Creepy Stories

whufcwesthamunited wrote:An autistic man licked my face today at work. I loved it.

^ You forgot the last part. Fixed it.

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke—he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

Coolguy 127 wrote:

Buddie wrote:a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife "Go to sleep... go to sleep..." When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.

 
Liked the visual for that, (Kinda how I pictured it when I read that story) but the ending threw me off lol. Creepy shit.

Skinny_Kid wrote:

Chokey wrote:the last man on earth was masturbating. but who was phone?

 

41OMaXiMuS wrote:Ok this next one really creeped me the fuck out because I've had some weird ass encounters walking around at night. Not quite this bad though.

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the fuck do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

Thats too creepy... I hope this ain't true

I want something like that to happen to me.

King wrote:I want something like that to happen to me.

I'll keep that in mind. 

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down

i was home alone
it was a peaceful saturday night
masturbating as always
suddenly something very creepy happend
from under my bed this particular sound came
it sounded like a ghost
WUUUUUUUUUUUH
i checked it
it wasnt
it was because my window was open under my bed
then i came

41OMaXiMuS wrote:Ok this next one really creeped me the fuck out because I've had some weird ass encounters walking around at night. Not quite this bad though.

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the fuck do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

Short Film based off this story.

 

I actually have a creepy story to tell that is genuinely mine (maximus). I managed to block this memory for quite some time but my mom reminded me about it yesterday. Here goes:

So, 13 years ago I was living with my father & grandmother. My father is / was an alcoholic and worked as a manager at superfresh... (he couldn't really afford his own place, so we lived with granny). My grandmom had a huge house with a 5 acre plot of land around it, basically a field surrounded by woods, with a long ass driveway that takes you to the main road. So there are no immediate neighbors and no street lights outside.

My grandmother, dad and uncle all drove to Delaware one day to hit up a small casino and have some fun. I was left at home because I was underage, but old enough to look after myself. They would leave Delaware around 8pm and be home by 10pm. Fine with me, I was looking forwad to surfing porn sites all night w/o worry of being disturbed, lol.

Well I got bored of that eventually and decided to go through my dads movie collection. I noticed he had a copy of "Dracula 2000" and figured I'd watch that and eat some popcorn while I waited for them to get home. It was around 7pm at the time so it was starting to get dark, but it was still bright out.

The movie was kinda corny. Not bad, not good, I thought to myself. I turned the TV off and walked over to the PC. Remember I said my grandmother had a big house? Well the living room was MASSIVE, like 80 ft x 80ft, and then it was connected to a huge kitchen. The TV and the PC were on opposite sides of the living room. The PC was right by a hallway.

So I'm chillin on the PC, sending instant messages to chicks on AOL (56k dial-up baby!). I was listening to some music (red hot chili pappers), no headphones. Anyway I felt a "woosh" over my head, like something went by my head and almost touched it. I immediately turned the music down and here some weird ass noise, like some little high pitched squeek, and flapping. Well, the hallway that I mentioned leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. This hallway was pitch black at the time because I had been in the living room watching the movie since the sun went down. So I'm staring down this hallway and my imagination is running a little bit wild, but nothing happens. The noise had stopped.... so I calmed myself down and sat back down at the PC.

About 5 minutes later I got a shiver down my back and randomly thought about what just happened... made myself scared all over again and start looking at the pitch black hallway. At this point a bat comes flying out of the darkness right towards my face... I mean this thing was coming right for me, no doubt about it. I fall backwards in my chair as it comes towards my face and it flys right over me, would have hit me if I didn't fall over. My adrenaline is skyrocketing and at this point I have already decided that I am being attacked by a vampire and I am going to die. I jump up and sprint full speed to the kitchen, instinctively grab the portable phone while still sprinting (like a boss) ran INTO the dark hallway, flipped the lightswitch on, slid into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it.

I am freaking the fuck out at this point, breathing heavy and just hyped as fuck. I wanted to call my mom because I knew my dad would not believe me, he was an asshole like that. I pick up the phone and there is no dialtone, just some fucked up noises. GOD DAMN 56K BULLSHIT!!!! So now I'm locked in the bathroom and can't call for help because the phoneline is tied up. But it gets worse.

This little motherfucker is right at the door, trying to push one of his little claw / winged bullshit things underneath of the door frame. I'm really about to cry, I won't lie to you. I grabbed a toothbrush and started stabibing at the wing and it pulled itself back through the doorframe. I take the rugmat of the floor and push it up against the bottom of the door so there's no way it can get in.

So after about 45minutes of beling locked in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, I hear the automatic garage door opening, meaning my dad and grandmom are home. As soon as I hear the door to the house open I start screaming for help. My dad runs back to the bathroom door asking me whats wrong and I just kept saying "is it gone? is it gone?". He said he didn't know wtf I was talking about, nothing was there, and eventually he convinced me to come out of the bathroom.

I explain the situation and he laughs at me for a good 5 minutes. Fuck you Dad. He goes back towards his bedroom to get ready for bed. I hear him screaming and I already know... My dad is being eaten alive by a vampire. So I go grab the shotgun from the closet. Oh yeah, I'm at the breaking point now and I'm ready to kill some shit. Dad runs into the living room with a pillow sheet wrapped up in his hands and says "I GOT THE MOTHERFUCKER, FOLLOW ME".

We go outside and my dad proceeds to beat the pillowcase up against a brick wall repeatedly for about 2 or 3 minutes. I tell him it's not over yet and I threw the pillowcase on the grass, and filled that motherfucker up with 2 shells from a 12 gauge shotgun. My dad is laughing his ass off at me again. I laughed a bit too but I was still freaked out. We concluded that the bat must have had rabies because most bats want to stay away from humans.

I managed to fall asleep that night without too much of a problem, I guess I was mentally exhausted from the whole ordeal. Now here is where it gets even freakier. And to this day I don't know if my dad did this to fuck with me. But I go outside the next day and the pillowcase is empty. It's bloody and full of holes from the 2 shells I fired, but there is nothing in the pillowcase. I confronted my dad about it and he swore to me he didn't touch it. He said a wild animal probably dragged it into the woods and ate it. I dunno tho... I'm pretty sure we fought off a vampire attack and lived to tell the tale. You be the judge.

41OMaXiMuS wrote:I actually have a creepy story to tell that is genuinely mine (maximus). I managed to block this memory for quite some time but my mom reminded me about it yesterday. Here goes:

So, 13 years ago I was living with my father & grandmother. My father is / was an alcoholic and worked as a manager at superfresh... (he couldn't really afford his own place, so we lived with granny). My grandmom had a huge house with a 5 acre plot of land around it, basically a field surrounded by woods, with a long ass driveway that takes you to the main road. So there are no immediate neighbors and no street lights outside.

My grandmother, dad and uncle all drove to Delaware one day to hit up a small casino and have some fun. I was left at home because I was underage, but old enough to look after myself. They would leave Delaware around 8pm and be home by 10pm. Fine with me, I was looking forwad to surfing porn sites all night w/o worry of being disturbed, lol.

Well I got bored of that eventually and decided to go through my dads movie collection. I noticed he had a copy of "Dracula 2000" and figured I'd watch that and eat some popcorn while I waited for them to get home. It was around 7pm at the time so it was starting to get dark, but it was still bright out.

The movie was kinda corny. Not bad, not good, I thought to myself. I turned the TV off and walked over to the PC. Remember I said my grandmother had a big house? Well the living room was MASSIVE, like 80 ft x 80ft, and then it was connected to a huge kitchen. The TV and the PC were on opposite sides of the living room. The PC was right by a hallway.

So I'm chillin on the PC, sending instant messages to chicks on AOL (56k dial-up baby!). I was listening to some music (red hot chili pappers), no headphones. Anyway I felt a "woosh" over my head, like something went by my head and almost touched it. I immediately turned the music down and here some weird ass noise, like some little high pitched squeek, and flapping. Well, the hallway that I mentioned leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. This hallway was pitch black at the time because I had been in the living room watching the movie since the sun went down. So I'm staring down this hallway and my imagination is running a little bit wild, but nothing happens. The noise had stopped.... so I calmed myself down and sat back down at the PC.

About 5 minutes later I got a shiver down my back and randomly thought about what just happened... made myself scared all over again and start looking at the pitch black hallway. At this point a bat comes flying out of the darkness right towards my face... I mean this thing was coming right for me, no doubt about it. I fall backwards in my chair as it comes towards my face and it flys right over me, would have hit me if I didn't fall over. My adrenaline is skyrocketing and at this point I have already decided that I am being attacked by a vampire and I am going to die. I jump up and sprint full speed to the kitchen, instinctively grab the portable phone while still sprinting (like a boss) ran INTO the dark hallway, flipped the lightswitch on, slid into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it.

I am freaking the fuck out at this point, breathing heavy and just hyped as fuck. I wanted to call my mom because I knew my dad would not believe me, he was an asshole like that. I pick up the phone and there is no dialtone, just some fucked up noises. GOD DAMN 56K BULLSHIT!!!! So now I'm locked in the bathroom and can't call for help because the phoneline is tied up. But it gets worse.

This little motherfucker is right at the door, trying to push one of his little claw / winged bullshit things underneath of the door frame. I'm really about to cry, I won't lie to you. I grabbed a toothbrush and started stabibing at the wing and it pulled itself back through the doorframe. I take the rugmat of the floor and push it up against the bottom of the door so there's no way it can get in.

So after about 45minutes of beling locked in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, I hear the automatic garage door opening, meaning my dad and grandmom are home. As soon as I hear the door to the house open I start screaming for help. My dad runs back to the bathroom door asking me whats wrong and I just kept saying "is it gone? is it gone?". He said he didn't know wtf I was talking about, nothing was there, and eventually he convinced me to come out of the bathroom.

I explain the situation and he laughs at me for a good 5 minutes. Fuck you Dad. He goes back towards his bedroom to get ready for bed. I hear him screaming and I already know... My dad is being eaten alive by a vampire. So I go grab the shotgun from the closet. Oh yeah, I'm at the breaking point now and I'm ready to kill some shit. Dad runs into the living room with a pillow sheet wrapped up in his hands and says "I GOT THE MOTHERFUCKER, FOLLOW ME".

We go outside and my dad proceeds to beat the pillowcase up against a brick wall repeatedly for about 2 or 3 minutes. I tell him it's not over yet and I threw the pillowcase on the grass, and filled that motherfucker up with 2 shells from a 12 gauge shotgun. My dad is laughing his ass off at me again. I laughed a bit too but I was still freaked out. We concluded that the bat must have had rabies because most bats want to stay away from humans.

I managed to fall asleep that night without too much of a problem, I guess I was mentally exhausted from the whole ordeal. Now here is where it gets even freakier. And to this day I don't know if my dad did this to fuck with me. But I go outside the next day and the pillowcase is empty. It's bloody and full of holes from the 2 shells I fired, but there is nothing in the pillowcase. I confronted my dad about it and he swore to me he didn't touch it. He said a wild animal probably dragged it into the woods and ate it. I dunno tho... I'm pretty sure we fought off a vampire attack and lived to tell the tale. You be the judge.

fuckin lol'd

Pretty weird that you were watching a vampire movie and a few minutes later a bat flies at you lol. That's very ironic

Buddie wrote:Pretty weird that you were watching a vampire movie and a few minutes later a bat flies at you lol. That's very ironic

That's what I thought haha, this story was fucking gold.

Yea that bat must of had something up with it, they usually evade humans.

I remember one night when I was walking in the sidewalk a rat started running after me. I was like wtf because when I turned it would also turn so I knew for a fact it was following me, I just went into a Deli and closed the door. I laughed my ass off after, I ran away from it fast as hell though lol.

@ Buddie + AlwaysRaw - Exactly. Any other time I would have just grabbed a baseball bat and smacked the thing outta the air without a second thought... But I had literally just finished watching a vampire movie, so I panicked and ran like a bitch. Also of note, that is the only time I know of that a Bat ever made into the house.

@ KING - yeah, my guess is that it had rabies. And fuck that rat bro.

I got attacked by another animal with rabies too. Maybe 5 years ago I came home from work and my mom was screaming. I ran into the kitchen to see what was wrong, she was looking out the windows and the dog was barking like crazy. I take a look outside and I see nothing. She tells me got chased inside by a zombie squirrel covered in blood. Naturally I'm laughing my fucking ass off. I went outside to investigate and I noticed something small moving by the trashcans at the farthest right corner of the yard. This crazy ass looking squirrel comes walking slowly from behind the trashcans and stares me down. This thing was insane looking. It was missing half of it's fur, whole body covered in blood, and it's jaw was like broken or something because it was hanging funny... and it was chattering it's teeth together really fast. Some freaky shit. So at this point I'm slowly backing away towards the door and out of nowhere it starts to charge me in a full sprint, so I ran into the house and locked the door, while screaming like a bitch. We called animal control but by the time they got there it was gone, and we never saw it again. But still to this day when I'm in the backyard at night sometimes I rememebr the squirrel and get a little bit scared, lolol.

I got a creepy story for y'all. So I was browsing FVF (Funk Volume Friends) and came a cross a creepy picture. Things were going normal until I started zooming in. I'll post the pictures detailing of my discovery here.

Spoiler:

Now, what we have here is obviously a mature older woman enjoying a day on the beach. All in all, it doesn't look like anything is wrong... until I zoomed in. 

Spoiler:

I started getting goosebumps. As the sweat ran down my face I continued to zoom the picture in after realizing something was definitely amiss. 

Spoiler:

As you can imagine I'm freaking out right now. I'm home alone and cannot deal with this spooky supernatural shit at the moment. I breath in deep and continue zooming. 

Spoiler:

It's at this point my computer starts freezing. I managed to get it running long enough to compile all this evidence to you all here. If I don't make it back on, please know I didn't want this.

hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha

DICKS/10

Here's my story: (not me, Skinny_Dik)

>be 16

>be black and have family down in Alabama

>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville

>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping

>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp

>know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me

>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days

>we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird

>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone

>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours

>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes

>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods

>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out

>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods

>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us

>he says OK

I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in.

So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there's the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17.

We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along.

It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls.

About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we has started and this really nasty coppery smell like right after you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. I wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back of your throat smell.

We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we all can smell it. All of a sudden we can hear people booking down the path toward us and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing out of breath, and they don't even break stride they all run into the trailer right by where the fire is.

We all got the fuck outta there and get into the trailers. They end up calming down, even Rooster is crying his fucking eyes out at this point. All the while the fire is guttering lower and lower so my other cousins say fuck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers.

Tanner goes, "Fuck no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside!" He's been crying too and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit.

He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house, his father said sure he could go out camping but to make sure they were careful on the way back and that maybe they should take on of the hunting rifles just in case.

Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes even though they don't usually fuck with live animals.

He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping.

So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking, the girl already had but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the fuck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they had shout at him and told him that he was scaring the fuck out of them and what a dick he was.

He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell, and they say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and its a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path.

So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, I should have taken the fucking rifle. As their telling the story the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin.

They say that after they started walking faster, that a kind of low gibbering had started coming from out of both sides of the wood. And they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods and the gibbering just got louder and louder and when they could see the light from out camp fire something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer.

So we're out in the fucking woods, and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to fuck with us.

All of a sudden, my other cousin Junior starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the goat man or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the fuck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now.

But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the fucking goat man and how we're in his woods and blah blah blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago the year before I graduated from college I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a fucking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo and it's bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it.

Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, the goat mans going to get in and fucking get us. The girl's are all terrified and my cousins and I are all fucking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal.

So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it. Like usually smells fade away or get less. It just literally was there one second and then not the second.

So after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some assholes trying to fuck with us, so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit.

Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finish some 2 spooky story, I don't remember what about, the smell comes back. And it's so fucking strong that one of the girls literally starts vomiting.

I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is, and I say we should get inside. This isn't right, we should have just fucking left.

We all go back inside and we're standing around, and my cousin just keep going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin rooster tries to shut him the fuck up. All the while I'm just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out what the fuck it is.

We end up sitting in there for a while, the smell is just as strong and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with 4 brats in a pack we have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one.

He starts grumbling about how the fuck do I get two and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he's fucking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more.

That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and tan just starts screaming, "Oh JESUS, OH LORD, GET OUT!." She's crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the fuck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart fucking sink, I run the fuck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us, the trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin.

One of my cousins friends ask us what the fuck was wrong. And I start counting us, and there's only 11 now.

I shit you not, my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole fucking time but there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you are just dicking around having a good time you don't sweat the small shit, and you don't always keep track of certain stuff, but I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been their for at least a fucking day, eating with us. And what makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person/the goatman.

the girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside, eventually we get big ass sticks and go back in the cabin and there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the fuck happened, and the girl says that she realized too and that whens he was about to say something the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn't understand.

So we are pretty much scared as fuck and we huddle together and then I fall asleep. When I wake up the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and then half are packing our shit up.

We all want to walk back home, but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just fucking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the fuck out of the woods.

The girls name was Keira, the one that the goatman had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad and she say she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night.

So we decide to split people up and the 4 that want to go can go, and that I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's my uncles and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren't taking the shit seriously and I def don't want to be out in the woods for another night, so I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people, now 4 girls and 4 guys to bet the fuck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left this is about 4 pm o clock.

At around 5 pm he hasn't made it back yet and we're getting extremely fucking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun.

it's about 5:30 pm or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she's standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin.

I'm thinking to myself, she was so fucking scared why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has be gone but now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it.

I say this to the rest of them and everybody, these are the people that wanted to stay in the fucking woods after we had the god damn goatman in our midst, are laughing at me and asking did I set this up to scare them.

I'm looking at them like, I am not fucking bullshitting you at all right now. I ask them why the fuck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera, she gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving, I don't know how the fuck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that I that made me realize there was not a fucking sound in the whole woods, it was dead silent.

This was like later in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big ass geese honking or some kind of birds or squirrels chittering.

So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the fucking trailer right got damn now.

She backs up into the trailer and and we lock the fucking door. We pull down all the shades except one, and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so, the guy turns to say that she's still there. And there's a HUGE fucking bang on the door.

We all jump the fuck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The bamming is super fucking loud.

He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and whispers in my ear, "You know, there are only seven of us in here right?". I get that feeling where you stomach drops in your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer while we were sorting out who was going where, and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day, it has just slipped right back in.

We look out the window and there is nobody out there. So we recount everyone and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier. And everybody says 8. I say, "Well, how many are here now?" They all do the count and then realize there are only now 7 people in the cabin.

So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo and his rifle. And he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he said it was goat man. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and that in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home.

Now I'm really fucking terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the fuck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks that I'm trying to be funny and prank them and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not funny. He keeps telling her I'm not that kind of person and she says, "Well how do we know the girl wasn't just Tanner in a wig?. Or if it's really the goatman, how do we know that this is the real Tanner and that goatman just didn't kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun?"

So we fucking get into a huge argument about this, where me and Tan are like we could seriously be in danger because at the very least someone has be sneaking themselves into our fucking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us and at worst it something bad in the forest fucking with us.

One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we're trying to tell her that's a no fucking go because none of us are walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point the sun is starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out.

We eat something and turn on the radio for a while, but we can't really get a station out there with anything decent. So we turn it off at about the time that Tan's cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy duty lantern flashlights and another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whisper to Tan asking if he's sure that's his cousin and he says yes.

The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused.

He says, "Where's your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet me up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something?" He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin, because it smelled like bloody and hot pans all the way up the trail. We are all like fucking NOPE. But we ask him what the fuck he's talking about with the girl he saw.

He had come down the same trail Tan had been using and that he had come up on "one of you's guys buddies" standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him slackjawed. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was just look at him. Then, she smiled at him and he said he kept walking but she couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and did she need any help. But, she had continued to stare. Eventually, he had been walking and turned around a bend in the trail. But when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. He'd assumed she had taken some short cut through the woods to our trailer.

We tell him the whole story of what's been going on. I half expected him to say we were full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room.

Tanner's cousin gets back to the girl. He says, when she had kept trying to lag behind him it had kind weirded him the fuck out so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked she was always lagging a little behind. And that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to the camp. He said, eventually it go really strong she had said something really low that he didn't catch and he had turned and she had been right the fuck up on him and he stepped back from her.

It was at this point he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn't him to carry her back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have "misjudged the distance" because she was off to the side of where he had put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her.

So at this point we know this shit's real unless Tan is playing a joke, which we can tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants.

So the load up their rifles we eat some more and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this fucking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to god that it's some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed so I would shit for the rest of my life.

At round 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty gross blood smell, like cooking blood and singed hair. Tan and his cousin, Reese, get the fuck up instantly and grab the rifles.

There's like a half knocking half clawing at the door, and I shit you not there's this voice, and it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs whose owners teach them how to "talk", and it says in this halting weirdly toned voice, " Let me the fuck in stop fucking playing".

It made my fucking nuts creep up against my body, one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus.

It was so fucking obviously not a person talking. It didn't have the right cadence, and that's some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk, no matter what language. All people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking.

This shit didn't have any kind of cadence or rhythm, YouTube those cats. That's what the fuck it sounded like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror mode. And we keep yelling outside "who is it, stop fucking around man." and it just keeps saying, "in" or "Let me the fuck in" for almost 15 minutes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw

It sounded like this almost only not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded, then you can't imagine how fucked up the whole situation was.

So then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods and shit. And ever couple minutes it comes back into the door, and says something.

Finally when the smell fades away, it's around 2 in the morning right now. Reese says, man fuck this and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle.

He fires a shot into the air. And says something to the affect of, in the name of Jesus Christ go away. He fires two more times, and then from the woods right up against the river across from the trailer it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting.

Then it starts screaming and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that and you can hear the brush over that way start to shake, Reese fires over into the treeline and then starts backing into the house.

We lock the door, and we can hear this shit keening and screaming. Reese says something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground crawling toward the cabin, he had shot at it.

Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night went, it literally was screaming constantly for the next 2 hours and we could hear shit moving out into the treeline. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep.

Tan had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle, nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later. after the whole thing was over.

He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noises finally stopped, and he had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us and he had nodded off.

Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong and while pretending to be sleeping he counted us. There were 9 people in the cabin. He basically didn't want to try to shoot at the fucking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we kill ourselves. So he just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep.

He said sometimes it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing, or heave like it was laughing. But then it would lay back down.

The story closes pretty weak, because from my perspective nothing happened. We woke up. And I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, and that he was avoiding looking at all of us. But we ate some breakfast, packed up and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the cabin and said he'd lock up and bring me my uncles keys, to just start walking and he'd catch up. Which I didn't really want to fucking do.

We got a little bit up the path, and then he came running up and basically we just jogged back to his house and his cousin took us home.

There was a window in the bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and look in there, he said there was a window, that we were to stupid to lock and that there was no screen on it. The window was fucking up when he went in there.

I'm guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the god damn way back to his house and then he said it lagged to the back of the group and then looked him dead in the eyes and walked into the woods.