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Chapter 1: What are Skinwalkers and where do they come from?
It started with a dumb idea, as most nights like this do. I couldn't sleep, so I figured, why not? Sneaking out was easy. My parents are heavy sleepers, and my window opened straight to the porch roof. Within five minutes, I was out the door, hopping onto my ATV with my phone buzzing in my pocket. I texted Ryan and Tyler to meet me at the grain silo. Bring whatever you've got, I wrote.
Chapter 2: What happens during the first Skinwalker encounter?
By whatever, I meant beer, snacks, maybe something to make the night feel less boring. The woods always felt different at night, like they had secrets to share if you were stupid enough to listen. Tonight, I was stupid enough. The ride to the silo was uneventful, but the woods on either side of the dirt path felt… wrong. No crickets. No wind.
Just the hum of my ATV and the crunch of gravel under the tires. I shook it off and reached the silo, parking near its rusted frame. Ryan and Tyler showed up minutes later, headlights cutting through the darkness like searchlights in enemy territory. Ethan, you're a lunatic for dragging us out here, Ryan said, grinning as he pulled out a six-pack from his bag.
Tyler followed, holding a flashlight and a bag of chips. Shut up. You'll thank me later. I shot back. But even as we laughed, I felt it. A weight in the air, like the woods were leaning in to listen. We hopped on our ATVs and headed toward the clearing. The ride was bumpy, the trees closing in as the path narrowed.
Tyler's flashlight beam bounced wildly, catching shadows that moved just a little too fast. My heart thudded, but I kept my eyes forward, refusing to let my imagination get the better of me. The clearing came into view, a small circle of open space surrounded by towering oaks. I'd set it up months ago, dragging old lawn chairs and setting up a fire pit.
Chapter 3: What eerie sounds do they hear in the woods?
The three of us killed the engines and the sudden silence was deafening. Ryan tossed some wood into the pit while I struck a match. Soon, flames danced and cracked, pushing back the darkness. The first beer cracked open, then another. We laughed, talked about school, and teased Tyler for being jumpy. The firelight played tricks on his face, making him look pale and wide-eyed.
"'You guys ever hear about those things in the woods?' he asked, his voice low. "'Oh, great,' Ryan groaned. "'Here we go.' "'I'm serious,' Tyler said, leaning forward. "'My grandpa told me about these things. People see them out here sometimes. Tall, skinny, almost human, but not.' Yeah, yeah, and they eat kids like you, Ryan quipped, chucking an empty can at him.
Tyler ducked, but his eyes flicked to the trees again. He wasn't joking. I laughed it off, but Tyler's words stuck. The woods were so dark tonight, the kind of darkness that presses against your skin. The firelight only made it worse, creating shadows that felt too solid. That's when we heard it. A sound like, I don't know, like a growl, but deeper, almost guttural.
It came from somewhere behind us, far enough to dismiss but close enough to set my teeth on edge. What the hell was that? Tyler whispered.
coyotes ryan said though his voice lacked its usual confidence he tossed another log onto the fire and the sparks shot up like tiny fireworks the noise came again this time closer accompanied by the faintest snap of a branch my chest tightened i stood up trying to act casual
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Chapter 4: What shocking event occurs when they split up?
i'm going to check out that trail over there i said jerking my thumb toward a barely visible gap in the trees my stomach flipped as the words left my mouth but i couldn't back down now alone have fun getting eaten ryan joked though there was a hint of nervousness in his smirk
i climbed onto my a t v heart pounding the growl came again this time sharper almost deliberate like it wanted me to hear i gunned the engine and rode into the darkness leaving the safety of the fire behind the trail was tighter than i remembered overgrown and barely navigable
my headlights barely pierced the thick underbrush casting long eerie shadows the silence out here was even worse no bugs no birds just the low hum of my engine i should have turned back every instinct screamed at me to turn back but i didn't and then i saw them two glowing eyes in the distance Not reflective like a deer's, but glowing, a sickly amber that burned through the darkness.
I froze, gripping the handlebars so tight my knuckles hurt. The eyes blinked once, and a shape emerged. My breath caught as I took it in. Tall, hunched, with matted fur hanging from a gaunt frame. It looked like it had been pieced together wrong, joints bent in ways that shouldn't be possible, legs too long, arms too thin.
i tried to convince myself it was a coyote a sick coyote maybe rabid but when it stood upright its head almost grazing the branches above i knew better it tilted its head like it was studying me then it took a step forward i didn't wait to see what it wanted
i turned the atv around so fast i nearly tipped it and floored it back down the trail behind me i heard it move fast too fast branches snapped and the guttural growl grew into a shriek high-pitched and unnatural it was chasing me i didn't look back i couldn't I tore through the woods, dodging trees and praying the engine wouldn't stall.
The trail opened up into the clearing, and I skidded to a stop, nearly slamming into the fire pit. But Ryan and Tyler were gone. Their chairs were overturned, beer cans scattered, and the fire was dying, embers barely glowing in the dark. The shriek came again, closer now, and I realized with a sickening jolt, I wasn't alone.
I sat there, straddling my ATV, my chest heaving and my eyes darting around the clearing. The fire was nothing more than a smoldering pit, sending up thin wisps of smoke. Ryan and Tyler's ATVs were still there, headlights dim and flickering, but they were nowhere to be seen. My brain scrambled for an explanation. Maybe they got scared and ran back home. Maybe they were messing with me.
But deep down, I knew better. The growl came again, low and guttural, from somewhere in the trees. My stomach dropped. It wasn't close, but it wasn't far either. It moved, circling, stalking. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my feet felt nailed to the ground. "'Ryan? Tyler?' I yelled into the void, my voice cracking."
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Chapter 5: How does the encounter with the creature unfold?
Glowing amber, just like before. But now they bobbed and swayed as the creature moved closer. My throat tightened. I forced myself to breathe, gripping the handlebars like they could somehow save me. The creature emerged slowly. Stepping out from the shadows like it had all the time in the world, it was worse than I'd imagined.
Its skin hung in loose patches, fur clinging to a frame that was all wrong, legs too long, shoulders hunched unnaturally high. Its head tilted at an angle that made me feel sick, like it was broken. And those teeth, jagged, uneven, stained with something dark. It was grinning at me. I fumbled with the key, trying to restart the ATV. The engine sputtered but wouldn't catch.
Come on, I hissed, twisting the key again and again. The creature let out a shriek, a piercing, distorted sound that rattled my skull. It started toward me, its steps quick and jerky. Adrenaline took over. I jumped off the ATV and bolted, weaving between trees. not caring where I was going as long as it was away from that thing.
My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and my legs burned as I pushed harder, faster. I could hear it behind me, its heavy footfalls crashing through the underbrush. I don't know how long I ran. Time didn't exist. There was only the pounding of my heart and the sound of that thing closing in. I tripped once, slamming hard into the dirt, and for a split second I thought it was over.
but when i looked back i saw nothing just darkness and the faintest hint of movement in the shadows i scrambled to my feet and kept running eventually i stumbled onto a structure a shack old and rotting barely standing it looked like something out of a horror movie the kind of place you avoid unless you're desperate i was desperate
i threw myself inside slamming the door shut and pressing my back against it the air inside was thick with the smell of mold and something else something metallic and sour my flashlight flickered as i scanned the room the walls were covered in claw marks deep grooves that splintered the wood A pile of old tattered clothes sat in the corner, next to a rusted hunting knife and empty cans of food.
Whoever had been here before, they hadn't left in a hurry. The footsteps outside stopped. My breath hitched. I leaned against the door, straining to hear anything over the pounding in my ears. For a moment, it was silent. Then, a slow, deliberate scratch started at the base of the door, working its way up. I bit back a scream, pressing harder against the door as if that would make a difference.
The scratching stopped. Then came a sound that made my stomach churn. The thing sniffing, deep and guttural, like it was tasting the air. My flashlight flickered again, and in its weak beam, I saw the edges of the doorframe start to bend inward. It was testing the door, pushing, pulling. as if deciding whether it was worth breaking down.
I clutched the hunting knife from the floor, gripping it so tight my knuckles ached. Please, I whispered to no one in particular, please just go away. The door shuttered, but it didn't break. After a few agonizing minutes, the sniffing faded, replaced by the sound of retreating footsteps. I waited, counting each second, until the silence felt suffocating.
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Chapter 6: What horrifying realization does the protagonist face?
I reached the clearing where the fire had been, but it was completely extinguished now, the darkness absolute. The chairs were toppled. Ryan and Tyler's ATVs still abandoned, but they were nowhere to be found. Ryan! Tyler! I screamed into the night, but only silence answered. And then, the sound returned. The growl, deep and guttural, from the direction of the tree line.
My head snapped toward it and I saw the eyes again, closer this time. I didn't wait. I ran toward the path that led home. The creature's distorted shrieks chasing me the entire way. I don't remember running out of the woods. My legs just carried me, blind and automatic, like some primal part of me had taken over.
All I knew was the sound, the creature's shrieks, unnatural and echoing, growing closer with every step. My lungs burned, my legs ached, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. The clearing finally gave way to the edge of the field, and I spotted it. Our old station wagon, half sunken into the weeds like it had been swallowed by the earth. My chest tightened with hope and dread.
If I could just get to it. But I knew that thing was right behind me. I stumbled to the car, yanking the door handle so hard I thought it might snap off. It opened with a groan, and I threw myself inside, slamming it shut and locking the doors. The old familiar smell of dust and oil hit me, a cruel reminder of all the times I'd played in this car as a kid.
I crouched low in the back seat, panting, trying to catch my breath. My hands shook so badly I had to clench them into fists. For a moment, there was silence. No footsteps, no growls. Just the soft sound of rain starting to fall, pattering against the car's metal roof. I let out a shaky breath, daring to believe I'd outrun it. But then, through the fogged glass, I saw them.
Those glowing amber eyes, emerging from the tree line. They floated closer, unblinking, cutting through the dark like twin lanterns. My heart felt like it stopped. The creature was walking toward the car slow and deliberate, its head tilting side to side as if it were studying me. I ducked lower, trying to make myself invisible, but it was too late. It knew I was there.
I could hear it now, its breathing, wet and labored, mixed with a low growl that made my skin crawl. It circled the car, its long claws dragging across the windows with a high-pitched screech. I covered my ears, but it didn't help. The sound went straight to my brain like nails scraping across bone. I had to think. I had to do something. That's when I remembered. My dad's rifle.
He always kept it in the car for emergencies. I reached under the back seat, fumbling blindly until my fingers brushed against cold metal. There it was.
i pulled it out my hands trembling as i checked the chamber three bullets that was it the creature stopped scratching i froze clutching the rifle straining to hear through the pounding rain and then with a sickening crunch its face appeared in the back window
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Chapter 7: What happens when Jonah returns?
I scrambled into the front seat, desperate to put more space between us. The keys. My dad always kept the keys in the glove box. I flung it open, my hands searching frantically. Outside, the creature slammed against the car, rocking it back and forth. The metal groaned, and the roof started to cave. My fingers closed around the keys just as the passenger door wrenched open.
It reached inside, its long, twisted arm grabbing at me. I screamed, slamming the door shut on its hand, over and over, until it let out a howl and pulled back. My hand found the ignition, and I twisted the key. The engine sputtered. Come on, I begged. Come on. It roared to life. Without thinking, I slammed my foot on the gas. The car lurched forward, throwing the creature off balance.
I turned the wheel hard, aiming straight for it. The headlights illuminated its full form. Too tall. Too thin. Its limbs contorted like a spider's.
i clenched my teeth and hit the gas the car collided with it the impact sending a sickening thud through the cabin it crumpled folding unnaturally beneath the car but i didn't stop i kept going dragging it several feet before the car stalled again for a moment everything was still rain pelted the windshield and steam hissed from the engine i dared to look back
the creature was lying there motionless its glowing eyes finally dimmed i let out a shaky breath gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white but as i opened the door to get out i saw something that made my blood run cold the creature's hand twitched no i whispered No, no, no. I grabbed the rifle and ran. I didn't care where I was going, as long as it was away from that thing.
The rain was blinding, the mud pulling at my shoes, but I kept moving. When I finally reached the edge of the woods, I turned back. It was standing there, in the middle of the field, watching me. Its head tilted again, as if amused. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't wait. I ran the rest of the way home, bursting through the door and locking it behind me.
I collapsed in the entryway, soaked and trembling, listening to the rain hammering against the windows. I didn't sleep that night. I sat in the corner of my room, clutching the rifle, staring at the door. The next morning I went back. The car was there, battered and bloodied, but the creature was gone. No body, no tracks, just deep gouges in the dirt and the twisted remains of the station wagon.
Ryan and Tyler were still missing. I checked their houses, but neither of them had come home. Tyler's parents said he'd called, muttering something about the woods, but Ryan, nothing. The worst part? That night as I sat in my room I heard it again, the growl, faint but unmistakable. It's still out there. I don't know what to do. I write this now to warn as many people as possible.
Be careful when going into the woods." There's a certain kind of silence you only find in the wilderness. At first it feels peaceful, like you're wrapped in a blanket of trees and fresh air, miles away from the chaos of city life. But after a while, it gets oppressive, like the world's forgotten you're there. That's what hit me on the first night of the trip.
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Chapter 8: What is the final confrontation with the creature?
we pitched our tents near the edge of a lake surrounded by towering trees that swayed gently in the breeze the first day was perfect we fished built a fire and grilled up the one trout jonah managed to catch he was always better at that outdoorsy stuff than me we laughed a lot mostly at me falling into the lake trying to reel in a line by the time the sun dipped below the horizon
I felt like we were exactly where we were meant to be. But then came the night. I should have known something was off when the crickets stopped. It was so gradual I didn't even notice at first. One second their chirping was everywhere, a comforting white noise, and the next, nothing. Just the sound of the lake lapping against the shore and the faint rustling of leaves. "'Jonah, you hear that?'
I whispered, trying not to sound paranoid." He looked up from the fire, the glow casting shadows across his face. "'Hear what?' "'Exactly. It's too quiet.' Jonah chuckled, tossing another log onto the flames. "'Dude, you're just used to Portland noise. No honking cars or barking dogs out here. Relax.' But I couldn't. The silence was suffocating. And then came the noises.
At first, it sounded like a wolf howling in the distance. That would have been creepy enough, but then it shifted. The howl turned into something else, like a bird call, sharp and shrill, but weirdly human, like someone imitating it. It didn't stop there. The sounds melted together, twisting into something unnatural, something alive. I stared into the darkness, my stomach nodding.
Okay, you heard that, right? Jonah paused, his grin faltering for just a second before he shook his head. Chill out, Eli. It's probably just the wind or some birds messing around. I didn't buy it, but I didn't want to argue either. Jonah was the type who never took anything seriously, and I didn't want to ruin the trip with my paranoia.
We eventually turned in for the night, each retreating to our own tents. I tried to focus on my breathing, on the comforting glow of the lantern hanging above me, but my mind wouldn't let go of those sounds. Just as I was starting to drift off, I heard it. Footsteps. Light and quick at first, like a small animal skittering through the underbrush.
then they grew heavier more deliberate circling the campsite my heart raced i wanted to unzip the tent but some primal part of me screamed to stay put to stay hidden the footsteps stopped directly outside my tent jonah i hissed as quietly as i could jonah what the hell are you doing No response. I held my breath, straining to listen. The zipper of Jonah's tent slid open and I exhaled, relieved.
"'Jonah!' I said again, louder this time. "'What?' he whispered back, annoyed. "'Don't go out there. It could be a wolf or—' "'Chill, Eli. I've got my knife. I'll check it out.' Before I could argue, I heard him step out, his boots crunching softly against the dirt. The lighter footsteps, whatever had been circling us, vanished." Jonah moved around the campsite, his footsteps slow and methodical.
Then they stopped, and the silence returned. My gut twisted in on itself. Minutes felt like hours. I clenched the edge of my sleeping bag, my ears straining for any sound. Finally I heard him again, heavy steps, uneven, dragging slightly.
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