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Emily and Noah exchanged nervous glances, but neither of them argued. Grabbing a flashlight and one of the kitchen knives, I opened the door, my siblings trailing behind me. The morning light felt weak, as though the forest itself was trying to dim it. The shadows between the trees were long and thick, swallowing the ground beneath them.
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We followed Alex's tracks into the woods, moving as quietly as we could. The path led toward the hollow tree. I didn't want to go near it, but there was nowhere else to look. As we drew closer, the air grew colder and the sunlight seemed to dim even further. When we reached the hollow, we found his rifle lying on the ground. The wood scratched and splintered.
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There were no signs of Alex, just the overwhelming feeling that we were being watched. i then saw it something moved within the hollow tree a pale humanoid figure crouched just inside the shadows at first it was still its form blending almost seamlessly with the bark but then it turned its head and my breath caught in my throat
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its face wasn't a face at all it was a grotesque parody of one like it had studied human features but gotten everything slightly wrong its eyes were too wide its mouth stretched far too much and its skin looked like it had been stretched over something that didn't quite fit
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alex it said in his voice emily screamed and the thing moved it unfolded itself from the hollow its limbs long and spindly bending in ways that made my stomach churn it moved with terrifying speed jerking toward us as if its body couldn't decide how to function Run! I shouted, grabbing Emily's hand and yanking her away. Noah was already ahead of us, crashing through the underbrush.
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Stay behind me, I told Grace, though my voice didn't sound convincing, even to me. The door creaked open an inch, the wood splintering as something pushed against it, and then it came. The thing squeezed through the opening, its partly decayed body contorting, limbs bending at impossible angles. It filled the room with its presence, towering over us. Its eyeless face turned toward me.
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Behind us, the thing let out a sound, a horrible, guttural shriek that vibrated in my chest and made my ears ring. We ran without looking back, branches clawing at our faces and legs. The cabin came into view, but the thing was faster. I could hear it, its footsteps too heavy, too loud. It was close, so close.
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We burst through the cabin door, slamming it shut and throwing every piece of furniture we could find against it. The thing hit the door with a force that shook the entire cabin, and for a moment, I thought it would break through. But then, it stopped. We waited. holding our breath as the whispers began again. They were louder this time, more insistent.
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They called our names, mimicking Alex's voice, my mother's, even my own. I clamped my hands over my ears, but it didn't help. The voices weren't just outside. They were in my head, burrowing deep and pulling at something primal. The whispers stopped abruptly as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the shutters.
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The oppressive weight in the air lifted, and for the first time, I felt like I could breathe. But Alex didn't come back. We left the cabin later that morning, never looking back. Whatever had happened in those woods, whatever had taken Alex, stayed there. But I can't forget the thing's face, or its voice, calling out to me in the dark.
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Even now, years later, I wonder if it's still there, waiting for someone foolish enough to wander too close to the hollow. It started like any other hunting trip, but by the end of the day, I wished I'd stayed home.
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I parked my truck on the side of an old logging road, a good ten miles from the nearest paved highway, the kind of place where even the wind seems to think twice before passing through. The forest here always felt older, like it had seen things no one was meant to see. But I shook it off. I wasn't the superstitious type. This area was a hunter's dream, rugged, remote, and untouched.
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No weekend hikers or noisy dirt bikers to scare off game. I'd been out here more times than I could count, and knew the trails like the back of my hand. But even seasoned hunters can't ignore the weight of silence when it falls too hard, too sudden. The first mile into the woods went smoothly enough. The trail was overgrown in places, thick with brambles and roots that seemed to claw at my boots.
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Above me, the canopy blocked out most of the afternoon sun, leaving the woods bathed in a dim, greenish light. I'd chosen this spot because I'd seen fresh buck tracks the week before. Big ones. But today, the woods felt... different. I told myself it was just the weather. The air was heavy, damp, and oddly still.
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Usually, you'd hear birds flitting between branches, squirrels arguing over acorns, maybe the distant howl of a coyote if you were lucky. Not today. Today, the woods held their breath. After about an hour, I reached the clearing I'd scouted earlier. It was a perfect setup, a small meadow surrounded by dense underbrush.
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if anything crossed through i'd have a clear shot from my blind i climbed up into the tree stand i'd rigged last season settling in for the evening the sun was just beginning to dip below the tree line painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple Prime time for deer. For a while, I let the peace of the woods wash over me. Hunting isn't just about pulling the trigger.
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It's about sitting still, blending in, and letting the forest forget you're there. But the peace didn't last long. The first scream cut through the quiet like a blade. High-pitched and ragged, it sent a jolt through my chest. A rabbit, I thought.
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probably a hawk or a fox got hold of it but the sound didn't stop it just kept going a horrible gut wrenching wail that made my skin crawl if you've ever heard a rabbit scream you know it's not a sound you forget but this was worse longer louder and more desperate it echoed through the trees making it impossible to tell where it was coming from
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It didn't move, but I could feel it, sense it, crawling into my mind. My thoughts twisted, my vision blurred, and I felt like I was falling, even though I hadn't moved. Grace screamed, snapping me back. I fired the shotgun, the sound deafening in the small cabin.
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I tightened my grip on my rifle, scanning the underbrush. The scream rose and fell in waves, each one more piercing than the last. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The silence that followed was worse than the noise. It pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating, like the whole forest was waiting for something. I adjusted my scope and scanned the clearing, my heart pounding.
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That's when I saw it. At first I thought it was a deer, a pale shape moving low to the ground, weaving through the thicket about thirty yards away. But something about the way it moved was... wrong. Its limbs jerked awkwardly. like it didn't quite understand how to walk. I squinted through the scope trying to make out details, but the undergrowth was too thick.
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It vanished behind a tree and I held my breath, waiting for it to reappear. It didn't. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched across the clearing. I should have felt relieved when the pale shape disappeared, but instead, a cold knot formed in my stomach. Something wasn't right. I stayed perfectly still, listening, but all I heard was my own breathing. Then it came.
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A voice, soft at first, barely more than a whisper. Help, help, help. The words floated through the trees, flat and emotionless, like someone reading them off a script. Not a plea, not a cry for assistance, just a statement repeated over and over. It wasn't the kind of voice you'd expect to hear in the woods.
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It sounded human, but there was no fluctuation, no urgency, just a cold, robotic monotone. I froze, every instinct screaming at me to stay still. The voice came from where the pale figure had disappeared, repeating the same word, over and over, like a broken record.
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help help help i didn't move didn't blink it said the word fifteen times yes i counted then it stopped leaving the wood so silent i could hear my own heartbeat a sharp crack broke the stillness loud as a gunshot a branch snapping underfoot the sound was followed by an explosion of motion
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birds bursting from the trees squirrels skittering up trunks a herd of deer crashing through the brush like something was chasing them and then nothing no footsteps no voice no sound at all just the weight of the silence pressing down on me again I sat there, frozen, my rifle clutched so tightly my knuckles ached.
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The clearing was empty, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I knew I had to get out of there, but leaving the safety of the tree stand felt like stepping into a trap. The forest was dark now, the last traces of sunlight swallowed by the thick canopy. My flashlight was back in the truck, along with my sense of security.
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the thing recoiled its body jerking violently but it didn't fall instead it screeched a sound so loud and piercing it felt like it was splitting my skull i grabbed grace's hand and ran dragging her toward the back door we stumbled into the storm the rain freezing against our skin the forest was alive with noise branches snapping leaves rustling the sound of heavy footsteps chasing us
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All I had was the moonlight filtering through the branches, casting twisted shadows across the ground. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I didn't know what I'd just witnessed, but I knew one thing for certain. I wasn't alone out here. I don't scare easy. I've faced charging elk, had bears sniffing too close for comfort, even gotten lost in a blizzard once.
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but this this was something different something my gut couldn't categorize couldn't prepare me for and that made it worse i stayed in the tree stand longer than i should have trying to convince myself i'd misheard the voice maybe it was a prank some idiot messing around Or maybe my own mind, straining against the quiet, had imagined it.
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I wanted to believe that, but the way the animals had bolted, the way the woods seemed to hold their breath, it told me otherwise. My fingers ached from gripping the rifle too tightly. I forced them to relax, took a deep breath, and told myself it was time to move. Sitting in the stand was only delaying the inevitable, I couldn't stay up there all night.
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the path back to the truck wasn't long but in the dark it might as well have been a hundred miles the first step down from the stand felt wrong like i was breaking some unspoken rule my boots hit the soft dirt and the forest swallowed the sound like it didn't belong Every muscle in my body screamed to climb back up, but I ignored it. Survival meant moving, not waiting.
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The clearing was empty, bathed in faint moonlight that turned every branch and shadow into a potential threat. I stayed low, rifle at the ready, and made my way to the trail. It wasn't much, a narrow strip of dirt winding through the underbrush, but it was my lifeline. I hadn't gone more than 20 yards when I heard it again, footsteps. They were faint, just behind me, crunching the dry leaves.
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I stopped dead in my tracks, holding my breath. The sound stopped too, I waited, listening so hard my ears ached. The woods were too quiet, no wind, no insects, just the soft rustle of something or someone waiting. I forced myself forward, keeping my pace steady. Whatever it was, it wasn't rushing me. Yet. The trail felt narrower than it had on the way in, like the forest had grown overnight.
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Branches reached out, snagging at my sleeves, my pack, slowing me down. I swore under my breath as I stumbled over a root that hadn't been there before. Then the footsteps started again. This time they were louder, closer. I spun around, rifle raised, scanning the shadows. The moonlight played tricks on my eyes, turning tree trunks into figures, branches into arms.
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I knew better than to panic, but my hands were sweating, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. Who's there? My voice was steady, louder than I expected. Nothing. Just the whisper of leaves in the breeze that hadn't existed a second ago, then faint and far too calm, I heard it again. Over here. Please, over here.
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The voice was closer now, and it sounded wrong, too flat, too deliberate, like someone mimicking human speech but missing the part where it feels real. I didn't wait to hear more. I turned and started moving faster, almost running. The footsteps matched my pace, crunching and snapping just far enough behind to keep me guessing.
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The trail twisted and turned, each bend feeling like it led deeper into a trap. My flashlight would have helped, but it was back in the truck, clipped to my hat, the one I'd lost earlier. The moonlight was all I had and it wasn't enough. I risked a glance over my shoulder. That's when I saw it.
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Just for a second, barely more than a flash, something pale, hunched, and impossibly thin darted between the trees. Its movements were jerky, like a puppet with tangled strings. And its eyes, god, its eyes. Reflective, like an animal's in the dark, but bigger. I didn't stop to get a better look.
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a deer maybe but it wasn't it was too thin its limbs too long its movements all wrong it crawled forward on all fours its head jerking unnaturally like it was struggling to balance itself for a second it stopped and turned toward us i froze i couldn't see its face but i swear it was looking at me It's just an animal, I muttered, trying to convince myself as much as Grace. She shook her head.
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My instincts screamed at me to move, to get out of the woods before whatever that thing was decided to get closer. The trail ahead was nothing but shadows and shifting shapes. I stumbled again, my boot catching on another root. This time, I went down hard, landing on my side with the rifle clattering out of my hands. For a second, I just lay there, gasping for breath. The footsteps stopped.
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Don't look back, I shouted, pulling Grace with me as we sprinted toward the truck. The thing was close. I could hear its guttural breathing, feel the ground trembling beneath its weight. Grace tripped, falling into the mud, and for a horrifying second, I thought it was over.
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I scrambled to grab my rifle, rolling onto my back to face whatever was coming. But the trail was empty, or so I thought. The sound of breathing reached me first, low and raspy, like it was struggling to pull air through a broken throat. I aimed the rifle at the sound, my finger hovering over the trigger. My hands were shaking so badly I wasn't sure I could hit anything if it came at me.
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The breathing grew louder, closer. Then it stopped. silence i didn't wait to find out what was lurking in that silence i forced myself up and started running branches clawed at my face my pack my legs my lungs burned my heart threatening to explode the footsteps returned crashing through the underbrush now matching my frantic pace
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When I finally burst out onto the gravel road, it felt like coming up for air after being underwater too long. But the feeling of safety was fleeting. The forest behind me was still, too still. I didn't dare look back as I ran to my truck. I fumbled with the keys, my hands trembling so badly it took three tries to unlock the door.
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I threw myself inside, locking the doors and starting the engine in one motion. As I reversed onto the road, I risked a glance in the rearview mirror. It was there, standing just at the edge of the treeline, pale, hunched, watching. I floored it, gravel spitting from my tires as I tore down the road.
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I didn't stop until I was miles away, and even then, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had followed me, and I'll be damned if I ever go back to those woods again. The woods were always quiet, but that night, they felt weirdly quiet. I don't know how to explain it exactly, like the forest itself was waiting for something.
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My boots crunched over the dirt trail as Ryan and I moved deeper into the southern quadrant of Black Ridge. It was supposed to be a routine patrol. Nothing about this job ever felt routine anymore. Ryan was new, fresh out of training, full of questions and energy, practically bouncing as he walked beside me. This place is amazing, he said, gesturing at the endless expanse of trees.
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I don't get why people say it's creepy. I didn't answer right away. How could I explain the feeling that had been gnawing at me for weeks? The forest didn't just feel creepy, it felt alive, watching. And with all the disappearances lately, I didn't trust it. You'll see, I said finally. It wasn't much of an answer, but I wasn't about to dump my paranoia on him.
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i yanked her up practically carrying her the rest of the way when we reached the truck i threw open the door and shoved her inside my hands fumbled with the keys as i climbed in the shotgun clattering to the floor the engine roared to life and i slammed on the gas the tires spun in the mud the truck lurching forward as the thing burst from the tree line
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The sun was starting to dip below the tree line, casting long shadows that stretched across the trail like claws. I checked my watch. 6.45 p.m. Sundown wasn't far off, and the rules were clear. We were supposed to be back at the station before dark. No exceptions. I quickened my pace, but Ryan lingered behind, staring at something on the ground. "'What is it?' I called back.
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"'Not sure,' he replied, crouching. "'Looks like... blood?' I froze. Sure enough, there was a dark stain on the trail, fresh. My stomach turned as I stepped closer, scanning the area. "'It could be an animal,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Ryan didn't respond. His attention had shifted to the woods on our right. His brow furrowed. "'Hey, do you see that?' he asked, pointing."
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At first I didn't see anything, just trees and shadows, but then... There. A figure. Small. Motionless. My breath caught. It looked like a kid, maybe eight or nine, standing just at the edge of the trees. What the hell? I muttered. Kids weren't supposed to be out here. No one was. Not this late. I'll check it out, Ryan said, already stepping off the trail. Wait, I snapped, grabbing his arm.
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You don't just walk into the woods after some random- It's a kid, Chris, he cut me off, shaking me loose. What if they're lost? Something about the way the child stood there, so still, sent a chill down my spine. But before I could stop him, Ryan was gone, flashlight bouncing as he pushed through the underbrush. Ryan, I called after him. We don't have time for this. We need to head back. Now.
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No answer. Just the rustle of leaves and the distant snap of a branch. I stayed where I was, my hand hovering near my radio. Protocol said we weren't supposed to leave the trail. Whatever this was, it didn't feel right. Minutes passed. The forest seemed to grow darker, the trees closing in around me. I glanced at my watch again. 7.05 p.m. My gut churned. Ryan should have been back by now.
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I grabbed my radio. Ryan, where are you? Do you copy? Static. I tried again, my voice more urgent. Ryan, answer me! We need to get out of here! For a moment, there was nothing but the crackle of static. Then faintly, his voice came through. Chris, I think I... found. The transmission cut off abruptly. My pulse quickened. Ryan, repeat that. What did you find? No response. Just silence.
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Heavy, suffocating silence. Screw the rules. I wasn't leaving him out there. I drew my flashlight and stepped off the trail, following the direction Ryan had gone. The underbrush was thick, branches snagging at my jacket as I pushed forward. Every step felt wrong, like the forest didn't want me there. Ryan, I shouted, my voice echoing. Answer me. Nothing.
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And then footsteps, light, quick, moving just ahead of me. Relief flooded my chest. Ryan, is that you? The footsteps stopped. I froze, the beam of my flashlight shaking as I scanned the trees. Ryan? My voice cracked. A faint whisper answered. My name. Chris. It didn't sound like Ryan. It sounded off, like someone else was trying to mimic his voice.
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It was faster than I thought possible, its long limbs skittering across the ground like some grotesque spider. It reached for us, its claws scraping against the tailgate as the truck finally found traction and shot forward. We didn't stop driving, not for miles, not until the forest thinned and the lights of the town came into view.
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My heart pounded as I swung the flashlight around, the beam cutting through the darkness. Shadows shifted, trees loomed, but there was no one there. "'Ryan!' I shouted again, desperation creeping in. "'If this is a joke, it's not funny!' Something rustled to my left. I spun toward the sound, flashlight trembling in my grip. My stomach dropped. There, caught in the beam, was Ryan's radio.
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It lay on the ground, cracked and smeared with blood. I backed away, my breaths coming fast and shallow. This wasn't right. Something had happened to him. Something bad. I then saw it. Movement. A figure, small and hunched, darting between the trees. It wasn't Ryan. It wasn't even human. I turned and ran, branches whipping at my face, roots clawing at my boots.
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The voices followed me, faint and mocking. Chris, come back. By the time I broke through the tree line and stumbled onto the main trail, my lungs burned and my legs felt like jelly. I didn't stop running until the ranger station came into view, its floodlights piercing the darkness. I burst inside, slamming the door behind me. The other rangers looked up, startled. Where's Ryan? Someone asked.
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I couldn't answer. All I could do was shake my head, my mind replaying those voices, that figure in the woods. Later that night, they asked me to file a report. I told them everything, but they didn't seem surprised. They just nodded, like they'd heard it all before. The next day, Ryan's name was quietly removed from the roster. No explanation. No investigation. Just... nothing.
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And that's when I realized, whatever's out there in the forest, it doesn't leave survivors. The next morning, Lena arrived without much of an introduction. She was sharp-eyed, older than me by a couple of years, and her posture screamed authority. It was clear from the start that Lena wasn't here to make friends. Not that I wanted to talk. After what happened to Ryan, I barely slept.
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Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that kid in the red hoodie, or whatever it was, standing just beyond the tree line. "'Chris,' Lena said curtly as we prepped the jeep for patrol. "'Here's how this works. You follow my lead, no questions. We stick to the trails. We don't split up. And if you hear something, anything, you ignore it. Understood?'
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Yeah, I muttered, pretending to focus on the map in my hands. She didn't seem satisfied. I'm serious. No wandering off. No heroics. You do exactly what I say, or you'll end up like your rookie friend. Her words hit like a punch to the gut. What do you mean by that? I demanded. Lena didn't look at me. She grabbed the thermal camera from the equipment locker and tossed it into the jeep.
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People go missing out here, she said. That's all you need to know. It wasn't all I needed to know, not by a long shot, but something in her tone made me shut up. The air was heavier that day, the kind of damp heat that made every breath feel sticky. As we drove deeper into the northern quadrant, the forest thickened, the trees towering like sentinels, their branches clawing at the sky.
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Even in daylight the place felt oppressive. Shadows pooled beneath the canopy, and the faint hum of cicadas did little to drown out the feeling of being watched. Lena barely spoke as she navigated the jeep down the overgrown trail. Her eyes constantly scanned the trees, her hand hovering near her rifle. I tried to focus on the map, but my mind kept drifting back to Ryan.
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only then did i pull over my hands still gripping the wheel so tightly they ached grace was silent beside me staring straight ahead her face was pale her lips trembling but she didn't cry neither did i finally she broke the silence We can't go back, she whispered. I nodded. We won't. We packed up the cabin the next day. I didn't care about leaving things behind.
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What had he seen before he disappeared? What had taken him? We're close, Lena said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. Close to what? There was a report of an abandoned campsite near here. We're going to check it out. I didn't like the sound of that. The last abandoned campsite I'd seen had bloodstains and shredded gear, and I wasn't eager to repeat the experience.
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But Lena didn't wait for my input. She stopped the jeep, grabbed the thermal camera, and gestured for me to follow. The campsite was a mess. Torn tents lay crumpled on the ground, their fabric stained and shredded. A charred fire pit sat at the center, surrounded by scattered belongings. A backpack, a child-stuffed animal, a pair of broken glasses. My stomach twisted. Animal attack?
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I asked, though I already knew the answer. Lena didn't respond. She knelt beside the fire pit, running her fingers over the claw marks gouged into the dirt. Then she pulled out the thermal camera and scanned the area. What are you looking for? I pressed, trying to keep my voice steady. She didn't answer right away. Then she stopped, her body going rigid. There, she said, her voice low.
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She handed me the camera. I hesitated before looking. The screen flickered with faint static. I then saw it, a figure standing just beyond the edge of the clearing. It was humanoid, but wrong. The shape was too tall, too thin, and cold as death on the thermal display. "'What is that?' I whispered. "'Trouble,' Lena said, taking the camera back. "'We're leaving. Now!'
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Back in the Jeep, Lena's mood had shifted from stern to outright hostile. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the steering wheel, her eyes darting to the mirrors, as if she expected something to be following us. I didn't have to ask if she saw it, too. The answer was written all over her face. "'Okay, seriously,' I said, breaking the tense silence." What's going on out here?
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What was that thing? It's not your concern, she snapped. The hell it's not. I saw it. I saw what it did to Ryan. Lena's jaw tightened. You don't know what you saw. Then tell me, I shouted. Because whatever's out here, it's not just animals or bad luck. People are dying, Lena. And you know why, don't you? She didn't answer.
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The only sound was the crunch of tires on gravel as we sped back toward the station. We were halfway there when the forest came alive. It started with the sound of branches snapping, followed by something crashing through the underbrush. Lena slammed on the brakes, and we both grabbed our rifles. The jeep's headlights illuminated the trail ahead, but nothing moved.
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Just the swaying of trees in the breeze. stay here lena ordered stepping out of the vehicle like hell i will i muttered following her my hands shook as i held my rifle scanning the darkness for movement the forest was too quiet now the air thick with tension I heard it, a low, guttural growl coming from the left. Lena heard it too. She raised her rifle, her finger on the trigger.
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Don't move, she whispered. The growl grew louder, closer. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to pinpoint the source. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw them. Eyes. Reflective. Glowing. Staring at us from the treeline. Not one pair, but many. Back to the jeep, Lena said, her voice barely audible. Slowly, we moved in unison, stepping backward toward the vehicle.
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The eyes didn't blink, didn't flinch. They just watched, and then they moved. The figures emerged from the shadows, their shapes flickering in and out of the light. Pale, elongated bodies with limbs that bent the wrong way, their movements jerky and unnatural. I froze, my brain struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. "'Chris, move!' Lena barked.
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The creatures darted toward us faster than anything I'd ever seen. I fired wildly, the sound of gunfire deafening in the confined space of the forest. One of the creatures fell, its body twisting unnaturally as it hit the ground. But the others kept coming. Lena grabbed me, dragging me toward the jeep as I continued firing.
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Half our stuff wasn't worth the risk. We drove away with what little we could carry, the weight of that place still clinging to us like a shadow. I've thought about what happened a hundred times since then, but I still can't make sense of it. Was the thing real? Was it some kind of cryptid, or a skinwalker, or just a manifestation of our worst fears? I don't know, and I don't want to.
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We barely made it inside, slamming the doors just as the creatures clawed at the windows." their faces if you could call them that were pressed against the glass pale and featureless except for those glowing eyes lena floored the gas and the jeep lurched forward the creatures chasing us down the trail i didn't stop shooting until the headlights illuminated the ranger station in the distance
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The creature stopped abruptly, retreating into the shadows as if the light repelled them. We skidded to a stop outside the station. Lena turned off the engine and sat there, gripping the wheel so tightly her hands shook. What the hell were those things? I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. Lena didn't answer. She just looked at me, her expression cold and distant.
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That's why you don't ask questions. That night, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those glowing eyes staring back at me. Whatever was out there, it wasn't human. We left before dawn, just as the fog began to curl through the trees like pale fingers. Lena didn't say much as we loaded the jeep, her face set like stone. I'd stopped trying to get answers from her.
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Whatever was going on out here, she knew it, but getting her to talk was like prying open a steel trap. Still, the silence weighed on me. I was on edge, hyper-aware of every sound, every shift in the shadows. I couldn't stop thinking about the night before, the creatures, their glowing eyes, the way they moved. No animal I knew moved like that. No animal should.
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"'We'll patrol the northern sector,' Lena said finally, her voice sharp and clipped. "'Keep your weapon close and your head on straight. If something happens, follow my lead. Got it?' "'Got it,' I muttered, not like I had much of a choice. The northern sector was a nightmare. The trees were denser here, the canopy so thick it blocked out the rising sun."
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The jeep's headlights struggled to pierce the gloom, casting long shadows that seemed to shift and writhe like they were alive. Lena drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her rifle. Her eyes never stopped scanning the trees. I gripped my own rifle tightly, my palms slick with sweat. "'Why the northern sector?' I asked, breaking the silence."
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There's been activity up here, Lena said without looking at me. Campers heard voices, things moving in the night. Voices, I repeated, my stomach tightening. Like Ryan's? She shot me a glance, her expression unreadable. Just stay focused. Halfway through the patrol, the jeep stalled. The engine sputtered once, then died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the forest.
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I could feel my pulse quicken as Lena cursed under her breath and popped the hood. Stay in the jeep, she ordered, stepping out. I didn't argue. I watched her through the windshield as she fiddled with the engine, her movements quick and efficient. But something felt wrong. The forest was too quiet. No birds, no insects. Just silence. Then from the radio, a faint crackle.
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I grabbed it, my hands trembling. Lena, the radio— Before I could finish, a voice came through, soft, distant, but unmistakable. Chris. Help me. My blood turned to ice. It was Ryan. Lena! I shouted, panic creeping into my voice. It's him! It's Ryan! Lena's head snapped up. Turn it off! She barked, slamming the hood shut and climbing back into the jeep. Now! But...
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All I know is we barely made it out alive. And no matter how much Grace insists she feels better now, no matter how far we've gone, I still wake up some nights to the sound of her whispering in her sleep. Sometimes I catch her staring out the window, her gaze distant, her lips moving silently. And in those moments, I wonder if we ever really escaped.
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turn it off she shouted i fumbled with the radio my fingers clumsy with fear the static hissed and popped ryan's voice breaking through again more urgent this time chris i'm here please
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i shut it off my heart pounding lena didn't say anything as she tried the engine again it roared to life but i barely felt the relief my mind was spinning torn between terror and guilt what if it really was him we drove in silence the tension between us thick enough to cut the forest seemed darker now the trees pressing closer their branches scraping against the jeep like nails on a chalkboard
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i kept glancing at the thermal camera in my lap half hoping half dreading that i'd see something and then i did lena i said my voice barely a whisper stop the jeep she hit the brakes her eyes narrowing as she turned to me What is it? I held up the thermal camera, my hands shaking. On the screen was a figure, human-shaped but cold. It stood motionless about 50 yards ahead, just off the trail.
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Lena grabbed the camera, her jaw tightening. Damn it, she muttered. she turned off the headlights plunging us into near total darkness grab your rifle stay close we moved quietly our boots crunching on the gravel as we approached the spot where i'd seen the figure the darkness was suffocating the only light coming from the weak beam of lena's flashlight
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my grip on the rifle was so tight it hurt the figure was gone but the air felt heavy charged with something i couldn't explain every nerve in my body screamed at me to run but lena pressed forward her movements deliberate and we heard it a low guttural growl followed by the sound of branches snapping I swung the flashlight around, the beam trembling as it cut through the trees.
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The growl came again, closer this time. "'Lena,' I whispered, my voice shaking. "'What is that?' She didn't answer. Instead, she raised her rifle, her eyes fixed on something ahead. I followed her gaze and froze. There were eyes, dozens of them, glowing faintly in the darkness. They blinked in unison, and my stomach turned. Back to the jeep, Lena said, her voice low and steady. Now.
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We moved slowly at first, trying not to provoke whatever was out there. But the eyes didn't stay still. They moved closer, and with them came the sound of footsteps, hundreds of them, all around us, circling, closing in. Lena didn't wait. She turned and ran, and I followed, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.
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The footsteps were deafening now, the growls turning into a cacophony of screeches and howls. I didn't dare look back. We reached the jeep and scrambled inside, slamming the doors just as the creatures burst from the trees. Pale, twisted forms with two long limbs and faces that were almost human but not. One of them lunged at the windshield, its jagged teeth scraping against the glass.
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I fired through the window, the sound of the gunshot deafening in the enclosed space. Drive! I shouted, but Lena was already flooring the gas. The jeep lurched forward, throwing the creatures off as we sped down the trail. They gave chase, their movements unnaturally fast, their bodies flickering in and out of view. Don't stop, Lena said through gritted teeth, her hands tight on the wheel.
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No matter what, don't stop. The creatures finally stopped chasing us as we approached the station. I don't know why, maybe the floodlights scared them off, but I didn't care. We stumbled out of the jeep, battered and shaken, but alive. Inside, the station was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Carter, the ranger on shift, was gone. His gear was still there, his radio crackling faintly on the desk.
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But one thing is certain, we will never ever go back into those woods. The drive into Kayenta, Arizona felt endless. The desert stretched out like a massive silent void, the horizon shimmering under the relentless sun. Lena had the music on low, some scratchy old playlist she loved, but it did nothing to fill the oppressive stillness. The further we drove, the more isolated it felt.
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But there was no sign of him. "'Lena,' I started, but she cut me off. "'We're locking down,' she said, her voice cold and final. "'No one leaves this building until sunrise.' I nodded, too shaken to argue, but as I sat in the corner of the room, clutching my rifle, it wasn't over. The voices were still there, faint and distant, just at the edge of my hearing. "'Chris,' they called. "'Come back.'
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and somewhere in the darkness they were waiting the next morning we staggered into the sunlight like survivors of a war the forest behind us loomed dark and silent but i could still feel its presence hungry We didn't speak as we climbed into the battered jeep, Lena's hands trembling as she gripped the wheel. The road out felt endless.
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When the trees finally thinned and the small ranger station gave way to the open highway, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I turned to Lena, her face pale and drawn, her eyes locked on the road ahead. Never again, I muttered, more to myself than to her. She nodded once, her lips pressed into a tight line. We didn't look back. We couldn't.
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Because if we did, we both knew we might never leave. We are never going into those woods again. I stepped out of the house, Roscoe's leash tight in my grip, and immediately noticed how quiet it was. Too quiet. The kind of silence that feels wrong, like the world's holding its breath. Normally, even in this sleepy town, you'd hear something. A car in the distance. The buzz of a street lamp.
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Maybe a dog barking. But tonight, it was just me, Roscoe, and the sound of his nails clicking against the pavement. Roscoe, my big, brindled pitbull, trotted ahead, his ears perked and nose twitching. He was in his element, tail swaying confidently. I tried to match his energy, but something about the air felt heavier than usual, like it was pressing down on me. Still, it was just another walk.
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I told myself to shake it off. We rounded the corner onto the main road, where the forest started to creep closer to the edges of the houses. That's when I saw them. The coyotes. Three of them, standing at the edge of the woods where the road curved toward the trailhead. At first, I thought they were just passing through.
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Coyotes aren't uncommon around here, though you usually hear them before you see them. These, though, they were silent. Still. Too still.
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roscoe noticed them too his ears pinned back and a low growl rumbled in his throat i tightened my grip on the leash easy buddy i whispered my voice barely breaking the silence the coyotes didn't move didn't flinch they just stared their eyes reflecting the pale glow of the street lamp Then, almost as if on cue, they started walking, not away, but toward the trail.
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In every few steps they'd stop and look back at me. Not at Roscoe. At me. I laughed nervously. "'What? You guys giving me a tour now?' I muttered, trying to keep my tone light, but the words felt hollow. My feet hesitated, but Roscoe tugged forward, pulling me along." The coyotes disappeared into the shadows, but the feeling they left behind lingered. As we approached the woods, the smell hit me.
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Rot. Thick and sour, like something had been left to fester for weeks. I gagged, covering my mouth with my free hand. Roscoe froze, his fur bristling. His growl turned into a snarl, and he started backing up, something he never did. "'All right, we're turning back,' I said, but my voice shook." I yanked the leash, but Roscoe didn't budge.
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His eyes were locked on something ahead, something I couldn't see yet. And then I saw it. It wasn't much, just a blur of movement in the trees. Pale, fast, and impossibly smooth. It was there, then gone, like a ripple in the darkness. My heart slammed against my ribs. I gripped Roscoe's leash tighter and swallowed hard, telling myself it was nothing. Just an animal, a deer maybe.
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But my gut was screaming at me to leave. We were almost at the trailhead when the smell got stronger, thick enough to make my eyes water. Roscoe was shaking now, pulling against the leash to go back, but I caught sight of one of the coyotes again. It was crouched low on the opposite side of the road, separated from the woods by a thin stretch of gravel. Its head was tilted, eyes locked on me.
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It wasn't moving, wasn't even breathing. something about the way it crouched made my skin crawl it didn't look like it should be able to stay in that position for so long my flashlight cut through the dark landing square on its face its eyes didn't even flicker i thought about taking a picture but i didn't want to take my eyes off it
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No gas stations, no other cars, just endless sagebrush and sun-baked dirt. my phone had lost signal hours ago and even though i tried to shake the unease creeping up my spine it clung to me like the desert dust this is it lena announced suddenly turning the wheel sharply onto a gravel path that i wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't pointed it out
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Roscoe started pulling harder, practically dragging me backward. Okay, okay, we're going, I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. I stepped back, then again, never taking my eyes off the coyote. That's when it happened. In the space of a single breath, it was closer, at least 20 feet closer.
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it hadn't moved i didn't see it move but it was there crouched in the same unnatural pose its eyes still locked on me my heart stopped my flashlight shook in my hand as i fumbled to steady it but the beam only made the coyote look more wrong more unnatural
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let's go roscoe i said my voice cracking i didn't wait for him to follow i turned and started walking fast almost jogging my breath coming in short panicked bursts i glanced back once just once and saw the coyote still there still watching but now standing upright
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silhouetted against the tree-line the walk home felt endless every rustle of leaves every crack of a twig made me jump roscoe stayed close to my side his tail tucked his growls low and constant By the time we reached the door, I felt like I was being suffocated by the weight of something unseen. I slammed it shut, locked it, and double-checked every window in the house.
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That night, Roscoe didn't leave his spot by the front door. He sat there, stiff and alert, growling at shadows I couldn't see. And even though I was safe inside, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever had been out there was still watching. I thought I was losing it. Sitting on the couch, I kept replaying the night in my head. The coyotes. The smell.
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That... thing I'd seen darting through the trees. My logical brain tried to explain it away. Maybe the coyotes were sick, and the thing in the woods was a deer moving too fast for me to process.
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but none of it sat right especially the way that lone coyote had moved or hadn't moved roscoe was still planted by the front door growling every so often at nothing in particular i could tell he wasn't going to let up the tension in the house was thick pressing on me suffocating i needed to get out even just for a little bit so i grabbed pepper's leash and called her over
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Pepper, my Jack Russell mix, came bounding up like her usual excitable self, wagging her tail and hopping on her back legs. Her energy was a relief. Unlike Roscoe, who had clearly sensed something I couldn't, Pepper seemed completely unaware of the weirdness in the air. I told myself her carefree demeanor was a good sign. We headed out into the night.
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The neighborhood was quiet, and the streetlights buzzed faintly overhead. The stillness that had felt oppressive earlier now felt almost peaceful. I kept to the streets closer to the town center, deliberately avoiding the woods. Pepper trotted along happily, sniffing every mailbox and bush, oblivious to my unease. I even started to relax a little, chatting with my wife on the phone as we walked.
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I think I just freaked myself out earlier, I said, forcing a laugh. Coyotes are weird sometimes, right? And that smell? Probably just roadkill or something. My wife humored me, though I could tell she wasn't buying my casual tone. She knew me too well. Just be careful, okay? She said. And don't stay out too long. Yeah, yeah, I replied, waving it off.
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The tires crunched as we bumped along the uneven road, the house finally coming into view. It wasn't much, just a single-story place with weathered wood siding and a sagging porch. A fence surrounded the property, the kind meant to keep something out, not in. Her Uncle Sam was waiting on the porch, leaning against one of the support beams.
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I didn't want to admit how much her words unsettled me. Pepper and I were only a few blocks from home, and nothing felt off. Not yet. We turned down the alley that ran behind my house, a shortcut I'd taken a hundred times before.
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the alley was narrow with tall wooden fences on either side and a single street light at the far end the light flickered erratically casting jittery shadows that made the space feel smaller than it was pepper slowed down her ears flicking back as she sniffed the air that's when i saw them at first i thought they were people
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Two figures standing at the far end of the alley, just beyond the reach of the flickering streetlight. They were tall, easily over six feet, and broad. Their shoulders hunched forward like they were leaning into the wind. But the longer I stared, the more wrong they looked. Their arms were too long, their movements too jerky.
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like marionettes being yanked along by invisible strings my stomach dropped they weren't people their skin was pale almost translucent stretched taut over bulging muscles they were hairless their heads misshapen And their eyes. God, their eyes. Hollow, dark pits that seemed to drink in the faint light, making the shadows around them ripple unnaturally.
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Pepper froze, her little body trembling as a low, guttural growl escaped her throat. I'd never heard her make a sound like that before. My feet felt glued to the ground, my mind screaming at me to move, but I couldn't. The figures shifted, their heads tilting in perfect unison as they turned to look directly at me. The way they moved made my skin crawl.
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Their steps were slow, deliberate, and wrong, like they were mimicking the way humans walked, but didn't quite understand how. The sound of their footsteps echoed unnaturally in the narrow alley, wet and heavy, like flesh slapping against concrete. Pepper, I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. Let's go. But she wouldn't budge.
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Her growling turned into frantic barking, high-pitched and desperate as the figures continued their slow advance. My legs finally obeyed, and I yanked hard on the leash, scooping her up as I stumbled backward. My breath came in ragged gasps, my eyes locked on the figures as they moved closer. One of them stopped under the streetlight, its pale skin glowing faintly in the flickering light.
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It raised a hand, long, spindly fingers twitching like it was trying to reach for something it couldn't quite grasp. The other figure paused, then turned its head toward the shadows on my left, as if it had heard something. I followed its gaze and immediately wished I hadn't. A third figure stepped out from the darkness, larger than the other two, its movements smoother, more confident.
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Its hollow eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me. This one was different. It didn't shuffle or jerk like the others. It moved with purpose. I ran. I don't remember how I made it back to the house. My legs burned, and my chest felt like it was going to explode. But I didn't stop until I was inside. The door locked and bolted behind me.
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Pepper squirmed in my arms, still barking furiously as I collapsed onto the floor. Roscoe was on his feet, his growls deep and resonant, his eyes fixed on the windows. i crawled over and shut the curtains my hands shaking so badly i could barely grip the fabric the house felt suffocating the air heavy with a smell i couldn't quite place damp earth and something metallic like blood
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He looked older than I'd imagined, his sun-creased face partially hidden under a wide-brimmed hat. you girls made it he said his voice deep and gravelly as he helped unload our bags he kept glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone or something to appear you didn't mention how far out this place was i said trying to keep it light but my voice betrayed me
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I sat there on the floor, clutching pepper as Roscoe barked at the door. Outside I could hear faint wet footsteps on the pavement. Slow. Deliberate. Coming closer. Then they stopped. And the tapping began. I didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes I heard the tapping. Faint but deliberate, like fingernails on glass. Sometimes it was at the windows. Sometimes it was at the walls.
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Always in a slow, maddening rhythm. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination, but Roscoe's growling and Pepper's trembling told me otherwise. Whatever was out there wasn't leaving. When dawn finally broke, the tapping stopped. The house fell silent, but the air felt just as heavy, like it was saturated with something unseen.
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I waited until the light spilled fully into the room before daring to open the curtains. The yard looked normal at first. The patchy grass, the leaning fence, the lone tree in the corner. It was all exactly as it should be. But then I saw the marks on the door. Deep gouges crisscrossed the wood, the kind you'd expect from claws or a blade. They hadn't been there the night before.
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My stomach churned as I stepped outside for a closer look. The air smelled faintly of rot, a stench that made my throat tighten. The ground beneath the windows was disturbed, the dirt scuffed and scattered. At first I thought it was just from animals, but then I noticed the footprints. They were huge, far larger than any animal I'd seen. The shape was all wrong, too.
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The impressions were wide, with long, clawed toes that dug deep into the earth. I squatted down, pressing my hand into one of the prints. It dwarfed my palm. My pulse quickened as my gaze landed on something else, symbols carved into the dirt. They were crude and jagged, like someone had dragged a stick or a claw through the soil.
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swirls and lines that didn't make sense but felt deliberate intentional i didn't want to look at them any longer i grabbed roscoe's leash muttered something reassuring to myself and headed for the neighbor's house if anyone would know what to make of this it was old mr larkin Mr. Larkin had lived in the neighborhood longer than anyone.
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He was the kind of guy who knew everyone's business, whether you wanted him to or not. When I explained what I'd seen, leaving out the worst of it, of course, his face went pale. "'You saw them, didn't you?' he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands shook as he set down his coffee mug. The pale ones. I frowned. "'The what?'
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They don't come around often, he continued, his eyes darting toward the window. Only in the fall, when the nights get long. They're not animals, not people either. Something else, something old. His words didn't make sense, but the fear in his voice was undeniable. He warned me to avoid the woods and to keep the curtains drawn after dark. And don't let them mark you, he added cryptically.
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If they do, they'll never stop. I left his house with more questions than answers, my mind racing. Mark me? What did that even mean? I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on. Back at home, I grabbed Roscoe's leash and decided to retrace my steps from the night before. It felt reckless, but I needed answers.
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The alley where I'd seen the creatures looked normal in the daylight, though the flickering streetlight at the far end was now shattered. Glass littered the ground, catching the weak sunlight. Roscoe was restless, pulling against the leash as we walked. I kept my eyes on the ground, scanning for any sign of the creatures.
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But all I found were more of those strange symbols, etched into the dirt in long, looping patterns that seemed to lead toward the woods. We didn't make it far. Roscoe froze, growling low in his throat, his body rigid as a board. He wouldn't move, wouldn't even look at me. His eyes were locked on the shadowy tree line ahead.
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sam chuckled but it was humorless solitude's good out here but it comes with its quirks he didn't elaborate as the sun dipped lower in the sky the air began to cool but it didn't feel refreshing it felt heavy almost suffocating After dinner, we sat on the porch, watching the stars start to emerge. Sam lit a cigarette, the glow briefly illuminating his face.
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I followed his gaze but saw nothing, just the dark outlines of trees, their branches swaying in the breeze. Still, I felt it.
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that oppressive weight in the air the same feeling i'd had the night before we turned back that night the tapping returned it started softly just a faint click click click against the window i stayed in the living room clutching a kitchen knife like it would do any good roscoe sat by the door growling steadily while pepper hid under the couch The tapping grew louder, more insistent.
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I tried to ignore it, tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but then I heard the footsteps. Slow, deliberate, like wet flesh slapping against concrete. My stomach tightened as the footsteps circled the house, pausing every few feet before starting again. I held my breath as something scraped against the front door. Long, slow drags that sent shivers up my spine.
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Roscoe lunged at the door, barking furiously. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the knife. And then came the voice. It was faint at first, barely audible over Roscoe's barking.
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a low guttural whisper that didn't sound human it called my name not once but twice drawn out distorted like someone trying to mimic a voice they didn't quite understand i didn't wait to hear it a third time grabbing both dogs i bolted for the garage my car keys were already in my pocket and i fumbled to get the door open the dogs scrambled inside as i started the engine my hands trembling on the wheel
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As I backed out of the driveway, I caught a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror. Three figures stood at the edge of the yard, their hollow eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. One of them raised a hand, its fingers twitching unnaturally, almost like it was waving goodbye. I didn't look back. Living on the edge of a forest teaches you a thing or two about silence.
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I'd grown used to it, or so I thought. The cabin my brother and I shared wasn't much, but it was ours, tucked into a clearing surrounded by tall trees. Quiet was normal, peaceful even. Until that night.
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i decided to walk the trail later than usual the heat of the day had been unbearable and the cool night air seemed like an invitation i couldn't refuse luna my shepherd mix trotted at my heels her tail wagging in anticipation she loved these walks as much as i did i grabbed my flashlight double-checked the batteries and stepped off the porch into the dark
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The first half of the loop was always my favorite. It skirted the meadow with just enough moonlight to guide my way. Tonight, the grass shimmered silver under the half moon, and the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth. I could see the faint outline of our cabin from the corner of my eye, a comforting anchor as I walked.
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Luna sniffed at the trail, darting ahead, her nails clicking against the hard-packed dirt. When we reached the forest edge, I paused, staring into the dark wall of trees. The second half of the loop cut deep into the woods where the canopy blocked the moonlight and the air grew thick with the smell of woods and decay.
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The flashlight beam was thin, swallowed by the shadows almost as soon as it touched them.
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still i'd done this walk dozens of times before there was no reason to feel uneasy or so i told myself the woods were quieter than usual no rustling leaves no chirping insects just the crunch of my boots and the soft panting of luna somewhere ahead i adjusted my flashlight swinging it left and right but the shadows seemed thicker tonight as if they were closing in i told myself it was just my imagination
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shook it off, and pressed forward. I was nearly at the bend that marked the halfway point when I heard it. "'Can you hear me? I need help!' I froze. The voice was faint but clear, cutting through the stillness like a blade. It wasn't frantic or scared. If anything, it sounded flat, practiced, like someone reading lines off a script.
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I swung my flashlight toward the sound, but all it caught were trees." Can you hear me? I need help. The same words. The same tone. No variation. No urgency. I clicked off the flashlight, suddenly aware of how exposed I was. The dark closed around me like a fist, and my heart thudded hard enough to hurt. I crouched low, gripping Luna's collar to keep her from barking. But she wasn't barking.
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Had a visitor lately, he said suddenly, exhaling a stream of smoke. Big stray, not like any dog I've ever seen. He leaned forward, the creak of the chair loud in the stillness. Things been hanging around for days. Too bold for a wild animal. Lena brushed it off, laughing softly. Uncle Sam, you get spooked too easily. It's probably just a coyote. He shook his head. Coyotes don't act like this.
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She was growling. A deep, guttural sound I'd never heard from her before. Luna, I whispered, trying to pull her back. She didn't move. Her eyes were locked on the trees, her teeth bared, the growl rumbling in her chest like distant thunder. I followed her gaze, but the shadows gave nothing away. The voice came again, closer now. Can you hear me? I need help.
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No, it's not. Her voice didn't sound like her, calm, almost reverent. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on the thing as it crawled into the shadows and disappeared. I wanted to get up, grab the flashlight, and chase after it, but my legs wouldn't move. Maybe it's a coyote, I suggested, my voice unsteady. Grace smiled faintly, her eyes still fixed on the ridge. No, she said, it's something else.
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I felt a spike of panic shoot through me. My first thought was someone was hurt, lost in the woods. But there was something wrong, something about the way the voice didn't carry like it should have. It was too even, too measured, as if whoever was speaking wasn't really speaking at all. Luna broke away from my grip and bolted toward the sound. No!
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I hissed, scrambling after her, my flashlight swinging wildly. The beam caught her for a split second, a blur of black and tan fur disappearing into the underbrush. The voice called again, louder this time, the monotone cutting through my panic like a razor. Luna, I called, my voice shaking. The forest answered with silence. Then it laughed. Low and guttural, the sound rippled through the trees.
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My skin prickled and my knees locked. It wasn't a human laugh. It couldn't be. It was too deep, too wrong, like the growl of an animal that had learned how to mimic us. I turned and ran. Branches clawed at my arms and legs as I crashed through the underbrush, the flashlight beam bobbing wildly ahead of me. The laugh followed, rising and falling, echoing from everywhere and nowhere.
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My lungs burned, but I didn't dare slow down. Images filled my mind. Something crouching in the dark, grinning wide enough to split its face, watching me run. When I finally burst out of the woods and into the clearing, I didn't stop. The cabin was in sight, the porch light glowing faintly through the dark.
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I stumbled up the steps and slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving, my ears straining for any sound beyond the walls. Luna was on the porch, waiting, her fur bristling. She stared at the woods, growling low and steady, her eyes fixed on something I couldn't see. That night, the forest was silent. Too silent. And I knew, deep down, that silence wasn't the absence of sound.
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It was the sound of something watching, something waiting. By the time I slammed the cabin door behind me, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand.
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luna followed me in her tail tucked and her eyes still fixed on the woods outside she growled low in her throat a sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end whatever was out there she'd seen it i hadn't and maybe that was worse What the hell is going on? My brother Nate came stomping out of his room, barefoot and holding a wrench he must have grabbed in a hurry.
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He froze when he saw me, out of breath and wild-eyed. You look like you've seen a ghost. I don't know what it was, I said gasping for air. I couldn't bring myself to explain right away, not with my chest still tight and my ears ringing from the run. Something in the woods. I... I heard someone. And Luna... She just ran off. Nate's expression hardened.
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He wasn't the type to scare easy, and I could tell he thought I was overreacting. Still, he pulled the curtains shut and turned the lock on the door. Calm down, he said. Start from the beginning. I tried to. I told him about the voice, the way it sounded too wrong, about the laughter that didn't belong to anything human.
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Nate listened, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face unreadable. When I finished, he shook his head. "'You sure it wasn't a coyote? They can make some freaky noises,' he said. But his voice lacked conviction, and I could see him glancing at the window just like I had. "'I know what coyotes sound like, Nate,' I snapped, still shaking. "'This wasn't an animal.
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It's different. Smart. Watching me like it knows something. He flicked the cigarette into the dirt and stood. You'll see. That night, as we settled into the guest room, I couldn't stop thinking about Sam's words. The house was quiet except for the occasional creak of the wind against the siding. The window by my bed had no curtain, just a clear view of the barren landscape beyond.
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This was... something else.'" Before he could argue, there was a noise outside, a soft, deliberate tapping on the window by the front door. Luna stiffened and let out a deep, throaty growl, her body coiled like a spring. Nate froze, and we both stared at the window. The curtains were drawn tight, but the tapping continued, steady and unhurried.
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what the hell nate muttered under his breath he grabbed the shotgun from its rack by the door and held it at the ready the tapping stopped we stood there holding our breath waiting for it to come back but it didn't instead the silence pressed in heavy and unnatural like the air before a storm i felt a bead of sweat slide down my temple
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luna broke the quiet with a sharp bark her attention snapping toward the back wall that's when the scratching started it came from the other side of the cabin long deliberate drags against the wood as if someone were running a claw or a knife along the exterior nate's face darkened he raised the shotgun and gestured for me to stay behind him
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Slowly, we moved toward the back door, Luna close on our heels. The scratching stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Nate yanked open the door and stepped out onto the back porch, the shotgun raised. I followed, my flashlight trembling in my grip. The beam cut through the dark, illuminating the yard and the forest beyond. Nothing.
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Just the trees swaying gently in the breeze, the moonlight casting jagged shadows on the ground. See anything? I whispered. No, Nate said, his voice tight. He lowered the shotgun and scanned the tree line. Whatever it was, it's gone. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe it was all in my head, some cruel trick of the night.
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But then I saw them, three long, parallel gouges carved into the wooden post by the porch steps. They were fresh, the splinters still pale and raw against the aged wood. Nate, I said pointing. He followed my gaze and his jaw clenched. We're going inside, he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The rest of the night was a blur of restless waiting.
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We sat in the living room with the shotgun propped against Nate's knee. Luna curled at my feet, her ears twitching at every sound. I thought the worst of it was over.
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i thought whatever it was had moved on but when dawn broke the world outside felt wrong the air was too still the forest too quiet there was no chirping of birds no rustling of leaves just an oppressive watchful silence nate insisted we go check the trail
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though every instinct in my body screamed to stay away armed with a shotgun and a crowbar we retraced my path from the night before the further we went the heavier the air seemed to get like the woods themselves were holding their breath we found the spot where i had first heard the voice the underbrush was trampled and there were scratches on the trees deep jagged marks that couldn't have been made by any animal i knew of
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Then we found something worse. Near the bend in the trail was a patch of ground where the vegetation had withered and died, leaving behind a blackened, brittle circle. In the middle of it was a small totem, a crude bundle of sticks bound together with a strip of leather with a piece of bone tied to the top. The sight of it sent a shiver down my back. It didn't belong there. Nothing about it did.
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Some sick joke, Nate muttered, bending down to pick it up. Don't touch it, I said, my voice sharp. But he didn't listen. He snapped it in half and tossed the pieces into the bushes. Let's go, he said, turning back toward the cabin. Whatever's out here, we're not giving it the satisfaction. I didn't argue, but as we walked back, I couldn't shake the feeling that we'd made a mistake.
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I kept staring out into the dark, half expecting to see... What? Glowing eyes? A shadow moving against the brush? I didn't know, but the longer I stared, the more uneasy I felt. Somewhere around midnight, I jolted awake. I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. Lena was out cold in the other bed, but something had woken me. A sound, faint but distinct. Scratch, scratch, scratch.
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The woods seemed darker now, the shadows longer, as if they were creeping closer. I didn't say anything to Nate, but I knew he felt it too. I could see it in the way he tightened his grip on the shotgun, his eyes darting toward the trees. That night the scratching came back. Louder this time. More insistent. And I knew, deep down, that whatever was out there wasn't going to stop.
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Not until it got what it wanted. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, I was already on edge. The whole day had been wrong, the silence, the shadows creeping across the yard, the feeling that every time I turned around, something would be there, watching. Nate hadn't said much since we got back from the trail. He didn't need to. The tension in his shoulders said it all.
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We locked every door and window in the cabin, even though deep down, I knew it wouldn't matter. Whatever was out there didn't care about locks. Luna stayed glued to my side, pacing restlessly, her ears twitching at sounds I couldn't hear. She'd growl softly every now and then, her gaze fixed on the windows. Nate sat at the table, the shotgun loaded and ready.
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He hadn't touched his dinner, and neither had I. The cabin felt smaller than usual, like the walls were closing in. Then the first tap came. It was soft, almost polite, like someone knocking on the front door. We froze. Luna let out a low growl, her hackles raised. Nate stood slowly, shotgun in hand, and gestured for me to stay put. I didn't argue.
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The tap came again, louder this time, as if whoever or whatever was outside was testing our nerves. Nate moved to the door and peeked through the curtain. His shoulders stiffened. What is it? I whispered. He didn't answer right away. He stepped back from the door, his face pale. There's nothing there, he said finally, but his voice was tight. Too tight. The tapping stopped.
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For a moment the silence returned, thicker and heavier than before. Then the scratching began. It came from the side of the cabin, long, deliberate strokes against the wood, like claws dragging across the walls. Luna barked sharply, the sound slicing through the tension like a knife. Nate swore under his breath and motioned for me to follow him to the back door.
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i'm not waiting for this thing to come inside he muttered we're leaving what if it's waiting out there i asked my voice shaking i hated how scared i sounded but i couldn't help it my gut told me we weren't safe anywhere not in the cabin not in the yard not in the truck nate didn't answer
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he opened the back door a crack and looked out the scratching stopped for a heartbeat everything was still then a low guttural laugh rippled through the air it came from everywhere and nowhere all at once get to the truck nate said his voice barely more than a whisper now we made it as far as the porch steps before we saw the trees the forest had moved i know how that sounds but there's no other way to describe it
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The tree line, which had always been a good thirty feet from the edge of the yard, was now just a few paces away. The trees loomed tall and menacing, their branches swaying without a breeze. I could feel them watching us, even though I knew that was impossible. Get in the truck, Nate repeated, shoving me forward.
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He climbed in behind me, slamming the door shut and jammed the keys into the ignition. The engine sputtered but didn't start. He tried again. Nothing. Come on, he growled, hitting the steering wheel. The laugh came again, louder this time, echoing around us. It felt like it was inside the truck, curling into every corner. I looked out the window and froze. Shadows moved between the trees.
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Tall, spindly shapes that didn't walk so much as glide. Their eyes caught the moonlight, glowing faintly, like embers in the dark. One of them stepped closer, and I realized it wasn't a shadow at all. It was something else. Something wrong. Its limbs were too long, its movements too smooth, and its grin was too wide.
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get out of the truck nate said suddenly his voice sharp we'll make a run for it run where i asked my voice rising it's everywhere before he could respond luna started barking wildly she clawed at the truck door desperate to get out i grabbed her collar but she pulled free and bolted into the yard Luna, I screamed, fumbling with the door handle. Nate grabbed my arm. Don't, he said.
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It was coming from the porch. I sat up, my heart thudding in my chest. It could have been the wind, I told myself. Or one of the dogs Sam kept in the back. But deep down I knew it wasn't. The sound was deliberate, like claws dragging across wood. I slipped out of bed, moving toward the window on shaking legs. The porch light was on, casting a weak yellow glow that barely illuminated the space.
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It's what it wants. But I couldn't just leave her. I yanked the door open and ran after her, the cold air biting at my face. Luna stopped at the edge of the yard, barking at the trees. I grabbed her collar and turned to run back, but the truck was gone. No, not gone, hidden. The forest had swallowed it, the trees twisting and crowding together like a wall.
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I spun around, my heart pounding, and saw Nate standing where the porch had been. Only now, the cabin wasn't there. It was just him, the shotgun clutched in his hands, surrounded by trees. The laugh came again, louder and closer. The shadows moved, circling us, their eyes glowing brighter. Nate raised the shotgun, aiming into the dark. Stay behind me, he said.
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Before I could argue, one of the shadows lunged. The blast of the shotgun lit up the night for a split second, and I saw it clearly. Its hollow eyes. Its impossibly wide grin. Its two long arms reaching for us. And then, it was gone. The woods were silent again. Nate grabbed my arm, dragging me back toward what used to be the yard, the totem. I remembered the totem he'd snapped in half earlier.
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My gut told me it wasn't just some weird decoration. It was a warning, or maybe a seal. We have to burn it, I said. What? The totem! I shouted. We have to burn the pieces. Nate didn't argue. We scrambled back to the spot where he'd tossed the broken pieces and piled them together. He handed me his lighter, and my hands shook as I flicked it to life.
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The flames caught quickly, climbing higher than they should have, casting strange shadows on the trees. The laugh faded, the glowing eyes disappeared, and the forest, slowly, began to retreat. We stood there in silence, watching as the fire burned itself out. I wanted to believe it was over, but I could feel it. Something still out there, just beyond the trees.
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Whatever we'd done, whatever we'd disturbed, it wasn't finished with us. Not yet. Be careful when going into the woods. You never know what you will encounter. It started with a dumb idea, as most nights like this do. I couldn't sleep, so I figured, why not? Sneaking out was easy. My parents are heavy sleepers, and my window opened straight to the porch roof.
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Within five minutes, I was out the door, hopping onto my ATV with my phone buzzing in my pocket. I texted Ryan and Tyler to meet me at the grain silo. Bring whatever you've got, I wrote. By whatever, I meant beer, snacks, maybe something to make the night feel less boring. The woods always felt different at night, like they had secrets to share if you were stupid enough to listen.
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Tonight, I was stupid enough. The ride to the silo was uneventful, but the woods on either side of the dirt path felt… wrong. No crickets. No wind. Just the hum of my ATV and the crunch of gravel under the tires. I shook it off and reached the silo, parking near its rusted frame. Ryan and Tyler showed up minutes later, headlights cutting through the darkness like searchlights in enemy territory.
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Ethan, you're a lunatic for dragging us out here, Ryan said, grinning as he pulled out a six-pack from his bag. Tyler followed, holding a flashlight and a bag of chips. Shut up. You'll thank me later. I shot back. But even as we laughed, I felt it. A weight in the air, like the woods were leaning in to listen. We hopped on our ATVs and headed toward the clearing.
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The ride was bumpy, the trees closing in as the path narrowed. Tyler's flashlight beam bounced wildly, catching shadows that moved just a little too fast.
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At first, I didn't see anything. just the empty rocking-chair swaying slightly in the breeze then i saw it just at the edge of the light a figure crouched low to the ground its black fur matted and patchy it wasn't a dog it was too big too misshapen Its head was cocked unnaturally to one side, and even in the dim light, I could see the way its eyes glinted, catching the glow like tiny flames.
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my heart thudded but i kept my eyes forward refusing to let my imagination get the better of me the clearing came into view a small circle of open space surrounded by towering oaks i'd set it up months ago dragging old lawn chairs and setting up a fire pit The three of us killed the engines and the sudden silence was deafening. Ryan tossed some wood into the pit while I struck a match.
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Soon, flames danced and cracked, pushing back the darkness. The first beer cracked open, then another. We laughed, talked about school, and teased Tyler for being jumpy. The firelight played tricks on his face, making him look pale and wide-eyed. You guys ever hear about those things in the woods? He asked, his voice low. Oh, great. Ryan groaned. Here we go.
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I'm serious, Tyler said, leaning forward. My grandpa told me about these things. People see them out here sometimes. Tall, skinny, almost human, but not. Yeah, yeah, and they eat kids like you, Ryan quipped, chucking an empty can at him. Tyler ducked, but his eyes flicked to the trees again. He wasn't joking. I laughed it off, but Tyler's words stuck.
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The woods were so dark tonight, the kind of darkness that presses against your skin. The firelight only made it worse, creating shadows that felt too solid. That's when we heard it. A sound like, I don't know, like a growl, but deeper, almost guttural. It came from somewhere behind us, far enough to dismiss but close enough to set my teeth on edge. What the hell was that? Tyler whispered.
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Coyotes, Ryan said, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. He tossed another log onto the fire, and the spark shot up like tiny fireworks. The noise came again, this time closer, accompanied by the faintest snap of a branch. My chest tightened.
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i stood up trying to act casual i'm going to check out that trail over there i said jerking my thumb toward a barely visible gap in the trees my stomach flipped as the words left my mouth but i couldn't back down now alone have fun getting eaten ryan joked though there was a hint of nervousness in his smirk
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i climbed on to my a t v heart pounding the growl came again this time sharper almost deliberate like it wanted me to hear i gunned the engine and rode into the darkness leaving the safety of the fire behind the trail was tighter than i remembered overgrown and barely navigable
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my headlights barely pierced the thick underbrush casting long eerie shadows the silence out here was even worse no bugs no birds just the low hum of my engine i should have turned back every instinct screamed at me to turn back but i didn't and then i saw them
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two glowing eyes in the distance not reflective like a deer's but glowing a sickly amber that burned through the darkness i froze gripping the handlebars so tight my knuckles hurt the eyes blinked once and a shape emerged my breath caught as i took it in tall hunched with matted fur hanging from a gaunt frame it looked like it had been pieced together wrong joints bent in ways that shouldn't be possible legs too long arms too thin
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i tried to convince myself it was a coyote a sick coyote maybe rabid but when it stood upright its head almost grazing the branches above i knew better it tilted its head like it was studying me then it took a step forward i didn't wait to see what it wanted
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i turned the atv around so fast i nearly tipped it and floored it back down the trail behind me i heard it move fast too fast branches snapped and the guttural growl grew into a shriek high-pitched and unnatural it was chasing me i didn't look back i couldn't I tore through the woods, dodging trees and praying the engine wouldn't stall.
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The trail opened up into the clearing, and I skidded to a stop, nearly slamming into the fire pit. But Ryan and Tyler were gone. Their chairs were overturned, beer cans scattered, and the fire was dying, embers barely glowing in the dark. The shriek came again, closer now, and I realized with a sickening jolt, I wasn't alone.
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i sat there straddling my atv my chest heaving and my eyes darting around the clearing the fire was nothing more than a smoldering pit sending up thin wisps of smoke ryan and tyler's atvs were still there headlights dim and flickering but they were nowhere to be seen my brain scrambled for an explanation Maybe they got scared and ran back home. Maybe they were messing with me.
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It was staring right at me. I stumbled back, my hand catching the edge of the bed frame with a loud thunk. The thing didn't flinch. Instead, it rose slowly onto its hind legs, its outline growing taller and more grotesque. It didn't move toward the house. It just stood there, watching, its breath visible in the cold night air. Behind me, Lena stirred. "'What's going on?'
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But deep down, I knew better. The growl came again, low and guttural, from somewhere in the trees. My stomach dropped. It wasn't close, but it wasn't far either. It moved, circling, stalking. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my feet felt nailed to the ground. Ryan? Tyler? I yelled into the void, my voice cracking. The only response was the crackle of damp wood collapsing in the fire pit.
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I killed the ATV's engine, hoping for silence. Big mistake. The moment the hum stopped, the forest came alive with sound. Branches snapping, leaves rustling, footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps. Whatever was out there wanted me to know it was coming. I scanned the treeline, and that's when I saw them again. The eyes. Glowing amber, just like before.
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But now they bobbed and swayed as the creature moved closer. My throat tightened. I forced myself to breathe, gripping the handlebars like they could somehow save me. The creature emerged slowly. Stepping out from the shadows like it had all the time in the world, it was worse than I'd imagined.
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Its skin hung in loose patches, fur clinging to a frame that was all wrong, legs too long, shoulders hunched unnaturally high. Its head tilted at an angle that made me feel sick, like it was broken. And those teeth, jagged, uneven, stained with something dark. It was grinning at me, I fumbled with the key, trying to restart the ATV. The engine sputtered but wouldn't catch.
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Come on, I hissed, twisting the key again and again. The creature let out a shriek, a piercing, distorted sound that rattled my skull. It started toward me, its steps quick and jerky. Adrenaline took over. I jumped off the ATV and bolted, weaving between trees. not caring where I was going as long as it was away from that thing.
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My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and my legs burned as I pushed harder, faster. I could hear it behind me, its heavy footfalls crashing through the underbrush. I don't know how long I ran. Time didn't exist. There was only the pounding of my heart and the sound of that thing closing in. I tripped once, slamming hard into the dirt, and for a split second I thought it was over.
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But when I looked back, I saw nothing, just darkness and the faintest hint of movement in the shadows. I scrambled to my feet and kept running. Eventually I stumbled onto a structure, a shack, old and rotting, barely standing. It looked like something out of a horror movie, the kind of place you avoid unless you're desperate. I was desperate.
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i threw myself inside slamming the door shut and pressing my back against it the air inside was thick with the smell of mold and something else something metallic and sour my flashlight flickered as i scanned the room the walls were covered in claw marks deep grooves that splintered the wood A pile of old tattered clothes sat in the corner, next to a rusted hunting knife and empty cans of food.
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Whoever had been here before, they hadn't left in a hurry. The footsteps outside stopped. My breath hitched. I leaned against the door, straining to hear anything over the pounding in my ears. For a moment, it was silent. Then, a slow, deliberate scratch started at the base of the door, working its way up. I bit back a scream, pressing harder against the door as if that would make a difference.
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The scratching stopped. Then came a sound that made my stomach churn, the thing sniffing, deep and guttural, like it was tasting the air. My flashlight flickered again, and in its weak beam, I saw the edges of the doorframe start to bend inward. It was testing the door, pushing, pulling, as if deciding whether it was worth breaking down.
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she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "'I couldn't tear my eyes away from the window. There's something out there,' I whispered. She was next to me in an instant, her eyes wide as she peered out the window."
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I clutched the hunting knife from the floor, gripping it so tight my knuckles ached. Please, I whispered to no one in particular, please just go away. The door shuttered, but it didn't break. After a few agonizing minutes, the sniffing faded, replaced by the sound of retreating footsteps. I waited, counting each second, until the silence felt suffocating.
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When I finally dared to peek out the window, the clearing was empty. The glowing eyes were gone, but I knew it wasn't over. Not even close. I didn't stay in the shack. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to run again, trying to retrace my steps. Every shadow, every rustle of leaves, sent jolts of terror through me.
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I reached the clearing where the fire had been, but it was completely extinguished now, the darkness absolute. The chairs were toppled. Ryan and Tyler's ATVs still abandoned, but they were nowhere to be found. Ryan! Tyler! I screamed into the night, but only silence answered, and then the sound returned. The growl, deep and guttural, from the direction of the tree line.
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My head snapped toward it and I saw the eyes again, closer this time. I didn't wait. I ran toward the path that led home, the creature's distorted shrieks chasing me the entire way. I don't remember running out of the woods. My legs just carried me, blind and automatic, like some primal part of me had taken over.
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All I knew was the sound, the creature's shrieks, unnatural and echoing, growing closer with every step. My lungs burned, my legs ached, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. The clearing finally gave way to the edge of the field, and I spotted it. Our old station wagon, half sunken into the weeds like it had been swallowed by the earth. My chest tightened with hope and dread.
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If I could just get to it. But I knew that thing was right behind me. I stumbled to the car, yanking the door handle so hard I thought it might snap off. It opened with a groan, and I threw myself inside, slamming it shut and locking the doors.
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the thing had moved closer now fully in the light its body was gaunt its fur hanging in clumps and its face its face wasn't right it looked almost human the features distorted like someone had stretched skin over a skull that didn't belong to it Lena grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the window. "'We need to wake Uncle Sam,' she whispered.
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the old familiar smell of dust and oil hit me a cruel reminder of all the times i'd played in this car as a kid i crouched low in the back seat panting trying to catch my breath my hands shook so badly i had to clench them into fists for a moment there was silence no footsteps no growls Just the soft sound of rain starting to fall, pattering against the car's metal roof.
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I let out a shaky breath, daring to believe I'd outrun it. But then, through the fogged glass, I saw them. Those glowing amber eyes, emerging from the tree line. They floated closer, unblinking, cutting through the dark like twin lanterns. My heart felt like it stopped. The creature was walking toward the car, slow and deliberate, its head tilting side to side as if it were studying me.
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I ducked lower, trying to make myself invisible, but it was too late. It knew I was there. I could hear it now, its breathing, wet and labored, mixed with a low growl that made my skin crawl. It circled the car, its long claws dragging across the windows with a high-pitched screech. I covered my ears, but it didn't help. The sound went straight to my brain like nails scraping across bone.
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I had to think. I had to do something. That's when I remembered. My dad's rifle. He always kept it in the car for emergencies. I reached under the back seat, fumbling blindly until my fingers brushed against cold metal. There it was. I pulled it out, my hands trembling as I checked the chamber. Three bullets. That was it. The creature stopped scratching.
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I froze, clutching the rifle, straining to hear through the pounding rain. And then, with a sickening crunch, its face appeared in the back window. It was inches from me, its teeth bared in a grotesque grin. I could see the blackened gums, the jagged edges of its teeth, and the hollow pits of its eyes glowing with that horrible light. My breath hitched and I instinctively raised the rifle.
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I fired. The shot shattered the window, sending glass everywhere, but I missed. The creature shrieked, a deafening guttural sound that made my ears ring. It clawed at the back of the car, ripping through metal like it was paper. I scrambled into the front seat, desperate to put more space between us. The keys. My dad always kept the keys in the glove box.
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I flung it open, my hand searching frantically. outside the creature slammed against the car rocking it back and forth the metal groaned and the roof started to cave my fingers closed around the keys just as the passenger door wrenched open it reached inside its long twisted arm grabbing at me
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i screamed slamming the door shut on its hand over and over until it let out a howl and pulled back my hand found the ignition and i twisted the key the engine sputtered come on i begged come on it roared to life without thinking i slammed my foot on the gas The car lurched forward, throwing the creature off balance. I turned the wheel hard, aiming straight for it.
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The headlights illuminated its full form. Too tall, too thin, its limbs contorted like a spider's. I clenched my teeth and hit the gas. The car collided with it, the impact sending a sickening thud through the cabin. It crumpled, folding unnaturally beneath the car, but I didn't stop. I kept going, dragging it several feet before the car stalled again. For a moment, everything was still.
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Rain pelted the windshield, and steam hissed from the engine. I dared to look back. The creature was lying there, motionless, its glowing eyes finally dimmed. I let out a shaky breath, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. But as I opened the door to get out, I saw something that made my blood run cold. The creature's hand twitched. No, I whispered. No, no, no.
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The second she said his name, the creature's head snapped toward the door, as if it had understood. It let out a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the room. My stomach dropped, and every instinct in me screamed to run. "'But where?' The thing was just outside. The growl grew into a deep, unnatural scream, a sound I'll never forget.' It wasn't an animal. It wasn't human.
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I grabbed the rifle and ran. I didn't care where I was going, as long as it was away from that thing. The rain was blinding, the mud pulling at my shoes, but I kept moving. When I finally reached the edge of the woods, I turned back. It was standing there, in the middle of the field, watching me. Its head tilted again, as if amused. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't wait.
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I ran the rest of the way home, bursting through the door and locking it behind me. I collapsed in the entryway, soaked and trembling, listening to the rain hammering against the windows. I didn't sleep that night. I sat in the corner of my room, clutching the rifle, staring at the door. The next morning I went back. The car was there, battered and bloodied, but the creature was gone.
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No body, no tracks, just deep gouges in the dirt and the twisted remains of the station wagon. Ryan and Tyler were still missing. I checked their houses, but neither of them had come home. Tyler's parents said he'd called, muttering something about the woods, but Ryan, nothing. The worst part? That night as I sat in my room I heard it again, the growl, faint but unmistakable. It's still out there.
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I don't know what to do. I write this now to warn as many people as possible. Be careful when going into the woods. There's a certain kind of silence you only find in the wilderness. At first it feels peaceful, like you're wrapped in a blanket of trees and fresh air, miles away from the chaos of city life. But after a while, it gets oppressive, like the world's forgotten you're there.
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That's what hit me on the first night of the trip. Jonah and I had been best friends forever, and this weekend camping trip was our way of escaping the stress of senior year. No assignments, no college apps, just the two of us, a couple of fishing rods, and the forest. We pitched our tents near the edge of a lake, surrounded by towering trees that swayed gently in the breeze.
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The first day was perfect. We fished, built a fire, and grilled up the one trout Jonah managed to catch. He was always better at that outdoorsy stuff than me. We laughed a lot, mostly at me falling into the lake trying to reel in a line. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon... I felt like we were exactly where we were meant to be. But then came the night.
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I should have known something was off when the crickets stopped. It was so gradual I didn't even notice at first. One second their chirping was everywhere, a comforting white noise, and the next, nothing. Just the sound of the lake lapping against the shore and the faint rustling of leaves. "'Jonah, you hear that?' I whispered, trying not to sound paranoid."
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He looked up from the fire, the glow casting shadows across his face. "'Hear what?' "'Exactly. It's too quiet.' Jonah chuckled, tossing another log onto the flames. "'Dude, you're just used to Portland noise. No honking cars or barking dogs out here. Relax.' But I couldn't. The silence was suffocating. And then came the noises. At first it sounded like a wolf howling in the distance.
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That would have been creepy enough, but then it shifted.' the howl turned into something else like a bird call sharp and shrill but weirdly human like someone imitating it it didn't stop there the sounds melted together twisting into something unnatural something alive I stared into the darkness, my stomach nodding. Okay, you heard that, right?
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It was something in between. A sound that didn't belong in this world. Move, Lena hissed, yanking me toward the hallway. The sound of scratching filled the house now, coming from multiple points. Windows, walls, the roof. It was everywhere, as if the creature was multiplying, surrounding us. Sam met us in the hallway, his rifle in hand. Get back in the room. Now.
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Jonah paused, his grin faltering for just a second before he shook his head. Chill out, Eli. It's probably just the wind or some birds messing around. I didn't buy it, but I didn't want to argue either. Jonah was the type who never took anything seriously, and I didn't want to ruin the trip with my paranoia. We eventually turned in for the night, each retreating to our own tents.
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I tried to focus on my breathing, on the comforting glow of the lantern hanging above me, but my mind wouldn't let go of those sounds. Just as I was starting to drift off, I heard it, footsteps, light and quick at first, like a small animal skittering through the underbrush.
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then they grew heavier more deliberate circling the campsite my heart raced i wanted to unzip the tent but some primal part of me screamed to stay put to stay hidden the footsteps stopped directly outside my tent jonah i hissed as quietly as i could jonah what the hell are you doing No response. I held my breath, straining to listen. The zipper of Jonah's tent slid open and I exhaled, relieved.
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Jonah, I said again, louder this time. What, he whispered back, annoyed. Don't go out there. It could be a wolf or... Chill, Eli. I've got my knife. I'll check it out. Before I could argue, I heard him step out, his boots crunching softly against the dirt. The lighter footsteps, whatever had been circling us, vanished. Jonah moved around the campsite, his footsteps slow and methodical.
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Then they stopped, and the silence returned. My gut twisted in on itself. Minutes felt like hours. I clenched the edge of my sleeping bag, my ears straining for any sound. Finally I heard him again, heavy steps, uneven, dragging slightly. Jonah? I called, unzipping my tent just enough to peek out. He stood at the edge of the firelight, his silhouette dark against the faint glow.
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His clothes were torn, dirt streaked across his shirt. A long, jagged cut ran from the center of his chest to his ribs. Holy crap, Jonah! What happened? I scrambled out, rushing to him. He stared at me, his eyes blank and glassy. For the first time since I'd met him, Jonah didn't have that easy grin, that spark of mischief. His face was empty. Jonah, talk to me, man. What's going on?
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He blinked slowly like he was waking up from a dream. Night, he muttered, his voice flat and wrong. Then he turned and stumbled into his tent, leaving me standing there, heart pounding. I didn't sleep that night. How could I? Every noise, every rustle of leaves felt like a threat. I sat by the fire until the sun came up, my mind racing with questions.
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In the morning, Jonah acted like nothing had happened. He barely spoke, just packed his gear and tossed his bloodied shirt into the woods like it was trash. I didn't press him. I should have. But some part of me already knew I wasn't talking to Jonah anymore. When we got back to town, something in me was desperate to believe that everything would go back to normal.
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I clung to the idea that Jonah just needed some sleep, a hot meal, and a little time to shake off whatever had happened out there. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. Whatever came back with me wasn't Jonah. It started small. We'd barely gotten out of the car when Jonah froze on the sidewalk outside my house.
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He stared blankly at the street, the way you might stare at a math problem you couldn't figure out. You good? I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Uh, yeah, he hesitated. Where's your house? I laughed, waiting for the punchline, but it didn't come. Jonah, you've been here like a hundred times. It's right there. Oh, right.
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He followed me inside, walking stiffly, like his body wasn't quite sure how to move. I brushed it off at first. Maybe he was tired, maybe something had scared him in the woods, whatever. But then things got weirder. My mom had made lasagna for dinner, her way of welcoming Jonah back. He loved her cooking, always piling his plate high. This time, he didn't eat a bite.
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His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed him. He was scared. As we huddled in the dark, the sounds grew louder, more frantic. And I realized something chilling. It wasn't trying to get in. It was playing with us. The next morning, the house was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Sam was already outside by the time Lena and I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee.
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He just sat there, watching us. "'Not hungry?' my mom asked, smiling at him. Jonah blinked, like he'd forgotten she was there. "'I'm fine.' His voice was flat, monotone. The Jonah I knew couldn't keep a straight face to save his life, but now he looked like a mannequin, his expression empty, his movements stiff and awkward.
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I tried to ignore it, but the more time I spent around him, the more wrong it felt. That night we went up to my room to play video games. Jonah used to be obsessed with beating me, always leaning into the competitive banter. This time he just stared at the screen, his hands slack around the controller. You're not even trying, I said nudging him. He didn't respond. Jonah?
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His head snapped toward me, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that made my stomach flip. What? I laughed nervously. Dude, you're acting weird. He didn't laugh. He didn't say anything. He just stared. It wasn't until later, when I was getting ready for bed, that I realized how bad things had gotten.
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I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Jonah standing in the hallway, perfectly still, his face turned toward my little brother's room. Jonah, what the hell are you doing? I whispered, my voice sharp. He didn't flinch. I asked you a question, I said, louder this time. Finally, he turned to me, slow and deliberate. Just wanted to see how he sleeps.
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I froze, every instinct screaming at me that this wasn't my best friend. That's really not okay, man. He tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure out if he'd said something wrong.
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sorry then he walked past me back to my room like nothing had happened that night i couldn't sleep i kept replaying his words his tone the way he stared into my brother's room like he was studying him it didn't make sense jonah wasn't like this he'd never been like this The next morning, I tried to get him to talk about the woods, about what happened that night.
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He shrugged it off, refusing to make eye contact. "'Nothing happened,' he said. "'Jonah, come on, you were bleeding. Your clothes were torn. Something happened out there.' His jaw tightened, and for the first time I saw anger flash in his eyes, quick, sharp, and gone in an instant.'
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i said nothing happened i backed off but the unease kept growing every time i looked at him i felt like i was staring at a stranger wearing jonah's skin that night i tried to distract myself by diving into the internet looking up anything i could find about the forest
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Stories of hauntings, disappearances, and cryptids filled the screen, but one thing kept coming up, tales of shapeshifters, creatures that could mimic their victims perfectly, down to their memories and mannerisms. One account stuck with me. A man wrote about how his wife had changed overnight. She came back from a camping trip distant and cold, watching him with a predator's gaze.
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He described hearing her voice outside the house when she was supposed to be asleep inside. I slammed the laptop shut, my pulse racing. Jonah wasn't Jonah. The realization settled over me like a weight I couldn't shake. Every little moment, his stiffness, his silence, the way he stared at my family, it all fit. Something had taken him.
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Something was wearing his face, and I had no idea what it wanted. Around midnight, I heard footsteps in the hallway. They were heavy and deliberate, stopping right outside my door. Eli? Jonah's voice called softly. I froze. You awake? He asked, his tone sweet and calm, but somehow off. I didn't answer. The doorknob jiggled. Eli, let me in. I need to talk to you.
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Through the window, I could see him pacing along the fence line, his rifle slung over one shoulder. The events of the night before hung heavy in the air, but Lena tried to act like everything was normal. I wasn't buying it. She hadn't slept either, and the dark circles under her eyes matched the ones I'd seen in the mirror. We should leave, I said quietly as we sat at the table.
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I stared at the shadow of his feet under the door, my heart hammering in my chest. The doorknob stopped moving, but he didn't leave. He stood there, silent, waiting. And then he said it. It's okay, I just want to see how you sleep. I didn't sleep that night. I didn't know if I'd ever sleep again. The next day, Jonah was gone. He left without a word, no note, no text.
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At first, I felt a strange mix of relief and dread. Relief that I didn't have to see his hollow, alien eyes watching me anymore. And dread because I knew this wasn't over. Whatever Jonah had become, he wasn't done with me. That night, I barricaded myself in my room. I piled my dresser, desk, and even my mattress against the door.
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I didn't sleep that night. Every creak of the cabin, every gust of wind, made me jump. Grace, though, seemed perfectly at ease. She even laughed at me when I told her I'd heard something outside. Maybe it's your forest spirit, I said, trying to make light of it. She just smiled. Maybe it is. The next morning, I went out to check the property.
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I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, my mom's gun in my lap. I'd stolen it from her drawer that morning, feeling ridiculous and terrified all at once. I didn't even know how to use it properly, but it felt better to have something, anything, to defend myself. The house was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that makes your ears strain for any sound, no matter how small.
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I stared at the shadows stretching across my room, every creak of the floorboards outside making my pulse spike. And then, just after midnight, I heard it. A knock at the front door. It wasn't loud or hurried, just three calm, deliberate knocks. My mom was at work, and my little brother was staying at a friend's house, so I was alone. At least I thought I was.
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I crept to the window, peeking through the blinds. My stomach dropped. Jonah was standing on the porch, his face illuminated by the pale glow of the porch light. Eli, he called softly. his voice carried through the still night too loud and too clear it's me let me in i stayed silent hoping he'd leave come on man he said his tone light almost cheerful i just want to talk
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I clenched the gun tighter, my fingers trembling. He knocked again, harder this time. Eli, he said, his voice shifting, taking on a sharp edge. Don't make me wait. When I didn't answer, his tone changed again. It softened, warm and familiar. Eli, please, it's Jonah, your best friend. Don't you trust me.
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my breath caught in my throat he sounded so much like the old jonah the one i'd grown up with for a split second i wanted to believe it was him but then he started laughing it wasn't a normal laugh it started low and guttural bubbling up into something high-pitched and maniacal the sound scraped against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard
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"'Let me in, Eli,' he whispered, his voice suddenly right outside my bedroom window. I whipped my head toward the window, my heart slamming against my ribs. The blinds rattled as his hand slid across the glass. "'You can't hide forever,' he said, his voice dark and syrupy. "'I'm coming in.' The front door rattled as he began pounding on it.
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The sound echoed through the house, each blow more violent than the last." i backed into the corner of my room the gun shaking in my hands the pounding stopped abruptly and the silence that followed was worse eli a new voice called my mom's voice sweetie it's me let me in my blood ran cold Mom? I whispered, my voice cracking. Her voice came again, soft and pleading. I forgot my key.
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Please, honey, open the door. No, I muttered, shaking my head. That's not you. Yes, it is, she insisted, her voice rising in pitch. Open the door, Eli. You're scaring me. I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to drown her out. The door to my bedroom rattled as something pressed against it. Eli, my mom's voice said, now deeper, distorted. Don't you love me? "'Stop it!'
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The coffee tasted burnt, but I sipped it anyway, needing something to calm my nerves.
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I screamed, tears streaming down my face. The rattling stopped, replaced by heavy, dragging footsteps in the hallway. They moved past my door, heading toward the stairs. I scrambled to the window, peering outside. Jonah was gone, but the front door was wide open, swinging gently in the breeze. Then I heard it, a wet, sloshing sound coming from downstairs.
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It was faint at first, but grew louder, like something heavy and slimy was being dragged across the floor.' I pressed my back against the wall, clutching the gun to my chest. The sound stopped directly below me, and the ceiling creaked under the weight of something massive. My heart pounded as I heard it start climbing the stairs. Slow, deliberate steps, each one heavier than the last.
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I aimed the gun at the door, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep it steady. The steps stopped outside my room. Eli, Jonah's voice said, low and guttural, you can't hide from me. The door splintered as something slammed into it. The dresser shifted, the barricade barely holding.
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lena shook her head we're fine whatever it was it's gone now she didn't sound convinced and when sam walked in his grim expression only added to my growing anxiety he dropped a bundle of firewood by the door and shook his head it came back after sunrise stayed just out of range like it knew i couldn't get a clear shot what do you mean it i asked trying to keep my voice steady
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i screamed pulling the trigger the gun roared the sound deafening in the confined space the door cracked and something wet splattered against the floor the pounding stopped i held my breath listening to the silence then i heard it-a wet slithering sound followed by a low guttural laugh You can't kill me, Eli, Jonas said, his voice distorted and layered, like a hundred voices speaking at once.
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The door burst open and I fired again, but it was too late. The thing that used to be Jonas stood in the doorway, its human facade melting away. Its skin sagged and tore, revealing a mass of black, oily tendrils writhing beneath. Its face, my face, stared back at me, its lips curling into a grotesque grin. Your turn, it whispered. I don't remember much after that. Just pain and darkness.
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If you're reading this, stay out of the woods. And if someone you know comes back wrong, don't wait. Run. The first thing I noticed about Uncle Jack's house was how exposed it felt. It was big, bigger than anything I'd ever lived in, but it didn't feel safe. The walls weren't really walls, not like normal houses. They were glass, almost every single one.
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Floor to ceiling windows stretched across the entire back of the house, facing nothing but endless trees. It felt like stepping into a fishbowl, with the woods watching from all sides. Danny thought it was amazing. He ran from room to room, pressing his hands and face against the windows like a kid at the zoo. Look, Lizzie.
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You can see everything, he shouted, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. I didn't feel like looking. The trees were too close, their dark branches tangled like a net that could snare the house at any moment. The whole place felt wrong. Pretty cool, huh? Uncle Jack's voice startled me. He was standing behind me, grinning like he'd just won an award.
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I designed it myself, seamless living with nature. It's what the magazines call modern rustic. I forced a smile and nodded, but all I could think was how easy it would be for something, or someone, to see us without us seeing them. The forest pressed in on the house, dense and unrelenting. The nearest neighbor was miles away. I hated it already. That first night, I couldn't sleep.
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The guest room Uncle Jack gave me was at the far end of the house, separated from the rest of my family by a long hallway that seemed to stretch forever. My room was small, but it had the same glass wall facing the woods. No curtains, no blinds.
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just an uninterrupted view of pitch-black trees i lay there staring at the glass too scared to close my eyes the forest outside was completely still no wind no sound just shadows deep endless shadows My heart was pounding and I didn't even know why. I told myself I was being ridiculous, that nothing was out there. But then I heard it. Tap, tap, tap. It was faint but unmistakable.
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I sat up in bed, every muscle in my body frozen. The sound came again, slow and deliberate. It was coming from the glass. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't stop myself. I slid out of bed and crept toward the window, my bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. The tapping stopped. My breath fogged up the glass as I leaned in close, peering out into the darkness.
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There was nothing, just the trees, their branches swaying slightly in the still air. But the ground near the edge of the woods looked, disturbed, like something had been moving there. I stared for what felt like forever, waiting for something to move. Go to sleep, I whispered to myself, backing away from the window.
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Sam glanced at Lena, then back at me. I mean that thing from last night. It's not a dog, and it sure as hell isn't a coyote. The room felt colder suddenly, the morning sunlight failing to chase away the shadows lingering in the corners. The day passed in a haze of tension. Every noise, every flicker of movement outside the windows set me on edge.
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I climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket over my head, as if that could protect me. I didn't sleep. The next morning I tried to forget about it. Danny was already outside, running through the yard and waving a stick around like it was a sword. My mom was busy in the kitchen with Uncle Jack talking about something boring like paperwork or groceries.
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I decided to check out the yard, hoping the sunlight would make me feel less uneasy. Lizzie, look at this, Danny yelled, dragging me toward the edge of the woods. He'd found something in the dirt, a deep groove carved into the ground, jagged and messy, like a giant claw had raked through it. It's just an animal, I said quickly, pulling him away.
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But the truth was, I had no idea what could have made a mark like that. It was too big, too deliberate. I glanced at the tree line and thought I saw something, a shadow moving between the trunks. But when I blinked, it was gone. That night, I couldn't shake the feeling that the house wasn't as empty as it seemed.
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The windows felt like eyes, and the woods outside felt alive, like they were waiting for something. I didn't tell anyone about the tapping or the shadow, not even Danny. He'd just laugh, and my mom had enough to deal with. I went to bed early, hoping that if I fell asleep fast enough, I wouldn't have time to think about the glass wall or the dark shapes in the trees.
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But as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I heard it again. Tap, tap, tap. This time it wasn't faint. It was loud and deliberate, like someone or something was trying to get my attention. I gripped the blanket tight, my heart hammering in my chest. I didn't move. The tapping stopped, but then I heard another sound, softer, almost like scratching, tracing along the edge of the glass.
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I wanted to scream, but I clamped my hand over my mouth. Slowly I turned my head toward the window. The glass was empty, just like before. But then, in the moonlight, I saw them. Marks, long and thin, etched into the surface of the glass. They hadn't been there before. I didn't sleep that night either. The first time I heard it, I thought I was dreaming.
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I woke to the sound of my mom's voice, soft and calm, calling my name from somewhere down the hall. "'Lizzie,' she said, her tone so warm and familiar, it eased the knot of fear that had been sitting in my chest since we arrived. "'Lizzie, I need you.' Still half asleep, I pushed the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
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The house was cold, and the floor creaked beneath my feet as I shuffled toward the door. Her voice called again, this time from the living room. Lizzie, come here, I need your help. Something about it didn't sit right.
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the hallway was pitch black and the farther i walked the less her voice sounded like hers there was a sharpness to it now an edge that didn't belong to my mother it grew deeper as i approached the living room almost guttural but still unmistakably calling my name i stopped just before the living room doorway suddenly wide awake
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the room beyond was bathed in faint moonlight spilling in through the massive glass wall outside the woods were a wall of darkness the trees swaying ever so slightly my mom wasn't there no one was just the empty couch and the silent forest i blinked hard and stumbled back the fog of sleep clearing all at once. My heart raced as I realized I wasn't dreaming.
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I turned and ran back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over my head, shaking. For the rest of the night, I stayed awake, listening for the voice to call me again. It didn't.
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Sam spent most of the afternoon reinforcing the fence and checking the property.
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the next morning i convinced myself it had to be a dream i didn't mention it to anyone not even danny he wouldn't have believed me anyway but the uneasiness stayed with me following me through the day like a shadow danny spent the afternoon exploring the woods again i didn't want to go with him this time not after what i'd heard i stood by the window instead watching him run through the trees with the same stick he'd been playing with since we got here
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For a moment, everything seemed normal, until he stopped. He was standing near the edge of the woods, staring at something on the ground. I could see his shoulders tense, the stick slipping from his hand. Then he turned and sprinted back toward the house, his face pale. By the time he burst through the door, he was out of breath, his eyes wide. "'There's something out there,' he gasped.
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muttering under his breath about how it was testing him lena tried to distract me by stacking firewood near the shed but even out there the atmosphere felt wrong the air was too still the dogs usually loud and energetic stayed huddled in their pens their tails tucked between their legs and then there was the smell a faint rancid odor that seemed to cling to the breeze "'What's that smell?'
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"'It's dead, all torn up.' "'What's dead?' I asked, my stomach sinking." I don't know. Some animal. It's huge, though. He hesitated, glancing back at the door. I think something dragged it there. There were marks. Claw marks. Uncle Jack overheard and brushed it off, saying it was probably a coyote.
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But Danny wouldn't stop talking about the claw marks, about how deep they were, how whatever made them must have been massive. I tried to push the thought out of my mind, but when I looked out the window again, I swore I saw movement between the trees, a dark shape slipping behind a trunk. The second time the voice called me, it wasn't my mom. It was my dad.
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It had been years since I'd heard his voice, but I recognized it instantly. Lizzie, he called, his tone pleading. Lizzie, come talk to me. I sat up in bed, my head spinning. I knew it wasn't possible. He wasn't here. He wasn't anywhere. But his voice was so real, so desperate, that I found myself standing and walking toward the door. I felt detached, like my body was moving on its own.
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The living room was the same as before, silent, empty, and bathed in cold moonlight. but this time there was something new a figure stood by the glass wall its back to me staring out into the woods it looked like him but something was off his shoulders were hunched his posture rigid and his hands hung limply at his sides "'Dad?' I whispered, my voice trembling.
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The figure turned slowly and I stumbled back. Its face wasn't my dad's. It wasn't anyone's. Its skin was smooth and pale, like wax, with hollow depressions where eyes should have been. Its mouth was stretched into a wide, unnatural grin. I woke up in my bed, gasping for air. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. The room was silent."
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but i could still feel its presence like a lingering shadow in the corner of my vision for the next few nights i refused to leave my room after dark i kept the door shut and stayed under the covers too scared to even peek out the window but something changed in Danny. He started acting. Strange, I caught him standing in front of the glass wall one night, his face inches from the glass.
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His hands were pressed against it, and his breath fogged up the surface. Danny, I hissed, stepping closer. What are you doing? He didn't answer. He didn't even blink. His eyes were fixed on something outside. But when I looked, all I saw were trees. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him, and he finally snapped out of it, blinking like he'd just woken up. What? He said, confused. What's wrong?
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You were just standing there, I stammered. Did you see something? He frowned, rubbing his eyes. I don't know. I don't remember. That was the first time, but it wasn't the last. I started finding him there almost every night, staring out at the woods, his face blank and his hands trembling. No matter how many times I asked, he couldn't explain why.
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The tapping on the windows came back, louder and more frequent. Scratches appeared on the glass, faint but deliberate, like something was trying to carve its way in. And sometimes, just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard whispers, soft, raspy, and too faint to understand, but always calling my name. I wanted to believe it was just in my head, but deep down I knew it wasn't.
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Something was out there, waiting for me to let it in. I woke up to the sound of footsteps. At first I thought it was part of a dream, the kind that lingers just long enough to blur the line between real and not. But then I heard it again, soft, deliberate, shuffling steps, moving down the hallway outside my door.
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I asked, wrinkling my nose. Lena stopped stacking wood and sniffed the air. "'I don't know. Dead animal, maybe?' I wasn't convinced. It smelled too... human. As the sun dipped low on the horizon, the tension in the house reached a breaking point. Sam called us inside and locked the doors, double-checking the latches on every window. "'Keep the curtains closed,' he said sharply.
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My heart leapt into my throat as I stared at the ceiling, every nerve in my body on high alert. It wasn't Mom. Her steps were brisk and purposeful, not this slow, dragging shuffle. And Uncle Jack's gait was heavier, louder. This was something else, something wrong. I held my breath, straining to listen.
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The footsteps stopped just outside my door, and for a moment, all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Then, slowly, they moved on, heading toward the living room, toward the glass wall. I sat up, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. My first instinct was to run to Mom's room and wake her up, but something stopped me. A pull, like an invisible thread tugging me toward the door.
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I cracked it open just enough to peer into the hallway. There, at the end of the corridor, was Danny. He was walking slowly, his movements stiff and unnatural, like a marionette being dragged along by invisible strings. His head hung low, and his arms swayed limply at his sides. Danny? Danny? I whispered, but he didn't stop. He didn't even flinch.
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Panic flared in my chest as I slipped into the hallway following him at a distance. I could hear a faint sound now, coming from the direction of the living room. A low, mournful moan, like the cry of a wounded animal. It wasn't loud, but it felt close. Too close. Danny reached the living room and stopped in front of the sliding glass door. I crept closer, staying low, my pulse pounding in my ears.
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The glass wall loomed before him, the forest beyond bathed in pale moonlight. The trees were swaying again, but not like they had before.
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this was violent chaotic like something massive was crashing through them branches snapped and cracked and the moaning grew louder reverberating through the house like a low guttural hum i watched in horror as danny reached for the lock on the sliding door his hand trembled as his fingers brushed against it and for a second i thought i saw something move in the shadows beyond the glass
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danny no i whispered as loudly as i dared rushing forward i grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back just as his fingers touched the lock his eyes were glazed unfocused as he turned to look at me lizzie he mumbled his voice distant hollow they're waiting for us the moaning stopped the forest fell eerily silent the sudden quiet almost more terrifying than the noise had been
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i froze gripping danny's arm as my eyes darted toward the glass and then i saw it a shadow moved between the trees too fast too big it darted closer weaving between the trunks like a predator closing in on its prey my breath caught as it stepped into the moonlight It was humanoid, but impossibly tall, its limbs grotesquely elongated.
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Its skin was dark and shiny, almost wet, and its face was a blank, featureless void. No eyes, no mouth, just smooth black nothingness. It crouched low, its limbs bending unnaturally, and pressed its hand against the glass. Its fingers were long and thin, ending in sharp claw-like tips that scraped against the surface. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
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It tilted its head as if studying us, and I swore I could feel its gaze, even though it had no eyes. ''Lizzie,'' Danny whispered, his voice trembling, ''it's going to get in.'' ''No, it won't,'' I whispered back, though I didn't believe it. The creature's claws dug into the glass, leaving deep, jagged scratches. It leaned closer, its head tilting back and forth in jerky, unnatural movements.
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"'No matter what you hear or see, don't open them.'" I wanted to ask what he was expecting, but the look in his eyes stopped me. We ate dinner in near silence, the scrape of utensils on plates the only sound. By the time night fell, the house felt like a fortress. Sam sat near the front door, his rifle across his lap, while Lena and I stayed in the living room, pretending to watch TV.
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The glass groaned under the pressure, spiderweb cracks forming around its hand. I grabbed Danny and pulled him behind the couch, out of sight. My heart was racing so fast, I thought it might stop altogether. I clamped a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, trying to steady my own breathing. For a moment, there was silence.
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And then the sound of heavy, ragged breathing filled the room, deep and rhythmic, coming from just beyond the couch. It was inside.
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i shut my eyes tight willing it to go away danny's small body trembled against mine and i tightened my grip on him desperate to keep him still the breathing grew louder closer until i could feel it hot and damp against the back of my neck and then just as suddenly as it had started it stopped the air felt cold and empty and i risked a glance over the edge of the couch The living room was empty.
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The sliding glass door was closed, though the glass was marred with deep, claw-like gouges. In the dirt just beyond the glass, the creature had left something. A series of symbols scratched into the ground, spirals and jagged lines that seemed to pulse faintly in the moonlight. I didn't wait to figure out what they meant.
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I pulled Danny to his feet and half dragged him down the hallway, my legs shaking so badly I thought they might give out. We burst into Mom's room, slamming the door behind us. "'What's going on?' she mumbled groggily, sitting up in bed. "'Don't ask,' I whispered, my voice trembling." Just lock the door. Don't open it until morning. She didn't argue, though I could tell she didn't believe me.
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I climbed into bed with her and Danny, keeping them both close, and stared at the door until the first rays of sunlight crept through the window. We left the house that morning, for good, and I've never looked back. When Ryan and I first rolled into the reservation, I couldn't drop the feeling that we didn't belong. It wasn't just the place. It was the way people looked at us. No smiles.
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No nods of acknowledgement. Just cold, blank stares that followed our car as we bounced over the uneven dirt road. The village itself felt frozen in time. Crumbling adobe houses leaned precariously under the weight of years. Rusted-out trucks sat abandoned in dry patches of earth. Even the air felt strange, too still, too heavy, like it was pressing down on us.
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The only sound was the occasional creak of wood in the wind, though I never felt the wind on my skin. When we pulled up to the meeting spot, a small group of elders waited for us. Their faces were lined and expressionless, except for the oldest woman, who seemed to hold the weight of the entire reservation in her sunken eyes. She stepped forward, her voice firm but quiet.
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"'You'll stay in the camper by the mesa,' she said, gesturing toward the barren expanse of desert beyond the village." Stay inside after dark. Keep to yourselves. Ryan shot me a look, but I shrugged. A camper on the edge of nowhere didn't sound great, but I wasn't about to argue. The drive to the camper was short, but the farther we got from the village, the more isolated I felt.
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By the time we parked, the sun was starting to dip behind the horizon, painting the desert in deep reds and purples. The camper sat alone, dwarfed by the looming shadow of the mesa. It wasn't much to look at. Faded paint, a busted screen door, and a set of uneven steps that creaked ominously as we climbed inside. The inside wasn't any better.
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It smelled faintly of mildew, and the overhead light flickered like it was deciding whether to work or not. A tiny table and two rickety chairs sat in one corner, and a narrow bed was crammed against the opposite wall. ryan dropped his bag with a sigh this is cozy he said his tone heavy with sarcasm i chuckled trying to keep things light hey at least it's got four walls
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that first night we settled in early with no tv or wi-fi there wasn't much else to do by the time the last light faded from the sky we were both in our sleeping bags staring at the ceiling the silence was deafening no crickets no wind nothing just the occasional groan of the camper as it settled into the cold desert night
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It started just after nine. At first it was faint, a soft rustling outside like wind through dry leaves. Then came the footsteps, heavy and deliberate, circling the house. I froze, the sound sending a shiver down my neck. Lena grabbed the remote and muted the TV. The footsteps stopped. For a moment the silence was deafening. Then came the scratching.
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I must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I remember is waking up to a sound, a low rhythmic thud. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but then it came again, louder this time. I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest. Ryan, I hissed. Did you hear that? He groaned half asleep. Hear what? Before I could answer, the entire camper jolted.
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It felt like someone or something had slammed into the side of it with full force. Ryan shot up wide-eyed. "'What the hell was that?' he whispered. The camper rocked again, harder this time. My stomach dropped as I realized it wasn't just shaking, it was moving, being pushed. The sound of heavy, scraping footsteps surrounded us, circling the camper.
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The walls groaned under the pressure, and I swear I heard something breathing, deep and guttural, just outside the thin metal shell. Ryan scrambled out of his sleeping bag and crouched under the table." Get down, he hissed. I joined him, gripping a flashlight so tightly my knuckles ached. The rocking continued, violent and relentless, as if whatever was out there was testing the camper's strength.
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Shadows flickered through the tiny windows, but I couldn't make out anything distinct. Then came the whispering, low and faint, like a breeze carrying voices just out of reach. It didn't sound like English, or any language I'd ever heard. My skin prickled as the whispers grew louder, almost chanting but still impossible to understand. Ryan's face was pale, his eyes darting around the camper.
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This isn't normal, man. This isn't right. I didn't respond. I couldn't. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my mouth felt dry as sandpaper. The rocking stopped suddenly, and the silence that followed was worse. It felt alive, pressing in on us from all sides. We stayed under the table for what felt like hours, barely daring to breathe.
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Finally, the first light of dawn crept through the windows, casting weak gray beams across the camper. The silence remained, but the oppressive weight in the air began to lift. When we finally stepped outside, the ground around the camper was littered with tracks. Not human tracks. Not fully, anyway. They looked like animal prints. But something about them was... wrong. Too large. Too deep.
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And some of them ended abruptly, as if whatever made them had vanished into thin air. Ryan stared at them, his voice barely a whisper. What the hell is out here? I didn't have an answer, but one thing was clear. Whatever it was, it wasn't just the desert playing tricks on us. By the third night, the fear had settled into my bones.
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I hadn't slept more than a few hours since we arrived, and neither had Ryan. During the day, we tried to act normal, making rounds in the village, but I could see it in the way Ryan's hands shook when he held his coffee cup. or how he flinched at every stray noise, I wasn't doing much better. Every shadow felt too long. Every gust of wind carried a sound that made my stomach twist.
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That morning, we'd found more tracks around the camper. They crisscrossed the dirt like something had been pacing, circling. The prints were bizarre, too large to belong to any normal animal, and some were shaped like hands, long bony fingers pressed into the dirt. One track looked as though something had dragged its foot, leaving deep gouges in the ground. Ryan wanted to leave.
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It started at the back door, low and slow, like claws dragging across the wood. The sound moved, scratching its way along the wall until it reached the window nearest us. Lina whispered, Don't look. But I couldn't help myself. I turned my head just enough to see the curtain twitch, as if something was brushing against it from the outside.
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I couldn't blame him. we're sitting ducks out here man he said pacing the small space inside the camper whatever's out there it's messing with us i don't think it's just animals i tried to sound calm rational we've got a job to do we can't just leave ryan stopped and glared at me You think this is normal? You think a coyote or a bear or whatever leaves that?
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He jabbed a finger toward the window, where the edge of a claw mark was visible on the camper's side. You're fooling yourself if you think this is going to stop. He wasn't wrong, but I didn't know what else to do. The village elder's words echoed in my head. Stay inside after dark. Keep to yourselves.
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i hadn't taken it seriously then but now it felt like a warning i'd been stupid to ignore that night the camper felt smaller than ever we sat in silence listening to the faint creaks and groans of the structure settling into the cool desert air ryan sat by the window holding a wrench he'd found in one of the drawers It wasn't much, but I could tell he felt better having something in his hands.
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I had the flashlight, the same one I'd gripped like a lifeline two nights before. It didn't feel like enough. The first sign of trouble came just past midnight. It was subtle at first, a faint shuffling sound, like footsteps dragging through the dirt. I sat up, straining to listen, and the sound grew louder, circling the camper. Do you hear that? I whispered. Ryan nodded, his face pale. It's back.
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The footsteps stopped abruptly, replaced by a heavy scraping noise, as though something sharp was dragging across the metal exterior of the camper. The sound moved methodically, starting at the back and creeping toward the door. My chest tightened as it grew closer.
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suddenly the entire camper jolted throwing us off balance the shaking was stronger than before more deliberate whatever was outside wasn't just testing the structure it was trying to get in the walls groaned as the force increased and the small table toppled over with a crash Get down, Ryan hissed, pulling me to the floor.
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We huddled in the corner, the flashlight beam darting wildly across the room as the camper rocked violently. The sound of claws scraping against metal was deafening, and underneath it, I swore I heard that whispering again, low, guttural, and incomprehensible. It wasn't just one voice. It was a chorus, layered and distorted, like a broken radio. "'Evan, what the hell is that?'
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Ryan's voice cracked, his wrench trembling in his hand. I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat felt like it had closed up, and all I could do was stare at the door, waiting for it to burst open. The whispering grew louder, more insistent, until it felt like it was inside my head. I clamped my hands over my ears, but it didn't help. And then, just as suddenly as it started, everything stopped."
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The whispering, the shaking, the scraping, all of it vanished, leaving behind an oppressive silence that made my ears ring. Ryan and I stayed where we were, too afraid to move. Minutes passed, maybe hours, before we finally worked up the courage to look outside. Slowly, I pushed open the door, my flashlight casting a thin beam of light onto the dirt.
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My breath caught in my throat as a shadow moved behind the fabric, tall, distorted, and all wrong. Then came the knock. It was soft at first, almost polite, a gentle tap-tap-tap on the glass. When no one responded, it grew louder, more insistent, until the sound echoed through the room. Don't answer it, Sam barked from the doorway. No one moved.
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The tracks were everywhere again, crisscrossing each other in a chaotic pattern. Some of them ended abruptly, as though whatever had made them had simply vanished. I shone the flashlight toward the edge of the mesa, and for a split second, I thought I saw something move. A shape, tall and thin, with glowing eyes that reflected the light like an animal's.
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It disappeared before I could focus on it, slipping into the shadows like smoke. Ryan grabbed my arm. We have to go. Now. I didn't argue this time. By morning, we were on the phone with our supervisor, begging to be relocated. The village elder didn't seem surprised when we told her we were leaving. She just nodded and said, It's better this way.
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But as we packed up the camper, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. The air was too still, the silence too heavy. I glanced toward the mesa one last time, half expecting to see those glowing eyes staring back at me. We left before sundown, the tracks outside the camper already being erased by the shifting desert wind.
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I told myself it was over, that whatever was out there would stay behind. But deep down, I knew the truth. Months had passed since Ryan and I left the reservation. I told myself I'd moved on, that the nightmares would fade. But deep down, I knew the truth. Whatever had stalked us in that barren stretch of New Mexico wasn't just some local superstition.
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It was real, and I wasn't done running from it. When the assignment came to pick up my new partner Noah from the airport, I hesitated. The route would take us back through the edges of the reservation, the same place where everything had started, the same place I'd sworn never to go near again. But I couldn't exactly say no, not without explaining why, and who would believe me,
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so i shoved the unease down and hit the road i met noah just as the sun was dipping below the horizon painting the sky in streaks of orange and red he was younger than i expected with an easy smile that made him seem like he had no idea what he was getting into i envied his ignorance Before we left, the supervisor pulled us aside.
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His tone was sharp, the kind of seriousness that makes your stomach drop. You're driving through a dangerous area tonight, he said. No stops. I don't care how badly you need a break. If you have to go, do it now. Noah laughed nervously. I'm fine, really. I'll just hold it. The supervisor's eyes darkened. ''I'm not joking. There are rules out there. You stop, you'll regret it.''
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I didn't say a word. I just climbed into the driver's seat and waited for Noah to settle in. As we pulled onto the highway, I caught the supervisor watching us through the rearview mirror, his face a mask of quiet dread. The first half hour of the drive was uneventful, but the tension in the car was palpable.
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Noah tried to make small talk, asking questions about the job, the area, but I barely heard him. My focus was on the road, on the ever-encroaching darkness. Every shadow felt too long. Every flicker of movement just outside the headlights made my pulse quicken.
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the reservation's boundaries were marked only by a rusted sign that flashed past in the gloom i gripped the wheel tighter as we crossed into the no man's land of empty desert and jagged hills the road stretched on endlessly swallowed by the night about twenty minutes in noah shifted uncomfortably in his seat
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uh hey he said his voice hesitant i think i actually do need to stop my stomach dropped no i said flatly we're not stopping come on man i really need to go he said a nervous laugh creeping into his voice it'll only take a second No, I snapped more forcefully this time. Hold it, we're not stopping here. Noah frowned but didn't argue.
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For another ten minutes he squirmed in silence before finally blurting out, I can't hold it anymore, just pull over please. I hesitated, my knuckles white on the wheel. The road ahead was empty, silent except for the hum of the engine. Against every instinct screaming at me not to, I eased the car to a stop.
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The knocking stopped, replaced by a low, guttural growl. It wasn't like anything I'd heard before. Not an animal, not human, but somewhere in between. Lena clutched my arm. It's playing with us. The next few hours were a blur of terror. The sounds grew louder, more chaotic, scratching at the walls, pounding on the roof, footsteps racing back and forth.
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Fine, I said through gritted teeth, but stay by the car, don't wander, and if I tell you to get in, you get in. Fast. "'Got it,' Noah said, already unbuckling his seatbelt. He hopped out, leaving the door open as he walked a few paces into the darkness. The second he was outside, the air changed. It was subtle at first, a shift in the wind, a sudden stillness.
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The distant hum of insects stopped, replaced by an oppressive, suffocating silence. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the darkness, the headlights casting weak beams into the void." Noah, I called out, my voice tight, hurry up. Almost done, he said, his voice drifting back to me. Then I saw it, movement in the shadows just beyond the reach of the headlights.
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At first it looked like an animal, a large, hunched figure slinking through the scrub. But as it drew closer, its shape shifted. Its limbs stretched unnaturally, its body twisting in ways no living thing should move. The figure stepped into the light, and my blood turned to ice. It was massive, easily seven feet tall, with the head of a wolf but the torso of a man.
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Its glowing amber eyes locked onto me, unblinking. The creature bared its teeth, jagged and too long, its lips pulling back into something that looked like a grin. "'Noah!' I screamed, slamming my hand on the horn. "'Get in the car! Now!' He turned, confused, but froze when he saw the creature. For a second he didn't move. Then, as if breaking out of a trance, he bolted back toward the car.
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The thing lunged, its limbs moving too fast, too erratic. I reached across and yanked Noah into the car, slamming the door shut as the creature's claws raked across the window, leaving deep, jagged grooves. I floored the gas, the tires kicking up gravel as we tore down the road. The creature gave chase, its distorted body loping alongside the car on all fours before rising onto two legs.
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I glanced at the speedometer. seventy eighty ninety miles an hour and it was still there its glowing eyes locked on us its mouth open in that horrific toothy grin noah was screaming clutching the door handle like it might save him what is that thing what is it I don't know, I shouted, my voice cracking. Just don't look at it.
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The air was crisp, the ground damp from the rain the night before. Everything looked normal until I got to the edge of the clearing. Then I found something disturbing.
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The creature slammed into the side of the car, nearly sending us off the road. I gritted my teeth, pushing the car as fast as it would go. For what felt like an eternity, it stayed with us, its shadow flickering in and out of the headlights. And then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it veered off into the darkness, vanishing between the hills. I didn't slow down.
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Not until we were miles away, the safety of city lights finally breaking through the horizon. Noah didn't say a word as we pulled into the parking lot. He stepped out of the car, shaking, and stared at the claw marks on the window. "'What the hell did we just see?' he whispered. "'I didn't answer. I didn't have one.' All I could think about was the supervisor's warning. No stops. You'll regret it.
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And I did. Because even as I stood there, my knees weak, I couldn't drop the feeling that it wasn't over. That those glowing eyes were still out there, waiting for me to slip up again.
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At one point we heard the front door rattle, the knob twisting as if someone were trying to open it. Sam fired a shot out the window and for a moment everything went still. Then it screamed. The sound was inhuman, piercing and guttural, vibrating through my chest like a physical force.
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It came from everywhere at once, surrounding the house, growing louder and louder until I thought my ears would burst. Get away from the windows, Sam shouted. Lena and I scrambled into the hallway, pressing ourselves against the walls. The house felt like it was under siege, the walls groaning under the weight of the relentless assault. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
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The silence was worse somehow, thick and oppressive, as if the house itself was holding its breath. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, there was a loud crash from the kitchen. Something had gotten in. Sam yelled, stay back, and disappeared around the corner, his rifle raised. Lena grabbed my hand, her grip so tight it hurt.
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We stayed frozen in place, listening as Sam moved through the house, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Then we heard it, the growl, low and menacing, followed by the sound of claws scraping against the tile floor. Sam fired once, twice, and then, silence. "'Uncle Sam!' Lena called out, her voice trembling. No response.
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And then, from the shadows of the hallway, we heard it, the sound of something breathing, heavy and ragged. And it wasn't Sam. I don't know how long we stood there, frozen in the hallway, listening to that horrible sound. Each breath it took was labored and wet, like it was savoring every moment before making its next move.' Lena's grip on my arm was vice-like, her nails digging into my skin.
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a circle of broken branches scattered as if something had been lying there in the center was a pile of bones small ones picked clean i knelt down my stomach twisting they looked like rabbit bones but there was something off about the way they were arranged almost like a spiral
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But I didn't care. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. Uncle Sam? Lena whispered again, barely audible. The breathing stopped. The silence was worse. Oppressive. Suffocating. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might give me away. Then slowly, deliberately, the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Heavy. Uneven. Whatever it was. It wasn't walking like a person or an animal.
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I always thought moving to the cabin would be peaceful. You know, the quiet where the loudest thing is the wind in the trees and the occasional crackle of a fire. Grace loved it here. She said the woods felt alive, like they were watching over us. I used to laugh that off, but after what happened, I'm not so sure anymore.
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It was something else entirely. The kitchen light flickered, casting erratic shadows onto the walls, and I could feel Lena trembling beside me. "'What do we do?' she mouthed. I didn't have an answer. Suddenly, the footsteps picked up, faster now, slamming against the floor as if whatever was out there had dropped to all fours. It was heading straight for us."
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Run, I yelled, grabbing Lena and pulling her down the hall. We bolted into the guest room, slamming the door behind us. I pushed a dresser in front of it, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grip the edges. Lena was pacing near the window, her breaths coming in short gasps. It's in the house, she said, her voice cracking. It's in here with us. I didn't respond. I couldn't.
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My eyes were glued to the door, watching the shadows under the frame as they moved, shifting unnaturally. A deep guttural growl came from the other side, low and deliberate, as if it was letting us know it knew exactly where we were. Then came the scratching, slow, deliberate, nails dragging across the wood. The sound made my skin crawl. Stop it, Lena screamed, covering her ears.
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The growling stopped, replaced by something even worse, a voice. It was faint at first, barely a whisper, but unmistakably human. Lena, it hissed, drawing out the name like it was tasting every syllable. Lena froze, her face draining of color. How does it know my name, she whispered. I didn't have an answer. We stayed in the room for what felt like hours, listening to the thing pace outside.
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Every now and then, it would tap on the door or the window, its claws clicking like nails on glass. Lena sat curled up in the corner clutching a blanket to her chest, while I stood guard with a fireplace poker I'd grabbed from the living room earlier. It felt useless, like bringing a knife to a gunfight.
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just when i thought we couldn't take it anymore we heard the sound of tires crunching gravel outside headlights flooded the room and for a brief moment i felt a glimmer of hope it's the elder lena said scrambling to her feet i yanked open the curtains desperate to see someone anyone who could help the elder was standing by his truck his silhouette tall and commanding in the headlights he was holding something in his hand a bundle of sage already smoking
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i brought grace out to see it she didn't seem phased it's a gift she said simply a gift from what she shrugged her gaze drifting toward the ridge the forest i laughed nervously but she didn't she just stood there staring until i finally dragged her back inside that night the thing came closer We were inside, the fire crackling low, when Grace suddenly got up and went to the window. What is it?
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i didn't see the creature at first then it moved a shadow breaking away from the darkness near the fence it was crouched low to the ground its body contorted and wrong and even from inside the house i could hear the low guttural growl that made my stomach twist The elder raised his arm and started chanting, his voice strong and steady.
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He walked slowly toward the house, trailing the smoke behind him, and the creature recoiled. It screamed, a high-pitched, bone-chilling sound that made my ears ring. "'It doesn't like the sage,' Lena said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope. The creature lunged toward the elder, but he stood his ground, chanting louder.
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With a flick of his wrist, he threw a handful of what looked like ash directly at it. The thing let out another scream, stumbling backward, its form shifting unnaturally. For a moment it looked human, too human, before snapping back into its monstrous shape." Stay here, the elder yelled, his voice booming over the creature's wails.
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The elder entered the house, his presence filling the room with a calm but fierce energy. He moved with purpose, setting the sage bundle on a plate and lighting more cedar. The smoke curled upward, filling the room with an earthy sharp scent. It's a skinwalker, he said, glancing at us. Someone sent it here, and it won't leave until we force it out. How do we do that? I asked, my voice shaking.
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He didn't answer right away. Instead, he began sprinkling a mixture of ash and herbs around the room, muttering prayers under his breath. Finally, he turned to us. You'll have to be strong, he said. It feeds on fear. Don't give it what it wants.
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as if on cue the creature slammed against the door the wood groaning under the force the elder didn't flinch he raised his voice his chanting growing louder more forceful the door rattled the growls turning into screams shadows danced along the walls and for a moment It felt like the house itself was alive, breathing with the energy of the ritual.
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Then, as suddenly as it began, everything went still. The elder lowered his arms, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. It's gone, he said, but his tone was cautious. For now. The next morning, the elder walked the property with us, sprinkling more herbs and muttering prayers. Near the fence, he uncovered something buried, a bundle wrapped in cloth. tied with human hair.
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He opened it carefully, revealing a collection of small bones and a piece of jewelry. "'This is the curse,' he said, holding it up. "'Someone sent it here to draw the skinwalker. You were the target.' He handed Lena a small pouch filled with herbs. "'Keep this with you at all times,' he said. "'And stay away from whoever gave you this.' Lena's face went pale as she stared at the bundle."
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I think I know who it was, she whispered. I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. As we drove away from the property later that day, I glanced in the rearview mirror. The fence line was empty, but I got the feeling we were still a target. And when the elder's words echoed in my mind, stay away from whoever gave you this. I don't know what to do. The desert has a strange way of quieting sound.
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Even though my cousins were laughing in the other room and the hum of the fridge buzzed softly, the quiet outside was unnerving. It wasn't just silence. It was the kind of stillness that felt alive, like the desert was tense.
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i had just arrived that afternoon bag still half unpacked in the corner of my cousin's tiny room the adobe house was cozy with its low ceilings and warm earthy walls but it felt like it was barely holding back the wilderness outside
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that night after a long day at the fall festival my family crowded around the dining table swapping stories about people we hadn't seen in years and who was marrying who it was the kind of harmless gossip that made the place feel alive Somewhere in the middle of it all, I asked the question. I didn't plan to. It just slipped out, casual and stupid. So does anyone actually believe in skinwalkers?
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The room shifted. You wouldn't think a handful of words could drain the air from a space, but it did. Conversations sputtered, smiles faded. My grandmother... who had been stirring her tea, froze mid-motion. The spoon clinked against the cup as she set it down, her face pinched tight. You shouldn't speak of such things, she said, her voice sharp and firm like the crack of a stick snapping.
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I asked, already dreading the answer. She didn't reply at first, just pressed her hand against the glass. Finally, she said, it's here. My chest tightened. I grabbed the flashlight and stepped onto the porch. The air was freezing, my breath coming out in clouds. And there it was. It stood at the edge of the clearing, upright now, its pale body stretched and gaunt.
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That wasn't the reaction I expected. My cousins exchanged uneasy glances, and even my uncle, who could usually laugh off anything, looked like he wanted to bolt out of his chair. What? Why? I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but the words wavered. My grandmother's eyes darted to the windows. You just don't. Not here. Not at night.
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For a moment, no one said anything, the tension hanging like the desert heat before a storm. Then my uncle cleared his throat. He wasn't looking at me when he spoke. I've heard them, he said, his voice quieter than I'd ever heard it. Few weeks ago, out by my sheep pen... screaming like a woman in pain, but it wasn't no woman. He didn't elaborate, and no one asked him to.
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I wanted to press for more. My curiosity practically screamed for it, but I could feel the weight of the room crushing down on me. My grandmother stood up abruptly, mumbling something about needing to check the windows. That was it. Conversation over. No one wanted to say another word. Later that night, I couldn't sleep.
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I lay on the lumpy mattress in my cousin's room, staring at the wooden beams above me, listening to the creaks of the old house settling. The window was cracked open to let in the cool night air, but it did nothing to calm me. My uncle's words played on a loop in my head, screaming like a woman, but it wasn't no woman. The wind picked up, whistling through the cracks of the old adobe.
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The soft rustle of mesquite branches brushing against the side of the house almost made me relax. Almost. Then I heard it. It started faint, just a low drag, like someone pulling a bag of rocks across gravel. I held my breath, convincing myself it was nothing. A stray dog or a loose tarp blowing in the wind. But it came again, closer this time. Drag. Stop. Drag. Stop.
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I sat up slowly, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. The room was pitch black, except for the pale glow of the moon slipping through the curtains. My cousin was still asleep, her breath steady and oblivious. I tiptoed to the window and peered out.
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at first i saw nothing just the yard bathed in silvery light the old truck sat rusting in its usual spot and the ground was littered with scattered brush and a few broken-down tools but then something moved near the truck I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the faint light, and my stomach dropped. It looked like a dog, but wrong.
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Its limbs were too long, its fur matted and patchy like it had been pulled from a sewer. The way it moved wasn't natural, jerky and deliberate, like it didn't quite know how to walk on four legs. Then it stopped, raising its head to look directly at me. The eyes. God, those eyes. They glowed a sickly yellow like burning sulfur and they didn't blink. My knees locked and I couldn't look away.
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It tilted its head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. Then it opened its mouth and the sound it made was like nails scraping across metal. A growl that wasn't quite animal, wasn't quite human. I stumbled back from the window, nearly tripping over a pair of shoes. My breath came in shallow gasps, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
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I wanted to wake my cousin, but my legs wouldn't move. The dragging sound started again, closer. This time it was coming toward the house. I pressed myself against the wall, staring at the window, terrified of what I might see next. The sound stopped just below the sill, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then came the scratching.
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Slow, deliberate, as if whatever it was wanted me to know it was there. I bolted, straight to my cousin, shaking her awake, my words tumbling out in panicked whispers.
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Its limbs were too long, its hands dangling near its knees. It didn't move, didn't breathe, just stood there, watching me. I shined the flashlight on it, and it flinched, its head snapping to the side like it was trying to avoid the light. Then it dropped to all fours and skittered back into the woods, disappearing into the dark.
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there's something outside i saw it it's right outside she sat up groggily annoyed at first but her expression changed when the scratching came again louder this time her face went pale we need to wake everyone she whispered as we crept toward the hallway the stench hit like rotting meat left to bake in the sun it was so thick i gagged covering my nose whatever this thing was it wasn't just an animal
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I didn't know what it was, but I knew it wasn't here by accident. It was hunting. And it had seen me. The scratching didn't stop. Each drag of its claws on the door sent shivers down my spine, a slow, deliberate sound that seemed to mock us. My cousin and I were frozen in the dark hallway, too scared to move, too scared to breathe.
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The smell of rot still hung in the air, thicker now, like it was seeping through the cracks in the adobe walls. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but my mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding so loud I was sure it could hear me. My cousin grabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my skin. "'What do we do?'
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she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my own panicked breathing." We wake everyone, I said, though my voice trembled so much I wasn't sure it even sounded like me. We crept down the hall, the old wooden floorboards creaking beneath our bare feet. The scratching stopped, and I froze mid-step. The silence was worse than the noise.
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I strained my ears trying to hear anything over the blood rushing in my head. And then it started again, this time on the side of the house, just beneath the window we had been looking out of earlier.
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i almost screamed but my cousin yanked me forward we reached my aunt and uncle's room first shoving the door open without knocking my uncle sat up immediately his face groggy but alarmed what's going on he asked his voice low but stern There's something outside, I blurted, my voice shaking. It was scratching at the door and now it's, it's moving around the house.
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My aunt sat up now too, wide-eyed. What do you mean, what kind of something? Before I could answer, we heard it again, a faint thud, like something heavy hitting the wall. My uncle's face went pale, and he threw off the blanket, grabbing a flashlight from the nightstand. Wake the others, he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
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Minutes later, we were all gathered in the living room, my grandparents, my parents, my cousins, and me. The room felt too small, the air thick with fear, and the rancid smell of decay that refused to dissipate. My grandmother was clutching a small pouch of ash, muttering prayers under her breath in Navajo.
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my grandfather stood by the door rifle in hand his jaw set tight it's probably just a stray dog my dad said though he didn't sound convinced he peeked out the front window careful not to get too close to the glass maybe a coyote it's not a dog i said louder than i intended Everyone turned to look at me, and I felt my face flush. I saw it. It's... wrong. It's not natural.
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My grandfather's expression darkened. He glanced at my grandmother, who was still praying, and then back at me. You looked at it? He asked, his voice sharp. I didn't mean to, I stammered. I just... I thought it was a dog at first, but it wasn't. It had these eyes... Glowing yellow green and it it was looking right at me My grandmother gasped her hands trembling. You never look at them.
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When I turned back to the house, Grace was still at the window, smiling. "'It doesn't want to hurt us,' she said, her voice soft. "'It just wants to watch.' That was the first time I felt truly afraid, not of the thing, but of her. It started with Grace spending more time on the porch. She'd always liked being outside, but this was different.
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She said her voice barely above a whisper Now it knows you her words sent a chill through me But before I could respond the scratching started again this time louder more aggressive It was coming from the front door The room went deadly quiet Everyone was staring at the door, the sound filling the space, dragging against our nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
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My grandfather stepped forward, raising his rifle. Stay back, he ordered, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. The scratching stopped again, replaced by something worse. A low, guttural whisper. It wasn't loud, but it was unmistakable, like words spoken in a language I couldn't understand. The sound seemed to vibrate in the air, crawling into my ears and burrowing into my brain.
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My stomach churned, and I pressed my hands over my ears, but it didn't help. "'What's it saying?' my cousin whispered, her face pale as a sheet. "'Don't listen to it!' my grandmother snapped, her voice fierce." She threw a handful of ash toward the door and began chanting louder. The whispering stopped abruptly, as if cut off mid-sentence. Then came the thud.
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Something slammed into the door with such force that the whole house seemed to shake. My little cousin screamed, and my aunt pulled her close, covering her ears. My grandfather raised his rifle, his hands steady despite his age. "'Open it,' he said to my dad. "'What?' my mom hissed. "'Are you insane?' "'We can't let it think we're scared,' my grandfather replied. "'Show it we're ready to fight.'
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My dad hesitated, but the thudding came again, louder this time. He muttered a curse under his breath and grabbed the doorknob, his knuckles white.
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he flung the door open in one swift motion and my grandfather stepped forward aiming the rifle into the night but there was nothing there the porch light illuminated the yard the ground scattered with dust and brush the truck sat where it always had and the surrounding desert stretched out empty and quiet but the smell lingered and it was stronger now so strong it made my eyes water my grandfather stepped outside scanning the darkness with his flashlight
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It's still here, he muttered. I can feel it. That's when we heard it, a sound that made every hair on my body stand on end. A laugh, high-pitched and distorted like a coyote imitating a human. It echoed from somewhere in the darkness, and I could swear it was coming from every direction at once. My grandfather fired a shot into the night.
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The sound rang out, deafening in the stillness, but the laugh didn't stop. It only grew louder, more twisted, until it dissolved into a scream that made my blood run cold. "'Get back inside!' my grandmother yelled, pulling my grandfather by the arm. He hesitated, his eyes scanning the desert one last time before stepping back into the house."
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My dad slammed the door shut, and my grandmother began sprinkling ash along the windows and doorframe, her prayers fast and urgent. We stayed in the living room for the rest of the night, huddled together like children scared of the dark. The whispering didn't return, and the scratching stopped, but none of us could shake the feeling that we were being watched.
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She wasn't enjoying the fresh air or taking in the scenery. She was watching, waiting." Every morning she'd step outside barefoot, no matter how cold it was, and stare toward the ridge. At first, I told myself it was harmless. Grace had always been a little more connected to the natural world than me. And if she wanted to commune with the trees, who was I to stop her?
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every creak of the house made us jump and every shadow seemed to move when dawn finally broke it brought little relief the desert looked the same but it felt different like something had shifted something we couldn't see My grandfather stood by the door, staring out at the horizon, his rifle still in his hands. "'It'll be back,' he said quietly. And somehow, I knew he was right.
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The morning light did nothing to ease the tension. It only made the fear feel sharper, more real. The shadows that had hidden in the night were gone, but the memory of those sounds, the scratching, the whispers, that unholy laughter, clung to the walls of the house like smoke." We were all still gathered in the living room, no one brave enough to drift far from the group.
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My grandmother sat by the window, clutching her pouch of ash, her lips moving silently in prayer. My grandfather hadn't slept. He stood by the door, his rifle cradled in his arms, staring out into the open desert as if daring it to try something in broad daylight. I hadn't slept either. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it, those glowing yellow-green eyes, the way it moved, that horrible laugh.
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I kept thinking about what my grandmother had said the night before, now it knows you. We decided to go outside together, strength in numbers. The smell of rot still lingered in the air, weaker now but enough to make my stomach churn. The yard looked normal at first, just dirt, scattered brush, and the old truck. But then my uncle noticed the door.
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Deep, jagged claw marks ran across the wood in long, uneven streaks. The scratches were so deep they had splintered the surface. My dad swore under his breath, running his hand over the marks. That's no dog, he muttered.
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no kidding i said unable to keep the tremor out of my voice but the door wasn't the only thing around the base of the house in the dirt were tracks big enough to look human but wrong the shape was off with long narrow toes that ended in claw-like indentations They circled the house, stopping at the windows and the door.
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It had been watching us, moving from one side of the house to the other as we huddled inside. I felt my stomach drop, a cold wave of dread washing over me. Then my cousin found the fur. It was caught on the edge of the old truck's bumper, a tuft of mangy, matted hair. She picked it up with a stick, holding it at arm's length. The smell was unbearable, a rancid stench that made us gag.
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It was coarse and wiry, stained with something dark and sticky. My uncle told her to drop it and immediately started covering it with dirt. By midday, my grandmother insisted on calling a neighbor, a medicine man who had helped our family before. He arrived within an hour, an older man with a weathered face and sharp, knowing eyes.
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He didn't ask many questions, just nodded solemnly as we explained what had happened. It saw you, he said, his voice heavy. He looked directly at me, and I felt like he could see straight through me. Once it sees you, it knows you. That's how it works. What do we do? I asked, my voice breaking. I hated how small I sounded, but I couldn't help it.
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We drive it out, he said simply, but it's not easy. These things don't like to let go. He set to work immediately, gathering cedar and ash and creating a mixture he sprinkled around the house. He chanted as he worked, his voice low and rhythmic, a language I couldn't understand but felt deep in my chest.
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But then she started talking about it. I see it every day now, she told me one afternoon while I was stacking firewood. She was sitting cross-legged on the porch, her hair pulled back in a messy bun, her eyes locked on the tree line. I stopped mid-swing. You see what? The watcher, she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It comes closer every time.
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He marked the doors and windows with the ash, creating patterns that he said would block the creature from returning. As the blessing continued, I wandered toward the edge of the yard, drawn to the vast emptiness of the desert. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the brush. I stared at the horizon, searching for something I couldn't name, when I felt it again.
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That prickling sensation, like I was being watched. I turned sharply, my eyes scanning the landscape. At first I saw nothing, just the endless stretch of dirt and rock. But then, far off in the distance, I saw movement. A figure, low to the ground, darting between the sparse bushes. My breath caught in my throat.
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It was fast, too fast to be anything normal, and the way it moved, jerky, unnatural, made my skin crawl. I backed up slowly, my heart racing. Grandpa, I called, my voice barely above a whisper. He was by my side in an instant, his rifle in hand. What is it? he asked. I pointed but the figure was gone. "'I saw it,' I said, my voice trembling. "'It's still out there.' He didn't doubt me.
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He just scanned the horizon, his grip tightening on the rifle. "'Get back to the house,' he said, his voice calm but firm. The medicine man finished the blessing just as the sun dipped below the horizon." He warned us to stay inside for the night and to keep the windows shut no matter what we heard. It may test the barrier, he said, but it won't get through, not if you don't invite it in.
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His words didn't make me feel any better. As darkness fell, the house seemed smaller, the walls thinner. The wind picked up, howling through the cracks like a distant scream. I sat by the window, staring out into the night.
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every shadow and flicker of movement making my heart skip at some point i must have fallen asleep because i woke to a sound that made my blood run cold a faint knocking at the window soft but deliberate my grandmother's words echoed in my head it knows you i didn't move i didn't breathe the knocking stopped replaced by the low guttural whispering i had heard the night before it was outside just beyond the thin glass speaking in that horrible inhuman voice
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I wanted to scream, to run, but I couldn't. All I could do was sit there, frozen, as it whispered my name. The blessing held. It didn't get in. But that night, as I lay in bed, I knew this wasn't over. It wasn't just something I'd seen. It wasn't just something that happened. It had seen me, and I didn't think it would ever forget. I've lived in Southern California my entire life.
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If you know anything about California, you'll know it's very diverse. Up north, it's filled with mountains and trees, while down south it's much more city-like. This summer, I decided to take a trip to Lake Tahoe. It's a beautiful place, and it was my first time being upstate. I'm going to chop this story up into segments to make it an easy read. Day 1. I settled into the cabin at around 5pm.
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After an 8 hour drive, I was very tired. I went and lay down in the bed in the loft. It was quiet, like being in a different world. I was so used to cars zooming by and people talking right outside my house. But here, it was silent. I fell asleep fairly quickly. About 4 hours later, I jerked awake. I looked around for a bit before hearing a strange tapping sound.
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I tried to figure out where it was coming from, but to no avail. It sounded as if someone was tapping on the window of the back door. I figured I was just paranoid and fell back asleep. Day 2 Nothing happened this day and I slept fine. Day 3 Early morning I woke up very early, maybe around 4am.
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I set the axe down, my stomach tightening. Grace, this isn't funny. She turned to me, her face calm, serene even. I'm not joking. It doesn't want to hurt us. It's curious, that's all. Curious, sure. Because that's exactly how I'd describe something that crawls on all fours like a broken marionette. That night, I woke up to find Grace's side of the bed empty.
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I heard a crash coming from the attic ladder, which was conveniently placed right behind the couch I was sleeping on. I didn't move. Then I heard a few footsteps. You know that feeling when you sense someone staring at you. That's exactly how I felt. I was on my side, staring straight ahead. Suddenly I felt somebody, or something, crawl over me.
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I felt two hands on either side of me and I could tell their face was just inches away from mine. Like I said, I was facing straight ahead and I wasn't about to turn my head to see who, or what, it was. It felt like they stayed there forever before finally crawling backward and off the couch. I heard the dog let out a muffled bark and then someone shushed her with a quiet, good girl.
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The presence lingered for what felt like an eternity until I heard footsteps going out the back door. Still, I didn't move. I was paralyzed with fear. Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep. Later, when I felt it was safe, I checked on my friends. None of them had left their rooms that night. When I told them what happened, they said I was just being paranoid.
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I half agreed, and we went on with our day as planned. Day 3. Later that day. After a day at the lake with my friends, we returned to a quiet, cozy cabin. The caretakers told us there was a river a bit farther into the woods, about a 15-minute walk. My friends decided to stay behind and rest, so I took some bug spray, a small backpack with snacks, and my phone, and headed out.
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The trail was pretty straightforward. Tall grass flanked either side, and the path itself was thin but easy to follow. I reached the riverbank where there were two picnic tables. I didn't want to get eaten alive by mosquitoes, but I'd stupidly worn sandals. I dropped my bag on one of the tables and started back toward the cabin. For some odd reason, the path suddenly seemed distorted.
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What was once a smooth trail was now rough and uneven. I noticed the tall grass on the side of the path had been flattened, as if something huge, and I mean gigantic, had passed through it. At first, I suspected a bear, since the locals warned us they could be a problem this time of year, but the sheer size of whatever caused it made me second-guess that.
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I was startled, but kept going until I made it back to the cabin, and then I returned to the river again. By now, I was a little frightened.
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i kept telling myself i was just overreacting and should try to enjoy nature i sat at one of the tables and watched the river for a while that's when i started to feel like something was watching me i looked around assuming one of my friends was trying to prank me but there was no one Across the river, I noticed some disturbed brush.
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It opened into a small clearing, blocked off by two logs in an X shape. The longer I sat there, the more uneasy I became. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was hidden behind that thick brush. Hoping to find some sign of life, I moved down to the river's edge. But there was nothing. No fish. No frogs. No roads. Just mosquitoes. A whole swarm of them.
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disappointed i went back to the table that's when i heard it a sound i can't accurately describe like a scream mixed with a gurgle as if whatever was making the noise had a mouthful of water it was inhuman i froze i should have run for my life but i just stood there i heard rustling in the bushes behind me
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Yes, the same bushes I'd been worrying about earlier, and then that scream again, even louder this time. It was the loudest sound I've ever heard. Run. So I did. I sprinted through the forest, but what should have been a quick run back to the cabin turned into anything but. After about ten minutes of full-on sprinting, I realized I was lost.
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At first, I thought she'd gone to the bathroom or maybe downstairs for a drink of water. But when I didn't hear any movement, I got up to check. The house was silent, the kind of silence that presses on your ears. The door to the porch was wide open, letting in a freezing draft. My heart dropped. I grabbed a flashlight and stepped outside. The moon was high, casting long shadows over the clearing.
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I stopped for a moment, panicking, to see if anything looked familiar. Finally, I spotted a bridge I remembered crossing on my way there. I started running toward it, wondering why that thing hadn't just attacked me when I first froze. That thought haunted me. I could hear it chasing me. It felt like a twisted game. Every time I stopped, it stopped too. Eventually, I made it back to my cabin.
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Instead of going inside, I stood on the porch facing the forest and cried. I couldn't see anything unusual out there, but I knew it was there. I didn't want to turn my back on it, so I stayed on the porch for hours, silently crying, checking my phone occasionally, and writing all of this down. I still don't know what that thing was. The only creature I can compare it to is a wendigo or skinwalker.
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all i know is that i will never go back to that river again if anyone has insight into what or who might have been out there i'd appreciate it these past two days have been too strange not to be connected edit last day of the trip we burned some sage before heading to bed that night Brett came to me around 4am and said he couldn't sleep.
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We watched TV for a while before hearing tapping on the back window again. It lasted a few seconds at a time, almost in intervals, if that makes sense. Brett managed to record a video. We decided not to investigate because, frankly, we were scared out of our minds. After about 10 minutes, the tapping stopped.
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Brett and I took turns sleeping and nothing else happened that night until we were both woken by loud banging on the shed out back. When we went to check it out, no one was there. I'm leaving in two hours. I can't wait to get back to city life and leave all this weirdness behind. Thank you for all your support and guidance over these past few days. I really appreciate it and wish you all the best.
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I think my friend and I are being followed by a skinwalker. This started a few days ago. I don't know what we did, but ever since about three days ago, we've been noticing very odd things. Our truck started smelling like sulfur and rotten meat, and our trailer, which is very clean, smells like rotten meat as well. We don't have any meat here, we checked.
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We hear scratching at night while we're trying to sleep, as well as knocking. But that doesn't make sense because we are in the middle of nowhere in Utah, with no towns for at least 20 miles. There is also a Native American reservation literally 200 feet from our property. We decided to go looking for it last night. We walked about two miles from our truck and started to smell sulfur.
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Then we both saw a six or seven foot tall silhouette running toward us. We ran right back to the truck, but it wouldn't start. Pretty cliche, I know. I got out, went to the toolbox on the side, grabbed a wrench, and started taking off the intake. I sprayed some ether in and put the intake back on, and it fired up. Needless to say, we peeled out of there.
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We were doing about 53 miles per hour heading back to our trailer when I looked back and saw that thing still behind us and keeping up. I told my buddy to punch it because it was right behind us. He floored it, but it wouldn't go any faster. It can usually do around 70-80, but it wouldn't go past 55. It's a Ford 6.9 IDI with a turbo kit, in case anyone was wondering.
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We eventually made it the mile or so back to our trailer, shut the truck off, and ran inside as fast as we could. We locked the door and covered all the windows with blankets. As soon as I got the last blanket up, there was something tugging at our door and trying to open it, so I went and held the door shut. Then, out of nowhere, the lock started to unlock itself.
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I tied it in the locked position with a bootlace, grabbed a hammer, it's all I had to defend myself, and waited. About a minute later, I got a text from a girl I'm interested in, but who never texts me back, saying that she's in trouble and needs us to come get her right now. I asked what was going on, and she said she was getting kicked out of the house.
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So I got ready to go because this was my only chance with her. I asked if she had money for diesel, and she asked me why. I told her we were coming to get her, and she then said, "'Why would I want to see you? We haven't talked in months. Um, what, you just texted me three minutes ago.' So I decided it was probably in our best interest to stay inside that night.
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Grace, I called, my voice shaky. No answer. I followed the faint tracks in the snow, my breath coming out in short, panicked bursts. They led toward the woods. Grace, I shouted again, louder this time. Finally, I saw her. She was standing just inside the tree line, her back to me, staring at something I couldn't see. Grace, I yelled, running to her. What the hell are you doing?
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I started hearing my name being called from outside by vaguely familiar voices, but I couldn't quite place them. I never looked outside last night for fear that this thing was just outside the door." I put salt around the door because someone told me that would help, and nothing got in last night, so it must have worked.
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Now it's morning, and there's almost no sign that anything happened last night. No scratch marks on the trailer, no dents, no footprints or paw prints, nothing. So here I am writing this and hoping someone believes me because I need help. I don't know how to get rid of this thing. If you read this far, I just want to say thank you, and I will have another update tonight.
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To clarify, this post is not me trying to seek attention. I'm just saying I'm scared to death and don't know what to do. There are people saying that it's fake, but I'm just explaining the events that happened and asking for help. I appreciate those of you who are trying to help me and keep me safe.
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Unfortunately, I cannot leave my property since I have nowhere else to go, but I am taking the necessary precautions to stay safe. I'm going to the gas station soon to buy salt to make a barrier around my trailer. Thanks for the help, y'all. Again, feel free to downvote my post if you like. All I need is help. I understand the skepticism, I really do, as I didn't think it was real either.
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The thing that really shook me was when the door started to shake and began to unlock. Thanks for reading. Edit 2 Another thing I forgot to mention is that my flashlight did flicker on and off a few times. I don't know if that's paranormal or just the battery dying, but I thought I should mention it. Edit 3, day 4. It's now night time, and I haven't experienced anything yet today.
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I plan on keeping a log of everything that happens. The reason it says day 4 is because this whole thing started about 4 days ago. Even though it's dark, I really want to capture some video for everyone, and that's what I'll be doing. I'm not going to try to piss it off, but I am going to record. Not sure how I'll upload it yet, but I'll find a way and be back with an update.
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Thanks again to everyone who is genuinely trying to help me. Ever since I followed your advice, I've had fewer experiences, but that could just be because it was daytime. Also, side note. I went to the reservation today, but no luck. My buddy and I asked everyone who drove by where the tribe is, and nobody knew. We might have to try again tomorrow.
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I wish I could just call them, but I don't know where to find their number. I'll be back with an update in a couple of hours, hopefully. I listened to everyone's advice and made a salt barrier. There are also a lot of people saying that it's a demon, not a skinwalker, so I've been researching demons. I found one very helpful point.
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The ridge loomed behind the cabin like a wall, the trees stretched thin and tall against the sky. It was beautiful during the day, but at night it was something else entirely. The way the shadows moved, the faint rustle of branches. It was too still, too quiet. I'd chalked it up to my imagination, at least until that night on the porch.
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If you don't give it the power to mess with you, you won't get messed with. So I did exactly that last night. I didn't focus on it. In fact, y'all told me to pray, so I prayed. I didn't hear any knocking or scratching last night. No light flickering, nothing. Thank you to everyone who has helped me fight off this entity, whatever it is.
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You guys don't understand how much you helped me stay calm and fight it off. Also, if I do have any more experiences, I will try to record it and communicate with it using an EVP app. Not sure if the app works, but I might as well try. Thanks again y'all, I'll be back with an update later. Edit 5, and most likely final update. No new occurrences.
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I still haven't gotten any help from the reservation, but nothing has happened in the last couple of days. We also got a dog, and it hasn't acted weird at all these last couple of days. I think that whatever was bothering us is gone for good. I just want to say, I'm so so glad I had y'all to help me through this, and keep me calm. I may or may not post more updates, depending on what happens next.
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She didn't turn around. Her breath fogged in the cold air, slow and steady, like she wasn't freezing her ass off in nothing but a sweater and pajama pants. Do you hear it? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I grabbed her arm and spun her around. Hear what? What are you talking about? She smiled faintly, her eyes distant. It's singing. A chill ran down my back.
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I must preface this with a few things. This encounter is second-hand, but it was told to me on multiple occasions by the person who experienced it. I am a natural skeptic and cynic, so I can't say I 100% believe it. However, his telling of the story was simple yet concise, and it never varied between retellings.
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I've known him for many years, and his advice and input on just about everything are well-reasoned and always helpful, so I'll take his word for it, even if with a grain of salt. Also, keep in mind I am not a seasoned writer. My past and present tenses may get a little jumbled, but I'll keep it as clear and accurate as I can. Now, let's get down to business.
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My friend, we'll call him Marv, likes to go solitary camping on occasion to be one with nature and experience everything that goes along with that. He's also an avid gun collector and enthusiast. I don't remember exactly when he said this took place, but it was a few years back when he decided to go camping on a whim.
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He packed his gear and a few guns, a hunting rifle and a .45 sidearm specifically. and headed out into the country onto a vast swath of property owned by a friend of his he had full permission and the works this happened near the kisatchi national forest in south central louisiana i won't be any more specific than that suffice it to say it's miles and miles of forest and wilderness
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He liked to hike in pretty deep and camp at a specific spot he had found on a few previous trips. These details are sparse, as they're not really the meat and potatoes of this encounter. After making his way in, he set up camp in his usual small clearing for the night. Skipping ahead a few hours, it was late afternoon, when he heard leaves crunching and twigs snapping.
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He assumed it was an animal at first and got up from cooking something on the fire to take a look. He gazed in the direction of the noise and saw a man approaching through the trees. Still a good many yards away, Marv has described his etiquette for dealing with people in very remote places as always being cautious because more often than not, the people he comes across are armed, just like him.
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He tries to stay friendly while keeping his guard up. always on the lookout for ulterior motives, because you never know what some folks are up to in the middle of nowhere. He'll make small talk with them, find out generally what they're doing if he can, and occasionally share a meal. He's never really met anyone nefarious until this situation, and maybe one other, but that's a whole other ordeal.
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One thing that set off small alarm bells for him was that he knew he was the only one with permission to be on this property. Secondly, the guy was not dressed for this location at all. He said the man was wearing a white t-shirt, short blue jogging shorts, and white socks and sneakers.
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keep in mind marve was miles out in the middle of the woods away from any paths roads houses or anything else nobody would casually stroll into that location dressed like that unless they were lost or confused it was early fall but not quite cool very normal for louisiana So there were tons of mosquitoes, ticks, and other insects aplenty.
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You wouldn't want most of your skin exposed if you could help it, especially deep in the woods. I know that all too well from personal experience. Marv assumed something might be off and called out, Hey there, do you need help or something? Loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard. The man kept walking forward, staring directly at him.
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Marv started to feel uneasy, which is unusual for him because he's typically cool as a cucumber in tense situations. As the man kept closing the distance, Marv stood up and said loudly, Hey man, can I help you with something or what? The guy was now about 15 to 20 feet away from Marv, standing at the edge of the clearing and the forest. Looking Marv dead in the eye, the man spoke clearly, Help me.
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Marv said he was already starting to get worried at this point because the way the man said it made it seem like something that didn't quite know how to talk. At least, that was his first impression. It didn't sound right. The man, still unmoving, said, help me, again. Slightly more emphatic, but only slightly louder. Marv said that's when he picked up on what was really wrong.
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We're going inside, I said, pulling her back toward the cabin. She didn't resist, but as we walked, she kept glancing over her shoulder like she was leaving something important behind.
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He noticed the timbre of the voice was more feminine and actually sounded like a recording being played back. The man's lip and mouth movements weren't matching the words. It was as if he was just opening his mouth, emitting the phrase, then closing it again. Marv asked, what do you need help with? not daring to back up or move at all.
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The man, still standing motionless, still looking directly at Marv, said, Help me, again, and repeated the phrase another three times slowly, but not any louder. Now, completely unsure of what the hell was going on, Marv interrupted him by barking, All right, you need to go now, unless you actually need my help. He continued, loud and firm, Do you need my help or not? The man didn't miss a beat.
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He started up with the help me again and made as if to take another step toward Marv. Marv told me he did the only thing that made sense in that moment. He drew his .45 semi-auto pistol and pointed it at the man, telling him again, you need to go, I don't care what you want.
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The man grew more animated and agitated, actually starting to say the phrase louder and louder, but he neither stepped closer nor backed away. Marv did what he thought was right, given his predicament. Assuming he was dealing with an unstable or potentially dangerous individual, he discharged a round into the ground in front of the man. Here's where it gets fully absolutely crazy. I'm not kidding.
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The man stopped uttering the phrase, went silent, and while still staring at Marv, did a full backflip somersault, the kind gymnasts do, backward into the woods, disappearing immediately from sight. Yes, you read that right. I know what you're thinking because I had, and still have, the same reaction. That sounds like bullcrap.
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the next day she acted like nothing had happened she hummed to herself while making breakfast joked about how i needed to chop wood faster and didn't mention the previous night at all something was wrong that afternoon while she was outside i found something near the edge of the clearing a bundle of sticks tied together with twine sitting on top of a patch of disturbed snow at first i thought it was just some weird debris
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But Marv gave no indication of lying and told me this story multiple times, every time in a dead serious manner. Marv said the man backflipped away effortlessly, as if pulled by an unseen tensioned coil. He described it as completely unnatural and totally out of place.
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The man had just appeared, repeated the same phrase over and over, and became almost frantic before Marv fired at the ground in front of him, causing him, or it, to flee. Marv stood there, focused on the spot in the forest where the man had vanished. He saw and heard no further movement. It was as if the guy had never been there at all.
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He stayed like that as the sun began to set, and the normal night noises crept in. As I mentioned before, Marv is pretty unshakable, and actually stayed in the area for the rest of that night and the next, with no further incident. When he told me and some other friends about this, of course we had many questions. We asked him to elaborate on the man's speech.
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He said the more he thought about it afterward, the more sure he was that it was definitely a female voice coming from the man. It was like he or it had heard someone say, help me, and was mimicking it like a parrot or some other talking bird, almost like a lure. He doesn't know what it wanted. It didn't give any indication that it wanted Marv to follow or do anything else.
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it reacted immediately to the gunshot and you know what followed marv has been back to the property since with no other strange occurrences the only other small detail i can think of is that during the early morning of that first night he remembered hearing what sounded like a gunshot in the distance it sounded eerily similar to his forty-five
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He thought he might have heard it again on his hike back out. Of course, there are people who hunt in the area, so it could have just been that. He couldn't be sure.
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Since this incident, and one other, which happened in a completely different location, Marv has done some online research of the whole Kasachi area and found many legends, stories, and supposed encounters dealing with skinwalkers and other unnerving bits of Native American folklore in the region. not to mention mimics and other similar supposed creatures.
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A lot of his encounter lines up with these tales. There's nothing tangible to prove it, of course, but even as a skeptic, it makes me wonder about strange things in remote and untouched areas of our world that can't be explained. The mornings here are quiet, usually very quiet. Silence that stretches, yawns, and swallows sound whole.
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No birds, no wind, just the soft creak of the cabin settling in the cool September air. That morning wasn't any different, at least not at first. Bo was scratching at the door like usual, his way of saying, walk now or deal with me later.
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i grabbed his leash threw on my boots and stepped outside the air was sharp crisp enough to wake me up faster than coffee we started our walk along the edge of the property where the pines press in on one side and the wheat-field sprawls out on the other Bo always loved this route, nose to the ground, tail wagging like he was on the trail of something big. But today, he was different.
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His nose stayed up, ears twitching at every rustle in the field. His steps weren't playful. They were cautious, deliberate. It put me on edge, even if I didn't want to admit it. The wheat was high that year, taller than me in some spots. I hated it.
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couldn't see a damn thing past the first couple rows and it always felt like something was just out of sight watching bo stopped his body stiff his growl started low the kind that made your stomach nod up the kind that said we're not alone Coyotes probably, I muttered, trying to convince myself as much as him. But coyotes didn't usually make Bo act like this.
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He pulled at the leash, digging his paws into the dirt like he wanted to drag me straight into the wheat. Knock it off, Bo, I said, yanking him back. His growl turned into a bark, sharp and urgent. Then I heard it, a soft whimper, high-pitched, like a puppy crying out for help. It came from the wheat. I froze. There weren't any dogs around here that I knew of, no neighbors for miles.
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but then i noticed the hair tangled in the twine long dark strands that looked exactly like grace's i showed it to her when she came back inside do you know anything about this i asked holding it up her eyes lit up and she reached for it it's a gift she said cradling it like it was something precious "'A gift from what?' I demanded. She shrugged, still smiling. "'The forest.'
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The sound came again, closer this time. Probably some stray, I said, though it sounded more like a question. I took a step forward, and Bo went wild, barking and pulling harder than ever. All right, all right, I said, backing up. We're going. But as I turned to leave, the whimper changed. It stretched, warbled, like a record spinning too slow.
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and then it was something else entirely a growl deep and guttural vibrating through my chest beau lunged at the wheat his leash cutting into my hand beau stop i shouted my voice cracking the wheat rustled a heavy sound like something big was moving through it not a dog not a coyote something bigger
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i gripped bo's leash tighter and pulled practically dragging him back toward the cabin the growl followed us growing louder sharper and then it shifted again this time it sounded human a scream tore through the air raw and ragged like someone was being ripped apart my feet moved faster than my brain could process
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dragging Bo along as he barked and howled like he was trying to fight whatever was in that wheat. We reached the edge of the yard, and I glanced back just once. The wheat was still again, perfectly still, like nothing had ever been there. Bo stopped barking but kept growling, his eyes locked on the field. I didn't wait to see if anything came out.
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Inside the cabin, I locked the door and leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing. Bo paced in front of the window, still growling low. I grabbed the curtain and yanked it shut. No way was I looking out there again. That scream, though, it stuck. It didn't sound like an animal, didn't sound like a person either. It sounded... wrong.
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Like something trying to sound human and not quite getting it. that night as i sat at the kitchen table beau curled up at my feet i thought about the field about how still it had looked after all that noise i almost convinced myself it was nothing just my imagination running wild just a stray dog or coyote then came the tapping on the window
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light at first like a bird brushing against the glass, then heavier, deliberate. I didn't move. Bo's head shot up, his ears twitching. He growled low, a sound so deep it rumbled through the floorboards. The tapping stopped. I sat there, every muscle locked up, staring at the curtain like it was going to be ripped off at any second. But nothing happened.
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The cabin stayed quiet, except for Bo's growl and the faint sound of wind whispering through the wheat. I didn't sleep that night, not even a little. I spent the morning cleaning up the scratches on my front door. Long, jagged marks that ran deep into the wood, like something with claws had tried to get in. Bo sat by the window, watching the tree line, growling under his breath.
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he hadn't been himself since the day near the wheat and neither had i the cabin didn't feel safe any more every creak of the walls every gust of wind against the glass had me glancing over my shoulder i needed answers something had been out there and it wasn't leaving any time soon I called Walter, my nearest neighbor, if you could call someone living three miles down a dirt road a neighbor.
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He picked up on the third ring, his voice gruff like he'd been expecting bad news. What's going on, Charlie? I told him everything. The wheat, the scream, the tapping on the window. I even told him about the claw marks, though I could hear how ridiculous it all sounded as the words tumbled out. He didn't laugh, didn't tell me to get some sleep or lay off the whiskey.
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Instead, there was a long pause, followed by a quiet, you need to come by. I packed Bo into the truck and headed over. The drive felt longer than usual, the pine trees pressing in on either side of the road like they were trying to swallow it whole. Even Bo was uneasy, his ears twitching at every sound. Walter was waiting on the porch, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
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I took it outside and burned it. Grace watched me from the porch, her face expressionless. The breaking point came three nights later. I woke up to the sound of something moving on the roof, slow, deliberate footsteps. I lay there holding my breath, straining to listen.' Then I realized Grace wasn't beside me. I bolted upright and looked around.
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He looked older than I remembered, his face lined like someone who'd spent too many years staring into the woods. He didn't say much, just waved me inside. His house was cluttered, walls lined with hunting trophies and old photographs. He poured us coffee and sat down, his hands trembling slightly as he lit another cigarette. "'What you're dealing with,' he started.
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"'Ain't something you can shoot or scare off. It's older than that. Old as the land itself.' I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded." Walter went on to tell me about a story he'd heard growing up. A legend passed down from the Ojibwe people who used to live on this land. They spoke of a guardian spirit, something tied to the woods and the fields.
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It wasn't evil, not exactly, but it didn't take kindly to being disturbed. They called it the Keeper, he said, his voice low. Said it watched over the land, made sure everything stayed in balance. But if you messed with it, dug up something you weren't supposed to, it had come for you. That's when I remembered. The artifact.
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I told Walter about the carved piece of metal I'd found in the garden last week, how I'd tossed it near the edge of the field without thinking twice. His face darkened. You need to put it back, right where you found it, and you need to do it soon. I wanted to ask him why, wanted to push for more details, but something in his expression stopped me.
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Walter looked scared, the kind of fear that doesn't leave room for questions. On the drive home, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the road. I thought about the artifact, the weight of it in my hand, the strange carvings that seemed to twist and shift in the light. I'd found it buried deep, almost like it wasn't supposed to see daylight.
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by the time i pulled into the driveway it was nearly dark the cabin loomed ahead its windows glowing faintly against the growing night beau bolted out of the truck and ran straight to the porch his tail down ears flat the air felt wrong too still too quiet
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i grabbed the flashlight and made my way to the spot near the field where i'd left the artifact the wheat was swaying though there wasn't any wind my footsteps crunched against the dirt path louder than they should have been the artifact was still there half buried where i'd tossed it
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i crouched down picking it up gingerly it felt colder than i remembered heavier the carvings on its surface seemed deeper now more intricate like they'd grown in my absence as i stood a sound carried through the air a low rhythmic hum almost like chanting It wasn't coming from the house or the woods. It was coming from the field. I turned slowly, shining my flashlight into the wheat.
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The light barely penetrated the stalks, but the sound grew louder, closer. Bo barked from the porch, a sharp, desperate sound that made me want to run. But I couldn't move. The wheat shifted, parting slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of something moving within. Tall, too tall, with limbs that bent in ways they shouldn't.
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the hum turned into a deep guttural growl that vibrated through the ground i bolted the artifact clutched in my hand i ran back to the cabin with beau barking wildly at my heels i slammed the door shut and locked it leaning against the wood as the sound outside faded
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The curtains were open, and through the window, I saw her. She was standing in the clearing, looking up at the ridge. I threw on my boots and coat, grabbing the flashlight as I stumbled out the door. The cold hit me like a slap, but I didn't care. "'Grace!' I yelled, running toward her. She didn't move. When I reached her, I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around."
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inside bo wouldn't settle he paced the room whining and growling at the windows i set the artifact on the kitchen table staring at it like it might move on its own walter's words echoed in my head you need to put it back
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and you need to do it soon the chanting outside stopped replaced by a single deliberate knock on the door i didn't sleep not even for a second the knock on the door had been deliberate too deliberate whoever or whatever was out there wasn't done with me
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beau lay by the door growling low his ears flicking at every creak of the cabin the artifact sat on the kitchen table cold and silent as if it was waiting for me to decide what came next walter's warning played over and over in my head i had to put it back
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not toss it not leave it near the edge of the field like i did before but back where it came from the problem was i couldn't even be sure i'd survive the trip by the time the sun began creeping over the trees i was already packed a flashlight my hunting knife and a bundle of matches i wasn't sure i'd ever use beau whined when i leashed him
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but i had no intention of bringing him into the field he stayed on the porch pacing and barking as i headed toward the wheat alone the early light stretched long shadows over the rows of wheat making the field look taller denser every step i took along the dirt path felt like walking into a trap
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the silence wasn't natural not the kind you hear when the woods are still waking up this was something else the kind of quiet that presses down on you suffocates you i stopped where i thought i'd dug up the artifact the first time the wheat swayed around me though the air was completely still clutching the artifact in one hand i crouched my knife in the other and started digging
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The ground was cold and stubborn, resisting me at every scrape of the blade. That's when it started again. The sound. A low, rhythmic hum, so deep it felt like it was coming from beneath the ground. I froze, my hands caked with dirt, my heart hammering. The hum built slowly, shifting into something sharp and grating, like metal scraping against bone. The wheat rustled to my left, then to my right.
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Something was moving, circling, but I couldn't see it. I kept digging, throwing dirt behind me as fast as I could, desperate to finish before whatever was out there decided to come closer. And then it stopped. The sound, the movement, the wheat stood perfectly still. I didn't dare look up. The soil beneath my knife began to soften, almost too easily, as though something below wanted me to hurry.
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My blade hit something hard, and I realized I'd found the spot. The hole was deeper now, more than enough to bury the artifact, but I hesitated. A part of me felt like putting it back was a trap, like whatever I was dealing with wanted me to finish this for reasons I didn't understand. The wheat shifted behind me, slow, deliberate. I clenched the artifact so tightly the edges dug into my skin.
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My flashlight flickered. casting long beams that made the shadows stretch and twist. I stood, turning slowly, and finally saw it. It wasn't just one. Tall figures stood just inside the wheat, their forms barely visible between the stalks. They didn't move like they had before, jerky and unnatural. Now their motions were fluid, almost human, but there was nothing human about them.
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Their limbs were too long, bending in ways that defied reason. And their faces, if they could even be called faces, were pale voids, featureless except for faint impressions where eyes might have been. They didn't advance. They just watched, their heads tilting in unison, as though waiting for me to act. I dropped the artifact into the hole and shoved the dirt over it, my hands trembling.
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Her eyes were wide, unfocused, like she was in a trance. "'What are you doing?' I shouted. She didn't answer, she just pointed toward the ridge. I followed her gaze, and there it was. The thing stood at the edge of the forest, half hidden in the shadows. It was taller now, its limbs impossibly long, its face a pale, featureless void.'
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The hum started again, but it wasn't coming from the ground anymore. It was coming from them. A deep, layered sound that vibrated in my chest and made my ears ache. I'm sorry, I said, though my voice felt small and useless. I didn't mean to disturb anything.
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the figures didn't react the hum grew louder sharper like it was burrowing into my skull i backed away slowly careful not to trip careful not to run the wheat began swaying violently as if caught in a storm but the figures stayed still their heads following my every step I reached the edge of the field and turned, bolting toward the cabin.
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The hum stopped the moment I crossed into the yard, but the silence that followed was even worse. Bo barked and howled, his claws scrabbling at the porch as I climbed the steps and collapsed against the door. My lungs burned, my hands throbbed, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. Inside, I locked the door and pushed the kitchen table in front of it.
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Bo sat at my feet, whining softly as I tried to steady my breathing. For a moment, everything was still. No hum, no movement. Just the faint sound of wind through the trees. But then came the tapping. Not at the windows this time. Not at the door. It came from the roof. Slow. Deliberate. Moving steadily toward the center of the cabin. They weren't gone. They were never gone.
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I should have trusted my gut the moment I stepped into that house. It wasn't just the damp smell that hit me like a slap. Mold, old wood, and something faintly metallic, like pennies left out in the rain. It wasn't even the dim lighting that turned every corner into a shadowy void. No, it was the feeling.
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That heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on me as soon as I crossed the threshold, like the house was watching me. I knew something wasn't right, but I told myself to man up. We were here because we had no other choice. Mission rules didn't matter when you didn't have a roof over your head.
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The woman who owned the place, Sister Wilcox, waddled ahead of us, her wide frame brushing against the walls as she led us to our room. She didn't say much, just muttered something about us making do. Her voice was thin and raspy, like the air in the house. When she opened the door to our room, I had to bite back a grimace. Room was generous.
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It was more like a shoebox someone had lined with cheap paneling and called livable.
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a single bare bulb hung from the ceiling casting a sickly yellow light two twin beds crammed together with barely enough space to walk between them and a closet that looked like it hadn't been opened in years this'll do she said more to herself than to us her small watery eyes flitted over me lingered for a beat too long then turned to my companion elder rousseau
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"'Dinner's at six,' she added before lumbering off, her footsteps heavy on the creaky floorboards. "'Cozy,' Russo muttered, tossing his bag onto one of the beds. His Italian accent made everything sound less sarcastic than it probably was. I tried to shake off the unease as I unpacked, telling myself this was temporary, just a few days until the mission office found us another place."
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It tilted its head as if studying us, and then stepped forward, its movements jerky and wrong. I dragged Grace back to the cabin, my heart pounding. She didn't fight me, didn't say a word, just kept looking over her shoulder at the thing. When we got inside I locked the door and shoved a chair under the handle. Grace sat at the table, staring out the window with a faint smile on her face.
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but the feeling lingered a nagging itch i couldn't scratch the first night i couldn't sleep russo snored softly on the bed next to mine his steady breathing the only sound in the room but something kept me awake Maybe it was the faint creak of the house settling, or the way the shadows in the corner seemed to shift when I wasn't looking directly at them.
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I stared at the closet door, its faded wood grain catching the light in strange patterns. I don't know how long I lay there, but at some point, I must have dozed off. I woke up to the sound of my name. David. It was a whisper, soft but distinct. My eyes snapped open and my heart hammered in my chest. I glanced at Russo, who was still snoring, then at the closet. The door was slightly ajar.
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I hadn't noticed it before. David. It came again, this time louder, more insistent. My skin prickled and my mouth went dry. David. I told myself it had to be my imagination, a leftover thread from a half-remembered dream. But the voice didn't sound like something conjured by my subconscious. It sounded real, close, like someone standing just behind the closet door.
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I sat up, my movements slow and deliberate, and stared at the crack of darkness inside the closet. My pulse thudded in my ears, drowning out everything else. ''Russo,'' I whispered. ''No response.''
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i reached over and shook his shoulder but he just grunted and rolled over the voice didn't come again that night but i didn't sleep i sat there wide-eyed watching the closet until the first light of dawn seeped through the window the next day i tried to convince myself it was nothing Stress. Fatigue. But when Russo asked why I looked like I hadn't slept, I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
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What would I even say? That I thought the closet was whispering to me? We spent most of the day out on our bikes, visiting houses, knocking on doors. By the time we got back, I was bone tired, the kind of exhaustion that made your legs feel like lead. But as soon as we stepped into that house, the unease came rushing back.
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Dinner was the same bland casserole as the night before, served with Sister Wilcox's unsettling stare. She didn't talk much, but when she did, it was always something strange. Cryptic comments about how houses have memories, and some rooms are better left shut. That night, I made sure the closet door was shut tight before I climbed into bed. I even jammed a chair against it, just to be safe.
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Russo teased me for it, but I didn't care. "'You'll thank me when the boogeyman doesn't get us,' I said, forcing a laugh. But the laugh died in my throat when I woke up in the middle of the night to find the chair moved and the closet door wide open. The voice was back, clearer this time. "'David, come here.' My blood ran cold.
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The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight, a sense of command that made my stomach churn. I wanted to scream, to wake Russo, but I couldn't move.' it was like something had pinned me to the bed my breath came in shallow gasps as i stared at the open door the darkness inside seeming deeper than it should have been like it wasn't just shadows but something alive watching me
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I don't know how long I lay there, paralyzed. When I finally managed to move, I didn't dare look inside the closet. I just reached over and shook Russo awake. We're switching beds, I blurted. What? Why? He grumbled, groggy and annoyed. Just trust me. He didn't argue, and I didn't sleep a wink for the rest of the night.
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by the third night i was ready to leave rules be damned but russo convinced me to stick it out a few more days he said we can handle a few more days that was the night i woke up to find the scratches three long parallel lines across my abdomen they didn't bleed but they burned like fire i stumbled to the bathroom my hands shaking as i stared at them in the mirror they were too precise too clean not something i could have done to myself
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It doesn't want to hurt us, she said softly. I didn't sleep that night. Neither did Grace. She just sat there watching the woods. I didn't think it could get worse. Every night since that last encounter, I'd stayed up late sitting by the window with a shotgun across my lap.
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When I asked Sister Wilcox the next morning if she had any pets, her response sent a chill through me. "'No pets,' she said, smiling faintly. "'But you know this house is haunted, don't you?' She didn't wait for my reply. She just shuffled off, humming to herself, leaving me alone with the gnawing realization that whatever was in this house wasn't done with me yet."
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The reservation felt like another planet. The air was thinner, drier, and the emptiness stretched forever. Rusted-out cars littered yards like forgotten relics, and the wind carried a faint, metallic tang that didn't belong to the desert. My new companion, Elder Ramirez, was the quiet type.
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He was polite enough, but you could tell he'd seen some things in his five months here, the kind of things he didn't want to talk about. We stick to the rules here, he told me the first day. No staying out past sundown. No shortcuts through the back roads. And if something feels wrong, we leave. No questions. It sounded dramatic, but I didn't argue.
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There was something about the way he said it, like he wasn't quoting the mission handbook, but speaking from experience. Out here the rules felt less like guidelines and more like survival instincts. It was a Thursday evening, and we were driving back from Superior, the sun bleeding red into the horizon.
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Ramirez was at the wheel, humming a hymn under his breath while I stared out the window, watching the shadows grow long and sharp across the desert.
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we were supposed to be back before dark but the appointment had run late now the road ahead was cloaked in twilight and the silence between us felt heavier with each passing mile i was about to say something maybe crack a joke to lighten the mood when ramirez slammed on the brakes the truck skidded to a stop and i lurched forward my seat belt digging into my chest
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what the hell i barked clutching the dashboard ramirez didn't answer he was staring at something in the road ahead his hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white i followed his gaze and froze a dog at least i think it was a dog stood in the middle of the highway Its fur was patchy, hanging in clumps like it had been pulled off in strips.
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Its ribs jutted out sharply, and its head hung low, almost too low, as if its neck couldn't support the weight. Its eyes, though, those weren't the eyes of an animal. They were dark and glassy, and they locked onto me like it knew I was watching. "'Speed up,' Ramirez said, his voice low and urgent. "'What?'
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grace barely spoke to me any more her eyes always drifting toward the ridge her face drawn and pale she claimed she hadn't seen the thing again but i knew she was lying she flinched at every creak of the floorboards every gust of wind that rattled the windows
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speed up he snapped slamming his foot on the gas the engine roared and the truck lurched forward i stared at him in disbelief you're gonna hit it shut up he hissed don't look at it just don't look but i did i couldn't help it as we barreled toward the thing i turned to look and for a split second it looked back
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the face staring at me wasn't a dog's it wasn't even human the skin was stretched too tight the features twisted into something grotesque like it was wearing a mask that didn't quite fit and it smiled its lips pulled back to reveal jagged yellowed teeth and i swear i heard it laugh a low guttural sound that cut through the roar of the engine I snapped my head forward, my heart hammering.
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The truck jolted as we sped past, and when I looked in the side mirror, the thing was gone. What the hell was that? I demanded, my voice shaking. Ramirez didn't answer. He was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on the road. Don't talk about it, he finally said. Don't even think about it. That night, back at the apartment, I couldn't shake the image.
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Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that face staring at me, its dark eyes boring into mine. Ramirez barely said a word as we ate dinner, and when the sun dipped below the horizon, he locked every door and window in the place. It seemed excessive, but I didn't argue, not after what I'd seen. It was around 11 p.m. when the knocking started.
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It was soft at first, just a faint tap-tap-tap on the front door. I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. Ramirez's head snapped up, his eyes wide. Don't answer it, he whispered. What if it's the district leader, I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. It's not. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. My skin prickled.
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I moved toward the door, but Ramirez grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. Don't. I shrugged him off. You're being ridiculous. It's probably just... He cut me off with a desperate look. If you open that door, we're dead. Something in his tone stopped me cold. The knocking continued, rhythmic and deliberate, like whoever or whatever was on the other side knew we were listening.
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but the worst part was how quiet the forest had become no birds no rustling of animals just silence it was like the woods were holding their breath waiting that night the storm hit the wind howled rain pelting against the cabin like a thousand tiny claws the power flickered and then died completely plunging us into darkness
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And then I heard it. Elder, a voice called softly. It sounded like our district leader, but something about it was wrong. The tone was off, too flat, like it was reading from a script. Elder Ramirez? Elder Johnson? It's me. Open the door. My blood ran cold. Ramirez pulled out his phone and dialed, his hands shaking. After a few tense seconds, someone picked up. Where are you?
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he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. In bed, came the groggy reply. Why? Send me a picture, Ramirez demanded. Now. I heard the muffled sound of confusion on the other end, followed by the ding of a text. Ramirez showed me the screen, a photo of our district leader and his companion, timestamped just a minute earlier. They were in their apartment, two hours away. The knocking stopped.
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I let out a shaky breath, but Ramirez's grip on my arm tightened. It's not over, he whispered. The silence that followed was worse than the knocking. It pressed against my ears, thick and unnatural. And then, faintly, I heard it, breathing, heavy, labored breathing, just outside the window. I turned slowly, my pulse pounding in my ears.
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The blinds rattled softly, as if something was brushing against them. Ramirez motioned for me to stay put as he moved toward the window. He peeked through the edge of the blinds and went rigid. His face drained of color, and he stumbled back, his hand clutching the cross around his neck. What did you see? I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn't answer.
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He just turned to me with a look I'll never forget. Pure, unfiltered terror. We didn't sleep that night. We just sat there, backs against the wall, clutching whatever we could find that felt even remotely like a weapon. The silence stretched on, broken only by the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside. And when the sun finally rose, we found the footprints.
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Large, clawed, and muddy, they led from the front door to the window, then stopped abruptly. As if whatever had been there had vanished into thin air. But I knew it hadn't. Not really. We didn't talk about what happened that night, not at first. Ramirez wouldn't look me in the eye, and I wasn't about to press him.
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i wasn't even sure i wanted answers every instinct i had screamed to forget it pretend none of it had happened but how do you ignore muddy claw marks that disappear into nowhere the next morning our district meeting was already set we drove in silence the truck humming along the cracked highway the desert felt different now the vast emptiness i'd once found almost peaceful had turned oppressive
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We were sitting outside wrapped in a blanket watching the stars. Grace was leaning against me, her face lit by the faint glow of the lantern beside us. She was humming softly, something she'd heard growing up, when she stopped mid-note and stiffened. Do you see that? she whispered, barely audible. See what? I asked, already feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
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as if every shadow and rock was hiding something. Ramirez gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles bone-white, while I kept my eyes on the horizon, avoiding my own reflection in the passenger-side mirror. I couldn't shake the feeling something was watching us, just out of sight.
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The meeting started like any other, elders talking shop, exchanging stories about rejections and the occasional rare success. But when it came to my turn to share, I hesitated. the words were caught in my throat like barbed wire ramirez stayed silent but i could feel his eyes on me daring me to say something finally i muttered we had some disturbances knocking weird noises
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The room went quiet, too quiet. Everyone else exchanged uneasy glances, and the air grew heavy, almost stifling. Elder Hutchins, one of the district leaders, cleared his throat and leaned forward. "'Disturbances?' he asked, his voice calm but laced with something sharp. "'What kind of disturbances?' I swallowed hard and tried to keep my tone light. You know, just... strange knocking.
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I lit a lantern and tried to keep calm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Grace had gone to bed early, or at least that's what she'd told me. I hadn't checked. I didn't want to see the vacant, glassy look in her eyes again. I sat in the living room, the shotgun propped against my knee. When I heard it, the faint creak of footsteps overhead. My stomach twisted.
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A voice outside the door. Probably just some kids messing with us. Hutchins didn't laugh. His face darkened and he exchanged a look with his companion before nodding slowly. You saw something, didn't you? His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room like a blade. I hesitated, but Ramirez stepped in. "'We don't need to get into it,' he said quickly. "'It's handled.'
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"'No, it's not,' Hutchins snapped, his composure slipping for a moment. "'You think this is a joke? You think this is something you can just ignore?' The tension in the room was unbearable. Finally, Hutchins leaned back and sighed. "'You've heard of skinwalkers, right?' What followed was a crash course in nightmares.
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Hutchins explained the legend in hushed tones, his voice steady but his hands trembling. Skinwalkers, he said, were dark spirits, shapeshifters born of unspeakable acts. Murder. Betrayal. They wore the skins of animals, mimicked human voices, and thrived on fear. According to local lore, making eye contact or acknowledging them gave them power over you, marked you in some way.
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"'They don't stop,' Hutchins said, his eyes fixed on me. "'Once they notice you, they keep coming, unless you figure out how to break their hold.' My stomach churned. The thing on the road, the knocking, the voice outside our door—
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had i looked too long listened too closely i wanted to ask but the words wouldn't come that night i was restless ramirez tried to reassure me mumbling prayers under his breath as he sprinkled the apartment with salt and holy water It seemed desperate, almost futile, but I didn't stop him. Any comfort, no matter how small, was better than none. Around midnight, the air in the apartment changed.
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It felt heavier, colder, like the temperature had dropped ten degrees in an instant. Ramirez and I exchanged a look, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. Then the knocking started. It was soft at first, just a faint tap-tap-tap, but it grew louder, sharper, until the entire doorframe rattled. This time, there was no mistaking the malice behind it.
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The sound was angry, purposeful, like whatever was out there was trying to break through. Ramirez grabbed a Bible and stood near the door, muttering rapid prayers. I stayed back, clutching the pocket knife I'd brought from California. It felt laughably inadequate, but it was all I had. The knocking stopped suddenly, and for a moment, the silence was worse. Then came the voice.
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Elder Ramirez, Elder Johnson, let me in. It sounded like Hutchins. Perfectly, unmistakably Hutchins. But it wasn't him. The voice was wrong. Flat. Hollow. Like it was coming from a broken speaker. Ramirez shook his head, his lips moving silently in prayer. Then came the scratching.
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long deliberate strokes like claws dragging across wood the sound was unbearable setting my teeth on edge my heart pounded as i stared at the door waiting for it to give way but it didn't somehow it held the scratching stopped and for a moment i thought it was over then i felt it a cold hand brushed against the back of my neck I whipped around, but there was nothing there.
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Just Ramirez, wide-eyed and pale, clutching his cross like a lifeline. The next morning, the claw marks were there, deep gouges in the wood, too precise and on purpose to be anything natural. We reported it to the mission office, but they dismissed it as a prank. We knew better. Whatever it was, it wasn't done with us. Driving to our next assignment, the unease followed me like a shadow.
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i told myself it was just the wind that the old roof was groaning under the pressure of the storm but then it came again louder this time deliberate something was up there i stood gripping the shotgun my heart pounding grace i called out my voice cracking
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I caught glimpses of something in the mirrors. A figure, distorted and animalistic, always just out of focus. I didn't tell Ramirez. I couldn't. But I knew one thing for sure. Whatever had marked me back on that highway wasn't going to let go. I should have turned back the moment I stepped out of the truck. There's something about the way the forest feels at night. Alive. Watchful.
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But this time, it was different. Too still. Too quiet. The trip started out like any other. Baxter and I had done plenty of these solo outings before, and I had no reason to think this one would be any different. I'd packed the essentials—sleeping bag, snacks, the knife I always carry, and Baxter's favorite chew toy—just in case he got restless.
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We were heading to a spot deep in Gallatin National Forest that I'd found years ago, miles away from campsites or other people, perfect for catching the meteor shower. The drive was long, but the view of the stars from the winding mountain road made it worth it. By the time we arrived, it was just after sunset, and the fading light painted the trees in hues of gold and deep purple.
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Baxter leapt out of the truck sniffing at everything like he was on a mission. His enthusiasm was contagious, and for a while I felt the usual excitement that comes with being out here, away from the noise of the world. I got the fire going as the first stars began to peek out, sitting back with Baxter curled up beside me.
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The quiet of the woods was peaceful at first, a welcome change from the buzz of everyday life. The fire crackled, its warmth chasing away the evening chill, and I leaned back to take in the sky. One meteor streaked past, then another. I grabbed my phone, snapping a few pictures to show friends later. That's when Baxter growled.
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It was low, almost a rumble, and I felt it in my chest before I fully registered the sound. I glanced down at him, expecting him to be looking at a squirrel or some other harmless animal, but he wasn't. He was staring at the tree line, ears flat, his entire body rigid. Hey, what's up bud? I said softly, trying to calm him down. He didn't look at me.
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The fire popped loudly, making me jump, and I realized the usual hum of the forest, crickets, rustling leaves, distant owls, had vanished. The silence was so complete it felt suffocating. I grabbed my flashlight and stood, my boots crunching on the dry leaves. Probably a deer, I muttered, more to myself than to Baxter. His growl deepened.
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no answer i moved toward the bedroom the lantern casting long flickering shadows on the walls the door was slightly ajar and when i pushed it open my heart sank the bed was empty the curtains were drawn back and the window was wide open rain soaking the floorboards
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Sweeping the light across the trees, I searched for the source of his unease. Nothing. Just shadows and the faint outline of branches swaying in the breeze. But something felt off. The shadows were too dark, too solid, as if they weren't cast by the firelight but by something else entirely. And then I saw it.
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At first I thought it was just a trick of the light, a tall, thin shape standing perfectly still among the trees. But as I kept the flashlight on it, my stomach dropped. It wasn't a tree. It was a figure, unnaturally tall and gaunt, its limbs too long and its head tilted to the side, almost inquisitively. I froze. Baxter whimpered and backed toward the truck.
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Hey, I called out, hoping it was just another camper who'd wandered too close. My voice sounded small, swallowed by the trees. The figure didn't move. I stepped back instinctively, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. The flashlight shook in my hand as I kept the beam trained on it. That's when its head moved. Slowly, jerkily, like it was figuring out how to move for the first time.
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The tilt became more exaggerated, almost upside down. And then its eyes, two faint yellowish glows, opened. My breath caught. Those weren't human eyes. They weren't animal eyes, either. "'Baxter, in the truck,' I whispered, my voice trembling." The figure didn't step forward. It slid. No sound. No shift in the undergrowth.
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One second it was ten feet into the tree line, and the next it was five feet closer, its glowing eyes locked on me. Okay, we're leaving, I muttered. more to myself than to Baxter. I turned and bolted for the truck, Baxter right on my heels. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as I fumbled with the keys, dropping them once before finally managing to shove them into the ignition.
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The truck roared to life, and I slammed it into reverse, spinning the tires as I backed out of the campsite. my headlight swept across the clearing and for a brief moment i saw the figure again standing in the middle of where my fire had been it hadn't moved like it should have been able to it was just there i didn't wait to see what it would do next
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The truck skidded onto the dirt road, and I floored it, speeding into the dark. Behind me, the clearing vanished, swallowed by the trees. But the silence stayed with me, heavier than ever. Something had followed me out of the woods, and I wasn't sure I'd left it behind. The road felt endless.
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My hands were gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles were white, and Baxter was curled into the farthest corner of the passenger seat, trembling.
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grace i shouted running to the window outside the storm raged but through the sheets of rain i saw her she was standing in the clearing her arms stretched upward her face tilted to the sky and it was there the thing loomed over her taller than i had ever seen it Its pale, emaciated body was bent at impossible angles, its limbs trembling as if struggling to hold their weight.
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every bump in the road sent shocks through the truck and every shadow that crossed the headlights felt like it could be it i tried to convince myself i was just seeing things back there but my gut wouldn't let me something was wrong and no matter how far i drove i couldn't drop the feeling it was still there i glanced at the rearview mirror out of instinct and my heart stopped there in the faint glow of my taillights it was
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The same impossibly tall figure, running, no, sprinting. Only it wasn't running like a person. Its limbs were moving wrong, like it had too many joints or none at all, each step covering far more ground than it should have. It moved like a predator, silent, relentless, and impossibly fast. Oh no, oh no no no, I muttered, slamming my foot on the gas.
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The engine roared as the truck lurched forward, tires spitting gravel. I risked another glance at the mirror. It was still there, and worse, it was getting closer. Baxter barked sharply, his hackles raised, and I almost screamed. I didn't dare look over at him. My eyes were glued to the road, watching as the headlights carved through the endless dark.
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The forest closed in on both sides, the trees like a tunnel, and I realized how trapped I was. There were no turn-offs, no clearings, just this single, suffocating road. Then came the screech. It started low, like metal grinding against metal, before rising to an ear-splitting wail that made me jerk the wheel.
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The truck swerved dangerously close to the edge of the road, and I fought to keep it steady. Baxter yelped and ducked under the dash. The sound wasn't coming from behind me. It was coming from above. Something slammed onto the roof of the truck, and I felt the entire vehicle shudder under the weight. My heart felt like it was going to explode.
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I could hear it moving up there, dragging itself across the metal with a sickening scrape, the sound vibrating through the cab. I knew what it wanted. It wanted me to look. Don't, I whispered to myself, my voice shaking. Don't look. Just keep driving. The roof groaned again, denting inward just slightly. The thing was heavy, far heavier than it should have been.
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My brain screamed at me to pull over, to stop, to do something, but my body refused to listen. I slammed the gas pedal harder, willing the truck to go faster. The trees whipped past in a blur, and for a moment, I thought maybe I could outrun it. But then the weight shifted again, and the truck shuddered violently. I felt it moving toward the sunroof. The tapping started.
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Light, rhythmic, almost playful. Just three quick taps, like it was knocking to be let in. I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes on the road. "'You're not real. You're not real,' I whispered, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. The tapping came again, this time harder." The sunroof cover rattled as if it could barely hold the thing out.
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My pulse was deafening, my breath shallow and ragged. I knew, knew, that if I opened that cover, I wouldn't survive whatever I'd see. Baxter whimpered from under the dash, his nails scratching at the floor as if he could dig his way out of the truck. Then the tapping stopped. For a brief, terrible moment, all I could hear was the roar of the engine and the crunch of gravel beneath the tires.
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The silence was worse than the tapping. And then, with no warning, the weight slid off the roof. The truck bounced slightly as it hit the road behind me with a sickening thud, and I couldn't stop myself from looking in the mirror. There it was, lying in the middle of the road. It looked crumpled, almost broken, its limbs twisted at impossible angles. But it wasn't staying down.
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I watched in horror as it began to move. Slowly at first, jerky, unnatural movements as it straightened itself out. I could hear the sound even over the engine, the crack of joints snapping back into place, the wet, awful noise of bones grinding together. Its head turned toward me, and those glowing yellow eyes locked onto mine through the mirror.
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Its face, or lack of one, was turned toward her, a gaping black void where its eyes should have been. I yelled her name again, but she didn't react. She was whispering something, her voice carried away by the wind. I didn't think, I just ran. The rain soaked me to the bone as I sprinted across the clearing, the shotgun heavy in my hands.
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"'Nope,' I said aloud, slamming the gear shift into reverse. The truck fishtailed as I backed away from it, trying to put as much distance as I could between us." The thing stood fully upright now, taller than before, its silhouette blotting out the trees behind it. It didn't run this time. It didn't need to. The scream came again, louder and closer, like it was tearing through my skull.
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I jammed the truck back into drive and floored it, refusing to look back again. My only thought was to get to the nearest town, the nearest light, anywhere that wasn't here.
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i drove for what felt like hours but the forest never seemed to end every shadow looked like it was moving every sound made me flinch baxter stayed under the dash his whimpers now barely audible over the pounding of my heart when the glow of a gas station finally appeared in the distance i felt tears sting my eyes safety light civilization i didn't slow down until i was directly under the harsh fluorescent glow of the lot
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parking so close to the building that i almost hit the wall for the first time in what felt like forever i exhaled but even as i stumbled inside to beg the clerk for help i couldn't get rid of the feeling that it wasn't over that it was still out there
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i hadn't escaped not really the gas station clerk looked at me like i was insane i didn't blame him i probably looked insane wide-eyed shaking dirt smudged across my face and baxter refusing to leave the truck barking at nothing in the distance I could barely get words out as I stumbled toward the counter, my voice cracking as I asked if he'd seen anything strange. "'Strange?'
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he repeated, his tone thick with boredom. "'You mean like UFOs or Bigfoot or something?' I wanted to scream at him, shake him, make him understand. Instead, I just nodded, my hands gripping the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing." "'Nope,' he said with a shrug, popping his gum. "'Just you.' I didn't bother trying to explain further.
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I bought a coffee I didn't want, just for an excuse to linger in the bright, sterile light of the gas station. My body felt like it was on autopilot. Every instinct in me screamed to stay put, but the rational part of my brain knew I couldn't. I had to keep moving.' Baxter's barking reached a frantic pitch, and I turned to see him clawing at the window of the truck, his eyes wide and wild.
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My blood ran cold. He wasn't barking at nothing. He was barking at something. I bolted outside, my eyes scanning the darkness at the edge of the gas station lot. The floodlights only reached so far, and beyond them was the black void of the forest. For a second, I thought I saw movement.
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something tall and spindly shifting just out of sight but when i blinked it was gone all right we're leaving i muttered mostly to myself i climbed into the truck my heart hammering and slammed the door shut I didn't bother looking back as I sped out of the lot, the gas station lights disappearing into the rearview mirror.
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Baxter had wedged himself into the footwell, trembling, and I kept glancing at him like he might somehow reassure me. He didn't. The road stretched endlessly ahead of me, winding through the forest like a cruel joke. Every shadow seemed to move. Every flicker of light in the trees felt like eyes staring back at me.
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The thing didn't move as I approached, didn't even acknowledge me. Its entire focus was on Grace. When I was just a few feet away, I raised the shotgun and fired. The sound was deafening, cutting through the storm like a thunderclap. The thing jerked back, its body folding in on itself like a collapsing puppet.
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I turned the radio on, desperate for some kind of normalcy, but all I got was static. And then the tapping started again. At first it was faint, just a single tap, like a pebble hitting the glass. Then another, and another. I knew better than to look, but my eyes flicked up to the windshield anyway.
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nothing just the reflection of my own terrified face in the blur of the road the tapping grew louder more insistent it wasn't coming from the windshield it was coming from the roof my breath hitched and i tightened my grip on the wheel refusing to slow down Not real, not real, I whispered to myself, the words more desperate each time. But it was real.
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I felt the truck shudder as the weight shifted again, the metallic groan of the roof echoing in my ears. Something scraped along the side of the truck, nails or claws dragging across the paint. Baxter whimpered, burying his head in his paws, and I felt the panic rising in my throat. Suddenly, I saw it.
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standing in the middle of the road illuminated by my high beams was the figure its limbs were longer now stretched to impossible proportions and its head tilted at that sickening angle those glowing eyes burned into mine even from a distance I slammed the brakes, the truck skidding to a halt. For a moment everything was still. I didn't breathe, didn't move, and then it smiled.
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The figure's mouth stretched wide, too wide, the edges curling unnaturally as if its face wasn't meant to move that way. I screamed. I couldn't help it. My body moved on instinct.
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slamming the truck into reverse as i floored it the figure didn't move at first just stood there grinning but as soon as my taillights hit it it dropped to all fours and started crawling toward me no not crawling scuttling its limbs moved like a spider's too fast and too fluid and it was closing the distance faster than i thought possible
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I whipped the truck around and gunned it, gravel flying as I tore down the road. The thing kept pace, darting between the trees, its glowing eyes flickering in and out of view. My chest felt like it was going to burst. I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but drive, drive, drive. The road felt like it would never end, and the shadows kept growing darker, thicker,
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closing in around me finally i saw the faint glow of a street light in the distance my house home i didn't stop until i reached the driveway slamming the truck into park and bolting for the door baxter was right on my heels his tail between his legs Inside, I locked every door and window, turning on every light in the house.
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My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone as I tried to call someone. Anyone. But the signal was still dead. Baxter whimpered from the corner of the room, staring at the window. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. Slowly, I turned my head. There it was. standing at the edge of the yard, just outside the glow of the porch light.
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Its head was tilted, its eyes glowing, and that horrible, unnatural smile stretched across its face. I shut the curtains, my heart pounding in my ears, but the tapping didn't stop. Ellie's fever had been relentless all day. Her flushed cheeks and the way her tiny body radiated heat through the thin blanket left me on edge.
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For a moment, I thought I'd killed it, but then it straightened, its head snapping toward me with a sickening crack.
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I'd been nursing her through this virus for nearly a week, and tonight felt like a tipping point. Every breath she took was shallow, rasping, as if her little lungs were running out of patience. I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her damp forehead, the other clutching my phone. The alarm was set for 3 o'clock a.m., time for her next dose of medicine.
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The clock ticked loudly in the silence of our small apartment. I couldn't sleep, not really. Every creak in the walls or distant car engine made me jolt upright, my heart racing. When the alarm finally blared, it startled me so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Ellie. Her soft murmurs tugged at me, but I reminded myself that she needed this medicine.
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Padding into the kitchen, I squinted against the glow of the overhead light and fumbled through the cabinet for the bottle of liquid Tylenol. That's when I saw it. The light.
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it turned its half-decayed head its jagged toothless mouth splitting open in what i can only describe as a grin then it reached for grace no i screamed grabbing her arm and pulling her back the thing let out a sound a deep guttural noise that vibrated in my chest its arm stretched toward us impossibly long its clawed fingers brushing the edge of my jacket
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it wasn't the warm yellow glow of a street lamp or the faint blue flicker of a distant tv no this was stark white and harsh cutting through the curtains over the sliding glass door it cast sharp shadows across the living room making the edges of furniture look sharper almost unreal i froze the bottle of medicine in my hand listening the neighborhood was usually quiet at this hour but something about that light unsettled me
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Slowly I moved toward the door, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out. There it was. A car parked at the far edge of the lot, its brights pointed directly into the woods behind the building. The light sliced through the trees, catching on branches and throwing jagged reflections across the ground.
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I thought maybe someone had just pulled in, maybe dropping off a friend or getting back late. But the car wasn't moving. The engine wasn't running. It just sat there, too still, with its lights bearing down on the forest like it was searching for something. Then I saw the movement. At first it was subtle, just a flicker near the edge of the light. My eyes strained to make sense of it. A shadow?
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A trick of the headlights? No, it was an animal. Something low to the ground, slinking between the trees. My immediate thought was a fox. They were common enough around here, though this one moved strangely. Its body seemed disjointed, like its limbs were struggling to obey the same command. I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to the cool glass, trying to make out the shape.
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As it stepped into the light, my stomach twisted. It wasn't a fox. Or at least, it wasn't anymore. Its body began to change, the edges of its form rippling like water disturbed by a stone. One moment it looked like a small dog, its tail twitching nervously. And then it stretched, growing thinner, taller, until it resembled a cat. But even that didn't last.
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within seconds its body collapsed inward folding unnaturally before emerging as something bulkier its movements slower heavier like a bear dragging itself across the forest floor i stumbled back from the door my breath coming in shallow gasps My mind scrambled for answers, rational explanations. Was it an optical illusion? A shadow cast by swaying branches?
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But the way it moved, it was wrong, unnatural. My hands were trembling as I edged back toward the glass, compelled by equal parts terror and disbelief. The creature had shifted again, now smaller, rounder, with fur that gleamed under the bright headlights. A raccoon, maybe, or something pretending to be one.
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Its body seemed to shimmer, the edges blurring and reforming, like it couldn't decide what it was supposed to be. That's when I realized my heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. I needed to wake Paul. He'd see this. He'd tell me I wasn't losing my mind. But before I could step away, the creature paused. It turned, or at least its body shifted in a way that felt like turning.
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And though it had no discernible face, I felt its attention. A cold, sinking dread settled in my chest as if its gaze had pierced through the glass, through me, and straight into my core. I didn't realize I was moving until I was already halfway down the hall, my feet carrying me on autopilot. Paul, I whispered harshly, shaking his shoulder. Paul, get up. You have to see this.
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He groaned, groggy and annoyed, but I didn't have time for his protests. Grabbing his arm, I hauled him out of bed, dragging him toward the living room. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and the words spilling out of me didn't make any sense. Something about headlights, the woods, the creature. By the time we reached the door, the light outside felt even brighter, harsher.
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I didn't want to look, but I had to. When we pulled the curtain aside together, the thing was closer now, crawling out of the woods. Its form twisted again.
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I fired again, this time aiming for its head. The shot hit, and the thing recoiled, its body convulsing. It let out another sound, this one high-pitched and grating, like metal scraping against metal. Then it retreated, skittering backward into the woods, its limbs twisting and contorting as it disappeared into the darkness. I didn't wait to see if it would come back.
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shrinking down into something small and striped a skunk relief washed over me so quickly i nearly laughed a damn skunk all that panic over nothing i turned to paul my voice a mixture of nerves and embarrassment it's just a skunk i said chuckling
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i paul didn't respond he just stared his face pale his eyes locked on the creature outside following his gaze i turned back to the glass the skunk's fur rippled unnaturally its body spasming as it grew larger then smaller then larger again its tail disappeared its legs elongated and in one horrifying moment it looked almost human crawling on all fours
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with patches of fur and exposed skin hanging from its limbs like tattered fabric. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. All I could do was stare as the creature fell apart and rebuilt itself, over and over, right there under the light. Paul stared at the creature, his face slack with disbelief. His usual gruff confidence, the one that usually annoyed me, was gone.
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I clutched his arm tightly, afraid to look away, but more afraid not to.
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the thing outside moved with a jerky unnatural rhythm like its joints weren't hinged correctly it paused under the glow of the headlights shivering shifting my stomach twisted as it began to change again at first it looked like it was shedding as if clumps of fur and skin were peeling off its body falling to the ground in sticky wet slaps
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But then, it would reassemble itself, the pieces sucking back into its core, twisting into something new. It stretched upward, its limbs unnaturally long, its back arched at an impossible angle. For a moment it stood there, swaying, and I swore it looked like a person. If a person's skeleton had been broken and reassembled by someone who didn't understand how bodies worked.
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Paul muttered something under his breath, but I couldn't make it out. His voice sounded far away, muffled, like it was coming from underwater. My pulse roared in my ears as the thing collapsed again, dropping to all fours with a sickening crunch. This time it crawled forward, dragging itself across the gravel lot like it weighed too much for its limbs to support.
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its head jerked in our direction and i felt it again that awful suffocating sensation of being watched we need to call animal control paul said finally his voice strained he reached for his phone but i grabbed his arm it's not an animal the words came out harsher than i intended but i couldn't stop myself My throat was dry, my mouth barely able to form the syllables. You saw it. That... thing.
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It's not normal. Paul hesitated, his fingers hovering over his phone. What the hell else could it be? He snapped, his voice shaking. He was trying to be rational, trying to explain this away, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He didn't know what it was any more than I did. Before I could respond, the car's headlights flickered.
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The light dimmed for a moment, then surged back, brighter than before. The creature froze mid-crawl, its head twitching to the side, almost like it was listening to something. Then, without warning, the headlights cut off completely. Darkness swallowed the parking lot and with it the creature disappeared. I grabbed Paul's arm, my nails digging into his skin. "'Turn on the porch light,' I hissed.
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"'Now!' He fumbled for the switch, and the small bulb over the sliding door sputtered to life, casting a pale, weak glow over the deck. It wasn't much, but it was enough to see the edge of the lot, and the first few feet of the woods. Enough to see that the thing was gone." Paul exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping as he leaned against the wall. It's gone, he said, more to himself than to me.
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I threw Grace over my shoulder and ran for the cabin. When we got inside, I locked the door and barricaded it with everything I could find. Chairs, the table, even the couch. Grace didn't fight me. She just sat on the floor, dripping wet, staring at nothing. What the hell were you doing out there? I demanded, my voice shaking. She didn't answer. "'Grace!'
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It's gone. But I didn't believe it. I couldn't. The way it had moved, the way it had looked at us, it wasn't the kind of thing that just disappeared. It was still out there, somewhere in the dark, waiting. I'm going out there, I said suddenly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Paul's head snapped toward me. The hell you are! I need to see, I said, my voice trembling.
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I need to know it's really gone. Are you insane? Paul grabbed my arm, his grip firm. You just saw whatever the hell that was. You're not stepping outside. But I couldn't sit here, couldn't wait for it to come back. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to do something, anything, to take control of this nightmare. I wrenched my arm free and grabbed the flashlight from the kitchen counter.
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Before Paul could stop me, I slid open the door just enough to step outside. The cold air hit me like a slap, sharp and unforgiving. the night was eerily quiet the kind of silence that felt wrong no crickets no rustling leaves just the sound of my own breathing shallow and rapid i held the flashlight in a death grip its beam trembling as i pointed it toward the tree line
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Just a quick look, I whispered to myself, though my voice didn't feel like my own. Just a quick look. I shone the light over the gravel lot, searching for any sign of the creature. The car was still there, its engine off, its windows dark. The ground where the thing had been crawling was empty, but the gravel looked disturbed, like something heavy had dragged itself through it.
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as i inched closer to the edge of the deck i heard it-a faint wet sound like something being dragged through mud my flashlight flickered the beams sputtering weakly and for a moment i thought i saw movement in the shadows a shape low to the ground scuttling just out of reach of the light my heart raced as i stepped back nearly tripping over the door frame
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I slammed the sliding door shut and locked it, my hands shaking so badly I could barely turn the latch. "'What did you see?' Paul asked, his voice sharp with urgency. "'Nothing,' I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. "'It's gone.' But I didn't believe it, not for a second. I couldn't sleep."
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every time i closed my eyes i saw it the creature its body twisting and tearing apart only to reform into something even more unnatural paul had managed to drift off eventually his steady breathing an unwelcome reminder of his ability to compartmentalize
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i on the other hand was wide awake perched on the couch with a blanket draped over my shoulders and the flashlight clutched in my lap like a lifeline the clock on the microwave glowed faintly in the dark two forty five a m fifteen minutes until the time it all started last night
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i stared at the sliding door my breath fogging the glass as i leaned closer trying to peer into the darkness beyond the porch light was still on casting a weak uneven glow over the deck beyond that was an impenetrable wall of black I hadn't told Paul about the sound I heard, that horrible wet dragging noise. I didn't need to.
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It had echoed in my head all night, a sound so unnatural it felt like it had been burned into my brain. I thought about Ellie, asleep in her bed down the hall, and my stomach clenched. What if it came back? What if it was already here, watching? By the time the clock clicked over to 3am, my nerves were frayed. I told myself I was being paranoid, that I was letting fear get the better of me.
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But deep down, I knew better. I could feel it. The same oppressive, suffocating presence I'd felt the night before. The air seemed heavier, thicker, as if the apartment itself was holding its breath. And then there it was, a faint glow flickering through the curtains. I froze, my grip tightening on the flashlight. It wasn't the car this time. The light wasn't steady or bright.
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I shouted, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. Finally, she looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with tears. "'It was beautiful,' she whispered. I didn't know what to say. The next few days were a blur. Grace wouldn't leave the cabin, wouldn't eat or speak. She spent most of her time sitting by the window, staring out at the ridge.
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It pulsed, dim and irregular, like the dying glow of a firefly. Slowly I rose from the couch, every muscle in my body screaming at me to sit back down, to pretend I hadn't seen it. But my legs moved on their own, carrying me toward the sliding door. I pressed my face to the glass, squinting into the night. At first I saw nothing.
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The glow had vanished, leaving only the weak light of the porch bulb to illuminate the deck. But then, just at the edge of the woods, something shifted. A shadow, darker than the night around it, moved. My breath hitched as the shape emerged, slowly, deliberately. It was the creature. It hadn't left.
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This time, its movements were different, more purposeful, as if it had finally decided what it wanted to be. It crawled on all fours, its body stretched and hunched, its skin rippling like water. The weak light from the porch caught its face, or what should have been a face. Instead, there was only a smooth, featureless expanse, blank and unfeeling.
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it stopped at the edge of the deck its head tilting upward as if it were looking directly at me my legs turned to jelly and i stumbled backward clutching the edge of the couch for support the flashlight slipped from my hands clattering to the floor and rolling under the coffee table
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no i whispered the word barely audible over the pounding of my heart this isn't real this can't be real the thing began to move again its limbs jerking unnaturally as it crawled on to the deck The boards creaked under its weight, each step slow and deliberate. My stomach churned as I watched it shift once more, its body folding in on itself, collapsing into a pile of limbs and fur.
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When it reassembled, it was smaller, more compact, but no less horrifying. It looked almost human, its arms too long, its legs bending backward at the knees. The porch light flickered. casting the creature into momentary darkness. When the light returned, it was closer. I wanted to scream, to wake Paul, to grab Ellie and run, but I couldn't move. My body refused to obey.
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All I could do was watch as the thing pressed one long, gnarled hand against the glass, its fingers splayed, leaving behind a wet, smeared print that dripped slowly down the surface. I Then it leaned forward, its head tilting to the side, and though it had no eyes, I knew it was staring at me. I felt it, deep in my chest, a suffocating weight that threatened to crush the air from my lungs.
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From down the hall, Ellie's small voice broke the silence. Mommy? The sound shattered whatever trance I'd been under. i turned and bolted my feet slipping on the hardwood as i raced toward her room she was standing in the doorway clutching her stuffed rabbit her cheeks flushed with fever it's here she said softly her voice eerily calm it's looking for you
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I scooped her up, her small body hot against mine, and ran back to the living room. The sliding door was empty now, the deck bare, but the wet smear on the glass remained, a grotesque reminder that it had been there. Paul stumbled into the room, bleary-eyed and disoriented. What's going on? He demanded, his voice thick with sleep. I couldn't answer.
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I tried to convince her to leave, to pack up and go back to the city, but she refused." "'It won't let us,' she said, her voice flat. I started hearing things at night, soft whispers outside the windows, the creak of footsteps on the porch. Sometimes I thought I saw movement in the shadows, but whenever I looked, there was nothing there.
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I just stood there, clutching Ellie tightly, staring at the sliding door as if the thing might reappear at any moment. My voice finally came, trembling and weak. We're not safe here, I said. We have to leave. Now. Paul looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I knew the truth. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't going to stop. It wasn't going to leave us alone.
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And it wasn't going to let us go. When I think back to that summer, I can still feel the weight of the forest pressing down on me, the thick, humid air carrying a silence that didn't feel right. My uncle's cabin sat miles away from anything resembling civilization, tucked deep into the woods where the trees grew too close together, and the dirt road in was more crater than path.
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It wasn't the kind of place you found yourself accidentally. You had to want to be there, or, in my case, have no choice. It was the first time my cousin Alex had come to stay with us. He was older than us, tall and confident in a way that felt reassuring back then. He had this way of making everything seem like an adventure, even if it was just lugging water from the creek or chopping firewood.
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my siblings noah and emily adored him and i followed suit trusting him completely the way only a kid can we spent most of our days playing games in the woods hide and seek tag whatever alex dreamed up but there was an unspoken rule we didn't go past the big hollow tree
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She pointed toward the ridge. At first I didn't see anything, just the black outline of trees against the sky. But then it moved, a flash of pale, almost white, slinking low to the ground. I squinted, trying to make sense of it.
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the tree stood like a sentinel at the edge of a small clearing its trunk wide enough for all of us to hide behind at once its bark was scarred with deep grooves that looked too deliberate to be natural like someone or something had clawed at it over the years Alex told us it marked the property line, and we weren't supposed to go beyond it.
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He said it was because of the steep ravine on the other side, but even then, I could tell there was something he wasn't saying. That evening started like all the others. The sun was sinking low, turning the sky a dusky orange, and the woods were alive with the hum of cicadas. Alex suggested we play hide and seek, and as always, I was the seeker.
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i didn't mind i liked the chase the thrill of finding someone crouched behind a tree or tucked into a hollowed-out log but as i counted to twenty with my eyes squeezed shut i felt the first prickle of unease the forest had gone quiet too quiet the cicadas had stopped their droning and even the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze had faded it was just me and the sound of my own breathing
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I shook it off, chalking it up to the nerves that always came with being alone in the woods. When I finished counting, I opened my eyes and called out, Ready or not, here I come! My voice sounded too loud, bouncing off the trees in a way that made me shiver. The game started like normal.
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i found noah first his sneakers sticking out from under a bush emily was trickier tucked into the shallow dip of an old tree root that left alex he was always the hardest to find and i figured he'd gone deeper into the woods than the rest of us dared
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alex i called peering around tree trunks and kicking at piles of leaves the sun had almost disappeared casting long shadows across the ground the hollow tree loomed up ahead its gnarled branches stretching like skeletal arms I hesitated, remembering Alex's rule. But then I heard it, a faint rustling, like someone shifting behind the tree. Gotcha, I said, circling around.
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Then, one night, I woke up to find Grace standing at the window again. Her hand was pressed against the glass, her breath fogging up the pain. "'It's back,' She said softly. I didn't look. I didn't want to see. But deep down, I knew it was true. The thing wasn't done with us. I don't know how we survived that night. It started with Grace waking me, her voice trembling. It's here, she whispered.
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But when I reached the other side, there was no one there. The forest felt heavier now, the silence oppressive. I turned to head back toward the clearing when I saw him. Alex was standing just beyond the hollow tree, his back to me. He wasn't moving, just standing there, his head tilted to one side as if he were listening to something I couldn't hear. Alex! I called again, louder this time.
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He didn't respond. My stomach tightened. There was something off about the way he was standing, too rigid, too still. I took a hesitant step forward, and that's when he turned. His face wasn't right. The shadows distorted his features. But his smile was what froze me in place. It stretched too wide, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. His eyes. There was something wrong with his eyes.
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They didn't look like Alex's. They didn't even look human. Alex, I whispered, my voice barely audible. He took a step toward me, his movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet being yanked by invisible strings. I didn't wait to see what he would do next. I bolted back toward the cabin, my heart hammering in my chest. Branches whipped at my face, and the ground seemed to tilt beneath me.
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I heard footsteps behind me, too fast, too heavy to be mine. When I burst into the clearing, Noah and Emily were already there, their faces pale. Did you see him? I gasped, barely able to get the words out. They both nodded, their eyes wide. He smiled at me, Emily said, her voice trembling, but it wasn't him. We didn't stop running until we reached the cabin.
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The door slammed shut behind us, and we shoved the old wooden table in front of it for good measure. It wasn't until we turned around that we saw Alex, the real Alex, standing in the kitchen doorway, rubbing his eyes. "'What's going on?' he asked, his voice groggy. We stared at him, too stunned to speak. Finally, I managed to choke out, "'We—we saw you—in the woods.'" His face changed then.
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The color drained from it, and his eyes darted to the windows. "'Lock everything,' he said, his voice low and urgent. "'Don't make a sound.' We did as he said, but I couldn't stop shaking. Outside, the forest was quiet again, but it didn't feel right. It felt like something was out there.'
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Alex didn't say anything as we scrambled to lock the doors and windows, but the tension in his movements told me everything I needed to know. This wasn't a game, and whatever we'd seen wasn't something we could explain away. His hand trembled as he bolted the last window, the sound of the lock snapping into place, echoing in the oppressive silence.
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The cabin felt like a flimsy box made of twigs, and outside, the woods pressed against it, dark and heavy. Noah, Emily, and I huddled in the living room while Alex paced, gripping the old rifle he kept behind the door. He muttered under his breath, too low for us to hear, but his face gave him away. He was scared. Alex, the unshakable, was scared. What did you see out there?
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I finally asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. I wasn't sure I wanted the answer. alex stopped pacing his eyes darting to the window he glanced at me then at emily and noah and shook his head it's nothing he said but his tone wasn't convincing probably just some animal messing around It wasn't an animal, Emily said, her voice trembling. It was you, out there, but it wasn't you.
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Alex's jaw tightened and he looked away. Stay inside. Don't open the door for anything. Got it? Before we could protest, he turned and stepped out onto the porch, slamming the door behind him. We all froze, listening to the heavy thud of his boots as he moved down the steps.
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Through the window I could just barely make out his silhouette disappearing into the trees, the rifle slung over his shoulder. For a long time none of us spoke. The cabin creaked around us, the old wood groaning as if under some invisible weight. The silence outside was absolute, and that was the worst part. No wind, no insects, no night birds. Just stillness.
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and then we heard it a scream tore through the night raw and guttural a sound that didn't belong to anything natural it wasn't alex it couldn't have been alex it was too deep too twisted like the sound of metal scraping against stone it sent a shiver down my spine and emily grabbed my arm her nails digging into my skin What was that? Noah whispered, his voice barely audible.
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Her face was pale, her eyes wide with terror. For a second I thought it was just another one of her trances, her strange connection to the thing that haunted us. But then I heard it too. The scraping sound, like nails dragging across the cabin walls. I bolted upright, grabbing the shotgun from the floor. The sound circled the cabin, slow and deliberate, like it wanted us to know it was there.
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None of us had an answer. We stared at the door, half expecting it to burst open, but nothing happened. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. I started to think Alex wasn't coming back. Maybe whatever was out there had gotten him. And then, suddenly, the door slammed open.
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alex stumbled inside slamming it shut and bolting it behind him his face was pale his shirt torn and there was a scratch running down his arm the blood dark against his skin he leaned against the door breathing heavily his eyes darting around the room like he was still looking for something what happened I asked, my voice shaking. He didn't answer right away.
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He moved to the window, peering out into the darkness. It's gone, he finally said, though he didn't sound convinced. He turned back to us, his face grim. Everyone stays together. No one goes near the windows, and no one goes outside. Got it. "'What's out there?' Emily asked, tears streaming down her face. Alex hesitated, his hand tightening on the rifle. "'I don't know,' he admitted.
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"'But it's not human.' The room fell into an uneasy silence. I wanted to ask more, but something in Alex's expression stopped me. Instead, we sat together in the corner of the room, the three of us pressed against each other while Alex kept watch." As the hours dragged on, the oppressive silence returned. But it didn't feel empty.
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It felt full, like something was out there, circling the cabin, waiting. Every so often I thought I heard faint whispers, too low to make out but just loud enough to set my teeth on edge. And then, as if the forest itself decided to exhale, the whispers grew louder. At first, they sounded like the wind brushing against the cabin walls. But then they became voices. Familiar voices.
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Emily, a voice called, soft and coaxing. It sounded like my mother. Come outside, sweetheart. It's okay. Emily stiffened, her eyes wide. That's not... It's not her, she whispered, clutching my arm. Then another voice joined in. Noah, it said, and I recognized it immediately. It was Alex's voice, but Alex was right here, sitting in front of us, gripping his rifle so tightly his knuckles were white.
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The whispers grew louder, overlapping and chaotic. They called our names, each voice more convincing than the last. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block them out, but they seeped into my head like a bad dream I couldn't wake from. Don't listen to it, Alex said, his voice sharp and commanding. Whatever it is, it's trying to get inside. Don't open that door.
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The voices persisted for hours, clawing at our resolve, until finally, they stopped. The silence returned, heavier than before, and the cabin felt like it was suffocating under its weight. I didn't know how much time had passed. Minutes. Hours. Days. All I knew was that I didn't feel safe anymore, not even with Alex there.
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As the first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the shutters, Alex lowered his rifle. It's gone, he said, though he didn't sound convinced. We didn't argue. We were too tired, too scared. But as the sunlight stretched across the floor, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still out there. just beyond the treeline, waiting for the darkness to return.
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Dawn felt like a fragile reprieve, the weak sunlight spilling through the gaps in the shutters doing little to chase away the fear that clung to us. Alex hadn't said a word since declaring it was gone. He just sat there, staring at the rifle across his knees, like it was the only thing keeping whatever was out there at bay.
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Grace clung to me, trembling, her nails digging into my arm. "'What do we do?' she asked, her voice barely audible. I didn't have an answer. I just knew we couldn't stay. The sound stopped suddenly, and the silence that followed was worse. It pressed down on us, thick and suffocating. Then the door rattled. I aimed the shotgun, my hands shaking.
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none of us wanted to stay in the cabin but the thought of leaving felt even worse the woods outside were too still too quiet as though the trees themselves were holding a secret we weren't meant to know even the birds usually so lively at dawn were silent it wasn't until alex stood up stiff and pale that any of us moved we need to leave he said his voice flat Pack up whatever you can carry.
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We're heading out as soon as the sun's high enough. I wanted to believe we'd actually make it out of there, but the tension in Alex's voice made my stomach churn. Something about the way he avoided looking at us made it clear he wasn't convinced we'd make it either. We scrambled to gather our things, moving quickly, speaking in whispers.
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Noah was digging through the kitchen drawers when Alex froze by the door. He patted his pockets, then his face twisted in panic. The keys, he muttered. I had them last night. We all froze, staring at him. You had them when you went outside, Emily said softly. Alex didn't respond. His silence said everything. The keys were gone, and that meant one of two things.
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They were somewhere in the cabin, or they were out there. Alex didn't hesitate. Stay here, he said, grabbing the rifle. Lock the door behind me. If I'm not back in an hour... You're not going out there. Emily cut him off, her voice trembling. You don't know what's waiting for you. I know exactly what's out there, Alex snapped. He softened almost immediately, his shoulders sagging.
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That's why I have to go. You can't. Before we could stop him, he opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight. The door clicked shut behind him, and we locked it, standing there in stunned silence. We waited. Minutes turned into an hour. The sunlight crept higher into the room, but it didn't bring the warmth or safety we hoped for.
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The quiet outside pressed against the cabin walls like a physical weight. I tried to listen for Alex's footsteps, his voice, anything, but there was nothing. Just the maddening stillness. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. He's been gone too long, I said. What if he's hurt? What if... I couldn't bring myself to finish the thought.
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Every time I tried to sleep, I pictured the twisted branches, the strange footprints, the hushed rustle on the slope. Part of me was flat out terrified, but another part was hooked. I needed to know what we were dealing with. Needed to see it with my own eyes, once and for all. It took some convincing, okay, borderline begging. But my friends agreed to go back one last time.
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This time, we planned it differently. No more flirting with sunset. We'd go in early, in broad daylight, do a thorough sweep, and be out before darkness had a chance to swallow us. We told ourselves that if we still couldn't find solid answers, we'd accept the mystery and move on. At least that was the plan. We set out at dawn, the rising sun casting warm light on the dusty trailhead.
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Even the walk leading up to the fir forest felt loaded with suspense, like the trees themselves knew our intentions. The forest canopy was still thick, though patches of light trickled in, illuminating swirling dust motes in the early morning air. It should have felt peaceful, but I was coiled tight with anticipation. By the time we reached the teepee-like structure, the sun was fully up.
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The weird arrangement of logs and branches looked even more deliberate in daylight.
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my friend sarah who had been so skeptical before just stood there shaking her head she murmured something about how there was no way this was natural it felt more like a constructed boundary marker than anything random we combed the area systematically marking any impressions picking up bits of fur caught on broken branches Yeah, fur.
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Not just a stray tuft here or there, but enough to notice a pattern. It was coarse, dark with lighter tips. We collected it carefully in small plastic bags, our minds spinning with possibilities. There was a smell too, musky, pungent, like wet dog mixed with rotting leaves. It made my stomach churn, but it also felt like proof that we weren't chasing ghosts.
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Eventually, we descended into that narrow ravine where we'd heard something moving on the second trip. It was cooler there, the sunlight hitting the ground only in scattered patches. The deeper we went, the more unsettling the atmosphere became.
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giant boulders jutted out at odd angles and fallen trees formed natural barricades like something had been shaping the path to discourage visitors that's when i saw it just a flicker of motion from the corner of my eye my throat went bone dry i raised my hand to signal everyone else to stop we stood dead still every nerve on high alert between two tall firs partially hidden by a thick screen of leaves was a silhouette
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It bounded across the road, spun around, and locked eyes on them again with that cold, white face. My roommate turned the car around in a frenzy, determined to find it or at least prove it was real. But the roads and fields were silent. No movement, no clue. The friend refused to drive back that way for weeks. That was supposed to be the end of it. Two freak encounters in the middle of nowhere.
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Tall, stocky, covered in that same two-toned hair. It wasn't running this time, it was watching us. My heart pounded so hard I could feel my pulse in my temples. The creature shifted, stepping forward just enough for me to make out a thick, powerful frame. I couldn't see its eyes clearly, but I sensed the tension in its stance.
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My friend whispered, oh my god, and started fumbling for her phone, but I gently put my hand on her arm to still her. something in the creature's posture told me it wasn't thrilled to see us yet it wasn't charging either it felt like a stand-off then it made this deep resonant sound an almost guttural warning the trees around us seemed to vibrate with the force of it
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I swear I felt the noise more than heard it, like a low tremor through the ground. My legs wobbled, a primal instinct screaming that I was in the presence of something that could hurt me if it wanted to. But it didn't move closer. It stared for a long moment, as if weighing whether we posed a real threat. I raised my arms in a slow, open gesture, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.
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my entire body was on the verge of bolting but i forced myself to hold my ground the creature gave a strange huff then slid back into the brush ascending the slope with a speed and grace that left us standing there breathless one moment it was there the next the forest swallowed it whole we didn't chase it
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I think a few of us realized at the same time that chasing would be a monumentally bad idea. Instead, we just stood, gripping one another's arms, marveling that the standoff had ended without violence. My brain buzzed with a mix of relief, awe, and lingering fear. Part of me wished we had some perfect, crystal-clear footage to show the world.
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another part knew it was enough just to have seen it and walked away in one piece after a few shaky breaths we gathered what composure we could and decided to head back none of us wanted to press our luck on the way down we found the courage to talk quietly about what we'd seen the footprints the smell the fur and finally that face almost hidden behind the leaves
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It felt like we'd intruded on another intelligence, something that had staked out its home here, way too close to civilization for comfort, but hidden by the thick undergrowth. It was near midday when we emerged onto the main trail. The sun shone brighter than I'd expected, the warmth on my shoulders a stark reminder that we hadn't been gone long in terms of hours.
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yet it felt like we'd lived an entire lifetime in that ravine the rest of the hike was silent except for the rhythmic crunch of our boots and the occasional shaky laugh whenever someone muttered what just happened at the parking lot we regrouped around our cars unsaid questions hanging in the air we had hair samples and faint phone videos of leaves moving but nothing that could truly capture what we experienced
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Honestly, it hardly mattered. We knew we'd touch something beyond our day-to-day lives, and there was a powerful, almost sacred finality in leaving it behind undisturbed. By that afternoon, we promised we'd keep our eyes and ears open for other stories, other signs. But we all agreed, we wouldn't intrude again. It was like we'd signed an unspoken pact with that forest. Respect its boundaries.
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Let the creature live as it was meant to. And maybe, just maybe, it would keep granting us safe passage. I haven't been back since, but I can't say I won't ever go. The memory still lingers in the back of my mind, especially when I'm alone at night. Every now and then, I relive that moment of eye contact, if you can call it that. and wonder if it might happen again.
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Strange as it sounds, there's a small part of me that hopes it does. Because for one brief moment, fear and fascination collided, and I realized there are still corners of our world that remain wild, vast, and deeply mysterious. I grew up on a stretch of land tucked behind Rattlesnake Ridge, an expanse of farmland and forest that stretched farther than my young eyes could measure.
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But things only got worse. One night, my roommate was coming back from a late shift and decided to avoid that same road, going a longer route instead. Midway through, as he was passing by a fenced-off construction site, he spotted movement in his rearview mirror. Something was in the distance, bounding at an unnatural speed, half hunched over like it was ready to leap.
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For most of my childhood, it felt like my personal playground. My older brother and I spent countless afternoons chasing each other across the fields. And if we wanted a change of pace, we'd wander down to this cluster of thin alder trees off the lower pasture. The trunks were so flexible that you could climb halfway up, then lean forward and ride them back down like a giant springboard.
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It was a thrill, branches snapping beneath us, the ground rushing up, both of us whooping with excitement. That was our world, wide open, full of life and possibility. One autumn day, everything changed. I remember the bite of the crisp air, the hint of damp moss as we hiked the gentle slope toward our favorite bendy alders.
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The two of us were already knee-deep in mud by the time we reached them, eager for the adrenaline we got from swaying to the ground. Snap. Crash. Just normal everyday noises that went along with our games. We knew what breaking branches sounded like. Small twigs made a quick pop. Thicker ones created this deeper crack. It never scared us.
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Not until we heard something that shouldn't have been there. We'd just finished a round of our makeshift tree surfing when a different kind of snapping started echoing through the grove. Louder. Heavier. It cut through the air with a force I'd never experienced.
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my brother glanced at me his smile twisting into alarm and i realized he heard it too we both froze the cracking sounds kept rolling in growing louder with each second as if logs two or three times thicker than the ones we were playing on were being torn apart I tried to make sense of it. We knew the rumble of bulldozers and tractors. Our dad worked those machines all the time.
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But this was different. Like some massive presence was crushing trunks underfoot. It felt too random, too wild for any piece of equipment. The worst part was we couldn't see the source of the noise. The trees formed a wall of leafy shadows around us. And beyond that, everything felt eerily dim. Suddenly, it all stopped. Not gradually. One second it was there, the next it was dead quiet.
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We were left standing with our breath ragged, our heads craned, scanning the alders for a glimpse of whatever was out there. A cold prickle of dread coiled in my gut. The land we knew so well felt strange and unwelcoming, like something dangerous was lurking just beyond our sight.
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My brother started to whisper something, maybe to tell me to head back, when a roar, or a howl, I don't even know how to label it, ripped through the silence. It was so powerful I could practically feel it in my chest. Every hair on my neck prickled and my legs seemed to move on their own, stumbling backward away from the tree line.
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My brother was right beside me, muttering words under his breath that I couldn't make out.
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we didn't linger to see if the creature if that's what it was would step into view we tore up that slope sliding on loose gravel nearly colliding with each other in our haste i remember the metallic taste of adrenaline in my mouth when we reached the house we barged in through the back door panting so hard it took a minute to speak
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our mom stood there alarmed but as soon as we tried to explain babbling about snapping trees and an impossible roar her face softened into a look i recognized all too well disbelief probably a bear she said or you two just got yourselves worked up No matter how hard we insisted it was bigger, louder, more frightening than any bear, she wouldn't budge.
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He slammed the brakes, hoping he was just tired and seeing shadows. The figure came closer, its shape illuminated by a flickering streetlight, and it had that same black fur and pale face. He didn't stick around to see more. He floored the gas and took off. When he finally glanced back the road was empty again. A few days after that, I got a call from him at around 4 in the morning.
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She told us to clean off our muddy shoes and go about our day. That night, though, I could barely settle into my bed. Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts wandered back to the moment that relentless crashing fell silent and how an unearthly roar seemed to rip through the air. The lower pasture, the place that had once felt like our personal amusement park—
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now felt like a different realm altogether. I wanted to forget it, chalk it up to an overactive imagination, but I couldn't push it from my mind. Later, I'd have to start waking up before dawn to feed our cattle down near those same alders. It was a chore I used to do with ease, no flashlight needed, comfortable in my own backyard.
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After what happened, I found myself standing at the door each morning, heart pounding as I peered outside at the black silhouettes of the trees. The thought of crossing that stretch of land made me shiver. I'd force myself to go, but every crunch of a leaf would raise the hairs on my arms. That roar played on a loop in my head. I should have known it was only the beginning.
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there was more to that roar than just a single terrifying afternoon deep down a part of me sensed that whatever lurked in the alder grove wasn't finished leaving its mark on our property or on me it had been a few weeks since that day in the alder grove and i was still on edge during daylight i managed to keep most of the worry tucked away but once the sun dipped below the ridge line all bets were off sleeping became a nightly struggle
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Every snapping twig outside turned my thoughts back to whatever had roared at us. My parents stuck to their theory that it was just a confused bear, though I think they noticed how tense I was each time I had to walk down to the barn. They offered no real comfort beyond that. Life on a farm meant chores didn't stop, fear or not. One evening, exhaustion finally got the better of me.
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I'd spent hours chasing down a stray calf and was yawning by dusk. I remember collapsing onto my bed, half-dressed, drifting in and out of sleep while a slice of moonlight cut across the bedroom floor. It must have been nearly two in the morning when I stirred, aware of my flip clock's faint glow. The display read 145, those bright, illuminated numbers casting a hazy light around the room.
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My eyes were gritty with fatigue, but nature was calling, so I swung my feet over the edge of the mattress. That was when I happened to glance at the window. At first, I saw just the road. We'd cleared a few trees near the house the previous summer, so I had an unobstructed view of the dirt path heading downhill. The moon was full and high, bathing everything in a faint silver tone.
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I blinked, trying to decide if my mind was playing tricks, because off to the right, near the tree line, there was something moving. It stepped into clearer view. Tall, broad, and unlike any person I'd ever seen. Even at night I could make out the dark shape of towering shoulders. Its head looked proportionately big, though I couldn't see details.
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The fence down there was about five feet tall, yet the figure's torso hovered well above it. i froze watching as it took two strides across the road that's how i knew it wasn't human no one could cross that span so quickly let alone look so massive in the process there was an unsettling grace to its movements like it could glide without effort
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My thoughts drifted back to that explosive roar in the alder grove, and a jolt of dread coursed through me. I realized it might be the same thing, some unknown creature roaming our land, crossing the pasture under the moon's gaze. Any hope that I'd imagined everything before evaporated in that moment.
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He was practically yelling into the phone, telling me to get outside immediately with a flashlight. I stepped onto our front yard, bracing for whatever had him so worked up. A minute later, his car screeched up to the curb. He jumped out and said he'd spotted the creature skulking around a block away from our house.
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Panicking, I reached over to flip my clock face down, afraid that even that mild glow might give away my presence.
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then i inched myself lower on the mattress doing my best to slip out of view every breath felt like it echoed through the entire room a thousand questions tore through my mind would it come closer could it peer into my window if it wanted to i had never felt so vulnerable pressed into the creaking springs of my own bed
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outside the figure vanished behind the angled slope of the hill i lay there in the darkness unmoving praying it would keep going my heart pounded against my ribcage and each passing second crawled by i considered jumping up to close the curtains but i couldn't bring myself to do it too risky After a while, silence settled back in, broken only by the croak of a frog somewhere near the stream.
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Still, I stayed pinned in place. The urge to flee or scream battled with the instinct to remain absolutely still. Dawn eventually sneaked in through the window, orange light stretching across the floor. Only then did I dare to move.
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my body ached from being tensed all night and my eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep no matter how hard i tried to rationalize it i couldn't dismiss what i'd witnessed whatever i'd seen was real and it was big i had no doubt it was connected to the ruckus in the aldergrove Part of me wanted to warn everyone, shout that we needed to barricade the house.
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But I also knew my parents would just shake their heads. My brother might believe me. He'd heard that roar too. But I wasn't sure how much more I could say before sounding hysterical. That morning, the chore list was waiting for me as usual, pinned to the fridge. I had no choice but to head outside again, the memory of that giant silhouette still etched in my mind.
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The world felt just a little less secure, and I realized with growing unease that I might never view our farm the same way again. The morning after I spotted that silhouette outside my window,
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i tried one last time to convince my parents something far bigger than any bear roamed our property my mother cut me off with a patient smile telling me to worry less about monsters and more about my chores my dad equally skeptical suggested i pack some pepper spray if i was so nervous it was maddening
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Only my older brother believed me, and that was mostly because he'd been there in the alder grove when the forest erupted with that terrifying roar. Even then, I sensed a flicker of doubt in his eyes, like he wondered if maybe I was overhyping the nighttime sighting. Still, I couldn't let it go.
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We started patrolling the neighborhood, adrenaline driving us to do something that in hindsight might have been a bad idea. After half an hour, we rounded a corner near a small playground. The area was lit by just one street lamp, and we both swear we saw a dark shape perched on top of the swing set, craning its head as if it was surveying the quiet streets.
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Every trip to the barn, every trek to the far pasture, I found myself scanning the treeline for anything out of place. At night, I'd lie awake, listening for heavy footsteps or another earth-shaking roar. Sleep became rare. Each day, I was more convinced our land wasn't ours alone. When my brother finally admitted he was tired of tossing and turning himself, we made a pact to figure it out.
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or at least confront whatever was lurking. We waited until the moon rose high again, just shy of full. Under the cover of darkness, we snuck out of the house with a flashlight and a hand-me-down camera. We agreed to stake out the edge of the property line near the dirt road, where I'd last seen that colossal figure.
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The night was cold enough to sting our lungs when we breathed, and the air felt heavy with apprehension. beyond the faint ring of our flashlight's beam the world was a black canvas even the barn usually a comforting sight looked like a looming shape of wooden slats and rusted metal at first we heard only the hum of crickets and an occasional distant shuffle from the cattle
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Then a low, resonant thump reached our ears. It sounded like something incredibly large was maneuvering through the undergrowth, branches scratching together in the dark. We tensed, gripping each other's arms for support. The cattle started to move restlessly in their pen, letting out anxious moos as though sensing a nearby threat.
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suddenly a roar shattered the silence very much like the one we'd heard weeks ago it reverberated through my ribcage urgent and furious my brother fumbled with the flashlight nearly dropping it in that half second of wild swinging light i spotted a hulking outline at the far end of the pasture partially masked by shadow before we could get a better look the roar came again it wasn't closing in it felt more like a warning
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My brother yanked me backward and we sprinted for the house. My feet barely registered the ground. I expected to feel hot breath at my back or sense the pounding of massive footsteps behind us. But that didn't happen. Once we reached the porch, we dared to glance over our shoulders. The pasture lay still and dark. The cattle jittery but not in full panic.
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The creature, if it had followed at all, had melted back into the night. The next day, our parents noted how rattled we looked, but no miraculous conversion happened. Still, the two of us had our proof, at least in our own minds. We knew something had chosen our property as part of its domain.
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I asked myself if we should call the police or maybe some wildlife official, but all I had was a murky outline and a roar that defied any normal explanation. In the end, we settled into an unspoken deal. We'd be more careful, move quietly around the lower fields, and leave it to its own territory. Over time, the nights became calmer for us.
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I never forgot the heft of that roar or the powerful shape that left me trembling. But it seemed content to keep its distance if we kept ours. I like to think our land holds more than meets the eye, a slice of raw wilderness where man doesn't fully reign. Sometimes I still wonder if I should have fought harder for the world to believe my story.
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Then again, maybe this strange truce was exactly what let life go on, and that was enough for me. I've been living out here in the Appalachian Mountains for most of my life, and I always thought I knew what to expect once the sun went down. Coyotes yipping in the distance, maybe a black bear rustling around. Nothing much shakes me. But on this night...
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Then, like it sensed our presence, it crouched low and dropped to the ground in a swift, fluid motion. That same ghastly white face appeared for just a heartbeat before it vanished behind a neighboring fence. We ran over, hearts pounding, but found nothing but the faint rustle of the desert breeze.
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everything changed let me start by saying my evening had been uneventful just chores and a quick dinner before midnight rolled around jacks my retriever was curled up by the fireplace like he always is he's the most relaxed dog on the planet rarely even barks unless the mailman shows up
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That's why I nearly dropped my coffee when I heard this growl coming from him, deep and raw, unlike anything I'd heard before. I glanced at him and saw he was standing rigid, hackles raised, eyes fixed on the window. I couldn't see anything but my own reflection in the glass, and I tried to shrug it off, mumbling something like, easy buddy, but inside I was rattled.
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I've never seen Jax look that tense, tail stiff, nose practically glued to the window. It was enough to get my heart pounding. Soon, I realized I still had to lock up my workshop down the slope behind the house. Normally this isn't a big deal, just a quick trip in the dark with a flashlight, but the way Jax was acting? Let's just say I was on edge. Still, I convinced myself it was no big deal.
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I grabbed my coat, clicked on the flashlight, and headed out. Jax insisted on coming, practically pressing against my leg with every step. Outside, the air felt strange. I couldn't place why. Maybe it was too still. No crickets. No wind through the branches. Just a heavy quiet. Halfway to the workshop, Jax let out another warning growl that made my stomach tighten.
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Before I could turn on my heel, I noticed the workshop door was slightly open, even though I was sure I'd closed it earlier. My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to keep going. I tugged the door shut and locked it, and that's when this insane commotion erupted in the woods behind me. I can't fully do the sound justice, but it was like a sudden surge of noise tearing through the undergrowth.
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Branches snapping, leaves crunching, almost like a crowd sprinting among the trees. I froze, and Jax just pressed against me, teeth bared. Whatever caused that ruckus had to be larger than a raccoon or fox. It sounded massive. My hands were shaking so badly that I fumbled with the flashlight, nearly dropping it.
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i backed up toward the house trying not to break into a sprint though my legs were begging me to run the closer we got to the porch the more frantic everything felt i got inside practically shoved the door shut and slid the deadbolt into place My brain was racing, trying to explain what I'd just heard. A bunch of deer. A bear with cubs. But it was so loud, so widespread, like multiple creatures.
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The fifth time it appeared, at least the fifth time he can say for certain, it was near that same open field where the story began. My roommate thought it might be wise to confront his fear head on.
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I stood in the hallway, breath hitching, jacks at my feet, staring at the door. I realized I'd left my pistol upstairs. Adrenaline was making my hands tremble. My pulse hammered as I rushed to my bedroom, grabbed the gun, and made sure it was loaded.
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i've never felt so desperate to be armed in my own home just as i debated whether to investigate or hide jacks let out a bark that bark he only does that when something's seriously wrong so against every instinct i headed back out on to the porch with my flashlight and pistol My chest was tight, my breathing uneven, but I needed to know if there was an intruder or some animal messing around.
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I scanned the tree line with the beam. Nothing moved. Silence reigned, almost unnaturally, as though nature itself took a step back, waiting to see what I'd do next. Then, just as I was about to turn and go inside, I heard this low murmur, more like a swarm of hushed voices than a single sound. It came from the very edge of my property, out near where the trees thickened. My stomach dropped.
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It didn't sound like English, but it was disturbingly close to speech. Jax whimpered, tail tucked, as if he wanted to drag me inside. I couldn't see anything, but it felt like eyes were on me, a presence both everywhere and nowhere. The murmurs seemed to shift direction, echoing out from multiple spots at once.
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My light swept across the yard, revealing not one silhouette, not one flicker of movement. Yet the voices, if that's what they were, didn't stop. A wave of nausea hit me so hard I thought I might collapse right there on the porch. I forced myself to breathe through it, whispering Jax's name for a shred of comfort. After what felt like ages, I managed to pull myself back inside.
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That door had never felt so flimsy. I latched it and checked the windows, too spooked to turn on any indoor lights, hoping that darkness would hide me. The night wasn't over, though. I had a terrible feeling this was only the beginning. Like whatever was out there wasn't done with me. That was the moment I realized I wasn't just dealing with some random animal.
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so he parked on the shoulder of that lonely road engine idling headlights pointed toward the tall grass he walked out with a powerful flashlight scanning the dark for any sign of movement maybe he hoped the creature wouldn't show and that he'd be able to tell himself it had all been in his head but as he swept the light across the field something moved a shape rose up slowly hunched but distinctly powerful
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This felt orchestrated, purposeful, and it was tightening around me, step by step. I didn't have a clue what was causing it, but I knew one thing for sure. My home, my safe space, was no longer secure. Jax's instincts had been right from the start, and I dreaded what might be next. I had barely closed my eyes for a second, couldn't rest even if I tried, with every nerve in my body on high alert.
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Jax was tense, pacing the living room and refusing to leave the front door. I kept the lights off, thinking somehow it would make me less of a target. My phone sat on the table, but out here in the middle of nowhere, good luck trying to call for help. Even if I did get a signal, what could I possibly say to emergency services?"
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Hello, yes, there are voices surrounding my house, and I don't see anyone but my dog is freaking out. That weird muttering from outside seemed to vibrate through the walls, like a low chorus of whispers just behind the wooden panels. It was maddening because I couldn't single out a phrase or identify if it was even human speech.
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It rose and fell in waves, and every so often, it almost sounded like... Chanting, I guess. I was too rattled to be sure. All I knew was that my gut told me there were multiple presences out there. More than one set of footsteps had circled the house after I first came inside. After another minute of pacing, I finally thought, screw it, I need to see what's happening.
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i edged over to the window beside my front door careful not to rustle the curtains the instant i leaned forward the noise outside cut off like someone hit a switch in its place was the deepest most all-consuming silence not a single insect chirping no rustle of leaves just my own ragged breathing
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i can't express how unsettling it is to realize that whatever's out there knows when you move the second i froze i heard a slight shuffle near the corner of the house then that quiet murmuring started back up again more agitated than before i grabbed my pistol from the coffee table and quietly approached another window that looked out toward the gravel driveway jacks followed ears down and tail stiff as if he expected an attack
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When I shifted the curtain a millimeter, the mumbles faded out again. Something was definitely keyed into every movement I made, and that realization caused my stomach to churn. Time dragged on. I checked my phone. 1.47 AM. It had only been an hour since I'd first heard that thunderous crashing in the woods, but it felt like half the night had passed.
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I decided to kill the darkness with a chance at visibility, so I clicked on the porch light. Nothing in the yard, no bodies, no shapes, not even a stray raccoon. My flashlight remained on the table, but I felt no urge to go out there again. A part of me sensed if I opened that door, I'd be swallowed whole. Jax's eyes stayed locked on the windows.
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Now and then, a single footstep crunched the gravel outside, slow and deliberate. One step, pause. Another step, pause. it was unbearable not to open a window and yell but i couldn't bring myself to be that reckless my mind kept thinking back on old stories from my grandparents about things in the hills that weren't exactly animal and not quite human either
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Tales I'd once dismissed as pure folklore. But here I was, feeling cornered by something I couldn't see. To keep myself sane, I jotted notes on a pad. What times I heard the footsteps, what they sounded like, how the whispering seemed to move around the property in a clockwise pattern.
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Once or twice, I considered switching on music or the TV just to drown it out, but a voice in my head told me to stay alert, not to mask the sounds. After all, if something crashed through the door, I needed to know instantly. Hours crawled by this way, my nerves were shot, my hands clammy, and every muscle ached with tension.
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in the wash of his flashlight beam he caught that same contrast black body white human-like face and then it sprinted straight for the fence line that bordered the field leaping over the chain link like it was no obstacle at all my roommate froze half thinking he might chase it but reason kicked in and he got back in his car and tore out of there
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I found myself drifting off only to jolt awake seconds later whenever jacks twitched. It was like living on a fault line, expecting the earth to quake at any moment. Meanwhile, the murmurs persisted outside, underscored by that dead silent hush whenever I tried to move. It was a twisted game. They made sure I knew they were there, but not once did I see a face or a form.
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sometime around four thirty or maybe closer to five a m the tone of the murmuring changed hard to explain but the pitch went lower almost guttural then slowly the sounds started drifting away deeper into the woods
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i caught faint rustling through the thick brush then a final few snaps of branches in their wake frogs croaked and a couple of birds called it was as if the natural world had been stifled all night and finally breathed again relief washed over me but it wasn't that comforting I still felt like I might vomit from the stress. I checked each window for any sign of movement. Nothing.
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The gravel driveway looked untouched, aside from my own footprints. Jax gradually relaxed, though he wouldn't lie down until the first pale light of dawn crept across the horizon.
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once i was fairly certain the immediate threat had disappeared i stepped outside on to the porch for a breath of air pistol clutched tight in my hand the yard was a mess of broken branches and the lingering smell of disturbed soil clung to the morning breeze Yet, bizarrely, there were no footprints, no trace of a crowd or gang of animals.
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The only proof was in my shaking limbs and Jax's raw-edged stare. I spent sunrise going back and forth, mentally replaying each horrifying moment. My place still felt uneasy, like the echoes of those voices might start up again any second. I didn't dare pack up and leave. Part of me needed to know if this was a one-time nightmare or an ongoing threat.
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I downed two cups of coffee, watched the brightening sky, and told myself I'd figure out what to do next. For now, daylight was my only shield, and I was not about to let my guard down. Jax and I sat there in a haunted silence, expecting something to re-emerge, hoping that it wouldn't.
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sunrise brought the faintest sense of relief yet my nerves still buzzed with every stray sound i locked the doors sealed every window and tried to make sense of what had just happened but nothing about it fit neatly into the realm of normal Part of me wanted to believe that it was some freak incident, maybe a collective hallucination brought on by stress.
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Still, the unease in my chest whispered that whatever took up residence in the darkness that night is out there, lurking beyond the edges of reason, waiting for another moment to slip back into my world. For now, I've recounted every detail here, hoping to warn others. Sometimes, the eerie stories we dismiss might be truer than we're willing to admit.
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Every time he recounts these episodes, he swears he's wide awake and sober. He talks about the way the creature seems to appear and vanish at will, leaving no trace except the sense of dread that lingers for hours. Every now and then, he wonders if it's some messed up prank or elaborate costume, but nothing explains the way it moves, like gravity barely applies.
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I've been drawn to the Appalachian region for as long as I can remember. Something about those towering slopes and shadowy hollows always felt like a gateway into a different world. Beautiful, yet laced with an unsettling aura that's tough to articulate.
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a few friends and i decided to head out to holly river state park in west virginia lured by rumors of an old family cemetery hidden up on a ridge we had only a vague idea of where it might be all we knew was that we needed to follow a winding trail that cut through dense undergrowth before climbing up toward this rumored graveyard
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so the three of us piled into my car early that morning excited by the prospect of a day hike the drive itself was so quiet that we began making offhand jokes like something was waiting out there just beyond view maybe it was nerves talking or maybe i'd had too much coffee Either way, my stomach churned in that weird way it does when you're both excited and half spooked.
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He figured the biggest worry was wildlife or a stray deer darting across his path. But that changed fast. He said that while driving along these unfamiliar back roads, he kept spotting movement in the edges of the headlights. At first, he brushed it off, probably coyotes, maybe a raccoon. Then something shifted right next to his window, much closer than he expected.
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When we arrived, the parking lot near the main trailhead had a few vehicles, but we didn't cross paths with any actual people. The entire place seemed deserted. We shrugged, figuring everyone must have already started their morning treks. After all, Holly River is a decently sized park. Folks could be scattered across countless trails.
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I tried to keep my mind on the gorgeous landscape, moss-covered stones, towering hardwoods, and the occasional chirp of a distant bird. Yet there was this hush underneath it all, like nature had dialed itself down a notch. We kicked off our hike around midday. The sky was overcast, so the light filtering through the branches came in muted silvery patches.
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The trail was pretty well worn at first, so we made quick progress. The chatter between us died off once we noticed how oddly calm the forest felt. Everything about the place demanded our attention, from the tangled roots underfoot to the looming canopy overhead.
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Occasionally we'd catch snatches of movement in our peripheral vision, maybe squirrels, but the scuttling always stopped the moment we tried to look closer. My friend commented that it seemed like the place was sizing us up, and nobody argued. We pressed on, climbing steadily. Eventually, we left the official trail in search of that old graveyard.
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The path we followed was more of a half-remembered rumor than a marked route. A fallen tree forced us to detour through thick brush, and my arms got scratched up enough that I started wishing we'd picked an easier day hike. Still, I couldn't help feeling compelled to keep going. There was a raw, ancient feel to the land that I couldn't let go of. A couple hours in, the terrain turned steep.
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Loose stones threatened to send us sliding if we weren't careful, and we had to cling to exposed roots for stability. We nearly missed the cemetery altogether, spotting it only because of a warped iron gate that caught the corner of my friend's eye. A row of leaning tombstones stood beyond, the lettering on them faded and chipped.
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If I didn't know any better, I'd say they'd been here for centuries. Up close, the graveyard gave off an atmosphere that bordered on oppressive. The headstones bore names we could barely read, and the ground was covered in tangled weeds. The three of us wandered, taking pictures and gingerly brushing aside overgrown vines.
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every so often a subtle breeze would move past us bringing with it a musty odor that reminded me of damp soil and decaying leaves my pulse was hammering in my ears for reasons i couldn't explain but i tried to play it cool we stayed longer than we intended mostly because we were fascinated and maybe a little horrified
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by the idea that entire families could be buried out here forgotten by time each time the wind picked up we paused half expecting something or someone to step out from behind those looming trees it was all in my head i told myself probably just a side effect of being in a graveyard at sunset
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And that face, so deathly white and human-looking, stays burned into his memory. We've considered setting up night vision cameras or getting more people to stake out the area, but honestly, we're not sure we even want to find out what's lurking out there. My roommate isn't someone prone to flights of fancy, which makes the stories even more chilling.
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By the time we left, the sun had started sliding down the sky, painting the ridge in murky oranges and purples. We hadn't planned on night hiking, but it was creeping up on us fast. The idea of navigating a dark forest trail made our nerves spike, so we decided the park's main road would be safer, even if it was a bit out of the way.
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We figured it couldn't be more than a few miles to loop around and reach the campground parking lot. Leaving that cemetery felt like stepping away from a forgotten realm. Once we hit a semblance of a trail again, a fragile sense of relief settled over us. But it was short-lived. The path to the road was riddled with roots, slippery patches, and random branches that snagged at our clothes.
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little cracks and snaps echoed in the brush just enough to keep us on edge we hurried along willing ourselves not to think about the dark shapes dancing in our peripherals finally we broke free of the tree line and spotted the asphalt up ahead the sense of relief was almost overwhelming like stumbling onto a lifeline in the middle of nowhere
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But an uneasy vibe still trailed behind us, no matter how hard we tried to shake it. The light was fading fast, and the road itself looked empty in both directions. No cars, no people, nothing. Just a hush that felt downright eerie. That's where the first leg of our journey ended, with us stepping onto that road and peering into the early twilight.
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Looking back, I realize we had no clue how unsettling the next stretch would be. In the moment, though, we were just grateful to be out of the thick woods. Little did we know, that relief was about to dissolve quicker than we could have imagined. After stumbling out of the treeline, we reached this narrow asphalt road that was supposed to lead us back to the campground.
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And for a few fleeting moments, we were relieved. No more tripping over roots or scraping our arms on undergrowth.
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the wind seemed calmer too though i swear the air felt heavier than it had in the woods with dusk rolling in we figured we had maybe three miles to cover tops but it was eerily quiet i mean you'd expect at least a car or two to pass by in a park this size even late in the day instead we had this winding stretch of road all to ourselves i remember my friend joking we're basically the only people left on earth
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and none of us cracked a real smile we picked a direction based on a ragged sign pointing toward the campground and started walking the sun melting into the horizon behind us as we hiked along the darkness deepened the trees on either side of us stood like silent onlookers Every so often, something would stir in the brush, maybe a small critter or a bird, but we never saw anything.
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That emptiness felt unnatural, like the park itself was waiting for something to happen. We'd covered about half the distance when we spotted the silhouettes. Up ahead, illuminated by the faint remnants of twilight, were at least five figures. They were just standing there in the middle of the road, as if they were waiting for us.
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Relief surged through me for a second, thankful that we weren't the only ones out there. My friend even waved, though none of them waved back. We moved closer, calling out a timid, hey or two, hoping for some response. Nothing. They were close enough now that I should have been able to make out features, faces, hair color, clothing details.
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His friend, the one who freaked out in the passenger seat, won't even talk about it anymore. And I'm left wondering if it's only a matter of time before more folks around Phoenix start seeing that same eerie figure crossing roads at impossible speeds, pausing just long enough to make that unnerving eye contact.
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But it was like I could only see the general shape of them, as if the light was playing tricks. The weirdest part was that they didn't make a sound. No conversation, no footsteps shuffling on asphalt. They were just there, like placeholders. Then, without warning, they started to fade. One by one, they flickered in and out until all that remained was a vacant stretch of road.
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The three of us were rooted in place, trying to process what was happening. We weren't imagining this. There had to be a rational explanation. maybe our eyes were messing with us after the dim forest or maybe they'd just slipped away into the dark but as we reached the exact spot where we'd seen them it was clear there was nowhere to go on one side a sheer drop fell away into a valley
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The other side was a jagged slope of rock that would have been nearly impossible to climb quietly, even in broad daylight. The asphalt itself looked undisturbed, no footprints, no sign of scuffling, not even a stray candy wrapper. Just empty roads stretching off into the shadows. A cold sense of dread settled over us.
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We hung around for a minute, shining phone flashlights and calling out, but nobody answered. The idea of those figures just evaporating forced our tension up several notches. I couldn't tell if we'd witnessed something supernatural or if my eyes were conspiring against me in the low light. Either way, it triggered a kind of primal fear I haven't felt too often in my life.
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We finally decided to press on, hearts thumping from the sudden shift in atmosphere. Every step from then on felt like it echoed a little too loudly. We kept glancing back, convinced we'd see the group again, trailing behind us, or maybe popping up ahead. But there was nothing. At one point, I caught a whiff of a faint odor, sort of earthy and decayed, but it was gone as soon as I noticed it.
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By then, we were moving faster than I'd ever hiked in my life. The final stretch to the campground felt like a fever dream, each of us expecting something horrible to lurch out of the darkness. When we finally caught sight of the campground sign, it was like stepping into another world, only there weren't any people there either.
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The entire place was disturbingly quiet save for the distant rustle of trees. Usually a state park campground has some buzz. Campfires crackling, murmured conversations, maybe a dog barking. We got nothing. Our car was right where we left it, sitting in a patch of moonlit gravel. I can't describe how relieved I was to see it.
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We clambered inside, locking the doors more out of instinct than necessity. Who locks up in a lonely campground?
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but something about that night made every protective move feel justified my friend gunned the ignition and we peeled out headlights pushing back the darkness a little that entire drive out of the park i kept expecting those figures to emerge from the trees or appear in the rearview mirror Only once we hit the main highway did we dare speak about it in more than whispers.
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Because if there's one thing I've learned from hearing his tales, it's that what we don't understand out here in the dark might be a lot closer than we want to believe. I was about eight or nine when my family made the annual trip to our Kickapoo homeland in a remote part of Mexico.
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We tossed around ideas, mass hallucination, illusions caused by the fading light, or maybe some group of locals messing with us. Still, none of those explanations explained the silent disappearance act. Days later, every time I closed my eyes, I'd see those silhouettes flicker and vanish like they'd never existed at all.
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I've heard plenty of stories about weird sightings in the Appalachians, ghostly hikers, phantom lantern lights bobbing through the trees. But until that night, I brushed them off as campfire tales. Now, I'm not so sure.
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all i know is that something happened on that silent road and i can't shake the idea that it was a glimpse into the unknown that's the story of how a simple day trip to holly river spiraled into a haunting mystery that continues to gnaw at me was it some lost echo of the park's past or did we stumble into something far stranger than we were prepared to handle
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Honestly, I still don't have an answer. But there's one thing I can say for sure. The image of those five figures dissolving in the twilight is going to stay with me. I guess not every twist in these old mountains needs a tidy explanation. Sometimes it's enough to know that the darkness holds more secrets than we can ever hope to understand.
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I'm writing this because every time I look back on my experiences out there, I end up pacing around my apartment, uneasy and restless. People love talking about the Appalachian Trail as if it's just scenic overlooks and friendly hikers, but I learned there's a lot more than meets the eye. Before I ever set foot on that route, I was the type of person who devoured paranormal stories.
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Something about the unknown always grabbed my attention. Maybe it's just human nature to chase mysteries. By the time I started planning my extended trek, I'd convinced myself that I was more prepared than most for whatever I'd find in those ancient mountains. The reality? Completely different. I remember my first stretch near Blood Mountain.
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History loomed around every bend, not just from the Civil War sites, but from the remnants of tribal conflicts that went on long before European settlers showed up. The ground felt worn in a way that's tough to put into words, like it had absorbed centuries of voices.
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a couple of nights in i decided to camp alone in a spot where the trees formed a thick canopy letting in only patches of moonlight the moment i unrolled my sleeping gear i noticed that the usual night chorus crickets distant owls had faded There was an odd sensation of being watched from multiple angles. My mind started to wander and I ended up lying awake far longer than I wanted.
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The strange part is, I was positive I spotted movements where there shouldn't have been any, silhouettes flitting at the periphery of my headlamp's glow. Once or twice, I had the distinct impression of a figure standing behind a distant trunk dressed in something that didn't fit modern times.
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i never got a clear look but that sense of stepping across some invisible threshold kept me wired until sunrise a few weeks later i ventured closer to harper's ferry where you can literally walk among the traces of the civil war trenches One late afternoon, as the light shifted from gold to a dull gray, I saw a person in old-style military gear drifting along a sunken path.
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This was something we did every year, a time when relatives from Oklahoma, Texas, and Kansas all converged on my grandmother Tana's land for important traditions. Tana's property sprawled at the base of a forbidding mountain range that everyone treated with serious caution. People said those mountains could twist your mind if you ventured too far up without the right protections.
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My brain tried to rationalize. Maybe it's a reenactor. Maybe I was exhausted. But the person, or whatever it was, vanished almost instantly. The spot fell silent, like everything around had decided to pause. For a second I questioned if I was alone in that corridor of battered earth. It left me on edge for the next several days, scanning every ridgeline in case something else appeared.
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But nothing compares to the night a bear and I had our awkward confrontation. I'd rigged up a hammock between two sturdy trunks and dozed off, lulled by the distant rustling. At some unknown hour, a firm prod against my back startled me awake. I reacted without thinking, twisting around and striking with my hand. I connected with fur and realized in horror it was a bear's muzzle.
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Adrenaline shot through me as I waited for it to decide if I was more trouble than I was worth. Instead, it crashed off through the brush, leaving me stunned and trying to slow my breathing. The rest of that evening, every single noise made me tense up, braced for a second round that, thankfully, never came. Funny thing is, when I mention this to people, they usually fixate on the bear encounter.
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They don't realize that animals, wild as they might be, don't compare to the unsettling presence that seems embedded in parts of this trail. That feeling of history refusing to let go. Those fleeting glimpses of things wearing outdated clothes. The heavy atmosphere around certain places. It's all there, woven into the land. I'd tell myself these experiences were just the product of fatigue.
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Maybe I'd just been reading too many ghost stories. Yet something nagged at me, like I'd stumbled onto a realm where the past occasionally slips through the cracks. Later, in Pennsylvania, I'd discover what true dread can feel like. That, however, is a story for another post, one that still keeps me alert at odd hours, replaying every step I took through that long, dark night.
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I thought I'd seen the worst of the trail. Run-ins with spooky silhouettes and a half-asleep confrontation with a bear had me convinced I was prepared for anything. Turns out, Pennsylvania wanted to prove me wrong. After crossing the state line, I remember feeling oddly optimistic. The weather was pleasant enough, and I decided to sleep under the stars rather than set up any shelter.
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The sky was so clear earlier that evening, and I wanted to experience the open air for once. I laid out my sleeping pad and got comfy in my bag, surrounded by trees and that faint hum of nighttime insects. Eventually, I drifted off. Sometime past midnight, I woke up with my heart thumping. The night had gone dead silent, which rattled me.
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Normally, you'd at least hear a hooting owl or wind rustling the branches. Instead, a thin, eerie whine reverberated all around. It was so soft. like it was trying not to exist but it also seemed inescapable every instinct told me i shouldn't remain there my breathing felt tight and the air felt heavier than usual as if some invisible presence had crept in and settled on top of me
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I tried to tell myself I was overreacting, that it might just be the wind through the leaves or some small animal. Yet the whine didn't change pitch, didn't shift direction, didn't do anything I'd label as normal. The dread in the pit of my stomach wasn't something I could shrug off. Within minutes, I was shoving gear back into my pack, fumbling for my headlamp.
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Anyway, Tana kept two small houses on her land. The old house was sealed tight, metal bars over windows that didn't open, steel doors, all to keep out the wandering animals or thieves who might prowl when nobody was around. The new house had the same bars, but you could swing the windows open, which was a luxury in the scorching heat.
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It took every ounce of willpower not to panic and run blindly through the dark. The moment I found the trail markers and started moving, the heaviness slowly eased. After maybe half a mile, the sensation broke, like stepping out of a dense fog. The noise faded into nothingness, and I stood there, leaning on a tree, my mind racing.
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Part of me wanted to turn back, search for some logical explanation. The rest of me argued that I should get as far from that spot as possible. In the end, I kept going. Even now, I haven't made sense of what happened, or what was possibly lurking in that empty patch of forest. A few days later, a storm caught me and a group of thru-hikers near Mount Rogers.
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Rain hammered the metal roof of a simple shelter, thunder rolling across the sky. We were soaked, shivering, and half-starved. Someone remembered that a local pizza place would deliver to the parking lot if you sweet-talked them enough. The idea of hot food and maybe a six-pack had us pooling whatever money we had left.
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After a tense wait, lightning flickering in the distance, we spotted headlights. Naturally, we figured our food had arrived. Several of us shuffled out into the downpour, layered in soaked clothes, boots caked in mud, hair plastered to our faces. We must have looked like a nightmare. The driver saw us coming and slammed on the high beams.
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Tires screeched, reverse lights glowed bright red, and the van spun around so fast we all stood there in confusion. We watched the vehicle vanish back down the road, fishtailing like it was desperate to escape. We exchanged baffled looks, water dripping down our faces and laughed nervously. Some of the group started joking, maybe we seemed like forest ghouls or something.
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five minutes later like clockwork a different car pulled up and this time the driver hopped out completely unfazed apparently he was the real pizza guy used to hikers in all their rain-soaked glory he handed over hot pizza boxes a few cans of cheap beer and chuckled about us looking like zombies
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I can only guess what the first driver's story would be afterward, how a band of unholy creatures approached his van in the middle of nowhere at night. In those moments, I realized that the Appalachian Trail doesn't just feed on spooky legends. Sometimes, genuine comedy and confusion overshadow the fear.
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yet for all the laughs we shared over that botched pizza delivery i still had the memory of that unsettling wine in pennsylvania fresh in my head i couldn't help but wonder if i'd only scratched the surface the trail has this way of revealing its secrets when you least expect it One minute you're joking around, dripping wet, begging for food.
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The next, you're bolting from an unexplainable force in the dead of night. Even now, I look back at Pennsylvania and feel a pang of discomfort. Whatever I sensed out there, whatever generated that unearthly noise, made me think there are places along the trail better left alone, maybe forever.
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And yet part of me can't resist the pull to keep exploring, half expecting to stumble onto some ancient mystery that refuses to stay buried. Guess that's the real paradox of the Appalachian Trail. It draws you in with beauty, then leaves you with questions that linger night after night.
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I was closing in on Duncannon, feeling that mix of exhaustion and excitement that comes when you're too far gone to turn around, but not quite close enough to celebrate. About ten miles out, I spotted a small group of older women huddled around a couple of picnic tables near the trail. They waved me over with warm smiles, so I joined them to rest my legs a bit.
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My mother, Nita, and father, Atohi, set my two sisters, Ama and Winona, and me up in the old house, while my aunt Winona and uncle Sani took their kids, Hosa and Lona, to the new house. Another set of cousins, Chitto and Saya, were also around somewhere on the property, helping with daily tasks or helping Tana prepare for ceremonies. We were used to the darkness out there,
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They asked if I was a through hiker and seemed genuinely thrilled about my progress. We traded a few stories. I told them where I started, how many states I'd already trudged through. It felt like your average friendly chatter until they asked where I was sleeping that night. Soon as I mentioned some older shelter a few miles shy of town, their energy shifted.
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One of them said, you should really head into Duncannon tonight, while another repeated the advice, adding nothing else, just the same warning. None of them spelled out why, and I remember thinking, are they worried about the weather or something? But their eyes had this urgency, like they knew something I didn't.
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I tried to press them for details, but they brushed it off, insisting it'd be better if I pushed on to town. My pack was heavy, and my feet were screaming at me, so heading all the way in felt like an extra challenge. Their unease was contagious, though. As I said my goodbyes, that tension they carried clung to me like a damp chill.
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By late afternoon, I found myself turning off the main stretch of the Appalachian Trail, following a steep side path toward the shelter. The slope was trickier than I expected, with old roots and loose stones that had me stumbling more than once. Overhead, the light was already starting to fade behind thick branches.
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Normally, I'd be okay with a few hours of dusk hiking, but something about that place just felt... heavy.
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eventually i reached two battered structures that i knew from my guide-book were built by earl schaffer he was basically a t royalty having been the first person to ever hike the entire trail in one go the shelters looked ancient sagging in spots and the musty boards gave off a whiff of age and rot
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Nearby was a new shelter under construction, and even from a distance, I noticed carved faces on the beam ends. They peered out in a way I couldn't quite describe, like silent observers in the dying light. I could have stayed in the half-finished shelter, but it seemed even more unsettling with those carved heads, so I stuck to one of the old ones.
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inside the shelter's floor was just round logs placed side by side barely lifted off the ground it made for a pretty uneven sleeping surface i figured i'd seen worse this was the a t after all but something about that rickety setup gave me an odd sense of discomfort I tried to focus on other things, next day's mileage, where I'd get water, a possible zero day in Duncannon.
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But whenever I paused, that prickly awareness returned, like I wasn't alone. I kept glancing around, seeing nothing but old wood, leaves, and a few spiders skittering in the corners. I made dinner quickly, more to keep my hands busy than anything.
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every so often a gust of wind would whistle through the beams and the shelter groaned like it had a voice of its own my mind flicked back to the women at the picnic tables why were they so insistent i shouldn't be here the question nagged at me but without a concrete reason i brushed it off as local superstition or overprotection night fell harder than usual it seemed the woods beyond the shelter entrance looked like a solid wall of black
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My headlamp beam danced around, catching the edges of rocks and roots outside, but I couldn't shake the weirdness. I tried to sleep, but my senses stayed on high alert. Sometimes a crack of a branch snapped me awake, or a rustle of movement made me think there was someone, or something, lurking beyond the circle of light.
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when morning finally arrived the relief i felt was intense packing up i almost sprinted up that trail my body protesting the sudden climb but my mind demanding we get moving with each step the weight of the place seemed to lessen replaced by fresh air and the promise of duncannon's comforts Still, I couldn't completely shake a lingering unease, like I'd just crawled out from under a dark cloud.
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It wasn't until I reached town, found a phone, and updated my mail drop contact that I got slapped in the face with the real story. I mentioned that shelter, offhandedly describing it as seriously creepy. That's when she told me about the two hikers. They'd been southbounders, having a friendly chat with a random bar patron in Duncanon.
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But every time we arrived, it still felt like entering another world. No street lights for miles, just inky blackness when the sun went down. The only real light might come from our truck's headlights, or maybe a small campfire if we were lucky. Without that, you couldn't see more than a few inches in front of your face. On this particular night, the air was muggy and still.
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Later that night, this same patron had followed them to that very shelter, waited until they were asleep, and murdered them. Hearing it made my stomach twist, replaying every odd vibe I'd felt, every unsettling sound during the night. Those women at the picnic tables had tried to warn me, but they couldn't bring themselves to say why out loud.
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I felt a hollow ache in my chest, knowing now what happened in those walls. It was more than just an old shelter. It was a crime scene, a place stained by something monstrous. If I had known, would I still have slept there? Maybe not. But the thought of it being so close to where two people lost their lives shifted the trail in my mind. The wilderness wasn't just bears and storms.
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It could hold human darkness too. And I had just walked right into it. I came back to that stretch of the trail a few years later. I hadn't really planned on returning. There was a part of me that wanted to avoid that entire area, after learning what had gone down at the old shelters. But life and my hiking routes had a funny way of circling back on themselves.
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Before I knew it, I was standing at the same cutoff from the main trail, peering down the slope with this knot in my stomach. The trees here looked familiar, yet different.
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maybe older or scarred by storms sunlight trickled through the canopy in thin beams and a low breeze made the branches sway i swear it felt like the forest was reminding me we remember what happened here going down that path i half expected to see the two old shelters just as they'd been
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My memory was vivid, those ramshackle logs, the musty smell, the new shelter mid-construction with the carved faces. But when I reached the bottom, I was greeted by an entirely changed scene. The two ancient structures had been torn out, no trace but a few piles of splintered wood near the edge of the clearing. Instead, the new shelter stood proudly in their place, fully completed.
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The carved faces I'd glimpsed years ago were still there, only now smooth by weather or maybe by countless hikers running their hands along them. They seemed less like art and more like watchful eyes. I hesitated, feeling a swirl of relief that the murderous old shelters were gone, mixed with a weird nostalgia for the original version of the place, even if it had been dangerously creepy.
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As I moved closer, I noticed someone sitting on the newly built porch, sipping from a battered canteen. He wore a bandana and looked like he'd seen a lot of trail miles. When he looked up, I nodded a greeting and he waved me over. We got to talking as hikers do. Turns out he'd through-hiked the trail a few years back and had come out for a weekend getaway.
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It wasn't long before we drifted into the subject of the area's grim history. Apparently, there was a formal dedication ceremony once the new shelter was finished, and from what he'd heard, Earl Schaffer himself had been there, only to be brushed off or overshadowed by certain officials. Folks who didn't get the depth of his contribution, or maybe just didn't care. Hearing that made me bristle.
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Earl had literally shaped part of the trail's legacy, these shelters, the story of the first through-hike, and it hurt to imagine him being sidelined. The conversation took a darker turn when we ventured into the topic of those murders. My companion knew about them too, of course. Everyone who's hiked this area for long enough picks up the rumors, if not the exact details.
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But he also mentioned how, despite the tragedy, folks in town tried to move on. The new shelter was supposed to symbolize a fresh start, a safe space for hikers passing through. Only, he said, some people believed the land itself still felt tainted, as though the violence of that night hadn't just vanished when the old shelters got ripped out. Have you felt it? He asked me, eyes locked onto mine.
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In the old house, the windows were shut tight, so we just tried to fall asleep in that stale heat. after a long day of chores and travelling we drifted off easily enough then in the middle of the night we were jolted awake by someone screaming it turned out to be hossa who was two years younger than me He was in the new house, and his voice tore through the silence like an alarm.
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That heavy quiet? i gave a slow nod remembering the sensation of dread from my own first night here we both fell into silence broken only by the rustle of wind and the distant babble of a creek eventually he packed up and left heading back toward town i hung around a bit taking in the new shelter
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It looked perfectly ordinary from the outside, just sturdy beams, a proper roof, and enough space to fit a handful of hikers. But those carved faces unnerved me. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn they were almost… aware. As if they'd seen more than they let on, listening for footsteps in the night. Later on, I found myself walking north again. The trail was peaceful.
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the kind of gentle climb that usually empties my mind of worries only this time my thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened there i wondered if a fresh coat of wood and a brand-new name could really erase the memory of two hikers who'd never made it out a piece of me doubted it A few weeks down the line, I came across Pierce Pond Shelter in Maine.
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Beautiful spot, picturesque pond, vibrant autumn colors. But the instant I got there, I felt a pang of that same uneasy tension I'd experienced in Pennsylvania. It wasn't rational. There was no recorded tragedy I knew of, no creeping murderer lurking behind a pine tree. Still, the place had this hush, like it was waiting for something.
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i tried shaking it off chalking it up to hiker paranoia or lingering trauma from that other shelter yet as the sun dipped below the pines the atmosphere felt suffocating every rustle outside set my nerves on edge that's when i started to wonder if it was me
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if i was carrying this darkness from shelter to shelter replaying it in every unfamiliar corner of the trail the thought alone was enough to keep me wide awake scanning for silhouettes in the dark eventually exhaustion won and i drifted off but not peacefully in the morning the chill still clung to me
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I realized it's not as simple as a single terrible event in one place, or some new construction replacing old bones. The trail might be full of kind souls and breathtaking sights, but it can also trap echoes of the worst moments experienced by those who walked it.
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The deeper truth is that no matter how many signs we put up or improvements we make, history has a nasty habit of haunting whatever ground it clings to. I left Pierce Pond Shelter feeling a little more shaken, a little more aware of how quickly these woods can go from comforting to unnerving. And as I hiked on, the thought kept circling in my head.
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The real danger out here isn't always the wildlife or the elements. Sometimes it's the people you cross paths with and the echoes they leave behind long after they're gone. Be careful out there. I'd planned on taking it easy that evening, maybe practice a few fishing knots, or help Grandpa Morley tidy up the workshop.
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Instead, a couple of friends, Ray and Kelsey, coaxed me into one last round of our favorite hide-and-seek style game. It was something we'd concocted years ago, chasing each other through every nook and cranny of the Appalachians behind Grandpa's homestead. Funny how you can grow up around these hills and still feel like you've barely scratched the surface of what's out there.
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The house sits at the base of a ridge that rises into dense hardwood forests. Grandpa always said the land has its own memory, that every gust of wind and snap of twigs might be a signal if you listen closely enough. I laughed it off whenever he got too mystical, but tonight I was starting to see where he might have been coming from."
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Groggy and annoyed, I scrambled to a window, only to see my father, normally calm and imposing, rush in and tell us kids to stay put. I remember crossing the dark room, stepping over scattered belongings as I hurried to the barred window. Outside, the moon gave off just enough glow to reveal silhouettes hurrying around with flashlights.
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The three of us were in the yard, the western sky burning orange where the sun dropped behind the ridgeline. Kelsey decided she'd be it this time, so Ray and I scampered toward the slope. We both had camouflage jackets, more fashion statement than functional gear, but I like to think it helped us blend in. The plan was to outsmart Kelsey by moving uphill.
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She'd never guess we'd take the steeper path. Or so we thought. We crested that slope, and the first thing I noticed was how quiet the forest had become. Usually this time of evening, you can hear crickets winding up for their nighttime chorus, maybe an owl calling in the distance. That night, it felt like everything paused, waiting.
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Ray and I tucked ourselves into a shallow dip in the ground, just behind a line of scraggly bushes. We had a clear view of the yard, though it was getting dim. Kelsey's flashlight beam danced across the grass below, and we congratulated ourselves on the perfect hiding spot. All we had to do was lie low until she gave up. Easy enough.
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a moment later a low rhythmic pulse reached us like a drum beat echoing from far off ray's head jerked up i glanced at him wondering if he felt it too that buzzing in the pit of my stomach drums in this part of the mountains
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maybe a local gathering though it made zero sense for it to suddenly start after dusk the sound grew the beat became something more than a lone drum chanting or singing weaving in and accompanying everything a melody that shouldn't fit any of it A high, keening note, reminiscent of bagpipes.
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That unexpected note stirred something protective in me, like I needed to stand up and figure out who was out there. Except, stepping forward was the last thing I wanted to do. The music peaked, reverberating through the trees, each note rippling across the slope. Ray and I, we just stared at each other, neither wanting to speak out loud.
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Even whispering felt too risky, as if we draw unwanted attention. My lungs begged for a deep breath, but I tried not to make a sound. Then it died away, gone in half a heartbeat. The sudden lack of noise rang in my ears more than the drumbeat did. I couldn't bear another second of stillness. Ray must have felt the same because he jerked his head downhill, eyes wide.
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We both sprang up, stumbling over that ridge. Gravity did half the work, sending us skidding down faster than we intended. A root snagged Ray's foot, nearly toppling him.
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i grabbed his sleeve and we both regained balance long enough to lurch down into the yard kelsey didn't need an explanation she stood frozen near the house's floodlight face pale with confusion grandpa stepped onto the porch an old lantern in one hand eyebrows knit We didn't offer much beyond a frantic, we heard something weird. Even saying that felt like an understatement.
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Inside the house, we slammed the door behind us, hearts hammering. Grandpa told us to sit, voice firm but calm, and started asking questions. Ray tried to describe the chanting and the bagpipes, while I stared out the window, half expecting more noise to erupt from the hills. But everything beyond the floodlit yard was black, mute.
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Eventually, Grandpa checked his radio to see if there were any announcements. Some festival, a big group camping, a local event that might explain away the noise. Nothing came through. He frowned, as if something he'd worried about was stepping into reality. He suggested we all stick close, even though part of me wanted to bolt for my truck and drive into the nearest town.
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My Aunt Winona looked frantic, pointing toward the fence line while my Uncle Sonny and a few older cousins combed the property, scanning the ground for signs of an intruder. They seemed genuinely worried, which made my chest tighten. Why would they be so alarmed if this was just some bad dream?
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We ended up huddling in the living room, not saying much. Each time the house creaked with night settling in, we jerked our heads toward the windows. Part of me thought I was overreacting. The other part said I couldn't be too careful. At one point, Kelsey started describing how it sounded almost... Ceremonial. Ray kept mentioning the bagpipes, how out of place they felt in these mountains.
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Grandpa just listened in silence, like he was adding up bits of a puzzle we couldn't see. And so we waited for dawn, adrenaline coursing so hard that sleep didn't stand a chance. Whatever we heard out there, it didn't feel like an accidental jam session. It had the determined rhythm of something bigger, something we weren't meant to stumble upon.
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I glanced through the window one more time, across that slope where the silhouette of bare branches seemed to watch us back. The night had only just begun, and I was afraid it wasn't done revealing whatever secrets lay in those woods. Morning light had a way of making the previous night feel like a fever dream.
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But when I opened my eyes, the knot in my gut told me it wasn't just an overactive imagination. Ray was already awake, pacing in front of the fireplace. Kelsey sipped coffee at the window, staring off at the slope where we'd heard that eerie music. The house felt tense, like we were all braced for whatever might come next.
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Grandpa Morley was digging through his old field notebooks, scattering them across the kitchen table. He murmured to himself as he flipped pages, sometimes tapping a map he'd pinned down with an empty coffee cup. Finally, he called us over.
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this area right here he pointed at a forested patch just beyond the ridge i've heard stories about folks finding strange footprints hearing unexplainable sounds never had solid proof but no shortage of rumors ray wanted answers he kept talking about how that chanting still echoed in his ears Kelsey looked as though she wanted to crawl under a blanket and forget everything.
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But Grandpa said if we wanted peace of mind, we had to see what was out there in the daylight. I wasn't exactly thrilled, but curiosity gnawed at me. The only way to settle my nerves was to confront whatever was lurking in those trees. We followed the same path as the night before, only this time, sunbeams cut through the canopy.
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he glanced down thinking he would see an animal scurrying by instead he slammed on the brakes practically launching his companion forward against the dashboard his companion jolted awake with a startled shout demanding an explanation All my friend could manage was, pray, right now. He wouldn't, or maybe couldn't say why just yet.
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The forest felt awake now, birds calling overhead, the smell of wet leaves underfoot. My boots squelched in the soft soil. About twenty minutes in, we spotted footprints in the mud near an old game trail. More than one set, too. Some were big enough that I wondered if a whole group had come through. Kelsey knelt down, tracing the edges with her fingertips.
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The adults were up until daybreak, but eventually, my sisters and I crashed again, too exhausted to stay vigilant. When the sun rose, I cornered Hossa's older brother, Lona, to see what was going on. He said Hossa had dozed off near an open window in the new house. At some point, something brushed his face.
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She didn't say a word, but her expression told me she was unsettled. as we pressed deeper a low clearing opened up in the center were stones stacked in a wide circle the ground was littered with scorched branches as if a fire had burned there recently i kicked at a pile of ash uncovering what might have been animal bones
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nearby ray found shredded fabric snagged on a sharp branch checkered like tartan the breath caught in my throat bagpipes a scottish pattern and those drum rhythms none of it added up but it sure felt connected before we could piece things together that same beat thrummed in the distance All three of us froze and every nerve I had went on high alert.
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The chanting returned and with it came a deeper, resonating drumbeat that rattled through the trees. We ducked behind an uprooted trunk, peering over as shadows flickered beyond the bushes. I saw multiple figures moving, at least five or six, too many to count accurately. One carried what looked like a bagpipe under an arm.
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Another brandished a tall staff decorated with dangling bits of cloth or feathers. It felt like we'd trespassed on a hidden ceremony. My pulse roared in my head, urging me to get moving. Ray tugged my jacket, and we bolted. Adrenaline drove us as we crashed through the undergrowth. The chanting didn't fade right away. In fact, for a moment it seemed to chase us, echoing in all directions.
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We burst out onto the slope behind the homestead, nearly stumbling over each other. Grandpa was there, a rifle propped against his hip. He took one look at our faces and told us to get inside. Over the next hour, we told him about the footprints, the circle of stones, the scrap of tartan, and the silhouettes with bagpipes in hand.
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He listened, and at the end, he nodded like it confirmed a rumor he'd once heard. That generations ago, certain families who settled these hills mixed cultures, Scottish and Native American.
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keeping old traditions alive in the most secluded spots there was no telling if they meant harm grandpa planned to notify a ranger station see if they'd heard of any suspicious gatherings but i think we all sense the same foreboding truth Whatever goes on in these woods after dark might not welcome outsiders. We'd seen enough to know we didn't belong out there at night.
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When dusk rolled around, we stayed close to the house, porch lights blazing. Kelsey kept her eyes on the ridge, looking for any flicker of firelight or movement among the trees. Ray sat with me in the living room, occasionally glancing at the window. Every so often, I half expected those drums to sound again.
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Even if they stayed silent, I knew they were only a heartbeat away, tucked in the deep pockets of the Appalachians. We had a name for the fear now, but it didn't make it any less real, and it didn't keep me from wondering if, next time, we might not get away so easily. I've always said these Appalachian Mountains were in my bloodstream, a legacy from my grandfather in Boone County, West Virginia.
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He woke to see an old, pale woman pressing her head between the bars, her long gray hair nearly touching his cheek. She was staring down at him, smiling. Hossa panicked and screamed his head off, sending everyone into a frenzy. I admit I was skeptical. "'Out there, your mind can play tricks on you in the pitch-black darkness.' But Lona insisted that Hossa was certain he'd seen a real person.
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Every time I roll down the highway and see those steep ridges rising in the distance, something inside me sparks to life, like part of me recognizes home. This time, though, that welcome feeling came bundled with an unsettling undercurrent I couldn't quite explain. The plan was simple enough.
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Drive from Michigan to New York City, pick up my friend who needed extra help traveling, and head back to Detroit. I'd done cross-country treks before, so I didn't expect anything beyond the usual long-haul hassle. The first few hours were honestly too quiet. I got pulled over in Ohio for a busted headlight, and even though the trooper was polite, my nerves still buzzed the rest of the night.
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The idea of sleeping in my car at a rest stop sounded okay at first, but every shuffle of footsteps outside made me sit up and peer into the dark. Eventually I dozed off, but it was a half-baked sort of sleep that left me feeling ragged. By mid-morning, I was back on the road, cutting through Pennsylvania and drinking in the misty peaks off in the distance.
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Something about those valleys always puts me on edge and at ease all at once, like I belong there, but I also know the land can turn dangerous without warning. The hours ticked by, traffic thickened, and soon I was in the sprawling chaos of New York City. After a painful search for parking, I finally spotted my friend.
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She hopped into my cramped PT Cruiser, and I was eager to leave the city behind. There's a hyper-awareness that creeps in when I'm stuck in that much congestion. Too many headlights, too many people, and not enough personal space. We were both relieved to point the car west again. Darkness wasn't far off by the time we made decent progress.
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We'd agreed to pull into a large store parking lot somewhere in western Pennsylvania for the night. Somewhere bright enough and busy enough that we wouldn't feel vulnerable. That's where things started getting weird. I rolled into a Walmart lot that was mostly empty except for a handful of cars clustered near the entrance.
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But parked a little too far out were two vehicles that gave me a sour feeling. Dark tinted windows, engines idling like they were waiting on something. I tried to wave off my own paranoia, but every time I glanced over, one of the cars seemed to shift closer. My friend noticed it too. She nudged my arm and whispered, "'Is it just me, or are they edging toward us?'
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Her voice was shaky, and it confirmed I wasn't imagining things. I felt tension coil in my gut. We decided to bail, no point in testing our luck. Neither of us wanted to be cornered by strangers in the middle of the night." Pulling out of that lot, I could feel my hands clenching the steering wheel. Driving away eased the pressure only slightly.
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The next rest stop we aimed for was tucked between shadowy ridges, nearly deserted. My headlights swept over scattered parking spots, and there in the corner was a white Jeep. Newish model, tinted windows, not a soul in sight around it.
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in the back of my head i was screaming at myself that i was just being jittery but i couldn't shake the thought what if it followed us from the lot it seemed too coincidental my friend leaned forward trying to see if anyone was inside and that quiet question hung in the air could it be the same one We didn't linger long enough to find out.
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I swung the car around and got back on the highway, half expecting that Jeep's headlights to pop up in my mirror. For a while, it was just darkness and winding roads. The trees crowding in on either side. My friend and I didn't talk much. We were both in our own heads. Every distant glimmer of lights behind us made my muscles tighten. A few times I caught myself speeding.
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Feeling unsettled, I tracked down another older cousin, Chitto, who had scoured the grounds with a flashlight. He told me they'd found footprints by every window on Tana's property, prints that led toward the mountains. Whoever this stranger was, she had circled both houses in total darkness, bare feet in the rocky dirt."
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pushing my old PT Cruiser harder than I should have, just wanting to be around other people, bright lights, safety. Maybe it was overblown fear, or maybe not. Eventually we spotted another big box store off the highway, a place that was open all night. We drifted into the lot, found a spot neither too hidden nor too exposed, and tried to settle in.
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My friend reclined her seat, fiddling with her phone, and I leaned against the door, letting my eyes close. The adrenaline buzz was fading, replaced by sheer exhaustion. The plan was simple. Get some rest, wake up, and push on at dawn. That's all we needed, right? But a nagging alarm kept sounding in the back of my mind. I couldn't help imagining a set of headlights rolling in beside us again.
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I'd always prided myself on having good instincts, especially on the road, and something was shouting at me to stay alert. Maybe the night was messing with my head, maybe it was the mountain air, but I couldn't settle. I just kept checking the rearview mirror and scanning the corners of the lot, half-conscious, waiting for a sign that everything was about to unravel.
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Looking back, I should have known I wasn't going to get a peaceful rest. The real trouble was just around the corner, and a part of me sensed it even then. The mountains have a way of holding secrets close, and that night, it felt like I was driving straight into one. I'd been through my fair share of late night drives, but none that left me quite this tense.
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We'd found another big parking lot, a large store glowing in the distance like some lifeline, and I figured we could finally try to rest. My friend was nodding off in the passenger seat, leaning her head against the window.
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my eyes felt heavy but every time i let them close i'd jolt awake at the faintest hint of movement in my mirrors at first the lot seemed almost peaceful only a smattering of cars plenty of overhead lights and the steady hum of night-shift employees hauling carts around I tried to tell myself we'd been imagining things earlier, that those suspicious vehicles were just random folks passing through.
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Then I spotted headlights drifting in from the far side of the lot, and my grip on the steering wheel tightened again. A white Jeep Compass glided across the asphalt and parked right next to us.
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there were at least a dozen other open spaces so why pick the one so close i glanced to my left and there he was the same driver who'd been lingering in my memory like a fleeting shadow i couldn't quite get rid of he was young but worn somehow his gaze heavy and unflinching A cold energy rolled off him, making my nerves flare.
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Part of me wanted to brush it off, assume I was just stuck in my own fears. But the longer we locked eyes, the more certain I became that this wasn't random. My friend must have sensed it too. She snapped awake, following my stare.
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i heard her mutter something like not again and that was all the push i needed i cranked the ignition yanked the gear shift into drive and tore out of there the wheels squealed echoing across the mostly empty lot i almost expected the jeep to remain behind some bizarre coincidence put to rest instead the headlights came to life and stuck to our bumper
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Just the idea that someone could be roaming out there under that sky, not even stumbling in the dark, made my stomach twist. And that was only the beginning. Later that week, a few of us kids were supposed to gather kindling for a late night fire. My sister Amma and I walked along a narrow trail beside the new house, picking up dried branches.
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I felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through my limbs as I realized we were being followed yet again. The highway ramp was up ahead, and I gunned it, hoping I could leave him behind in the open stretches of road. But once I merged, those lights were still there, unwavering. Mile after mile I tried to ignore the tightness in my chest, the nagging thought that I'd let this go too far.
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Yet I couldn't slow down, not with that jeep trailing me like it was locked on. Ahead, the mountains rose against the sky, dark silhouettes capped by faint moonlight. We thundered onto an exit, hoping to lose him in the twists and turns of back roads. My friend pulled out her phone, trying to chart a route that might confuse any pursuer.
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We zigzagged through narrow highways, winding through steep valleys and lonely clusters of trees, the path weaving in a dizzying, snake-like pattern.
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each time i dared glance back those headlights burned in the darkness unshaken by the hairpin curves exhaustion gnawed at me and i wondered how long we could keep this up without making a critical mistake the roads were almost deserted lined with battered guard-rails and the endless silhouettes of sloping ridges
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Everything in me wanted to stop, to catch a moment's calm, but my instincts hollered that would be a terrible idea with this creep hanging on our tail. Then, in a flash of brilliance or desperation, I'm still not sure which, I yanked the wheel onto a hidden side route. The jeep sped past our turn, its taillights flaring red as it tried to brake too late.
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A wave of relief washed over me when I realized we might have slipped his grasp.
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i continued down this narrow road until we reached an aging wooden sign pointing to a smaller town street lights became more frequent the black outline of the mountains gave way to a dimly lit main street and for the first time in hours i let myself breathe a fast-food place maybe the only one opened that early glowed at the edge of the road
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We pulled in, found a spot between work trucks and local cars. The safety of other humans moving around was enough to let the tension in my muscles ease a bit. My friend and I were so drained, we just collapsed against the seats, windows still rolled up tight. After so many panicked miles, the distant hum of a drive-thru speaker and the smell of stale french fries felt like a blessing.
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When the sun finally started creeping over the ragged skyline of mountains, I stirred. My neck ached from sleeping at a weird angle. Outside, life was picking up. People stepping in and out. An elderly couple walking their dog along the sidewalk. No white jeep in sight. You'd think I would have been relieved, but an odd sense of dread tugged at me.
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Had we really lost him, or was he just biding his time? I checked my phone, half expecting messages from family asking where I was, but it stayed eerily silent. The air felt thick with unresolved tension. My friend and I ordered some breakfast, greasy but hot, just to ground ourselves in something normal. Every so often we glanced out the windows, scanning each vehicle that pulled through.
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We heard a rustle, like someone trudging through brush just beyond the fence. Amma froze, eyes wide, but I told her it was probably just a stray animal. We didn't see anything, but the air felt charged with tension. We headed back sooner than planned, arms loaded with sticks.
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Nothing suspicious. Yet neither of us could fully shake the lingering paranoia. It felt like we'd gone through some twisted rite of passage in those mountains. By the time we climbed back into the car, the morning sunlight was streaming in, almost too bright against the tiredness in our faces.
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A part of me wished we could head straight home without another break, but I knew I had to keep an eye out for that jeep, as though it might materialize again. The realization was chilling. A simple trip to help a friend had morphed into this frantic, late-night chase. Sure, maybe we were both wound too tight. Maybe the stranger was just some random jerk on a power trip.
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But I couldn't shake a deeper suspicion that he was dangerous, and that under the vast sky of Appalachia, anything could happen. We buckled up and drove off, leaving that small town in the rearview mirror. Each mile of highway felt both relieving and nerve-wracking, as if something could pop out any second.
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By the time we found a route that led back toward Detroit, the mountains were starting to fade behind us. I couldn't help thinking about how, despite my deep respect for those old ridges, I was leaving with a new, grim awareness of the shadows they can hide. I took a final look at the looming outlines in the mirror, imagining that white jeep hidden somewhere in the valleys, lying in wait.
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Even if I never found out who was behind the wheel, that night changed me. I used to think of these roads like a second home, a place of comfort and belonging. Now, a knot of tension insisted that some things are better left alone, and that wandering too far into unknown territory can lead to horrors you can't always outrun.
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Last year, I had a deeply unsettling experience in a national forest in California. I was alone on a road trip with my dog, Yuka, and I decided to drive far into Mendocino National Forest. I often choose national parks and forests for camping because they're free and isolated, which lets my dog roam freely. The trade-off is sometimes navigating sketchy roads with zero cell service or assistance.
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It was around 5pm when I started up a narrow dirt road that snaked around the side of a mountain. The air was oddly still, despite a mild breeze. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the road, and everything felt eerily silent except for my tires crunching gravel. I've driven on plenty of remote roads, but something about this place hit me immediately.
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A cold, uneasy feeling that settled in my stomach. Every instinct told me I shouldn't be there. I texted my boyfriend about my discomfort for as long as I had service, maybe a few minutes, until my phone went dead. I kept an eye out for any signs that someone else was around or had been there recently. Tire marks, footprints or even trash. Yet the road was empty. No fresh tracks. No sign of life.
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that same night my aunt winona swore she caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the fence she thought it might have been a neighbor dropping by unannounced but no one answered when she called out she took a few steps closer and said whoever or whatever it was disappeared almost instantly After that, she refused to let anyone wander off without a companion.
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Eventually, I pulled over to stretch my legs and let Yuka out. She bounded ahead a little, but then stopped abruptly. Her hackles raised. That's when I noticed a dead squirrel on the roadside. Its body was fresh enough that flies hadn't swarmed it yet, which struck me as odd. A few feet away, shards of broken glass glinted in the dirt like tiny mirrors.
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The moment Yuka caught the scent, she let out this low, rumbling growl. She's vocal, but it's rare for her to growl at something that isn't another dog, or a direct threat like the time she saw a possum. This was different. An unnatural hush seemed to hang over the forest. I swear the breeze died down the second I stepped out of the car, leaving the trees and bushes perfectly still.
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It felt like the entire place was watching me. Despite the anxiety twisting in my chest, I pride myself on being an independent traveler, so I decided to venture a bit farther to find a suitable campsite. The deeper I drove, the worse I felt. My stomach churned at the sight of more dead animals along the road. Squirrels. Small birds. Even what looked like a rabbit.
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it struck me as incredibly strange at most people would drive five ten miles per hour on this road if anyone even came through at all so road kill should be minimal it was almost as if something else had been killing them and leaving them out in the open That's when I first heard what sounded like men's voices drifting through the trees.
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It was faint but clear enough to raise the hairs on my arms. My immediate thought was to call out, maybe confirm there were indeed other people around. But when I slowed to a stop, I had this overwhelming sense that I needed to keep quiet. My pulse thundered in my ears. I realized I was actually afraid to make my presence known.
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I couldn't understand what they were saying, if they were even speaking English. But every syllable I caught sounded wrong, garbled like a bad radio signal. Yuka started whining from the back seat, ears pinned flat. That alone was enough to scare me. She's a rescue I brought home from Costa Rica, and she's been through all kinds of rough situations, but I'd never seen her so visibly rattled.
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I tried to spot any movement between the towering pines or behind the thick underbrush, but it was as if the voices were coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.
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then just as suddenly as they started they stopped the silence that followed was even more unsettling like the forest was holding its breath i decided i'd had enough although part of me felt like i was overreacting my instincts told me to leave As I began turning the car around on the narrow road, the voices reappeared for a moment, louder this time, echoing in the quiet.
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A chill shot through me, and I swear Yuka let out a yelp. I stepped on the gas more abruptly than I should have on such a precarious road, but I was desperate to get away. My heart pounded so hard I felt lightheaded. On the way back down, I kept checking my rearview mirror, half expecting to see someone, or something, burst out of the woods behind me.
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But the road remained empty, winding back to the main stretch of highway. When I finally reached a safer area, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. and noticed my hands trembling on the steering wheel. I decided a hotel was worth every penny that night. As I checked in, my reflection in the lobby's glass doors showed me how pale and shaky I looked.
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The third night, I overheard Tana and my mother speaking quietly. They mentioned that sightings of an old woman had happened before, years back, but those stories never got told to children. It sounded like people had spotted her skulking near windows, muttering in a low voice, or sometimes just standing at the edge of the property, watching from the shadows.
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It took me hours to calm down and stop hearing those strange voices in my head. At the time, I tried to rationalize it. Huge, open spaces are intimidating. Weird echoes can travel far in a canyon or valley. Animals die, and broken glass could be from careless visitors. But something about that place and those voices stuck with me.
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Whenever I watch a scary movie or walk my dog alone at night, nothing compares to the raw terror I felt in that forest. Months later, I stumbled upon some Native American lore that immediately dredged up memories of that creepy road. A year after the incident, I was telling my boyfriend about it again while we were on another road trip, this time heading home after a wedding in Wyoming.
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We'd been listening to scary podcasts and YouTube videos to pass the time in the dark. One of the videos mentioned wendigos, creatures said to lurk in remote, forested areas and mimic human voices. I practically froze, feeling a horrible wave of dread wash over me. My boyfriend suddenly remembered that he had joked about wendigos when I first told him about hearing voices in the forest.
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Back then, I shrugged it off as a Bigfoot-like joke. Hearing the lore described more seriously, especially the part about them being able to mimic voices, made my skin crawl. It fit too well with what I experienced. The disembodied voices, the uneasy atmosphere, the dead animals. I started googling wendigos in Mendocino and came across alarming stories of unexplained disappearances.
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One headline read, Another family goes missing in Mendocino. Digging deeper, I found out that over a hundred people in the past eight years had vanished without a trace, and others were found dead under mysterious circumstances. That terrifying drive flashed through my mind all over again. I remembered the way Yuka's growls had made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
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She's never been so spooked before, or since. For a dog who once lived on the streets of Costa Rica, seeing her react with that level of fear convinced me there was something terribly wrong in those woods. Even though it's just a legend, these stories come from somewhere. I've traveled solo through jungles, deserts, mountains, you name it, and I've never felt such an immediate sense of doom.
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Something in Mendocino National Forest was off, and I can't shake the thought that if I had stayed another hour or ventured deeper, I might not be telling this story today. I don't plan on traveling anywhere near that remote without a companion, preferably a group. The memory of those voices, the lifeless bodies of animals, and my dog's reaction still haunts me.
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I can't help but wonder what's really out there, and whether it's watching the next unsuspecting traveler who dares to wander too far from civilization. If anyone knows about authentic Native American lore, or if you've had a similarly inexplicable experience, especially in Mendocino National Forest, I'd love to hear it.
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Because to this day, I'm convinced there was something in those woods, and it wasn't anything I've ever encountered in my life. I was up before my alarm, tossing on my gear and stepping outside into the kind of blackness that feels almost solid. Folks always ask me how I handle the early starts. Truth is, I've always liked that quiet window before dawn. It usually settles me.
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But on this day, it felt more oppressive than soothing, like the very air carried a warning. The drive out was familiar, a narrow road twisting through bare branches that seemed to crowd in from every side. The headlights only cut through a small patch of darkness, making everything else blur into a single inky mass. When I finally parked, a weird anticipation bubbled up inside me.
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According to Tana, those mountains harbored spirits that thrived on fear and isolation. If this woman came from there, it meant something dangerous was drifting down from the peaks onto our land. On the fourth night, a group of us tried to sleep in the old house, feeling weirdly safer with the windows locked. My sister Winona, always the bold one, stayed up reading by lantern light.
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Usually I'm eager to slip into the woods, but that morning felt different. the silence was a little too heavy the darkness too thick i grabbed my bow and started the short hike toward my usual spot leaves snapped under each step and i noticed that nothing else made noise no night birds calling no rustling in the nearby brush
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I tried telling myself it was just one of those days the forest decides to go still, but doubt was already creeping around in my head. My flashlight beam cut across tree trunks, but they looked more like looming figures than simple timber. Every so often I'd stop and hold my breath, trying to pick up on some sign of life. Nothing. Eventually I found the tree stand I'd set up last season.
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It's in a decent spot where deer sometimes wander at dawn. Climbing up there felt like a routine I'd done a thousand times, but I couldn't settle in. Darkness pressed in from all angles. The bough sat across my lap, and I attempted to keep my senses attuned to the slightest disturbance. Still nothing. Time dragged, and with each passing minute that quiet weighed on me more.
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Normally, I'll hear some snapping twigs in the distance or the faint call of an owl, but the quiet was close to suffocating. I tried to focus on the possibility of seeing a deer come into view, but all I could think about was how unnaturally calm everything seemed. After hours of waiting without spotting so much as a scampering rabbit, I decided to call it quits.
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The shadows were still thick, but dawn couldn't be too far off. I climbed down, my boots crunching on damp leaves. Honestly, I expected the usual wave of relief that comes from calling it a day. Like, okay, maybe no deer this time, but there's always next hunt. Instead, I felt an edge in the pit of my stomach. Turning toward my car, I took the path that usually winds me back through the woods.
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A few minutes into the walk, I started noticing that each step felt... amplified. At first, I blamed the leaves. Maybe the ground was just wetter than usual. But the repetition became impossible to ignore. It seemed like there was a subtle delay. just enough to make my hair stand on end. I'd take a step, crunch, and half a second later, I'd catch a fainter crunch echoing mine.
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After a few beats of that, any lingering calm I had vanished. I stopped dead. My ears were straining to catch the slightest sound. Everything went silent again. as if the woods were mocking me, only making noise when I moved. I let out a slow exhale, forcing myself to stand still until I was certain there was nothing behind me, nothing stirred.
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The only thing I could hear was the thump of blood in my ears. i set off again slower this time and sure enough that second set of footfalls resumed even though it kept perfect time with me there was no question it wasn't my own it was a heartbeat behind an unnatural echo that made my skin prickle
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by then my grip on the bow was iron-tight i've spent plenty of nights out here and i know how to trust my instincts something someone was shadowing me i decided to confront it if i was imagining things i'd laugh about it later if i wasn't i needed to be ready i stopped short whirled around and lifted my bow my voice came out louder and harsher than i expected
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Whoever's out there, I'm not messing around. My shout faded into the dark, swallowed by the trees that looked like looming sentries. Silence again. No movement, no answer. But the tension in the atmosphere felt real, like the woods themselves were bracing for what came next. I kept my bow raised, scanning the path and the twisted silhouettes around me.
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Around midnight, she said she heard slow scratching noises on the outside wall, like fingernails scraping metal. She snuffed the lantern and pressed herself against the window, trying to see. In the faint moonlight, she thought she caught a shape limping away, a hunched figure with stringy hair that glinted silver.
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My pulse was racing, but I tried to keep my breathing steady. Nothing approached, yet I was convinced I wasn't alone. That's the moment the first real flicker of alarm pushed through my composure. Alone in the darkness, far from any house or main road, with the distinct feeling I'd stumbled into some silent game I never meant to play.
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And I couldn't tell if I was dealing with a person, an animal, or something else entirely. I tightened my stance, calling out once more, half hoping I'd get no reply, half hoping I would, just to end the mystery. The seconds dragged. The forest around me offered no comfort, each tree trunk seeming to lean in, as if waiting for a final verdict.
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My heart hammered as I braced for whatever was about to happen next. i kept my bow raised hardly daring to breathe eyes locked on the dark stretch of trees my mind was racing with every worst-case possibility a rogue animal a trespasser someone with bad intentions The forest around me felt so still it was almost oppressive, like every twig and leaf was part of a silent audience, watching me.
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Suddenly, a voice shattered the hush. Please, don't shoot. I twisted, trying to pinpoint exactly where it came from. At first, I saw nothing, just the shifting shapes of branches against the faint light of dawn. Then a single figure stepped out, one hand raised like he was trying to prove he had nothing to hide. He was a man, but that was about all I could tell.
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Scruffy facial hair, worn clothes caked with dirt. His posture suggested he was either terrified or very good at pretending to be. i'm lost he managed voice trembling been wandering for hours i didn't lower my bow right away there was something off about him in the way he couldn't seem to hold eye contact i remembered how long he'd been tailing me quiet as a shadow
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A part of me wondered if he was truly lost or if that was just a story to put me off guard. Step out where I can see you, I told him. He took another slow step forward, keeping his palms visible. The forest was still pretty dark, but I could at least make out the anxious line of his mouth. He repeated, I was following you because I thought you might know how to get out of here.
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His words came out rushed, like he needed to convince me. A wave of conflicting impulses flooded my thoughts. Everything in me screamed to be careful, to keep him in front of me and never let him out of sight. But I also couldn't just leave someone behind if they were genuinely stranded. All right, I said quietly.
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i'll help you find the road but you walk ahead and don't make any sudden moves he nodded fast shoulders sagging with what appeared to be relief though i couldn't be sure i gestured with my bow for him to turn around the path behind us looked endless swallowed by blackness so i guided him toward what i hoped was the right direction
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She told me she wanted to run outside to check, but a sudden wave of dread pinned her where she was. By now, people were on edge. Chido stayed up through the night, patrolling with a flashlight and an old hunting rifle. Uncle Sani started lighting protective herbs around the perimeter, a practice some of our elders do to keep negative forces at bay.
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as we pressed forward the only sounds came from our footsteps on dead leaves and the occasional scrape of a stray branch against my jacket the tension practically thrummed in the air i tried to chat just enough to gauge how truthful he might be How long you been out here? He hesitated, not sure, a while. I tried another angle. Came with friends.
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His answer was muddled, something about a group hike going wrong. He fumbled the details, claiming he got separated. The whole thing left me with more questions than answers. We walked on. A faint glow started to touch the sky, revealing the twisted outlines of trees around us.
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in that thin light i noticed the man's clothes were torn in places and his hands looked grimy like he'd been on the ground more than once but his face troubled me the most he kept glancing back with the corner of his eye assessing me as if he was sizing up a situation each time he slowed down i'd tense ready to react was he pausing to catch his breath or was he testing me waiting for me to drop my guard
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my hand never left the bow thumb resting near the arrow eventually we reached a slight clearing the path here was a bit more defined and the first scraps of daylight helped me get a clearer look at him his gaze was wild not just from exhaustion but from something else nervous energy or maybe fear that i was on to him you have a flashlight or phone i asked trying to see if he was lying about being completely lost
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He just shook his head, eyes darting like he was embarrassed or stalling. I dropped it. Battery died, he mumbled, never finishing a complete sentence. We trudged along, side by side at times, but he'd always veer a little ahead whenever I nudged him forward with my words or a small motion of my bow. The truth is, I was counting every step until we reached the parking lot.
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As uneasy as I felt, I also didn't want to be stuck out here if he decided to pull something. After a while, the trees began to thin, and that was the first sign we were close to the edge of the forest. My car was parked in a clearing up a short slope. Relief flickered inside me, but it came tangled with a fresh jolt of nerves.
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If he was planning something, he might try it in these last few minutes. Not far now, I said, mostly to fill the silence that felt razor sharp. The trail opened up, revealing my car in the distance. The man slowed noticeably, almost like he was disappointed. For a split second, his eyes flicked to the surrounding area, scoping if anyone else was around, perhaps.
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Then he exhaled sharply, turning to me with a forced grin that didn't touch his eyes. this is it then he muttered i nodded stepping a bit to the side so i could keep him in my peripheral vision the morning light was stronger now illuminating smears of dirt on his cheeks he seemed torn between relief and something darker a restless energy that made my gut twist
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I offered, there's a road not far from here. I can drive you or show you how to follow it. He shot a glance at the car, then at me. I'll find my own way, he said. The edge in his voice was sharper than before. I was about to press him further, but he turned and took off into the thinning tree line at an odd shuffle, never once looking back at me until he was a good distance away.
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Tana barely slept, busy guiding a different part of our extended family through their ceremonies during the day, then worrying about the intruder after dark. The final straw came on our last evening there. Another cousin, Saya, was in the new house helping with some cooking when she saw a pale hand grip one of the barred windows for a moment.
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He paused briefly, far enough that I could just make out his expression. The look he gave me was too quick to read fully, but a chill rose in my mind. It was the type of look that suggested this encounter hadn't gone as he planned, or maybe he was simply relieved to escape my scrutiny. Then he disappeared behind a stand of gnarled trunks, leaving me there, bow still in hand.
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I stood in that clearing for a few beats, wrestling with a storm of emotions. Relief warred with a nagging sense of danger, the feeling that if I'd made even one wrong move, things might have turned out badly. In the end, I lowered my bow and forced my legs to move toward my car. Once inside, I locked the doors and just sat behind the wheel, listening to my breath hiss in and out.
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Instead, he forced the car forward again, driving the rest of the way in tight-lipped silence. His companion kept pestering him, but my friend stayed locked on the road, acting like if he spoke, something worse might happen. He made it back to their apartment complex with nerves in shreds. Once they were parked, his companion cornered him. That's when everything poured out.
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Even though the dawn was brightening, that unsettling memory of footsteps trailing mine stuck in my head. I realized that no matter how well I knew these woods, there would always be a chance of running into someone who didn't belong. And sometimes, that's scarier than any natural predator I could have faced out there. Starting the car, I cast one last glance at the line of trees.
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It all looked so peaceful from here, like any normal morning in the forest. Yet I couldn't shake the tension in my chest, that intuition telling me this wasn't just some harmless lost hiker. Maybe he truly needed help, or maybe I'd just walked away from a much darker situation. Either way, I drove off with my mind in overdrive, swearing I'd stay more vigilant from now on.
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Out here, you can never be too sure what, or who, might be lurking among the shadows, waiting for the right moment to follow. I could have sworn this would be a regular day. My buddies and I have roamed these woods since we were kids, so piling into the car before dawn and heading for that old trail felt the same as always, easy and comfortable.
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As we stepped onto the dirt path, the morning air smelled like pine and damp earth, the kind of scent that usually calms me right down. We packed everything we'd need, water, snacks, a whistle, and that one gun we never really thought we'd have to use.
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our chatter bounced around all jokes and half-hearted complaints about waking up early back then i had no clue how abruptly that cheerful mood would unravel after a couple of miles we spotted a narrow offshoot from the main trail one that most visitors ignore We never do. This is our spot. Our own hidden detour where the map doesn't matter because we know every inch.
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That's when I noticed a sort of hush around us. I couldn't place it right away, but something was off. Usually we'd hear birds or the rustling of small critters. today it was just our footsteps i tried to brush it off cracking a dumb joke about how the birds must be on vacation or something the guys chuckled but i could tell they felt it too that strange emptiness you don't usually get here
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Despite the eerie quiet, we pushed deeper into that off-trail stretch. Leaves rustled overhead, shifting in the breeze. A branch snapped somewhere off to the side and I whirled around, half expecting a deer, but there was nothing there. My friend Manny let out a dry laugh and said I was jumping at shadows. I tried to shake it off. Pride told me I shouldn't let every small sound startle me.
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My other friends seemed on edge too, but none of us wanted to admit it. We'd grown up in these woods. This place was supposed to feel like a second home. Eventually I noticed someone up ahead, leaned against a trunk in this awkward tilt. From far off, he looked hurt or exhausted, his shoulders slumped forward and no gear in sight.
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Saya let out a startled shout, dropped a pot on the ground, and ran to get help. By the time we all rushed in, flashlights sweeping every corner, scanning around the outside, the intruder was gone. But muddy handprints remained on the wall beneath that window. smearing downward as if someone had clung there for a few seconds, watching.
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We slowed down, scanning for signs of anyone else, but it was just him. My stomach knotted up. We hollered a greeting, hey man, everything okay? But got no reply, just silence. My pulse kicked up, though I told myself maybe he was injured or hard of hearing. This is usually the part where you jog over to help, but instinct held me back.
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Something in his body language screamed that we should stay cautious. We inched closer, trying to see his face. He still didn't move, didn't glance our way. One of my friends waved, hoping to draw him out of whatever daze he might be in, but it was like he was locked in place. That hush pressed in around us even harder, and it felt like the whole forest was waiting to see what we'd do next.
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At about fifty feet, Manny stepped forward, then froze. He called out just loud enough for us to hear. He's got a blade. We all tensed, straining to see the faint shine of something metal gripped in the stranger's hand. My throat went dry.
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i wasn't sure if i should call out to him again or back off entirely our friend who carried the gun cautiously raised it muzzle angled down but ready he spoke in a steady voice we don't want trouble just checking if you're all right the tension in the air felt thicker than any fog for a heartbeat the man stayed still then with a slow deliberation he pushed himself upright
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My eyes locked onto the massive knife, machete, really, he had clasped in his fingers. When he turned our way, I managed a glance at his face. He looked detached, like he wasn't present in the moment. I felt a twist of fear run through me because someone like that, someone who doesn't react at all to having a weapon pointed near him, might not be safe to reason with.
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My friend repeated his warning, told him to stay back, to put the blade down. No response. The man just stood there, so still that even the slightest movement felt loaded with menace. I took a step back, and my backpack shifted on my shoulders, the weight reminding me that we weren't exactly powerless. But it didn't help me feel any less vulnerable.
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i told myself to stay calm that maybe this stranger was just confused or scared then in a gesture that was both simple and terrifying he moved one foot forward not fast just deliberate he stopped then another step stopped again each pause lasted a heartbeat but it punched me with anxiety It was like he had his own dark rhythm in mind.
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My friend with the gun kept saying, don't come any closer, but the guy didn't even blink. We were locked in this standoff that I never expected to face in a place I'd always considered my backyard. That's where the day took a turn from familiar to something alien. Our cozy routine was gone, replaced by a single horrifying thought, how quickly can we get away from this guy?
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My pulse hammered so loud I thought for sure the stranger could hear it. One moment we were calling out warnings, trying to keep it calm, and the next, he was stepping toward us in this bizarre, measured way. One step, stop, another step, stop. Like each footfall was time to rattle our nerves. I clutched the straps of my backpack, forcing myself not to outright sprint.
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In the dawn light, Uncle Sani found a fresh set of footprints that led away from the new house, through the scrub, and straight up into the foothills. When we followed them a short way, we noticed small patches of disturbed earth, like whoever it was dragged their feet. We didn't dare go farther without a proper ceremony. Tana insisted we leave it alone.
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Part of me wanted to grab my friends and drag them away, but it felt like any sudden move might provoke him.
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my buddy holding the gun kept his voice firm demanding the guy drop his weapon back off anything to keep him at bay yet that machete gleamed in his hand and he showed zero sign of fear my friends and i began to retreat inch by inch trying to maintain a gap between us and this silent figure the air felt thick like the forest itself was caught in a dreadful hush even the usual crackle of leaves under our boots seemed muffled
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I caught a glimpse of Manny's face. He looked just as freaked out as I felt, eyes darting around to see if maybe someone else was watching from behind a tree. It was a paranoid thought, but none of us were sure if this stranger was alone. That slow, stuttering approach never sped up. It was unnerving, like he was toying with us, savoring every shaky breath we took.
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My friend with the gun said, we're leaving now, speaking with forced calm while shifting backwards. The stranger just kept creeping forward, step by deliberate step. You'd think the sight of a firearm would have triggered some reaction, fear, alarm, something, but it was like he barely even registered the threat. His focus stayed locked on us.
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or maybe somewhere else entirely i couldn't tell the second we built a bit of space between us manny blurted go we gotta go in a hushed yell and that was it we bolted my legs started pumping adrenaline taking over the branches clawing at my clothes Every few strides I glanced back, half convinced he'd broken into a run. Instead, I saw him standing there, machete still at his side, just staring.
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In a twisted way, that was almost worse. Like he was letting us escape on his own terms. The forest rushed past in a blur. My lungs burned as I zigzagged through the undergrowth, ignoring the scrapes and scratches from brambles hooking into my pant legs.
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we put distance between ourselves and that clearing but the paranoia refused to ease up every snap of a twig behind me sent a jolt of panic through my gut my brain looped with thoughts what if he's following what if he has friends eventually we slowed breath rasping in our chests and found a more familiar part of the woods a spot we recognized with a few scattered boulders and a trickling stream.
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Nobody said a word for a solid minute as we tried to settle ourselves, eyes still flicking over our shoulders. I dialed for help on my phone, voice shaking as I gave the gist of what happened.
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some unresponsive man with a huge blade lurking in the middle of nowhere stepping toward us like it was a game even just saying the words made my stomach churn all over again once we ended the call we trudged on weaving our way to the main trail instead of relief all i felt was a low-grade dread that clung to me we were safe relatively but the chill of his expression blank and distant lingered in my memory
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That stare hinted at something deeply wrong, like he was operating on a different level of logic or had no logic at all. When we finally reached the car, we huddled around it in uneasy silence. A friend muttered something about driving to the ranger station to make sure the authorities knew exactly where to look.
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she said some places have a hunger for fear and if you wander in unprepared you might find exactly what's been feeding on it we left the property a day earlier than planned none of us wanted to linger especially with the children so rattled in the adults tents all the time
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Another friend said he wasn't sure he ever wanted to come back here, not after seeing that. I just nodded, replaying those slow, methodical steps in my head. I never thought a complete stranger could turn such a familiar place into a nightmare. Even now, I can't shake how he stood there, not flinching at the sight of the gun, not giving us a single word, just watching us scramble to get away.
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A part of me wonders if he was waiting for us to slip up or if he planned on following us at some point. I keep picturing his face, void of emotion, yet somehow intense, like all that mattered to him was that machete and whoever crossed his path. And I keep asking myself what would have happened if we'd hesitated even a second longer.
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We escaped, but the forest feels like it's changed forever, tainted by the memory of that silent threat lurking between the trees. I always thought of the Arctic nights as my personal escape. Imagine blankets of white stretching to every horizon, the sky so clear you could count the constellations if your eyes didn't blur from the cold.
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This was my hometown, a place of frozen expanses and midnight wonder. Staying cooped up indoors never appealed to me, especially when I knew the stars were out there waiting. My parents, both teachers, were usually too busy to notice I'd swiped the snowmobile keys. Most nights I'd slip out quietly, the thrill of being somewhere I shouldn't be fueling each step.
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On that particular evening, it felt like the sky was calling my name. I tiptoed across the living room, making sure not to step on the squeaky floorboard near the couch. My dad's papers, still unmarked, fanned out on the coffee table. My mom's boots, caked in days-old slush, rested by the door. They were worn out from a long day, perfect timing for me to sneak away.
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The moment I stepped outside, the chill cut into my lungs like glass. Cold nights were normal here, but there was something sharper about the air. I chalked it up to excitement and tugged my hood tighter. Pulling the cord on the snowmobile, I heard the engine sputter awake in a burst of noise. I winced, worried the sound might echo right into my parents' room, but no lights flipped on.
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Good, nobody was stopping me. I guided the snowmobile out beyond the town's edges, riding until the streetlights faded to pinpricks in the distance. The motor's rumble was almost calming, and the snow kicked up in a glittery spray behind me. Before long, I found a gentle slope, a familiar spot with a clear view of the sky, and switched off the machine.
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On the drive back to the main road, hours of bumpy dirt paths before even seeing a single highway, I sat quietly, replaying everything in my head. It was more than just footprints and a glimpse of someone's face. It felt like the land itself was unsettled, like old energies from the mountains had slithered down to toy with us.
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In the sudden silence, my own breathing sounded too loud. Usually I found that hush comforting. That night it stirred a subtle dread I couldn't explain. I scanned the heavens above, expecting the usual. A lazy satellite drifting across the stars. Maybe some faint auroras shimmering in green and purple bands. It all looked normal at a glance.
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Yet an itch under my skin told me something was different. The stillness pressed down as if the entire tundra was smothered in anticipation. I told myself I was overthinking it. After all, I'd been here a hundred times before, soaking in the cosmic beauty. Just as I started to relax, a faint tapping reached my ears, so soft I almost missed it.
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It reminded me of somebody clinking glass beads together, distant but too steady for a random breeze. Immediately, I glanced around, expecting to see a fox skittering across the snow, or a loose piece of gear tapping in the wind. Nothing.
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not a single thing moved on the horizon my gaze drifted upward and my pulse hammered for no clear reason everything appeared normal the stars were their usual brilliant selves the aurora seemed calm still the tapping sound lingered picking up in intensity until it resonated in my eardrums Panic slid into my bloodstream. Was it something mechanical? Some bizarre echo?
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I forced myself to focus, scanning every inch of the sky. That's when I noticed three distinct lights, brighter than stars, and aligned far too perfectly to be random. Each point grew in intensity, not in size, as if they were pushing through the aurora's colors.
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the tapping swelled into a sharper clack like pieces of metal colliding just out of reach my mouth went dry i wanted to jump back on the snowmobile but i couldn't tear my eyes away from these lights it felt like they were locking onto me making my bones itch from the inside then in a breath they vanished No flicker, no slow fade, simply gone.
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The noise disappeared right alongside them, leaving behind a heavy, ringing emptiness. For a moment I remained frozen, unable to decide if I should stay and see if it happened again or flee. My survival instinct finally screamed louder. My limbs jolted into action and I flung myself onto the snowmobile, fumbling with the starter.
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The machine chugged without catching, as if it was refusing to help me escape. fear made my hands shake and i yanked the cord again and again on the fourth try the engine roared to life the sudden sound jolting me i pressed the throttle and didn't look back my heart hammered with every bump in the snow convinced something out there was watching me leave
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Only once the familiar glow of the town appeared did I start to breathe easier. Yet the unease refused to lift. My senses were on high alert. Every shadow seemed to quiver. Every gust of wind felt charged with something unknown. Replaying what I saw, I struggled to make sense of it. Three perfect lights, that unnatural clicking echo. It couldn't have been just a trick of the aurora.
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Whatever it was, it left a silent echo in my thoughts, a certainty that I had glimpsed something far beyond any normal night sky show. By the time I reached home, my shoulders ached from gripping the handlebars too hard. Without hesitation, I killed the engine and pushed the snowmobile into its usual spot.
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Years later, I asked my mother why everyone accepted Hosa's story so readily. She reminded me that these sightings weren't new. Some elders believed a spirit from the mountains took on that old woman's shape and ventured down to peer into windows or creep across fences, targeting families who let their guard down.
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my heart thudded while i slipped through the door half expecting my parents to confront me with angry questions but the house was silent darker than it should have been i felt an odd pang in my gut but i shoved it aside and headed for my room I didn't dare turn on a single light, clinging to the hope of avoiding punishment for this midnight joyride.
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Little did I realize, the strangest part of the night was yet to come. As I collapsed into my bed, the memory of those three lights burned itself into my mind. For the first time, I wasn't just intrigued by the arctic night, I was downright afraid of it. When I finally stumbled into the house, a strange hush greeted me.
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Normally, the hallway light was on and the TV murmured from the living room, my parents awake and marking papers or half watching some late night show. This time, the place was pitch black, like everyone decided to call it quits at some eerily early hour. I gently closed the door behind me and stood there, letting my breath even out.
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my inside still roiled from the whirlwind of cold and sheer fear i'd just escaped on the tundra my bedroom door practically moaned when i pushed it open but nobody stirred the relief was brief my alarm clock's red digits caught my eye a blaring reminder of how messed up everything was I'd left around eleven at night, feeling pretty sure I'd only been gone maybe an hour or two.
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Yet somehow it was edging towards six in the morning. That meant nearly seven hours had evaporated. I froze, mind racing. Even the wildest aurora show or a random daydream couldn't account for all that missing time. Dropping onto my bed felt like sinking into quicksand. My body was so stiff, I realized I must have been standing out there forever, motionless. staring at those lights.
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My joints ached and my eyes throbbed as if I'd been holding them open for hours. Whenever I closed them, I saw pulsating shapes, flickers of those three points hovering in the sky. A phantom ringing teased my ears, bringing back that bizarre tapping sound. The memory unsettled me to my core, like a half-formed nightmare refusing to let go. I wanted to shake myself and say it was a hallucination.
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Maybe I'd dozed off on the snowmobile, but the physical evidence was impossible to ignore. My numb fingers, my throbbing legs, and the throaty rattle the engine made on my way home. It had never struggled like that before. The air outside the window looked unchanged, a deep arctic gloom, but that only cemented the feeling that time had no logical flow tonight.
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After several minutes, though it felt like hours, I forced myself to sit up. My parents, for once, hadn't rushed out to scold me, which meant either they were completely oblivious or I was more stealthy than I deserved to be. Normally I'd feel triumphant about sneaking in scot-free, but not tonight. The silence in the house gnawed at me.
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knowing we'd found footprints all around both houses made it impossible to dismiss it as a child's nightmare even now i don't love talking about it i don't go back to mexico often and when i do i stay in tana's old house with the windows sealed up
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i kept imagining shapes lurking beyond each doorway waiting for me to explain what i'd seen my heart pounded erratically not from the excitement of a rebellious joy ride but from a fear i couldn't even name giving up on the idea of sleep i flicked on my bedside lamp its dim glow chasing away some of the shadows
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My snow gear lay in a wet pile near the closet, and I remembered how the front door lock had been a little stiff or maybe a bit scratched. Was that a coincidence? Or had someone, something messed with it? My head buzzed with possibilities, all of them worse than the last. I kept picturing a shape, tall or monstrous, lurking outside, lured by those lights. Or maybe it was all in my head.
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Whichever it was, I didn't plan on finding out the hard way. I fumbled for my phone, thinking about texting a friend for some semblance of normalcy. But what would I even say? Hey, I got stuck staring at weird lights for seven hours. Can't sleep because I'm half convinced I'm losing my mind. You up? Yeah, right.
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I felt too jittery to deal with the awkward questions that would follow, so I just sat there, letting my breath stutter into something like a rhythm, waiting for morning to break. When dawn finally came, it bled through the window in pale gray strips, transforming the cramped bedroom into something I recognized, but only barely. The thin sunlight exposed every random detail.
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The peeling wallpaper corner, the scattered school binders. I should have found it comforting, but my nerves stayed sharp. Even with daylight, a different sort of dread settled in my gut. If I stepped outside, would I sense any lingering presence of those lights overhead? Thoughts tumbled around as I weighed telling my parents what happened.
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They weren't the type to dismiss me out of hand, but the idea of describing those pulsing orbs and the mechanical tapping made me uneasy. I worried they'd assume I was making up a story to cover for sneaking out. Plus, there was this undercurrent of shame, like I'd stumbled into something far bigger than I could handle, and that I should keep quiet or risk unleashing it more.
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Eventually the clock nudged past eight. My body felt hollow, like I'd sprinted a marathon overnight. Somewhere in the house, my father started moving around, kitchen chairs scraping the floor. The smell of coffee drifted down the hallway, normally a comforting sign. Not today. I didn't want to walk in there, meet his eyes, and pretend everything was normal.
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Relatives still speak of a pale figure who prowls around occasionally, especially during those large gatherings when people are too occupied to notice who or what might be sneaking around in the dark. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if there's something in the mountains, something that can wear a human face for a night, just to remind us it's still there.
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I didn't want to see pity or confusion if I tried to explain. In that moment, I promised myself I would never go out to the tundra alone at night again. Memories of the swirling aurora and the star-filled vista were now tainted by an unsettling aura of fear. Whatever hovered in the sky that night, whatever stole hours from me, felt like it had burrowed into my thoughts.
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No sense risking another round. Eventually I peeled myself off the bed and started getting ready, ignoring the reflection in my mirror that revealed dark smudges under my eyes. I figured I'd power through the day, maybe blame insomnia on some big assignment.
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deep down i knew that if i admitted the truth to anyone i'd have to face it more directly and i wasn't ready for that truth be told i wondered if i'd ever be ready at all some things are better left behind in the arctic night especially when they refuse to follow the rules of time and reason As I left my room, I had no doubt I'd glimpse something unimaginable out there.
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And if it wanted to be seen again, well, I wasn't about to volunteer for a second look. It was close to noon by the time me and my two friends Eric and Sam stumbled onto my dad's old place in Woorie, Yallock. The sun was burning through a haze of clouds, and the whole driveway felt deserted, like it hadn't seen a car or a person in ages.
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Dad was there long enough to toss me the spare key and drop a casual warning. He might sneak up on our campsite later just to spook us. I figured it was his way of reliving a prankster youth. We offloaded whatever gear we didn't need for the night. Then we were off. The three of us tromped along an overgrown trail that snaked behind the house.
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Wild bushes clawed at our legs, and every so often one of us would curse under our breath when a sharp twig snagged our clothes. The further we went, the quieter it got. No hum of cars, no chatter from neighbors, just endless undergrowth and the crunch of our boots.
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Something about that stillness had me on edge, but I told myself this was exactly what I'd wanted, wilderness, and a real break from everything. After a couple of hours, we found a little clearing tucked between scraggly trees and thick brush. It looked perfect, flat enough to pitch a tent, room for a campfire, and plenty of dead branches for fuel.
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We started gathering wood, making jokes about nasty spiders and the weird ways we could prank each other once it got dark. that's when eric lifted up what looked like a sun bleached stick and said dude this is a bone turned out the area was littered with them some were brittle cracking apart at the slightest touch others were bigger and had a weight to them
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Sam tried to brush it off by saying something about old cow bones from when the land was farmland. We jumped on wilder theories just to mess with each other. Maybe it was an old dumping ground for criminals. Maybe it was some creepy ritual site. That sort of talk got us all watching our backs. Eventually, we built a decent fire. The glow felt comforting in the early evening gloom.
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Eric tossed in one of the smaller bone sticks to see if it burned any different. It made a weird sizzle for a second, then fizzled out like regular kindling. Didn't exactly smell great, but we shrugged it off. We cooked whatever snacks we'd brought, told silly ghost stories, and started joking about how my dad might show up wearing a mask.
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The thought alone makes me reluctant to glance out a window after dark, as if I half expect to see that chilling smile right on the other side of the bars. I remember how the house felt too big that evening, despite how cramped it usually was. You'd think having two brothers around would make me feel safer, but it was just us against this uneasy vibe creeping into every corner.
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It gave me a bit of confidence to think that, at worst, I'd just have to endure dad's sense of humor. I must have dozed off sometime after midnight. The campfire was dying, and a faint breeze rustled the leaves above us. Next thing I knew, Sam was shaking my shoulder, mumbling something about a flashlight on the tent wall. My mind reeled for a second.
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I'd almost forgotten the plan for Dad to scare us. This was prime time for him to jump out from behind a tree. But when I focused, I realized the look in Sam's eyes was genuine fear. Eric was sitting bolt upright, breathing real slow, peering at the tent fabric as if any second it might rip open. Light flickered across the thin nylon like someone was moving the torch in slow sweeps.
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Then it vanished. We heard a shuffle, branches snapping in a pattern that suggested more than one person was out there. I whispered, probably my dad, but for the first time all day, that idea didn't feel comforting. Something soft brushed against the side of the tent. We all froze. I forced a grin even though my stomach was a knot.
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If it was Dad, he'd probably jump right in, cackling at how scared we were. But no cackling came. Instead, there was this low, hushed whisper I couldn't quite parse. It rose and fell, like a weird chant or several voices overlapping. I shot Eric a glance and he mouthed, who else would come all the way out here? I had no answer. That whispering went on for what felt like forever.
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Every so often I'd catch the faintest crunch of leaves, like someone pacing. My friends were trembling and I can't pretend I was calm either. I was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how Dad could have convinced any friends of his to join a prank this extreme, hiking hours through dense bush just to stand outside our tent and whisper. Then at once, it all stopped.
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The silence slammed down so hard it rang in my ears. I waited for something else. A footstep. A cough. Anything. but heard only my own unsteady breathing. We sat up the rest of the night, half expecting that torch beam to slice through the dark again. The tension got so thick I couldn't tell if my mind was conjuring shapes outside the tent, or if someone was actually still there.
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When dawn finally broke, we basically tore down the tent in record time. Nobody bothered with breakfast, we just wanted out.
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we power walked all the way back ignoring the aches in our legs and the stinging scratches across our arms by the time we dragged ourselves into the yard of my dad's house we were drenched in sweat and shaking dad was sitting on the porch sipping coffee he looked up saw our expressions and asked what was wrong we told him everything from the weird whispering to the tapping on the tent
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He got real serious and said, I never made it out last night. I was with my girlfriend. He even apologized for not following through on his plan. He'd fallen asleep early. His reaction was so genuine, I almost wished he'd been lying. It would have felt better if there was a simple explanation, a punchline, but there wasn't.
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As he stared at us, frowning like he couldn't decide whether to blame some random trespassers or our overactive imaginations, I realized we might never know who had been out there, or why. All I knew was that something, or someone, had circled our tent in the dark and whispered in hushed voices as we cowered inside.
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and no matter how many times I try to laugh it off, the memory of that night still leaves me uneasy whenever I think about setting up camp in the middle of nowhere again. A few years had slipped by since that horrifying night in the clearing, but no matter how many times I shrugged it off in conversation, or joked about it after a few drinks, the memory always lingered in the back of my thoughts.
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i'd see a picture of someone camping and remember the faint tapping on our tent and that unsettling whispering part of me knew i had to go back to that spot somewhere between fear and curiosity i wanted to prove to myself it had all been a fluke or teenage imagination and to be honest i needed closure That's how I found myself rolling into Wurijalik again with my friend Mark in tow.
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He'd heard the story and was convinced I was either exaggerating or missing some logical explanation. He came along almost like a skeptic investigator, determined to reveal the truth about what happened. Dad wasn't around this time. He'd taken a job a few hours away, so we had the run of the old house. It felt emptier than ever, dust dancing in the sunlight that slipped through the grimy windows.
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Normally we'd all be at the dinner with the rest of the family, laughing, eating, and celebrating. Instead, we got stuck tending sheep, and the place felt hollow without our parents' voices echoing off those mudstone walls. It started with the dogs outside. They barked in this erratic way, like they couldn't decide if they were afraid or furious. My older brother said it was probably coyotes.
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The silence stirred up memories from the last trip, making me more anxious than I cared to admit. mark and i set out on foot the next morning the brush had grown wilder like nature decided to reclaim the area with a vengeance vines snaked across the path and every so often the ground dipped unexpectedly sending one of us stumbling
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the leaves overhead clustered so thickly they blocked out most of the sky no birds no other hikers just us pushing deeper the only sound being branches snapping under our boots it reminded me of how isolated we were and i could tell mark was beginning to catch some of my unease Eventually we reached that same clearing. My heart thudded a little faster.
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I remembered where the tent had been, the circle of black ash from our old fire pit still faintly visible in the dirt. The place seemed oddly silent, like it was holding its breath. Mark poked around, snapping photos on his phone, asking me to point out exactly where we found the bones. But there were no bones this time, just a few random sticks that didn't look too special.
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i started thinking maybe this trip would be a bust that i'd overhyped everything that's when mark wandered behind a thicket and hissed my name hidden by a weave of dead branches stood a rusted corrugated iron shack bullet holes pockmarked the metal leaving jagged edges that hinted at some violent past
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A tall oil drum leaned against one wall, blackened on the inside and stacked with burned clothes. Shirts, maybe jackets. Whatever they'd been, they were reduced to scorched rags. A pair of axes lay nearby, their handles split and dirty, but definitely used before. My pulse spiked. The memory of those whispers played over in my head.
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For years, I'd told myself those voices might have been some harmless bushwalkers, or a weird echo. Staring at this shack, I felt that old dread seeping back in. Mark took a shaky breath. This is messed up, he muttered. I tried to sound braver than I felt, muttering something about an old hunting cabin, or maybe a place squatters used.
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But a hunting cabin doesn't usually feature bullet-riddled walls, an oil drum of burned clothing, and a pair of axes left lying around like they'd been used recently. And the footprints in the dirt, they looked recent enough to me.
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something told me we were standing in a spot where we weren't welcome the tension cranked up even higher when i noticed what might have been small animal bones near the drum or maybe they weren't animal bones at all mark just stared fiddling with his camera and i realized his hand was shaking as he tried to take a picture A sense of being watched crawled up my spine.
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I felt like if I turned around too quickly, I'd catch sight of someone peering at us through the trees. We moved quietly, not wanting to leave more tracks. Every step felt like a gamble. Mark kept checking behind us, but all I could see was that endless green wall of leaves. I wanted to call out, to test if maybe there was a normal explanation. Some ranger's outpost or old caretaker's hut.
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but the place felt suffocating like any loud noise might trigger something lurking in the underbrush when we finally convinced ourselves to step away from the shack we heard a distant crack like a branch snapping except it sounded purposeful close enough to send us running we exchanged glances both thinking the same thing If someone was out here, we wanted to be anywhere else.
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We crashed through the trees, ignoring the scrapes and the sharp sting of nettles against our legs. Every crunch behind us made me flinch. I was convinced we were being followed. After what felt like forever, we burst onto a narrow dirt road a few miles from the house. We stood there panting, our clothes smeared with mud, hearts going like mad.
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My younger brother half agreed, but I caught him staring at the door a bit too long, like he wasn't convinced either. Me, I acted like nothing was wrong, but I was lying to myself. After dinner, we tried to settle down for the night. The idea was to keep things normal. We checked the sheep through the window, found all of them in the pen, then bolted the door. But the dogs wouldn't let up.
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Mark kept looking over his shoulder, but I didn't see anything chasing us. That made it worse, in a way, not knowing if we'd really heard someone, or if paranoia had taken over. Back at the old place, we flung open the door and sank into a pair of dusty chairs. I found a half-flat soda in the fridge and downed it, my throat raw from running.
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Mark asked in a shaky voice, Do you think it's connected? The people with the flashlights back then. Could they still be out there? All I could do was shrug. I told him about the folks in town who sometimes whispered about shady happenings in the bush. Illegal stuff, hidden camps, people you don't want to meet after dark. That night I called Dad. He sounded worried, but not surprised.
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said he'd heard rumors for years a place deep in the forest that got used for god knows what my mind drifted to the bullet holes the axes and that barrel of burned clothes maybe we interrupted whoever set up that shack maybe they were just waiting for us to leave mark and i spent a few hours packing up neither of us wanted to hang around woorie yollock anymore as we locked up and headed off in my car i stared at the tree line
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part of me knew we'd probably never find out the whole truth. Whatever happened in that bush, both that night years ago and now, felt like it belonged to another world, one that didn't appreciate strangers. I kept thinking about the tapping on the tent, those whispered voices, and how someone clearly had a place nearby for a reason.
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And as much as I'd always been drawn to the wilderness, I realized there are parts of it that aren't meant to be discovered by people like me As a child or young teenager, I had a very strange experience in the woods. I'm not sure if this encounter involved some kind of entity or perhaps something else. I hope someone can give me more information about what happened to me and my friend.
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I, female, was around 12 years old at the time, and one of my best friends, let's call him Alex, was about 10. Alex's father had purchased a large tract of forested land about 100 kilometers from the city we lived in, Montreal, Canada. It was all forest when his family bought it, so they cleared a small patch to build a house, leaving the rest as untouched woodland.
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their property was split by a dirt road that if followed for several kilometers led to a few other houses each side of that dirt road felt very different on the right side where their house was the forest was light and luminous or at least it felt that way It wasn't too dense, with gentle rolling hills. A lovely place to play. On the left side of the road, however, it was a different story.
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First, there was a deep ditch, about two meters down, and then a steep hill. Oddly, this ditch was full of old car parts all along the road. Wheels, doors, steering wheels. Everything covered in moss.
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He had glanced down to see several figures, human in shape but sprinting on all fours, running right beside the car, somehow matching his speed at 40 miles an hour. He insisted he wasn't joking.
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beyond that steep hill the forest felt ominous filled with tall dark coniferous trees that seemed devoid of light or life sometimes we climbed that hill though rarely because it gave us the creeps and there was a sort of swamp at the top Whenever we ventured there, we felt an unsettling pressure, like an instinct telling us to leave.
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The creepy atmosphere was obvious to both me and Alex, and we jokingly called that side of the road the Demon's Forest. One weekend, probably in 2001 or 2002, my family and I visited Alex's family. Tired of listening to the adults, we decided to play in the forest. Alex's father warned us about an animal that had been rummaging in their trash bin.
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They'd be quiet one second, then start yelping and growling like someone stepped into their territory. I remember pacing the length of the house, from the old wood stove to the window, while my brothers pretended to doze off. My younger brother teased, quit being so jumpy, but the flicker in his eyes told me he wasn't feeling calm either. Eventually, I guess I just forced myself to lie down.
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apparently a Rottweiler-like dog that might belong to someone farther up the dirt road. He said it looked unhealthy or diseased, maybe missing patches of fur, so we shouldn't interact with it if we saw it. Off we went. It was autumn, and the leaves were golden, many already on the ground. The day was calm and slightly overcast. with no wind at all, just a very still atmosphere.
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We walked along the dirt road with the pleasant forest to our right and the demon's forest to our left. We chatted as we followed the road uphill, feeling slightly uneasy about the creepy forest on the left. We tried to be brave and ignore the unsettling vibe. Eventually, well out of sight of Alex's home, I noticed something odd.
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On the left side, where the steep hill rose above us, a large dark pine tree hung over the road. Someone had tied a pink ribbon to one of its branches, which was already strange because Alex's family had no daughters or other young girls around. The ribbon's loose ends were flapping almost horizontally, as if in strong wind. But there was no wind at all.
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I even touched the ribbon and did the old lick your finger and hold it up trick my dad taught me. There was no breeze, yet the ribbon kept flapping. I mentioned it to Alex, but he seemed preoccupied, so I let it go and we kept walking. We soon reached a spot where the hill on the left wasn't so steep.
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It looked as though the hillside had been carved out in a shallow half-circle, making it easy to climb into the Demon's Forest. From where we stood, the road felt like a stage, and the slope of fallen red and gold leaves stretched up in front of us, with trees starting at the top about nine meters higher. We paused to admire the view. Canadian autumns are truly beautiful. Suddenly,
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Alex got excited. He said he heard something up in the demon's forest. He claimed there were wild cats in there. He and his dad had seen them, and one had reportedly had kittens. To kids our age, the idea of kittens was thrilling, though I couldn't shake my unease. He insisted he'd just heard a cat meow.
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I hadn't heard a thing and doubted him, but he wanted us to meow back in hopes the cat, and possibly its kittens, would come our way. Before I could protest he let out a loud meow toward the forest. To my shock, the forest meowed back. Alex was delighted. He meowed again. Once more something responded from the woods. I was unsettled. It didn't make any sense.
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Still, I stayed quiet to see what would happen. Every time he meowed, there was an immediate meow in return. It wasn't an echo. There were no hard surfaces for sound to bounce off. And it only returned our meows. Nothing else. Alex became even more excited. Listen.
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it's coming toward us he said sure that the cat was approaching with its kittens and disturbingly enough there was the clear rustle of leaves as something approached from higher up the slope but it felt wrong cats are small and quiet they don't make such a racket it sounded more like footsteps heavy ones almost like someone walking on two legs and the sound was definitely getting closer
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My instincts screamed that something was off, but Alex was oblivious and kept calling out. Then it hit me. We had an open view of the slope, yet we saw nothing. If something was coming at us, we should have seen it plainly. There was nothing but rustling and meowing sounds. Soon, multiple sets of rustling seemed to converge, getting closer with nothing visible. I wanted to run, but Alex got mad.
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He believed the kittens were nearly there. By that time, I felt real fear. We were exposed on that stage, and whatever was approaching was definitely not a bunch of playful kittens. I was about to drag him back home when it happened. I heard loud panting, right at my feet. For a split second, I wasn't alarmed. It sounded just like my husky panting next to me. Then dread seized me.
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The rush of silence that followed was almost worse than the barking. It was like a switch had been flipped and the dogs decided to clam up all at once. My mind raced with possibilities. Maybe the dogs had chased off whatever had them so worked up. or maybe they lost interest and wandered off. But each thought felt incomplete.
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My dog was nowhere near here, so this had to be another dog, a big one, standing right at my feet. I looked down, ready to jump away, but there was nothing there. The panting continued, loud and unmistakable, as if something was inches from me. I spun around, screaming, searching for the source. Still nothing. Then I glanced up the dirt road.
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About a hundred meters away, at the top of the slope, stood a lone dog. It resembled a Rottweiler, but was in awful shape. Patchy fur, filthy, with bits of skin exposed. It was staring straight at us. There was no way I could hear that dog panting from such a distance, especially so loudly at my feet. At that point, my flight instinct kicked in. I have never run faster in my life.
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Thankfully, it was all downhill. Alex was right beside me, also terrified. We made it home safely and never walked in those woods again. I visited Alex's place many more times over the years, but always avoided those woods. We had some great parties there as teenagers, sometimes staying up late and having fun. Still, I felt uneasy whenever I went outside, especially at night.
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When I slept over, I often had strange experiences. Upon waking, I'd sense that something was there, watching me. In that half-awake state, I even saw a shape floating near the ceiling. I never felt it was immediately threatening, more like it was observing me. I'm not sure if that was related to what happened on the dirt road. We never discussed that day again.
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Recently, I did some research and found that this land is historically associated with the Algonquin people. though one source mentioned Mohawk. If anyone has insights into what I experienced, I'd be grateful for any clarification. I still remember how my stomach twisted in excited knots that night.
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Mike and I had just finished a simple low-key dinner, one of those casual first dates where you're not entirely sure if you've impressed the other person. We were sitting in his car, lingering in the parking lot, both of us glancing at each other like we didn't want the night to end. That's when he suggested it. A midnight hike up Provo Canyon. Part of me hesitated.
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I knew the canyon could be ominous after dark. But I was riding a wave of adrenaline, eager to see where this new connection might lead. Without a second thought, I said yes, pretending I was braver than I felt. We left the comforting glow of streetlights and drove deeper into the canyon.
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With each passing mile, the usual hum of nighttime activity vanished, replaced by a quiet so dense it made me lean forward in my seat. I caught fleeting silhouettes of towering cliffs on either side of the road, barely outlined by starshine. Mike kept tapping the steering wheel, seemingly at ease, but I caught him squinting at the unlit trailhead as we pulled over.
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So I laid there, staring at the low ceiling, my stomach twisting with a kind of dread I couldn't explain. At some point exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep. A while later, I woke up with a start, realizing I needed the outhouse. Of course, there was no way I was going out there alone in the dark.
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Watching him reach for a flashlight gave me a small surge of reassurance, even if I wasn't sure that little beam could do much out here. Once we stepped out, the cold air wrapped around me. I tugged my jacket tighter, silently second-guessing my decision. Mike took the lead on a narrow path that cut between shadowy rock faces. At first the atmosphere felt almost romantic.
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The crunch of gravel under our feet, the faint rustle of leaves overhead, it felt like we had this entire slice of nature to ourselves. But with each step, my awareness of how isolated we were grew. My breath started coming quicker, and I found myself checking the trail behind us now and then, half expecting something to emerge from the darkness. Mike still hadn't admitted he was nervous.
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but I noticed how he kept scanning the path ahead. He'd mentioned he was familiar with the area, yet his pace slowed every few strides, like he was trying to decide if we should go on or turn back. I kept telling myself that nothing was actually wrong, that it was just nerves playing tricks on me.
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Still, I couldn't deny the strangeness in the air, the way every sound, from our footsteps to the slightest breeze felt amplified. Eventually we reached a stretch where overhanging branches blocked what little starlight we had. Mike flicked on the flashlight, and the beam wavered, casting frantic shapes across the ground.
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The path seemed narrower than ever, and I noticed that he gripped the light so tightly his knuckles turned white. We pressed on with careful steps. I thought about suggesting we turn around, but I didn't want him to think I was a coward. Maybe he felt the same, because neither of us spoke.
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that's when mike halted i almost bumped into him he didn't move for a few seconds and a sliver of panic surged through me the flashlight beam grazed the dirt illuminating a lump in our path something that didn't fit the usual rocks and branches My pulse throbbed. Mike shifted back, not daring to nudge it again.
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He raised the flashlight a little, and the beam flickered over rough ground, but I still couldn't make out what was lying there. The quiet pressed in. We locked eyes, and I knew instantly that we both wanted to run. Neither of us asked questions. We pivoted and retraced our steps with hurried intensity.
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every bump of my shoe against the gravel felt thunderous the flashlight swung back and forth revealing just enough to guide us out but i kept imagining silhouettes lurking beyond its edge i didn't breathe easy until we reached the car even then my hands shook so hard i had trouble fastening my seat belt
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we drove away in a tense silence each too unsettled to speak the farther we got from the trailhead the more my chest loosened but a queasy sense of unfinished business clung to me i tried to make a joke about how we'd picked a ridiculous way to spend a first date But the words died on my lips. Mike forced a half-smile, though his eyes stayed glued to the empty highway.
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In that moment, I told myself it was just a late-night scare, some weird fluke. We were both alive, unhurt. So what was there to worry about? But part of me couldn't ignore the electric sense that we'd dodged something dreadful, a brush with a threat that had no name yet. We never spoke about that shapeless lump on the trail, and deep down, I think we both knew we'd never forget it.
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so i nudged my brother awake and he gave me this smirk that said really you're scared of the dark like a little kid if it weren't for my pounding nerves i might have snapped back at him but instead i just told him to bring the flashlight stepping outside was like walking into a vacuum. The moon was out, but it wasn't helping my nerves at all.
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For a while, we pretended nothing had happened on that trail. Mike and I carried on with our lives, dating, moving in together, eventually tying the knot, And we never once brought up the memory of that strange night. It became an unspoken agreement. If we didn't talk about it, maybe it would fade away.
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Every so often, though, I caught him glancing at me in the dark, like he was pondering the same questions I was too afraid to voice. Did we really bump into something serious out there, or was it all in our heads? Years passed in relative peace. We settled into a small apartment, got steady jobs, even started hosting Saturday brunches for our friends.
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Life felt almost normal, until the evening we came across a television program about Ted Bundy. It wasn't the usual true crime special I might have tuned out. Something about the interviewer's tone made me pause. I can't explain it, but I felt a chill as Mike and I looked at each other. He froze mid-bite of his dinner, remote still in hand.
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On screen, Bundy talked with a disturbing calm, as though he was describing a casual outing. Then he was asked about the night he almost got caught in Provo Canyon. My heart began to pound so violently, I thought it might drown out the sound from the TV.
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At first, I refused to believe it could be our story, but he described luring a girl there, disposing of her body, and hearing a pair of hikers heading up the trail. He mentioned that the man practically stepped on the victim, and for a moment, he thought he'd been found out. But then, inexplicably, those two people just turned around and vanished into the darkness.
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I looked at Mike, waiting for him to say something, hoping he'd crack a joke or reassure me it was a coincidence. But he stared at the screen, jaw clenched, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. In that silence, realization slammed into me. I felt my pulse jump to my temples and a wave of nausea washed over me. It couldn't be anyone else. We were the ones who stumbled into that nightmare.
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It had to be the same night, the same canyon, the same detail of stepping on something that didn't belong there. I don't remember how long we sat in that stunned fog before one of us reached over and muted the TV. All I recall is the weight of what we'd learned pressing down on us like a crushing vice. Neither of us knew what to say. It was a minute, maybe two, but it felt like an hour.
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We just stared at each other, grappling with the nauseating certainty that we had been yards away, mere steps away, from one of the most vicious predators in modern history. From that night on, our memory of the midnight hike changed forever. Up until then, we could treat it like an odd camping story gone wrong, something we'd overinflated in our imaginations.
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But with the truth out in the open, I started having these jolting flashbacks in the middle of the night. I'd dream I was back on that trail, surrounded by blackness, hearing phantom footsteps behind us. In my nightmares, Mike and I turned around, and we weren't alone.
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I'd wake up gasping, unable to shake the possibility that Bundy had been mere inches behind a tree, watching us, maybe even considering how easily he could take us both. Mike became quieter in the weeks that followed. He stopped going to the climbing gym, lost interest in the adventure sports he used to love.
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The sheep were still, huddled near the fence, and not a single dog was visible. I could practically taste the tension in the air. We crept toward the outhouse, the flashlight beam darting across the ground and throwing wild shadows on the stone walls. My brother and
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One day, he admitted he couldn't stand the sound of gravel anymore because it reminded him of our rush to the car that night. That confession actually made me feel less alone in my fear. I wasn't the only one consumed by it. We never reported anything to the police because by then it was long in the past. Bundy was already locked away, no longer a threat to anyone.
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But that sense of helplessness stayed with us. We'd been so clueless, so close to tragedy, and it was pure luck that we stumbled out unscathed. There's a certain guilt that comes with surviving when someone else obviously didn't, and that guilt settled over us like a heavy shroud. Even now, if the topic of late-night hiking comes up at a get-together, Mike and I exchange knowing looks.
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Our friends have no clue about the dark secret we share. Sometimes they'll ask if we want to go on a group camping trip, but we always find an excuse. They don't understand why we refuse, and I hope they never have to. These days, I don't think about it constantly, but every once in a while, something, like a news story or a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision, will jolt the memory back.
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I'll be transported to that moment on the trail, the darkness pressing in, my stomach nodding in a sudden surge of alarm as my foot grazes something indescribable. And I'll recall the stark truth. In those moonless hours, a twisted mind lurked just out of sight, watching our every step. We left with our lives. Someone else never made it out.
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That evening we all gathered around the campfire, passing around snacks and trading random jokes, when my friend settled in across from me. Normally, he was one of the livelier folks, always laughing, always ready with a comeback. But that night, his face looked drawn and he kept tapping his foot on the dirt like he was working up the nerve to say something.
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We'll carry that knowledge with us, silently, for the rest of our days. I crawled out of my bunk at the ranger station hours before sunrise, feeling a flicker of anticipation in my chest. Early mornings in Yellowstone usually give me a calm kind of thrill, like the park is mine alone for just a little while. I did a quick gear check under the buzzing fluorescent light.
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Water, snacks, my radio, a small first aid kit. Everything seemed in order. A couple of colleagues were sipping coffee nearby, but we just nodded at each other. We all had our own plans for the day, and I was already focused on getting out to the Lamar Valley. The drive to the trailhead was quiet. No tourists at that hour, no long lines of cars, just the open road and the promise of solitude.
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When I finally parked and started walking...
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the sun began its slow climb painting the sky with gentle streaks of pink and gold the air tasted fresh and a few bison dotted the far edges of the valley i remember thinking this is what i love about this job everything felt peaceful in that moment i covered the first few miles at an easy pace scanning the horizon for wolves or elk the grass was long shifting in waves that made the landscape look almost alive
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still grinning at my anxiety disappeared inside leaving me standing there feeling more exposed by the second that's when the dogs started up again except it wasn't the usual barking it was furious i turned toward the sagebrush my flashlight picking out random shapes and suddenly one of the dogs made a scream-like noise something i'd never heard before A second later, everything cut off again.
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normally i find that movement comforting but something nagged at the back of my mind a kind of tension i couldn't quite name the only sounds were my own footfalls and the soft rustle of wind no faint hum of other hikers no distant vehicles It felt like the valley and I were the only two things in existence. Around eleven miles from the nearest road, the trail opened up into a wide clearing.
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That's where I saw it. At first, I assumed it was a large rock half buried in the dirt. But stepping closer revealed the unmistakable shape of a deer's head. A doe, to be exact. It lay right in the middle of the path, as if it had been placed with precise intention. My pulse thudded heavier in my ears as I moved in for a better look.
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I'd seen plenty of wildlife remains over the years, carcasses torn apart by wolves or bears, half eaten by scavengers. This was different. No blood pooled around it, and the neck ended in an unsettlingly smooth line. The doe's eyes were wide open. appearing almost alive if you didn't stare too hard. No marks, no ragged fur, nothing.
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Just a head that looked untouched by teeth or talons or anything else. Even the local ravens, which would normally swoop in, were nowhere to be seen. I crouched down, trying to keep my voice steady in case I needed to radio back to headquarters. But my radio only hissed static. the valley blocking out a clear signal.
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My hands trembled a bit as I snapped a few photos, the camera lens focusing on every unsettling detail. Part of me wanted to check for the rest of the body, but the logical side of my brain knew it would be close by if a natural predator had been responsible. There wasn't a single track, no drag marks in the dirt, no sign of a struggle.
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stepping around the area felt like i was tiptoeing through some kind of forbidden zone the sun was still shining but the scene radiated a strange darkness all its own i glanced toward the tall grass half expecting to see movement Maybe a lurking animal or a person crouched out of sight. My unease swelled with every second. Eventually, I decided I'd gathered all I could.
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My radio still crackled uselessly, and the notion of returning to a better vantage for a clear signal felt urgent. Before I left, I took one last long look at that severed head, burned the image into my mind. I'd handled my share of bizarre situations as a ranger, but this one felt beyond bizarre.
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There was a deep sense that something wanted me to see this, as if the valley itself had decided to show me something it kept hidden from everyone else. I turned away, heart pounding, and started back along the trail, wrestling with too many questions and too few answers.
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my usual comfort in the solitude had evaporated the wide-open landscape felt oddly suffocating and i knew as i moved further from that horrifying sight that i wouldn't rest until i found some explanation no matter how impossible it seemed I made my way back along the winding trail with a knot in my stomach, replaying every moment I'd spent crouched beside that severed deer head.
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they weren't animals or some optical illusion though part of him wished that's all it had been we were all dead silent around the fire the only sound was the pop and crackle of burning wood that image six or so people galloping alongside a moving vehicle was too bizarre to dismiss I almost expected someone to laugh and call it a prank, but no one did.
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The air felt colder than it had an hour ago, even though the sun still glared overhead. Each step kicked up dust that settled on my boots, but I hardly noticed. My eyes were glued to the horizon, scanning for any sign of movement. It felt like something could be watching from behind the swaying grass. The path began to climb steadily, and I fought the temptation to pick up the pace.
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It wasn't just the shock of what I'd found. It was the weight of all the unanswered questions crushing my nerves. The dull crackle of static on my radio finally began to morph into a faint buzz of chatter as I cleared the ridge. My heart gave a leap.
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grateful for even a sliver of connection to the outside world i paused on a rocky outcrop steadying my breath and lifted the radio to my lips base this is ranger shelton i said my voice trembling more than i wanted come in the silence was agonizing punctuated by a hiss of static then a voice crackled through low and cautious Shelton, this is Base. We read you. Everything okay out there?
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No howling, no rustling, not even the sound of sheep. My mouth went dry, and I gripped that flashlight like it was my only lifeline. In the sudden hush, I noticed a figure at the truck, leaning casually with an arm propped on the cab. It was too tall to be any normal person. face chalk white under the moon, eyes that burned red even from where I stood.
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I almost laughed at the question. I, uh, I need to report something. Unusual. I managed. My mouth felt dry, my tongue thick. How could I possibly describe what I saw? There's a deer head, a doe. It's been, cleanly severed. No blood, no tracks, no body. Eleven miles in. A heavy pause stretched over the connection. Say again? The voice asked, clearly uncertain.
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I took a deep breath, doing my best to sound calm. A severed deer head, intact. It's right in the middle of the trail. There's no evidence of a predator. All right, the dispatcher finally replied. Copy that. We'll send someone to check it out. Stand by for further instructions. The click of the radio going silent rattled me more than I expected.
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I'd hoped for an immediate explanation, some kind of logical solution. But nothing came. Instead, I had the echo of my own words in my head, sounding more absurd by the second.
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i continued up the ridge the silence closing in again the bright sunlight felt at odds with the dark unease that clung to me and i realized i'd been walking with my shoulders hunched tight as if bracing for something behind me my mind wouldn't quit circling the same questions what could sever a head so neatly out here in the middle of nowhere who would go to such lengths just to leave it on a path and why a doe with no antlers or anything of worth to a poacher
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By the time I reached my camp that evening, I could barely keep from pacing. In the soft glow of my flashlight, I scrolled through the photos I'd taken, zooming in on each bizarre detail. The eyes still looked alive. I found myself staring at the smooth cut, hoping to see some clue that might have escaped me out in the field. Every angle just drove home how unnatural it was.
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My mind darted back to fireside rumors I'd heard from fellow rangers in the past. Stories of strange figures glimpsed at the edge of the woods. Unearthly sounds echoing through canyons at night. I'd always thought they were tall tales, something to spook new hires. But tonight, I found it harder to dismiss them. I called it an early night, but sleep refused to come.
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I kept tossing, half lost in nightmares of severed animal parts scattered around the park. Each time I drifted off, I'd jerk awake with the sensation that something had brushed past my tent. The wind outside rustled the branches, but it might as well have been claws scratching at the fabric. The next morning, despite feeling like I'd barely slept, I was wide awake before dawn.
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A colleague, Ranger Peters, had overheard my radio call and offered to come along for a second look. We set off together, packs slung over our shoulders, the sky a weak gray that hinted at sunrise. Peters was taller than me, broad-shouldered and calm, just the kind of presence I needed after my rattled night.
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We hiked briskly, barely talking, as though words might invite some unseen force into our conversation. It took a solid couple of hours to reach the spot I'd marked on my map. I led the way, my heart hammering in my chest. With every step I waited to smell that metallic scent of fresh kill or see a flash of white fur in the grass. Nothing.
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When we finally reached the exact location, my breath caught in my throat. The deer head was gone. The trail was empty, the grass unruffled. Not a single trace of anything unusual. I even recognized the same twisted tree trunk I'd used as a landmark. But the path before it was spotless. I knelt and ran my hand over the ground. No stains, no scuffs.
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My heart hammered in my chest as I watched it kick one of our dogs, just lashed out, sending the poor thing bolting away. All the others scattered like they'd met the devil himself. Then that figure turned and fixed its gaze on me. For a few agonizing moments, I felt like I was breathing in tar. Everything around me pulsed with a crimson haze, and a nauseating, rotting smell rolled over me.
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It looked like nothing more gruesome than a gentle morning breeze had passed through here. Peters frowned and glanced at me. I saw doubt flicker across his face. But I quickly pulled out my phone and showed him the photographs. He studied them intently. Could it have been a coyote or something dragging it off? I shook my head. There wasn't a single footprint when I found it and it was too clean.
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If something dragged it away, I'd expect signs of that too. Peters exhaled, scanning the horizon. The valley stretched out, calm as ever, bison ambling in the distance like this was just another quiet day. But now that I'd witnessed that disturbing spectacle, the idyllic scene felt like a facade. I couldn't shake the sense we were trespassing in a place that didn't want us here.
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We spent the better part of the morning searching the immediate area, peering into every hollow and patch of grass. I even walked a wide circle around the spot, hoping to find something. Broken twigs, fur, hidden bones, absolutely nothing turned up. The further we looked, the more oppressive the silence grew. Peter's finally broke it. Look, he said quietly, I believe you, this is weird.
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Let's get back and see if anyone else has come across anything like this. He shot me a worried glance, and for the first time since I'd found that head, I felt a sliver of relief. At least I wasn't alone in how unsettled I felt. We started our trek back to the ridge, exchanging uneasy theories. Maybe there was an unknown predator, or some deranged individual roaming the park.
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Even as we spoke, our words felt hollow. None of it explained how the scene was so meticulously clean, or why the head had vanished without a trace. By late afternoon, I was back at camp, my boots dusty and my mood tenser than ever. Peters had gone on to file a report with base, while I lingered, unsettled by the nagging feeling that this was only the beginning.
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i knew i wouldn't rest easy that night or any night soon until i found an answer but the truth seemed to be buried somewhere in those rolling hills hidden by the endless sway of grass and an unsettling hush that said some things are meant to stay unknown I tried to tell myself it was a freak occurrence, an unexplainable quirk of nature I'd stumbled upon.
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But as the sun set behind the mountains, washing the sky with orange and crimson, I felt the weight of a darker possibility, one that whispered maybe, just maybe, we'd stepped into territory far beyond our understanding, and that was a reality I didn't know how to face. I was fifteen, just trying to bag a few squirrels on a crisp October morning.
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That hollow had been a gold mine a few days before, so I headed in again, feeling pretty confident. Within minutes, I spotted a half-dozen squirrels hopping from branch to branch, chattering away and rummaging for acorns. Everything seemed totally normal, until they all froze. Their quick barks echoed for a heartbeat, and then every single squirrel vanished in an instant.
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no rustling leaves no errant chatter nothing i stood there scanning every tree wondering what could possibly have spooked them so quickly that's when this roaring crash echoed from a nearby gully like someone or something tearing through brush without trying to be discreet
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i glanced toward the noise and noticed a tall figure stepping through the undergrowth at first i squinted thinking maybe it was my dad who was somewhere in the area but as my eyes adjusted to the dimness i realized it was towering broad-shouldered and moving with a casual ease most people don't have in rough terrain
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I lost any sense of time. Suddenly, I heard my brother step out, fussing with his belt buckle. The creature shifted its attention to him, giving me just enough of a jolt to realize I wasn't going to let it get to my brother. Something raw and furious took over inside me. I roared, at least that's what I'd call it now, and charged like a half-crazed animal.
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It was hard to tell details, long arms, strange gait, but it never once dropped to all fours the way a bear might. It stayed on two legs, like a person who was perfectly comfortable walking upright through rugged country. My nerves were in overdrive. I remember calling out, because my brain insisted this could be a lost hiker.
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The figure immediately hunched low, like it was trying to vanish behind a fallen log or thick brush. I called again, more uncertain this time, and it whipped its head around, locking eyes with me from a distance. In that moment, an awful realization crept over me. It was way too large and agile to be any normal person. The proportions were almost human—
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But everything about its presence screamed that it wasn't. My gut told me to run, yet a part of me stayed rooted in place, mesmerized by the way it seemed to blend into the shadows. I took a hesitant step closer, my mind screaming conflicting thoughts about whether to help or flee. But the creature reacted first.
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It launched into a sprint, still upright, unbelievably fast, like it had practiced that motion a thousand times before. It darted away, covering ground at a pace that made me feel absolutely helpless if it decided to turn on me. The silence that followed was crushing. No birds, no squirrels, not even the wind. I realized that if that thing wanted me gone, I wouldn't stand a chance.
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I scrambled out of the hollow, constantly checking over my shoulder, heart pounding the entire time. That experience stuck with me, but a second incident shook me again, this time closer to home. I was walking my dog at night in a nearby field. The air was still, and he was off sniffing at the grass.
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Out of nowhere, a roar ripped through the darkness, louder than anything I'd ever heard, like some nightmare mixture of a huge cat and a wild canine. It vibrated in my chest, an unearthly sound that instantly changed everything around me. My dog, who's usually fearless, tucked his tail and ran back to our yard at top speed. He wouldn't come out of his doghouse for hours.
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i'm not sure which rattled me more seeing that tall unnatural figure or hearing a roar that defied explanation both encounters left me feeling as if the boundaries i'd always set between the woods and civilization had been torn down even now whenever i wander outdoors on quiet evenings part of me braces for the unexpected
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i catch myself listening for any unnatural silence or scanning the tree-tops in case something's watching it's not just fear it's an awareness that there might be more out there than we care to believe and once you've caught a glimpse or heard the echo you can't pretend otherwise
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I remember the first day I stepped into that overgrown patch of forest, feeling like I'd discovered a secret no one else had ever noticed. There was this old, broken-down path half buried in the dirt, leading up to the outlines of what must have been a fancy estate ages ago. Most of it was swallowed up by roots and leaves, like the place decided it belonged to nature now.
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I couldn't stop glancing around, half excited, half convinced something might jump out at any second. I was young enough to think I owned the world, but old enough to sense when I was trespassing somewhere I probably shouldn't be. My friend and I spent weekends there, mostly messing around with sticks and scraps of tarp to build these ridiculous fort-like structures.
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We treated every pile of stone or broken bench like an invitation to explore. A lot of the time, we just ended up tearing our clothes on brambles, but that felt like a small price to pay for the thrill. We'd laugh about how empty the forest was
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never once spotted any other footprints in the mud or heard any voices beyond our own it was just us the rustle of branches overhead and an uneasy quiet that pressed in if you paused to listen then one day we found something i still can't quite wrap my mind around Tucked behind a cluster of rotting logs, we discovered a mess of magazines that had definitely seen better days.
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I saw the thing flinch, the horrific grin melt off its face and it sprang away into the darkness. We dashed back into the house, slammed the door, and jammed a piece of wood across it. Neither of us spoke, just stood there with our breath rough and uneven, waiting for some sign it was gone for good. But silence was all we got.
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The pages were all warped and smelled like they'd been rained on a million times. They looked decades old, haircuts and outfits like something out of a bad TV special. We shrugged it off as some random stash left behind by hikers or whoever used to live here. Still, it made the forest feel even more like our domain, like we were uncovering relics nobody else had bothered to touch.
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Eventually, though, our gaze shifted toward this wall of bamboo in the distance. It didn't match anything else around it. It was far too thick and too perfectly arranged to be natural. We'd spent so long goofing around in the same few spots that our curiosity was practically gnawing at us.
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We'd peer through the stalks, trying to see if there was anything behind them, but it was all shadows and green leaves. Maybe that's what made it so intriguing. It was the only patch of the forest that refused to let us in. After weeks of idle talk, we decided we were done just staring. If nobody else claimed that area, it was time for us to stake our claim.
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We grabbed a pair of heavy garden shears from my garage, stuffing them in a backpack so it didn't look like we were up to no good. That morning, I remember the sun was out and the air was muggy, like the forest was trying to warn us in its own quiet way. But we pretended not to notice.
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hacking through that bamboo was a lot tougher than we'd planned thick stalks resisted every snip and old leaves whipped at our arms leaving thin scratches we were sweating and covered in flecks of plant matter by the time we made an archway big enough to crawl through the second we slipped inside it was like stepping onto another planet gone were the tangled weeds and random rocks
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instead a soft layer of clovers covered the ground looking almost staged as if someone had groomed the place and then we noticed the statues knee-high fairy figures perched on little mushroom pedestals they would have been whimsical if not for the damage each face was shattered stone shards sprinkled the clover like broken teeth
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i felt sure we'd tripped into some bizarre art installation except there was no sign of an artist and in the center of the clearing stood this hulking block up close it looked like a coffin made of rough concrete or stone vines creeping along the sides We ran our hands over the carvings, but they were worn down to nonsense shapes.
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Of course we had to see if we could lift the lid, because that's what impulsive kids do. But it wouldn't budge, not even an inch. Eventually the sticky heat and the pressing hush of the place got to us. We backed off and made our way back through the bamboo. Once we were out, we practically raced each other to the nearby playground.
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sitting there on the swings breathing in the normal afternoon air everything felt a little less intense but underneath our forced laughter was that shared awareness we'd found something off limits something we couldn't just forget part of me was thrilled the other part was screaming that we should leave well enough alone Even then, I knew we weren't going to stay away.
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Curiosity gnawed at us, and the forest had become our personal kingdom. That coffin, those smashed fairy statues, the eerie hush, it all pulled me in, even though common sense said to walk away. The day ended with me wandering home in a daze, telling myself I'd keep it secret from the adults, like they wouldn't believe me even if I tried.
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Eventually, my younger brother collapsed on his sleeping bag in shock, and I found myself perched by the window, fighting the urge to cry, or scream, or both. The night dragged on, lit only by our single lantern, as we tried to convince ourselves that morning would fix everything.
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I couldn't stop picturing that broken ring of bamboo leading into a silent circle of green, and I couldn't decide if I was excited or scared out of my mind that we'd actually go back. I woke up the next morning under a sky so dim it could have passed for dusk. Low hanging clouds pressed down on the neighborhood, like the heavens wanted to warn me off. But that only fed my sense of determination.
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The images from the previous day, those broken fairy statues, the silent carpet of clovers, that solid slab of rock, had become an obsession I couldn't push aside. My friend and I met up at the corner of our street, each lugging pieces of plywood and worn metal sheets, convinced we were about to build the world's most hidden den. The walk to the forest felt different this time.
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A breeze hissed between the branches overhead, and the ground seemed soggier than usual, swallowing our feet as we trudged along. We joked about how we were making a fortress, but there was a tension in our voices that we tried to hide. Every step closer sent a flicker of dread through my mind, but I kept telling myself it was just nerves, childish fantasies. This was our place, after all.
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If anybody had a right to it, we did. When we reached the bamboo ring, we slipped through our makeshift opening. The clearing was exactly as we'd left it. Thick, vibrant clovers underfoot, and those smashed fairy statues still perched in eerie half-poses on mushroom pedestals.
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with the dark sky overhead the clover's bright green looked almost luminous as if drawing attention to every stone shard on the ground no birds no rustling leaves just an unsettling hush that reminded me of a held breath
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my friend and i set down the wood and metal sheets then started hammering and propping things up to form a rough frame that clang of metal on metal clashed sharply with the silence echoing around us in a way that made my skin crawl i kept throwing sideways glances at the big stone coffin in the center of the clearing it still had those twisting vines draped over it and the worn inscription along the side hinted at a past no one remembered part of me wanted to go near it again
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see if maybe i'd missed some detail before but i was afraid that if i touched it something would happen that logic couldn't explain we kept working trying to keep up the bravado with forced jokes i remember us giggling about how we'd never have to worry about other kids barging in
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i couldn't shake the idea that this wasn't over not by a long shot and honestly i wasn't sure we could handle what was to come if that thing decided to come back for more but we had no choice dawn would either bring answers or it wouldn't
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nobody was messing with a bamboo fortress in the middle of nowhere our laughter sounded hollow each time the wind gusted the stalks of bamboo rattled like bones clacking together and a current of dread sparked in my stomach then my friend let out a jarring yell before i even turned around the tone of his voice told me everything i needed to know i dropped the rusted nail i was holding spun on my heel and saw him stumbling backward
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his eyes were locked on the coffin and i followed his gaze the lid that had refused to shift even a fraction the day before was now moved aside leaving a narrow gap ivy tendrils that had once draped over the seam were snapped or hanging limply as though something had forced its way out For a moment, I stood frozen in place.
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A stale, almost earthy odor wafted from that dark opening, and my mind conjured all kinds of grim possibilities. My legs practically twitched with the urge to run, but I took a single step closer, just enough to see a slice of that void inside. Nothing was visible, just pure blackness that seemed to absorb any light.
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My friend whispered something, maybe my name, and it broke the trance I'd fallen into. We didn't need to say a word to agree on our next move. We bolted. The instant we dashed out of the clearing, the sky opened up with driving rain, as if it had waited for the most dramatic moment. Blinded by water splashing into our faces, we tore through the woods, thorns slashing our arms.
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That hush that had suffocated the clearing vanished, replaced by a thunderous rush of wind and our own ragged breath. My lungs burned by the time we crashed onto the muddy path near the neighborhood playground. Rain hammered the metal slides and swings, and the few people walking nearby gave us odd looks. We staggered under the shelter of an old oak, crouching like we were being chased.
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Nobody else seemed alarmed. They couldn't sense the fear we carried. Neither of us talked for a long moment. There was no joking about forts, no bragging about secret hideouts, just shaky exhales. Finally, my friend muttered that we were done with that place. He didn't say why or argue any further. We both knew some lines aren't worth crossing, some secrets not worth prying into.
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Whatever opened that coffin, we didn't care to find out. We never bothered to go back for the wood or metal sheets we'd dragged in. Even when the weather cleared and the next weekend rolled around, we couldn't summon the nerve. Anytime one of us brought it up, an uneasy chill settled between us. like we were recalling something that should have stayed buried in our own minds.
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All I knew was I'd never forget how quickly fear could mutate into that kind of raw, desperate anger, and how the quiet of that night, broken only by a single flashlight's beam, made everything feel way too real. Morning arrived, but the sunlight didn't bring much relief. My brothers and I stumbled around, exhausted.
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Our private kingdom had turned on us, and all I wanted was to forget the sight of that stone lid pushed aside, inviting questions I never wanted answered. I always thought our lake cabin was a safe place. My family had been coming here for years, enjoying the still water and the sense of isolation we never quite found anywhere else. It's practically the middle of nowhere. No public docks.
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Barely any cell service. On clear days, you can hear the echo of a loon or spot the occasional eagle coasting on a thermal. For me, it felt like a private hideaway. Earlier this summer, my husband and I got restless. We'd been eyeing the abandoned girls' camp across the lake since we arrived. It sat there like a faded photograph, peeling paint and warped roofs just visible through tangled foliage.
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Stories floated around about how the state let the camp rot after it closed, but nobody seemed to know the actual reason. Curiosity, or maybe a streak of recklessness drove us to explore. We launched our canoe and headed across the water, the cabin's porch light fading behind us. The camp's shoreline was silent.
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The wind rustled through overgrown brush and scattered leaves across a narrow, sagging dock. Up close, the old buildings looked worse than I'd imagined. Windows were shattered, and the wooden steps leading up to what looked like the main house bowed under the slightest pressure. We climbed onto the porch, hearts thudding. The afternoon sun barely cut through the dusty glass.
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I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the stale, suffocating air inside. The moment we stepped in, I regretted it. Everything felt unsettling. The walls were stained by water leaks, the floor squeaked with every shift in weight, and the smell reminded me of a cellar that had been locked up for years.
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Torn mattresses lay scattered in what must have been a dining hall, and shredded curtains hung from rusted rods. We moved slowly, feeling an unspoken tension. My husband tried to lighten the mood with a half-hearted comment about old camp stories, but even his voice sounded too loud, too sharp in the hush. We poked around the first floor, examining cracked doorways leading into damp corridors.
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an array of footprints criss-crossed in the dust some looked recent like boots that alone sent a warning signal through my mind but i kept telling myself it could be from hikers or curious locals as we moved deeper the place took on an oppressive quality as though the walls themselves wanted us gone Suddenly, I heard heavy thumps above. Steady, deliberate steps on the second floor.
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My chest went tight. My husband paused, eyes locked on the dark stairwell at the far end of the hall. The steps grew louder, and I realized that whoever was up there was moving faster, crossing the floor with force. My pulse hammered. We both froze for a split second, not sure what to do next. In a surge of panic, we bolted back the way we came. The front door was our only target.
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trying to pretend everything was normal part of me just wanted to sit and wait for our folks to come back instead we had chores to handle our sheep needed tending and i couldn't help feeling every step outside was a gamble my older brother kept pacing the front room eyes flicking to the windows
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Behind us, those footsteps thundered in our direction, as though determined to catch us. I yanked the door open, practically throwing myself outside. We sprinted around the side of the building, hoping to stay out of sight if the person, or whoever it was, came bounding out. My lungs burned, and all I could think was that we'd trespassed into something we shouldn't have.
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Just then, the porch boards groaned again, louder, heavier. We scurried into the tree line, ducking behind thick branches. The undergrowth snagged our clothes, but we pushed forward, hearing someone stomping just beyond the corner of the house. I couldn't see a face, just heard an aggravated movement, like they were hunting for intruders.
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I nudged my husband to keep going, neither of us daring to speak. We stuck to the outskirts, making a wide loop around the lake. Our canoe bobbed innocently where we'd left it, but we couldn't risk drawing attention to ourselves. We took a path through brush and mossy ground, nearly tripping over roots and fallen logs. Every rustle in the woods made me flinch.
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It felt like we were being followed, even though I couldn't pinpoint any new footsteps.
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the crackling of leaves came in irregular bursts could have been an animal could have been something else by the time we stumbled back to our own dock the sun hung low over the water i leaned against a post breathing hard and staring at the far shore the old camp looked like a dark silhouette silent and menacing my husband slumped beside me both of us drenched in sweat
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We didn't bother with explanations at first. The panic on our faces said plenty. My family hurried outside, alarmed by our condition, but all we managed to do was stammer about heavy footsteps and a chase we never wanted. We left the canoe behind that day. In our minds, it wasn't worth risking another encounter.
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I kept thinking about those stomping steps overhead, how quickly they transitioned from a slow tread to a charged run. Maybe it was just a squatter, but I can't shake the uneasy feeling that there's more to that place than we'll ever understand.
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We ended the evening holed up inside our cabin, glancing at the windows as dusk settled in, anxious about a lake that suddenly felt far too close to something horrifying. I spent the rest of that afternoon glancing across the water, hoping the abandoned camp stayed quiet. My sister and her husband huddled inside the cabin, still shaken.
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Dad paced around the porch, tapping his foot, clearly thinking about the canoe left behind. As evening approached, he finally said we needed to retrieve it. I didn't like the thought, but he insisted it was better to handle it while we still had daylight. We set off in our small fishing boat just as the light began to soften.
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the younger one hovered near the door peering through narrow cracks i busied myself with feeding the few animals we had penned up close to the house even that routine felt off somehow the dogs normally eager to follow along stuck under the porch instead letting out low uneasy growls whenever i passed As the day went on, my nerves stayed raw.
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the lake was too calm almost like it was anticipating something i sat at the bow trying not to stare at the dark outline of that crumbling main house memories of my sister's story kept bouncing around my head footsteps pounding above that frantic chase through brush I told myself it might have been a lone camper or some drifter, but that did nothing to settle my nerves.
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By the time we pulled our boat onto the shore, the place felt different. The air was heavy, and the old buildings loomed ahead like warped silhouettes. Dad hefted a flashlight, even though we still had a little sunlight left. We moved forward, both on edge, neither one wanting to speak. It felt like even our voices might invite something unwanted to come closer.
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the closer we got to the main house the more uneasy i became warped steps led up to a door that hung crooked on its hinges the windows were dark except for stray shards of glass that occasionally glinted in the last of the sun's rays a damp odor drifted out of the building
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a quick sweep of the porch revealed discolored spots on the floorboards possibly just water damage but unsettling all the same dad gestured for me to follow him inside we stepped over rubble bits of broken wood and scattered debris that might have once been camp gear Every step drew out a whine from the floor, like a warning. My thoughts were spinning with questions.
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Could the intruder from earlier still be here? Would they be watching us, deciding whether to confront us again? We explored a few decaying rooms, kitchen counters rotted through, cabinets torn off hinges. A corridor led to smaller bunk areas, with sagging bed frames and ancient mattresses covered in dust.
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I kept feeling like something watched us from behind a doorway or a corner, just out of sight. Dad pushed open each door carefully, shining the flashlight around the gloom. Every so often he'd pause, listening, but no footsteps emerged from above. Still, the silence itself was unnerving. My pulse throbbed in my ears, and I kept turning around, convinced something might be creeping closer.
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When we reached the stairs to the second floor, a loose board shifted beneath my foot with a loud crack. My heart hammered at the noise. Dad gave me a look that said, we need to be quick. We ascended, the air growing mustier as we climbed. The hallway up there was lined with empty rooms, peeling wallpaper hung in strips, and the odor of mold was stronger.
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Each step caused dust to float around us in lazy swirls. A sliver of light came through a shattered window at the far end, illuminating scattered papers, old camp schedules maybe.
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dad's flashlight flicked over the floor revealing footprints in the dust that didn't seem recent but definitely weren't ours we found no signs of the heavy tread that had spooked my sister yet the idea that someone had roamed this hall remained my stomach twisted imagining that person sprinting in these cramped corridors After we finished scanning the second floor, we hurried back downstairs.
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A faint echo reached our ears from somewhere outside. A metallic clang, or maybe just a piece of loose siding flapping against the wind. Dad muttered it was probably nothing, but neither of us believed that. We were too on edge. Once we stepped onto the porch again, relief washed over me momentarily. At least we were out of that stale darkness.
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We made our way across the weed-choked lot toward the canoe. My sister had tied it off to a small tree, but it looked like the rope had been shifted around. Possibly the wind or changing water levels did that. At least that's what we told ourselves. Dad gave me a quick nod, and we wasted no time lifting the canoe, tossing in our life vests, and dragging it toward the water.
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The memory of that creature's grin and those burning eyes seemed stamped into the back of my mind. None of us wanted to admit we were spooked, but we couldn't hide how jumpy we were. At one point, a board creaked under our feet, and my younger brother dropped a tin bowl, the clang echoing through the house like a warning. Eventually, we realized we couldn't just hunker down forever.
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That's when a branch snapped somewhere behind us. We both whipped around. The yard was full of tangled growth and crumbling structures, casting odd shadows as the sun dipped lower. No movement, no immediate silhouette. Dad motioned for us to keep going, so we lowered the canoe into the shallows and shoved off. My breath felt tight, like I couldn't get enough air.
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I refused to turn around until we were several yards out, but curiosity made me glance back eventually. That lonely main house stared at us with broken windows, its porch sagging. Nothing moved among the trees. As soon as we paddled into deeper water, the tension eased a fraction. Dad and I spoke in hushed tones about how the camp looked even more decrepit than before.
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He said it was best if we stayed away, maybe alerted the local authorities if we got the chance. Honestly, I was too rattled to argue.
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the last thing any of us wanted was another run-in with whoever or whatever had roamed those halls by the time we reached our cabin's shore the sun was slipping behind the tree line painting the lake in bronze and purple streaks my family was waiting on the dock anxious expressions confirming they'd been worried
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We hauled the canoe up onto our grass, forcing shaky smiles while recounting what happened. We told them we hadn't seen anyone, just heard odd noises and found things slightly out of place. Deep down, I knew the uncertainty would keep me on edge for the rest of the trip. Something about that camp felt like a locked door we'd opened, inviting a question of what, or who, lived inside.
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We'd taken back our canoe, but a sense of dread clung to me all evening. When night finally fell, I couldn't help glancing at the black silhouette of that abandoned structure across the water. Half certain I might spot a shape moving, watching, or waiting for another chance to chase intruders through its ruins. I'll be honest, it started out as the kind of night you'd brag about to your buddies.
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Carefree, a little impulsive, exactly what we both needed. After dinner and a movie, we decided we wanted something that went beyond the usual routine. So we hopped in my truck with this shaky plan to escape the city lights and find a hideaway under the sky. The highway was empty, and the further we drove, the more isolated everything became.
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I remember rolling down the windows at first, relishing that cool rush of air against my face. She and I were talking about anything and everything, how suffocating our week had been. How nice it was to have a real night off. There was this spark of excitement that only grew each mile we put behind us, like we were secretly running from everyday life.
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But there was another feeling creeping in too, a sense that once we left the main roads there was no easy turning back. Eventually, we spotted a dirt path off to the side. No markers, no lights, just a narrow gap in the trees. We exchanged that quick, giddy look that says, let's do it, and I took the turn. My tires crunched over gravel and dirt, and the deeper we went, the more ominous it felt.
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The headlights carved out an eerie tunnel ahead of us. The forest pressed in tight on either side, like it didn't want us intruding. We finally reached this small clearing. I pulled over, cut the engine, and in an instant, we were surrounded by darkness. There was a moment when neither of us spoke, just took in how quiet it was. It's that kind of quiet that almost messes with your head.
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We needed to check the sheep and see if anything had happened overnight. I slung a water jug over my shoulder, my brothers grabbed their own gear, and we trudged out into the yard. The dogs didn't join us. Out back, the first thing we spotted were footprints. They were huge and oddly shaped, pressed deep into the ground as if someone heavy or something had passed through.
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You can hear your own breaths, your own heartbeat. And it suddenly magnified a thousand times. A part of me wanted to drive right back out, but of course I didn't say that. We were here for a reason and neither of us planned on chickening out. Climbing into the back seat felt like stepping into a private world where we could forget about all the daily grind.
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I could almost laugh now, thinking how nervous we were while also being so eager. She teased me for fumbling with my coat, and I joked back that her shirt buttons must have been made for Houdini, just to keep it light. For a few minutes, we just forgot everything.
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all around us the night pressed in but we were too focused on each other to dwell on it then those headlights appeared at first they were just a faint glow bouncing through the trees distant enough that i couldn't quite tell if it was headed toward us my entire focus shifted
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i remember sitting up trying to peer out the back window while she scrambled to fix her shirt the lights kept growing brighter cutting through the night and i realized the vehicle was definitely on the same dirt path we were on an awful sense of panic settled over me I had no clue who it could be. Cops, maybe. An angry local who'd caught us trespassing.
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We started this frantic search for clothes that had practically vanished in the dark. Shoes, shirts, everything seemed to have found the worst possible hiding spots. It was ridiculous and terrifying at the same time. My hands felt clumsy.
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my brain shouting at me to hurry up before those headlights rolled right into our clearing by the time we managed to throw on enough clothing to look halfway decent the lights were nearly upon us i killed any idea of turning on my own headlights or starting the engine instinct said keep quiet keep still Whoever it was, they pulled into the open space maybe fifty feet away, not quite facing us.
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The look on his face told us he was dead serious. He went on to say that this was only the start. Even after that night, he couldn't shake the memory. It hovered in his mind every time he drove those roads again, and apparently, future visits to the reservation area would bring more encounters. But he saved those parts for later.
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My truck's black paint worked like camouflage in the shadows. I prayed that was enough. My eyes flicked over to her, and I could tell she was just as tense, her breath coming in shallow spurts. I could sense we were both thinking the same thing. This was a mistake. We never should have come out here.
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And that's where the night lurched from a fun little secret to something I still can't shake from my thoughts. We waited, hushed and rigid, watching those headlights burn through the darkness while time seemed to stretch out painfully. I forced myself not to move, not to even breathe too loudly, completely unsure of what this stranger would do if they realized we were there.
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Suddenly, our romantic getaway felt like the worst decision we could have made, and there was no telling what would happen next. I stayed low in the back seat, barely daring to peek over the window's edge. The headlights illuminated a jagged outline of pine and brush just beyond the clearing.
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The old truck parked about fifty feet away from us, angling itself so that its own beam swept across the dirt. My ex was crouched beside me, clutching at my arm, and I could practically taste her tension in the stale cabin air. An eerie stillness settled in, as if the entire forest had paused to see what would happen next. Then I saw him step out.
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He moved like he had all the time in the world, shutting his door with a muted thud. My heart thudded in my ears. I couldn't tell if he'd spotted us, but he sure didn't act like it. Instead, he walked around to the bed of his truck and reached in for something.
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when he emerged with a shovel i felt my stomach knot up so tight it hurt he eased himself down on to one knee to test the ground the dull scrape of metal meeting dirt louder than i would have believed possible every scoop felt like a jolt to my system I wanted to whisper to my ex to see if she was handling this any better than I was, but I kept my mouth clamped shut.
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Some looked smeared, like it dragged its feet or maybe moved on all fours. We stood there, heart pounding, exchanging uneasy glances. Part of me wished they were just boot prints from a random trespasser, but they were spaced too far apart for that. I heard a soft whistle from my brother, and he pointed at the corral fence.
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Every warning in my head was telling me not to make a single sound. He continued digging, systematically carving out a hole. Dirt kept piling around him.
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creating a ring-like mound i counted each thrust of the shovel one two three like a twisted lullaby that refused to end there was something cold and mechanical about how he worked no hesitation or wasted movement as if he'd done this a hundred times before I silently hoped maybe he was burying tools or some random junk, but my gut told me we'd stumbled onto something far worse.
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After what felt like an eternity, the stranger stopped. The shovel clanged against something in the ground. Wood. Metal. I couldn't tell. A nasty grinding noise made me grit my teeth. He dropped to his knees and began prying at whatever was hidden underneath the surface. My mind spiraled. Could it be a sealed container? A bag of contraband?
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Or something that would keep me awake for months if I ever found out the truth? He finally tore it free. The shape was heavy enough that he strained to lift it, letting out a ragged breath I caught even through the window's glass.
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he staggered toward his truck bed hauling this ominous shape along when he hoisted it in the weight landed with a grotesque thump my pulse pounded so fiercely i thought the vibrations alone would give us away then came the moment i'd feared he leaned in close rearranging it
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as if to make sure it was secure for the ride if he looked just a bit to his right he might notice the silhouette of my parked truck part of me braced for the shock of seeing him whirl around shovel in hand but he never did he tossed the shovel in next slammed the tailgate and slid back into the driver's seat without glancing in our direction The truck's engine grumbled.
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For a tense moment, it stayed there, headlights still glaring at the gaping hole in the ground. I couldn't breathe. I feared he might step out again, maybe to double-check, but then the truck lurched forward, backing up in a clumsy arc before it crept down the dirt path and away from our clearing. I didn't move. I didn't speak. She didn't either. We sat motionless for at least a handful of minutes.
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my eyes stayed locked on the spot where he'd been digging the newly upturned soil shining under the moonlight i couldn't stop imagining a hundred different nightmares he could have unearthed the crunch of tires faded in the distance and the forest returned to its usual nighttime hush like everything had snapped back into place
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when we finally found the courage to stir i reached for the key in the ignition my palms were slick with sweat and that faint click of shifting into gear felt magnified a thousand times i eased the truck onto the path terrified our headlights would announce us to anyone waiting just around the bend The thought of him doubling back or having some accomplice lurked in the back of my head.
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A piece of wood was splintered near the top, which would take a ridiculous amount of force. My older brother started muttering that we had to do something, but the younger one shook his head. "'What are we gonna do? Chase it?' We both knew that wasn't happening."
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I kept checking the mirror, convinced I'd see those same headlights rush up behind us, but it was just emptiness and trees. Once we hit the main road, the tension inside the truck was suffocating. We didn't speak for a while, we just let our breathing steady. Eventually she asked if we should call the cops, but the question kind of hung in the air. What would we even say?
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We watched this guy dig up something in the middle of nowhere. That's not exactly a solid lead, and honestly, I was afraid of inviting more questions than I had answers for. The whole drive back, my mind replayed the moment he lifted that strange object. I tried to rationalize that maybe it was just contraband, but my gut wouldn't settle. We'd glimpsed something way beyond ordinary.
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By the time we got near civilization, the night sky had shifted to a lighter shade, threatening dawn. It felt like we'd been in another world entirely. One where each step you take could lead you into a place you never wanted to see. Even now, every bump in the road or stray car in the distance makes me jumpy, like a reminder of how quickly a situation can turn.
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That guy might be miles away, living his life without a second thought. But for me, those 30-odd minutes in the dark changed everything about how I view a lonely patch of dirt in the woods. Because sometimes, you drive out searching for a bit of freedom and instead find a single moment that will never let you go.
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by midday the sky was a glaring blue yet the tension still felt thick my older brother decided we should look in on the flock a couple of sheep were missing probably just strayed i told myself we couldn't risk losing them though so we set off across the dusty yard heading for the low hills where they usually wandered
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the path out there was marked by scattered sagebrush and rough rocks our best dog the one that usually helped us herd followed at a distance we called to it but it refused to come any closer my older brother got frustrated but we both knew the dog wasn't spooked without a reason We finally spotted the missing sheep along a shallow ravine, huddled by a scraggly bush.
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As we approached, movement caught my eye. There was a shape leaning into the shadows, almost blending with the landscape. When it turned, I recognized that same pale face, though the daylight made it look even more unnatural. Black lines ran across its features, and the grin twisted into something worse than a smirk. My younger brother shouted,
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the creature suddenly stretched tall moving its arms and legs at angles that defied reason the sheep bawled in fear stumbling away i stood there hard in my throat as it looked directly at us my older brother grabbed a rock hurling it in desperation
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the thing jerked aside and vanished in a blink slinking behind a ridge by the time we got closer it was long gone but it left behind two trembling sheep each bearing deep scratches like claws had raked them we rushed the wounded animals back home trying not to jostle them too much blood spotted the ground with each step i glanced over my shoulder convinced that figure might appear again
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It felt like we were trespassing on territory we had no business being in, even though this land was ours. Back at the house, we patched the sheep as best as three kids could manage. The sun started dipping, painting the sky in gold and purple streaks. Normally sundown would be a relief after a day of work. Now it just felt like a countdown.
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If we could encounter that thing in broad daylight, who knew what nightfall would bring? By the time darkness crept in, we had the windows blocked with old blankets and anything else we could find. The dogs finally ventured inside, trembling and refusing to leave our sides. My brothers and I huddled around a single lamp, the glow barely cutting through the room's corners.
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At that point, he was wrapping up what he called the late-night detour. I don't think anyone blinked until he stopped talking. Eventually somebody tossed more wood on the fire, but the mood around it had changed. We all felt it, an uneasy sense that maybe there are things out there best left unexplained.
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We took turns checking outside, pressing our faces to the glass. every time we looked we braced ourselves for a glimpse of that pale face hours passed with no clear sign at some point the silence seemed heavier than anything else each of us was waiting for the next horror to show up trying to hold on to some slim hope our folks would return soon
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I remember how the night air slipped through the cracks in the walls, carrying a chill that settled into my bones. I hated feeling helpless, but I also couldn't deny how real our situation was. After what we saw out in the corral, those footprints, the shredded fence, those scratches on the sheep, I had no illusions anymore.
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Something was hunting around our place, prowling in the daylight and using the night as a cloak. And as we sat, lantern flickering, I began to sense we'd only glimpsed a fraction of what it was capable of. Night came again, and we felt the weight of it pressing down on the house like a heavy blanket.
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earlier that afternoon my brothers and i had sworn we weren't stepping outside until our family got back none of us could shake the dread crawling inside our heads especially after seeing that thing slithering around the sheep in broad daylight
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now the sun was gone and the shadows outside seemed alive we double-checked the locks on every door and window my older brother managed to find a couple of makeshift weapons an old crowbar a heavy iron rod and put them by the entrance None of us had any clue if they'd actually work against something so unnatural, but it was better than feeling totally helpless.
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The dogs pressed themselves into one corner of the living room, whining softly, tails tucked so tight they might as well have been invisible. Time dragged. Every few seconds, one of us would sneak a peek outside, parting the curtain by just an inch, bracing ourselves for a pale face leering back. But for a while, nothing stirred. A whisper of hope crept in.
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Maybe our parents would show up soon, headlights sweeping the yard, and we'd be able to bolt out of here. But that hope felt flimsy at best. A gust of wind rattled the walls. For a heartbeat, we all froze. Then it went quiet again. The hush in the house was worse than the barking dogs from the night before. At least barking let us know they were trying to warn us. This silence.
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It felt like the moment before a predator strikes. When it finally happened, it started with a dull thump against the front door. My youngest brother jerked around, eyes wide, and my older brother grabbed the crowbar, motioning for us to stay back.
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the dogs whimpered but didn't bark a bad sign if they were too afraid to make noise we knew we were in serious trouble then came scraping sounds slow and deliberate like something was testing the integrity of the wood my heart pounded so hard i thought i'd pass out My older brother crept forward and peeked through a tiny crack near the doorframe. He gasped, stumbling back.
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I moved in to take a look. Outside, pressed against our door, was that tall silhouette. Even through the gap I could make out a faint glow of red eyes, scanning around like it could sense exactly where we stood. For a moment, none of us could move. The handle jiggled, and I heard what sounded like a low hiss.
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The night grew quieter, and we sat there a long time, wishing we could forget the image of those shapes pounding the pavement on all fours, keeping perfect pace.
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the dogs crowded even closer into the corner ears pinned back we were running out of time if it kept banging like that the door wasn't going to hold my older brother raised the crowbar gripping it so hard his knuckles went white i grabbed the iron rod my fingers trembling if this thing came in we'd have to fight and judging by our last encounters brute force might barely slow it down still we had no other option
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Just when I thought we'd have to launch ourselves at that door, headlights blazed across the yard. A roar of engines cut through the silence. Relief and terror slammed into me at once. Our parents and maybe some other relatives must have returned. But would that thing go after them? The scraping stopped. My younger brother darted to the window, letting out a shaky breath.
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They're here, he whispered, like he could hardly believe it. I tugged the door open a crack, shouting for mom and dad. They shouted back, voices echoing off the house. I could almost feel the tension lift, until I glanced back and saw that silhouette at the edge of our porch. Tall, gangly limbs, white face catching the glare of the headlights.
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My dad stepped out of the car, eyes fixed on the figure, while my mom let out a cry of alarm. I didn't think. I couldn't. I just rushed forward, iron rod in hand, fear and anger swirling in my gut. My brothers followed, or maybe I just assumed they did. It was too chaotic to be sure. The creature hissed, backing off the step as we swung at it.
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i got transferred to a small town near the reservation and the thought of going back to that area put me on edge but an assignment was an assignment my new companion and i drove out to this old trailer where we'd be bunking for a few nights the place sat on a lonely stretch of land with a single flickering street light that barely cut through the dark i kept telling myself it'd be fine just a couple nights then we'd move on still my nerves were shot
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One wild strike caught the edge of its shoulder, making a sound like metal scraping rock. It recoiled, red eyes flashing, that grotesque grin twisting across its face.
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that's when my dad came hurtling onto the porch raising his flashlight like a club the beam swept across the thing's face revealing skin the color of ash lips peeled back in a sneer my mom was shouting in panic yelling at us to get back
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the dogs finally found their voice and barked like mad adding to the chaos we cornered it but it moved with unnatural speed twisting away before we could fully box it in it leapt off the porch and streaked into the yard disappearing behind the truck
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i could hear the crunch of gravel under its feet then nothing for a second i stood there in shock adrenaline buzzing in my veins then i heard my dad shout in the car now no one argued we scrambled off the porch cramming into the vehicles with barely a glance behind us the dogs jumped into the back still barking ferociously
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My mom started the engine, tires kicking up dust as we tore down the dirt path. I leaned out the window for one last look, half expecting to see those red eyes peeking through the swirling dust, but all I caught was a flicker of movement near the edge of the property, a tall shape vanishing into darkness.
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We didn't stop until we were miles away, huddled together in a relative's driveway under flickering porch lights. my mom called a local medicine man voice shaking as she recounted the story he arrived late that night performing ceremonies with pungent herbs and low somber chants he warned us that some things latch on to fear like a life-source and that going back could provoke it
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The next morning, we drove home as a group, grown-ups, cousins, anyone who could help, just to grab our stuff in broad daylight. We didn't stay long. Even in the sun's harsh glare, the place felt charged, as though something waited just beyond view. Once we had the essentials, we left that house behind without looking back. My folks decided we couldn't live there anymore.
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None of us fought that choice. It was like we'd survived a trial by fire, stumbling out with our lives and a memory guaranteed to haunt us forever. Even now, I can't stop replaying the moment when that door nearly gave way, or the flash of those red eyes in the headlights. We escaped, yeah, but it never felt like a triumph, more like a close call with something we were never meant to see.
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We never returned. We still own the land, I guess, but as far as I know it stayed empty, left for the wind and whatever lurks there after dark. The van we were in had a rattly old frame that made everything feel tense whenever Mom took a sharp turn. I sat near the back, knees pressed against the worn leather seat, watching the moonlight flicker across the dashboard.
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We'd been on the road for hours, weaving through the Navajo reservation on a highway that seemed to stretch forever. Hardly any cars passed us this late. Honestly, it felt like we were the only people around for miles. Mom was in one of her moods, quiet, eyes fixed on the deserted landscape rolling by.
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The radio crackled, switching between static and faint country songs before she finally gave up and turned it off. Whenever we traveled at night like this, I'd usually bug her for a scary story. This time, I didn't even need to ask. She decided to share one of her favorites, the night my aunt and her friends encountered something out in the boondocks.
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The minute she mentioned aunt's name, I perked up. My aunt was the type who laughed at danger, always the first to dive into an adventure. According to mom, she was also the person who saw the strangest things on the reservation.
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Mom started describing a run-down van aunt and her buddies used to take out after dark, loaded with cheap drinks and a playlist of whatever they could blast loud enough to echo through the desert. It sounded typical enough. until rocks started hitting the sides of their vehicle from nowhere. I tried to imagine it.
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An old van squeaking down a dirt road, headlights cutting through dust in the air, and then this weird tapping noise from somewhere outside. Mom said they assumed it was random debris at first, something the tires kicked up. But the way Aunt told it, the noises became more deliberate, like somebody was standing out there, aiming to get their attention.
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Our first evening, we turned in early. The wind whistled against the trailer walls, and the place rattled like it hadn't seen a repairman in years. I tried to close my eyes and let the hum of the old heater lull me to sleep. But at around two in the morning, a knock erupted from the front door. Not a polite knock, either. More like a steady, insistent thumping.
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Picture that, all your friends laughing and sipping drinks, then everything going pin drop silent because you realize you're not alone. Glancing out our own window, I thought of those endless stretches of desert that Mom was guiding us through. It was so dark beyond the road's edge, you couldn't tell where the horizon ended.
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The van's headlights revealed scraps of brush, jagged rocks, and occasionally a flicker that might have been an animal's eyes. Listening to Mom's words, I kept wondering, could something out there be watching us too? It wasn't just the story itself that got to me, it was the sensation that we were following a similar path.
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We were also in a creaky van at night, making me feel uncomfortably close to Aunt's experience. Mom's voice dropped when she described how people on the reservation sometimes whispered about skinwalkers.
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it wasn't a topic anyone joked about and no one wanted to dwell on it for too long yet there we were speeding deeper into the night trading stories about them like we had all the time in the world by the time mom wrapped up the first part where aunt and her friends heard something land on the roof I found myself gripping the armrest so tight my knuckles ached.
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I couldn't stop glancing at our own ceiling, half expecting a thump that would confirm my worst fears. Mom peeked at me through the rearview mirror, probably noticing I'd gone quiet. She said, just wait until you hear the rest.
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as if the scariest details were still ahead i tried to laugh it off but the tension wouldn't let go of me we kept driving and i felt like the darkness around us was actually pressing closer carrying secrets i wasn't sure i wanted to uncover mom hinted that the real terror came when aunt realized they were dealing with something far beyond a casual prank or a wild animal
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Something that enjoyed lurking in the edges of that black desert night. And that was just the introduction to my aunt's story. I braced myself for what came next, secretly hoping mom might decide it was too late to keep talking and switch to some boring conversation about tomorrow's plans. But she didn't.
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She just kept her eyes on the road, and I could sense the rest of the tale was only moments away. As much as I dreaded it, I couldn't turn back now. I had to hear how everything unfolded, no matter how unnerving it got. Mom let the silence stretch for a moment after finishing the first part of the story, keeping me on edge.
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I had a feeling she wanted me to soak in the uneasy calm before dropping the real horror.
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the desert outside our windows had grown somehow darker the horizon no longer distinguishable from the sky a low hum vibrated through the van as we cruised along and it seemed to match the tension in the air she began again voice quiet so your aunt and her friends realized something was on top of the van thumping and scraping at first they thought maybe it was an animal so they locked all the doors and tried to keep still
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According to Mom, fear set in so hard that nobody dared speak above a whisper. Then the worst part happened. The roof rattled like an angry force was stomping around, trying to get a reaction. Everyone froze, Mom continued, eyes fixed on the road. Your aunt was shaking, trying to force the key to turn in that old ignition.
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but the engine kept coughing and dying like it had given up that's when they heard a scraping noise a nasty deliberate sound moving from the back of the roof toward the windshield hearing those words i found myself picturing it all too well a pitch-black night a battered van in the middle of nowhere and something alive on top strong enough to shake metal
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My companion and I both bolted upright. We figured maybe a local needed help, so I flicked on the porch light and opened the door just a crack. Nobody, absolutely no one was there. I stepped out, scanning the immediate area, but the single streetlight couldn't push back all the darkness. My companion stood behind me, looking spooked, and we decided whoever it was must have run off.
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Mom turned the steering wheel with a grip that suggested even she was unsettled by her own recollection. Your aunt claimed she'd never heard a noise like that. It was slow, drawing out each scratch as if to make sure they knew it was there. A hush crept over me while I imagined them pinned down, hearts pounding, uncertain whether to run or stay.
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When Mom described what happened next, it triggered an instinct in me to duck and hide, even though we were just listening to a story. She said a hand, pale and twisted, reached over the front edge of the van, nails long enough to curl over the glass. Your aunt saw it come into view, little by little, until it finally scraped against the windshield.
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In that moment, Mom added, your aunt thought it was all over. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then the hand vanished. Everyone thought, prayed, it was gone, but that was just wishful thinking. The figure jumped off the roof and appeared right outside the driver's side window. A spike of dread jolted through me. I tried to imagine how that must have looked.
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A face inches away, separated only by a thin pane of glass. Mom described its silhouette, vaguely human but horribly off. staring with unsettling intensity. My aunt panicked, launching herself into the back seat, muttering every protective verse she knew, while the others cowered and locked arms. They huddled, listening for movement, not daring to peek, but nothing happened for a while.
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No thumping, no scraping, no footsteps. Fear of the unknown was almost worse than the noise itself. After what felt like ages, my aunt inched back to the driver's seat, her breath coming in quick bursts. With trembling hands, she jammed the key into the ignition and gave it a desperate turn. This time, the engine roared to life. They sped forward, tires kicking up dirt and pebbles.
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In the mirror, they half expected to see that figure chasing behind them. But the darkness swallowed everything. Not one of them looked back for more than a split second. Getting off that empty stretch of road and toward the scattered lights of town became their only goal.
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Mom paused, letting the enormity of it all set in, then concluded, Your aunt and her friends never went partying out there again. They refused to speak of it in detail for a long time. She explained how those who grew up on the reservation might gossip about skinwalkers and unexplainable sightings. but no one joked around when a story like Ant's was shared. It was too real.
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At that point, our own van began rolling into the outskirts of civilization. The desert slowly gave way to a few lights and the faint glimmer of houses. Relief mingled with leftover dread as Mom parked in front of a small convenience store. She flicked off the engine and turned to me, probably reading the unease in my eyes. I didn't say much.
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I wasn't exactly eager to speak, worried my voice might tremble with everything swirling around in my head. Yet, despite the fear, there was a strange relief in knowing we'd made it here in one piece. No unexpected visitor waiting for us in the darkness.
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Hearing my aunt's narrow escape made our own trip feel safer by comparison, though every random thump from the van's worn-out parts made me jumpy. Mom gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze, then switched topics to something more ordinary, grabbing late-night snacks and stretching our legs. The conversation shift helped clear the heaviness.
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Still, I caught myself glancing at the roof when I stepped out, quietly grateful nothing stood perched on top like in the story. Even after we got our snacks and climbed back in, I caught myself scanning the shadows, half expecting an unnaturally shaped figure to emerge and press itself against the window. But it never did.
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We went back inside, locked up, and tried to settle down again. Minutes later, the knocks returned, this time from the far side of the trailer. Something about it felt wrong, rhythmic. almost like it was playing a game with us. I crept around to the living area window.
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We left that place with a fresh tank of gas and the comforting glow of store lights fading in the distance. Mom's story, though, remained a constant echo in my mind. No matter how many miles we traveled, the images stuck. The cracking roof, the wicked nails scraping glass, and the horrifying stillness that followed.
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I remember telling myself I'd stay alert, never letting my guard down on these long, lonely highways. In a way, maybe that was the best ending to the story, one that kept you alert to whatever might lurk in the desert night. I first heard about Kai Yazzie's ordeal from a friend at NAU who told me, you've got to talk to this guy. He saw something beyond bizarre one night on the Navajo reservation.
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Naturally, I was curious. People whisper about strange events out here all the time, but Kai's story had extra weight to it. So one evening, we grabbed coffee in a quiet corner of a cafe near campus. He hesitated before sharing, almost like he was still trying to convince himself it had really happened. Kai explained he'd been around ten when it went down.
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He and his father were driving late at night toward Window Rock, heading home from some family gathering. They'd taken a lonely back road with hardly a streetlight for miles. Kai remembered he was chatting about trivial things, maybe something about a movie he wanted to see, when his dad abruptly stopped responding.
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He set his father's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, and the older man scanned the night as if searching for a threat. That tension seeped into the truck's cab. Kai sensed every muscle in his father's body was on high alert, so he asked, Dad, is something wrong? The reply was nothing more than a muttered, Don't look outside. That warning was so quiet, Kai almost didn't catch it.
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He leaned forward to ask again, but then his dad pressed the gas, urging the old truck to go faster than it ever had. The fear on his father's face was more alarming than any words could have been. Kai couldn't help himself. He glanced out the passenger window. Shadows flickered across the desert, but he didn't notice anything unusual at first.
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He continued searching, feeling more uneasy by the second, until his eyes slid to the side mirror. He froze at the sight. Twin red glows, almost like embers in the darkness, pacing the truck. He tried to rationalize it. Could it be a reflection? Maybe brake lights from another vehicle? But they moved too fluidly, too fast, drifting in and out of view as if they possessed some intelligence.
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I peered out, half expecting a coyote or stray dog, but the shapes I glimpsed moving beyond the trailer were taller, standing upright at times, then dropping to all fours. My heart hammered as I thought of the night I'd seen those figures keeping pace with my car. It was like they'd found me again. The rest of the night was miserable." We barricaded the door and kept every light on.
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They drew closer, and the truck lurched forward even more. Kai's father repeated his warning. Don't make eye contact with it. by then any urge to look away had vanished replaced by a dread that pressed on kai's chest he felt compelled to keep watching unable to tear himself away suddenly those red eyes whipped around to the right side of the truck disappearing into the gloom
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Kai's father was pressing the pedal so hard the engine whined, but something dashed across the headlights, a shape that didn't make sense. It was built like a coyote but larger, with scraggly fur that looked matted and unclean. What made it impossible to dismiss as a normal animal was the ragged clothing tangled around its body.
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Torn jeans clung awkwardly to its hind legs and a shredded t-shirt flapped as it moved. The truck swerved. Kai remembered bracing himself against the door, feeling the tires skid over loose gravel. The front end of the truck nearly veered off the road, heading straight for a drainage ditch. At the last second, his father wrestled the wheel back, cursing under his breath.
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Adrenaline soared, Kai's pulse hammered, and the world narrowed to just that terrifying, deformed creature, the roar of the engine, and the rattle of the truck's chassis. When the path finally straightened, his dad didn't stop. He drove even faster. The creature remained out of sight, but Kai sensed it wasn't gone, just watching.
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Every time his father glanced in the rearview mirror, Kai wondered if the red eyes would flare back to life. Part of him wanted to bury his face in the seat to avoid whatever he might see. Another part felt oddly compelled to stare, though the possibility of spotting it again turned his stomach. It felt like hours before they reached their small house near Window Rock.
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Realistically, it may have been just a few minutes, but time doesn't behave normally when panic sets in. As soon as they rumbled into the driveway, Kai's dad flung the door open and motioned him to get inside. No words, just an urgent gesture. They sprinted across the yard and hurried through the front door, locking it behind them. Neither spoke, barely even looked at each other.
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In the living room, they shut off the lights and peered out the window, half expecting to see something lurking in the darkness. But all they saw was the silent desert. Kai's dad never brought it up again. In the following days, he acted like it had all been a weird, hazy nightmare. Kai, though, couldn't let it go.
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He'd replay it in his head, those red eyes keeping pace, the moment that thing vaulted in front of their truck, wearing clothes like it had once been human. The whole episode made him wonder if the reservation's vast, unlit roads were the perfect environment for unspeakable things to appear.
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He told me that even now, whenever he has to drive at night, his stomach twists into knots if he spots movement at the edge of his headlights. He used to love those scenic drives home, gazing at the moon in the open sky. After that evening, he only felt safe doing it in daylight, when you can see everything around you. I left the cafe that night knowing this wasn't just another spooky rumor.
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Kai's haunted expression said more than words ever could. He'd experienced something out there on that reservation road, something that prowls the fringes of human understanding. Whatever it was, it shattered his notion that nothing unusual happens after dark. That was the first account I collected, and it sparked my desire to learn more about the eerie side of life on the Navajo reservation.
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Unfortunately, I discovered that Kai's run-in was just the beginning of a longer, far more unsettling chain of stories. But his recollection gave me enough reason to keep digging, even if a part of me already wished I'd remain blissfully in the dark. I first met Tess Abite outside a campus lounge when word spread that she had her own unbelievable account from the Navajo reservation.
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In the morning, the sun revealed footprints in the dirt circling the trailer, some clearly human, others spaced oddly like a person had been crawling on hands and feet. Neither of us knew what to make of it, but we decided not to linger any longer than necessary. A few days later, we had to drive a local church member home. She lived near another patch of forest on the outskirts of the reservation.
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After hearing about Kai Yazzie's late-night run-in, I was already on edge. But Tess's ordeal added a whole new layer of dread. She offered to tell me everything after class, so we grabbed an empty table and talked until the staff started cleaning up around us. Don't judge me, she began, fidgeting with her sleeve. But I never thought a garage sale could lead to something awful.
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Her voice wavered, as though she was reliving the moment right there. Tessa lived in Church Rock, where her family set up a simple yard sale once a year to clear out whatever they didn't need. Old clothes, shoes, that kind of thing. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. Neighbors drifted by, chatting about the weather, glancing at the racks and boxes.
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Tessa recalled that everything felt normal until a man showed up, tall and wiry, with a drawn face. She said he wore an odd, faded jacket that looked like it might have been from a thrift shop, and he kept his eyes down, almost like he was ashamed or hiding something. She shrugged at first, thinking maybe he was just shy.
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But once he reached her father's clothing section, he seemed transfixed, like he'd discovered gold in a Tessa's dad kept glancing over at him, puzzled, because the sizes were definitely not going to fit. Still, the man plucked every shirt, jacket, and pair of jeans off the table, not bothering to try them on. He paid with crumpled bills that smelled faintly of tobacco or something musty.
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Then he shuffled away without a word. The strangeness didn't fully sink in until a couple of days later. That was when Tessa's father began waking up at all hours, covered in sweat, mumbling about horrifying dreams. Tessa didn't pry at first, assuming it was just stress or maybe something he ate. But then itchy sores erupted on his arms and chest.
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Day by day they multiplied, and the scratching kept him awake at night. She wanted him to see a doctor, but he dismissed the idea, insisting no modern medicine could fix what this was. As we talked, Tessa gripped her mug so tight her knuckles whitened.
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She said that after another night of miserable rest, her father confided that the nightmares were too grim to voice, like they weren't just bad dreams but invasive, tormenting visions. He'd wake up convinced something dark lingered outside, just beyond the windows. That was when the family decided to call in a local medicine man, the kind who knows what to do when ordinary measures fail.
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Tessa walked me through that harrowing evening. The medicine man arrived at dusk, carrying a bag of ceremonial items and a quiet determination. He instructed Tessa and her father to help him search the perimeter of the house. At first, it felt like a wild goose chase. They peered under shrubs, poked through loose soil, shining flashlights into every hollow.
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Tessa said she wanted to believe nothing would turn up.
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that her dad's sudden illness was just a coincidence but then the medicine man paused near a scraggly patch of land on the far side of their yard he knelt down and carefully dug into the dirt tessa's breath caught when he pulled up a small bundle it reeked of copper and decay unfolding the cloth revealed her father's old shirts drenched in something dark and sticky blood tangled within the bundle was a stone carved with unsettling symbols
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Tessa almost backed away, overwhelmed by a surge of revulsion. "'The man who bought your dad's clothes left this,' the medicine man said, his tone grave. "'Someone is jealous or angry. They want to do harm.' Tessa recalled the moment vividly. She tried to form a question, but felt consumed by a numb, paralyzing shock.
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My companion and I exchanged worried looks when we realized how remote it was. But we had a job to do, so we piled in the car and took off. The woman sat in the back seat, chatting cheerily to pass the time, and I tried to focus on the conversation instead of staring into the woods. Even so, I caught shapes flitting between the trees in my peripheral vision.
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Her father reached for her hand, but she was shaking too badly to be of any comfort. Without missing a beat, the medicine man pulled out sage and other herbs, lit them, and recited prayers she didn't fully understand. His voice rose and fell, echoing in the twilight. The smoke curled around the bundle, swirling as if guided by an unseen force.
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Whatever ceremony he performed seemed to chase away the crawling dread that had taken hold. He then wrapped the cursed objects in another cloth, sealing them tight. Tessa saw a hint of relief cross her father's face for the first time in weeks. Before the medicine man departed, he gave a final warning.
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I waited, because whatever had him on edge was no silly ghost story. He started by explaining a bit about his LDS mission.
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Bury grudges and distrust that might have led to this malevolence, because envy festers in hidden corners of the heart. A curious calm settled after he left. Tessa's father finally slept that night, uninterrupted by nightmares or itching. Over the next few days, the sores began to fade, replaced by fresh skin.
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He told Tessa the heaviness in his chest lifted as well, like a giant weight had been rolled away. When Tessa finished her story, I noticed the cafe's lights were half dimmed, and the staff was giving us that polite, it's time to go look. We stood to leave, and she admitted she still can't host a yard sale without replaying that memory in her head.
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Every time a stranger picks through their family's clothes, she wonders if they might be hiding a dark purpose. I left the building that night realizing there was more at stake here than mere superstition. Kai Yazzie had nearly been run off the road by something wearing torn clothes.
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tessa's father was nearly destroyed by what might have been a curse the deeper i dug the more i felt a silent gnawing tension in my gut because if these stories were true if the land out here allowed such things to happen it wouldn't be the last time i heard about it I tried shaking it off, assuring myself that maybe these were just isolated events.
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But a voice in the back of my mind wondered what else was lurking in the desert twilight, and how many people out there had their own horror stories hidden under layers of dust. And so, I prepared myself to listen to one more tale, the account of a late-night drive under a full moon that some said turned downright sinister. I met Ayanna Nez on a chilly evening at a local student hangout.
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Word had gotten around that she had her own brush with the paranormal on the Navajo reservation, something she was at first reluctant to talk about. But after hearing what happened to Kai Yazy and Tessa Bete, I was determined to see if her story fit the same eerie pattern. Ayana was a senior, cheerful on the surface, but her eyes flickered with something I could only call unease.
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we settled into a corner booth and as the chatter of other students died down she finally spoke in a quiet serious tone lemme guess she said smirking wryly you want to know if there's anything actually out there running around in the dark right she guessed right but i couldn't help noticing she hesitated like giving voice to her memories might bring them to life again eventually she launched into her tail and i felt an involuntary chill creep down my spine
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Ayana's cousins had swung by to pick her up after a small get-together in Window Rock. They were headed back home down a rural road, jokes flying, music blasting from the outdated radio. But it was a single cab truck with only three seats up front, so Ayana volunteered to ride in the bed, under a stunning full moon that cast silver across the desert.
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at one point the woman fell silent she leaned forward touched my shoulder and told me to slow down her voice was hushed like she didn't want whatever was out there to hear confused i eased off the gas Then she pointed through the window, and I spotted something dark and human-shaped crouched between two thick tree trunks, watching us. Its limbs seemed elongated, or bent at awkward angles.
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she remembered leaning back arms folded watching the rocky landscape pass by in that ghostly light she'd never put much stock in ghost stories or anything that seemed too out there the rest of her family joked she was too city minded too rational not for long. Her cousins decided, in the spirit of mischief, to take an unlit dirt road, no streetlights, not another soul for miles.
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She rolled her eyes, thinking they were just trying to freak her out. Then the truck slowed for a moment, tires crunching on gravel as they turned off the main highway. The sky felt bigger all of a sudden, the blackness too vast. For the first few minutes, it was the same casual silence, pierced by the truck's engine and the occasional bump in the road.
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Then Ayana heard something else, a soft, rhythmic thump that drifted over the breeze. At first, she thought it was just the wheels on the uneven ground. But it grew louder and more distinct, and there was no doubt, it was a drumbeat. A steady, haunting, pulsing beat that set her nerves on edge.
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Ayana pushed herself upright, scanning the moonlit ridges for any sign of where the sound might be coming from. It was disorienting. Out there in the open bed of the truck, there was nowhere to hide if something decided to show itself. That's when she noticed a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision.
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A shape, unnaturally slender and almost luminescent in the pale moonlight, emerged from the brush at a dead run.
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she recalls how her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears the figure wasn't merely moving it was charging closing in fast on the side of the road that relentless drumbeat continued faster and louder as if chasing them both she slapped the back window of the cab screaming for her cousins to look
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Panic fueled her voice, and they must have heard it clearly even over the roar of the engine because the truck lurched forward. But the figure, a man, or at least shaped like one, accelerated too, impossibly matching their speed. Ayana's eyes widened as she realized it was laughing.
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she couldn't make out the words if there even were any it was more like a giddy malevolent giggle echoing over the desert floor her cousin sped up the engine rattling from the sudden strain the dirt road turned to washboard ripples under the wheels shaking the truck violently Ayana fought to keep steady as she peered around, desperately trying to track the man's position.
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At one point, she spotted him nearly level with the tailgate, arms pumping, grin stretched impossibly wide. Then, as abruptly as he appeared, he vanished back into the gloom.
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the drumbeat lingered an echo that seemed to cling to the air even after the man was gone her cousins cut the wheel finally returning to a main road they didn't let off the gas until they saw the faint glow of a porch light in the distance marking their house the truck screeched to a halt in the driveway and they piled out in a frenzy every single one of them on edge
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once inside they locked all the doors and windows some of them twice and turned off every light they clustered in the living room hardly speaking each listening for the slightest noise outside for a moment everything seemed still Ayana noticed how drenched in sweat she was, despite the cold night air. Then came the footsteps. Slow, purposeful. Right above them, on the roof.
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One cousin wanted to believe it was just a stray cat or raccoon, but the footfalls were too heavy, too deliberate. They circled the house from one end to the other, each creak punctuated by silence so thick you could almost taste the fear. Ayana admitted that a few times she felt like her lungs just seized, refusing to let her breathe.
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Every step overhead sounded like it was trying to find a weak spot to break through. They huddled, uncertain if calling the police would even help. Who'd believe a story about a pale figure chasing them in the night? Besides, It'd take at least an hour for any official help to arrive, if not more. The footsteps persisted until just before dawn.
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In the early morning light, the roof went quiet, leaving a vacuum of dread in its absence. Nobody dared go outside until the sun was fully up, shining bright against the dusty yard. They ventured out, searching for footprints or any sign of an intruder. Nothing. It was like the night itself had swallowed every trace.
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We pulled over, uncertain whether to drive away or see if someone needed help. The woman started whispering about local legends, stories of entities roaming these woods, blending between worlds. My companion looked at me, jaw-tight, clearly recalling the knocks from the other night. Before any of us could decide what to do, that shape melted back into the darkness.
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When Ayana wrapped up her recollection, she exhaled shakily, as if letting go of an invisible weight. She told me that while part of her wants to dismiss the event as a trick of the mind or a prankster with impeccable timing, she can't erase how real it felt. Ever since that night, she refuses to ride in the bed of a truck, no matter how short the distance.
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hearing her story left me more convinced than ever that something intangible weaves through the navajo reservation whether it's curses twisted creatures or figures that delight in scaring unsuspecting travelers we finished talking and as we rose to leave the campus lounge felt too bright too safe i wondered what might be lurking out there right now
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beyond the reach of streetlights and far from any help. But with these three tales, Kai Yazi's childhood terror on a dark highway, Tessa Bete's cursed clothing fiasco, and now Ayanna Nez's moonlit chase, the puzzle pieces lined up in my head. It seemed these experiences were not random. If you're on the reservation at night, you're never truly alone.
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And strangely enough, that night, I slept easier, knowing at least people were talking about it. Because sometimes just having a warning might be your best armor against whatever roams those lonely roads when the sun goes down. I grew up watching my dad run his tiny delivery business out of Farmington, New Mexico. We handled all those remote drop-offs the bigger companies avoided.
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Long stretches of cracked highway in the middle of nowhere, scattered with tumbleweeds and dusty fences. It was a normal thing for me to ride shotgun while my dad trekked out into the desert to hand over some package nobody else wanted to bother with. Whenever summer rolled around, if he had a job, I tagged along.
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One day he got a call for a delivery bound for Window Rock, Arizona, smack on the Navajo reservation. It's only a couple hours from Farmington, so it sounded like an easy run. Our friend Travis, who's Navajo, happened to be hanging around when the call came in. He perked up as soon as he heard the destination, said he had family there he hadn't seen in forever, and suggested we all go together.
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My dad was excited about making it a group trip, and I was thrilled at the thought of an outing beyond the usual package drop and go. We agreed I'd ride with Dad in the old pickup loaded with freight, and Travis would follow with his girlfriend in another truck, so we wouldn't be cramped. We set out mid-morning, the sky a pale blue streaked with a few wispy clouds.
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Dad handed me a walkie-talkie, and Travis took another. I thought it was the coolest thing, like we were on some secret mission. By noon, we pulled into Window Rock, and I realized how the place got its name. There's this huge cliff formation with a circular hole carved by nature, big enough to see right through. The wind makes a faint ghostly moan when it passes through that opening.
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for a kid it was mesmerizing like stepping into some ancient story while dad dropped off the packages travis swung by to visit his relatives i snuck glances at the local vendors selling handmade jewelry bright blankets and spicy snacks I remember the smells, fry bread, roasting chilies, lingering in the air. Everything felt warm, inviting, until late afternoon came.
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That's when we piled back into our trucks and started heading home. We planned to stick to the old highway that runs between Window Rock and Gallop since it was less crowded, though the pavement was beaten up and pitted with potholes.
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how it covered a broad area including a reservation that he didn't visit often truth be told none of us were expecting more than a mild anecdote then he let slip that this reservation region had an eerie reputation among the locals we all went quiet even the ones who'd been whispering or fiddling with their phones Something about his tone felt heavier than any cheap campfire tale.
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The woman clutched the seat and said, "'Please, just go.' She sounded terrified, like she'd seen this before and knew it was dangerous." We dropped her off a little while later, and she thanked us but refused to elaborate further. When we got out to stretch our legs, I noticed fresh dirt smeared across the back door and trunk, shapes almost like handprints with fingers too long to be normal.
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it had rained earlier that day leaving the road slick the desert was quiet too quiet somehow usually you see a rabbit or two scurrying across the asphalt or catch sight of a hawk perched on a telephone pole but it was just empty land on both sides of the highway
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sandstone cliffs looming on the left and a sprawling field on the right separated by a barbed-wire fence my dad kept the truck at a steady pace he was never one to speed if there was any risk of losing control on wet roads We were talking on and off with Travis through the walkie-talkies, joking about the heat and how the day had gone. Then we crested this small hill.
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At the bottom, in the middle of the road, sat something that looked like a massive dog, bigger than any mutt I'd ever seen. It was just squatting there, facing the cliffside. My dad grabbed the radio and casually said, Hey Trav, do you see that huge dog up ahead? And Travis's voice crackled back, only this time there was no joking edge.
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He was yelling, That is not a dog, you have to hit it, don't slow down, hit it now. A spark of panic jolted through me. I'd never heard that tone from Travis before. He's usually laid back, always telling corny jokes or teasing me about my video games. But he kept shouting, Hit it, please! like his life depended on it. I saw my dad's hands tighten on the steering wheel.
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The tires screeched a bit on the wet pavement as he stepped on the gas. My stomach churned with dread, but the reason why didn't fully register until our headlights flooded over the creature. It turned its head toward us in this jerky, unnatural motion. The face was the shape of something that might have once been part human and part bear, but twisted beyond reason."
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Patches of matted, brownish fur clung to its skin, and the fur seemed to be caked in dried blood. Even sitting, its shoulders lined up with the hood of our truck. It stared right into the glow of our headlights, blinking with eyes that shouldn't have existed in a normal skull. I froze, couldn't speak, couldn't think. My dad didn't let up on the accelerator.
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The engine roared and we surged forward, determined to ram this thing like Travis insisted. But just before we slammed into it, the creature flung its mouth wide in a guttural scream like a person howling underwater. The sound hit me in the gut, made everything in me twist with horror. Then it leaped, backwards in a single bound that carried it past the fence.
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It soared so high it almost seemed to hang in the air. When it landed, the fence shook, and another jump took it completely out of sight. Travis was screaming over the walkie-talkie for us to keep going, to speed up even more. My dad stomped the gas, and I gripped the door, trying to make sense of what I'd just witnessed.
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We barreled down that highway, every nerve in my body braced for the idea that the creature might come charging out from behind us. My mind conjured all sorts of images, claws scraping the truck bed, wet snarls right by my ear, that face pressing against the window. Each second felt stretched out, thick with the possibility of that horrifying thing reappearing.
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We raced onward until the lights of Gallup finally popped into view. Relief was so intense it made me feel a little shaky, but that feeling vanished the instant I saw blue and red flashing in the rearview mirror. A cop was pulling us over. Dad slowed the truck, and Travis halted right behind us. The Navajo officer stepped out, looking wary about why both trucks had pulled over together.
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Travis jumped from his cab and hurried toward us, blurting, We just saw a skinwalker on the highway. It's following us. The officer's face turned ashen. He looked at Travis like he wanted to argue, but no words came. All he managed was a few stuttered sentences about letting us off with a warning.
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My mind raced back to the figures outside the trailer. Were they stalking us now? My final few nights in that region, I visited a family who insisted I stay over because of an incoming storm. Their house was a bit sturdier than the trailer, so I thought maybe I'd feel safer. My companion and I each took a spare cot in a small guest room.
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Then he practically sprinted back to his patrol car and tore away, tires squealing on the wet asphalt. We didn't stick around either.
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dad fired up the truck and we bolted leaving gallup behind as quickly as we could nobody said much on the drive back to farmington when we finally got home travis refused to leave until he gave us some sort of navajo protection charm he pulled it out of a small leather pouch he always carried explaining that it was meant to ward off evil spirits especially ones that could shapeshift
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i think i was still in too much shock to speak up but i saw dad's face and knew he was beyond rattled he carefully placed that totem near our door muttering a few quiet words of thanks for days after i had nightmares about that creature's face about the moment it turned its gaze on us I'd catch myself staring out windows at night, convinced I'd spot those unholy eyes gleaming in the distance.
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Even Travis, who'd grown up hearing all kinds of Navajo legends, seemed haunted, reluctant to talk about it. It took a while before I understood just how deep these stories ran in his culture, how real they were to the people who had grown up surrounded by them.
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i still remember the hush in travis voice when he finally explained that skinwalker is a word almost never spoken among the navajo a term for an entity that can wear the shape of an animal or something half animal half human to stalk unwary travelers
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he said once you encounter one you never look at the open desert the same way again that's the part that got under my skin the knowledge that out on those lonely roads there might be things watching from the shadows of the cliffs or lingering by the wire fences waiting for a chance to reveal themselves
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Though years have passed, I'll never forget the fear that crawled across the back of my neck whenever I thought about that night. Every time I drive those highways now, I keep my gaze flicking left and right, scanning for any sign of movement that doesn't belong. I know my dad does the same.
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No matter how much we try to rationalize it, maybe it was some rabid animal, maybe our eyes played tricks, the memory lingers, whispering that there are forces out there beyond our everyday world. Forces that can wear false faces, looming just out of sight, especially after the rain-soaked darkness settles in.
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And once you've seen what I saw, you learn to take every odd shape in the road a whole lot more seriously. I was barely old enough to help my uncle gather firewood for my grandmother that evening, but he insisted I tag along. We spent hours chopping logs under a darkening sky, the horizon turning a murky purple as we stacked the last pieces in the truck.
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Even then, the atmosphere felt thick, like the land itself was harboring secrets. By the time we finally headed down that winding dirt road, I was exhausted. My uncle's face was all focus, eyes flicking across the landscape, as though he expected to spot movement in every shadow. We drove at a steady pace of roughly 30 miles per hour, the headlights just barely cutting through the dense night.
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There were no streetlights, no sign of life apart from the gravel shifting beneath our tires. A creeping awareness started to build inside me, making me want to peer into the darkness beyond my window. Right when I turned to see if there was something there, my uncle barked, Don't look! The tone in his voice was more alarming than anything I'd ever heard from him. I froze mid-turn.
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The storm rolled in with gusty winds and flashes of lightning that gave me a headache every time they lit up the window. Close to midnight, a shrill whistle broke the quiet.
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Then came a gentle knock on the passenger window, tap, tap, like a deliberate greeting.
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my uncle slammed his foot on the gas and words i only partly understood spilled out of him in our native language prayers meant to guard us from whatever lurked beyond my pulse raced and every muscle felt locked in place suddenly the entire vehicle tilted as though something heavy had climbed into the bed of the truck
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my uncle kept chanting refusing to let me turn around another tap reached our ears this time from the window right behind my head each sound felt like a challenge testing the limits of our resolve after a few agonizing moments the weight in the truck bed vanished as abruptly as it had appeared causing the back end to rise again
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My uncle exhaled a shaky breath, mentioning that first thing the next morning, my father would perform a special prayer, so this presence would forget our faces. The rest of the ride was pure tension. I stayed curled up, eyes locked on the glowing digits of the radio clock, while my uncle chanted under his breath until we finally pulled up to my grandmother's house.
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Despite my best efforts, I couldn't drift off to sleep. My grandmother's place sat quiet except for the occasional creak of old boards. At some point past midnight, I noticed a faint scuffling along the window on the far side of the room. My grandmother's house didn't have curtains thick enough to block the silhouette I glimpsed outside, something tall and crooked, almost bending to peek in.
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it started low and rose in pitch stopping abruptly only to start again a few seconds later like someone out there was calling out in a strange repeating pattern i sat up and my companion mumbled should we check that every instinct told me no but something about the whistle seemed urgent maybe someone was in trouble The two of us headed to the back door.
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I lay still, swallowing back panic as it rustled around out there. The doorknob rattled briefly, like a testing hand tried to slip inside. That was when my uncle appeared in the doorway, lantern in hand. He'd heard it too. He mouthed for me to stay put and closed his eyes, whispering a low song that had been passed down for generations.
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I buried myself under the covers, trembling while the shadow outside drifted from one window to another, as though searching for an opening. Only after my uncle's prayer grew louder did the presence vanish. I remember hearing a final scrape along the wall and a distant crunch of twigs.
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When he was certain it was gone, my uncle quietly reassured me it couldn't break through those prayers as long as we kept up our guard. Early the next morning, my father arrived to offer a proper blessing on the truck, the woodpile, and everyone under that roof. He lit some sage and asked us to form a small circle. I was still rattled, but being with my family gave me a sense of safety.
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until I spotted something by the far edge of the yard. Through the rising smoke, a pair of shapes flickered in and out among the trees, dark figures that didn't look entirely human. My father paused mid-chant and glanced over, as though he could feel them too. With a stern expression, he continued his prayer at a quicker pace, sprinkling sacred corn pollen along the perimeter of the yard.
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The shapes lingered, pacing almost in sync with his movements, never coming too close but never entirely leaving either. Finally, as the last of the blessing ended, they disappeared behind the brush.
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my father reminded everyone not to wander alone to keep to the main roads and to let him or my uncle know if anything else occurred that midday sun offered no comfort it only made the yard feel strangely exposed as if unseen watchers could linger behind any scrub or bush
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time slipped by i grew older and that childhood terror became a foggy recollection but on a return trip for a family gathering i decided to drive out to the same dirt road alone partly out of curiosity partly to prove to myself that it had all been a misunderstanding
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the sun dipped below the horizon faster than i expected by the time i was halfway there twilight had blurred every shape into a blur of shifting shadows that same oppressive hush pressed in just as heavy as i remembered a breeze carried unfamiliar whispers or so i told myself Then I noticed the rear of my car sagging down, like something had settled inside the trunk.
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A spasm of dread shot through me, and I fought the urge to crane my neck back for a look. Memories of my uncle's urgent warnings came flooding back. Instead, I pressed the gas pedal and chanted what little of that old prayer I could recall. The tension mounted. A muffled bump echoed inside the vehicle.
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close enough to rattle my nerves at last the back rose again and the car felt normal by the time i got to my grandmother's new place she'd moved a few miles closer to town in her old age i was shaking all the same fear from childhood slammed into me the moment i cut the engine Not long ago, a nightmare dredged up every detail from that initial night.
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The moment I opened it, the whistling ceased. In that split second of silence, I heard movement near the half-broken fence. Bolts of lightning flared across the sky, revealing a silhouette crouched in the mud. It moved slowly along the fence line, then darted away when the next lightning strike came. My companion and I just stood there, too rattled to speak.
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In my half-awake state, I thought I sensed tapping at my bedroom window. I reached out to my uncle, needing his calm voice to settle me. He listened, then quietly admitted he never saw actual faces back then. only fiery, watchful eyes, glowing like distant brake lights. He said those eyes were pinned on my side of the truck, tracking me.
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I tried joking about why he hadn't stopped the first time the weight shifted in the truck bed. There was a long pause before he answered, because it wasn't alone. That single sentence told me all I needed to know. He and my father had always known there was more than one presence roaming that lonely stretch of road.
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Whatever found us that evening may have followed our scent back to the house, prowling around the windows and edging close to the family. To this day my uncle's words stay lodged in my mind. Whenever I remember that drive, or the knocking on the glass, I recall how his voice trembled as he chanted prayers to keep us safe from more than one lurking entity.
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Even now, whenever the wind rustles the trees at night, I can't help but picture those eyes watching, remembering And every time I go back to that region of the reservation, I refuse to wander anywhere near that dirt road alone Something else might be waiting in the darkness, eager to see if I still remember not to look
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I grew up in a remote corner of northern Arizona, flanked by Paiute land to the north and the vast Navajo Nation to the south. Our little high school, just a few dozen students, was forced to travel through Navajo territory for hours whenever we had away games. Most of the time we'd stay overnight, but on one particular trip, the administration said the budget was too tight for a hotel.
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So after a late basketball matchup, we piled into our rickety old bus, Big Blue, and set off at around 2 in the morning, aiming to get home by sunrise. I remember sitting at the back of the bus, restless and wide awake, while everyone else drifted off. Moonlight drenched the desert beyond the dusty windows, and the sky seemed endless.
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Nobody thought it was strange at first, but I noticed our driver pushing the accelerator much harder than usual. Our speed reached around 90 miles per hour, way over the limit. We charged deeper into Navajo land, and the miles of moonlit sand were eerily silent, like the world had paused. Out of the corner of my eye, a shape emerged in the distance.
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It darted across the rocks and scrub, somehow matching the bus's speed. My breathing turned shaky the instant I realized it was a human-like figure with half of its face painted black and the other half painted white, eyes reflecting the headlights like some predatory creature. It raced alongside us, leaping over sagebrush with alarming ease.
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I stared in total shock, unable to look away, as the thing's mouth twisted into a wide grin, revealing jagged, yellowed teeth. Then its body began to contort, bones twisting and snapping.
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until it dropped onto all fours fur sprouting everywhere becoming a coyote before my eyes it vanished back into the desert like it had never been there leaving me stumbling into the tiny bus bathroom to puke i'd heard whispers about skinwalkers
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shape-shifters that navajo elders often warned people about but i never thought i'd confront one i was so rattled that i kept the story to myself telling only a navajo friend the next day she insisted i see the local chief for a blessing when i ran into him in our school parking lot
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We hurried back inside, locked everything, and spent the rest of the storm listening for more whistles. None came. By daylight, we found the fence torn at one corner, wood splintered and claw marks raking across it like something had tried to climb over or tear it down. Our hosts were shaken, saying they'd never seen anything like that.
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he uttered words in navajo under his breath and waved a feathered staff around me he didn't offer any explanation he just climbed into his truck and drove away i moved on or at least i tried to though i couldn't erase that haunting image from my memory
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A few weeks later, I was helping a buddy move some stuff near the southern edge of the reservation, and the sun dipped below the horizon faster than expected. We were heading back in his pickup, both of us antsy to leave the dark stretches of highway behind. Suddenly, the engine hiccuped, and the truck sputtered to a stop right by an old barbed wire fence.
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My friend fiddled under the hood, cursing the dead battery, while I fumbled for a flashlight. That's when I sensed something just beyond our feeble light. Movement. Low to the ground. A coyote stepped into the dim glow of the moon, but its posture was all wrong. It stared directly at us, unblinking, before standing up on its hind legs, body lengthening into that too familiar outline.
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My chest tightened with dread. My friend and I scrambled to slam ourselves back into the truck, frantically turning the key. The engine roared to life on the second try. We sped off without speaking a word. It took us hours to come down from that terror. The third encounter happened during a late night store run.
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I'd been craving snacks and decided to cut through a stretch of reservation land to save time, even though I usually avoided it. the moon wasn't out and the desert was cloaked in shadows out of nowhere the road seemed to change strips of old asphalt vanished replaced by dirt and scattered rocks that rattled beneath my tires in my headlights i glimpsed something staggering onto the road
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At first, it looked like an injured man waving for help. But as I slowed and rolled down my window just a crack, I caught sight of that same half-painted face. My heart pounded as the figure lurched closer, jaw opening impossibly wide. The feeling of raw menace washed over me. I floored the gas pedal.
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In my rearview mirror, the shape burst into a sprint, matching my acceleration for far too many seconds before dropping out of sight. I didn't stop driving until I was well past the reservation boundary. The fourth and final time I crossed paths with that skinwalker, I'd been cornered into a family obligation. My cousin wanted to check out some property near Navajo land.
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As evening fell, we took a shortcut, big mistake, down a rugged back road. Storm clouds gathered overhead, turning the sky a sickly gray. Wind whipped up the dust, and thunder boomed in the distance. My cousin and I were talking, trying to distract ourselves from the creeping sense of unease, when a shape darted across our headlights.
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We halted to avoid hitting it, and that familiar painted face glared at us through the windshield. Right there in the open desert, it bent forward, limbs cracking as they elongated, mouth parting to reveal rotted fangs. It lunged at the hood with inhuman speed, leaving a dent and a smear of something foul that smelled like decaying flesh.
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my cousin shrieked and i nearly lost control of the wheel but we managed to swerve around the creature's shrill cry like a wounded animal mixed with a human wail echoed behind us for what felt like ages we drove off hearts hammering convinced that thing would appear in the rearview mirror again at any second the next morning i contacted that same navajo friend desperate for guidance
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They asked if it had anything to do with the reservation stories they'd heard growing up, but we couldn't give a real answer. All we had were scattered glimpses of figures, like some group or presence that appeared whenever we got too close to the reservation at night. Or maybe they were following us, drawn by something we'd done or seen.
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she reminded me of the blessing the chief had done but suggested i seek a more in-depth cleansing from another spiritual leader i jumped at the chance anything to rid myself of these run-ins the ceremony took half a day involving herbs chanting and an overwhelming sense of spiritual gravity in the room by the end the elder assured me that i should be safe as long as i showed respect for navajo lands and kept my distance if possible
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Even now, whenever I'm forced to head south, I plot an extra two or three hours into my route to steer clear of that territory. It might sound extreme, but I'd rather burn daylight and gas than feel that icy dread again. Those four encounters left a mark on me. It's not just some campfire legend anymore.
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This is something I've lived through, and I don't want to ever experience that horrifying gaze again. That bus ride was only the beginning of a nightmare that still makes me double-check every dark stretch of highway I drive. I arrived at my grandparents' place thinking the biggest excitement would be strolling home from the Navajo Nation Fair after dark.
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I'd grown up away from the reservation, so I never quite believed the tales about skinwalkers, creatures said to shift shape and create mischief, or worse. My grandmother hated it when anyone brought them up. To her, just mentioning them could draw their attention. But that night, I got a crash course in just how real and frightening they can be.
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We returned from the fair around nine, stuffed from carnival food, exhausted in that good, warm way. My grandparents' trailer was cozy but worn down, the kind of place where every floorboard creaks no matter how careful you are. We spent hours catching up, sharing stories, and laughing about family gossip until about two in the morning. Tired or not, my curiosity got the better of me.
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And I asked, maybe too casually, are skinwalkers real? My grandma went pale and said it was bad to speak of that sort of thing, then vanished into the back bedroom with my grandfather. My aunt, on the other hand, decided to tell me about hearing horrific screams outside her trailer in Farmington recently. She'd woken up her daughter, and the poor kid was in tears the entire next morning.
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The way she told it, those screams sounded almost human, but layered with something else. A raspy, guttural undercurrent that made her hair stand on end. My aunt tried to brush it off as coyotes, but deep down, she suspected something worse. Hearing that left me unsettled, but I tried to play it cool. Once everyone shuffled off to their rooms, I was too wired to sleep.
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The windows were open for the desert breeze, and the place was eerily still except for the occasional creak of the trailer settling. At first I told myself nothing unusual was going on. Then I heard movement just outside, like footsteps trying not to be heard. I poked my head into the kitchen, peering out at the empty yard lit faintly by a single porch light.
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I left that small town feeling more uneasy than ever, like the land itself held secrets we weren't equipped to understand.
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It all seemed normal, dust swirling in the glow, old trash cans near the road, our cars parked in a line. That was it, right? Then I picked up on a strange hush in the air. No crickets, no distant bark of dogs. Everything felt heavier. Right on cue, a distorted cry shattered the quiet. It was close, definitely in our yard. My eyes locked on a shape lurking behind the cars.
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The outline seemed canine, but something was off, like it didn't fit right in its own skin. Its fur looked matted, and even from a distance, I noticed its eyes reflecting that creepy orange hue I'd heard about in stories. I backed away, practically stumbling down the hallway, and woke my mother. She thought I was panicking over a stray dog until the noises got louder, more ragged.
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She joined me at the window. We spotted the coyote-like figure limping across the yard, dragging a hind leg behind it. An awful smell drifted in, something like old garbage and rancid meat, and a low moaning echo seeped through the thin walls. My parents yelled in Navajo for it to leave, calling it an unwelcome presence.
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and every so often i still wonder whether those knocks that shadow and that eerie whistle were connected to the shapes i first saw running beside my car practically defying all logic if so then we'd only seen the tip of whatever lurked in that dark stretch of forest the final stretch of my mission came quicker than i expected and part of me was relieved the higher-ups asked me to revisit one last family living near the reservation boundary
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the commotion got everyone out of bed and my grandfather grabbed a small handgun coating some bullets in ashes he flung open the door and fired off a couple of shots but the thing vanished faster than anything that injured should be able to move We all gathered in the living room, nerves fried. My grandfather mumbled about how it knew we'd seen it, which could be a bad sign.
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He tried to calm everyone by promising to deal with it in the morning. We eventually drifted back to our rooms, but I doubt anyone actually slept. Around sunrise, a neighbor who was a medicine man came by to bless the place. He prayed over each of us, sprinkled sacred herbs in the yard, and told us that for now, we should be safe. I thought that was the end of the drama, but I was wrong.
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The following afternoon, I was on edge, jumping at the slightest sound. I decided to head outside and help my aunt clean some junk out of her truck. We stood by the tailgate, tossing trash into a bin, when I heard a low growl from behind the trailer.
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it was broad daylight so i doubted the creature would return but that growl vibrated through the thin air my aunt and i locked eyes then inched around the corner perched atop a stack of discarded pallets we saw the same twisted coyote shape only now it seemed bigger more unkempt like the encounter last night had agitated it
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its eyes flicked toward us that same hateful glare before we could shout it leapt off the pallets with an awkward thud disappearing into the brush we stood there breaths ragged wondering if we'd actually seen it or if our nerves were just playing tricks but we knew it was real My aunt started chanting a few Navajo words under her breath, praying it wouldn't come back.
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We told the family what happened, and they grew even more anxious. That evening we all huddled in the living room, lights off to avoid drawing attention. My grandmother insisted it was better to keep the trailer dim. If the thing returned, maybe it wouldn't see us.
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at some point my cousin suggested we head out to the old shed a few hundred yards away to see if something there was attracting the creature it was a dumb plan but curiosity got to us we walked out together my cousin two uncles and me The desert was quiet, the moon casting weak light across the sandy ground.
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We reached the shed, rummaging through old boxes and broken chairs, when we heard a scraping sound on the metal siding. It was slight, but unmistakable. My uncle nudged the door open.
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right outside that thing was crouched low its breath labored eyes glowing in the moonlight a trickle of drool or something thick dripped from its maw in a flash it hurled itself at the doorway my cousin slammed the door and we started barricading it with anything heavy that horrid moan returned cycling between what sounded like laughter and an animal's whine it banged against the shed a few more times then silence
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By the time we mustered enough courage to peer out, it had slipped away again. We trudged back to the trailer where my grandfather was waiting with more ashes and some fresh bullets. He said a string of words in Navajo that basically meant the creature was toying with us, testing our defenses.
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Everyone agreed to stay indoors for the rest of the night, but the tension was unbearable, especially in such a cramped space. Early the next morning my mom insisted we all visit another relative who lived about 20 minutes away, in hopes that maybe a change of scenery would help. We piled into two cars, driving through dusty roads while checking the rearview mirrors every few seconds.
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We stopped at a small grocery store to pick up supplies. As we were loading groceries into the trunk, my dad pointed toward the edge of the parking lot.
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there skulking behind a row of desert shrubs was that twisted figure even under the relentless sun its fur still looked grimy and ragged a few other people in the lot noticed it too and you could tell by their expressions they knew it wasn't just a stray it stared at us for a long painful moment before darting off behind a nearby building
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someone who needed a final lesson and blessing. The thought of returning so close to that place rattled my nerves, but I kept telling myself it was only for a few hours. Then I'd be clear of it. I packed up the car, tossed in my notes and some water, and tried to ignore the knot in my stomach. When we arrived, dusk was already claiming the sky.
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The sight of it right in town made me realize how bold it had become. By our third night, everyone seemed at their breaking point. Lights stayed off, curtains shut, doors locked. My grandparents kept chanting protection prayers, sprinkling corn pollen near the windows and doorways. My grandfather made sure his gun was loaded. At around midnight, a violent scratching returned to the door.
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We could hear the wood splintering this time. My grandmother started shouting in Navajo, calling upon protective spirits to drive it away. Then a sudden, inhuman wail reverberated through the thin walls, and the scratching stopped. My grandfather opened the door just enough to peer outside, gun at the ready. Nothing, but fresh, deep gouges marked the wood. None of us slept a wink after that.
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By dawn, the medicine man neighbor came back. He brought another elder, and they performed a more extensive blessing ritual, lighting cedar and sage, chanting powerful prayers around the entire property. They told us this creature was malicious and strong, but if we followed the protective rites and avoided feeding its energy with fear or reckless talk, it would eventually move on.
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I'm not sure if it's truly gone, or if it's just hiding, waiting. But I do know I believe everything my grandmother told me. Skinwalkers aren't myths designed to spook kids. They're real, and they prey on vulnerabilities. The times you let your guard down or taunt them with your doubt. These past few nights, I came face to face with something that shattered my skepticism forever.
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Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I can still see its twisted form lurking at the edges of my mind, and I pray that I never, ever experience that petrifying sense of being watched again. I still recall how the quiet wrapped around that old house like a heavy blanket.
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Back then, our little place on the Navajo reservation didn't have electricity, so the only light came from lanterns glowing in the living room. My two brothers and I were left alone that night, since our parents had headed to a chapter house meeting. It wasn't the first time they'd left us to watch over things, but something about that evening felt off.
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We'd gone through our usual routine, made a quick dinner from whatever we could rustle up, then cleaned the few dishes by lamplight. My brothers joked around while I tried to relax, but I couldn't help peering at the windows. The desert night was always dark, yet that particular night felt like it was pressing against the walls.
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Once we finished our chores, we set the lanterns on the kitchen table and sat down. We had no television or internet, so we just chatted in low voices about the day. The air smelled of warm dust and the faint smoke left over from our wood stove. We were tired but not quite ready to sleep. Outside, the wind whispered across the empty land.
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Usually that lullaby would put me at ease, but my instincts kept buzzing like an alarm. Suddenly we heard something out by the truck, a shuffling noise that wasn't the wind. It was like someone was shifting around boxes or picking things up and dropping them. My brothers and I stared at each other, realizing nobody should be out there at that hour.
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The closest neighbors lived miles away, and they'd never just drop by unannounced. My oldest brother crept toward the window, letting the lantern's glow guide him. He peered through a small gap in the curtain. I watched his face go pale. That's when he whispered that someone was digging around in the truck. A tightness clenched my stomach.
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The family was friendly, though they looked a bit uneasy about my presence. They told me of nearby farmers finding livestock missing or mauled, and how strange noises had kept them awake for days on end. Their stories mirrored everything that had happened to me. Footsteps in the dark, shapes racing through the fields, and something out there that felt almost sentient.
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Why would a stranger sneak onto our property so far from town, let alone rifle through our vehicle? It didn't take long for fear to settle in. We glanced around the living room, trying to figure out a plan. There wasn't exactly a phone to call for help. No landline, no cell service out here. My younger brother fumbled for the rifle we kept near the door, the one we almost never touched.
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He handed it to me like he couldn't stand the thought of holding it himself. I took it, feeling my hands tremble. The idea of facing down someone in the pitch-black yard made my head spin, but what choice did we have? We needed to protect our home. We decided to step out onto the porch, see if we could scare them off.
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My heart thumped against my chest, each beat reminding me just how alone we were. We eased open the front door. The night air rushed in, cold and full of possibilities.
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lantern light spilled over the porch steps but it didn't reach the truck we strained our eyes searching for any sign of movement for several seconds we couldn't see anything just the vague outline of the vehicle and shadows stretching over the dirt yard
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but there was that sound again like metal scraping something was definitely out there and it wasn't some friendly neighbor i whispered to my brothers that we needed to stick together the rifle felt heavier than it ever had like it knew trouble was near in the darkness
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i thought i saw a shape move near the truck's open door my pulse hammered part of me wanted to shout for whoever it was to leave another part worried that calling out might provoke them we just stood there silent hearts pounding trying to catch a glimpse of this unwelcome visitor who had appeared out of nowhere and I had the strangest sense that we were being watched in return.
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I eased onto the porch with my brothers huddled behind me, lantern in one hand, rifle in the other. The rattling sound we'd heard before had stopped, but that only made me more anxious. Even in the faint glow I could spot the truck a few yards away. The passenger door was open wider than it had been just minutes ago. Whoever was messing with it was clearly not done.
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My older brother whispered for the intruder to come out and explain themselves, voice shaking despite his effort to sound tough. Silence answered back, an unsettling quiet so deep it seemed the entire desert paused to listen. Then a shape rose by the truck's open door. It turned toward the house, slow and deliberate. My stomach tightened.
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Something about the way it moved stole all sense of security.
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i raised the rifle bracing it against my shoulder and said that we weren't afraid the shape didn't react beyond standing perfectly still for a moment the lantern's light barely reached the edge of the yard so i could only make out an outline tall maybe hunched definitely not normal its stillness unnerved me more than any lunge or sudden motion could have
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My brother urged me to fire a warning shot just over its head in hopes of scaring it off. I pulled the trigger, and a dull click echoed in my ears. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. Every desperate pull only produced more clicks. The rifle felt dead in my hands. I remember panicking because we'd used that gun a few times in the past, and it never had problems.
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yet at that moment it behaved as if it had no intention of defending us the figure took a step forward and a wave of rot wafted over the porch it smelled like something decaying in the heat so potent it made me want to gag my brothers backed away alarm plain on their faces I held the rifle up again, refusing to drop it even though it seemed useless.
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Regardless, I stayed focused on my purpose. I prayed with them, offered what comfort I could, and prepared to head out before the worst of the night set in. My new companion insisted we drive straight through, no stops, no detours. We stuck to the plan, but somewhere between the family's house and the main highway, we plunged into a long narrow road that wound through a forested hollow.
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It was the only thing keeping me from freezing with fear. Just then, a flicker of light glimmered down the road. Through the sparse trees, I could see a pair of headlights bouncing along the dirt path. Relief and dread warred inside me. My grandparents were home, which was good, but what if this intruder decided to target them too?
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The shape shifted its attention to the approaching lights and slowly peeled away from the truck. Before we could react, it slid behind one of the large, gnarled trees that dotted our property.
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i'd never felt such a potent mix of fury and terror part of me wanted to chase after it demanding answers the other half wanted to retreat inside block every door and pray that the thing wouldn't return i heard my grandparents pull up and hop out of the car My oldest brother raced across the yard to meet them, rifle in hand, telling them in frantic whispers about the intruder.
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My grandfather eyed the open truck door, then focused on the tree line. Without needing an explanation, he dashed inside, rummaged around for ashes from the stove. He coated the barrel and a single bullet, working quickly and calmly, like he'd practiced this before. When he came back out, we clustered around him. My grandmother stood protectively near me and my younger brother.
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My grandfather strode to the edge of the porch and aimed at the place where we'd last seen that shape lurking. He fired without shouting a warning, one thunderous blast that broke the suffocating stillness. For an instant, I thought he'd missed until a shrieking cry tore through the night.
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a shadow ripped away from the tree and tore across the yard heading farther into the desert we didn't stop to question what it was or how it was still moving after that shot my grandfather and my older brother raced for the truck engine roaring as they gave chase i stood there surrounded by lantern glow trying not to let my mind wander too far into dark possibilities the stench lingered in the air as if whatever that thing was had left a piece of itself behind
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all i could do was cling to the thought that if anybody could handle it it was my grandfather he'd clearly known something about dusting the rifle in ashes a trick i'd never heard of before still that encounter had rattled us we weren't prepared for how close danger had come or how little we could do about it
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And even though the worst part seemed over, I couldn't shake the notion that the fight was only just beginning. Grandfather and my older brother didn't hesitate after that shot rang out. They jumped into the truck and tore off into the desert, leaving me, my other brother, and grandmother huddled on the porch. My thoughts kept spinning as the taillights blinked across the uneven ground.
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Part of me wished I could have gone with them, though my legs felt too unsteady to stand. I was stuck there, hoping they wouldn't be lured somewhere even worse in that darkness. It felt like ages before we heard the engines roar again, faint at first, then growing louder as it rolled back toward the house. When the truck finally crested the rise, Grandfather slammed on the brakes.
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He cleared his throat and told us about a day he and his companion had to travel far out of their normal route. They met some new investigators who wanted to learn about the faith, and that part went smoothly. The real trouble started after, when they discovered they were nearly out of gas.
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The tires kicked up a cloud of dust that lingered, and in the shifting beams of the headlights, I saw my older brother's stunned face. They both climbed out,
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eyes full of the kind of urgency that meant no one was getting any rest tonight grandfather told us how they'd chased the figure beyond a steep ditch that dropped off at least twenty feet he slammed on the brakes in time to avoid tumbling over the edge then leaped out to confront it
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my brother swore that each time the headlights caught the runner it flickered into the shape of a woman loping on all fours her limbs bending in ways that defied reason at the brink of that ditch grandfather shouted in navajo naming a local woman he suspected was behind this evil he demanded she leave us in peace warning she'd pay if she persisted
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The headlights created jumping shadows that didn't look quite natural. My hands were shaking on the wheel, so I forced myself to breathe steady. As we rounded a bend the radio cut out, replaced by static. That's when the shapes appeared. There were at least three silhouettes loping along the side of the road, more fluid than any normal stride. Even at a solid clip, they seemed to keep up easily.
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they saw it pause like it understood every syllable then it released a guttural hiss and bolted deeper into the desert even with the rifle loaded properly hitting a figure so fast in the dead of night was nearly impossible Not wanting to risk a rollover or get led into unfamiliar terrain, Grandfather made the call to turn back.
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The realization that it was far too cunning to corner made everything feel worse. We locked up the house as best we could, blocking the doors and pulling the curtains. My brothers and I sat around the lantern, each of us jumping at the slightest rustle.
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grandmother said a prayer in a trembling voice hands pressed together meanwhile grandfather kept that ash-coated rifle at his side keeping watch at a window i could see the weight of the night in his posture determined but exhausted No one slept until dawn. Every creak set us on edge, hearts pounding as we wondered if that thing had decided to return.
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In the first gray light of morning, we ventured out. The sickly sweet stench had faded, but muddy footprints remained by the truck. None of them looked like a neat pair of shoes. The prints were splayed, with deep indentations that reminded me of paw marks more than anything human. Over the next few days, our whole household operated like we were on constant alert.
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A few neighbors dropped by, hearing whispers that our family had crossed paths with something foul. We tried to make light of it, but people exchanged grave looks, each recalling stories of their own strange encounters. Then we heard the news. The same local woman grandfather had named that night passed away under mysterious circumstances. Nobody could explain exactly what happened.
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some said she fell ill suddenly others blamed old age but the timing left us uneasy it was grandfather's silence that told me everything he insisted we show respect keep our heads down and remain cautious He refused to talk further about the woman's passing, but I glimpsed the relief etched on his face.
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From what I'd heard around the reservation, if you call out a skinwalker, if you speak their name, you're essentially dooming them. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe Grandfather's act of naming her truly sealed her fate. Whatever the explanation, the stench and the footprints vanished. Our dogs barked less, as if the territory had been reclaimed by friendlier spirits.
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Nights felt a little safer, though the rifle still leaned by the front door. Ashes kept close at hand. The memory of that figure's slow advance, and the way the gun wouldn't fire, stuck with me longer than anything else. Even now, whenever shadows move weirdly after dusk, I remember that night.
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Some folks think these tales are nothing but superstition, but I lived through one too many coincidences to dismiss them. Maybe the woman was just a person who knew dark tricks, or maybe she truly turned into something not quite human. Either way, I learned that in the isolation of our land, there are forces you don't challenge unless you're ready to face the consequences.
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By the time my parents returned to their routine of chapter house visits, I'd grown used to being on guard. The chills from that encounter never fully went away, but I found a strange comfort in knowing we survived it. We held our ground. That was enough. And on those quiet nights, when the moon's out and the wind rustles the dry brush, I remind myself that evil's real, but so is resilience.
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Our family proved that much. I used to think my parents' place was the epitome of ordinary, cookie-cutter neighborhood at the base of some foothills, complete with a neat little fence and a paved driveway. But everything shifted once I found that obscure path just off the canyon road.
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It's hidden behind a thin screen of trees, and the sign is either so faded or small that most people wouldn't notice it even if they were looking. i stumbled across it thanks to a hunch and a friend's random tip and on the day i decided to explore it with a buddy from the lost creek expeditions well that was the afternoon everything changed we parked near the bend in the road and got out
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my companion whispered a prayer voice trembling i gave the engine more gas hoping distance might scare them off but they only drew closer one of them hunched low launched itself into the path of the headlights like it wanted to force us to stop its eyes shone unnaturally bright For a split second I locked eyes with it, a moment so overwhelming that I nearly slammed on the brakes.
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the chill in the air smelled like wet earth and leaf rot which made sense because the entire slope was drenched in melting snow the moment we stepped onto the gravel two sharp cracks echoed through the trunks my friend froze glancing at me with a did you do that expression i shook my head it was definitely coming from deeper in the trees
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although the idea of random branches snapping on their own crossed my mind i tried to laugh it off but it felt forced it was the first spark of suspicion that something or some one was aware we had arrived the trail itself was a sloppy mess coated with slush and fresh mud each step made an ugly squelching noise that shattered any semblance of silence
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The canopy overhead was so thick most of the day's light got swallowed before it touched the ground. It was like entering a tunnel of shadows. We picked our way along carefully, occasionally slipping. We only made it a few hundred feet when another pair of cracks rang out, sharper than the ones by the car. My friend threw me a nervous smile, and I tried to shrug like it was normal.
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on the inside i was rattled the knocks felt deliberate spaced just right almost like signals or warnings we kept moving telling each other we were just being paranoid sure it's a remote trail sure it looks spooky could be normal forest sounds right Except the deeper we went, the heavier the atmosphere became, like someone had draped a wet blanket over everything.
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My friend pointed out how odd it was that we hadn't seen a single squirrel, bird, or even a random chipmunk. By this point, I was seriously wondering if we'd wandered into a section of woods that didn't appreciate visitors. Eventually, we reached a point where the path leveled off, and we found a small clearing.
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It was probably the only spot along that stretch of trail where daylight actually made it through the branches. My friend wanted to stop for a snack, so we hunkered down on an old fallen log, only half focused on the granola bars in our hands. My ears kept straining to catch even the faintest noise. That's when a third set of knocks rattled the air from somewhere up the slope.
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I remember locking eyes with my friend. At that moment, there was no more kidding around. We knew we weren't imagining it. Despite the growing tension, we decided to wrap up the snack break and head back. Neither of us openly admitted being uneasy, but the walk down felt much faster than the hike up.
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When we finally made it to the car, the weird sense of relief washed over me so hard I actually paused to catch my breath. My friend and I swapped a few hushed theories, maybe a woodpecker, maybe trees shifting in the wind, but neither of us believed it. A knot of dread seemed lodged in my gut, insisting something else was going on. I ended up returning to that trail on my own not long after.
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It nagged at me constantly. i'd be sitting in the living room at my folks place looking out at the ridges and i'd feel this pull to go back every trip was the same slick ground murky light an uncanny hush the knocks were still there too echoing sporadically as if they were following my progress My mom eventually tagged along on one of these outings, during a cold, overcast morning.
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We didn't talk much until we reached the top third of the path, where a chain of knocks surrounded us from every direction. She just raised her eyebrows, unsettled but pretending she was fine. Neither of us dared speak above a whisper. At first we told ourselves it was just the forest. After all, nature can get weird. But as we headed home, the silence in the car was suffocating.
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We both sensed that something far stranger than random tree sounds lived up there. Even recounting it now, the memory of those cracks in the distance makes my stomach twist. Yet I couldn't stay away. Something about that trail demanded my return, like I'd stumbled onto a secret that refused to stay hidden. Even though the experience unsettled me, I needed to know more.
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Somehow, I felt a surge of determination. Maybe it was months of dealing with these encounters, or maybe it was the faith I'd been pouring into every prayer. Instead of stopping, I hit the gas. The figure jerked back, almost as though it couldn't withstand that direct challenge. We roared past and gained speed on the open road.
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I needed to find out what was knocking back. I didn't realize just how deep I'd gotten into this obsession until the day I ventured up there alone again. No casual friend in tow, no group, just me and the looming wall of silent trees. I wasn't stupid. I was nervous as hell, but the urge to see if the knocks would happen again, or if something even weirder might, had me lacing up my boots anyway.
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So I parked my car at the usual spot and started up the trail like I had a dozen times before. Barely ten minutes in, I heard rustles in the brush. The kind you catch at the corner of your ear when something big is moving around. I kept telling myself it could be a deer. But a few minutes later, that notion collapsed when a resounding, woo, boomed from somewhere off to my right.
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I froze like I'd just been caught stealing. My heart stuttered, but after a couple of breathless seconds, I did something probably insane. I answered back with my own woo. It was more out of adrenaline than courage, like my brain hadn't gotten the memo that this was a terrible idea.
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The response came so fast it nearly knocked me backward, a vicious, high-pitched screech that shot through the trees. My spine prickled. The sound wasn't human, yet something about it felt eerily intentional, like an angry command. I've been out in the woods enough to know the usual suspects. Owls, foxes, hawks. This wasn't any of those. It was deeper, more layered.
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My whole body was shaking, but I forced myself to keep calm, crouching to make a smaller silhouette in case, God forbid, whatever was out there saw me as a threat. I guess I must have sat for a while, but I couldn't tell if it was one minute or ten, because the whole world got so quiet I could hear my pulse in my ears.
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Then this new noise drifted toward me, something soft at first, like a faint panting. But it grew louder, heavier, until it felt like the breathing of an animal with a chest the size of a refrigerator. Each exhale sounded closer than the last, though I couldn't pinpoint from which direction. It was as though the forest itself was breathing, massive lungs expanding in the shadows around me.
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terror lit up my nerves my brain reeled with possibilities bear mountain lion or something else entirely but something about the pattern felt calculated like it was announcing its presence rather than creeping up for a kill Maybe it was trying to scare me away. If so, it worked.
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I stood carefully, heart hammering against my ribcage, and started moving back downhill, slow enough that I wouldn't trip on the muddy slope. The moment I decided to leave, that heavy breathing cut off like a switch had been flipped.
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dead silence again there's a twisted kind of relief in being left alone but it sure didn't feel like a blessing more like a threat that could fire up again any time another time not long after that i spotted an odd structure near the top of the trail under a thick old tree that had been bent and broken yet was somehow still clinging to life
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Behind us, the shapes scattered into the treeline, slipping out of the headlights' reach. My heart thundered, but relief washed through me. We'd made it past without letting them trap us. When we merged onto the main highway, the tension broke. I glanced in the rearview mirror, half expecting to see those figures sprinting along the shoulder, but there was only empty asphalt.
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Leaning against its trunk were several sticks, long, sturdy branches arranged in a triangular shape like a teepee. I'd read about weird stick structures in online stories, but always figured they were bushcraft shelters or kids playing around. This one, though, looked too deliberate. The sticks had been placed at angles that locked them together.
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no random pile of dead wood could pull that off against my better judgment i whipped out my phone and snapped a few photos my breath caught in my throat there was an unmistakable pressure in the air like i was being watched from just outside my field of vision
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you know that feeling when the hairs on your neck stand up multiply that by ten i hurried back down the trail faster than i should have half slipping in the mud convinced i might catch a glimpse of something darting through the trees the next day i must have been half out of my mind because i went up again to see if any fresh clues were waiting
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At first, it seemed normal, or as normal as that place can feel. But once I was near the base of the trail, I nearly puked when I saw it. A deer carcass, or what was left of it. The skull was mostly intact, still attached to part of the spine, but the legs looked snapped, twisted. No scattering of fur or signs of a typical animal kill, either.
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It was like it had been dropped there, right where I couldn't miss it. A jolt of horror flooded my system so fast my knees almost buckled. I remember standing there, trying to wrap my head around it, when a single notion took hold. This was left for me, because of the pictures. That was the instant I decided never to bring a camera up there again.
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It felt like crossing a line, as if I'd disrespected something that didn't appreciate prying eyes. Word of my experiences must have gotten around, because a friend who was skeptical about the whole thing pestered me to let him tag along. We went at dusk, and the knock started up almost on cue.
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By the time we got halfway, a series of sharp clacks echoed so loudly, you'd swear someone was whacking a tree trunk right beside us. My friend's confidence evaporated. We walked out of there in a hurry, each step mirrored by faint crunches in the undergrowth. Neither of us dared look back. I made it a personal rule.
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No more cameras, no more inviting people to witness it, unless they're truly prepared. The idea that I was treading on sacred ground, someone else's territory, gnawed at me constantly. Every time I ventured back, I felt a swirl of excitement and dread. Something out there was watching, maybe testing me. And after that deer skeleton incident, I wasn't eager to push any further than I had to.
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I wish I could say I stayed away, but that would be a lie. It's like this place has a pulse of its own and it's synced with my curiosity, dragging me back whenever I try to ignore it. At this point, I know it's only a matter of time before something big happens, something impossible to dismiss or rationalize.
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Yet part of me keeps coming back for more, in spite of the warning signs piling up like stacked bones. And that, I guess, is where caution ends and obsession begins. I don't know why I kept testing my luck on that trail, but I guess part of me needed closure. Something told me the story wasn't finished, so when I heard about the second structure, it was like an invisible force tugging me back.
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The first one, a teepee of sticks under that warped tree, was shocking enough, but my friend claimed to have spotted another, bigger construction further up, near a grove of aspens that had been bent almost into an arch. He was nervous about returning, so I decided to check it out alone. I still wonder if that was a huge mistake.
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My companion looked pale, eyes darting from side to side, though his shoulders slowly relaxed. After we finally made it back to our apartment, we sat in silence for a while, replaying every instant of that drive. Neither of us knew exactly what we'd encountered, but we'd stood our ground and come out on the other side. In the following weeks, I finished my mission and returned home.
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Reaching the arch took longer than usual because the trail felt wetter than ever. Mud sucked at my boots with each step, like the land was trying to hold me back. When I finally got there, I noticed the arch wasn't just a random shape. Long branches had been wedged crosswise, forming a kind of lattice. Slabs of fresh aspen bark draped across the top like roofing tiles.
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channeling the rainwater so it ran off in neat rivulets. It definitely wasn't natural. My chest tightened at the idea of something with clever hands building that. The silence felt like it might smother me on the spot. Even though it scared me, I crouched down to look inside. It looked barely tall enough for a person on all fours. Maybe an adult could sit comfortably, but not stand.
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Either way, it was sturdy. As I stood to leave, I caught a whiff of something unfamiliar, earthy, kind of damp and animalistic. It was enough to make me back away, uneasy that whatever stayed in there might come home at any moment. On the return trip, I heard frantic wood knocks from above, almost like a warning or maybe a scolding for trespassing.
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That's when I glanced up the slope and spotted a silhouette. At first, I assumed it was just a broken trunk. The shape blended perfectly with the surrounding trees. Then it glided sideways behind a thicker trunk, with such effortless motion that my head spun. For several seconds I stood there, trying not to lose it.
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the presence of that shape tall quiet and cunning twisted my nerves into knots i still haven't worked out i might have tried to rationalize it away except there were other details i couldn't ignore foot-shaped impressions in the muck that vanished like someone had deliberately erased them shredded bark on wide trunks at heights no average animal would reach.
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One of the worst discoveries was a half-eaten rabbit's carcass, propped near the path where I couldn't miss it. I'd walked that spot earlier, and it definitely hadn't been there before. The notion that someone might be placing these gruesome finds on purpose made my skin crawl. Word about my experiences spread among friends, and soon I was getting messages from people who wanted proof.
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Pictures, hair samples, footprints, anything. I refused to bring a camera anymore, remembering the deer bones from my last attempt. I had zero desire to push this phenomenon any further than I already had. That trail still calls to me every time I pass by those mountain ridges. It's not peaceful. It's far from it.
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It feels like stepping onto ground that belongs to something else, something you sense just outside your vision. I keep telling folks that, no matter how curious they are, they should think twice before hunting for cryptic answers there. Curiosity might lead you straight to a truth you're not ready to handle.
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And once you've glimpsed that shape shifting behind the trees, or found those bones laid out for you, you can't pretend it was just your imagination. You carry it with you forever. I hopped off the train in Olympia feeling pretty confident that I could handle whatever lay ahead.
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Figured if I could manage the moody weather and notoriously fickle schedules of public transit, a few crashing waves in Westport would be no big deal. Truth be told, I'd been itching for something new, something unexpected. Surfing in the cold waters of coastal Washington sounded like the perfect fix.
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After a quick cup of cheap coffee, I stuck out my thumb along the highway, and an old truck eventually pulled over. The driver, a lean man in a flannel jacket, wasted no time telling me there wasn't much going on at the shore this time of year. I laughed it off, but he just shrugged and said some folks liked their solitude a little too much. The comment hung in the air, weirdly unsettling.
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Maybe he was just making conversation, but his words rattled around my head the rest of the ride. When we reached Westport, I thanked him and climbed out. The wind greeted me like a slap, sharp and relentless, carrying the tang of salt from the water.
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A sense of relief settled over me, though I still caught myself scanning dark roads whenever I drove at night. Eventually, I shared the entire story around a campfire with some close friends. Telling it felt like a final exhale, like I was unloading a weight I'd carried far too long.
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after i found a shop willing to rent me a surfboard for the day i sprinted straight for the shore with more excitement than caution that was my first mistake the pacific in may was nothing short of frigid and the waves slammed me like i'd insulted them personally still i stuck with it if only out of stubbornness by late afternoon every inch of me was exhausted
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My face stung from the wind, and my arms felt like heavy weights from paddling. The thought of a warm bed seemed like wishful thinking at that point. A local suggested heading south to Grayland State Park if I wanted an out-of-the-way place to crash, pay for a campground, or skip the fee by stealth camping if I was feeling bold. Naturally, bold won out.
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I hitched another short ride down highway 105, noticing how the trees along the road grew thick and twisted, their branches leaning over the asphalt as though trying to keep secrets locked under their canopy. Not that they were towering giants, far from it, but they formed a continuous tangle that blocked out a good portion of the sky.
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Something about those woods made my mouth feel dry, even though I couldn't pin down why. Graylin turned out to be nearly deserted. One bulky RV stood near the entrance with its blinds closed, as if whoever was inside didn't want to see or be seen. A tent further down looked zipped up for the night, no sign of movement.
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The air there felt different, less briny, more earthy, like damp soil and leaves, with a sharp undertone of marine chill." I decided to scope out the trail leading to the beach. By then, the sun was dipping low, casting long shadows that danced along the edges of the trees. The wind pushed me forward, almost urging me to get on with it.
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I found a decent spot a short distance away from the surf, marked by a weirdly shaped rock and a flimsy post fluttering with a bit of pink ribbon. I dropped my gear, a battered sleeping bag, ground tarp, and the wetsuit I hadn't bothered returning yet. thinking it would be easy enough to find them later. Before dark truly set in, I headed to the bathroom hoping I could charge my phone. No dice.
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The overhead light flickered, but the outlets were dead. No caretaker or ranger in sight. I took a moment to rest against the concrete wall, listening to the wind wind through the empty campground. A tiny voice in my mind asked why nobody else was around. Sure, it was off-season, but it felt downright abandoned. I lit up a cheap cigar, watching the last rays of sunlight fade.
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My nerves buzzed with anticipation. Maybe from the lack of real food. Maybe from that edgy stillness that only comes when a place feels untouched by casual human presence. Occasionally I heard the muffled sound of the waves crashing. and I pretended it was lulling me into a sense of calm, a weak illusion. Once darkness settled in, I realized I couldn't stall forever.
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Whether those shapes were people, legends, or something unexplainable, I no longer felt haunted by the question of why they'd shown up, or what they wanted. My only hope was that, by speaking of it, I could warn others not to take the back road so lightly. If you ever find yourself out there under a waning moon, remember to stay alert.
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I'd have to brave the narrow trail again, guided only by what little moonlight seeped through the canopy. My stomach twisted at the prospect of stumbling around blindly, but I tried to laugh it off. "'It's just a half-tamed strip of coastal forest,' I told myself." What's the worst thing that can happen?
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With that, I pushed off the bathroom's damp concrete wall and started walking, the wind picking up as though it wanted me to hurry. Everything around me felt on edge, like the environment itself was waiting for me to make a wrong move. I had a flash of the driver's words from earlier. Some folks liked their solitude a bit too much.
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The phrase made me glance over my shoulder, scanning the dimly lit campsite. I didn't spot a soul, but I still couldn't shake the nagging sense that something beyond my knowledge thrived in that emptiness. Determined to camp as planned, I took my first steps into the dark. Little did I know just how quickly my confidence would unravel once the trees swallowed me whole.
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The second I stepped beyond the tree line, the campground lights and that tiny thread of comfort they offered vanished behind me. It was as though I'd walked into a different reality, one where the wind seemed louder and the darkness felt tangible, like it had weight. I kept my hands stretched out in front of me, trying to avoid slamming into a trunk, but my breath still caught at every near miss.
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Each shuffle forward was a calculated gamble. The path underfoot was uneven, and I had zero sense of how far I'd come. Despite knowing I just had to continue west, I soon lost all sense of direction.
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in theory if i kept moving i'd stumble on to the shore eventually instead i found myself trudging in circles spooked by the sensation that the trees were closing in my arms brushed rough bark tangles of branches snagged my clothing and the roar of the wind overhead drowned out any hints that might have helped me navigate
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When I finally emerged from that labyrinth of twisted foliage, relief flooded me. Until I realized the landmarks I'd counted on spotting, my weird rock and that little post with the streamer weren't there. My eyes darted across the moonlit sand, looking for anything familiar, but the beach stretched on, emptily. Salt-scented gusts lashed against me, making it impossible to see much of anything.
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frustrated i inched back into the woods flipping on my phone screen for a feeble glow that light barely reached a few steps ahead revealing only a tangle of wet ferns and shadows at one point something off in the distance made a noise a low resonant call that rose above the wind oddly stretched and loud it could have been my mind twisting normal forest sounds into something ominous but it sent a surge of alarm through my body anyway
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I told myself it was an owl or maybe a coyote, but even I didn't believe it. It didn't have the trademark yip or screech. This was... different. A drawn-out tone that felt impossible to ignore. I crept forward, trying to keep calm. My feet rooted in place whenever I heard a rustle or detected a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. As the seconds dragged on, I noticed a pungent odor.
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Sometimes all it takes is faith, or sheer will, to keep going, and to remind whatever lurks in the darkness that you're no easy prey. I've heard this story from my roommate more times than I'd like to admit, but every time he shares it, my nerves go on high alert. It all started in a Phoenix suburb where he used to do his late night drives, usually around three or four in the morning.
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Damp and somehow animalistic.
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the wind couldn't carry it away fast enough it gnawed at the edges of my thinking fueling the idea that something far larger than an owl was lurking beyond my flashlight's pitiful radius then i heard the same unnerving sound again but this time it reverberated from behind me closer than before it was a low wavering moan that crescendoed in a way i couldn't have imagined an ordinary creature producing
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my chest felt tight with a surge of adrenaline i stumbled forward in a desperate attempt to get out of there tangling my foot on an exposed root my shoulder smacked against a trunk and pain jolted down my arm but i refused to stop My only plan was to keep moving until I reached the beach or open ground. Somewhere I could see whatever was out there.
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A short time later, I burst onto the sand again, breathless and shaking. My phone's light flickered off, so I was left with only the faint glow of the moon. The ocean lay in front of me, a slab of shifting darkness. For a moment I stood still, scanning the shoreline. The waves roared, but they couldn't drown out that faint call echoing in the wind. Somehow I knew it was trailing me.
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I forced myself to walk along the beach, eyes straining for that stupid rock, anything to anchor my bearings. My entire body felt raw, like every nerve ending was ready to snap.
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at one point i noticed what looked like a large shape dart between the trunks at the edge of the woods but the swirl of sand and gusts made it impossible to confirm if it had been my imagination it was doing a damn good job of tormenting me after what felt like hours of staggering along the sand the rock finally came into view that stone never looked so beautiful my makeshift camp was right where i'd left it which meant shelter for the night
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Not much, but better than wandering out in the open. I sank onto my ground tarp, pressing a hand to my shoulder, trying to massage away the pain. My lungs still felt like they were on fire. For a long time I sat there, straining to catch any hint of the unknown noise. All I heard was the restless tide and the occasional gust slicing through the trees.
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At some point I dragged my sleeping bag over me and huddled inside. Normally, I might have drifted off to the hiss of waves, but fear kept me rigid. Every brush of wind through the nearby grass made me jump. I couldn't guarantee I was safe, but at least the open sky gave me a fighting chance to spot trouble before it reached me. Eventually, the brutal exhaustion won out.
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Nobody was around to help, so they sat there in a stretch of nothingness until someone finally came by with a spare can of fuel.
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my eyes grew heavy even though my pulse was still racing before i slipped into a restless doze i grabbed my pocket-knife and laid it beside me just in case the reality of what lurked in those woods was far from settled and i had a feeling the night wasn't ready to let me off easy My eyes snapped open at first light, though I couldn't say I truly slept.
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The wind had died to a low whistle, and the morning sky was a dull gray, casting just enough light for me to see I was still in one piece. My shoulder throbbed from last night's collision with that tree, and my legs ached in a way that told me I'd gone too hard trying to outrun something I couldn't even see. Shaking off the lingering fog in my head, I sat up and scanned the beach.
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It was eerily quiet. Normally, sunrise over the Pacific is breathtaking, pinkish clouds, golden water. But that morning, it felt subdued, like even the day was hesitant about showing up. Part of me hoped I'd find solid proof that the terror I'd felt in those woods was just my own overactive imagination. Then I noticed something odd near the water's edge.
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Impressions in the wet sand, bigger than I'd expect from any person walking around. They were spaced too far apart to be from a casual stroll. My pulse jumped. They could have been smoothed or warped by the tide, sure, but as I got closer, I realized they had a vague foot-like shape to them, elongated, broad. I crouched down, suddenly aware of how alone I was on that stretch of beach.
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My heart pounded harder when I noticed a line of these prints leading toward the tree line, exactly where I'd fled last night.
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i wanted to dismiss them blame them on shifting sand or an odd trick of the current but the winds howling in my memory and that unexplainable call i'd heard still weighed on me standing there cold water lapping around my ankles i felt more shaken than ever whatever had prowled those woods might have been right there on the beach watching me as i bolted around in the dark i hurried back to my makeshift camp and stuffed everything into my pack
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there was no chance i'd linger another minute in that spot every snap of a twig every gust of wind behind me made my skin prickle turning my back on that gnarled coastal forest felt both necessary and dangerous like something might leap out at me before i was out of reach
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He loves the silence of those roads, the kind of emptiness that feels strangely peaceful, at least it used to. The first encounter sounded almost too bizarre to be real. He was driving along a dimly lit street, empty fields stretching out on the left like a sea of dark silhouettes. Suddenly, a figure on all fours came bolting out of that field. It wasn't a coyote or a stray dog.
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the walk through the trees in daylight was nowhere near as terrifying as at night but my nerves were still on high alert the occasional shaft of morning sun revealed just how twisted and close those branches were conifer needles and salt-laden air formed a pungent mix that sat heavy in my lungs even then even with the sunlight i couldn't shake the sense that i was being watched
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When I finally re-emerged into Grayland's campground, I almost didn't recognize the place. The single RV was gone. The site where the couple had been sleeping looked deserted as well. No people. No sign they'd ever been there. Maybe they packed up at dawn, or maybe they were gone long before I even woke.
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that chill at the back of my neck prickled again making me wonder if i'd imagined the rv in the tent entirely i didn't waste time i hoofed it out to the highway and flagged down a passing truck the driver throwing me a curious look when i practically jumped into the cab I mumbled something about needing to get out of Grayland fast. He didn't press for details, and I didn't offer any.
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We ended up stopping in a small coastal town not too far away. There was a diner there, fluorescent lights buzzing, the scent of bacon and coffee in the air. I sank into a booth, hands still shaking as I wrapped them around a steaming mug. When the waitress asked if I was okay, I managed to half-smile and said something like, "'Long night.' She nodded like she'd heard it all before.
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A couple old-timers at the counter kept glancing over, probably picking up on my rattled vibe. Eventually, I summoned the nerve to ask them if they'd ever heard weird noises in the Grayland area." Their eyes flickered with a hint of recognition. One said he'd heard all sorts of stories. Sightings of large, ape-like figures near the dunes. Strange howls at odd hours.
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The other shrugged, calling them tall tales. But his mouth set in a way that said he wasn't entirely convinced of that. Later, after I'd changed into dry clothes and recharged my phone, I typed in every search term I could think of. Graylin Screech. Bigfoot calls, Westport forest noises, the audio clips I found, those alleged Bigfoot whoops or howls, sent a jolt straight through me.
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Some had the same weird resonant pitch I'd heard piercing the wind the night before. My throat went tight just listening to them.
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i can't say with one hundred per cent certainty what chased me through those tangled trees or if anything literally followed me at all but when i think back on that searing cry on those footprints in the damp sand and on the acrid smell that clung to the air i can't deny something was out there something bigger and stranger than a mere owl or deer by the time i finally found a bus back toward olympia the morning sun had grown strong casting long rays over the highway
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I should have felt more at ease, but I realized I was still shaking. I kept replaying the night in my head. If I'd made one wrong move, taken one bad tumble, I might have still been out there, huddled in the dark with... whatever that thing was. Even now, safe at home and scrolling through internet forums, I can't shake the feeling that I glimpsed another side of that rugged Washington coastline.
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a side that rarely meets human eyes sure i walked away rattled but i walked away all the same which is more than i can say for some folks who've vanished in thick forests and never shown up again i didn't get the grand surf adventure i'd hoped for and i doubt i'll be heading back to those dunes any time soon
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Still, that memory of hearing that unearthly cry slicing through the howling wind, the trackway in the sand, and the sense of a presence lurking in the gloom has carved itself into my story forever. It's a reminder that sometimes, out on the edges of the map, you're a guest in someone else's realm. And you don't always see your host until it's far too late.
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My roommate swears it had a simian shape, with long limbs that moved way too fast to be normal. Its entire body was this deep black. The kind that almost blends into the shadows. But its face. Stark white, like fresh snow. He said it had human features without any expression. The thing sprinted across the road, paused with abrupt precision, and twisted its head to stare straight at him.
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I remember the heat pressing down like a weight that afternoon, making every breath feel thick. My friend and I had set out for a casual hike a few miles from downtown Salt Lake City, figuring we'd escape the traffic noise and chaos for a while.
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The trail was narrow, weaving through dense undergrowth that tugged at our clothes, and we hadn't been walking long before sweat started trickling into our eyes. We finally stopped in a small clearing, where clusters of tall firs stood close enough to form a canopy overhead. I squinted at them, noticing how some trunks seemed angled against each other, almost like a teepee.
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My friend and I tossed around theories. Maybe campers had dragged them into that shape, or some weird storm had left them like that.
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none of our guesses felt convincing and something about the arrangement set my nerves on edge we'd just leaned against fallen logs to rest when a tremendous crash shattered the stillness branches rattled needles spiraled down and i felt a jolt of alarm my head snapped toward the noise eyes searching for the source deep in the undergrowth i spotted movement
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in the gloom of overlapping branches a form about six feet tall darted through the brush it had dark brown hair patches of lighter fur around its midsection then darker again along its legs my mind immediately tried to twist it into something familiar but the temperature alone made it impossible that anyone would be trekking around in a heavy outfit I called out, my voice tight. Hello?
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Anybody there? My friend was already on his feet, pushing aside low-hanging branches to get a better look. No response. It was eerie how fast everything returned to total silence. We inched forward, scanning the area for footprints or broken limbs. The only clue we found was a wide depression in the thick layer of needles, a single mark, deeper and larger than the shape of my size 11 sandals.
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We strained our ears, hoping for a second crash or at least the sound of something stomping away. Nothing. The forest around us seemed emptied of life. With the hairs on my arms prickling, I tried to rationalize it. Maybe a stray hiker in an odd costume, or a shadow playing tricks on me. But my gut told me we'd crossed paths with something else.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
Despite the unease creeping through my body, we decided to keep moving. The trail ahead felt safer than lingering in that strange, silent pocket.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
i remember glancing back every few steps half expecting that hairy figure to appear again it never did but from that moment on the simple day hike i'd planned turned into a slow walk with my senses on high alert always waiting for another crash in the undergrowth Over the next few days, I found it almost impossible to focus on everyday life.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
My mind kept drifting back to that strange figure slipping through the furs, the odd print in the needles, and the question of what, or who, was lurking out there. Every time I tried to dismiss it, I'd remember how intense that moment felt and get that uneasy twist in my stomach all over again. It wasn't something I could write off as a trick of the light or a fleeting shadow.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
Finally, my friend and I agreed we had to head back. I wasn't about to do it alone, so we brought along two more people who were up for the challenge. They were both skeptics at first, rolling their eyes when we mentioned fur and footprints. But once we described how massive that impression was, and how quickly the figure had vanished, they got quiet.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
We stocked up on extra supplies, strong flashlights, fully charged phones for video, and a firm resolution that this time, we'd be prepared for whatever we might find. We started early in the morning, hoping to reach the tree formation before the midday sun turned the trail into an oven. The four of us hiked in a line, maneuvering through dense brush like it was some uncharted terrain.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
And just like that, it disappeared into the darkness. He kept driving, not sure if his brain was playing tricks. But he kept replaying that horrifying image of the white mask-like face burned into his memory. A few weeks later he was on the same stretch of asphalt, this time with a friend in the passenger seat.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
Conversation was minimal. We'd crack small jokes here and there, but there was this underlying nervous energy, like we all suspected something was off and didn't want to jinx it by talking too much. Eventually, we reached the spot where we'd rested on the previous trip, the clearing with the bizarre teepee configuration.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
It looked different somehow, like the branches had shifted or more had been added. I couldn't help but wonder if something had returned to rearrange them. They were large, twisted limbs, not something you'd expect to be thrown together on a whim. The silence around us felt thick, like the atmosphere itself was warning us that this place wasn't ours to linger in.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
One of our new companions, Sarah, noticed a cluster of cracked branches piled in a weird pattern on the ground. It looked intentional, almost like the start of another structure. A few steps away, I saw old bark stripped off a trunk in a way that didn't look natural.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
We started taking photos and poking around, trying to see if there were any signs of footprints in the dirt or new scuffs on the bark. That's when we caught the faint sound of movement from up the slope, a shuffle or a shift in the leaves, low and heavy. We froze as a group, exchanging glances that held the same anxious thought. We weren't alone.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
We aimed our flashlights toward the dense undergrowth, their beams cutting through shadows. Nothing. Not even a startled bird fluttering away. Still, none of us relaxed. We found ourselves whispering like we were worried that raising our voices might provoke something.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
With that uneasy weight hanging over us, we headed into a small ravine, the same direction I was pretty sure our mystery creature had darted before. My pulse throbbed as the shadows deepened. The place reeked of damp soil and old foliage, a scent that somehow felt claustrophobic. It wasn't long before the daylight started fading.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
The canyon walls blocked out a lot of the afternoon sun, and I realized we'd spent more time in that area than we'd planned. The thought of getting caught in near-dark conditions while searching for a massive unknown creature sent a bolt of anxiety through me.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
by the time they were on the road again the sky was dark and the roads were almost deserted he paused to stare into the flames recalling every detail it was late and his companion had fallen asleep in the passenger seat my friend had one goal get them both home as fast as possible He even admitted to pushing the speed limit.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
another half hour of picking our way through thick vegetation and we collectively decided we'd tested our luck enough we turned around to head back taking measured steps all of us glancing over our shoulders every few seconds the undergrowth seemed thicker now or maybe it was just our nerves Every snapped twig felt like an alarm, each rustle a potential threat waiting just beyond our sight.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
But despite the near-constant tension, we never saw a distinct shape or heard anything more than a stray crack of wood. When we finally reached the clearer part of the trail, the sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched across the ground. We hurried out, not exactly running, but not taking a leisurely pace either.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
by the time we got to the trailhead parking area nobody was in the mood to talk about what we'd seen or hadn't seen we just stood by our cars exchanging uneasy glances like we'd all silently agreed there was definitely something out there and we weren't sure how close we'd come to it this time
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
They were probably talking about random stuff to stay awake when they noticed something crouched in a tree up ahead. At first it looked like a lump or a bunch of leaves, until it moved. The second they got close, the figure clambered down the tree with inhuman speed. The friend started yelling, convinced they had just seen something completely unnatural.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
Driving home, I kept reliving the moments we'd spent next to that tangle of broken branches, the silence pressing down on us, and that single distant noise that carried just enough heft to remind us we were intruders. Even if we hadn't caught more than a glimpse, it felt like a step further into a mystery that might be bigger than anything we were prepared for.
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Best Scary Stories of March 2025 | SKINWALKER, Deep Woods, Camping, Forest, CRYPTID
And yet, a part of me knew we'd be back. Because once you sense something that strange, it's impossible to just walk away and forget. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were dancing around the edge of something huge. After we got home from that second hike, the tension in my chest wouldn't let up.
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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To Catch a Thief: China’s Rise to Cyber Supremacy
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