Real Scary Stories of Wendigo and Skinwalker
I don't really have an explanation for what happened I have ideas but here's the story I'm a freshly graduated high school student on my way to college during my senior year I had a job working for my grandfather as a farmand more or less a farm manager he would give me instructions on what to do on the farm without him being there most commonly feeding the cows it was early November and at this time baseball practice started after school and would last from 3:25 to 5:30 by that time the sun was almost down when I arrived at work and started getting ready one day I had gotten dressed filled up the buckets and fed the first farm when I realized that I didn't have a key to the other Farm frustrated I was forced to pick up two buckets at a time and walk them from the fence to the feed trough a good 40 yard walk while walking I was trying to keep myself upbeat and just started to whistle no real pattern or tune just something that I came up with when I came back and put the last buckets in the bed of the truck I heard something from my neighboring property it was wish Ling strange I thought as no one lives anywhere near that property and it sounded very close I rationalized it was a mocking bird or something and just kind of went on with my life the next couple of days I didn't whistle but the whistling continued slowly over those few days it got clearer and clearer until it sounded like regular whistling eventually it got louder when I first heard it it was very faint I almost missed it over the crunching of me walking to my truck in the last few days I kind of became accustomed to the whistling and kind of expected it when one day it didn't come I was a little disappointed this time I had brought the key and walked up to the gate and started fiddling with my keys when I dropped them into the grass I said damn it when I dropped them I squatted down and started to search for them when I heard a very faint sound coming from the other property a low groan or GLE and it was getting louder at this point I wasn't scared but more curious as to what was going on over there I left my truck parked across from the property and walked a few feet down the road and hopped the fence of the property where I heard the sounds the land in there goes straight uphill and is heavily wooded all throughout and the further you go up the more dense it gets Looking Back Now I made a few big mistakes that could have gotten me hurt as I walked up the hill I would occasionally hear the gurgle it was far up the hill so still as faint as it was before as I walked a bad smell started to hit my nose a weird mixture of garbage and wet dog or something I heard something as I was about to crush the.
The Skinwalker
hill damn it a very dry low and quite distorted Dam it came from a couple of yards in front of me it sounded like a 60-year-old smoker saying damn it very slowly as if they didn't know English or something I automatically thought someone was on our property somewhat angry and paranoid now I started to move slower I didn't want this guy to hear me before I could see them I kept going and stopped and listened when I heard another sound damn it damn damn it this guy was now slowly saying damn it normally not long and drawn out in that Eerie way as if he didn't know English I sat down on this log kind of listening trying to figure out what I should do about this person he kept saying it over and over and I noticed his tone was getting higher and his inflection was changing and it hit me this guy was perfectly mimicking me my tone inflexion lit Lally everything he even mimicked my frustration when I said it angry and kind of scared now I got up and started to Crest the hill I flicked on my flashlight in my phone hey this is private property I was cut off in M sentence as I came over the hill the light barely illuminated this naked figure squatting just a couple of yards in front of me his eyes were illuminated by The Faint glow of my flashlight light I automatically felt that something was wrong this wasn't a regular person his neck was longer than normal and when I came up the hill he winched his neck and snapped his head to look at me without moving his eyes were too big and his head was large and slender he was squatted in a ballerina type squat I looked at his body he was very skinny his ribs were showing through a skin the was a short silence and like a robot the man turned in the leaves and slowly stood with his hands next to his side I was debating if it was even a person it was far too tall to be a person damn it it said in my voice I turned and sprinted down the hill it didn't feel like I was running but more that my legs were just going through the motions I didn't look back before I got to the fence and when I hopped it I got in my truck and sped away sadly I still work at that farm but I've never told anyone the story not even my grandfather I've only heard the whistling a few more times since then I'm not really a believer in the Paranormal and I really Tred to find an explanation for weird stuff and believe that this may have just been some weird squatter but I really don't know my father told me a story once and I'll never forget it for a few reasons I think it's the first story he told me as a child it's also the story of how my grandfather died but honestly that isn't the reason you hear stories on TV or.
Wendingos & Skinwalker
sometimes you overhear something in a public place people talk about ghosts and aliens and you think to yourself that isn't real they're making it up or they're mistaken or they're crazy something like that he just can't believe it until something happens something that brings it all together connects the dots in a way that you didn't think of before maybe it happens to you or maybe you hear the same story again again happening to different people it doesn't take long for the world to become a bit bigger than you thought as I said this is a story my father told me but I never believed it even though he swore up and down that it was true it wasn't until I started clicking around the internet that I started to believe I started to hear other stories just like the one my father told me it didn't take me long to believe in the rake that's not what my father called it of course he's never used the internet in his life he wouldn't know what the consensus has taken to naming it when he chose to call it something other than it or that thing he called it skinwalker after an old Navajo tale his grandfather told him but I'll tell you the story the way he told it to me we were out hunting one night killing coyotes for 50 bucks a skin we lived on a dairy farm in Ohio and sometimes we'd kill a calf we'd do it every night because we needed the money sometimes while we were out we'd come upon a deer and kill it our landlord didn't mind and it could feed our family for a few nights and save us some money anyway we were done making our rounds and heading home walking because we didn't have a car or a four-wheeler back then and we'd cut through the woods and that's when we came upon it blood everywhere splattered on the trees in the grass in the creek everywhere and at first we figured it was a pack of coyotes we'd seen it sometimes they scavenge and then start hunting deer or cattle the worst was when they bred with feral dogs but this wasn't like that when a pack of dogs or Wolves or coyotes attack something they do it right they'll pick off one that's weak sick old or just small they'll hunt it draw it into a corner someplace it can't get out of and then they'll run it right to the biggest one the alpha and that deer will never see that Alpha they might hear it but it won't see it it'll just notice that its throat is gone and then it will drop dead it's quick it's clean that wasn't what what happened here something had run up on a den of deer coyotes won't attack a den and wolves neither because they'd get too much of a fight there were three I think three bodies just torn apart you'd see a head here a leg there a torso over there predators don't do that they don't leave behind scraps what had done this hadn't done it for food it had done it for fun but we didn't didn't know that we.
Skinwalkers have no age limits
saw a bunch of carcasses and we think it's something that we've got to take care of I remember my dad telling me to go home he thought it was a pack of feral dogs but I wasn't leaving him and I damn sure wasn't walking through 2 miles of woods alone with nothing but a 22 and a pocket knife I was only 13 at the time so a 22 rifle was about the only gun I could reliably use dad had the shotgun and he wasn't going inwhere without it it took me a while to convince him but finally we began tracking whatever did that it wasn't hard either we just followed the blood either that thing bled a deer before it got away or it dragged one for a mile I don't know I know that I'd never seen my dad scared before that night we started hearing noises I've been in a lot of woods in my life I've been all over the world and I ain't never heard noises like I heard that night I heard things screaming deer and fox and rabbits and raccoons and birds just scared now keep in mind this is maybe 12 or 1:00 except the fox and some birds nothing was supposed to be awake but they weren't just awake they were moving I saw flocks of birds that night fly straight into trees just trying to get out of there We Came Upon a pack of coyotes nearly shot a couple thinking that it was what we were looking for but then we saw that they were running towards us they ran right past us didn't even notice and then some deer did the same and then some rabbits squirrels foxes even a couple of Wild Hogs these things were supposed to be eating each other and the only thing they cared about was getting out of there we should have put it together that maybe whatever we were tracking it wasn't something we were supposed to see and it wasn't something we could kill I don't know why we didn't just go home I guess we were curious I think that was my dad's nature to go toward trouble to fight and knowing what I knew about what my father did during the war my nature was to stay close to him we finally get into an open Valley it was normally a soy field but it wasn't in season so it was just flat dirt we saw the tracks then a lot of the animals fleeing the forest had paved over the land but where the deer blood was nothing had taken a single step like they were leaving it for us to find the tracks were shallow whatever it was couldn't have weighed more than 100 lb but that didn't mean much a bobcat weighing around 40 lbs nearly tore my damn throat out once and all that means is that it's quick and it's hard to hit so we follow the tracks and it doesn't take long for us to find where it is there's this old school house that sits on the top of the hill half of it had been ripped out by a tornado and nobody lived there not for a long time we caught homeless people in there sometimes or druggies looking for a safe place to shoot up we figured maybe that was it it maybe it was just some sick kid riding a high but we didn't think.
The Curse of Skinwalker
that for long we get within 50 yards and we hear this noise a screeching kind of sound it was sort of made up of two different sounds one a high-pitched Screech another was a low pitch growl it was making both at the same time we get within 20 yards and we hear the sound I can remember thinking that it sounded like paper being torn apart while someone was swinging water in a bucket back and forth North dad looks at me kneels down and Whispers I got to stay behind him cuz we're about to Corner him any animal will fight when it's cornered especially when it's a predator but we can tell by the tracks that it's just one he tells me it's probably a single feral dog probably Rabbid the plan is to sneak up on it while it's eating shoot it and then keep shooting until it doesn't move anymore and then slid its throat if it gets to Dad it's my job to shoot it or stab it to get it off of him so he walks up and I'm right behind him just a traded to his side so I can see what it is I wish to this day that I hadn't it was leaning over a carcass tearing off its flesh and throwing what it doesn't nibble at its side there's blood all over the brick glistening in the Moonlight it's pale white human looking but not quite human it had arms and legs like a human but it's sat like a monkey hunched over its hands weren't normal it had long fingers with claws at the end so we see that and my dad hesitates he wasn't about to fire on a person so he clears his throat to try to get it to turn around I swear to God all the noise just ceased I ain't never heard true silence before that and not after it but for 2 seconds nothing nothing made any noise which made it all the Lou louder when it turned around made this shrill cry and jumped on Dad he got a shot off I think he missed it if he hit the thing it didn't mind but it was on him tearing parts of him off I started shooting it with a 22-point blank but it barely bled the thing I got off five rounds and then I started hitting it with the gun butt it wasn't budging it didn't even register that I was there it clawed at my dad taking off bits of his flesh it started on his torso ripping off the skin and then it moved up it tore off his throat his nose his eyes it scalped him then it started digging in and ripping off the bottom half of his jaw the little bones in that tube in your neck and then his ribs I don't exactly remember what happened but somehow my dad's knife ends up in the thing's shoulder and my dad ends up on my back I'm running and by God I'm running faster than I'd never run before or after and I know it's following me I end up back in the woods opposite the ones we've been in I'm heading towards my landlord's house because it's a half a mile away I can hear this thing screeching and moaning I hear the tree branches crack and get thrown around it sounds like someone taking an axe to every single tree I pass it's cracking so loud and often but I just I'm Not Looking.
Back finally I trip into gravel I look up and there's my landlord in a bunch of his buddies drinking around a campfire I scream and cry and they come over I'm telling them to call an ambulance and he looks at me and I never forget what he said what's that on your back he asked me and just as he said it he saw one of those god- awful flannel shirts my dad wore everywhere it was what was left to my dad most of his head his torso but nothing after the waist suddenly we hear it's screeching and he grabs me my dad gets thrown in the ground and I'm fighting him crying cuz I think we can still save him somehow but my dad had been gone before I even picked him up he has to pick me up and throw me inside before I come with him he and his buddies were all inside and they're locking doors and getting guns ready the landlord looks at me asking what happened what happened but I just don't know what to tell him he pieced enough of it all together to understand that there was something dangerous out there all the lights in the house are on and someone calls the cops and they'll be there in 15 minutes we look outside and see it walk in front of the fire they'd made I don't know what it is one of them says it looks like an ape and suddenly something goes through the window we shoot at it but it ain't the thing it's my landlord's dog just the body though not his head or legs and we start pushing things in front of the door and windows when we hear something in the garage I remember one of his friends saying that the doors were open and we hear metal and glass just getting ripped apart we put a couch and a TV in front of the door to the garage it banged around some more but then it got quiet not silent like it was before we could hear it move around some and the guys were talking making sure the guns were ready someone hands me a pistol and no sooner did I the hammer back did we hear something shatter upstairs then we heard it Screech again except now it was louder and it didn't Echo and fade out because it was inside with us we all rushed to the one door leading upstairs and we got to it just as that thing did it opened it just a bit and four or five men just slammed into it it got its hands through someone with a shotgun took care of that put the barrel right up to its wrist and pulled the trigger cut its hand clean off that only made it Angry though it started pushing on the door clawing we were on one side pushing as best as we could and it was on the other doing the same that wood just wasn't going to hold so someone tells us to keep our heads down suddenly the top half of the door is just gone my ears are ringing and there are splinters everywhere two or three of them just unloaded on the top of that door I don't really know where it went after that the police showed up up I was still glued to that door what was left of it and the sun was up before.
they got me off it they put me in a hospital for a while and a lot of people talked to me but I didn't talk back not for a long long time when we got back home I got a job from the landlord working on the farm we didn't talk much not about that thing but I signed up for the Army when I was 19 and he sat me down to drink some Scotch as a sendoff I asked him right away what the police told him the story they went with was a wild animal probably a wolf or maybe a bear that had migrated North or something I asked him about how they could say that when they had the hand he looks at me stunned he tells me that hand never made it back to the station the cop who had it in his car wrecked and drove into a tree died on impact the hand was never found probably taken away by an animal and the cops when they would acknowledge the hand even existed at all said that it simply was the Paw of a bear that looked like a human hand I never ended up talking to that landlord again I guess he went missing when I was in basic and the cops never found him they said he owed some people some money and just ran away but I don't think it's that simple I never went back to those woods I wouldn't even if I had the whole goddamn US Army at my back and that was my father's story of the rake or Skinwalker I'm still not sure what to think but As I Grew Older and when my mother died I don't think my father felt that he had anything left and he might as well settle old scores he went back into those woods I guess and he never came back the FBI was called and they did a show and dance for everyone involved but I knew that they weren't really looking and they never did find [Music] him in the summer of 2013 I decided it was time to kill coyotes for that sweet sweet fur I grabbed my bare bones basic AR-15 that I got for cheap I like the way an AK slings a fix so I get out a sling point to put on the barrel I slung it on my right side around my neck messenger bag style and took my ATV up to a cabin on the mountain upon arriving I took the key to my ATV and started looking around I've been throwing squirrel and rabbit guts into the woods to attract Predators checking my bait I found it all gone and a strange feeling persisted the guy who lives on the mountain just down the road left in his car just as I decided that I should look around in the woods every time I Ste I kept thinking that I heard another footstep shuffling through the grass and brush I saw a stick figured shaped thing at a distance a little bit down the hill for me and I sort of waved at it and it slipped behind a tree I thought okay goodbye and walked back to the cabin deciding to sit around and just drink for a while I started hearing coyote Yelps and.
stuff in the distance so I got my gat ready to blast a couple of fools I sat with a lights off on the porch but nothing came by then the yelping turned into a distant help me I looked over to the neighbor's house and the lights were off it didn't click that he left and I got up and listened help me help me I thought oh God he broke his leg and stuck in the woods with coyotes or something I got close enough into the woods to tell that it was on an ATV trail and I decided to take my ATV and AR driving towards the person saying help me when I came to a U-shaped dip in the path without hitting my brakes I just coasted down it I heard something right in front of me on the trail scream helped me and I freaked out trying to turn I ended up flipping my ATV and I can't really remember but I blacked out for a minute and woke up under the ATV with it pinned on top of me me I sat still and waited for my eyes to adjust before feeling around my left leg was pinned under the ATV and I tried pushing it but I couldn't get it off it's like I got 100 lb heavier in a couple of seconds the sling around my neck told me that I still had a rifle I dragged it to me realizing my arm was bleeding in the meantime I checked over the gun the handguard was messed up and the stock was cracked but it appeared to still be functional I've got 30 rounds to keep me safe until the night's over or someone finds me and I sat and listened closely to the sounds of the forest before I heard something shuffling in the grass that silence is everything it's dead quiet and I don't think I've ever felt more fear than I have in this moment I heard it shuffling around help me help me I didn't know if I should respond or just sit in silence it shuffling got closer and something appeared over the ATV like if you had fallen at a bar and the bartender sort of looked at you funny this thing looked like it was 9 ft tall frozen solid I twiddled my fingers reaching for my gun brought it to my shoulder and sat there pointed at whatever this thing was I didn't want to look at it because I just felt so much fear help me I heard it again I heard it climbing over the ATV I looked away but something grabbed my face my mind went completely blank looking for the trigger but I couldn't find it slowly it moved my head over and I was face to face with this thing it looked like how almost everyone describes them a Gollum that had done crack carved up its face with sunken cheeks and deep eyes to this day I've never smelled anything quite as bad as the breath from that thing I felt the flash hider on my AR.
bump into something and I remembered that I had it aimed at the thing my brain rebooted and I screamed as loud as I could it screamed back I started yanking not pulling or squeezing the trigger as fast as I could the gun was going off and my ears started to ring it grabbed my hair and started slamming my head into the ground as fast as it could still pulling the trigger as fast as I could it ripped the gun from my hand and started beating me with it it was still screaming as loud as it could while beating me over the head with my own gun lights started flickering through the woods I was about to black out when I heard something louder than the screaming I swear I saw the thing's head fly open I dropped my gun screamed like a child that had just been shoved into an oven and ran for it my gun was dropped 10 ft from my head and the light was getting closer I didn't know if I was dying or being saved somebody started screaming my name telling me to hold on something was tugging my arm I looked over and it was the guy who lived down the road he had a huge revolver a Magnum Research bfr at that moment I just blacked out and woke up in a hospital with a ton of stitches in my head when I eventually got out I asked my neighbor what he saw that night and he just replied A Bear we get them often up here I'm not entirely convinced that I was nearly beaten to death with my own gun by a [Music] bear it was around November of last year and I just moved to Washington State being new to the area I like the woods so a few friends of mine who were huge in a Woods fiends decided to take me out to a secluded spot what the hell I thought I'll do it I need some time away from work anyway I got the weekend off packed my bag cleaned the rifle and headed over to my friend's house we ended up about 25 or 30 miles away from the Canadian border in this Forest that seemed to go on forever I was really digging it because my home state didn't have anything like this there were six of us and two dogs a Labrador and a Rottweiler each person also had either a hunting rifle or a shotgun with a handgun except for me we parked our cars on this tiny dirt road used by game wardens or border patrol and hiked about 4 miles into the woods by this time it was already starting to get a little dark we decided to build a fire right away so we could set up tents two of the the group and one of the dogs went out to gather wood while the rest of us started setting up the tent it was one of those huge six to eight person ones November gets cold up there but the tent was set up in about 15 minutes and the trio still weren't back we said screw it and started a fire with some branches from around the site we started hearing crashing noises headed our way like.
someone was running their butts off the two guys came barreling through wide-eyed and the dog was nowhere to be seen they started yammering on about seeing one of the other guys out in the woods acting weird so they started trying to get close and every time they got close though he would just move away they said at one point he just disappeared and then popped up not 10 ft behind them they also mentioned a really bad rotten meat and spoiled milk smell popping up around them they tried asking what was up but there was no answer and then apparently he he took off sprinting like Usain Bolt into the woods the dog took off after him barking its head off and the two dudes lost both the guy and the dog pretty soon and the smell started disappearing as well far off they heard a weird screeching followed by a really loud dogs Yelp then the smell came back with vengeance this time with what they described as mad giggling they got out of there and back to the camp and they got really angry at the dude but all of us who were there vouched for the guy and so pretty soon we were all weirded out but still thought that it was just this really messed up elaborate joke I said as much and got yelled at and then had well where the heck is the dog then tossed at me good point and at this point though the sun was already well on its way down so we built the fire up and brought out some Coleman lanterns as well all of us huddled around the fire eating MREs and our guns were at hand about 15 minutes after dark the remaining dog the Rottweiler kind of perked up and started growling and I mean they were really aggressively growling as well the smell popped back up and the guys were not wrong about that smell I had smelled rotten deer carcasses that have smelled fresher than this weird groaning started up and you could hear branches and leaves cracking around the perimeter of our camp the noping intensified all around and the dog was going ballistic so one of the guys with a shotgun Greg stood up and fired off three rounds of Buckshot randomly into the woods this hellacious Screech came out of the woods and started moving away from us fast and the smell dissipated as well we waited about an hour and then decided to try and get some sleep with two people on guard at all times the first watch was me and another guy Victor the dog was chilling around the fire as well and 2 hours in nothing happened so we woke up Greg and Tom for their turn after being asleep for a little while I woke up to that smell and Greg was yelling his head off we got up and headed outside Greg was looking around the edge of the woods with a spotlight and calling out Tom's name I asked what happened they had been sitting there when they heard one of the guys from earlier calling out from the woods the dog started growling and.
rushed the spot and Tom followed after the dog went through some bushes and he lost him so Tom followed him into the woods Greg had been yelling for him when he heard Tom begin to say something before he was cut off I can't leave him out there so we all put on some clothes grabbed a flashlight or a spotlight for each person and our guns and headed out by this time the smell was everywhere and it was making most of us rather nauseous but we kept going because we wanted wanted to find Tom we found some of his tracks but lost the trail when they just stopped literally no other foot Prince after a while and none leading back the way he'd come one of the guys at the back was shining his light around and kind of stop and made this sort of weird noise then started yelling you freaking jerk we' been worried sick about you the rest of the group walked over to look and there was Tom standing a good 20 ft away but he was standing very wrong are you okay buddy you need some help he just stood there dead pan and slowly nodded yes a few of us walked over and put an arm around his shoulders to kind of support him we noticed that he rre and the dude hadn't even been out here for a full day now laughs abound except for him and we thought nothing of it except worried that maybe he fell and hit his head or something back at the camp we tried to lay him down but he just refused to so we let him stay outside by the fire a couple of us went to sleep but Greg Vic and I decided to stay up and keep an eye on him watching him he did weird jerk muscle spasm type things every now and then very creepy stuff we thought that it might be something serious he was mostly quiet and slow to respond to things until it came to food we gave him an m to eat and he only ate the meat out of it we Shrugged it off and then he got up and started moving around very Jerky like looking towards the woods he asked us if we wanted to come into the woods with him for firewood besides the fact that it was Pitch Black out besides the fire and also the huge stack of firewood that we collected on the way back it wasn't all that weird he jerked something like a shrug before walking weirdly into the woods and at this point we were on guard and didn't try to stop him Greg got up a few minutes later to step into the tent for something so I was outside with Vic when the smell hit my nose like a ton of bricks and I gagged then I started hearing some sort of gibbering and giggling I'd never been more freaked out in my life and you could tell that Vic was feeling the same Greg came out in time to hear it really well and then went inside to wake everyone up he froze at the tent flap and then started cursing which woke everyone up I didn't know why he was cursing but it was working when they were all up and awake he counted everyone and you could see him turn.
white what's up dude apparently while he was inside he did a quick body count and there were four bodies inside someone or something had been chilling in our tent without us realizing that it had gotten in we lost it hard at that moment and then everyone started asking where Tom was at this time the gibbering gets louder and you can hear a bunch of nonsense moving through the woods we hear Tom's voice calling at us from the woods to come help him but it's all off key and every now and then he would start giggling we built the fire up and sat around it with all the lanterns on full and weapons at hand until the sun started coming up as soon as it was enough to see we put the fire out and packed our stuff and made for the vehicles we started hearing the giggling and the smell returned and we just got out of there back for the car we got there and there was scratches all over them and most of the windows were smashed and the seats were ripped to shreds we just needed them babies to run so we tossed the keys into the ignition and heard the sweet glorious sound of an internal combustion engine starting up we tossed our stuff and got in and sped out of there we didn't talk about it for a few months and most of us didn't even admit that it happened one of the guys with us told us later that he'd seen Tom at the edge of the woods staring at us as we left and apparently he had this very creepy grin on his face and I believe him I know that I'll never go camping that far away again without at least a lot more people than six but I believe that was my first runin with Skin Walkers I'm 21 and a college senior from Connecticut I live in a semi-rural area about 20 minutes from the closest supermarket in fast food I go to school in Washington DC not the nice part either but the part where substance users are a problem and cops are reassuring rather than Troublesome I've definitely seen some things in my day it would be good to mention here that I'm not some glandular freak I'm 6'1 and 240 lb most of it muscle and Lord knows that I could drop 15 lbs or so I love to smoke drink and eat sue me and being the good student that I am I picked a real major accounting I interned for a midsize PR firm doing accounting work and getting paid $20 an hour college is expensive so I deliver pizzas at night after the office closes it's a cheap sort of pizza place with an absurdly large delivery radius around 20 minutes from my house and 5 minutes from the beach my place is north of there and we deliver probably another 50 minutes past my house I'm actually typing this at work in between examining the fine print on our client contracts to ensure that we are charging them every penny believe me they do everything they can to short us but.
anyway basically the further north you go from the pizza place the more countryside it gets I work until close and this happens at around 9:45 p. m. I'm in the back folding pizza boxes like a good little boy and the counter girl comes back with a delivery slip she tells me that this customer sounded weird on the phone kind of like he was talking through a fan or through his hands and that he was kind of gurgling my Washington DC experience instantly makes me think of some user if you catch my drift although around here it's way more likely to be some Ben freak automatically assuming some weird interaction will occur I look at the address it's basically in the middle of nowhere I'm a little mad because I don't want to drive that far but screw it not to mention it's the weirdest ticket I've ever seen the guy ordered a large pizza with anchovies ground beef ham sausage pepperoni Etc literally $15 worth of extras on top of his pizza I go to ask the counter girl if this is right and she says she thinks so she couldn't really make it out though so she said she did her best she's about 16 years old so I cut her some slack maybe she was daydreaming while she took the call so I'll just give them a call back to be sure I dial the phone and it rings 5 10 20 30 times but no one answers I hang up and call again this time the phone goes right to the number you have dialed does not have a voicemail box that has been set up yet goodbye okay then my manager decides to just make the pizza as ordered and we would proceed from there I go out to deliver a separate Pizza to a hilariously big guy and a couple who invited me in for drinks but I don't drink or smoke when I'm working I was hoping by the time I got back that someone else delivered that pizza order and surprise surprise no one did and it was my turn again to pick up an order and begrudgingly I take the pizza and get in my car I entered the address in my phone it's on a side street adjacent to a park locals call open space which despite the name is actually about 500 Acres of straight Woods it's about 25 minutes away basically the edge of our range I put on some dub step and crank my Turbo subie while taking off towards this road now if you're not from a rural area this can be hard to explain winter in the woods is scary there's never a single sound ever unless there's something larger than a cat walking around it's just you and complete silence finally I make it to the address there are a few houses on the street but they sit on probably 5 Acres so they're spaced out a fair amount I'm looking for number 1134 I pass 11:30 then a long stretch of road of nothing and then it picks up again at 11:44 what the heck I just want to get this over with and get the next delivery.
without getting attacked by some pillhead head over something as small as a pizza I try calling their number again and it rings and rings and then stops ringing wait a minute someone picked up but there's no voice instead I hear a buzzing or a humming sound they hooked up to my car stereo and it's getting louder and louder until I just hang up because I don't want to ruin my speakers the windows are fogging up at this point I'm pulled over between two of these houses right when I roll the windows down and I am overcome by this odor of decaying trash like driving through Newark New Jersey it's so gross I put the car in first and start pulling towards the next house trying to escape it at the end of the driveway there's a stanion with a light on top the plan was to pull into this house and knock and ask if maybe they gave me the wrong number over the phone that would make sense for these kinds of people I'm probably 100 ft away when I see someone step out of the darkness and into the light at the bottom of the driveway I sigh thank goodness it's the guy that ordered I'm expecting the guy to be all over the place leaning over acting completely out of his mind but he actually pretty calm I stopped the car about 10 ft away from him he's wearing a big black coat that looks three times too big for him even though he's probably got five Ines on me I don't look right at him at first I grab the pizza and step out of the car then I grab the ticket and prepare a change if it gives cash I say to him Hey sir uh sorry about the waiting for all the calls I made the delivery's pretty far there's no response from him I realized that I should be watching him considering the red flags and the smell is extremely pungent but I know it's not trash day I get the pizza on the roof of my car and he's standing there under the light on the opposite side I finally pay enough attention to get a good look at him the guy is basically a giant he's wearing no shoes and he has ripped up jeans and there are stains everywhere I try to get a look at his face and his eyes seem to be sunken in I can't even see the actual pupils with the light from here it's like they're just black craters I'm getting really sketched out at this point because the guy still hasn't moved or said a word I sto the process and stare at him he staring right back at me with those freaky eyes his head is sort of bobbing side to side but not in any sort of fluid sense at all kind of like a car door like how it stops halfway open and then you give it another shove and it stops at the all the way point I watched his head do this with no real pattern for about 10 seconds I'm started to get more uneasy between the stench his head movement and the eyes and him still completely ignoring me I.
stand Frozen and so does he without breaking eye contact I take my phone out of my pocket and hold it level with the roof so I can look at the guy and my phone at the same time curiosity overflowing I decided to go to the recent calls in my phone and I redial his number the phone starts ringing but I don't hear it anywhere wait a second I do hear it it's coming out of the quiet of the woods I can hear a faint distant cell phone ringing about 50 yards away in the woods and I'm kicking myself at this point almost soiling myself the guy's just standing there still doing the head thing but I swear to God I see him smiling finally I get the courage to speak uh can you can you please come get this also I think you might have dropped your phone or something when when you were hiding a body or whatever in the woods I laughed nervously L still thinking maybe this guy just dug too deep into the prescription pills and I see his mouth open head still bobbing feet planted on the ground he makes a sort of low guttural quick Grunt and then a high Grunt and then a low Grunt and they're sort of soft kind of like someone clearing their throat at this point I'm ready to book it to the driver's seat if I have to and just as I go to Redial that phone again I hear him talking that phone's not mine the pause between the phone's not and mine was way too long phone's knot literally sounded like one word mine came off as an octave higher my mind is in DEFCON 5 full-on panic mode my knees are weak and I'm literally about to pass out I push the pizza to The Far Side of the roof away from me and I finally muster out sir you're freaking me out I got a 45 and less than $20 on me just just take this so I can leave when I say this his head bobbing stops his eyes are dark and burning a hole through me and he opens his mouth again it what his what I ass stunned it was his the phone was his the guy starts coming towards my car not a step but like one huge muscle spasm that propels him forward the phone was his he repeats I'm on the verge of tears at this point the guy jerk jumps again now closer to the car phone's not his anymore I blubber wordlessly then gather myself and scream I'm going to call the cops man if you just don't get out of here I see this guy smile that creepy smile and without moving his mouth I hear him saying a completely different voice a voice I've never heard before go away stop following me I will call the police in another big jerky motion the thing reaches forward takes the pizza.
off the roof and places a couple of round things that I later identify as quarters on the roof they're surrounded by this dark liquid that spreads over the roof I don't even think just get in the car and peel out down the road I leave the hot sleeve for the pizza too I leave everything don't even close the door all the way I get down the road going about 80 for a/4 mile then pull a U-turn because I don't want to get even more lost with that psycho out there I whipped down the road past the place where I had just been and he's gone I finally get to the end of the road and there's a stop sign to merge with the main road I look right to make sure it's clear then I look left that thing's face is 12 in from my own where I turn I tactically have a heart attack and peel off down the road I finally make it back to the pizza place shaking like crazy I smoke just to calm down which I never do when I'm working I walk in the front door of the pizza place hey that guy at the open space house just called back he said you forgot some food but he only ordered the pizza right he wants you to come back and I start crying I look at my phone which had been thrown through the car when I was driving there are 14 Miss calls from his number all the voicemails are empty except the last one all I can hear is ragged breathing and those low grunting sounds I'm balling my eyes out in front of this hot counter girl but I don't even care I sit for 10 minutes trying to calm down and then I remember the change that he had left on the roof I steadily go out to the car and turn on a flashlight the roof of the car was covered in the most viscous weird fluid but it smells like copper I throw up and the panel gap between the trunk and the end of the rear window I find the quarters they're covered in that same gross maple syrup goop and they're stuck to it along with the fluid I can now see what appears to be a soft little chunk of tissue I got to open my car and my veins turned to ice there was a single line of this fluid going from the front quarter panel to the driver's side door that freaking thing tried to open my door when it was next to me at the stop sign I go back in crying harder now I tell the counter girl to try and call the number again for me she tries over and over but the phone goes right to voicemail the next morning I give the number to my uncle who was a police captain a few Towns over he says the number is a burner phone paid in cash basically untraceable and it appears to be turned off now I sleep with the lights on these [Music] days I was 23 stalking in the woods in the Ozarks of Arkansas to be exact was some new gear that I've been saving for months boots a tack vest even a mill spec gas mask it was like Christmas being where I was and wanting to field test
some personal prototypes I had my nugget on hand it wouldn't do much against the big bears but it would ruin any snake stray dog or Cougar's day right to hell I had a bunch of strippers and two clip aines I built and I wanted wanted to field test them in my pouches I got some rolled up targets stuck in my loops and a light complement of survival gear Compass topographical map thermal blanket extra undies MREs canteen and Camelback The Works basically prepared for the inevitable invasion of any type I was having a great time romping around the Woods playing with my field of view in The Mask testing the reliability of the clipp aines and generally having fun I wandered next to a creek bed and decided it was time to practice my gorilla tactics it was late summer early fall so no danger of getting my gear wet in the non-existent Stream my stuff was in more danger of water damage from my own sweat after triple checking my safety I proceeded to do a series of screen slides and Uphill hustles and full survivalist gear needless to say I got winded really quick I stood panting in that dry stream bed and decided to check my position with with my topographical map and Compass so I could set a course for home in the middle of reorienting myself I caught wind of a smell at first I thought it was my sweat but the funk quickly evolved into something worse a dark undercurrent of rot deep notes of animal musk a Bassy score of raw garbage punctuated by garlicky tempy and a thick black score of something between skunk and onion sludge I went into straight operating mode popped an Addie from my pouch for extra Focus pulled the clipping from my nugget it seemed to be working fine but if I was going to have to shoot something I prefer not to have any risk of jamming the smell made me gag and I nearly puked up that atti tablet the smell was that strong at this point whatever the source was it was definitely mobile and getting closer to me screw it I pulled up my mask from around my neck and over my face it helped a bit but the mask wasn't 100th % airtight around the joints so some of the smell got in I walked cautiously and slowly along the creek bed toward where the slope was shallowest listening for twig snapping or animal sounds from above me I definitely heard something shuffling around up there and it sounded bigger than what my nugget was up for it was a near constant snuffle Grunt and sloppy uncoordinated crunching around bark and leaves all mixed with a smell my mind immediately jumped to Big Bear and I mean big possibly even rabbit if it smelled like that and let me tell you something about Ozark big bears straight from my dad's mouth my dad's lived in the Ozark for 58 years and in that time only two things have managed to shake him the challenge of fatherhood and the big bears according to him the native black bears were hunted to near Extinction between the 40 s and 50 s and.
to correct this the anrc nrcs and Arkansas Fish and Game Commission released 250 Bears into the Ozark and Washington mountains their website insists that they were all black bears my dad insists that that is bull crap according to him more than a few of the Bears released there were brown bears they inbred with a few remaining local Bears and the reintroduced blacks thanks to a little phenomenon known as hybrid vigor the resulting Offspring were bigger and meaner than their parents and screw me were they fertile when I asked him to prove it he simply left the summer porch went upstairs and came back with a manila folder labeled BB he pulled out a couple of Polaroids and asked me to take a look I saw a big black and brown something rooting around a clothesline dad directed my attention to the clothes line about 50 ft away from us between the two poles about 5 to 6 ft above the ground it was the same closed line in the picture the something's shoulder was about a farts length under the line despite being further in the background I looked through the other pictures one was rooting through the trash another was barely concealed by trees all of them slightly shaky detail was hard to come by but I was convinced my dad told me two things about how to avoid getting attacked by the big bears big bears are dumb as crap something to do with them being high this makes them more dangerous than other Bears because they're not afraid of you this also makes them smell like crap and you'll smell them coming a mile off if you smell a big bear get inside get upstairs but take the 12 gauge and some deer slugs if you do see a big bear and you ain't home or you ain't got a shotgun loaded with slugs hide up a tree if you can they're faster than you so there isn't any use running I tell you all of this because after 23 years I'd finally managed to prove my dad wrong about something well half wrong there's something in the Ozarks that matches my dad's pictures of big bears but whatever they are they sure as heck aren't Bears so back to my story I would have stayed in that Creek bed and waited for that something to screw off on its own business but the light was already slanting through the trees as bad as my dad made Big Bear sound I was sure as heck not wanting to be stuck with a god damn rabid one after dark and instead I opted to climb up the opposite edge of the creek bed I had to scramble over some big rock outcroppings and half stand half lean against the slope of the hill but I figured that if anything that would just be an extra layer of protection against that something out there I gotten a few glimpses it over my shoulder as I climbed but this was my first good look at it I just couldn't stop staring like I said in my previous post this was not a bear.
it was bear like but not a bear I've been in the Sci-Fi my entire life and even got Bar's guide to extraterrestrials from my awesome late stepmom so when I saw this thing for the first time my freaking nerd brain immediately went oh a solidor except it wasn't it looked like a solidor a grizzly bear and a sloth had a three-way on top of a garage Heap to make it it had a long prognathous snout like a stubby trunk with big angular shoulders feet that look like manhole covers covered in dirty matted fur and a body like a furry blimp its fur was the same charcoal black and dark glow Brown that I saw in the pictures and full of Matts and clumps of dirt I mean I stared at it for so long drinking in those details trying to make sense of it for 2 and a half minutes and it somehow didn't notice me Jesus these things were dumb her I remember feeling a twinge of relief if it hadn't noticed me yet trying to Scrabble out of a rocky Gully it probably won't notice me sneaking away from it it's going to sound ridiculous but I farted then the something stopped my breath stopped and my heart stopped the only sound in those woods at that moment was my freaking fart echoing and the sound of my nose blistering under the something's odiferous assault it was like slow motion when the thing turned its head looked back at me sniffed the air and stood up it had been shuffling around Crouch low to the ground the entire time what I thought were shoulder blades were its freaking elbows it could tie its shoes without bending but its paws probably would have crushed its Air Jordans to bits they were like trash can Lids it sniffed the air again and coughed or barked like it was asking me a question it sounded like gorp I swear on my mom that's what it sounded like gorp so there I was the idiot who didn't listen to his dad the awkward cringe Lord who freaking farts when he's trying to sneak away from a freaking gorp I aimed at it and Center Mass and I fired it didn't thick into the gorp because hey if you're going to die might as well give your killer a stupid name in your head right instead the shot thed if that makes sense there was a puff of dirt and hair when it swamped and bless my luck the gorp actually Flinch from the impact I waited to see blood I guess the GPS are so covered in nasty flea ridden hair mats that over time their poor hygiene gave them Natural Body Armor because I didn't see any red at all what it did do was rear up and Gore at me a low growl that had my colon deciding that it was a warning because it was producing bricks enough to construct a barricade I worked the bolt and fired another shot this time at its ugly sloth bare elephant looking face and this time it did thick and so did the dirt a few feet to the thing's left because it ricocheted off its.
skull the thing stood there staring at me like it was too dumb to realize that it could have just stood in the streamed and grabbed me by my face while I pelted it with useless bullet after bullet I yelled at it and fired a third shot in any direction at all trying to scare it off the gorp or got or Big Bear whatever it was dropped to all fours lurching forwards towards me then I did aara and shuffled away it worked I stood there until the sky turned blue to Orange before I snapped out of it and tactically retreated back home when I got back I told my dad the story I probably should have mentioned that I was visiting him for a few days he could probably smell Big Bear on me so it was no use lying to him when I got to the part about what the big bears really were he refused to believe me then he got pissed at me locked the doors and camped out upstairs for the rest of our visit I had to freaking bring him beer from downstairs when he started to talk the weird thing is as scared as he was and as weirded out as I was seeing him that scared I wasn't scared myself I remember that very clearly not being scared at all I guess you could say I was just too interested or curious to be scared because if I was scared I would have just bolted away and I'd probably be typing this from inside of a year old gorp turd if I had to guess that Adderall I popped probably kept me from switching into run home scared to Mama mode well that's how I met a gorp and lived hey friends thanks for listening click that notification Bell to be alerted of all future narrations I release new videos every Monday Wednesday and Friday at 700 p. m. EST and there's superphone live streams every Sunday Tuesday and Thursday night if you got a story be sure to submit them to my subreddit r/ let's read official and maybe even hear your story featured on the next video and if you want to support me even more grab Early Access to all future narrations and bonus content over on patreon and click that big join button to hear about the extra perks offered for the channel and check out the let's read podcast where you can hear all of these stories and big compilations located anywhere you listen to podcasts links in the description below thanks so much friends and remember he growled with his butt.