Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Scary Stories For Sleep | Skinwalker, Park Ranger, National Forest, Deep Woods, Camping
Sun, 17 Nov 2024
*This is a bonus episode that I did in 2020. I am slowly moving over content from my YouTube channel to podcast form.* These are the Best Scary Stories of June 2020 | Skinwalker, Park Ranger, National Forest, Deep Woods, Camping. Linktree: https://linktr.ee/its_just_creepy Story Credits: ►Sent in to https://www.justcreepy.net/ Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #scarystories #horrorstories #compilation #skinwalker #deepwoods #nationalpark 💀As always, thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What is the horrifying experience that unfolded in the woods?
Imagine your worst nightmare coming true. Scary, right? Well, for some people, it's a lot more terrifying. I live in a small town in the north. It's your cliche, everyone knows everyone. John's barbecue and grill is being held after church service on Sunday. Kids playing hopscotch with the other three kids their age. And of course...
Almost everyone is living the American dream, white picket fences surrounding a two-story home with their kids and dog. I say almost everyone, because some of us aren't so lucky. Yeah, sure, you could say I had a rough childhood. It wasn't the worst, though. I still had a roof over my head and food to eat and some friends. Well, behind my house, there are about 10 acres of land.
Great for hunting, bad for getting lost. My parents, the kind souls they are, would let people hunt behind their house for free if they'd like to. Many people did. Of course, since it was free, the word went around town pretty quickly, and more and more people asked us to hunt. As more people asked, we obtained a reputation.
Teens would say it's haunted, but the parents would make them hush up and be friendly. Of course, they were friendly. A town that is so worried about their own reputation, they get obsessed over every conversation. After working so hard, they wouldn't let their children soil it.
The first Saturday night I returned home for winter break was easily the most horrifying experience I had ever witnessed. During my freshman year of college, I finally caught a break. A winter night, colder than an icebox. Well, that's expected. It's winter in the north. I was pretty bored and decided to call my friends to hang out. I called Sammy, Charles, and Alex. That was a mistake.
Sammy, Charles, and Alex were all bored and thought, why not? They came over to my house and after watching a few movies in the living room, we all were bored. We tried playing Monopoly, but Charles cheated and ruined the fun. Sammy jumped up like a kangaroo and asked, ''Do you want to go back into the forest back there? Explore a little?'' ''No way. First of all, it's way too cold out there.
Secondly, we could get lost super easily. It's snowing, so we would probably lose our tracks and never find our way out.'' "'And what if there's ghosts? "'You know the reputation it has,' Alex exclaimed. "'Relax, Alex. "'We don't know if there's any ghosts there or not. "'Besides, we can just take some string or something "'so we don't get lost,' Charles replied. "'Well, it'll be fun, right?
"'Just a few minutes in there, we'll be fine. "'We won't get lost. "'I tried to convince myself it would be fun.' although I had always hated my backyard. I'm not a kid anymore. I can face my fears. Plus, the rumors were just immature teenagers trying to scare each other, right? "'Danny, are you serious right now? "'You hate that forest,' Alex replied. "'I know, I'm not a kid anymore.
"'I can handle it. "'Plus, those rumors must have been just rumors "'to scare each other.'" The last time I went into that forest was two years ago. I didn't see anything noteworthy, I said. Okay, fine, I'll go. But if we see anything, I'm the first one out of there. Got it? Alex said. Great, yep, got it, Charles replied. Okay, I said. I may be scared, but I'm not going alone. It'll be fine.
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Chapter 2: What did the group encounter while exploring the forest?
Is that a man in a cloak and a top hat? No. The weather got to my brain. I'm seeing things now. I arrived at the sliding glass back door. Hurry, I yelled to Sammy and Alex. Once they entered, I slammed it shut, locked it, and closed the curtains. I ran to turn on the heater and put the teapot on to boil. We were all in hysterics. That thing must have been a malnourished coyote.
Nobody wants to talk about it. Yet, I guess that's understandable. I don't want to interrupt the silence. Everyone just needs to gather their thoughts and calm down. Well, don't just stand around here. What was that? Sammy cried. I don't know. Obviously, it was something like a ghost, Alex replied. I'm going home. Sorry, Danny. I can't stay here, Charles said. "'Yeah, I'm going too.
Good night, Danny. Stay safe,' Sammy declared. "'Wait, please don't leave me here alone. They can't just leave me here alone with that thing, can they?' "'I'm going with Sammy. I'm sorry. Bye,' Alex said, sounding panicked. "'So they're just going to leave me, just like that. How could they?' Fine, I'll just stay here. It can't get me inside here.
With the sounds of the door closing, the teapot whistles, sounding like a baby bird screeching for food, I poured myself a cup of water and put in tea and honey. I walk upstairs, sit on my bed, recounting what had just occurred. As I lay there, it feels more and more lonesome.
I decide to visit my parents' old bedroom, expecting the dark hardwood floors with matching furniture, a paper-white bedspread with floral laces on the edges, pictures framing the walls with photographs of all the places they have traveled to. Man, I miss them. I miss their sweet vanilla scent. It's only been seven months since their passing. but I still think about them every day.
When I'm about to open the door, it hits me. This intense feeling of dread is clogging my senses. As I look up, I see it. Crouching on the bedspread is that thing, the thing that we saw in the forest, its eyes still that soul-stealing yellow. My head feels like it's about to explode. I feel nauseous, but I can't move. Why can't I move? Someone, please help me. I need to get out of here.
I try to lift my leg, but nothing comes of it. After what seems like an hour, I can finally move. I bolt to the bathroom, almost tripping my way there. It's here too. This time, it's standing. A hungry look on its face while it reaches out its hand. Those fingers. I can still envision those long, skinny fingers. Attached to them were nails that were sharp as an ice pick.
Its skin looked as if it was melting off. I could see the bones under its melting skin. Under the pale white skin, it was red. I ran to my room. Luckily, it's not in there. I hid in my closet. That's where I am now, writing this. I can hear it prowling around, looking for me. I know it will eventually find me.
This series of supernatural events I'm going to recollect to you has been kept extremely confidential and non-disclosed for a good 15 years. I was involved with this particular case back when I was a rookie, only being an officer for about a year and a half. All areas and people I will refer to in this story have had their names changed to protect their identity as well as my job.
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Chapter 3: How did the park ranger's investigation reveal dark secrets?
He seemed mentally unstable and unfit to be maintaining this campground and was often whistling with a raspy, uneven tone, which got annoying when we were trying to enjoy the sounds of nature. Also, one weird thing that was during one of the middle of the nights, we heard something that sounded like hammering coming from outside our tent.
My husband went to investigate and we found the camp host chopping firewood next to a roaring fire. And it was about three o'clock in the morning. That was the last time we saw him, and there were many other strange things that went on around the camp host's campsite. Officer Daniel, did he seem intoxicated at all during any of this? Maybe he was unstable.
The father, we tried to avoid him the best we could, so we aren't exactly sure if he was drunk or anything like that. Officer Daniel, is there anything else that you saw that we should be aware of? The teenage son. I don't know if this pertains to this case, but I went hiking with my younger sister up the side of the mountain over there, and while we were hiking, we found something.
Officer Daniel, what did you find? The teenage son. Well, you see, I'm not exactly sure what it was, but someone had definitely been doing something up there. Officer Daniel, describe it, please. The teenage son. We found a patch of trees that had bones strung up in their branches as if someone had tied it to them.
In the middle of the patch of trees were rocks that were placed in a strange circular-type thing, and in there was a straight stick that held what looked to be some animal's skull. Around the circle posted on the trees were pictures of people
I'm going to stop at this point in the interview, because he had many questions that were not essential to know, but what the teenage son had hiked in on was what we investigated next. By the time we were interviewing these people, search and rescue had gone out into the forest, but never found him.
They did find some random cigarette butts mixed in the dirt, which tied back to him buying a pack of them a day from the lodge. so they thought they were close to finding him. However, they still couldn't trace exactly where he went. While search and rescue were doing this, my partner and I were in charge of investigating the place that the teenager had described to us.
When we finally found it, based on the description of how to get there from the boy... We took pictures of the area. It was a strange place and the random pictures of people posted on the trees, all angled to where any of them could be seen if you stood in the middle of the rocks.
I examined the photos, trying to see if I could recognize any of the people when Daniel said, isn't that the girl that went missing in the woods last summer? Walking over, I examined the picture and it matched the photo of which our police department put in the newspaper. wondering if anyone had seen her around. Yeah, that's the girl, but why would someone put her picture here?
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Chapter 4: What mysterious discoveries were made in the old growth forest?
Let's follow him, Daniel screamed as he ran after the man. I followed closely behind with my weapon drawn, wondering what was wrong with the man. Briefly, we could see him jumping from tree to tree, and we continued after him slowly, going deeper into the woods. "'Where did he go?' I said while breathing in gulps of air. "'I don't know. You hear that?' Daniel asked as he glanced about.
Listening closely, I could hear the faint sound of someone whistling. "'He's got to be close by,' Daniel stated firmly while tightening his grip on his weapon." Closely listening to the raspy, uneven whistling, I said, "'It's getting louder. That must mean he's—' Out of nowhere, the man pounced from one of the trees on top of me.
He was trying to bite me, but I held him back the best I could, but his strength seemed inhuman." Daniel quickly shot the side of him, which caused him to dart off into the woods, and he was hunched over, grabbing his wound, just running as if nothing happened. You okay? Daniel quickly asked as he helped me to my feet and said, hurry, we can't lose him.
I agreed and we followed his bare footprints in the dirt that led to an open field covered in dry yellow grass. In the middle of the pasture, we noticed a dark spot. Shining our lights at it, it was the back of the man. Slowly but swiftly, we made our way over to him. But when we got there, we saw that he was shaking and I asked sternly, "'Sir, please restrain yourself.
We aren't trying to hurt you.' The man's eyes darted at me, and he muttered, "'Run. That thing left me to rot and is in search for a new host. Get out of here while you still can.' "'We need to get you out of here. We're not leaving. Now please explain why you tried to attack us,' Daniel asked sternly, not knowing everything that I knew about this man's dark past at this point."
The man's eyes, who were staring me down slowly, started to move and stare at something just past me. Not looking behind me, I grabbed Daniel's arm and quickly yanked him towards where we came from. He restrained and pulled his arm from my grasp, saying, "'What are you doing? We can't just leave him here.'"
Not knowing what to do, I looked back at Daniel and saw a dark figure standing about five feet behind him. "'There's something right behind you,' I screamed, trying to pull my weapon that seemed stuck in its holster. Daniel then said, turning around, "'What do you mean there's something?' As he looked behind him, the figure stayed still."
Daniel drew his weapon and looked back at me, and I could sense fear in his eyes. The man on the ground began muttering nonsense words, which seemed to anger this thing, which suddenly disappeared. That's when the man on the ground started to kick his feet and scream. Daniel looked at me and somehow read each other's mind as we both darted back to the vehicle, leaving the man there.
As we ran, we heard the screaming stop, but not waiting for anything, we jumped into the car and drove back into town. We got on the radio and reported back to the station on everything that went down, and they seemed in disbelief. As we got back into the station, there were people I had never seen there before, dressed in dark suits, that interviewed us on what exactly happened.
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Chapter 5: What strange occurrences happened during the camping trip?
"'I spent the morning in my office packing my things "'and loading them into the tiny white Ford Ranger, "'lovingly nicknamed Piper, "'that the company had provided to me "'when I started working for them. "'She was a rugged little thing, "'having carried me through the mountains "'for almost a decade without protest.' Of course, she wasn't without her quirks.
Crank-operated windows, a rattling tailgate, and an AC that hadn't functioned since 2011. But I love that tiny little truck. Piper and I set out around noon, making good time on the four-hour drive through the rugged depths of West Virginia. We arrived at the old trailhead that would deliver me to my tract late into the afternoon.
As I strapped my heavy backpack on and locked Piper up for her stay at the edge of the woods, I breathed deeply, taking in the heavy scent of the forest earth and the sound of the wind and birdsong through the treetops. Giving my truck a pat on the hood, I turned and made my way off the country road and onto the narrow dirt track that wound into the woods.
The hike to the old-growth stand of trees took about an hour of brisk trekking, the path becoming more and more overgrown as I progressed. It was obvious this trail hadn't been consistently used for years, probably decades. Nearly to my destination, I happened to cross what should have been the first sign that something was not right. An ancient sycamore tree stood in the center of the path.
Had it been any other species, I would have sidestepped and kept plugging ahead. But sycamores had always been my favorite trees, so I looked upwards to admire the old beauty. About 12 feet off the ground, twisted and woven through the tangle of white barked branches, was a decomposing skeleton of a deer.
Scraps of fur and mummified tendons the only things holding it together as it dangled from the tree. I gasped and stepped back from the initial shock, the staring skeletal visage of the old deer being the last thing I expected to see. My first thought was a mountain lion or a similar predator had hauled the animal up there to feast upon.
Carnivores like that were pretty rare in the area, but I had guessed it wasn't entirely out of the question. But my confusion spiked and the rumblings of dread gestated in my gut when I looked a bit closer. It was difficult to tell due to the distance from the forest floor and the amount of time the deer had been up there. But as I squinted, I started to notice something haunting.
The decrepit animal remains were not simply jumbled up in the tree branches. They were lashed into place by scraps of rope and cloth. Someone had hauled the deer 12 feet up in the sycamore tree and tied its limbs and joints so it would stay suspended up there.
Directly beneath the nearly completely rotted animal, barely visible due to age, was carved a simple O, presumably put onto the bark by whoever took the time to create this macabre installation. I was understandably shocked and confused by this discovery, but the apparent age of the carving and carcass eased my worries a little. Whoever had done this obviously done their work months ago.
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Chapter 6: What chilling events transpired after the camp host went missing?
Even if I wasn't petrified to be out in the dark, there wasn't any chance I could find my way back to Piper through the dark and unfamiliar woods. My mind raced as daylight failed around me. Do I set a fire and hope light and flames keeps whatever is out there at bay? Or do I sit in the darkness and pray I stay hidden in the shadowy and silent camp? There was no good options.
I tensed up as I fought panic from setting in. Eventually, the primal instincts of my cave-dwelling ancestors kicked in. Fire was the one tool that always served our kind against darkness and the things that lurked within it. I piled all of my firewood into the ring. I wouldn't need it for another night.
And as the night fell, the glowing light of my bonfire lit the forest around me, faltering at the edge of the old growth, my camp surrounded in firelight. I climbed inside my tent and sealed the zipper shut. I sat silently inside the thin nylon shell for hours, listening as the wind made the only sound beyond the crackling of the fire, which glowed through the walls of the tent.
My hands shook and my spine prickled with nerves. My teeth chattered despite the humid heat that clung to me, sweat dripping from my brow. I moved slowly to check my watch. 3.30 a.m., less than two hours until I could flee this place. I jolted as a sudden snap shattered the silence.
The sharp cracking noise emanated not twenty feet from my tent and followed by cicado rustling before sudden silence. My eyes were wide. The quiet, nearly imperceptible rustling came again. Whatever was outside was still there. I slowly grasped the zipper and pulled it with my left hand, while fumbling about with my right hand until it came to rest upon my pocket knife.
it was a feeble little thing but as a gift from my dad it has always found its way into my pack with my little blade clutched tight i opened the door of my tent slowly to keep the zipper quiet i crept out into the night The chilled air shockingly cold as it connected with my overheated and clammy skin. The bonfire still burned, though it had run low as the night dragged on.
Silently surveying the camp before me, I searched for the source of the hushed sound. Slowly, my eyes was drawn upwards toward the boughs of the trees. Two eyes reflected in the firelight staring back at me. Shock gripped my heart and it took all of my willpower not to exclaim with fear and surprise.
the eyes went to the side as if judging me with more quiet rustles the owl shifted on its branch close enough to the firelight to reveal its identity relief flooded my body as i let out a quiet sigh then true terror took over me as i noticed a huge shape in my peripheral vision I slowly turned my head, tears welling up in my eyes.
It sat waiting on its hunches, barely six feet away from me, dimly lit by the embers of the slowly dying fire. At first, I thought it was a huge man, a giant living in the woods, but this thing was no human, never could have been. It sat nearly curled in a fetal ball, long arms clasped to scrawny legs and shoulders hunched,
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Chapter 7: What was found in the woods that led to a haunting realization?
Adrenaline roared in my ears. I could hear the sounds of struggle above, crashing branches and spattering mud accompanied by Randy's voice of terror. I scabbed at the slick moss and roots around me, attempting to haul myself out the short distance of the sinking pit. Slipping on wet vegetation and collapsing mud, I managed to drag my shoulders above the edge of the sinkhole.
I saw Randy struggling against the pale thing that stalked the old growth, pinned to the ground with its hooked nose mere inches from his face. I watched in horror as the thing craned its neck downwards with an almost serpentine sway, joints creaking as it did so. It parted its long, blunted teeth. His screams were muffled as the thing leaned in.
They held their struggling as I hauled myself out of the pit. Then it craned backwards, turning its face to meet my terrified stare. Randy had a breath, its teeth clinched in a disgusting mockery of a grin. I sat up on all fours at the edge of the pit as it released Randy, spectral grace bellying its monstrous size as it rose to its full, towering height.
Joints and tendons creaked within its gaunt self, as it took slow and purposeful steps towards my prone form a deep cloaking click slowly emanated from the depths of it as it reached towards me with its black finger-nails when all of a sudden i was yanked to my feet and dragged to the side it was randy coughing as he pulled my jacket collar.
Come on and run, he gasped, not letting go of me as he began sprinting into the woods that surrounded us. I pumped my legs to keep up, the speed of terror propelling me. We dove through the old growth, ancient trees seeming to twist around us in the growing darkness. Mud clotted our boots and threatened to pull us into the ground with every step we took.
I followed Randy, hoping he had a destination and was not simply running into the woods in a panic. Looking over my shoulder, I could not see the thing following us, but I could hear it somewhere in the gloom as it laughed and called. Noises like the hellish fusion of a squealing pig and a cackling lunatic. "'I don't know how long we fled into the darkening night.
"'The sun had disappeared completely by the time we stopped. "'Panting for a breath and nervously eyeing the woods around us, "'Randy kneeled over with his hands on his knees "'and waved a finger past me. "'I turned to check what he was pointing at "'and saw a dark shape looming out of the darkness, "'the blocky bulk of a lightless cabin.'
I helped Randy towards the structure as he fumbled around in his pocket, producing and jangling a heavy-laden keyring. He seemed sluggish, as if the run had taken a steep toll on him. We crossed the creaking porch with haste. The cabin was a plain thing of log timbers, beaten and drained by weather and age until they were desiccated and gray.
I stared grimly at the wooden door, which bore a crude and obviously recent carving of an X. Randy put an old-fashioned iron key into the lock and pushed the door open, hurrying inside. I followed. Randy fumbled ahead of me in the darkness, rattling objects which I could not see. I heard the telltale sign of laughter followed by a flash of flint.
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Chapter 8: What final warnings are given about the forest and its dangers?
As he did, Brian and I were both freaked out and just watched Eric as he ran into the forest. He soon went out of sight, and Brian and I could not leave him there, so we waited. I passed the time by taking a skinny stick and poking it through the puddle of red. It smelled terrible, so much so that my stomach convulsed and I threw up. "'You okay?' Brian asked as he put his hand on my back.
Before I could answer, there was a loud shot that echoed through the trees and we both looked at the direction it came from. "'Must have found the animal,' I said as I spit into the grass." As soon as I said this, we could now see Eric, and he was full on sprinting. "'Run!' he screamed as he ran at us.
I was able to ask him what happened, but Brian grabbed my arm and yanked me towards where we had parked the truck. Without hesitation, I ran. We soon made it back to the truck." I looked back at Eric, who slowed down for nothing. I soon looked behind him and saw nothing chasing us, so I opened the truck and got in without worry. Eric then climbed in and told me to hit the gas and go.
I was so perplexed on what Eric saw out there, and I knew that he hardly ever got scared of anything, so this started to freak me out. I started driving fast back to camp. I don't know, man. That was no animal. I followed the trail and it stopped at the base of the tree, and I was wondering how a coyote was able to climb a tree, but when I looked up, I saw this hairy humanoid creature there.
It smelled so bad. Eric went on about how scary that thing was and how he was done with this hunting trip and wanted to go home. We soon pulled into camp and mutually decided that we were going home. I started to pack my things, then felt like something was missing. I then thought to myself, Lucy, where's Brian's dog? She usually is always excited to see us back at camp.
She can't stop whining and barking to be set free. As soon as I thought this, Brian started screaming and crying. I ran over to where he was and his dog was gone. However, on further inspection, I noticed what Brian was looking at. Something had pulled out the metal stake in the ground.
Brian just could not stop crying and Eric ran over to see what was wrong and just stood there, jaw dropped and frozen. Skinwalker. Eric said in a low tone of voice as he looked in the distance. He then screamed, it's a skinwalker. I followed his gaze and saw an animal that looked like Lucy, but it had human eyes and a sickly green glazed looking coat of fur.
Brian stopped crying and just stood there, eyes locked on the beast. Eric whispered with his voice quivering, we all run to the truck on the count of three. Just leave everything else. Brian and I slowly nodded and agreed to the plan. Okay, three, two, one. Eric whispered sharply and we took off like a pack of gazelles for the truck.
We hopped in and as soon as we did, we saw the skinwalker lunge at us and struck the truck on the right door with such a powerful blow that it nearly tipped over the whole truck. It didn't stop me whatsoever and I drove out of there faster than I ever have before. After that, none of us ever went hunting again in that area. We never even went back to claim our camping trailers and supplies.
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