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Chapter 1: What happened during the narrator's trip to Lake Tahoe?
Day 1. I settled into the cabin at around 5pm. 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. 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.
Chapter 2: What strange occurrences happened in the cabin?
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.
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.
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.
I half agreed and we went on with our day as planned. Day three, 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.
Chapter 3: What terrifying experience did the narrator have at the river?
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.
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.
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.
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 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. 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. Yes, the same bushes I'd been worrying about earlier.
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Chapter 4: What did the narrator discover about the presence they felt?
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. 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. 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.
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.
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.
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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Chapter 5: What unusual events occurred on the last night of the trip?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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Chapter 6: What signs indicated the narrator might be followed by a skinwalker?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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Chapter 7: What was the encounter with the mysterious man in the woods?
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 in the forest. Looking Marv dead in the eye, the man spoke clearly. Help me.
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.
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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Chapter 8: What happened after the encounter with the strange entity?
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.
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.
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 bow act like this he pulled at the leash digging his paws into the dirt like he wanted to drag me straight into the wheat knock it off bow 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 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. And then it was something else entirely. A growl, deep and guttural, vibrating through my chest. Bo lunged at the wheat, his leash cutting into my hand. Bo, 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.
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
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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