Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Terrifying SKINWALKER Horror Stories That Give You Nightmares
Fri, 10 Jan 2025
These are 4 Terrifying SKINWALKER Horror Stories That Give You Nightmares 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 00:17:01 Story 2 00:34:49 Story 3 00:52:44 Story 4 Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Thumbnail art: ►Just Creepy Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #scarystories #skinwalker #cryptids #sleep #narration #reddit 💀As always thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What is the introduction to the Skinwalker horror stories?
I should have turned back the moment I stepped out of the truck. There's something about the way the forest feels at night. Alive. Watchful. But this time, it was different. Too still. Too quiet. The trip started out like any other. Baxter and I had done plenty of these solo outings before, and I had no reason to think this one would be any different.
Chapter 2: What happens in the first Skinwalker story?
I'd packed the essentials—sleeping bag, snacks, the knife I always carry, and Baxter's favorite chew toy—just in case he got restless. We were heading to a spot deep in Gallatin National Forest that I'd found years ago, miles away from campsites or other people, perfect for catching the meteor shower. The drive was long, but the view of the stars from the winding mountain road made it worth it.
Chapter 3: What is the second Skinwalker story about?
by the time we arrived it was just after sunset and the fading light painted the trees in hues of gold and deep purple baxter leapt out of the truck sniffing at everything like he was on a mission his enthusiasm was contagious and for a while i felt the usual excitement that comes with being out here away from the noise of the world
Chapter 4: What terrifying events occur in story three?
I got the fire going as the first stars began to peek out, sitting back with Baxter curled up beside me. The quiet of the woods was peaceful at first, a welcome change from the buzz of everyday life. The fire crackled, its warmth chasing away the evening chill, and I leaned back to take in the sky. One meteor streaked past, then another.
Chapter 5: What is the climax of the fourth Skinwalker story?
I grabbed my phone, snapping a few pictures to show friends later. That's when Baxter growled. It was low, almost a rumble, and I felt it in my chest before I fully registered the sound. I glanced down at him, expecting him to be looking at a squirrel or some other harmless animal, but he wasn't. He was staring at the tree line, ears flat, his entire body rigid.
Chapter 6: What lingering fears remain after the stories?
hey what's up bud i said softly trying to calm him down he didn't look at me the fire popped loudly making me jump and i realized the usual hum of the forest crickets rustling leaves distant owls had vanished the silence was so complete it felt suffocating I grabbed my flashlight and stood, my boots crunching on the dry leaves. Probably a deer, I muttered, more to myself than to Baxter.
His growl deepened. Sweeping the light across the trees, I searched for the source of his unease. Nothing. Just shadows and the faint outline of branches swaying in the breeze. But something felt off. The shadows were too dark, too solid, as if they weren't cast by the firelight but by something else entirely. And then I saw it.
At first I thought it was just a trick of the light, a tall, thin shape standing perfectly still among the trees. But as I kept the flashlight on it, my stomach dropped. It wasn't a tree. It was a figure, unnaturally tall and gaunt, its limbs too long and its head tilted to the side, almost inquisitively. I froze. Baxter whimpered and backed toward the truck.
hey i called out hoping it was just another camper who'd wandered too close my voice sounded small swallowed by the trees the figure didn't move i stepped back instinctively the hair on the back of my neck standing on end the flashlight shook in my hand as i kept the beam trained on it That's when its head moved. Slowly, jerkily, like it was figuring out how to move for the first time.
The tilt became more exaggerated, almost upside down. And then its eyes, two faint yellowish glows, opened. My breath caught. Those weren't human eyes. They weren't animal eyes, either. "'Baxter, in the truck,' I whispered, my voice trembling. The figure didn't step forward. It slid. No sound. No shift in the undergrowth.
One second it was ten feet into the tree line, and the next it was five feet closer, its glowing eyes locked on me. Okay, we're leaving, I muttered. more to myself than to Baxter. I turned and bolted for the truck, Baxter right on my heels. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as I fumbled with the keys, dropping them once before finally managing to shove them into the ignition.
The truck roared to life, and I slammed it into reverse, spinning the tires as I backed out of the campsite. My headlights swept across the clearing and for a brief moment I saw the figure again, standing in the middle of where my fire had been. It hadn't moved like it should have been able to, it was just there. I didn't wait to see what it would do next.
The truck skidded onto the dirt road and I floored it, speeding into the dark. Behind me the clearing vanished, swallowed by the trees, but the silence stayed with me, heavier than ever. Something had followed me out of the woods and I wasn't sure I'd left it behind. The road felt endless.
My hands were gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles were white and Baxter was curled into the farthest corner of the passenger seat, trembling. Every bump in the road sent shocks through the truck and every shadow that crossed the headlights felt like it could be it. I tried to convince myself I was just seeing things back there but my gut wouldn't let me.
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