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Scary WENDIGO & SKINWALKER Horror Stories For A Cold Night | Cryptid, Scary Stories for Sleep
Wed, 13 Nov 2024
Deep in the remote northern regions of the United States and Canada, rumors circulate about an ancient force haunting the woods. Indigenous tribes have long believed in its existence – a sinister, cannibalistic creature driven by an unquenchable hunger for human flesh. However, recent reports hint that this dark presence may no longer be confined to the wild. Could it be that even the cities are now under the looming threat of the Wendigo? These are 5 Scary WENDIGO & SKINWALKER Horror Stories For A Cold Night | Cryptid, Scary Stories for Sleep Linktree: https://linktr.ee/its_just_creepy Story Credits: ►Sent in to https://www.justcreepy.net/ Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 00:00:18 Story 1 00:10:39 Story 2 00:23:35 Story 3 00:45:05 Story 4 00:56:06 Story 5 Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #scarystories #horrorstories #wendigo #skinwalker #bedtimestories 💀As always, thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What happens when you wake up in the woods?
Chapter 2: What dreadful smell fills the air?
and i could almost taste it as i breathed in i glanced at my watch it was two a m my heart started to race and i lay there staring up at the dark ceiling of my tent trying to figure out what could be causing that horrible stench Living out here in the woods, I was used to strange smells. Small animals died all the time, and nature took care of them. But this? This was different.
This smelled like something big, something really dead, and it was close. I grabbed my bear spray just in case. Bears could smell a carcass from miles away, and if there was something dead nearby, it could bring one right to my camp. The minutes dragged by, and the smell just kept getting worse.
I tried to ignore it, to focus on the sounds of the night, but every time I took a breath, it filled my nose. I felt a growing sense of unease, a chill that wasn't from the cold. Then I heard it, a crunch, a soft, deliberate crunch of leaves coming from the hill just beyond my tent. I froze, every muscle in my body tensing.
Chapter 3: What eerie sound is heard outside the tent?
it wasn't the random rustling of an animal it was slow steady footsteps and it was coming closer my heart pounded so hard i thought it might burst out of my chest i held my breath listening the steps were getting nearer one slow crunch after another They weren't heavy like a bear's. They were careful, almost like... a person. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
Who would be out here at this hour, in the middle of nowhere? The footsteps stopped. Silence. i lay there straining to hear my fingers gripping the bear spray so tight they hurt then snap a twig broke right next to my tent my breath caught in my throat whatever it was it was close too close the stench was overpowering now thick and choking
I could barely think straight, my senses overwhelmed by the smell and the fear. I didn't move. I couldn't. I just lay there, waiting, every nerve in my body screaming. I could hear something, soft, raspy breathing, almost like a wheeze. It was right outside. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts blurring together. What was it? A bear, a person, something else.
Minutes felt like hours, and time seemed to stretch on forever. i waited for something to happen for the tent to move for whatever was out there to make its move but nothing happened slowly the breathing faded away the footsteps retreated crunching softly back into the woods I didn't dare move until I saw the first light of dawn.
When the sky finally started to lighten, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I reached for the zipper, my hands trembling, and slowly unzipped the tent. The forest was still, the air cold and crisp. The horrible smell was gone, and everything seemed normal, except it wasn't.
i stepped out of my tent my headlamp cutting through the morning mist the woods felt different like they were hiding something the silence was too heavy too expectant as if the forest itself was holding its breath i looked around searching for any sign of what had been there but there was nothing just the trees the rocks and the feeling that something had been watching me something that was still out there waiting
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Chapter 4: What strange discovery is made in the morning?
the sun was up now and the forest was bathed in a soft golden light everything looked peaceful but i couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong i took a deep breath trying to calm myself and decided to look around i had to find out what caused that awful smell last night Maybe it was just a dead animal and I was overreacting. I had to know.
I started walking in a circle around my camp, my eyes scanning the ground for anything out of place. At first, I didn't see anything unusual, just the usual rocks and fallen branches. But as I moved further away from my tent, I noticed something strange. There were large rocks, each about the size of a basketball, that had been moved. They were scattered in a rough line, leading down the hill.
It was like someone, or something, had rolled them there. My stomach tightened, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The rocks were heavy, too heavy for a small animal to move. I knelt down and touched one of them. It was cold, and there were deep marks in the dirt where it had been pulled out of the ground. I looked around, my heart pounding again. Who would do this, and why?
the smell from last night was gone but the memory of it lingered i could still almost taste it and it made me feel sick just thinking about it i stood up and followed the line of rocks down the hill they led me to a small clearing where the ground was disturbed the dirt was churned up like something had been digging there I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cold morning air.
I stepped closer, my eyes scanning the ground. There were no footprints, no signs of an animal. Just the rocks and the disturbed earth. It didn't make any sense.
i knelt down again running my fingers through the loose dirt it was soft like it had been freshly dug i looked around my senses on high alert the forest was still too still it felt like the trees were watching me like they were waiting for something to happen I stood up, my heart pounding in my ears. I had to get out of there.
I turned and started back up the hill, my eyes darting from side to side. Every shadow seemed to move. Every rustle of leaves made my heart skip a beat. I felt like I was being watched, like something was following me. I tried to shake the feeling, to tell myself it was just my imagination, but it wouldn't go away. When I finally made it back to my camp, I felt a rush of relief.
i packed up my things as quickly as i could my hands shaking i had to leave i didn't know what was out there but i knew i didn't want to be around when it came back the forest felt wrong like it was hiding something dark and terrible I didn't look back as I walked away, the feeling of being watched never leaving me.
Something had been there last night, something that wanted me to know it was there, and I wasn't going to stick around to find out what it was. The next few days were restless. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the woods. My mind kept replaying every sound, every smell, every moment of that terrifying night. I knew it wasn't a bear.
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Chapter 5: What legend is connected to the terrifying experience?
I pulled the trigger, the shot echoing through the cave, deafening in the confined space. I missed. The man didn't even flinch. He just moved, fast, faster than I could follow, darting past me and out of the cave. I turned, my flashlight catching only a glimpse of him disappearing into the woods, his movements jerky, almost insect-like.
I stumbled out of the cave, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The forest was silent again, but I felt eyes on me, watching, waiting. I turned and ran, my flashlight flickering, the darkness around me seeming to close in. By the time I got back home I was out of breath, my entire body shaking.
I slammed the door behind me, locking it, my back pressed against the wood as I tried to catch my breath. I didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that mask, those glowing red eyes. I didn't know who or what that was, but I knew one thing for sure, this wasn't over, not even close. After that night in the cave, nothing felt the same.
It was like the world had shifted, and now everything had a dark edge. I couldn't focus in school. Every little noise made me jump. A door slamming, a book dropping. My heart would leap, and I'd be back in that cave staring into those glowing red eyes. The feeling of being watched never left me, even during the day. I stopped hanging out with friends, stopped skating around the neighborhood.
I just wanted to be inside, where I thought I might be safe. But even home didn't feel like a refuge anymore. Every night, I'd lie awake, my ears straining for any sound outside my window. I could almost feel the knocks coming, hear the slow, deliberate tapping in my mind. I tried to tell myself that whatever it was, it was gone. that the shot I fired had scared it off.
But deep down, I knew better. It was waiting. It was always waiting. One night, after another day spent in a daze, I finally broke. I needed answers. I needed to know what I was dealing with. So I grabbed my laptop and started searching. I went down rabbit hole after rabbit hole, reading about strange encounters, ghost stories, urban legends, anything that might explain what I had seen.
And then I found it. The word was there, staring back at me from the screen. Wendigo. My eyes skimmed over the description and my blood ran cold. A monstrous creature from Native American folklore, twisted by an insatiable hunger, driven to stalk and consume. The glowing red eyes, the grotesque mask, the distorted limbs, it all matched.
It felt like someone had taken that night and written it down. My chest tightened and a shiver ran through me as I scrolled through the accounts of those who claimed to have seen one. It wasn't just the stories that got to me. It was the way they ended. Each one left me with the same sense of dread. No one ever really escaped. The Wendigo always came back.
I sat there staring at my screen, the light from the laptop the only thing illuminating my room. I didn't want to believe it, but it made too much sense. What else could it have been? I tried to tell myself that monsters weren't real, that things like the Wendigo were just stories. But I had seen it.
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Chapter 6: What is the significance of the cave encounter?
i heard olivia let out a choked sob beside me and i pressed the gas harder the tires spinning in the gravel as we sped away from the house the road stretched out before us winding through the darkness the headlights illuminating only a few feet ahead my hands were trembling my heart still pounding in my ears olivia was silent beside me her eyes fixed on the road her face pale
I glanced at her, trying to find the right words, but what could I say? Nothing about this was okay. Nothing about this made sense. The car's headlights caught movement up ahead, a flash of something dark darting across the road. I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as we skidded to a stop.
for a moment everything was silent and i held my breath my eyes scanning the darkness olivia let out a soft whimper her hand gripping the edge of her seat what was that she whispered her voice barely audible i shook my head my eyes darting back and forth searching for any sign of movement
The woods were thick here, the shadows deep, and I could feel something, something watching us from the darkness. Then there it was again, a shadow shifting between the trees, a flash of red eyes. I felt a wave of terror wash over me, my breath catching in my throat. It was following us. Whatever it was, whatever had come for us in the woods, it wasn't done yet.
i pressed the gas again my hands shaking as i gripped the wheel the car jerked forward and i drove faster this time my eyes locked on the road ahead i didn't know where we were going just away away from the house away from the thing that had taken our mother
the road twisted and turned the trees pressing in on either side their branches like claws reaching for us olivia was silent her eyes wide her body tense i could still hear that growl in my head still see the way her eyes had glowed in the darkness we had to get away But as I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw them, those red eyes, glowing in the darkness, following us, relentless.
And I knew, deep down, that we couldn't run forever. We drove until the road seemed to stretch into oblivion, until the headlights began to blur in my tired eyes.
the world outside the car was dark an endless black that pressed in on us from all sides the only sound was the hum of the engine and the rhythmic thud of my own heartbeat an endless pulse that seemed to synchronize with the tension in the car olivia hadn't said a word since we left the house her hands clenched in her lap her eyes staring blankly at the road ahead
After what felt like hours, I finally pulled off onto a narrow gravel road that led to a small clearing. The car rolled to a stop, and I killed the engine. Silence swallowed us, and for a moment, I just sat there, staring at the steering wheel, trying to catch my breath. Olivia finally looked over at me, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. "'What do we do now?'
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Chapter 7: What horrifying transformation occurs at home?
i let out a breath i hadn't realized i'd been holding my hands trembling as i lowered the useless nine-millimeter hecht turned to me his expression grim it's not over he said his voice barely above a whisper This thing, it will keep coming. I nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. This wasn't just some random encounter, this was a fight. A fight that had only just begun.
And deep down, I knew we were far from finished. The next morning came with an uneasy stillness. The kind of quiet that made every little sound echo louder, every creak in the floorboard feel ominous. Annabeth stayed asleep, her breathing steady.
but i hadn't closed my eyes since the encounter my mind kept replaying the image of the skinwalker its twisted body rising the hatred in its glowing eyes i knew it wasn't over it was still out there and it wouldn't stop hecht was in the kitchen the scent of sage lingering in the air from the ritual the night before he looked up as i entered nodding to me with a grim expression
There wasn't much to say, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. It was a mixture of exhaustion, determination, and something I could only describe as understanding. He knew this fight wasn't one that would end easily. We need to be ready, Hecht said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. It will come back, and it will be more desperate.
i nodded running my fingers over the bone hilt of the knife still in my hand it had become a part of me now a comfort in a world that had suddenly turned dark and uncertain just as i was about to respond a knock on the door made both of us freeze the sound was heavy urgent I opened the door to find Sheriff Daniels standing there, his face pale and drawn.
He was the kind of man who usually carried himself with a steady authority, the kind who'd seen enough trouble not to be rattled easily. But today, there was fear in his eyes. We got a situation, he said, his voice gravelly. He glanced at Hecht, then back at me. Your neighbor, Mrs. Lowell. She's dead. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Mrs. Lowell had always been kind to us.
She lived just a few miles west of our ranch, a widow who kept mostly to herself, but always had a smile when she saw us. I swallowed hard, the air suddenly feeling too thick to breathe. What happened? Sheriff Daniels hesitated, his eyes flicking to Hecht before he spoke. Looks like she was shot, but there's something else, something strange.
Her place was torn up, like an animal got in, but no tracks, no sign of anyone or anything. Hecht's expression darkened, and he stepped forward. It wasn't an animal, he said, his voice calm, but edged with something sharp. Not in the way you think. The sheriff gave him a wary look.
He'd always been skeptical of Heck's beliefs, but there was something about the situation that left him without an argument. he nodded slowly then turned back to me you folks need to be careful whatever this is its not done i felt a chill run through me a cold certainty settling in my bones mrs lowell's death was no coincidence it was a message
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