Just Creepy: Scary Stories
5 Skinwalker ENCOUNTERS That Will Give You CHILLS Tonight!
Fri, 15 Nov 2024
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Chapter 1: What is a Skinwalker?
They're making it up, or they're mistaken, or they're crazy, or something like that. You just can't believe it until something happens. Something that brings it all together, connects the dots in a way you didn't think of before. Maybe it happens to you. Maybe you hear it. Or maybe you hear the same story again and again happening to different people.
Chapter 2: What terrifying encounter did the narrator have with a Skinwalker?
It doesn't take long for the world to become a lot bigger than you thought it was. As I said, this is a story my father told me, but I never believed it, even though he swore up and down it was true. It wasn't until I started clicking around the internet that I started to believe. I started to hear other stories just like the one my father told me. It didn't take me long to believe in the rake.
Chapter 3: How did the narrator's father react during the encounter?
That's not what my father called it, of course. He's never used the internet in his life. He wouldn't know what the consensus has taken to naming it. When he chose to call it something other than it, or that thing, he called it a skinwalker, after an old Cherokee tale his grandfather told him. But I'll tell you the story the way he told it to me. We were out hunting one night.
Chapter 4: What sounds did they hear in the woods?
He had told me we were hunting coyotes. We'd kill them for 50 bucks a skin. They lived near a dairy farm in Ohio, and they'd kill calves sometimes. We did it every night because we needed the money. Sometimes, while we were out, we'd come across a deer and kill it. Our landlord didn't mind, and it could feed our family for a few nights and save us some money.
Chapter 5: What happened when they confronted the creature?
Anyway, we were done making our rounds and began heading home, walking because we didn't have a car or a four-wheeler back then. We'd cut through the woods, That's when we came upon it. Blood everywhere. Splattered on the trees. The grass. In the creek. Everywhere. At first, we figured it was a pack of coyotes. We'd seen it sometimes. They can't scavenge and start hunting a deer or cattle.
Chapter 6: How did the encounter change the narrator's life?
The worst was when they bred with feral dogs. But this wasn't like that. See, when a pack of dogs, wolves, or coyotes attack something, they do it right. They pick off the one that's weak, sick, old, or just small. They hunt it, draw it into a corner, someplace it can't get out of, and they'll run it right into the biggest one, the alpha. And that deer will never see the alpha.
Chapter 7: What was the aftermath of the encounter with the Skinwalker?
It might hear it, but it won't see it. It'll just notice that its throat's gone, and then it'll drop dead. It's quick and clean. That wasn't what happened here. Something had run up on a den of deer. Coyotes won't attack a den. Wolves neither, because they'd get too much of a fight. There were three, I think three bodies, just torn apart. You'd see a head there, a leg there, a torso here.
Chapter 8: Are there other Skinwalker stories shared in this episode?
Predators don't do that.
they don't leave behind scraps what had done this hadn't done it for food it had done it for fun but we didn't know that we saw a bunch of carcasses and we thought it was something we had to take care of i remember my dad telling me to go home he thought it was a pack of feral dogs but i wasn't leaving him and i damn sure wasn't walking through two miles of woods alone with nothing but a twenty-two and a pocket knife
I was 13 at the time, so a .22 rifle was the only gun I could reliably use. Dad had a shotgun, and I wasn't going anywhere without it. It took me a while to convince him, but finally, we began tracking whatever did that. It wasn't hard either. We just followed the blood. Either that thing bled before it got away, or it dragged one for a mile. I don't know.
I know I'd never seen my dad scared before that night. We started hearing noises. I've been in a lot of woods in my life, I've been all over the world, and I haven't ever heard noises like I heard that night. I heard things screaming. I heard deer, a fox, rabbits, a raccoon, and birds, just scared. Keep in mind this was maybe midnight or 1am.
Except for the fox and some birds, nothing was supposed to be awake. But they weren't just awake, they were moving. I saw flocks of birds just trying to get out of there. We came upon a pack of coyotes and nearly shot a couple of them, thinking it was what we were looking for. But then we saw they were running towards us, then right past us. They didn't even notice us. Then some deer did the same.
Then some rabbits, squirrels, foxes, and even a couple of wild hogs. These things were supposed to be eating each other, and the only thing they cared about was getting out of there. We should have put it together, that maybe whatever we were tracking wasn't something we were supposed to see, and wasn't something we could kill. I don't know why we didn't just go home. I guess we were curious.
I think that was my dad's nature, to go toward trouble, to fight. And knowing what I knew about what my father did during the war, my nature was to stay close to him. We finally got into an open valley. It was normally a soy field, but it wasn't in season, so it was just flat dirt. We saw the tracks.
A lot of the animals fleeing the forest had paved over the land, but where that deer blood was, nothing had taken a single step, like they were leaving it for us to find. The tracks were shallow. Whatever it was couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. But that didn't mean much. A bobcat weighing 40 pounds nearly tore out my dad's throat once. All that means is it's quick and hard to hit.
So we followed the tracks, and it didn't take us long to find where it was. there was this old schoolhouse that sat on the top of the hill half of it had been ripped out by a tornado but nobody lived there not for a long time we caught homeless people in there sometimes or even druggies looking for a safe place to shoot up we figured maybe that was it Maybe it was some sick kid riding a high.
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