and therefore can't get their permission to use their names. The reasons behind all of them will be mentioned in future stories. This isn't really morbid or scary, but gives you much needed insight into the later stories and events to transpire. Also, don't worry, I have created a Character Map for reference later, so I know exactly who Gregg, John, Bobby, Jimmy, etc are to accurately portray who did what in later stories.

Background Story:
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I figure I might as well share a couple personal experiences (sort of) that I've had around here. I live near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, which is one of the biggest paranormal hotspots in the United States. I actually, more specifically, live about a 25 minute drive east of there (by the river). But even though we aren't super close to the site where thousands of American Soldiers slaughtered each other - the so called "Seven Gates of Hell" is inbetween and that doesn't help. Especially when you include the fact that hundreds of Native Americans were also massacred just in the woods outside of town.

Moving on, it's a cozy little town, but a very bad place to live for those who have a problem with witnessing paranormal phenomena. We're all in different stages when it comes to that, which is why I think there's a lot of people out there who don't believe in it at all.

Ill - Wendigo
Links to others are in a stickied comment. This part is a lot shorter than the
first two. A background of the story and other such things can be found in the
description. --
Now, before anybody goes on disbelieving the legend of the Wendigo, it' s
simply a coin we termed for the being we encountered for the better part of a
year. No idea what to call it, but the name stuck. For quite some time we were
afraid to go out late at night. Call it a between my group of
friends, or call it hanging on the fringe of sanity. We have neuter found any
proof that this was all one being, but eyery encounter was similar. From sudden
glimpses of effigies moving at great speeds between areas of darkness, to
encounters such as the one in the second part of this story - it was -
pants terrifying,
I remember one occasion several weeks after the second part that particularly
disturbed me, and also has a slightly ironic chuckle in there. It was me, and just
one friend of mine. I was in the town above where I live, and my friends name
is Vince. We had been having a little fun like when we were young; we still are
big kids to be honest. We got together a couple cigars and had collected sticks
that resemble weapons and played in a big like area in the middle of
the night. Rescuing hostages, killing things that aren' t there, etc. It was a great
time, until something actually was there.
It was just below a school that is now . There is a short, random
wooded area. It can' t be more than 100 feet thick and 400 feet long. From what
I remember, our plan was something along the lines of going through the
jungle" and rescuing hostages from drug cartels that were camped out by the
heroin storage depot [jungle gym]. He was to flank around the "jungle" and hit
them from behind while I laid at the top of the hill on a clearing in the "jungle"
and covered his approach. It was a little bit of a hike for him to get around, sol
was laying there with my cigar, minding my own business while I stalked
enemies that weren' t really there.
Meanwhile, keep in mind it' s still winter time. It' s cold but not as cold as it used
to be [it' s the middle/ end of February]. I was well dressed but the ground was
getting cold, so I tried to movie into a crouched position. When I did, something
grabbed my leg [more like swept it from under mel and I slid down the wet,
night grass. Like an idiot, I quickly stood up, ran up the hill and pointed my stick
gun" at the woods and yell "Fuck!". Vince, thinking I' m powerplaying, runs up
out of nowhere and yells "we' re being flanked!", then throws a pinecone
grenade" into the area of the "jungle" that I was still looking at with a terrified
Needless to say, he must have hit whatever grabbed me right in the face,
because while he was still powerplaying like an idiot, the pinecone ca me flying
out of the woods and hit him directly in his right eye. We nope' d our way out of
there as fast as we could. I looked back a couple times and couldn' t see
anything. About 100 feet from the edge of the woods I heard what apparently
is a racoon having its body crushed. We went back to the woods the next day
and found nothing but a racoon' s tail and a pool of blood near where I was
laying on the path.
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> hey anon, wanna give your opinion?
User avatar #1 - pigglysumbeech [OP]
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stickied by pigglysumbeech
User avatar #7 - mariopimp
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(08/08/2014) [-]
Awesome! Let me know when you do your next one.
#9 - karrotj
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Anyone got the story of the two guys who go hiking and they hear someone calling for help and dudes friend goes to investigate and all of a sudden the voice changes to his friends voice? Think at the end he goes to a park ranger and the ranger has like mangoat skulls all over his wall and grabs his shotgun or something, that last part may have been a different creepypasta
User avatar #2 - charagrin
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Ah yes, horror movie logic. 'We saw a terrifying monster a few days ago, so we better go back to the same area after dark and play games. Nothing bad will happen."
User avatar #3 to #2 - pigglysumbeech [OP]
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First and only time the occurrences happened outside of the town aside from the campsite I went to with my ex's family a couple years later. Both are unrelated to the town, I'm sure of that. Thanks for reading, though.
User avatar #5 to #3 - charagrin
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I did thumb it up, so don't worry about that as I like creepypastas. But the logic of a lot of them just ruin it for me, like this one did, no offense. 2 Miles away isn't another area, it's 2 miles away. If a news report said people were being killed in an area by some monster or serial killer, you wouldn't go camping 2 miles from it.
User avatar #6 to #5 - pigglysumbeech [OP]
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To each their own. Through all the years we've never actually been harmed by anything, so looking back the decision wasn't a bad one. Vince didn't know of the events that transpired before, all I wanted to do was drink in his house and play guitar/watch movies.

I'm also a thrill seeker, to this day I still walk down dark alley's in the middle of the night. Only place I don't go is the woods by the river. Tried drunk once, and got lost. But that's a story all on its own.
User avatar #4 to #2 - pigglysumbeech [OP]
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Also noted that you said "the same area". They're about two miles from each other.
#8 to #2 - anon id: 3646c98e
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Hehe, yeah it does sound unlogical. However don't forget about the curiosity of man, and its feeling of being in controll and supperior.
A scare like that will break the sense of supperiority and controll, as well as arrouse its curiosity. This is often why people find themselves attracted to spots where strange **** happened; because they subcontiously want to both figure the **** out and show that they're in controll.
I'm pretty sure that if you search your memories you too have ventured to places you were told not to out of curiosity, or returned to places where something weird/creepy/disturbing happened in order to explore.
Sadly the "horror movie logic" is in fact "human curiosity logic"