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Chapter 1: What was the narrator's terrifying hunting experience?
We loaded up on Friday morning and made the drive out to the cabin. It is extremely isolated. The closest house is roughly 10 miles away. The cabin sits in a clearing and is surrounded by fairly dense forest on all sides.
We arrived around noon, brought everything inside, gassed up the electric generator, hooked it up, and then decided it would be a good time to figure out where we wanted to set up our deer blind and the stand we had brought along. I decided to go find a good spot for the blind, and my dad went to set up the stand in a different area of the woods.
I followed a small game trail for quite a while and eventually found a good spot. I spent some time setting up the blind and securing it so it would be ready to go first thing in the morning. As I was finishing up, I became very aware that something was watching me from the tree line about 25 yards away. At first, it was just that uneasy feeling.
Hairs on the back of my neck standing up, catching glimpses of movement. I saw something peek out from behind a tree and then duck back. Then I heard a loud crashing sound as it ran off in the opposite direction. It freaked me out at first, but since I didn't get a good look, I eventually convinced myself it was a deer or some other wild animal.
I returned to the cabin and told my dad what had happened, and we both laughed about it. We made some dinner, bull-crapped a little, and settled down to sleep at about 9 p.m. Around 1.30 a.m., we both awoke to a loud crashing sound, like someone had thrown a large rock onto the roof.
We got up, listened for a few minutes, and heard nothing but the eerie stillness of the night, occasionally interrupted by the howl of the wind outside.
after a few minutes we armed ourselves and my dad grabbed a spotlight we walked outside and shined it around but saw nothing we eventually shrugged it off as a tree branch or something similar and went back to sleep we got up around five a m i went to the deer blind and my dad went to the stand he had set up I stayed until around 8 a.m. without any incident.
That evening, I decided I would go to the deer stand and my father wanted to try the blind. We explained to each other where we had set up and headed off. My dad had placed the stand on the edge of a small field next to a stream, about a 20-minute walk away. I opted to leave the four-wheeler so I wouldn't scare any potential game in the area.
I eventually found the stand, climbed up, and settled in. I had been sitting for a while and hadn't seen anything other than a few rabbits and a lot of squirrels. The sun was starting to set and I was about ready to head back to the cabin before dark. The sun was low enough that the woods were semi-dark and eerie, creating odd silhouettes at the edge of the shadows.
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Chapter 2: What did the narrator encounter in the woods?
As I was contemplating climbing down, I heard a rustle coming from the brush to my right. I looked over, hoping for a big buck, but immediately froze in fear. No more than 25 feet away stood a huge, upright creature, covered in reddish-brown hair, staring right at me. Its face looked so human, but it was definitely not human. It gave off an odor like old coffee grounds or garbage.
It was roughly 7 feet tall or more, huge and massive. i can't emphasize enough how large this thing was it could have ripped me to shreds without breaking a sweat the deer stand was about nine feet up and it could have walked right over and yanked me out of it i was terrified it turned and walked off into some thick brush and i lost sight of it
I took my chance, hopped out of the stand and hurried back toward the cabin. I was completely freaked out and scared to death. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my head. I started to calm down a bit, thinking it had gone off in another direction when I heard a limb break not too far behind me, off the path in the brush at the edge of the shadows. Then I heard more rustling.
It was following me. I started to run, and I could hear it keeping pace with me, just out of sight in the darkness of the woods. I was really regretting not bringing the four-wheeler. I heard it getting closer and panicked. I made a decision I immediately regretted. I turned and fired a shot in the direction of the noise, hoping to scare it off.
It started screaming, loudly, unlike anything I had ever heard. It made my heart skip ten beats. I just turned and sprinted as fast as I could. It kept screaming, sounding like it was knocking down trees as it came after me. I heard it come out, cross the trail, and then go into the woods on the other side, still gaining on me, screaming and wailing horribly the whole time.
I never looked back, but it sounded so close I was sure it could grab me at any moment. Then I heard the sound of the four-wheeler. I kept running while this thing was behind me, screaming and wailing the most awful noise, bashing through the woods. I was still in a full sprint, and I could hear the four-wheeler in top gear heading my way.
Just as I was certain this thing would catch me, my dad appeared on the four-wheeler, looking just as freaked out as I was. I jumped on, and he hauled back to the cabin. The entire time, I could still hear it screaming behind us. I didn't look back. By the time we reached the cabin, the screaming had stopped.
We quickly gathered our things, decided to leave the stand and blind, and got out of there. On the way home, my dad told me that as he was approaching on the trail, he saw the creature maybe twenty paces behind me, chasing me. When it saw him on the four-wheeler, it ducked into the tree line. I believe if my dad hadn't shown up, I wouldn't be here typing this story.
We talked about it a little on the drive home, and then we never spoke of it again. This is the first time since then that I've spoken of it to anyone. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. I can still hear it wailing and screaming, and it sends shivers down my spine. I haven't been in the woods much at all since then and have never once gone back to that cabin.
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Chapter 3: How did the narrator escape the creature?
Fishing and wandering through the undergrowth became my version of hanging out with friends. Maybe that sounds lonely, but it shaped who I am. It also set the stage for the night I nearly questioned my own sanity. It started out like any other coon hunt. We had these young hounds, not exactly champion-level trackers.
We'd usually tromp out under the stars with high hopes of hearing them open on a raccoon trail. I still remember stepping into the night air, the crunch of leaves under my boots, and the muffled bark one of the pups gave as we walked down an overgrown path. I was already picturing a successful catch and a good story to tell at the next family gathering.
After I turned the dogs loose, though, the woods went still. Not the normal kind of quiet you get in nature. No wind rustling the branches, no distant call from an owl. Even the usual nighttime insects felt like they were holding back. I whistled for the dogs, expecting at least one of them to let me know where they ran off to. Nothing. Their silence was unnerving.
part of me wondered if they had chased a deer too far away but i convinced myself it was just a slow start to the night i decided to cut across a cow field to see if i could spot them the field offered a clear view of the ridge line above which was normally black against the moonlit sky But as soon as I stepped into that open space, a strange redness caught my eye.
It stretched across the ridge in a wide band, like someone had hung a massive red curtain over the treetops. There were no flickers of flame, no smoke in the air, just a steady glowing light that seemed impossibly bright for this neck of the woods. My pulse pounded. I kept trying to come up with a logical reason, maybe a group of off-road trucks with brake lights on, or some heavy machinery.
But this was miles from a main road, and no engine sounds broke the silence. I crouched low and switched the birdshot shell and my shotgun for a slug, just in case. My hands were trembling, and it felt like the emptiness around me was closing in. I glanced back toward the tree line, torn between sneaking closer to see what was happening or turning tail and heading home.
In the end, I chose caution. I backed away, doing my best to move quietly, each step crunching grass and snapping twigs far louder than I liked. I worried something or someone might spot me if I turned on my flashlight. so I navigated using the faint moonlight. By the time I made it to the old dirt road that led home, I was breathing hard, clutching my shotgun so tight my knuckles hurt.
The dogs were already at the house, sitting next to their kennels like nothing had happened. But my parents weren't thrilled I'd cut the hunt short, said I should have gone after the hounds instead of giving up. That night, sleep felt impossible.
the image of that red glow kept searing through my thoughts and i was stuck wondering what on earth could produce a light so strange and powerful without any sign of a normal fire i tried explaining it hoping my parents might offer some reassurance All I got were stern looks about my so-called wild imagination.
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Chapter 4: What mysterious red glow did the narrator see?
Without any answers, I just keep trudging up and down those ridges wondering if I'll ever stumble upon the truth, or if the truth might one day find me. I've been roaming these farm roads for as long as I can remember. Growing up out here meant not much else to do besides hunting squirrels, fishing in creek beds, and helping neighbors when they needed extra muscle. It was a decent trade-off.
They'd let me tread their land in search of game, and I'd fix a fence or corral a stray cow whenever asked. It was a routine that suited me just fine, until I learned about that old house tucked deep in a forgotten valley.
from the outside it was unlike any run-down shack i'd seen before despite the rusted tin roof the place still seemed solid two stories of finely crafted wood with every window intact you could tell it must have cost a fortune back when it was built
out back stood a half-collapsed building that everyone whispered about they called it the slave shack and nobody wanted to talk about its history even the farmer who owned the land clammed up if you pressed him on it he had one big rule for me I could hunt the surrounding woods all I wanted, but I was never to set foot inside that house.
He told me he stored equipment there and worried I'd hurt myself on rotting boards or rusted nails. On the surface, it made sense. I respected him enough to keep my distance most days. But something about that silent structure made it impossible to ignore. Once or twice, I slipped inside just for a peek, quick and quiet, mostly to confirm the floors were still rock solid.
The farmer never found out, and I never told a soul. Nights out there brought the strangest sights. My stepdad and I used to hunt raccoons in the fields near the house. We'd switch off our flashlights to preserve our night vision, crouching in the tall grass and waiting.
sometimes we'd notice a faint glow drifting across the upstairs windows it looked exactly like a single candle moving from room to room too steady to be moonlight reflecting off glass that valley was nowhere near any roads and we were the only ones around with flashlights which we kept off it made no sense my stepdad would side-eye me as if to say don't ask and i'd just stare at those windows too anxious to blink
my biggest turning-point came on a day that started out mild i was out searching for red fox squirrels under the big oaks near the house the sky seemed clear barely any breeze then without warning the wind kicked up and the temperature plummeted
i'm not talking about a mild chill you know the kind that digs right under your skin my thin jacket wasn't cutting it every gust felt like it was slicing right through me and i realized i was a couple miles from home with zero shelter in sight I had no choice but to use the one place off-limits. Stepping onto the porch, I hesitated.
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Chapter 5: What secrets does the old house in the valley hold?
My eyes drifted to a door at the end of the hallway, leading to who knows where. A swirl of dust flashed in the light as I moved, and my heart thudded in my chest. I had never been this deep inside, not with the intention of wandering. I stood there, telling myself I just needed to warm up and go.
But after a moment, curiosity started to claw at me, hinting that maybe I should explore just a little more. The house was silent, waiting.
still a small voice in my head insisted that some boundaries aren't meant to be crossed i tried to push that aside thinking what could possibly be hiding in a place like this outside the wind pounded against the old walls inside i felt a heaviness i couldn't name my fingers hovered over the door handle at the end of the hall
uncertain whether i'd open it or keep my promise the glow i'd seen at night flickered through my thoughts i couldn't explain what was more unsettling the notion i was alone in that house or the idea that maybe i wasn't i rested my hand on the knob feeling the cold metal under my skin
For a second, I almost imagined I heard movement somewhere beyond that door, just a soft shuffle, like someone shifting their weight. It could have been the building settling, or maybe the wind found a gap in the boards. I didn't know what to believe. All I did know was that I was on the edge of something I might regret.
And that moment, that fleeting second of indecision, was all it took for me to realize there was no turning back. I stood in that dim hallway, lingering by a battered door whose edges were chipped from years of neglect. The old house had been dead silent moments ago, but now it seemed to breathe in unison with me.
That door in front of me was slightly ajar, as though inviting me to cross a final boundary. In the hush, the wind outside sounded remote, like a distant chorus. My mind was torn between heading back into the cold, or surrendering to the pull of something sinister. I nudged the door open and peered down a flight of creaking stairs.
They led into an inky darkness that made every instinct of mine scream to turn away. The only reason I kept going was because that tiny voice of pride in my head refused to admit I was afraid. With a trembling flashlight in hand and my shotgun balanced on my shoulder, I inched down step by step. Each board groaned under my boots, and the stale air hit my nose, a mix of damp earth and rot.
A warning that whatever lurked below wasn't meant for casual eyes. Halfway down, the warm sensation I'd felt upstairs vanished. It was like entering a different world, one that felt…charged. It was difficult to pinpoint if the source was just my nerves or something deeper. The flashlight flickered, casting shaky beams along the walls.
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Chapter 6: What was the significance of the chains in the basement?
still there was a lingering tension in the group maybe it was just me overthinking but even danny seemed more on edge than usual over the next few days we hiked deeper into the landscape we followed game trails through brush clambered over fallen logs and paused whenever we heard branches snapping in the distance Every so often, we'd find fresh tracks or droppings, but the animals stayed elusive.
One evening we even joked that the wildlife knew we were outsiders and decided to keep their distance. On the fourth day, though, things took a strange turn. While trudging along a narrow path, I noticed footprints in the mud that didn't match any of ours. Too small. Maybe a different tread. A few yards away, we found a discarded food wrapper, partially buried in dirt.
It could have been anyone's trash, but the band members exchanged uneasy glances. They insisted no one else was registered to be out here. It left me with an unsettled feeling, like we weren't entirely alone. I tried to shrug it off, focusing on the hunt, but it stayed in the back of my mind. When we returned to base camp that evening, the others reported similar findings. Footprints.
Bits of random debris. Even a faint trail of footprints heading north. We decided to remain vigilant. No one said it out loud, but we all knew something was off. The land was massive, sure, but folks around here didn't just wander in without telling the band. It felt like we were tiptoeing on someone else's turf, and that unnamed someone didn't want to be found.
By the end of that day, the mood around our fire was noticeably tense. We tried to keep spirits up with stories and a hearty meal, but the conversation kept drifting toward the possibility that strangers were lurking out there. Part of me wanted to laugh it off, call it paranoia. Another part couldn't ignore the quiet in the air that felt loaded with secrets.
I told myself we'd have a fresh start come morning, that maybe we'd figure it out or forget about it once we bagged some game. But deep down, I sensed that the real story was just getting started, and we were heading straight into it. It happened the morning we pushed further than usual.
Our group was heading toward a new patch of land rumored to have plenty of game, but I had a strange apprehension that kept creeping in. The band members seemed just as wary. They kept trading anxious looks, and I could tell they wanted us all to stick closer together.
we navigated dense brush for hours twigs snapped underfoot and the forest around us felt damp and heavy occasionally we spotted odd footprints leading off the trail smaller than what we'd expect from a hunter wearing standard boots no one said much about them but we all silently acknowledged this was unusual Eventually, Danny, who was leading, motioned for us to slow down.
Through the thick undergrowth, we spotted a clearing. It wasn't big, but I caught glimpses of something that looked like tents. We carefully crept forward, expecting to bump into another hunting party. Instead, we entered a bizarre makeshift campsite.
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Chapter 7: Why is the hunting trip in northern BC so special?
i drove home in a daze dogs curled up in the back seat both panting hard usually the warmth of a truck ride calms them right down that day even safe behind locked doors they kept their ears perked and eyes fixed on the passing trees I had the same thought burning a hole in my mind.
If something could silence an entire forest, infect its fish, and terrify two seasoned hunting hounds, how was I ever supposed to face it, or warn people before it got worse? I may have left that place behind for the moment, but I knew I hadn't truly escaped it at all.