Paranormal activity in woods and forests

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i come from an animist culture and it seems that people who live outside of civilization, “in the woods, hills, mountains”, tend to have a tradition and culture of respect for the “essense” or “spirit” of all things nature. its kinda of universal all around the globe, that a lot of tribal people, living in the woods, hills and mountains practice a form of animism.

this lends me to think such beliefs are the product of our ancestors long ago living hunter/gatherer lives in the forests, hills and mountains. that being so connected to nature, they may have experienced many weird and strange phenomenons that eventually coalesced into a belief system we generically call “animism” today.
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What i’m thinking is that it is a multi dimensional entity who can play with our minds as it wishes and can take any form suitable. It does not care about humans. It sees us like we look at incects. A lower lifeform. Pain, suffering, fear does not mean to it what it means to us. Maybe it just hunts us out of facination. To explore and study us.

As for the stairs… They might be somekind of gateway. Dont know.
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I spent about six months last year WWOOFing, which is essentially volunteering on organic farms in exchange for room and board. One of the farms I stayed at was actually an off-the-grid homestead near Mt. Hood, Oregon, populated by shamanic hippies (who had some wild stories, themselves!) and while not remote, was deep enough in the mountains that we had no neighbors for at least ten miles in every direction. Beautiful, forested land with an amazing view of Mt. Hood from the garden. I was camping every night for about two weeks before weird things started happening.

The first bizarre occurrence happened not to me, but to a fellow WWOOFer, who I’ll call J. Now, I am not particularly outdoorsy-- I grew up in the woods in north Florida and spent my formative years getting lost in places I shouldn’t be, but I don’t have a great deal of camping experience and only the most basic survival skills. I am comfortable in the woods, but only until sunset. J, a true outdoorsman, had been a forest ranger in the Alaskan bush for two years prior and frequently went on weeks-long solo-backpacking trips. He had shown up at the farm a few days after me and had set up camp over a mile further down the mountain than I had, which I initially thought was a dickish move but later came to appreciate because he played his harmonica at all hours and nobody needs to hear that shit. He was a slow-talking Minnesotan that favored all things logical.

One morning, we met up for breakfast and he asked me if I had heard “all that screaming” the night before. I hadn’t. He told me that he had been laying in his tent with his headlamp on, reading a book when he heard a deep, rumbling scream just outside his tent. He turned his lamp off to listen more closely, and realized that his entire tent was illuminated from the outside, as if someone was aiming a floodlight at it. In the few seconds after he turned his headlamp off, two things happened in rapid succession-- the screaming cut off as if someone had flipped a switch, and the light from outside clicked off. He listened for footsteps, but heard nothing. After a few moments of silence, he turned his headlamp back on and left his tent to investigate , because I guess he had never seen a horror movie in his whole goddamn life. He said that there was nothing in the clearing and no movement from the surrounding forest, even though he hadn’t heard anything leave and the scream had been very close to, if not within , his camp. Then he apparently shrugged to himself and went to sleep, or maybe he passed out in fear and was too much of a man to admit it.

He told me this over breakfast and I was horrified. He said he’d never heard an animal that sounded like that and could not explain the light, except that maybe a hunter had found their way onto our land. But then where did they go? He listened for footsteps and heard nothing. He didn’t seem worried, just a bit perturbed. It was very Minnesota of him.

Everything was quiet for a few weeks after that incident. J left for another farm, and I remained in my old campsite, only about 3/4 of a mile down from the main cabin. I was comfortable in my tent and no longer jerked awake at broken twigs or animals moving through the brush. I was very proud of myself-- look at me, an outdoorswoman!-- which was, of course, when the screaming started.

I was laying in my tent, just on the edge of sleep when it started. It was a deep, low roaring-- unlike any animal I knew to live in the mountains in that region. I consoled myself by saying it was an injured black bear, a fucked up wolf, some kind of Lovecraftian mutant elk. Then, from farther down the mountain, something else began screaming, answering. The two whatevers shrieked at each other for the better part of an hour. I laid in my tent, trying to psych myself up to hike back up to the main cabin, but couldn’t quite commit. I laced up my boots and put on my headlamp in case I had to make a run for it. Eventually, the screaming stopped and I somehow managed to sleep.

I woke up somewhere around 4am to something very large shuffling in the bush directly behind my tent. I laid in the dark and listened, absolutely terrified. Elk, bear? It was too large. I could hear it ruffling branches of trees at least six feet off the ground. I heard it take a step, and then another. Bipedal. Human? Hunter? A hunter would never be as loud as this thing was, and I seriously doubt they would disturb an obvious camp site. Besides, in the month I’d been on the homestead at that point, I’d never heard a gunshot. I’d never seen anyone other than the people I was working with this far up the mountain, for that matter. I laid there, considering my options. It moved slowly, like it was picking through the bushes behind me-- which, in retrospect, of course it was, I’d camped right next to wild blackberry. I laid and listened and waited for a long time, almost until sunrise. It was moving slowly down the mountain. I laid in my tent long after the noise died out.

When I finally managed to rally my nerves and leave my tent, the brush behind my tent was obviously disturbed. I thought about investigating, looking for prints, droppings, but decided I’d rather just repress the whole thing and deal with it when I was far, far away from these woods. At breakfast, I asked my host, A, about the screaming. She was delighted that I’d had a run in with the “forest people.” She said that years ago when they’d moved onto the land, the forest people would get into their garden and make a mess of things, so she’d started leaving baskets of produce for them as a sign of goodwill. They’d left the garden alone since then.

I camped out for another week before it got too cold and I moved into the main cabin, and never heard anything weird again.
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I live in Indiana and we don’t have much wilderness outside of some state parks and the “Hoosier National Forest,” which is about 300 square miles of wilderness. There are around 250 miles of trails that run throughout. There have been some odd things happen there, but no one talks about it much.

From what I gathered over the years are multiple reports of cars simply just dying when driving around the boundary roads for no reason only to start like normal just a few hours later. There are also stories of a man (in black of course an hooded) who has been seen sitting on a tree stump near a cemetery that exists deep in the wilderness which has no known historical name (it’s unofficially called “step cemetery” go figure) and no one knows who is buried there outside of a few stories from the 20s and 50s of children and park workers who had bad accidents, vanished, etc.

The most recently known thing to happen was in the 90s. A plane was spotted flying low at the tree line heading south over a retires cabin deep in the woods and looked as if it were going to eventually crash. A few seconds after it descended over a ridge into the tree line the retiree and former Vietnam fighter pilot heard a “boom” and fire ball engulf the sky seconds after he saw it flying too low. There were several witnesses who saw the same thing fishing in a lake on the other side of the crash. Firetrucks, volunteers, police and the FAA searched for the plane and never found it. There were several credible witnesses who saw it go down including policemen and park rangers. The crash site was never found and the plane was a mystery flight as the authorities and FAA said there was no plane in the exact area or missing anywhere in the US that night. There was talk that a three letter agency came out and blocked off an area but the media reported that this wasn’t true of course so now it’s a conspiracy of sorts.

So, on to my experience.

My brother and I are 3 yrs apart in age. I was 8 at the time and he was 11. We were camping with our parents and several family members and friends . There were trails behind our campground that led out into the wilderness and one trail that went around a small lake and back in a perfect loop with no trails leading off or into the loop which was maybe a quarter mile. The lake was in a deep gully with high ridge lines that surrounded it so going off the trail was nearly impossible. It was small and our parents allowed us to use the trail to go fishing of which we had done all week. The wilderness trail was about 100 yards away from the entrance of our loop and on the opposite side of the campground.

So, we went fishing and after taking this same trip many times before it started getting dark and we headed back to the campground. We ended up getting lost (we never went off the trail) for the remainder of the night and at first light we appeared at the entrance of the wilderness trail 100 yards away.

Our parents were flipped out, the entire county had been searching for us and neither of us remembered anything other than walking up to the trail head in near dark, but we had lost time because to us it never got completely 100% dark at all and felt like dusk the entire time we were lost trying to find our way back. It only only felt like a couple hours. It was dawn when we were found. We estimated that we were gone for 10-11 hours or so. My brother claims to remember some details like falling down a cliff running from someone or something literally dragging me as he ran through cobwebs, etc. Ever since he’s had bad dreams of bright lights in the woods, a cave, shivering, rushing loud water or engine sounds, etc. I haven’t had any memories from it. We were camping at Deam Wilderness Area and there is a well known cave a few miles away. We recently went back to the area to go fishing together and decided to take a look around where we were at the campground almost 30 years later. We then realized it would have nearly been impossible for us to end up on the other trail as the cliffs and revenes were just too high, there was too much distance between the two trails and we would have had to make it through impossible odds to end up back at the entrance to the opposite trail waking in thick untouched forest.
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A few years back…there was a report in the local news about a pair of siblings who had been missing since childhood. Years later,they were found in another town, all grown up. Apparently they were abducted by a “Big Black Man”. According to them, they could see the people serching for them, they were literally right next to them as they shouted their names, but while the man was with them they couldn’t physically interact with any of them. Now, according to my grandparents, this wasn’t that uncommon way back before Christianity reached our lands. Apparently people would get spirited away like this while they were hunting or working on their farms, sometimes never to be seen again and sometimes they end up in places otherwise unaccessible, within extremely short periods of time. They usually recall being fed worms and rotten tree barks but during their abduction apparently it seemed like the most delicious feast ever. (They only remember that it was worms when they were found, and say that they though it was chicken or pork or something ). The Big Black Man description is always common . I live in a tribal state in Northeastern India btw
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Part 5

I apologize for the short update, guys. Things have gotten a little crazy around here, and I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to update going forward. I really appreciate all the support you guys have given me, and while I only have a couple of stories to share with you, I’ll be interested to see what you all think!

  • A firefighter who was helping us at the training op told me about a call he’d gone on, supposedly to help rescue a kid from an absolutely massive tree. He said they didn’t give him details, just that they needed him to come out and help because they lacked the proper equipment. He’d been called out specifically because this thing was so huge that the SARs didn’t feel safe trying to climb it. He’d been a tree-trimmer before joining the VFD, so it was easy enough for him to grab his old equipment and come help out. He was led out about two miles, and the team stopped at one of the biggest trees in the area and pointed up. He laughed and asked the op captain how the kid had gotten up there, made some joke about the old ‘cat in a tree’ thing, but the captain just shook his head and told him to get up there and get the kid down. He said he knew something was up, but he didn’t push it. He said that as he climbed this tree, he started wondering if they were playing a prank on him. ‘There was no way this kid should have been able to climb this fuckin’ thing. It was massive at the base, but about halfway up it started tapering, and I almost had to turn back a few times because I really didn’t think it was gonna hold me.’ But he said he kept going, and when he was just about at the top, he saw a flash of blue in the branches. ‘I saw the kid’s shirt sort of caught in a branch, and I called out to him and told him to come near me if he could, but he didn’t say anything. I kept moving, calling the kid’s name and telling him not to be scared, that I was there to help him. By the time I got to him, I knew he wasn’t gonna answer me. I found him, or what was left of him, cradled in the fork of a branch, and the fact that he was up there was sheer luck. If he’d fallen any other way, he’d have come crashing down. It wouldn’t have mattered though, because this kid was dead long before he ended up in that tree. I don’t know who put him there, or how, or why, but it was fucking sick. Kid’s intestines had popped out of his mouth, and were hanging in the branches. It was like some sick fucking Christmas tree, the way they were draped all over everything. I got a better look and saw they’d even popped out of his ass; his guts were hanging out the bottom of his pants. His eyes were gone, I assume shoved out from whatever force caused him to fucking pop like a stress ball. You ever seen a body that’s been floating in water for a long time, how their tongues kind of swell up and stick out? His was like that. I remember because there were flies crawling all over it. I think I must have gone into shock, because… man I just pushed that kid down with a stick I broke off a branch. Just kind of poked him until he fell. I don’t know why I did that… I almost lost my job because of that. But man the thought of hauling that kid down over my shoulder the whole way, gathering his guts up and coiling them around me like rope so they wouldn’t get snagged… I couldn’t do it. I’ve seen a lot of dead kids. More than I’d ever admit. I’ve seen a kid who hid in a full bathtub during a house fire; boiled him alive, turned him into literal soup. But this… I don’t know what did this, but the thought of touching that kid’s body made me feel like I was gonna lose my mind. I heard him hit the ground and I figured everyone would freak out, but they knew he was dead when they sent me up there. They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t shout or freak out or anything. I got to the bottom and I started to get up in the captain’s face, asking him who he thought he was sending me up there when they knew damn well the kid was dead. But he just told me it was none of my concern, and thanked me for getting the evidence down. I remember he said that, I remember it specifically because it was so weird to hear it phrased that way. ‘The evidence’. Like he wasn’t even a person. Like he’d never been a little kid who got lost and had something fucking unspeakable happen to him. The captain had a crew lead me back out of the woods, but he and two others stayed behind, and I thought that was weird. Why wouldn’t they have me help get the kid out? I tried asking but the guys leading me out just told me they couldn’t discuss an open case.’ I asked him what he thought had happened to the kid, and he got really pensive and thought about it for a bit. ‘I would have said a crush injury, based on how his guts came out like that, but with those injuries you see massive contusions under the skin, obvious trauma. This wasn’t like that. It was almost like that kid got caught in a big vacuum and had his guts sucked out. But even then, there was no trauma. None at all. It bothers me, man. It bothers the hell out of me.’

  • One of the vets at the training op read my stories here. He knows me pretty well, and we’ve swapped stories before. He asked if he could share something he’s noticed about the stairs, and some thoughts he had. ‘I’m really glad you decided to share these. I think it’s important that people be aware of what’s out there, especially since the Forest Service is doing such a good job at covering it all up.’ I asked him what he meant. ‘What do you mean, what do I mean? The lack of any kind of media attention? No coverage of missing kids, or bodies found miles from where they got lost in the first place? David Paulides hit this right on the head, the FS is doing everything they can to keep people coming here, even if it isn’t safe. I mean, to be fair, it’s not like these things happen every day. But the numbers add up, and it’s worth looking into. Especially the stairs. I was surprised you didn’t mention the flipped ones.’ I didn’t know what he was talking about, I couldn’t remember him ever talking about something like that. He seemed somewhat incredulous. ‘Dude, I can’t believe you’ve been on this long without seeing them. No one told you about them?’ I shrugged and asked him to elaborate. ‘Well there’s the normal stairs, the ones that pop up when we’re out a ways. I know you know about them. But sometimes I’ve run across ones that are flipped upside down. I guess it would be like if you had a doll house, and the stairs were a separate piece. Now take that, flip it upside down so the top step is stuck in the dirt, and put it out in the woods. They’re like that. I don’t see them as often but they’re odd, to say the least. Makes me think of footage taken after a tornado, when houses are all blown apart and random things are left standing, like chimneys and garden walls. Those ones freak me out more that the normal ones because I can’t really write those off as easily.’ I don’t scare very easily, like most of us who work out here, but that idea stuck with me, and it bothers me. I’m going to try and find more out about them. He also mentioned how many people were bothered by the guy with no face. He got really excited and told me he’d seen something similar. ‘I was out on a training exercise a few years ago. I was camped out in my tent and I heard someone walking around outside of camp. We’re told not to wander far, which you know, so I wondered if maybe it was a rookie who’d gotten up to pee and couldn’t find his way back. Remember that guy in our group a few years back who almost fell of the damn mountain? Well I’m paranoid about that happening again, so I got up to see what was going on. I went to the edge of camp and I called to whoever it was and told them that camp was this way. But they kept going back out into the woods, so I went after them. I know it was stupid but I was half-asleep and I just really didn’t want to deal with some idiot getting hurt. I followed this thing on a dead-straight course for about a mile, and then it stopped on the edge of a little river. I could see the outline of it because the water was reflecting the moon, and it looked just like an ordinary guy. He had a pack on, and it looked like he was facing me. I asked if he was okay, if he needed help, and he cocked his head like he didn’t understand me. I always have my pocket knife on me, and it’s got a little thumblight attached to it, so I turned that on and lit up his chest, so I wouldn’t blind him. He was breathing slow and deep, so I wondered if he was sleepwalking. I went closer and asked him again if he was okay. I moved the light up, and something didn’t seem right, so I stopped. He kept breathing in this real slow, deep breaths, and I sort of figured out gradually that that’s what was bothering me. It was like he was pretending to breathe, but not actually doing it. His breaths were too even and deep, and all his movements were exaggerated, like his shoulders going up and his chest moving. I told him to identify himself, and he made this muffled noise. I moved the light up and I shit you not, this guy had no face. Just smooth skin. I freaked out, and I sort of fumbled my light, but I saw him move toward me but he didn’t actually move. I don’t know how to explain it, but one second he was at the edge of the river and the next he was five feet from me. I never looked away or blinked, it was like he moved so fast my brain couldn’t keep up. I tripped and fell on my ass and I could see this line open up on his throat. It stretched up to his ears, and his head tilted back and he smiled at me with his throat. There wasn’t any blood, just this gaping dark hole, and I swear he smiled at me with this gash in his throat. I got up and I ran as fast as I could back to camp. I couldn’t hear him following me, but I felt like he was always right behind me, even though when I looked back I couldn’t see him. I calmed down when I got back to camp; the fire was still going and I guess that pack mentality of being with other people made me stop and breathe a little. I waited by the fire to see if he’d follow me there, but I didn’t hear anything else for a few hours, so I went back to bed. I know it sounds weird, but the whole thing was just so surreal that it was almost like I immediately wrote it off as my imagination.’

  • We were telling ghost stories one night before bed just to scare each other and poke fun at whoever got creeped out. Most of the time it’s the rookies, but one woman told a story that actually managed to get under my skin a little bit, and I know the same was true for others. She said it was true, but then again, every ghost story told around a campfire is true. Somehow, though, I don’t think she was making it up. It had that ring of truth that only really traumatizing events have. She said that when she was a kid, she and her friend used to go out in the woods behind her house a lot. She lived in northern Maine, where there’s a lot of dense, unpopulated national forest. She said the woods up there aren’t like they are here. They’re so thick in places that the trees block out the sun almost completely. She and her friend grew up there, so they weren’t scared of being out there alone, but they did always maintain a sense of caution in certain areas. She said it was never really talked about, but they always knew not to go more than a mile or two beyond their homes. The adults never said why, but it was an unspoken rule that no one ventured out that far. She and her friend made up stories about bears as big as houses that lived out there, and they used to scare each other by hiding and making growling noises while the other searched for them. She said one summer, there was a series of awful storms that blew down a lot of trees, and set one part of the forest a few miles behind her house on fire. Fire crews got it under control, but she said some of them came back ‘not quite the same.’ ‘It was like they’d been to war. You could tell who’d really gotten scared because they had the same look on their faces, I think it’s called shell-shock. My friend and I said they were like walking dead people. They didn’t smile or say anything if you went up to them, and most of them left town as soon as everything was over. I asked my parents about it, but they said they didn’t know what I was talking about. Once everyone was told the woods were safe again, my friend and I decided to try and hike out to where the fire had been. We didn’t tell our parents where we were going, and it was pretty exciting to think that we were disobeying them like that. We hiked out about two miles or so, and we started seeing burnt trees and stuff. I remember my friend got really upset because we found the skeleton of a deer curled up under a tree, and I practically had to drag her away. She wanted to bury it, but I didn’t want her touching it because its antlers were weird. I can’t remember why, I just remember thinking that there was something wrong with them and I didn’t want either of us going near it. The farther we went, the more burnt everything got. Eventually, there were no standing trees, and it was like being on another planet. Almost nothing green, just brown and black everywhere. We were standing there looking at it all, and we both heard someone shouting in the distance. I panicked because I thought it was my dad, and that he was going to tell me I was grounded. My friend broke off and went to hide behind a big rock, because she said she didn’t want to be caught out here. Her parents had forbidden her to come out in the woods at all, and she’d lied and told them we were going to a movie. I followed her, and we kept listening. I could hear this voice getting closer, and I realized they were calling for help. I thought maybe it was some hiker who’d gotten lost and needed directions back to town. That used to happen all the time, so I was used to helping people out. I heard him following my voice, so I kept calling out until I saw him running in the distance. He got closer and I could see that his face was all red. I told my friend to give me her pack, because she had a first aid kit. She made this noise like she was grossed out, and she asked if I saw his face. I told her to shut up, and I jogged up to meet him. I stopped about halfway and when he stopped in front of me I could see that his nose and lips and part of his forehead were all gone. It was like they’d been sliced clean off. He was bleeding bad, and I saw that the knees of his pants were red too. I took a step back but I was too scared to move much, and he grabbed my shoulders. It felt like I got a shock, and he jerked back. He started babbling, and I couldn’t tell what he was saying, except that he kept asking how long he’d been gone. He asked me where ‘his unit’ was, but I just shook my head. He looked me over and he saw my Walkman and he screamed. He just kept babbling and touching his face, and I realized he wasn’t wearing the right clothing. He had some kind of weird grey cloth jacket and almost formal pants on, and the jacket had these weird buttons and red borders on it. I kept shaking my head and I told him I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I went to open the first aid kit but he just screamed again and said the only thing I could really understand: ‘Don’t touch me! You’ll make me go back there!’ After that, he ran off, and I could hear him screaming the whole time. When I couldn’t hear him anymore, I turned around, and my friend was crying. I just turned around and started walking back toward town. She asked me over and over what had happened and who that was, but I didn’t say anything. When we got home, I told her I didn’t want to play in the woods with her anymore. We’re still friends, but we don’t talk about that guy. Not ever.’

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After reading through all of those, I sent them to my girlfriend, and her response freaked me out. After reading about the stairs on the first part, she told me that her grandma spoke of something similar. And when she told me, I realized there was also something similar to one other of those stories she hadn’t read yet too, and got even more freaked out. I believed the stories OP posted were real until the stairs thing began to happen, but then I heard this from a completely unrelated source and I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t know if they’re supposed to be real in first place, but well.

Anyway, I have to share that story. We’re Brazilian, and her grandma lived in a indigenous community in the Amazon at the time, towards the end of the 70s.

She lived near an igapó; Igapós are the parts of the Amazonian forest near the margins of the river, which get easily flooded depending on the season and are more like swamps than anything. Apparently, it’s really easy to get lost in those, and people did get lost often, and many of those had no idea what happened when they were found.

One of those was a man who left the community to check the fishing nets on the river, and no one saw him for two weeks. When they finally found him, he was just sitting in a canoe in the river. It was raining, so his clothes were rotten and the canoe was full of water, and he was trying to take the watter out using a bowl.

According to the man, he saw a set of stairs in the forest, and climbed it. After that, the only thing he remembers was sitting in that canoe, trying to take out the water, because there was a hole on it. Except there were no holes, all the water on it came from the rain, and the place he was dragging the bowl across was really worn out from so much dragging, like he was slowly digging through the wood. He claimed to have spent around two hours in there, when in reality had been two weeks.

She also said the man turned out to be really close to home, even though people were looking for him all over. He was found by a group of women who had gone to the river to do their laundry.

So yeah, not only the stairs in uncharted territory in the middle of the fucking Amazon, but also some sort of weird ass fugue state similar to KD’s.

Exactly one year after he was found, he woke up and couldn’t speak anymore. It was a small community and they had no doctors, so I don’t think they ever explained that. My girlfriend didn’t know if he’s still mute, or even alive anymore since it’s been almost 40 years. I don’t know what to make of that either.
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A few months back, while visiting gramps in Lillesand (southern Norway), we went hiking. Nothing big, just a walk and a picnic in some woods. With us were my niece and nephew, who are both quite young, so I joined them in Hide and Seek while the proper grown-ups had coffee and whatnot. Me and my nephew were first to hide, but we split up, and I ran alone quite a ways into a thicket of woods. And I found a staircase. Nothing remarkable, ridden with moss, and made from what looked like really old concrete with large pebbles of rocks in it. It didn’t really seem out of place at the time, but thinking back… Anyway, I decided it was fit for a hiding place, but after only a few seconds of squatting behind it, I got up. Stepped back. And couldn’t shake the feeling that I really shouldn’t be anywhere near it. I suddenly had this feeling of being severely unwelcome, and that I should get as far away from it as possible. So I ran the fuck back to my family and didn’t look back at it.

Like I said, I hadn’t thought about this until now, but thinking back it still gives me the same sort of… I don’t know, twisted, /wrong/ feeling.
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Back here in the Philippines, we have our own stories too and we have specific names for these entities. Filipinos call them “engkantos” (general name for forest spirits), “duwendes" (elves), “kapres” (no direct english translation but they are large, hairy, tree-dwelling creatures who for some reason smoke large cigars) and “diwatas" (fairies). The reason I mention them is because these creatures all have one thing in common. When angered or when they just wanna fuck people over for their own amusement, they trick people traveling in the forests or mountains. They make them get lost, forget where they are, make them go around in circles, make them get nauseous/sick or even flat out kidnap them. In this day and age, a lot of Filipinos still believe in these myths and so are wary when traveling in rural areas. Kids are always warned by the elders to be respectful and say “tabi-tabi po” when walking in the forests as a way of saying excuse me to the creatures that live there.

It always just fascinates me (and scares the hell out of me) that wherever we are in the world, all the stories and legends are similar. There are some things out there that we’ll never be able to completely understand.

Oh and that “crying on a loop” that was mentioned in Part 3? We have a story for that too. Legend calls them the “tiyanak”, a little demon baby that lures travellers with their crying. The unsuspecting traveller will find a baby in the middle of the woods and will feel bad for it and pick it up. Once you pick up the baby, it will transform into a hideous creature and will feast on your blood and guts.

We have a lot more mythical creatures but these are the creatures I’m most familiar with and creatures that seem to fit the theme of these stories.
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I was totally thinking about this when I was reading the series! You forgot the “manananggal” (which is a flying creature which halves her body and the top part flies away while the lower part stays hidden somewhere and “tiktik”, which I’m not actually sure of but apparently has a long tongue and targets pregnant women in their sleep.

Yeah, we Filipinos have a lot of those stories and we are indeed taught manners when going to a foreign and unknown territory.

Heck, I’m no longer in the Philippines but my manners like what engkanto said, I just don’t fuck around with the unknown. No pointing, no walking without saying excuse me in forest areas. Just no.

When I was a kid and was walking with my sister, she abruptly pulled me up as if to avoid stepping on something. Later we found out she saw a small man running near my feet and I almost stepped on it. I don’t know what happened, but she said the elf talked to her and she bent down to talk to him and she couldn’t stand up anymore. My parents later called this “ambularyo” which is sort of like a witch doctor, I guess. And I think they offered chicken/chicken blood.

I don’t know but my parents, specifically my dad was very superstitious and cautious. Even though I no longer am in the Philippines, I am still careful around forests or just plain new places. I’d rather be safe than sorry.
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I’m Native American, and my family has stories of seeing “deer people” walking along highways in remote areas in the middle of the night. There’s one where an uncle picked up a hitchhiker and the man was really quiet and didn’t say anything, and when he dropped the man off he realized the man had hooves instead of feet. Another where some cousins were driving and were going to pick up a hitchhiker, but they saw the hooves before they let him in, and they pumped the gas and drove FAST out of there…and the man with hooves took off after them, and almost caught up! Eep!

Also, I did a cross-country roadtrip by myself recently, and my little brother didn’t want me driving from Utah to Arizona by myself. He said, “There are skinwalkers out there in the desert. Witches. I wouldn’t drive out there by myself.” He’s had a no-face man come up to his car when he’s been parked and chatting with a friend. It came up to the window and peered in at him. Oy.
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It’s a shame how we all live in a planet where we were once surrounded only by woods. And now that we colonized that woods and made it into cities we cannot believe that this phenomena doesn’t respect boundaries or cultures. These creatures own the world quite much and we have disturbed them, disturbed their woods to live in cities. We shouldn’t be surprised.
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I don’t know about you guys but I live in borneo. It is basically tree all over. I read about the stairs and it is common here. Sometimes you’ll see a stairs, just old wooden chair, a really beautiful house, sometime fast moving people, amazingly beautiful girls taking their bath at before non-existing river or lake, and sometimes people talking around you. I’m familiar with the rain forest. I would know if there’s someone (real) near or if there’s a population nearby.

Those things I saw, hear, smell is from ‘bunian’ people. I don’t know what you call them there in America but it is similar like hobbit. They can show themselves if they choose to. Some are nice and some are bad. People do go missing sometimes. Usually they just disappear to the ‘bunian’ village. They often found confuse about time. Those death/missing person the SAR told about, it is similar with the death/missing person here. Long way from initial position, weird death, and disappear forever.

Piece of advice, don’t follow people you don’t know. Most people here get lost because the tried to follow the ‘bunian’. Unless you’re honestly lost on your on and someone told you to follow them then it is probably okay.
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I got lost once. I was in the mount massive wilderness in Colorado, and I walked about 100ft from camp to go to the bathroom.

I finished my business, and looked up, and I saw a shadow of something. Hell if I knew what it was. But it morphed. It looked like a bear at first, but its shape was masked by the shadow of a nearby tree. It expanded and then contracted into a standing figure. I ran as fast as someone can with pants around their ankles. Not surprisingly, I tripped. I landed flat on my face, and I knew that I was dead meat. I turned over, expecting to be face to face with my death. There was nothing. It was dead silent. I gathered myself, and stood up. I looked around, but I didn’t recognize my surroundings. I couldn’t hear camp, or see smoke from the campfire. All I could see was trees. I ran back to where I thought I had come from, but there was nothing. Terrified, I started running as fast as I could, looking for camp. I kept seeing the same rocks over and over, and tree formations even though I was running uphill. Then I stopped, because I heard a bird. It was distinctly loud, and it only chirped once. Not a whistle, just a chirp. A strange feeling washed over me. Like knowing that death is right behind you. Afraid to look back, I just walked toward the bird. After a few minutes, I found myself walking into the campsite. I looked up, and saw a tiny bird fly away from a solitary tree right in the center of camp.

Relieved that I was now safe, I turned and looked at the treeline I just emerged from. I saw the shadowlike figure, just standing. I blinked and it was gone.
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This story hits close to home…the bit about the bear figure morphing into a standing figure - I had something eerily similar happen that I still haven’t been able to rationalize and I don’t like to think about.

I used to live up near a large forest in northern california…I was kind of on the edge of the small town I lived in, I could walk a minute or two and be in a huge redwood forest. People would come and go up down my street into the forest, homeless transient types…it wasn’t unusual they had camps out there, they actually found a cabin someone built way out in the woods.

Anyway I was living in a two story house, the bottom was empty except for a water heater type thing…dirt floor. The second floor was were I lived, I had patio on the second floor probably 14 feet up off the ground. Back beyond that patio was my small yard and behind the yard was a clearing…there’d be deer back there. Lots of trees.

So one night I’m out for a smoke on my patio when I hear a bit of rustling…and it’s late, probably around 1-2am…I notice a light, and a figure hunched over moving around near my neighbors fence. I’m thinking it’s a homeless dude, probably nosing around in my yard which isn’t a great thing…so I kind of step out and cough to make my presence known. That’s when I realize - it’s too big to be a human. I mean…the proportions just weren’t right. It’s back was a little too long and the legs were just too…fuck I don’t know bent in a bit of a weird way. Suddenly in one strange fluid motion the figure turns around and makes eye contact with me, seemingly in an instant…I shit you not it’s eyes were glowing. A pale blue. This is when I realize I’m way out of my league and exposed on a shitty patio at like 2am facing some kind of bear demon and I want none of this, so without breaking eye contact I back into my house and slam the sliding glass door. But I’m still looking at this thing. It hunches over on all fours and looks bigger now, like a bear, and faster than I’ve ever seen anything move it fucking scales up my patio, bearhugging some of the wood, and is just kind of peering into my house through the sliding glass door - it’s eyes still glowing with that weird pale blue color.

Now I’ve seen enough horror movies to know when to bow out, so run back into my room and lock the door. My memory is really foggy after this and I honestly don’t remember falling asleep that night. So I’m a little confused as to what exactly happened afterwards. But it remains one of the strangest experiences I’ve had.

This is a bit of a late reply but…hoping somebody reads this.

What’s hard for me to shake is how quickly it moved and how…unreal the figure was. I swear the thing looked like a bear / kind of moved like one but was slightly bipedal and it’s head looked kind of human like. Plus it’s glowing eyes.
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I grew up in the woods, the house was a little distance from the road down a dirt track, nearest village had more cows, ducks and pigs than people 900 I think. Now that was rural France. And unwelcoming to outsider like us.

I grew up the youngest of three with quite an age gap, 5 years with my sis and 13 with my bro and my father passed away when I was 2 In other words, a lot on my own. But not always.

The memory got triggered by some details in some stories and installement 5 made it even stronger.

I spent all the time I could in the woods, building tree houses and what not, I covered a lot of distance on foot too. Well as much as 7-10 yo could.

My mum freaked out one day when I got home a bit too late, well past night time and allready had called some people to come look for me. “where have you been all this time?” I was a bit dumb founded, she had been crying a bit and there was my school teacher and the neighbour’s wife. I said I was sorry didn’t time go by.

The next day I apologized again and told her I was with a new friend and she must have freaked internally as I would. “who’s your friend?” she asked I said " Idon’t know, he doesn’t speak and he lives in the forrest. He gave me berries"

the berries, one kid mentionned berries and I could almost taste them again.

“if you don’t talk how do you know you’re friends” " because we think the same, we know without talking" she asked to meet him. Any concerned adult would I guess to make sure the kid isn’t lured in by some kind of weirdo.

I took her to the place i met him, by an old water reservoir where one of my cabane, hut, was. “he’s here but he says he doesn’t meet with tall people” “how do you know?” “we think together so I know when he knows” by then she figured it was a lonely kid with an imaginary friend or a made up story to say sorry. So we left it at that.

I met him again, the second time I didn’t get scared as I did the first time cause I recognized him, felt him coming like he kind of let me know he was approaching and he popped out of nowhere walking next to me. without a face but some kindness, the smile part of the last story brings that up in my memory.

I became was a regular occurance. he hated hunters that I knew, we did all we could to jeopardize hunts that is scare the game away.

And he would feed me, that freaks me out so much to remember that. he would stick the food in my mouth. I’m a half decent outdoor man and a lot I have learned from that age. Now it seems from him.

I had forgotten about that friend, until my mum told me the story some years ago and I too thought it was a fruit of my kidself imagination. until those stories made it surface it all.

An other thing, time fucking flew when with him, always had to run home and he always took me to places I didn’t know and never found on my own. I knew every tree and rabbit hole around there. That was some kind of hallucination I guess. Also he did not like the dogs much, he never was around when I took the dogs.
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Shit, finally some kind of paranormal stuff I can talk about! The no-face ghosts/ Egg ghosts are a common type of ghost in Korean folklore (I think they are in Japan and China too, but less popular there), and they are said to lurk forests or parks. They are said to be either death omens or just poor lost souls looking for their ‘face’.
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I did some hiking last year in very rural China, and was told to avoid “temple gates” that were out in the wilderness. They were associated with disappearances and other strange happenings. I’ve heard similar things about standing stones in the UK, and doorways in other places.
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I grew up in rural Japan, but the general rule is stay the hell away from any sort of entrance that shouldn’t be there. Temple gates, or Torii, and ropes with sashes should never be crossed, as they mark the boundary of where your domain ends and another’s begin. The times I have encountered them, it feels pretty obvious that you should stay away. It’s eerie.

Also don’t disrespect the forest while you’re deep inside of it. That is how you get spirited away, or kami-kakushi as it is called.
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I’m in the Philippines and based on my uncle’s story. (He was a scout ranger btw) A lot of his colleagues often remember him as an expert with navigating through forests and mountains (They say he has this strange 6th sense and instincts on where to go). My father once told me to avoid going up on “weird” stair-like objects in the middle of the forest. It can look exactly like normal stairs or just stones stacked up to each other in an unnatural way. There was even this one time that one of his superiors asked him to go with him to escort a lady out of camp to her home when the lady suddenly disappeared. They didn’t even wander too far away from their camp and they said the trail was too easy so they know that they can go back very easily but it turns out that their surroundings changed and they were lost. They ended up searching their way back and it felt like they only got lost for about a week or so until they met a strange old man and told them that they were trapped in an enchantment and needed to do some ritual to escape it. (I have to ask my Dad about it because I already forgot.) After that, they walked a few yards and discovered their way back to camp. They were told that they’ve been missing for 5 years but they didn’t look that they were gone for that long. My uncle was even suspected dead and the regiment gave up on searching for them and what’s surprising is, the forest is inside a very small island that they reclaimed from rebels and my uncle was assigned there for too long that he already knows the place like the back of his hands.
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Im fron the philippines too, and recently my brother went canyoneering with friends, and they got separated into three groups. The first group went ahead with the guide, my brother was in the second with a male and female friend, then they went over a bridge and realized they were going the wrong way, but when they went back their female friend disappeared. A while after they saw the third group go over the bridge, and my brother called them to get back and when they did, they said they were following the (previously mentioned) female friend and she was also gone when they went back. A few minutes later the female friend appeared, apparently annoyed and confused as to why she was left behind (she said was alone, catching up, the whole time my brother and his friends claimed to have been following her over to the bridge/wrong way) then the guide told them that those kinds of stuff happens. He also said that the day a trekking guide drowned in the river, the forest was unnaturally loud, drums and beats could be heard.
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We have a famous haunted forest in Romania, the Hoia-Baciu forest. I’ve never been there but people have been investigating it for a long time now and a lot of weird shit seems to happen in it. Everything from spirits, UFOs and magnetic anomalies has been discussed. The common agreement is that it is filled with portals to “the other side”, or it is one big portal in itself. People that go in it come out sick, nauseous and sometimes with burns on their skin. There are no strange material apparitions such as stairs or doorways , but people have reported tracks and shapes appearing on the ground in front of them, even though there is no one else there. Human silhouettes and disembodied human heads hanging on trees have also been rumored to watch those who enter the forest.
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Dering Woods in the UK. Dering Woods a.k.a. Screaming Woods sit just south of what is said to be the most haunted village in Britain, Pluckley. The woods get their name because of the blood curdling screams people sometimes hear coming from the forest late at night. Described as the most haunted woodland in Kent, Screaming Woods is said to be haunted by a highwayman who was captured by villagers, brought to the woods, pinned to a tree and killed with a sword, and a screaming man who is said to have fallen to his death. Here’s a post from an interesting message board thread where people are discussing Screaming Woods.

I was in pluckley and a group of friends and i deicided to go to deering woods (screaming woods) when we got there ther were birds singing and the atmosphear seemed quite happy we pulled up the other car in the car park left we got out the car and my friend noticed that the birds had stopped singing as we went into the woods you could have heard a pin drop we walked in up to half way towards the cross roads and us girls decided to come out so we went in to the car and the boys went bac in about 20 min later the boys came running out they got in the car started the car and turned it head on to the woods were my friends brand new car stalled head on and we saw this dark black mist coming towards us as if it was walking down the path (there was definatly something) we then went down to the black horse pub were we discussed the days ghost hunt a we always did and the boys said that it was only when they started getting close to the crossroads that it apperead so they ran out. we have talked to a few of the local people who have said that early in the morning you can here screaming coming from the woods.
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Here’s how It operates. The Vet at the training op (story 2) followed the lure alone (faceless backpacker) in the middle of the night a mile from camp? My god what an unfortunate choice. Don’t do that. Don’t ever, ever do that. Lucky to be alive. Balls the likes of which can be seen from space tho.

I’m going to speak this in clear English, explain It like you’re five. This creature is a predator, a meat eater & a trapper. It hunts, watches, waits, lures, pounces, you’re dead.

Don’t go into the woods at night. Don’t stray from your camp fire. Don’t take your eyes off each other. Stay away from wild berry patches and boulder fields. Don’t trek too loud. Remain steadfast. Never wear red (unless you’re trying to match the butcher aisle). Tallest man is the anchor, hikes at the back of the line, second tallest, front. Don’t take small children into the forest or the weak, elderly or limping. Hide your wounds. Keep your injuries, wounds, and blood covered. Burn bloody field dressings. Blood will only excite it.

You’re being stalked & lured into a trap. It’ll probably be death by suffocation or broken neck. Those that have felt like they were being followed, circled, watched, were being hunted. It deploys a remarkable and segmented method of capture. That ‘know they’re watching’ sensation’s Stage One.

Stage Two, somebody’s calling you.

Been trackin this thing at night, solo for years. Night affords me sensory advantages, improved hearing, smell, situational awareness. This has allowed me to counter-creep on it, triangulate it. Without light, I could only ever make out it’s shape, hieght. It’s never where I’ve positioned it, however. It’s moved. Invariably to reaquire it, all one has to do is turn around.
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Reading these stories brought back the memory of an event that happened a few years ago when I was a sophomore in high school. I still can’t explain what the fuck happened til this day. I shit you not, this story is true.

I lived in Ann Arbor at the time, not next to the University of Michigan but about 30 minutes from it. My buddy Matt and I lived in the same neighborhood in a little place called Pittsfield Township. There was a main road that our neighborhood went out to that connected to a few dirt roads that went on for miles, and interconnecting all these roads were thick woods that carried on. Now the trees in these woods weren’t super tall or anything but they were just tall enough that you could see them from our backyards. One day we both got the bright idea to go hiking back into these woods to explore whatever was in there. I (dumbly) wore shorts and flip flops and cut the fuck out of my legs and feet while walking through all the thorn bushes. We went about 5 miles back into the woods and what we saw was so strange. We found the remnants of an old house, like it had been built in the 50’s or 60’s. The house itself wasn’t there anymore but the remnants of the furniture, the old gas stove, the bath tub, the chimney, and an old Ford truck were there. It all seemed pretty cool until we came across this fucking staircase. Here was this old looking metal staircase. It wasn’t untouched like in these stores but just being by it gave both of us a weird feeling. The metal was obviously rusting all the way around this staircase and there was green mold and moss on almost every bit of it. My buddy got the idea to climb to the top of it and what happened next made us realize that we shouldn’t have come there. He climbed to the top and told me that he felt extremely nautious. He vomited all over himself and slipped off the top of the stairs. Luckily it was only an 8 foot drop so I was relieved that it couldn’t have hurt him too much, sadly I was wrong. Matt let out a scream of pain. I ran over to see what had happened. His leg was broken. Part of the bone was sticking out because he had landed hard on his feet. Luckily I always keep a pocket knife on me so I cut the sleeve off of his shirt, forced the bone back into his leg and tied the part of the shirt around his leg to stop the bleeding the best I could. I asked Matt if he thought he could walk, he let out another scream and said that he could try. We didn’t have any cell phones of our own and our parents couldn’t afford them for us otherwise I would have called 911. A split second after, Matt stopped talking and the woods became silent. I could hear a faint scream farther back into the woods that was identical to Matt’s except it was in a lower tone and had a wheezing to it. I asked Matt if he heard it too and he nodded. The scream came again and our fucking eyes got wide. We were terrified. I helped him up and there was another scream, it couldn’t have been more than thirty feet away. We darted as fast as we could away from that staircase. I had Matt’s arm lumped around me as I tried to half carry him while he hopped on his other leg. The screams got closer and closer. I gashed my legs on tree branches and more thorn bushes. I could feel blood running down my legs but we couldn’t stop running. Eventually the screams became more distant until we emerged from the woods and crossed the main road. We made it back to my house and called for an ambulance. When the EMT’s asked us what happened we could barely speak. All Matt could bring himself to say was “that staircase”. Our hair was standing up on our necks the whole fucking time. I’ve sinced moved far away from Ann Arbor and wish to warn anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to go into the woods. If you see things that seem out of place, run. I can’t believe I almost buried this memory but I’m glad I could share it since it sounds like a lot of other people have had similar experiences.
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I was out in the woods or near enough to them almost every day when I was younger, and I’ve got a few stories to reflect that.

The one that stands out the most is when I was about seven or eight. My friend (let’s call her S.) and I were out in my backyard, playing on this old swingset I had. It was a cloudy day, but sunlight peeked through sometimes. It was fall, cause I remember all the trees were half-bare, and the weeping willow was all fucked up (in my young eyes, anyway). Now, the swingset wasn’t far from the house. Close enough that mom could keep an eye on use while she made us lunch, and close enough that we could yell and get her attention. Moreover, when I say my grandparents live next door, I mean they live right the fuck next door. Plus, they have a front AND back porch, and they’re usually on one or the other (especially back then) so if we yelled, they’d hear us too.

Anyway, S. and I were swinging, having a grand old time, doing kid shit. I think we were about to play a game of Kim Possible when I got this feeling. I’ll never forget it. It was like someone poured cold water down my spine, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The way we were swinging, we were facing the back of my house. So, I turned, looking down across the field and at the woodline, and on my life, I saw a figure there, peering out from behind the trees. I told S. to look and she did, and she was freaked the fuck out as well. I don’t remember much about the figure except that I saw white, and it maybe was wearing bluejeans, and I couldn’t make out a face. At all. I remember staring at it and looking back at the house, freaked the fuck out, and when I looked back it was gone. Just gone, no trace, no nothing. It was fucking fall, man, we’d have heard if they were scrambling back up the hill or deeper into the woods or whatever, but we didn’t hear a sound.

Then again, we didn’t hear anything before that, either.

That was the only time I ever saw a figure like that in the woods, but I’ve seen some other shit that gave me the willies. Hiking with my aunt and uncle and occasionally, my cousin, I’ve seen some weird rocks, weird shit on rocks they attributed to early Native Americans. Riding ATVs with my dad, I’ve gotten the feeling of being watched, the feeling that if we got hung up there or stuck or whatever, we wouldn’t be getting back out. Ever.
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I grew up in Southern California. My parents, loving the land and the mountains, taught me to be respectful of the forest and trails. And I was and still am. My father taught me where the native burial grounds were, and I was always fascinated with those areas. I was in awe. They weren’t scary, and I always felt a sense of reverence and peace near them. I got older, I would often take our dogs out on the same trail…alone. The same walk. For years. It was a gorgeous view, and people were often on the trail. Sometimes I went towards the evening. Less people, more wildlife, my kind of time. Kites, Hawks, jack rabbits were normal sightings, with the occasional deer.

The trail I knew so well was out in the open for the most part. Trek down into a usually dry stream bed, up through a sacred oak grove and you were out in the open. Always make a little noise for the snakes, rattlers were aplenty where I grew up. The trail lead across a hillside, well carved over the years. To the left of you, steep hillside, dry grass, and chaparral. To the right, open rolling hills dotted with green sycamores indicating where water would be found when it rained.

My companions were two older dogs. They weren’t afraid of the local flora and fauna. Our eldest, Trooper, a german shepherd mix trotted along, our husky Hallie behind him. It was oddly quiet on the trails that afternoon. I remember there was a quick ear prick and I watched Hallie as if she was in slow motion. Hackles raised, bristling and snarling at something. Something was above us, on the hillside. I remember my heart felt like it bottomed out into my stomach as my head turned up to look. It was just like a car accident, where everything was in slow motion, I had a dawning realization as the hair on my neck and forearms stood on end as I stared up into nothing.

This is what a prey animal feels like. I’m being hunted.

I stared up into the brush, and while I couldn’t see anything, the sense of dread and fear was almost paralyzing. I remember that I made “eye contact” with whatever was up on the hillside, because I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. Whatever was watching me was intelligent, and exceptionally still. Never in my life had I wished more for another hiker to come around the bend.

I knew, that if it was a mountain lion, walking with my back turned was out of the question. Running was out of the question. Without taking my eyes off that spot on the hillside, I turned around to walk backwards away from the imminent danger facing myself and my dogs. I’m sure if anyone else had seen me, they would have thought me nuts, but I knew to keep a watch on the hillside, and listen carefully to my dogs and the surroundings.

Quite honestly, it was the longest quarter mile of my life, feeling the eyes on me, on the dogs and completely uncertain of what was tracking us. I spoke loudly, telling whatever it was that I could see it, that I knew where it was. Despite the fear, I attempted to exude as much confidence and aggression as I could. Ever so often, a slight slide of pebbles and grass crackling underfoot was my only indicator that it was still following us.

Only then, as the hillside curved away and the trail broke into the open section, did the dogs calm and the presence moved away and off into the thicker overgrowth, finally taking its eyes off me. I was glad I had a knife on me, but even more happy that I didn’t have to use it.

I always thought it may have been a mountain lion. Honestly, now I’m not so sure. Even if it was ONLY just a mountain lion, it was one of the most truly terrifying experiences of being out in the wild.

The most important thing I learned about that excursion: Never walk a trail and stare at your phone (this was before cell phones were common place on the same trail). Never be distracted. Trust your instincts. Trust your animals if they’re with you. ALWAYS carry a weapon.

It took me awhile before I felt comfortable going back to that trail. I took my husband down it, to show him exactly where the incident happened. He isn’t sure how I didn’t run away screaming. In response, I told him, “These are my woods. I know them, and I’m not going to be scared away from coming here.”
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I’ve been following this series with interest. I’ve always walked and camped in woods, forests, mountains, and moorlands alone, on both sides of the Atlantic. It’s a time to get my mind right. I’ve put up with the rest of humanity for 50 weeks of the year, so I want to get to a place where I see no one. I’ve been out in various wildernesses for most of my life – it’s where I’m at home, day or night. The cities are, to me, far more dangerous.

Odd stuff does happen though. I’ve had my share.

  1. Long time back, I was walking through the local woodland at night. This is a patch of ancient woodland. I heard a creaking sound, like one tree branch rubbing on another. Now this was weird enough for the hair on the back of my head to go up, because there wasn’t a breath of wind. Not even a breeze to stir the ash tree leaves. It was coming from the region of the very old badger sett. I circled round to the site, but saw and heard nothing. There was a feeling of depthless misery and fear that grew stronger as I got nearer, and the wrongness of one tree bough rubbing on another without anything to cause it was causing my instincts to suggest leaving well alone. So I left well alone for that night.

Next day I had a chat with the gamekeeper. He’s an old guy, in his 60s, and has been teaching me everything he knows since I was 11-12. Woodcraft, poaching (i.e. illegal subsistence hunting for the pot), and various other bits of rural skills. He knew I’d go poaching on his patch eventually, and told me “You know it’s my job to catch you”, with the subtext of “but I’d be disappointed if I do.” It’s finishing school, if you like. He reckons you can’t really learn this stuff unless you’ve got something to lose. In his case it was his liberty when he was a young man poaching for the pot, before he became a gamekeeper like his father. Later it was his life at stake when he was hunting the Japanese through the jungles of southern Asia. He’s good. He’s very good. For most people, first you’d know he was there would be if you turned round and found him standing there, as if he’d come up through the ground. So we spend my formative years playing cat and mouse. I’m out hunting for game, whilst he’s hunting me, and yes, he really is trying to catch me. It’s my job not to get caught, and to get some game for the pot. No he never caught me. Sometimes I practice by walking behind folks walking through the woods – 5-6 feet – before turning off to another path. They never notice me. Other times I sit silently by the side of a path as folks go by, scaring the local wildlife past me. They don’t know I’m there. As I recently remarked to my daughter, who is now learning this stuff, most people go through the woods – and through life – as if they’ve got a letterbox in front of their eyes. They’re blind to everything above, below, and to the sides of that letterbox, as well as deaf, and unaware of what’s behind them. They’re only half alive. For good measure their thoughts are on something in the past, or on what they’ll do, what they want, what might happen, in the future, but never in the Now. They get to the ends of their lives never having lived them to the full.

And that’s how I spend most of my time after school, weekends, and holidays, for about ten years; just learning and practicing.

Anyway, it turned out a young woman had hanged herself there the previous week. She tied a rope around a bough, stood on a stump, and jumped off. It wasn’t an easy death. The rope was just too long, the branch too flexible, and her toes were in contact with the ground. She took hours to die, rising and falling on her toes as she slowly strangled, until her strength gave up, and her sagging body weight did the rest. The scuff marks on the ground showed how she’d struggled as she hung and gyrated there, the branch rubbing against one that it crossed. The gamekeeper found her far too late, and had to cut her down.

I went back there that night – the feeling of misery and fear was just as strong. I sat down, and offered to help, and offered a blessing for her. Something my mother taught me; it’s an old tradition in her family, and something that she herself was taught. There were no problems after that.

  1. We had a night escape and evasion exercise in the Forest of Dean. The Forest of Dean is an ancient, ancient forest, a relic of the forest that covered this land when the glaciers retreated. It’s an old landscape, with an old pagan temple at Lydney. I suspect that the whole of this area, from the ancient forest right down to the temple of Aqua Sulis at Bath, was once considered a strange and sacred landscape.

Anyway, I got sent to watch for the hunters, because of my prior experience as a poacher So there’s me, crouching in shadow, the moon breaking through the clouds, watching, waiting for the signal to start the exercise, watching, waiting, for the hunters, and just becoming one with the woods, mentally blending into it, alert, and not thinking, aware of an owl in the tree above me, the patterns of light and dark, and the gentle wind. I was just another animal in the forest, both hunter and hunted. Well, this is just natural for me.

As I crouched there, I became aware of a blue light behind the trunk of an oak tree to my left. As I watched, it grew stronger, until a patch of light emerged where the branches forked from the trunk. Then it came down my side. Best I can describe it is a lizard, about 4-5 feet long, made of blue light. I watched with interest – I’d vaguely heard of such things, and they’re not known to be friendly to human beings. However, I was just another animal in the woods. I also knew that it meant that the hunters were not close. I watched. Suddenly its head perked up and it looked off into the forest – then it went out like someone turning out a light. At the same time I felt the presence of the hunters, maybe a hundred yards off. I reported back to the guy in charge of our team that the hunters were closing in.

The guy in charge – an officer in the Green Jackets – proved to be useless at this. Two of our number just disappeared. The hunters got them. No noise, no sight of them. Eventually, with the team getting panic stricken, he turned to me and said “Can you get us out of this?” So I did. The hunters were good, but I’d had a top notch teacher, and I’d been at this since I was 11-12. Even so, I had to be on my toes – they were the best I’ve come across. We didn’t lose anyone else though. I even considered ambushing the hunters, on the grounds that they now had no idea where we were, but I knew where they were. I could feel them. The rest of the team didn’t feel up to this though, so we settled for simply heading for our allocated destination. I figured that the hunters, having lost our trail, would try to get ahead of us and ambush us near where they knew we had to go. It’s what I’d do. We therefore had to aim for working round them.

We were now an hour or two into the exercise when there was an almighty scream from someone in one of the other teams further over in the forest. My first thought was “Oh god, someone’s got hurt.” The signal went to call in all teams – exercise aborted. We all headed back.

They dragged a guy into a ring of headlights. I’ll always remember the scene. He lay on the floor on a foetal position, whimpering and shaking. I recognised him – a 20 year man in the Royal Marines. Tours of duty in Ulster, active service in the Falklands, that sort of thing. He’s known as a solid man, lots of combat experience. Now he lay on the floor, not physically hurt, whimpering inarticulately and shaking, obviously terrified. It took something like half an hour before we got anything other than animal-like whimpering out of him. It was a good hour before we got him on his feet with two guys supporting him, him walking as if his legs couldn’t take his weight, and sat him down in one of the cars. He was white, and still shaking. Unless I miss my guess, he was mentally scarred for life. Possibly even broken. Someone passed him a coffee, and he gulped it down. Someone else passed him a cigarette. He had great difficulty lighting it because his hands were shaking so much, so someone helped him. They tried to get out of him what had happened. All he’d say was that he’d seen something. They tried pushing, to find out just what it was that he’d seen. He just shook his head. I kept my peace and drank me coffee, but I had a good idea what it was that he’d seen. Like I said, they don’t like human beings. Partly I figured that no one would believe me. Then again, there was the possibility that, right then and there, they might well, at which point there might be panic.

The exercise was supposed to go on for several more hours, but that was it. Folks – well apart from me – were a bit rattled. You’ve never seen folks get into cars so quickly and leave, whilst trying to put on an air of everything being alright.

Some time later I mentioned what had happened to one of the locals. They went a bit quiet, then remarked, “We don’t bother them, and they don’t bother us. It does no good to ask what they are.”

Why didn’t it go for me? I guess that mentally I was just another animal in the woods, no different in mindset to a fox or a cat. They don’t pay animals much mind.
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Hey idk if you’re going to find this relatable but these “creatures” or whatever “it” is…is found in many different cultures. I’m not religious but they are mentioned in the Islam and in the quran as Djinns. Like creatures made of “fire” or modern day plasma. And they feed on flesh and bones. And can disguise themselves in human like form, or animal form to lure their victims. They’re found in remote areas like deserts, mountains, forests, and the sea. My grandma used to tell me stories about them and even though they used to scare the shit out of me when I was younger I stopped believing in all that stuff. But reading your storied reminded me of what my grandma used to warn me about. Like not playing by trees after dark and stuff like that. But you should really research djinns. Because apparently they’ve been around for thousands of years and kind of exist their their own realm in a way. Idk if I believe or not but I found it relatable also spooky lol. But they say there are good djinns (pronounced jinn) bad ones. Good ones like the genie Aladdin had. But bad ones like kind of like demons that are mentioned in the bible too. It’s just weird to think these stories are told in all different countries and cultures. I would love an update soon though! Great job!
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After reading all of these stories I have to share my own. When my experience happened I was currently with a Civil Air Patrol squadron in Alaska. Sometimes we’re called to help with a SAR mission, usually for aerial recon, but sometimes on rare occasions we actually get into the woods and help out the SAR officers. We were looking for a kid around the age of 6 who got separated and was missing for about an hour before we got there. The parents explained that they heard some say, “Hey! Excuse me!” from behind them. They both turned to find no one there and their kid gone. My crew found his trail about 30 minutes later with the help of a dog and we followed it off the path. But it was strange because it was so straight, like he knew where he was going, and it was very well defined, as if he was leaving a trace to follow. Not to mention his trail was a mile or so down the path from where he disappeared. We followed the trail into woods and after about half a mile we came across this small clearing, and at the edge of this clearing was a dark stained Victorian staircase. I thought that this was incredibly weird, but I got no particular feeling from it until one of the guys in my group walked right up to it and climbed the stairs without saying a word. All of the sudden the bottom of my stomach dropped and I screamed for him to get down. As soon as he stepped off the stairs the dog sat down, and the trail disappeared. We knew exactly where we were and where the trail was when we entered the clearing, but it just vanished as if no one came through. Not even our own tracks were there. We never found the kid, until months later when a hunter was flying back from his post in the woods saw a yellow piece of cloth on the top of a tree. He called the SAR base and we found the kid. Except he was about 30 miles from the park and looked as if he had fallen from high altitude because his body was impaled by the tree, but found at the base of the tree. He was still warm when they got the helicopter there and removed his body. From what I notice, the stairs are tied with the events that happen, not simply because the no face man or any of those strange phenomenon are in the forest, but because they are triggered with the physical contact of the stairs. If I had known not to touch the stairs I would’ve told my crew member to not climb up the stairs. Maybe we would’ve found the kid alive that way. Parks seriously need a sign that says to stay on the path and not to approach staircases.
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I used to live in this very small town in Iowa, only 3,000 people and the entire town was surrounded with dense forests. There was large wooded area that had many hills in my backyard that went on for nearly a mile before it tapered out into my neighbors backyard. When I was about ten my parents would let me and my sister walk through the woods to get to my neighbors. But we always had to be home by dark, and we were never allowed to walk off the trail. One day, my sister, my neighbor and I walked off the trail, because as I said, we were kids and didnt know any better. We walked for a long time before we saw a fucking staircase at the top of a hill. It looked like it literally came out of a house. It had carpet and everything. When we got to the top of the hill we smelled horrible rotting flesh. There was a dead deer right in front of the first stair. It couldnt have been there more than a day, but usually bugs and smaller animals would be eating the body, but nothing was near it at all. At that point we were really freaked out. Then i had this horrible feeling in my stomach, and my ears felt like they were popping and ringing at the same time. I turn to look at my sister and shes bawling, but I cant hear it. I see my neighbor start running away, so I grab my sisters hand and start running back towards my house but She kept pointing behind us, and when I finally looked back and all I saw was a dark shadow, but it looked like it was floating after us a lot faster than we were running to be honest. about halfway down the hill we fell and started rolling. When we got up at the bottom of the hill the ringing had stopped, and my stomach didnt hurt anymore. When I asked my sister if she was ok, she said that “it” had tried to grab her arm, and thats why we fell. She said it hurt really bad, but I was a kid so I didnt know what to do, so we ran home. Her entire forearm was crushed. We never went back, and we still don’t talk about it
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I hike alone often. I’ve been warned by old Indians of these dangers. I run marathons and trail run 10k mountains to give you an idea of my physical. One of my encounters I was on a 26mile hike to summit a 5,500+ mountain. There is a section where the forest comes alive and you have that feeling that something is watching you. The birds are absent and the forest is quiet. Close to the last mile, this thick fog rolls through. Ive been told they travel in the fog and to be careful when unusual fog comes. The whole time I have a feeling someone is stalking me. As I near the top this bone aching fatigue washes over me. I don’t know why I’m tired all of a sudden. I start to hear this whisper in my head, over and over again, “Rest for a moment…take a nap at this tree. Rest…” I am shaking this fatigue off as I summit. I’m the only person there and still foggy. The suggestion comes stronger. It feels like a warm comforting blanket as I entertain the idea. “Rest for a bit hihoesilver…just a few moments, you will be refreshed…come sit down next to this tree…rest…” It was so enticing and alluring. But the back of my mind I had this vision replaying of waking up and this black beast was eating me alive. But sleep was so inviting. As im fighting this trance, the sun breaks through the fog for a few moments. I feel revitalised as I soak in the sun. That foggy warm blanket dissipates. It was only out for a few minutes and the fog crawls back and covers the sun. As the whisper comes back slowly, luckily 2 hikers came to the summit. The whisper and fatigueness disappears again. I chat with them for a bit then head back down. I ran about 10+ miles back to the parking lot with no incidents. Never had a feeling like this before.
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Part 6

It’s been way too long since I posted an update, and I’m sorry about that. There’s also been some confusion about the new formatting requirements on the board, which I’ve cleared up. So these next few stories are going to be posted a little differently! They’ll be in chronological order, and I’ll do my best to tie them into each other as much as I can so it doesn’t skip around too much.

When I started out as a rookie, no one had told me a lot about the job in terms of weird things that could happen. I’m assuming this was largely to prevent me from freaking out and abandoning the park. But a few months into my service, when I was still a rookie, a friend and I were drunk at a party, and he opened up a bit: “Yeah, it can get a little crazy out there, I guess. I think the worst are the ones where people die when they just shouldn’t, you know? Or when we find ‘em dead like ten minutes after someone says they saw them last. ‘They were fine when I passed them on the switchback, I swear!’ That sort of shit. Like, take this guy who I found one spring out on a really popular trail. Someone comes into the VC freaking about about some guy who’s lying in the middle of the path in this giant pool of blood. So we run out there, and we find this guy dead as a doornail. Which he absolutely should be, because the back of his head is like mashed potatoes. The skull is decimated, brains are leaking out like custard filling, and they guy’s old so you figure yeah, he probably fell and hit his head. Old people fall all the time, it’s no big deal. Except that this area where he fell doesn’t HAVE any big rocks. There’s not even any stumps or big branches. And on top of that, there’s no blood trail, so he clearly died where he dropped. Now that’s when you’d turn to murder, but there were people just out of line of sight with the guy. If someone came up behind him and murdered him, there’s no way someone wouldn’t have heard. And again, even if someone had, there’d be a blood trail, spatter all over the place. But everyone on the scene said it looked exactly like he’d fallen and smashed his head on a rock. So what the fuck did he hit his head on? And then there was this lady I found in a different park about five years ago, back when I was upstate. We found her in the middle of a stand of big junipers, curled around the trunk, like she was huggin’ it. We pick her up to move her, and a fucking waterfall comes out of her mouth, splashes all over my shoes. Her clothes are dry, and her hair is dry, but the amount of water in her lungs and stomach was phenomenal. Unreal, man. Coroners report? Says the cause of death was drowning. Her lungs were completely full of water. This, even though we’re in the middle of the high desert, and there isn’t a body of water for miles. No puddles, no nothing. No signs of anyone else being out there. I mean yeah, it’s possible they were murdered. But why go out of the way to do it like that? Why not just stab 'em and be done with it? I dunno, it just sits weird with me.”

Now of course, that freaked me out a little. But we were wasted, and I guess I sort of wrote it off as a fluke. I also assumed there was exaggeration there, since, you know, we were wasted.

Now, I don’t like talking about this next case very much. It was an awful one that I’ve done my best to forget about, but of course that’s easier said than done. This happened about six months after the conversation with my friend at the bar, and up until that point I hadn’t had a lot of really weird shit go down. A few things here and there, and of course the stairs, but it’s amazingly easy to get used to stuff like that when it’s treated as if it’s normal. This case was a little different.

A guy with Down’s Syndrome in his 20s went missing after his family lost sight of him on a major path. That was odd in and of itself, because this guy never left his mom’s side. She was absolutely convinced he’d been kidnapped, and unfortunately a Ranger who isn’t with the park anymore insinuated that no one was going to kidnap someone… well, with that kind of disability. Not very tactful, to say the least. We wasted a lot of time trying to calm her down enough to get information about him, and then we put out an official missing persons call. Because of the urgency of the situation, him being mostly unable to function alone, we had local police come in and help us. We didn’t find him the first night, which was heartbreaking. None of us wanted to think of him being alone out there. We assumed he’d just kept wandering, and was staying ahead of us. We brought out helis the next day, and they spotted him in a little canyon. I helped bring him back up, but he was in bad shape, and I think we all knew he wasn’t gonna make it. He’d fallen and broken his spine, and couldn’t feel his lower half. He’d also broken both his legs, one at the femur, and he’d lost a lot of blood. He was confused and scared while he was alone, so he’d probably exacerbated the injuries by dragging himself a little ways. I know it sounds awful, but while I was riding in the copter with him, I asked him why he’d wandered off. I just wanted something to tell his mother, to let her know it wasn’t her fault, because he was fading fast and I didn’t think she’d get to ask him herself. He was crying, and he said something about how ‘the little sad boy’ had wanted him to come play. He said the little boy wanted to ‘trade’ so he could ‘go home’. Then he closed his eyes, and when he woke up again, he was in the canyon. I’m not sure that’s exactly what he said, but it was what I thought the gist of it was. He kept crying, asking where his mommy was, and I held his hand and tried my best to keep him calm. ‘It was cold out there.’ He kept saying that. ‘It was cold out there. My legs was frozen. It was cold out there. It’s cold in me.’ He was getting even weaker, so he eventually stopped talking, and he closed his eyes for a while. Then, when we were about five minutes from the hospital, he looked right at me, with these big tears running down his face, and he said ‘Mama won’t see me no more. Love mama, wish she was here.’ And he closed his eyes and he just… never woke up. It was horrible, and I don’t like talking about it. That case was one of the first ones that really rattled me badly.

Because of how badly it affected me, I reached out to a senior Ranger, and who ended up helping me through it. As time went on, and we got to know each other better, he ended up sharing one of his own stories with me. It was disturbing, but it helped to know that I wasn’t the only one affected by the things going on out there. “I think this must have happened before you got here, because I think if it had happened while you were here you’d have remembered it. I know it didn’t end up in the news, for some reason, but I think most people who’ve been here long enough know about it. The park sold off a portion of land to a logging company, and it was a really controversial thing. But it wasn’t that large or old of a plot, and it was right after the recession, so we needed cash bad. Anyway, they were felling this plot of land, and we get a call that we need to get our supervisors out right away. I don’t know why, but they ended up sending me and a few other guys along with the heads, I guess for power in numbers, to see what was up. We got there, and all these guys are crowded around a tree that they’ve just cut down. They’re all pissed off and freaking out and the foreman comes over and says he wants to know what we think we’re up to. “What the hell y’all think this is, some kinda sick joke? You’ve got a lot of fuckin’ nerve pulling this shit, we bought this land fair and square!” Well we don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, so he brings us over to this felled tree and points at it and tells us that when they cut it down, it was just like this, and they’ll be damned if they put it there. The inside of the tree was all rotted out and hollow in one spot, and when they’d cut it down it had exposed that chamber, and inside it is a hand. Like a perfectly severed hand. And looks like it’s actually fused with the inside of the tree. Well now we think THEY’RE pulling a joke, so we tell them that we don’t like being fucked with, and we start to leave, but they tell us they’ve already called the cops, and that they’ll go right to the media if we don’t stick around. Well that gets the heads’ attention, so they stick around and talk to the police about it. Everyone is denying that they put the hand in there, and besides, how would anyone have even done it? It’s clearly a real hand, but it’s not mummified or skeletal. It’s brand new, probably not even a day old. And it is definitely fused with the wood, you can see that it’s coming right out of it. The loggers, they insist that they didn’t put it there. Somehow, this fresh human hand ended up fused to the inside of this living tree. The cops have them cut up that section of tree into a movable chunk. Then they take the hand away, and the area is closed off. There was a pretty big investigation, but I know they didn’t find get any answers. Now it’s become this legend, and as far as I know we haven’t sold any more property for logging.”

As you all know, I went to a training seminar recently, and heard some amazing and horrible things there. One of the guys I talked to while I was there told me a story when we were all around the campfire one night. We were both pretty drunk, you’ll see a pattern here, and we were swapping stories. He told me this one: “Me and another guy were out on a field search because some campers reported screaming noises at night. So we head out there to look for whatever fucking mountain lion has wandered into the area, and I’m pissed. We’ve had three of them show up in the camping areas that year alone and I’m getting tired as hell of constantly having to deal with them. Plus, I just don’t like them anyway. They’re a pain in the ass and they’re loud and they scare the shit out of me. Fuckin’ cats. Pieces of shit. I’m groanin’ about it to the guy I’m with and he thinks it’s a real fuckin’ riot. So we’re seeing all these broken branches and what look like dens and we’re pretty sure we know where this thing is. I call in and they tell me to confirm if possible, which you know just means they want to you to step in a big pile of shit and use that as proof. I’m not seeing any, though, so I basically just tell ‘em to shove it, I’m done. We know that damn thing’s out here somewhere, even if I’m not stepping in its shit or inside its mouth or whatever. Guy I’m with wanders off to take a piss or whatever, and I stay behind watching this little burrow under a tree to see if maybe a fox or somethin’ is living under it, ‘cause I love foxes, man. They’re cute as hell. But anyway, I’m watching this tree and I start hearing branches crackling and it’s coming from the direction my partner went opposite of. Now I’ve got my pistol, but you and I both know that’s not gonna do shit against a cat. I cock it and holler for my partner to get his dumb ass back, but he’s too far and he can’t hear me. I stand up and get my sights on where the thing is approaching, and I shit you not, man, I just about peed myself. This guy is coming toward me, and he’s back-flipping through the fucking woods. Like, instead of walking, he’s doing these crazy fucking back-flips, and I swear to God he cleared every fucking log and bush in his path, it was like he knew right where he was going. I yell at the guy to stop right where he is, that I’m pointing a gun right at him, but he keeps coming, and I just kinda lost it. I shot at the ground in front of him, and it was a dumb fuckin’ thing to do, but man I didn’t want this guy anywhere near me. When I fired, he was about fifty yards from me, and as soon as the gun goes off, he whirls around and goes off, back-flipping back into the woods. My partner hears my gun go off and runs back and asks what’s up, and I tell him there’s some fucking weirdo out here hopped up on God knows what, and we need to get the hell out of Dodge. I let the cops know what happened, and I didn’t get in any trouble for firing, but man, I don’t know what that motherfucker was on but I’ve never seen anything like that before. Shit was absolutely butt-fuck crazy.”

I think we can agree that there’s stuff going on out here in the woods, and while I’m not going to spout off about what it could be, or offer any theories, what I want people to take away from all of this is that it is so damn important to be safe when you’re out there. I know a lot of you think you’re invincible, but the fact is that you CAN die out there, or be hurt, or go missing. It’s easier than you’d ever imagine.

I apologize for this relatively short update, guys, I will do my absolute best to continue this series as soon as possible. Thanks for all your continuing support, it means the world to me!

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I’ve been reading a lot of stories talking about experiencing that seemingly random feeling of terror in the certain areas of the woods and I thought that some of you might be interested in hearing one from the Australian bush.

As a starter it’s also interesting to note that I have heard stories from Australian Aboriginal folk lore that describes malevolent spirits (which I cannot for the life of me remember the name of, and I couldn’t find anything about them online as a lot of Indigenous tribes’ stories are passed down by just telling them, not writing them down) which live in the bush, and are always just out of sight, watching you, judging you. These spirits are their explanation for that weird feeling of being watched you can sometimes get in the bush. Anyway. Back to the story:

As far as Australians go, I’m not the most outdoorsy, but I did spend a fair bit of time as a kid camping with my rather large extended family. As soon as I read these stories I remembered this one time when I was about 7 or 8 when I went camping at this particularly isolated place next to a river with aforementioned large family. Despite it being pretty deep bush land, the adults pretty much just let us kids roam about and explore as far away as we wanted. They figured we were smart enough to look after ourselves even though it was more likely than not that we would run into snakes and other less cuddly wildlife.

Me and two of my cousins- who were barely older than I was- decided to take the canoe for the day, and we set off up the river to see what was around. We had already explored around our camp site, but that afternoon we decided to venture a bit further downstream.

We were paddling along when I caught sight of this little creek which ran off the main river that apparently couldn’t be seen from upriver, as we had all never seen it before. I swear that we all saw it at the same time, and without discussing it decided to go down it. Why? Because at the end of that creek was the most stunning scene: trees illuminated in rich, golden sunlight which somehow didn’t reach the rest of the area, leaves floating lazily on a breeze which we couldn’t feel- in short, it looked like paradise. And the general feeling upon seeing it was just this compelling urge to go there. So we steered our canoe into the creek entry and suddenly I felt this overwhelming terror rise up inside of me, and I screamed for us to stop, to go back. It felt sick and dangerous and wrong, and I can remember how the further we got towards that pretty scene, the colder it got, and that golden sunlight faded. Like a lot of other people have described, all sounds became muffled, and it felt like we were in this heavy trance. Our canoe got suddenly got stuck between some rocks and we all jumped into action, trying to get out of there. As we tried to drag canoe out of this god-awful place it either became really heavy or we had just become weak, and we kept screaming out for someone to help us. After what seemed like ages and a huge effort we finally got out of there and paddled back to our camp as fast as we could.

The adults appeared surprised when we returned, terrified and shaking. When we asked them why they hadn’t come to look for when we had been screaming out for so long, they looked completely confused and told us they hadn’t heard a thing, and that we hadn’t been gone for more than 15 minutes. I realise the mind can play tricks on you in times of panic, but before this incident we had spent the day exploring a lot of other places and even gotten lost for a while, so were under the impression that we had been gone for at least a few hours. I also found it strange that they couldn’t hear our screams, as this creek wasn’t that far from camp, and you can hear a lot in the bush when there’s nothing else around.
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Part 7

One of the topics that I get asked about a lot, here and in real life, involve things like The Rake, the Wendigo, and other related legends. I can’t honestly say that I know a lot about any of them, but based on some light reading I did I can say that I’ve heard stories that seem to be loosely related to them. You’ve heard the old adage that legends like that come from somewhere, and I’m sure that’s true, but as you all know I do try to take things with a grain of salt. You have to, out here. It’s sort of like working in a hospital, I’d imagine. You could spend all day thinking about how many people have died there, and how there are probably ghosts, or whatever you want to call them, all over the place, but it doesn’t do you any good. It just makes it harder to do your job. I think a lot of us feel that way, and that’s why we try to just go about our work like everything is fine. Once you get paranoid, there’s not really any going back, and a lot of cadets quit because of it. My park especially seems to have a high turn-over rate because the cadets graduate and get so freaked out about everything, and they can’t seem to let it go. You have to learn to internalize things and shut off.

I’ve talked to K.D a bit about her experience, because I wanted to know what she thought about the Wendigo. She didn’t really have anything in particular to say about it, aside from that she didn’t want to think about it that much, but she told me a friend of hers had had something similar happen. I contacted this person, H, over Skype, and they agreed to talk to me a bit. They’re aware of my work here, and they’re fine with me posting the story exactly as they wrote it:

"I grew up in Central Oregon, and there’s a reservation called Warm Springs about two or so hours from where I lived. I only mention that because a lot of people in my area have friends there, and a lot of the land in that area belongs to that tribe. When I was a kid, we used to go camping up there. Not on the res, of course, but in that area, and I met a lot of kids who grew up there. I got to know one kid really well, his name was Nolan, and we ended up hanging out a lot when our families were in the area. Our folks got to know each other so we’d all get in touch and camp out around the same time. We’d camp for about two weeks, so we were out there for a long time. [I asked him if he camped in an RV.] Yeah, my dad had one, so I guess it wasn’t really camping but we’d take our tents and stuff and set them up out away from camp most nights. I didn’t like sleeping in there because I like being outside. [We talked for a bit about camping]

So anyway, sorry, one year Nolan and I were out there, I think we must have been like twelve or so. We wanted to go out and camp near the river because we wanted to try night fishing, I think we must have been about a third of a mile from the main camp. Far enough away that we couldn’t hear or see anyone else, I remember that. We were messing around most of the day, I don’t really remember much about it, but we ended up building a fire at some point and I was really impressed because he had this flint or something that he used to start it. I’d never seen anyone do that before so I thought it was pretty cool. I got him to teach me how to do it and we lit some stuff on fire, which looking back was really stupid because it was the middle of fucking summer, and if I remember right the fire warning was either at yellow or orange. But thankfully we didn’t start anything major, and when it got dark we sat around and talked about whatever it is twelve year olds talk about, I don’t really remember. What I do remember is that at some point, he looked over my shoulder at the river and asked me if I could see something.

The way our camp was set up, we were about ten feet from the river, and we were at the widest point, so it was probably about twenty feet to the other bank. It gets hot up there in the summer but the water’s still cold, which is important.

I look over my shoulder and I could see something wading into the river on the other side. From where we were it looked like a deer but we couldn’t really tell because of the fire. I got up to look closer and I saw a pair of antlers, so I figured it was a buck. But I thought it was weird that it was wading into the water, and it was definitely heading for us, and I asked Nolan what he thought we should do. He’s looking at the fire with this weird expression and he tells me to sit down and shut up, so I do, because I’d never seen him act that way before. He’s whispering at me to ignore it, and to just keep talking like we were but I couldn’t think of anything to say. He was saying something about an episode of some show, but I could hear the deer coming through the water, so I wasn’t really paying any attention, and I kept trying to see over his shoulder, but every time I did he’d sort of hit me on the arm and make me look at him. I wasn’t really scared, I remember, I was just sort of confused. But then I hear the deer come out of the water, and I could kind of make out what it looked like, and I realized it wasn’t a deer because whatever it was was walking on two legs. I started to get up, I was super freaked out, but Nolan just yanked me back down and talked louder about this television show, and I could tell he was just as scared as I was, probably even more. He leaned in and poked the fire with a stick, and he whispered that whatever I do, I can’t speak to it. I could see it come closer, and it stood right behind Nolan’s back. I was about ready to pee my pants, and I think I’d probably have run if I’d been alone, but I didn’t want to leave Nolan, so I kept sitting really still and sneaking glances at it. It wasn’t that tall, but the way it carried itself was just wrong, like its center of balance was screwed up. I can’t really describe it, but it was kind of like it kept shifting too far forward. It just stood there behind Nolan for a long time, and eventually Nolan ran out of things to say and we just kind of sat there for a second. The fire was making noise, but I thought I could hear this thing talking in a really low voice. I couldn’t hear what it was saying, and I leaned forward a tiny little bit, and I actually DID pee my pants when it leaned forward too. I couldn’t see its face, but I saw its eyes.

They were cloudy and milky, and if you want to know what they looked like, find that scene from Lord of the Rings where Frodo falls in that lake and all the dead people are floating toward him. That’s what its eyes looked like. So all I saw were these two white eyes floating above Nolan’s head, and the really vague shape of the antlers coming out of its head. I don’t know what my face looked like but at exactly the same time Nolan and I fucking booked it out of there, and we ran non-stop until we got back to the main camp. My pants were soaked with pee, so I took them off as we were running and threw them in the bushes. We both stopped once we were in front of my dad’s RV and we couldn’t see anything chasing us, so we stood there and caught our breath. I asked him what that thing was but he said he didn’t know. He said his grandpa had only warned him that if anything ever came up to him when he was out in the desert, he was never, ever supposed to talk to it or listen to anything it had to say. I wanted to know if he’d heard it talking too, and he said that the only thing he’d been able to understand was ‘help you’. I think we ended up sleeping in the RV with my parents, and the next night we went back out and didn’t see anything.

That does remind me, in a lot of ways, of the Wendigo legend. There’s a phrase used to describe it that I think fits perfectly, which is that the Wendigo is ‘the spirit of the lonely places.’ I know sometimes when I’m out in the wilds, where I know there’s no one around me for miles and miles, I get this weird kind of craving that I can’t really explain. I don’t know if it happens to anyone else, but it’s this desire to consume. It’s not like I crave anything in particular, but more of this weird, distracting hunger that comes from every part of my gut.

I also wanted to find out more about the faceless man, if I was able, and found a few similar things. I asked around my circle of friends, and one of them said when he was out doing repairs at a park in his area, he saw something kind of like that.

We were having dinner in town, five of us including myself. This guy, he was re-painting an information booth and heard a man ask him for directions to the nearest campsite. He didn’t turn around because he was up on a ladder, but he informed the man that there weren’t any campsites nearby, but that if he headed down the road about four miles, he’d find one at another park. He asked if he could be of any other help, but the man said no, and thanked him. My friend said he kept painting, but he was listening, and never heard the man leave.

“The second he came up and talked to me, the hairs on my neck stood up, but I wasn’t sure why. I just had this really uneasy feeling about the whole thing, and I wanted to finish painting and get out of there. I figured maybe part of it was that I couldn’t turn around to look at him, but something just felt off. There was also this weird smell floating around even before the guy talked to me, kind of like old period blood. I had looked around to see what was causing it but I didn’t find anything. So I waited for the guy to walk away, but I didn’t hear him leave, which made me think he was just standing there and watching me, so I asked again if I could do anything for him, and he didn’t answer. I knew he was there though, because I hadn’t heard him leave, so I did this awkward turn on the ladder to look down and see what he was doing. Now I admit it could have just been my brain fucking up, but I swear to you, Russ, for a split second when I turned around, that fucker didn’t have a face. Like he had no face. It was almost concave, and totally smooth, and I just about had a fucking heart attack because I couldn’t even wrap my brain around what I was seeing. I think I started to say something but there was this kind of ‘pop’ inside my head and suddenly he was just a normal looking guy. I must have looked weird because he asked me if I was okay, and I was just like ‘yeah, I’m fine.’ He asks about the campsite again and I point to where he has to go, and he’s like ‘I’m not from around here, can you help me get there?’ Now this is when I know something is really up because there’s no way this guy got out here and didn’t know where he was. And for that matter, there’s no car around, so how’d he get here in the first place? I said I was sorry but that I couldn’t take him anywhere in a company vehicle, and he’s like ‘please? I really don’t know where I am, can you come with me and help me get there?’ So now I’m seriously weirded out, and I start wondering if this is some kind of ambush or whatever. I told him I could call him a taxi to come out and take him where he wants to go, and I pull out my phone and he just goes ‘no’ and walks away really quickly. But he doesn’t walk out of the park, he walks back into the fucking trees and I got right in my fucking truck and start to get out of there, fuck the paint or whatever. I looked in my mirror to see where he was as I was leaving and he was standing right at the tree line again, I don’t know how he got there so fast, but this time I know that fucker didn’t have a face. He was just watching me leave, and right before I turned the corner he took a big step back into the trees and kind of dissolved, I guess. Maybe it was just dark so he blended in, but it felt more like he just melted away.”

Interestingly, right after this guy finished his story, someone else, piped up with another one, but with a slightly different twist.

“You know actually, I had something sort of weird like that happen a while back. I was out doing some trail scouting, and I was out in the middle of nowhere figuring out where we were gonna have this trail run through. I hadn’t seen anyone else for probably a good two hours, so I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, I was just looking at the ground for the most part. Then out of nowhere, I crested this little hill and almost ran into this guy. He was older, probably in his sixties, and I started to apologize to him for running into him. And then I noticed his face, and I probably looked like a complete douchebag because I stopped and just stared at him. It took me a second to figure out what was wrong, but this guy’s face was huge. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can describe it. His head wasn’t big or anything, it was normal, but the amount of space his face took up was just way too much. Like if you took someone’s face and enlarged it all by about two times. He doesn’t say anything, he just kind of looks at me, and I backed up and was kind of stuttering and saying I was sorry, and I went around him and fucking got out of there and did what I needed to do. The whole time, I kept looking behind me because I was so freaked out that he’d pop up behind me or something. I know it sounds ridiculous but I swear to you it was one of the creepiest things I’ve ever seen.”

I switched the topic to the stairs a little later, and there was a definite shift in enthusiasm. No one spoke up at first; there is a real stigma around discussing them, even when we’re away from work. But I broke the ice with a story of my own, and the guy who told the story about the faceless man told this one, albeit very quietly.

“Couple years ago, I was camping with my girlfriend, and were out about two miles from the road at this site I know. We went to bed that night, but we couldn’t sleep because-”

Someone interjected a funny comment, and we were dangerously close to going off on another subject, but I got us back on track.

“-yeah, really funny, you fucker. No, it was because we kept hearing that grinding noise. My brother used to grind his teeth in his sleep, and it kind of reminds me of that. My girlfriend was freaking out but I just kept telling her to ignore it because I’ve heard it before and you just have to ignore it. It goes away eventually, you guys know what I mean.”

We all knew what he meant.

“So eventually I got her to go to sleep, but I woke up probably two hours later because something was just off. I rolled over and she wasn’t there, and I kind of freaked out, because…”

He thought for a second and then he took a very long drink.

“Anyway, I ran out of the tent calling her name, but I didn’t have to go far. She was standing at the edge of the camp looking at something in the trees and I could see she was really pale. The fire was low but bright enough to see her. Anyway, so I ran up to see what was going on and she was dead asleep, but her eyes were open. She had this real spaced-out look, y’know. So I put my arm around her to lead her back, but she wouldn’t move. She just said really quietly something like ‘I have to go now, Eddie. I have to go, it’s here.’ I was like ‘you’re just sleepwalking, come back to bed’ but she wouldn’t budge. She just kept standing there and saying that she had to go. And I looked where she was looking, and there was a fucking staircase right there about fifteen yards away. Grey one, concrete. And she started to walk toward it but I yanked her back and that woke her up. She looked at me like I was fucking out of my mind, and she asked what the fuck she was doing out of the tent. I didn’t tell her anything, I just told her she was sleepwalking. The grinding was gone, so she just went back to the tent with me and fell asleep again. I don’t know… I don’t like thinking about it, y’know?”

We all knew.

“You guys remember that kid with… I can’t remember what it was, some kind of brain fuck-up, not Down’s but something like it.” Someone else brought up. “Well I got to read the report he gave when they found him a week after he went missing and it was fucked up beyond belief. I mean you have to take it with a grain of salt because who knows what that kid actually thinks is real, but some of this stuff, I don’t think he could have made up.”

"Like what?"

“Well first of all, he talked about the stairs. He said he’d been watching his dad build a fire and the stairs ‘came up to him’, and he had to go up them or something bad would happen. The cops couldn’t really understand what he was talking about after that, because he just kept saying ‘like the campfire’ over and over. And he kept mentioning sounds, but he couldn’t say what sounds, just that it was loud and he covered his ears so he couldn’t hear them. But the thing I remember most is that they asked him where exactly he’d gone, and he just said he was right there. He kept pointing at himself, and they said they thought that meant that he thought he’d never left. He said he wasn’t scared because the stairs were there and he said they talked to him, but not like people talk. Like I said, it was really convoluted and hard to understand, and I have a feeling the cops didn’t take most of it down. They ended up just saying that the kid had some kind of amnesia or fugue, and that they didn’t think foul play was involved. Doesn’t really explain why he came back a week later perfectly fine without a speck of dirt on him and well fed, but hey, what the cops say goes.”

There’s still a lot of questions I want to answer. I’ll continue to ask around and find out whatever I can. The next update should be soon, thanks for being so patient.

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Comments for Part 7

Is it not possible they’re gathering “information” about us? Like the ones with more victims are more complete, but not fully yet where they seem to understand emotion enough to make faces. Would explain the “blurry” guy and the hairy one. The black eyes too. The stag-like one simply didn’t have human kills, rather maybe it was a new one that’d killed non-humans. It also explains why the less complete ones go for weak people likes kids. An adult would know not to trust a blurry person, but may be fooled by the one with the on/off face.
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The stag like one can only survive by eating humans. According to the original story (plus the popular legend roots) is that a wendigo is something that used to be a man. Somehow, whether during a famine or for fear of starvation in some other way, it acquired a taste for human flesh. As a result it never could die, and its hunger comsumed its humanity till all that was left was a predator. So the wendigo prowls in the dark, calling to people who’ve camped or are hiking. It only has a passably human voice, so it lures them out, either impales them or eats them alive anyway. But it never stops being hungry.
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You know that when you see people in your dreams they are all people that you’ve seen before as your brain can’t make up a new person? I thought that maybe the thing does this too. That it tries to remake a person that it has already seen once and which even could be one of its victims.
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My Father in law grew up on the outskirts of Willowcreek CA in the deep woods. He always gets drunk as hell around the campfire and starts telling his “forest stories.” Up until reading these riveting posts I just passed them off as him being full of it, but after these I asked him about some of the things and he just looked at me and said " you don’t even know the half of it, the forest is itself a predator and you respect and be wary of it at all times" one of the stories he told me unnerves me to this day. Like I said he grew up on the edge of town and his house butted right up to the thick dark woods and as a kid he and his brother would play around with out a care or fear all the time. Once when he was about 9ish and his brother was 11 they were just hanging out in the trees playing fort as they always did when there heard a whisper like “pssst, pssst” the noise you make to get someone’s attention but quietly, he said his brother got up then said “what” which inspired my father in law to join him to see who he was talking to. When he did he saw about three trees past him this face peaking out from behind a big redwood. He said at the time he wasn’t sacred of it just confused by it, he said the face had a neck but that’s all they could see the rest was well hidden behind the tree, he said it was a thin very pale face with black slick stringy hair and it was very asexual he couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl but he noted it had deep dark eyes almost to where you couldn’t see the whites. After his brother said “what” to it it smiled and tucked back behind the tree and then the part that freaked him out was that it popped back up behind a different tree nearly 50 yards further into the forest in less than a second! Being more curious than frightened he said they wanted to see how it did that and who it was so they followed it to the next tree, where it again smiled and disappeared only to pop up further into the forest, all this time he said they never saw its body or heard movement it would just appear. After a few tracks of following this creepy ass face my father in law said he stopped and looked around him and they had some how gotten to a place in the woods that they had never been before and that finnaly scared him, they were told to never get to places they didn’t know in the forest by their parents and he knew they had to get out of there. But when he tried to get his brother to go back home he was too focused on finding the face so he had to fight and pull to get him to pay attention but his brother was being stubborn and didn’t want to leave. So he just went and bit the shit out of his arm which was the one thing his brother hated and it kind of snapped him out of it and he turned to chase him to beat his ass but at the same time realized they were in an unknown part of the woods and realized they had to get out. While this was going on my father in law said the face stared to frown and get agitated and it disappeared and popped up closer to them and started making more urgent whispering noises at them and starring them down. But they ignored it and turned and found their way back home and to their surprise they were much much farther then they ever imagined they were into the trees and didn’t know how they got so far without noticing. I asked why he wasn’t scared, I mean I would have pissed myself and they just casually walked away from a disembodied forest face of death, but he said at that age they didn’t have scary movies or scary TV that they watched and they had no reason to be scared they were just curious! He has many stories like this and I now respect them and believe him rather than just thinking they were campfire hooie!
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Gotta tell my deer shapshifting story - my mother, brother and I were on our way to church (we lived in the middle of nowhere KY at the time,) and were coming around this curve, road completely surrounded by forest. All of a sudden this guy, bearded and with a face, steps out in the road. My mom and brother confirmed at the time that he was wearing a grey flannel shirt and a white and red trucker hat, and blue jeans and was really dirty. Anyway, my brother shouts, Mom slams the breaks and I scream, “YOU’RE GONNA HIT HIM!” And we totally fucking did, he was scraped up under our low riding mini-van and all I’m thinking is that we just killed a guy. It takes what seems like forever for the car to stop, all the while we’re listening to awful crunching and shit, then Mom puts the car in park when it finally stops and gets out as quick as she can. My brother has turned around in the seat, talking about the bloody streak in the road, and I get out with Mom. Right behind our car is a doe, guts ripped out, still breathing and looking at us, trying to raise her head. I’m freaking out, looking under the car for the guy, but he’s on there. I check the side of the road, nothing. Mom stops the next car that comes by, which is our old trash man in his pick up. He shoots the deer for us, to put her out of her misery, then takes the carcass with him (he didn’t want to waste meat.) After that we just got in the car and drove to church, all of us crying. We only talked for a minute, because Mom wanted to verify that we all saw a grungy guy in a hat and a flannel, which we had. Now, Mom has 0 recollection of the guy, and my brother barely remembers what he looks like. I can’t get him out of my head, though.
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The part about the antlers really hit close to home, I’ve seen something similar to that. A friend of mine’s family owns a small ranch in west Texas, about 60 miles south of Ozona, and we were out there hunting a few years ago. I had brought my girlfriend at the time, who was a straight up city girl from Philly, and we had her convinced that not only was the jackalope real, but pure evil incarnate. We described it’s call as a high pitched whistling scream, and we absolutely had her convinced of its existence. Flash forward a few nights, and we’re sitting around the camp, fire blazing, throwing back beers, when I get the genius idea to sneak out into the brush with my predator call and scare the bejesus out of everyone. I walk out about 400 yards, no flash light of course, and get to wailing, slowly moving closer to the camp, blasting the call every few yards. By the time I’m back to camp, she’s understandably hauled ass into the cabin, but I notice that my buddy had bailed out as well. When I get into the cabin, he’s just as freaked out as she is. She’s convinced they’d seen the jackalope, but he’s going on about seeing something tall, bipedal, with antlers. I grab my pistol and a spotlight, thinking someone’s fucking with us, and go out on the front porch. Sure enough, tall bipedal figure with goddamn antlers on its head… just kind of walks out into the mesquite and disappears. Freaks me out to this day.
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I grew up in a very small town in Northern Michigan with a population of about 100, (there was another town about 8 miles that was larger where the schools were) and one day I was visiting my friend who lived about 2 miles from me, and in between our houses were a few cabins that were used for hunting, and a few others that people lived in, but there was only one street light that was only a few feet from my house, so the walk to and from her house is pretty lonely. Anyways, I end up staying at her house well after it got dark and it’s time for me to walk home. The walk was pretty much uneventful, yet very, very dark. I’ve never been too scared of the dark because I grew up in the woods, but what happened changed that. I was about 4 blocks from my house, and I can see the single street light up ahead, and I’m either singing to myself, or I’m in deep thought, when I hear something in the trees to the right of me. Like I said, there’s a lot of woods, and no city lights, so I can’t see anything. All I knew was that there wasn’t a house nearby, no one would be out in the woods this late at night without a flashlight, and for sure no one would be in the trees as the sound came from up high. I froze and listened, trying to figure out if it’s just a bird, or something, and all of a sudden I can hear what I can only describe as something very large falling from the tops of the trees, not jumping, or climbing, but falling, and I say falling because it was a very messy sound, and it made way too much noise than it should have if it were purposely coming down the tree. I can tell that whatever this thing is, it’s very large as when it hit the ground, there was a large “THUMP”, but that’s not the end of it, nope. It was kind of as if it had seen me, got excited, threw itself onto the ground as to get to me as fast as it could because as soon as it hit the ground it was running. Straight. For. Me. This is where the whole, ‘fight or flight’ thing instantly hits me and I fucking froze, like an idiot. It started out about 10 feet from the road where I was standing, and right before it got to the road and into the faint light it had suddenly stopped and I could tell it was watching me, I could hear it breathing. So many things were going through my head, “Should I stand my ground and stare at it as to show my dominance?”, (but I couldn’t exactly see it), "do I run, and what if I do and it turns out to be much faster? " So I did what I thought would scare me if I were chasing something, I screamed at it as loud as I could, over and over again. I even lifted my arms up as to make it think I was bigger than it. After a few minutes of me screaming and waving, I stopped. I never heard it leave, so I knew it was still there, but it wasn’t getting any closer, so I thought, well, of it’s gonna attack now, I’ve done what I can do, so I just kept walking, albeit very, very fast. I never figured out what it was, and probably never will, but I never walked to my friend’s house at night after that.
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About ten years ago my BF and I ended up hiking deep in some Vermont mountains. It wasn’t unusual for us to be gone on hikes for a full day at a time, and this was one of those times. We had been hiking for about half the day, and were in deep forest by this point and hadn’t seen a living soul in hours. The trail we were on had become very narrow, almost overgrown, winding tightly with lots of thick vegetation so you couldn’t see into the woods or beyond the curves of the trail. My BF was about 5 or so yards ahead of me, then our dog (a pit mix that was highly trained and never spooked easily), and myself following up the rear. We never talked much hiking, just enjoyed the quiet sounds of the forest, but this time all of a sudden, I piped up. Something overcame me so quickly that I didn’t even think before I said it, “something evil is coming our way”. It had hit me like a moving invisible wall that I had never felt before. My BF paused on the trail and not a few seconds passed as the dog just went ballistic, barking like a maniac at the trail ahead of us. Mind you, we couldn’t see much up ahead the vegetation was so thick. My BF raised his hand signaling me to pause, his military training kicking in. Around the bend comes a man, so out of place. And the weird energy, this absolute feeling of evil coming off of him. My BF grabbed the dog by the collar to try to control it (this is a dog that wouldn’t even bark at a doorbell much less a stranger), the dog wanting to tear this guy to shreds. I immediately knew this man didn’t belong here. We were miles away from civilization and this guy was not dressed for hiking or being outdoors for an extended period of time. He was so out of place. As he approached my BF pulled the dog off the trail and I stepped off the trail into the brush as far as I could to give this “man” as wide a berth to pass as possible. He never looked directly at us, kept his gaze straight ahead, hands in the pockets of his light jacket, and kept his slow pace. As he passed he said ‘you should keep that dog on a leash’ without even looking at us. As he passed I was just absolutely covered in fear. We didn’t move till he was well out of sight and the dog was calm again. It was just wrong, the whole thing. I think about it to this day and I wonder, what if we didn’t have the dog with us? What if a lone hiker ran into that man? I know deep in my gut, that man, whoever, whatever it was, had done some dark stuff and wasn’t there for a leisurely stroll. He was there for an opportunity. Eventually we knew we had to turn around and hike back the way we came, but we were so spooked by the chance of running into this man, that we waited as long as we could before coming back out and ended hiking back part of the way in the dark.
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First off, know that a Wendigo is not a traditional ‘cryptid’ such as bigfoot, but a very important legend in the culture of multiple First Nation tribes across practically all of the northern United states and southern Canada. Wendigos are hungry. Always hungry. They are ever consuming of human flesh and mind, literally ‘the evil that devours,’ and because of this represent cannibalism. Many say that if a person resorts to cannibalism it takes away humanity and they become a Wendigo. There’s actually a disputed term for this called ‘Wendigo-Psychosis’ used to describe people who eat people not out of starvation but out of ravenous madness.

People are usually interested in the physical description, which I’ll touch on here but I think it’s less important than what they do. We’ve gotten mixed reports from different tribes- typically in Canada they are described as being taller than trees, while in the Northwest United States they are more man-like. Always they are cold (they come with the cold, they are cold, ect), skeletal, and have large thin antlers.

Here’s how I would link the legends to these stories:

Wendigos call out to people, usually on freezing wind. It’s easier for them to get to you when you’re lost and alone, but because they are always hungry, they aren’t afraid to come to you, especially if you’re weak and frightened. You cannot listen to any strange noises you hear in the woods because of them.

Many legends also go on to say that when a Wendigo takes you it grows huge and lifts you up into the air to consume your flesh and or mind, and when it’s finished it drops you. Often on to trees.
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One of my friends told me of these guys with no faces living in the Shimla Hills(It’s in North India). He loves watching, reading and retelling spooky stuff and most of the stories his stories were centered around a specific road that leads from Shimla to a smaller town called “Sanjauli”. Apparently this road is too treacherous for cars, and only accessible by foot. It’s a couple of miles long. People are advised to NEVER in no Condition whatsoever to cross this road past sunset.

Sometimes, for various reasons, people just do. They usually comeback with stories of “Women dressed in white, with feet the other way round, asking for them to marry her”, or of fruit peddlers, rickshaw pullers, hikers with no faces asking for directions or help. People who engage them, and don’t go missing often commit suicide, or run away from home.

The friend also told of one time when He was walking through the forest, and had a crazed lady come up to him ask him to take her home. He had another person with him who told him to look straight and walk, just walk. The lady started shouting obscenities at him, tearing out her hair. After a couple of minutes they came in sight of a house, and the lady just stopped and sprinted back. The guy told him that as long as you don’t acknowledge them, and continue as if nothing is happening. They will leave you alone.
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On a serious note I have read a lot into “beings” like this and apparently free will is so important in the universe that they have to figure out clever ways to get our “permission” to feed off of our fear. Which is why when you say their name out loud, get a ouiji board or acknowledge them that counts as “permission” and literally they feed off your energy. Fear is a strong emotion and so if they can key that in they can fill up. That is why their faces are blank at first, so they “open” you up thus getting your attention and permission and in that moment they learn what scares you, notice how all thr stories start off with blank faces or a normal animal. Once they learn your fears and have permission then the game begins. They will keep messing with you as long as they can, and ultimately can lead to you killing yourself unless you stop it early. So yes, the key is just ignoring them. Which to them is like an insult and shows them they are dealing with a mentally strong person. That is when they will go crazy and try even harder to grab your attention like that lady. Just let them throw a fit and then you win, and they will likely never mess with you again because everyone on the block knows you can’t be hooked.
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7 years ago, when I was a rebellious teen, I wandered into some state lands in southwest Pennsylvania. My bf at the time knew of a great smoke spot near an old fire tower. We drove up in the car and parked by what appeared to be an abandoned maintenance shack. It’s late October, and just before sundown so we walk a little ways down a small atv(?) trail and find a stump to sit on and spark a bowl. We weren’t too far from the car, I could see it just past the bushes, but if someone were to come up, we’d see their headlights before they’d see us and dispose of the evidence. So two or three hits each, and I start to feel unusually chilly. It was windy, but I was suddenly chilled to the bone. The air seemed heavy and we looked at each other for a full minute before silently deciding it was time to go back to the car. We both got up and could still feel the tension in the air as we power walk our way the 10 yards to safety. Bf has a hard time getting the keys in the door because of how cold he felt. We were both shaking, knowing that something wasn’t quite right. Doors unlock and we both dive in, immediately locking them back up. We catch our breath and don’t say anything. The eerie sensation won’t go away. I feel it almost drawing me in, wanting me to come closer. I stall a glance out the window and see a silhouette of what appears to be a man. Chills run up and down my spine. I stare, in disbelief as the figure steps closer, out from the tree line. It becomes clear that this is the general shape of a man’s body, but tall and lanky. I can’t stop looking. The curiosity has done killed this cat as he/it walked closer into the moonlit clearing where we were parked. At this point, I have no idea I’d my bf is seeing what I’m seeing or what is going on with him because I am so transfixed on this mysterious figure. As soon as the moon stuck his face, I could feel my blood turn to ice. He had blueish-pale skin like a corpse in a morgue. His eyes were black pits. Nothing in the sockets at all. And his fucking mouth, his fucking mouth was sealed shut. Like, it was a mouth, but got sewn together and fused by scar tissue. I was horrified and finally found my voice to say “we need to go, now” it came out hoarse and cracked. As my bf came out of his dazed state and started pulling the car out, I saw the face of that thing tear open at the mouth to scream. It wasn’t the wind, but it seemed to follow us, the whole way back down the mountain. A wailing, deep, scream that blended with the wind itself. I was so scared, we agreed never to go back.
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I used to live in Georgia when I was in the military, this is back in 2007, and I lived in a little town about 20 miles from post with my husband. Well, we used to take his little VW down atv trails and logging trails into the woods and have a good time drinking and just fucking off and loved finding new areas. One night we drove down this shitty trail that took us to this weird shack with a deer painted on it. It had a motion sensor light that popped on so we just stopped there for a minute to see what exactly it was. The whole place was surrounded by trees on both sides, but it was a full moon so everything was pretty well illuminated. My ex (husband at the time) was talking about something and had turned all the lights off in the car because he was going to take some swigs of his drink when all of a sudden I sat straight up, I felt like someone has poured ice water all over me. My spine felt like ice cold metal, all the hair on my arms and neck stood up, I became very very alert and on edge and my heart started pounding so hard I got nauseous. I gripped the dash when I could finally move and told him we needed to get the fuck out of there, something was coming. He laughed at me and asked what was wrong with me and to chill out. At this point I was literally losing control of my emotions and I had absolutely no idea why, I started shaking and almost crying when I looked forward just in time to see this person walk out of the tree line on the left into the trail. Only as the moonlight caught him I realized it had to be at least 7 feet tall, his legs were backwards with the knees jutting out and he had this weird… I don’t even know what it was but something long was dangling off the back of its head. Kind of like a weird nightcap thing? I then realized it wasn’t a shadow I was seeing, more like dark static. I don’t think this thing was used to being seen because it just stopped and seemed to sense that i saw it. It turned in just a way that I KNEW it was looking directly at me. I have never in my life felt evil like that. Pure, unadulterated hate. I immediately started sobbing and telling my ex to turn on the lights, I was screaming almost at this point because my whole body was just so overwhelmed. He was freaked out because of me at this point and kept asking what the fuck, he didn’t see anything, what was I doing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the thing but it was coming towards us now and it hadn’t taken its eyes off of me. I finally lunged over and turned the lights on and the thing disappeared. My ex seemed to be in a sort of trance, he was just out of it all of a sudden and said “we gotta go.” Put the car in gear and drove us out of there. I’ve never been that afraid of anything in my whole life, and I’ve been to war and I’m from LA lol but whatever that thing was was not good news.

Oh and even weirder: we drove down the road again a couple days later to see what was out there during the day. Surprisingly we were able to find the same random dirt path out there again but we saw signs for a slave graveyard and an old plantation that was all boarded up with CONDEMNED written all over it behind these massive black wrought iron gates. I’ve seen a lot of stuff that looked like this in Louisiana but not small town Georgia. I’ll never go back.
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There are things out there in the woods, I’ve come to believe…beyond my own few experiences I’ve heard and read many others over the years.

One that I heard about from a friend of a mutual friend, what seems like ages ago; as he told me, some years before he’d been staying with relatives at their house somewhere in rural Indiana. I can’t recall the exact location he mentioned.

He had gone for a walk in the woodsy area near their home and after about twenty, thirty minutes of moving about, he realized that suddenly there was no noise in the woods - no birds, no animal noises, no wind. As if a switch had just been flipped at that time and cut the sound. Needless to say, he suddenly felt nervous and decided it was time to cut his walk short, head for home.

However, it was at that point he saw something through the trees a distance away. He saw “it” and fervently wished he hadn’t.

Standing off in the trees was something that looked like a woman with a kind of thickset build. She had incredibly pale skin and she was naked. Most importantly, the “woman”, if you could call it that, had antlers protruding from where her face should be. Antlers like that of a deer, like ten or twelve pointers, only they curved back somewhat over the top of her head and whatever weight they were was no problem for whatever sort of being this was.

She raised her arms and even worse, he could see that her arms ended not in hands, but vicious looking antlers jutting from her wrists. Well, that was enough for him and whatever had kept him rooted to the spot dissipated and he ran. He ran and leapt and scrambled back the way he’d come not daring to look behind him to see if he was being followed, all the way until he reached the safety of the house. He hadn’t mentioned this incident to his relatives but he was unable to keep it inside him for good. Eventually he related this sighting with our mutual friend, and then me because I was open to listening and because I understood.

What had bothered him most about this brief encounter was the impossibility of the being he saw. Nothing like that could be a living creature. At least nothing of flesh-and-blood. Told me he’d done a little research, found nothing quite like it mentioned in any reports of cryptids or legends. He had considered and dismissed the idea of any connection with the so-called “deer woman” because what he saw didn’t fit with the traditional descriptions.
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My mother used to work for the forest service back in the 1970’s-1980’s. She was a timber cruiser and a smoke jumper. I asked her about stairs and she confirmed that she’d seen some. She wouldn’t say much more but she got really distant and quiet. I asked her if they were associated with anyone going missing, and she confirmed. Weird stuff. It’s really chilling to think of this as happening so close,and impacting people I know personally.
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Holy shit, the faceless man with antlers in the woods scared the crap out of me because I saw something about 2 years ago that sounds similar.

One time I was camping with my family and some family friends at this cabin they own. So my friend and I went out of the cabin because we wanted to walk around and explore and stuff. So we went out there quite a bit, to the point where the cabin was a tiny little dot, and we we’re next to this frozen over river (it was winter). I looked across the river and in the distance there was this thing moving between the trees. At first I thought it was some sort of animal but the more I started focusing on it the more I realized it wasn’t an animal and it was something else. And I asked my friend if she could see it and she could, and as soon as I said anything it stopped and then started coming towards us. It wasn’t walking, but more like staggering… I have no freaking clue what it was, but it did NOT have a face and it was coming right towards us. It got to the river and started breaking through the ice and going into the river to cross it, coming towards us. At that point my friend and I just ran as fast as we could back to the cabin… but it was the scariest thing I have ever seen. It had no face, 2 legs, and something on it’s head… I don’t know if they we’re antlers or what, but it was terrifying.
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Have you noticed how in the spiritual world, beings generally will not (or, more likely, CANNOT, for some incomprehensible reason) interact with you unless you allow them to?

I wonder why is that. I suppose that they need an empathetic connection to be able to reach out to us. If this two-way link isn’t established, they lose their hold on us. Perhaps when we ignore them they see us as fading away in the distance, so they create the stairs in the woods as traps and target children and disabled people because they’re more trusting?
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The misunderstanding of materialistic cultures is that we are powerless random accidents.

We are individually an expression of the consciousness of ‘all that is’, which is working through us. You influence and can be influenced, but you decide. Other aspects of the the greater consciousness decide how to act and think for themselves, while also expressing the all that is. That is how God gets to know itself. You have a say in what happens. Always remember that.

In our meaningless scientific lifestyle we are irresistibly drawn to the presence of the unallowed (paranormal). It represents a truth to us. Scientific forbidden fruit?

We influence and attract through vibrating with sympathetic frequency resonance. Be aware of what you really want. All experience is merely lessons and ends in knowledge.
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I didn’t know these things had happened to anyone other than myself. I’ve never told anyone the things I’ve experienced, and its been a very long time, but I’ll try to recount as best I can. I grew up in a very small mountain town in northern Maine. When I say small, there are no traffic lights, no corporate businesses, and the nearest hospital is an hour away. No police force. One small school. Only two roads in and out. Fucking secluded. Anyway, from the time I was seven or so on I would wander the forest, just pick any direction and go. I never had to pay much attention or worry about getting lost, I’ve always had an unbelievable sense of direction. I remember a family friend taking me up in a plane once and the sheer vastness of forest surrounding this teeny town is entirely overwhelming. It’s a wonder how they cultivated the place, so far from everything else. I’m Native, doesn’t really make any difference, but I grew up with an instilled knowledge and respect for nature, and heard lots of stories that I chalked up to “shit to scare kids into behaving.” So, I’d spend my days, especially summer exploring the woods. I’d wake up, eat breakfast, and I’d be gone until sunset. That was the rule. Another rule, that I often broke, unbeknownst to my family, was to never venture too far. And never, ever, go alone. I was alone often, there weren’t many kids my age in the town and I’ve never feared the woods, even in the dark or alone. If I got stuck out there after sun down I’d tell myself, “whatever is here at night is here during the day.” I’m very familiar with the local fauna. A week rarely went by without seeing a bear, moose, coyotes, bobcat. A lot of what happened I pushed to the back of my mind, maybe in an effort to keep my sanity from the fear and reality of what’s out there, I dunno. I’d venture miles and miles in, I’d follow deer trails and collect bones and such. There were, and I’m sure still are, parts of the forest I knew not to enter. As many others have stated, all noise stops. You don’t usually even realize it at first, its so sudden. Something’s just wrong. You can feel it. You’re not alone, though there’s no other signs of life. Mind you, although I never made mental note of where I was I knew these woods so well I didn’t have to. I could tell by the foliage, the trees that grew, or the kinds of rocks, where I was in relation to home. I never got lost. Never. The first time it happened I can’t ever forget. I can picture it, clear as day. I was headed way out, to one of my favorite spots with a clearing that usually had a heard of deer and some crab apple trees. Something wasn’t right. I noticed I wasn’t where I thought I was, and I had never seen a part of these woods that looked like this. It was pristine, untouched. Moss blanketed the floor and the further I went in the closer together the trees got until the sun was all but blotted out, though it was a clear, sunny, summer day, mid-morning. It was so unfathomably quiet. You can always hear something, but there wasn’t even birdsong. Nothing. I keep going, at this point I’m just trying to get the fuck out of there, when I hear screaming. It shattered the deadening silence. Like I said, I’m very familiar with the local animals. Bobcats scream, coyotes scream, bears even make some creepy sounds. Not this. This chilled me to the bone. And I’ve been face to face with bears and moose on a hand full of occasions. It just wasn’t natural. And I knew nothing capable of making such a loud noise would be in there. I was a small kid and could barely squeeze between the trees. I got an overwhelming fear, like I knew somehow that if I didn’t leave right then and there I wouldn’t leave at all. I felt paralyzed. I knew I had to go but my feet wouldn’t move. I can hear it, whatever it is, ahead of me. The blood curdling shrieking has stopped and now all I can hear is some heavy, contorted breathing. Almost grunting. I can smell death in the air. Heavy, metallic, putrid. Anyone who’s smelled it knows you can’t mistake it. It’s getting closer. I finally snap to and just shout as loud as I can, thinking maybe this thing will see that I’m gonna put up a fight and decide it’s not worth it. When my yell dies down I can hear the birds again. I don’t feel uneasy anymore. It didn’t take me any time at all to get the fuck out of there, but when I finally came out of the woods the sun was setting. I’ve also seen a staircase, upside down, in the same forest. I could never find it again though. This turned out much longer than I intended, but I just wanted to add my experience. There were a few more, but I’ve rambled enough. I can’t believe someone else, let alone so many people, have experienced things like this. My entire life I’ve told myself there’s no way that could have possibly happened. I did “see” a man with no face once as well, same place. I say “see” because if you ever encounter it every single fiber of your being will tell you not to look. Not to acknowledge it or provoke it. You instinctually know that it’s unnatural and you need to avoid it. At the time you may think you’re going crazy, you’re not. It’s very real, and you need to be very cautious. I think they prey on the weak, and I believe they try to take children most often because for some reason kids can see them much easier than adults can. The only thing I do know for sure is, don’t show fear and do not acknowledge them.
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So I talked to my bro about this. He LOVED the stories and we laughed and freaked out. Apparently he learned about stuff like this in of all places the church of Scientology. He went on and on about it but here is what he told me in a nutshell. He learned about these “beings” and their traps. Which honestly is right in line with what a few people are saying on here.

We are apparently pretty old nonphysical beings who just recently started using physical.bodies. by recent I mean by millions of years.

Well it turns out there has been other beings who don’t like that and they have been controlling and trapping lots of us over the eons before and while we have bodies.

They have developed special strong magnetic technology “like the stairs” that basically steals your soul.

So he said he thinks the stairs are these traps, and all the weird wndigos and no faced giys are the beings.

So going off of what someone else said basically there guys are the apex predators of humans, And they use fear and our curiosity to prey on us.
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Part 8 (final part)

This will be my final update for now.

Things have deteriorated here to a degree that I didn’t foresee. I didn’t know how much writing about the things that are happening out here would affect every single part of my life, and maybe that was stupid of me. Maybe I should have considered it more seriously, but honestly I just thought I was writing about things that a few people would want to hear. I didn’t think it would get this much attention.

People ask me about the stairs now. It doesn’t happen every day, but when it does happen I never really know what to say. My bosses know someone is talking about them, and I’m sure that if they know, the higher-ups know. And I can tell you that they aren’t happy about it. I’ve been formally told that I am not to speak a word about them to anyone anymore, which is part of the reason this has to be my final update. I can’t risk my job for this; as much as it’s been wonderful to get a lot of these things off my mind, I still do love my work, and I need to be out here. If anything, my being aware of what’s really going on is enough reason to stick it out. I may not be able to tell people that they’re out there, but if I see them, I can direct traffic away to somewhere safer.

Because of the amount of attention the stories have gotten, I’ve heard a lot of stories being swapped back and forth. I’ve heard so many I can’t even remember most of them. The ones I do remember are the ones that I wish I could forget.

One story that’s made the rounds here was about a young woman who disappeared upstate. Initially, everyone assumed she was a runaway. She didn’t come from a great home life, and so it really wasn’t any kind of surprise that she’d choose to cut and run. But people started coming forward saying that they’d seen her around the park shortly before she vanished, so some of the Rangers in the area were sent out to make sure she hadn’t hung herself or something on any of the back trails. It took them a while, but they did find her. Well, not all of her. Just half of her tongue and a quarter of the lower jaw. Very clean cuts, from what I heard. They’ve never found the rest of her.

So many stories about children. So many of them going missing and turning up in caves, wedged in between impossibly tight spaces. So many of them found on mountain peaks, or at the bottoms of sheer gullies. Missing shoes, missing socks, or found with both in perfect condition despite them being miles and miles away from where they vanished.

So many stories of black-eyed people, wandering around the woods and calling out in the night, mimicking the sound of running water or a bobcat screaming. One man in particular goes to every news station he thinks will listen to him and tells the same story. He was deer hunting, had camped out in a very remote area, and woke up because something was scraping against his tent. He thought it was a raccoon or a fox until the thing pressed its face against the door of the tent, at which point he could very clearly make out a human nose and mouth. He kicked at it, but it leaped back and was gone by the time he opened the tent flap, gun at his side. He fired two warning shots, and when the sound had faded, he heard a snap behind him. A man was standing at the edge of the campsite. This man was not wearing any clothing, but he also didn’t possess any kind of human flesh. As this hunter described it, the man was made of some kind of amalgamation of raw meat and hair. As if someone had scooped up roadkill and molded it into the vague shape of a man. The face was lumpy and only a rough approximation of a human face. The thing opened its lopsided mouth, and from it came the sound of the gun the hunter had fired. It did this twice before mimicking the sound of the tent zipper and fleeing into the night.

A young couple, out for a hike in the rocky areas of my park, reported to me yesterday that they had seen something strange out on a peak I’m very familiar with. They were taking turns looking through a pair of binoculars when the man noticed a hiker climbing up a very steep part of the cliff face. He watched the man scale the slope, and it didn’t occur to him until the incident was over that this person had no climbing gear. When the climber reached the top of the peak, which was about five miles away, they turned and faced the young man. He said whoever, or whatever, this person was, was looking right at them. The climber waved in an exaggerated manner before snapping in half at the waist, sideways, and leaping off the peak. The young man didn’t see where the climber landed. I sent them on their way with assurances that I’d check it out. I lied. I won’t be turning in a report, because there are ten others exactly like it. The climber is well known in that area. I don’t question it anymore.

There are so many things I won’t ever be able to understand about my job, and it would take me years to relate all of the things I’ve heard in the last few months. When I feel like my job isn’t in jeopardy, I will come back. It may be in a different format, but I will come back. Thank you all for sticking by my side, and enjoying the things I’ve talked about.

If you go out into the woods, I encourage you to be safe. Bring water, food, survival equipment. Let people know where you’re going and when you’ll be back. Don’t go on uncharted paths unless you know exactly what you’re doing.

And above all:

Don’t touch them. Don’t look at them. Don’t go up them.

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Me and my friend used to go out to the outskirts of this forest highway get dropped off by one of our friends, and go “survive” for a week. We’d always mark where we were going and we’d go deeper and deeper every time. It was really fun at first hiking for a couple hours marking trees with our knifes, then making a shelter, fire and then do it all again. On the last day we’d hike back to the road and our friend would pick us up. One time we were looking for food, berries or like a chipmunk or something when we found this random pond… just picture huge pine trees and then some bushes, go through the bushes and then this random pond, about 50yrds long, but no creek running up to it and it was waaaay out in the middle of nowhere. We didn’t think too much of it because it was our 3rd night out and we haven’t really eaten anything good, so we thought there might be some fish or something so we camped out next to the pond for the night. We built a little shelter in a couple of hours, and then we got a little fire going. We stayed up looking at the stars through the clearing that the pond made in the trees, and then we drifted off to sleep. I woke up to a huge splash, so I got up really quick to look, the moon was giving off a little light and I saw these ripples going through the pond like someone jumped in, look to my friend T, and he was gone. So start to freak out and call his name, he comes out from behind be saying what’s going on, he had to take a piss. I told him about the splash and he laughed and said I was dreaming. He said we should go to sleep, so I laid back down and stared at the pond, which was reflecting the quarter moon that was out. Just as I’m about to drift off into sleep I see something dark from the opposite side of the water scurry into the pond… I couldn’t make out what it was though, so lean over to T and asked if he saw that, and he was fast asleep. I wanted to write it off as a turtle or something but it looked a lot bigger, and we were deep in the woods so I didn’t think turtles would be here, so got more freaked out. I didn’t want to seem like a pussy so I just stared at the pond hoping to drift to sleep and wake up and start to hike back. As I was staring I see something dark poke out of the water and start to very very slowly come towards our side. It was getting darker now as the moon was breaking over the tree line and I wasn’t going to find out what it was in the complete dark so I looked for our emergency flashlight on the ground, found it, picked it up, turned it on in the direction of the pond and nothing… no ripples, nothing in the water… at this point I thought I was crazy, but I was freaked out so I woke up T and told him we had to go, he was groggy but he didn’t like the feeling around the pond either so we decided well just get an early start on going back, since the sun should be up in a couple hours. About 3 minutes into walking back on our trail we made, we heard a huge splash! looking around to see what it was, we thought there is no way it could have been the pond were too far now unless something huge was was making that splash… at the same time we looked at each other and got this awful feeling that we should just run, like instinct kicked in and without saying a word and just nodding at each other and we bolted. I have never run so fast in my life using our flashlight now to look for the marked trees and just running and running. About 5 minutes later we stop and take a breath and hear a loud but faint low bellowing howl like a wolf but with so much more bass and depth, it seemed very far from us but so creepy… The worst part is we still had about a days hike to get back to the road. We jogged what seemed like the whole day because we just wanted out of the woods. Finally around dusk we finally reached the road, turned on our emergency phone and called our buddy, took him about a half hour to get there and we never went back.
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idk about you man but i’m from Malaysia and there always an advice for people who want to go into the forest. If you suddenly found yourself a beautiful place in the middle fucking nowhere (that cant be any logical explanation behind it), just nope the fuck outta there. There are some other thing lives there and there dont like people fucking around at their place. never gonna end well…

here that thing called Orang Bunian . just imagine it as invisible people who lived in jungle/remote places. because of they are invisible (but they can see us) usually people accidentally doing stuffs that pissed them off such as disrespecting the jungle or so on.here are some stories that i have heard ;

  • there is one dude went into the jungle and really needs to pee. so he peed without telling the area (its an advice we usually told if u want to pee/poo in the jungle, u need to ask permission or at least tell them that u gotta go so that they would move away). unfortunately he peed on those thing and his penis swollen really bad.
  • this story told by my army instructor while he doing some routine patrol in some jungle. there is one time while they patrolling, they saw this areca palm tree. u know this tree normally in reddish color but this one is like silvery and a lil bit shiny. so somebody decide to take it and cut into 2 pieces and give the another half to another guy. u know how the army while usually moving in single file where distance between men is in visible range. so while moving out of the jungle they notice that they are lost and the squad is separated into 2 groups. they tried to find their way out but still cant make it. they realized that this might be because of the tree they took. so somehow both of the groups managed to find the tree original place and put back the tree. after that they manage to find their way out.
  • this story almost like the army but this time about a fish in a small pond in the jungle. i think this involves groups of hikers and while they are hiking out of the jungle they found a fish in a small pond in the fucking nowhere. there is no river or creek or anything indicate there is a water source nearby. out of sudden there is a pond with a fish in it. some genius decide to take the fish with him and go figure they hikers lost and cant find their way out. then they realized that the fish is actually the thing’s pet and place it back into the pond. after that they able to find their back home.
  • there is one other thing. this thing seems to love to hide people who usually pissed them off. the victim will be hide at some place like under a tree or something. the thing is the victim know that they are hidden but the victim are invisible to other people but the victim can see other people.
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we have similar superstitions in Brunei as well. My country is like 70% jungle and mostly unexplored so the only ones who have shared with us these tales of meeting these things are the jungle police (who deals with illegal loggers from the Malaysian side of Borneo) and the natives who live deep inside.

One story stood out and it’s widely known in Brunei - there is a town called Badas in the district of Belait. it takes about 30 minutes to go into town and it’s heavily surrounded by the jungle. the kicker is that there is a strictly enforced warning where the men are prohibited from wearing red clothing on them when venturing into the jungle in that part of Brunei.

legend has it two men from the turn of the 20th century went inside the jungle looking for food source. one of them was wearing red. in the middle of the night, the non-red wearing guy stumbled upon a beautiful lady (in the middle of the fucking jungle, by the way) and was killed when she got close. unaware of his friend’s death, the red shirt guy was approached by the same lady. somehow some warning bells rang in his head, and she told the lady he needs to clean himself up. he left his red shirt with her as a promise that he will be back shortly. he proceeded to wade into the river and silently swam downstream in order to leave any scent. as he escaped, he heard a scream of anger which he figured was the mysterious lady’s. ever since then, men who wore red have been known to die specifically in that part of Brunei jungle, leading to the assumption that the lady or whatever that thing was pissed she got tricked.

yeah it’s not as impressive, but damn, i’m not taking any chance of by wearing red and getting killed just to disprove a local legend
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on the topic of those "beings" killing you, a few elders i have the chance of sitting down with have some very interesting "laws" that these things abide:

  1. No killing of humans. These beings have their own set of laws and they are prohibited from taking another’s life (similar beings or humans). Otherwise they will be damned in limbo and are not allowed to enter either heaven or hell. Those that kills are normally have been subjugated to witchcraft and are ordered to obey commands.
  2. just like our Malaysian commenter above, yes there are places, objects and animals in the jungle which you should not be too curious with - a beautifully maintained locale, an exotic colorful wild animal or a very beautiful looking flower. many of these happens to be under the ownership of the beings. disturbing them will always cause the person/s to get lost or severely sick.
  3. hearing, seeing and smelling things that should not be in the jungle at all. a whiff of pizza in the middle of jungle? don’t say shit and point it out. saw a lost person who dresses or looks weird? same thing. it’s just plain rude and the difference between these beings and us humans - if they get offended, they see it as justification to mess with your head
  4. when entering parts of the jungle off the beaten trail? always give the salam or hello before you step foot. in our culture, you identify yourself as the son, grandson or descendant of whomever the furthest you can think of down your family tree. some of these beings may know your ancestors and less likely to cause mischief. but most importantly, always state your intention of why you’re entering the jungle - much like you inform someone why you need to enter a controlled area in a building. it doesn’t to ask for “permission” but it will hurt when you get lost and run out of ration just because you think it’s all nonsense

that’s all i can remember regarding the “laws of the jungle” as the elders put it roughly. i’ll gladly answer more if you have anything else to ask. oh and we do have various names of these beings i just mentioned
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In my country (also in southeast asia), every time you enter a remote place in the wilderness, even if it’s just a clearing full of grass, you always have to say “Tabi, tabi po”. Its a way of saying that you’ll be passing by and that you don’t want any trouble. You should announce it so that who ever is listening will know that you are not intruding or trespassing in their territory and that hopefully, they will leave you alone. It’s an old teaching in our country, mostly because everyone is aware that when you are alone in the wilderness, you are never really alone. So we should be mindful of the Others. Its just a precaution, i’m not saying it will work all the time . . . like us, they also have good ones and bad ones. So it doesn’t actually protect you, but its a form of respect. But when you do come across the bad ones, that’s a whole other story.
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When I was 9 or 10 years old I went into the woods with my dad a lot. He collected some plants, insects and other things there while I was playing around. We once were very deep into the woods when I was getting bored and told my dad I wanted to go home. But he just found a small river and wanted to follow it to deeper parts where he could look for something under the stones. Well, there was a cool place to wait (looked like a big cave entrance without a cave) and I told him I will stay here until he comes back. He left and I tried to make a fire with two sticks. It didn’t work. After what felt like an hour it started to get dark and I heard weird noises in the trees. It sounded like if you play a sound backwards. Birds, snapping branches etc all backwards. I was freaked out and tried to shout out for my dad to come back, it took some time until I finally could get out A simple but loud “papa?” Which is the German version of daddy. Only 10 seconds later something shouted back from the trees: “?apap”. I just hid in this cave like thing and cried, not looking up a single time. I was never that scared in my life and never followed my dad into the woods again.

He came back just a few minutes after the incident. He didn’t hear anything and said it was just the sound of the woods, he seemed like he knew something was out but just told me that there was nothing (I noticed because he always looked around and up in the trees which he normally never does).

Is was in south germany, about 150km away from the south side border. Theres a big trail going through the forest because there’s an old ruin of some castle, we were far away from that trail.
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I have a story that my aunt told me beside a campfire a long time ago. It is about when my aunt and her boyfriend went travelling through Europe. My aunt’s boyfriend bought a vintage bus and converted it into a camper van; beds, kitchen and all so that’s what they travelled in. He had been previously travelling alone and had many really strange things happen to him while he was camping so he was not a man to be easily frightened by weird occurrences. I can’t remember exactly what country they were in , maybe France, but they stopped beside a wooded area one evening to settle down for the night. When they got out of the bus, my aunt noticed something very strange. Someone had taken hours upon hours to lay out hundreds, thousands, of little twigs in criss-cross, overlapping patterns (sort of like hundreds of st. brigid’s crosses) down along a little trail towards a small house in the woods. It was crazy that someone had put so much time and effort into such an obscure thing. My aunt and her boyfriend followed this trail curiously and it went on for at least 100 meters to this house. So when they saw the house they noticed a man standing nearby and watching them. I remember my aunt describing the man as sort of young with dark hair and he was staring at them. Like just standing there in the trees staring my aunt and her boyfriend out of it. I recall my aunt saying that something felt wrong but her boyfriend just told her that the man was probably nervous seeing people so near to his home since he lived in the middle of nowhere and probably wanted to keep an eye on them. So the two of them made their way back to the bus and started to settle down for the night, my aunt’s boyfriend reassuring her that it was safe. After a while when they were settled they went back outside to sit down in the open air and they noticed something completely unnerving. The man who lived in the house had followed them and was standing about 10 feet into the treeline, again just staring at them. They tried to talk to him to ask him if he was okay but he didn’t respond at all. My aunt’s boyfriend passed it off as a language barrier and that he was just a hermit in the woods. My aunt tho was feeling really spooked out and said to her boyfriend “Look I feel like there is something really wrong here and I know it’s late but I think it would be better if we found somewhere else to stay for the night”. Her boyfriend though, having experienced strange things while camping before, still reassured her that it would be okay, they would lock all of the doors on the bus and would drive off first thing in the early morning. Now I can’t remember exactly what made them realise, since I heard this story a long time ago, but after a while, after the sun had gone down, my aunt’s boyfriend realised something minor was wrong with engine or something (I don’t know a lot about vehicles so I can’t remember specifically) so he got out of the bus to have a look under the hood. My aunt recalled that he was only out there for a few seconds when he ran straight back into the bus and told her that they had to leave the area right then. My aunt asked him what was wrong or what had happened but he only said that they had to get out of there and my aunt quickly agreed since the area gave her a really really bad gut feeling. Her boyfriend started the engine and began to drive back onto the highway. He wouldn’t say anything and just drove for miles without stopping to settle down. Only hours later when dawn was near did he tell my aunt that when he went out to open the hood, the man was standing directly in front of the bus in the clearing and just stared at him with a really messed up expression on his face. Wide eyes and a really unnerving smile. He just stared at him. My aunt’s boyfriend agreed straight away then that they had to get the fuck out of that area.
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You know what this story makes me think of? In ancient times it is believed or hypothesized that the magical and the mortal world lived much closer to eachother. Supernatural or paranormal beings walked the earth more commonly than now. As modern man grew distracted and advanced we began to forget “the old ways”. man stopped worshipping gods, and making sacrifices to appease other beings. eventually the magical and the supernatural no longer had a place in our modern world, so they (the magical or supernatural) retreated to the forests. This series kind of proves that, in my opinion. There are things we do not understand that are hiding in forests. When we enter their realm, we have to play by their rules.
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Im in the UK and used to be interested in wicca. One of the ‘rules’ that come to mind, is to leave a strand of your hair or a ribbon when taking anything from a tree or beach etc. As a respectful exchange. Came to mind when reading about asking permission or stating your intention, when entering these wooded areas people are talking about on here. Just a thought :slight_smile:
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When I was around 10 or 11 my extended family and my immediate family would go out “camping” in the woods, but really it was a campsite for people with RVs and travel trailers. It was surrounded by wilderness though, but it wasn’t necessarily separated from civilization. One night a pretty big group of us, maybe close to twenty people, were playing hide and seek out in the woods. I remember wandering around alone feeling a little uneasy but not enough to stop playing. The only people who had flashlights were the small team of people that were “it”, so the only light we had was the light from the campsite which added to my uneasiness. I spotted my mom and my little sister hiding behind some bushes right at the edge of our campsite, facing the trailers. I didn’t look beyond them, I was only focused on getting to them so I would feel less uneasy from being alone in the dark. I remembered that I didn’t want to scare my mom, so instead of reaching out and touching her, I whispered “Hey mom”. My mother jumped out of her skin and shrieked from hearing my voice and it startled my little sister and I to death. She took a few seconds to recover and seemed to be completely bewildered, but then told us “sorry, you just scared me”.

We went back to the campsite the next summer but unfortunately, I got sick and also lost my contact lenses so I couldn’t walk around without assistance (I have terrible, terrible eyesight). I basically spent the entire trip sleeping inside the tent we had set up outside the trailer for the kids. It was miserable.

Well a few months after we got back from camping the second time, my family was talking about fun moments from the trip and whatnot. My mom asked us if she remembered playing hide and seek at the campsite during the first trip. We said yes and I recalled how she freaked out when I came up from behind her. She told us that the reason she screamed when she heard my voice from behind her was because right before I came up, she was looking towards the campsite. She saw me hiding underneath one of the travel trailers, waving and smiling at her while she waved and smiled back. After I came up, she looked back but the thing that looked like me was gone. After my mom told us this, my older brother piped up and said he also saw me hiding underneath the trailer that night and when he asked me a question, I never responded to him. I never hid underneath the trailer that night. My stepdad started to say something, but stopped. We urged him to continue. He said one night on the second trip, he was standing outside the travel trailer with his brother-in-law drinking beers and just talking. He saw me come around the side of the trailer and walk towards the woods. He and his brother-in-law called out to me and tried to get my attention but I never responded. He said he wanted to follow me, but something made him think that it was bizarre so he immediately went inside the trailer to ask my mom where I was and she said I was sleeping in the tent. He came to check on me and there I was, sleeping away. He didn’t mention it to anyone at the time because it was so weird. We tried to chalk this up to sleepwalking, but he said I was fully awake and we all know there’s no way I could have walked around when I didn’t have my contacts in. We never went back to that campsite.
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I take a class called Enviromental Literature and we recently had to do a project consisting of “Nature Journals”, they are pretty straightforward and just consist of us going out into nature and writing every month. Now I wouldn’t really consider myself soft or easy to scare but I would be lying if this project didn’t become the one thing I dreaded doing. It all started on the second journal (at the time I was just going out at night time on the weekends to areas that were an hour and a half away at most), I was setting up a spot with a lantern and chair plus a snack when I got an eerie feeling. I really don’t know if eerie is the right word but you all know the feeling, the feeling of being watched by something. I tried to dismiss it as nerves and began to write in my journal but about 10 minutes in the feeling came back but this time I knew it wasn’t just nerves. I could hear what sounded like labored breathing and faint, incoherant whispering. I told myself it was just the wind and started slowing my breathing to relax. I zipped up my jacket a bit to cut out the bitter cold, pulled my knit hat over my ears and put in my earbuds to listen to Spotify. No signal. I dismissed it as a dead zone and settled on music in that was already on my phone and cranked the volume to the usual obnoxious level that teenagers love. I couldn’t have been more than a song in when I realized my lantern was dimming/flickering which was weird because I had just replaced that batteries that week. I decided to just cut my losses and start packing it in because that damn feeling was back. I got up from my chair and turned so that I could fold it up when I felt something warm and moist on my neck, something was breathing on me and I just froze in fear. I am by no means a small guy, I am about 6 feet 5 inches and clock in at around 175 pounds (not fat, I play lacrosse and lift because I’m a douche) so whatever was breathing on me was at least my size. I hadn’t even realized my music had stopped playing and I just noticed that everything but the sound of that thing breathing had stopped. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I was contemplating what my move would be. But then I heard the most gut-wrenching noise I have ever heard just explode from behind me. I can only compare it nails on a chalkboard but distorted. I couldn’t help myself, I just swung my body around with the intent of bludgeoning whatever caused that sound with my folded chair (not my best idea but I blame the adrenaline and pure fear) but I just whiffed. There was nothing there, at least not anymore. I was equal parts terrified and confused. My eyes darted everywhere until something, it, caught my eye. All I can describe it as is being similar to the faceless being that you have discussed. All I could see was it’s “face” peering at me from behind a tree. It let out that godawful sound again but this time I thought I heard another that came from a way out. I didn’t wait around to find out and just ran and ran to my car. I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time I got to my car and my vision was blurred.
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My ex-father-in-law was an old logger.

He told a story once, about accidentally cutting a tree that wasn’t supposed to be taken. He swears the damned thing spun in place for a good 3-5mins. The whole crew witnessed it and swore it was true. When it finally started to fall, they all ran like mad to get away in case it chased the one who cut it down.

There were several different than explanations.

The most popular was that a type of wood nymph or “spirit” inhabited that particular tree; which is why it was marked specifically not to be logged.

The person that owned the land had a fit and in a rage over that special tree and threw the entire company off the land and refused to let anymore logging go on.

Needless to say, the “offender” had to preform several bizarre “requests” to appease the land owner and that trees inhabitant.

Mind you; this is back in the days of hand logging. Not with chainsaws or mechanical gadgets, it took two men (one on each end) of a large, long saw, to cut trees down back then. Both men’s hair turned white overnight, and neither man lived to an old age. Both were plagued with “freak accidents” a lot, up until their deaths. The logging company even went out of business within 4 to 6 months afterwards.

The thing most of the men called it was a " twister tree " and that it was a " tree witch ". A couple of guys said they’d seen it happen before… I don’t think I’d ever want to see something like that in my lifetime. Nope.
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tips on how to avoid these things (old customs from non-Europe, since my family is quite knowledgeable with them), plus i have encountered them before numerous times.

this is a guide, use if necessary - dont look for them (my hands trembling just to write them off).

  1. to move through forest, you need to ask permission from them, just ask them quietly, wait a minute or two and go through.
  2. never go into jungle with open wound/on period.
  3. never separate from your partner.
  4. if you got partner, take note of their last name. each one of you.
  5. if you got separated, you can communicate by code (sender need to mention his first name, receiver reply with sender’s last name) - verification. make twice with each other’s name.
  6. never turn your head back, instead you need to turn your whole body.
  7. never pick anything, if necessary just ask them in simple question, if there’s nothing strange happen, you can pick them, if not leave them alone.
  8. if you see anything strange, better to ignore them (weird trees, weird people), never reply to any sound, just ignore them.
  9. sleeps on ground (open ground, not under trees).
  10. if you need to fight anything, take off your shoes and fight on ground with barefoot (but avoid fight).
  11. if you need to run, please climb onto trees.
  12. do not pee into clear lake, pond or open space in woods.
  13. if you got clothes with blood/or corpse of animal/leftover from hunted animals, please bury them deep enough far from your encampment and never look back again.
  14. when there is a pop sound in your ear, followed by ringing sounds, please beware of your surrounding area. (applicable to all place, not only woods).
  15. when there is crossover between time (such as night to dawn). be careful.
  16. 6th sense can be closed off, at least in my custom. but it can holds only for a while. you wont feel anything supernatural for a few years. it wont hold off. ty.
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I’ve heard “they” will ask you for help, and as long as you refuse helping them they can’t harm you. Helping them is more or less inviting them in. (old wives tale my father would tell us). My dad called them “Wampus Kitty”.
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Summary and conclusion

The original posts don’t give specific locations, and the author doesn’t identify herself/himself. So although the original accounts are very detailed and seem genuine, there is no way to validate or confirm the content, so it is possible that they are just works of fiction.

However, as mentioned in the introductory post, the main posts stimulated a large amount of replies from people around the world reporting similar occurrences. It is these accounts that are most intriguing.

There are documented cases where people go missing in wooded areas in unexplained or unexplainable circumstances.
David Paulides published the film Missing 411, and several books on the subject. The cases he records are in the USA, and are unexplained.
He has conducted various interviews, many of which have been compiled into a Youtube playlist here.

There is an active Reddit community that discusses these cases and others here.

It has to be noted that the vast majority of visits to woods and forests do not include any strange, unexplainable or paranormal activity. Any bad things that happen are normally just accidental or are perpetrated by other humans or animals.

People living, working or otherwise spending a lot of time in wooded areas have more exposure and therefore a higher chance of experiencing something unexplainable. Its interesting that some of the most intriguing stories come from people like this, that are well adjusted to the woods, and know what is normal and what is not.

Summary of guidelines

There are some fascinating comments giving advice on how to stay safe in the woods, these have been summarised in the following check-list:

  • Always tell someone of your plans, so that they can raise the alarm if you are not back on time
  • Do not travel alone, and do not wonder off
  • Don’t take small children, the elderly, the weak or injured into the woods
  • Don’t be cocky, arrogant or boast in the woods, and don’t disrespect them or the plants
  • Keep within sight of each other
  • Don’t become distracted or consumed by electronic devices such as smartphones.
  • Do not leave the main trails
  • Don’t be too loud
  • Maintain a good pace
  • Stay away from boulder fields
  • Take notice of the reactions of any animals that are with you
  • Do not enter into the woods with open wounds or when on your period
  • Burn anything that has blood on it
  • Keep a smartphone with you and make sure it is turned on (can be on silent)
  • Don’t wear red clothes
  • Keep orgonite on you at all times
  • Ask permission before picking fruits or urinating, do not continue at that spot if there is a bad response or uneasy feeling
  • Asking for permission to pass through can be done whenever the landscape changes, do not continue if there is a bad response or uneasy feeling
  • Don’t enter the woods at night
  • Do not pick fruits, smell flowers or hang around under trees after dark
  • Don’t camp/sleep near to berry bushes or fruit trees
  • Don’t stray from your camp fire
  • Listen to your gut feeling:
    If something doesn’t feel right,
    If you feel like you’re being watched,
    If you smell something out of place,
    If you hear something out of place,
    If all sound around you suddenly stops,
    … turn back.
  • If an object seems completely out of place (such as stairs, gemstones, buildings, doorways, arches, beautiful clearings, ponds and small lakes), try not to look at it, do not acknowledge it, do not explore it, do not speak about it until later
  • If a person or creature seems completely out of place, try not to look at it, do not acknowledge it, do not engage with it, and do not speak about it until later.
    Do not help them or follow them

On the subject of guidelines, the following was posted on Reddit recently, recounting advice given by an old grandmother after a lifetime of experience living on the edge of woods:

I wanted to share some things that my grandmother taught me, did, or said in passing that I have never seen anywhere else.

First, background. She was born in 1914 or 1916 (I can’t remember which). She lived alone until she was 90 or 92 in a solitary house at the edge of the woods. She was spry and maintained her yard and garden religiously until she had the stroke that killed her. She was Christian, and watched “preaching” every Sunday. Her home was in the lee of a mountain.

  1. She buried metals at the four corners of her property. I don’t remember exactly, but I think it was Iron, Copper, Gold, and Silver. The directions, I think, were North - Iron, South - Copper, East - Gold, West - Silver.
  2. She loved trees, but would not allow trees to grow closer than 10’ apart on her property. When I asked her why, she said: “I like the trees, but I don’t want my yard to be the woods.”
  3. She put lines of salt across the entryways to her home and at the gate into the fence around her property.
  4. Speaking of which, she maintained a fence around her entire property (about 2 acres). When I asked why, she said: "Good fences make good neighbors." There were no neighbors for hundreds of yards.
  5. One day I was stacking rocks. She knocked over all the stacks and told me: never stack three rocks together. If you find them stacked together in the woods, don’t touch them.
  6. She told me that I should never be in the shadow of a mountain during the "blue hour" at sunset, except inside a place that is "well kept." Her yard and gardens, she defined as well kept.
  7. She told me that if I felt uneasy in the woods during the daylight, to stand still and say: "I will walk here! It is my right." Being in the woods at night, on the other hand, she said, was stupid.
  8. She said not to wear bright colors in the woods, that “things can see you, same as people.” She said also not to wear camouflage, “you’re not a tree and you ain’t fooling nobody.” She herself wore old-lady blouses in floral prints, so those were apparently acceptable.
  9. She told me to take berries from the verge, in the sunlight, but never to eat berries that are in the deeper woods.
  10. She told me that if you see white berries (baneberry or doll’s eyes), obviously don’t eat them, but also do not go near them. She actually told me to step back several steps after I spot them, without turning around, and then turn around and get away as fast as possible. I never knew why.
  11. She said that if you are walking along the bank of running water, make sure to turn away from the water and walk into the woods for a few feet sometimes, to "stay on track." I am not clear on what this means.
  12. If she found a ring of mushrooms in her yard, she would set a smoky fire in the middle. I don’t know the logic behind this.
  13. She maintained a margin around her property where she didn’t allow any plants besides grass to grow. If vines tried to grow in, she called them “feelers,” and would set a fire in that area to burn them back.
  14. Lest it sound like she was at war with nature or something, she also had the greenest thumb of anyone I have ever met. Even in her heavily shaded yard, she grew vegetables in quantities I have never seen before or since. She had six tomato plants one year that produced literally bushels of tomatoes, whereas when I try to grow them I’m lucky to get three tomatoes off three plants.

So, what does this have to do with Missing 411? I couldn’t help but think about all the things that she told me that seem related to the “common themes” (what to wear, what not to do, etc.) in the mysterious cases. I don’t know what knowledge or superstition my grandmother was drawing on: she wasn’t a Native American, she wasn’t a witch (that I know of), she wasn’t some kind of druid (as far as I know). But she definitely had opinions and told me directly what I should and should not do, and I’ve followed them to the T and have always had pretty good experiences in the woods.

Edit: I thought I’d add: she lived directly next to the south Appalachian cluster.
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There were some other things that she said, but they don’t seem related to the missing people:

  1. If you are lighting the night, make a light that does not cast shadows. If you can’t, just leave it dark.
  2. A house should always have alcohol brewing in it, even if you don’t drink it. (She made blackberry wine and sold it.)
  3. If you see a shadow that looks wrong, point at it and say: "I see you."
  4. Conversely, if you see glints of light or hear sounds that you don’t recognize, never look for/follow them.
  5. If you smell dampness in a dry place, hold your breath and run.
  6. If you are carrying food from the car, never put it down outside to open the door. Go, open the door, then go back and get it. (Little me said: “So it doesn’t get dirty?” and she said: “No, it’s in a poke. But things might get in.”)
  7. If you cut yourself, before you bandage it or wash the blood off, drip some on the ground outside your house.
  8. If you look at someone and feel queasy, or disconcerted, then leave the situation immediately.
  9. If someone smells like sour milk, don’t let them in your house.
  10. If someone walks through your garden, even if you can’t see any tracks, rake the paths between the rows to “settle it.”
  11. The best place to sit outside is under a cedar tree.
  12. The worst place to sit outside is under a black-gum tree. (I don’t know what makes it “bad.”)
  13. Don’t deviate from a path unless you have a good reason to. (This meant that her yard, despite being very green and alive, was covered in dirt paths where she walked every day.)
  14. Don’t wear more rings than you have to. (She thought anyone married must wear their ring at all times.)
  15. If you hear your name called, and you don’t recognize the voice, never answer.
  16. If it rains but the wind doesn’t blow, wait until dawn, noon, or sunset (whichever is next) before going outside.

There were even more, but I don’t remember the specifics, or garbled them in my memory.
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A few more stories posted recently:

I was living in Brazil and a friend and I decided to do a one night out-and-back through mountainous rainforest terrain in one of the southern states. We mostly wanted to get some exercise and do a gear shakeout before going on a longer trip in Patagonia.

The experience started out really tough. We were doing almost constant climbing and it was hot. Humidity was near 100% through lush vegetation. Eventually we were pretty much in clouds and completely drenched from sweat and humidity, it was kind of hellish - soaked to the bone with no chance of drying out. Fortunately, at that altitude it gets below freezing frequently at night so there weren’t many insects or animals, only birds. We hiked for probably 8 hours with little progress, it was slow going through tough terrain.

At early evening we came to a flat spot (the first we’d seen in hours) and decided to make camp as it was starting to pour. I basically made camp in several inches of standing water. I was beat anyways so I just sat in my tent reading.

Around 3 AM I woke to a girl singing in the distance. The singing kept coming closer, until she was singing right at our tents. She pushed past us and the singing drifted off. She was singing (maybe a lullaby, or children’s song?) about rain in Portuguese, but it sounded very strange.

An hour later, I got woken up to the singing in the distance again. She was coming back towards us, singing the same rain song. As she passed us, I could hear a little exasperation in her voice. She continued singing and went back in the direction of the trailhead.

Another hour later, I was again woken up by her singing as she was again coming back towards us, except now she was also crying. She continued to cry and sing as she moved past us for the final time.

We woke up that morning, looked at each other, said “what the fuck was that?”, and then got on our way. It was very eerie at the time, and I don’t have an explanation for it. We were in an extremely isolated location and the trail was definitely only used by recreational hikers, so I really can’t say why this woman was out wandering, singing, and crying at 3 AM.
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Okay, so I have a story that happened to me and my friends. To set the scene: We were on a boyscout camping/shooting trip. There were 20-30 of us. We were in a little cabin thing with windows on the front and back, and a front and back door. There were wooden tables all around the area. The adult cabin (with the bathroom) was about an 8th of a mile down a gravel road in the dark. There was obviously a buddy system, because its boyscouts.

So it’s around midnight, and everyone had been telling scary stories, like normal camping trips. Well, I had to go to the bathroom, and asked my friend to come along. He said sure, and he got our knives (we knew that there were bears in the woods, and it made us feel safer). Well, we went to the bathroom, and began our walk back. This is where it got scary.

I felt an instinctual (not sure if thats the right word) fear. I look to my friend, and he had the same look as me. We begin to walk a little faster, and unfold our pocket knives. I then turn around, and see it. It looked similar to a cat, but it was ~6 feet tall, and was on its hind legs, kinda hunched over. I freaked the hell out, and started running. My friend sees it to, and we sprint back to the cabin. It began making a moaning/howling noise (it was somewhere between the two), and followed us slowly.

We pound on the door, and the guys let us in. We tell them what we saw, and they actually believed us. So we lock the front door, and look at the back door. It had no lock. we pushed a table up against it, and had a kid there with his knife, for safety. We draw the blinds on all the windows that had them (one of them didn’t), and we sat there, with all the lights on. Then we see the eyes outside of the windows without blinds. We all are shitting ourselves, and the thing slowly walked to the back door. We heard it bumping up against it (maybe trying to open it, we think). It then left, but we still thought we were going to die. No one slept. When the adults came to wake us up, we told them and they laughed and said we were making it up. We know it happened, even if they dont believe us.
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When my dad and I go hunting we have a specific whistle to call to the other to come. So one time my dad and I went hunting and he told me to just hangout for a second while he went to the left up a hill to scout. I waited for about 15 minutes then I heard the whistle straight ahead and followed the sound. I walked for 10 minutes following the whistle until I heard my dad come from behind yelling at me. When asked why I left I told him that I was heard his whistle. He never whistled. We went back home. Found our local shaman, he said my lover from past life was trying to lure me and take my soul. So thats how we invested in some good walkie talkies.
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In the Army. During an exercise where we had to dig a pit at night, multiple people saw my buddy in my pit digging when he was definitely not there. He was on picquet out the front of the position.

That wouldn’t really spook anyone except at one point my section commander saw him standing stationary in the pit at night when he was supposed to be digging. My seco went over to speak to him and said “what are you doing?” At which point he got out of the pit and SPRINTED OFF INTO THE BUSH without a word, IN COMPLETE DARKNESS. That is simply not something you do in an army position. There are pits, barbed wire etc everywhere.

At the time he was actually on picquet (guard duty) with another soldier.
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Predator theory

One theory is that there’s a highly evolved species that is a natural predator of humans, that lures, traps and consumes its prey, remaining hidden and undetected for as long as humans have been here.

This theory was suggested and explained by reddit user thelords_cheeps. To recap, his first comment was made in response to Part 2:

I’m a trail guide and backpacker. Years & miles. Seen lots of shit. I can’t explain everything I’ve seen in the wild but I can tell you this: you will see things out there that defy explanation &, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering about them.

If you ever take word of caution, take this like your life depends on it: Don’t go into the wild alone. Don’t stray from your camp at night. Don’t answer or seek out anything that calls you mysteriously in the night. DO NOT believe everything you see with your own eyes.

I need to repeat that, Like your life depends on it: Do not believe things, especially ‘out of place’ ‘people’, voices, or suspicious things that you see, even with your own eyes, especially when your gut & instincts are warning you.

There’s something out there, something that scares grown men even like me, something we won’t talk about but it’s real, has no consistent form, and it lures you.

If you are a wild thing & a hunter of human beings, there’s no better hunting ground than our busiest national & state parks. Note I said busisest. If you are a hunter of opportunity, then there’s no better prey than the young, the weak, the old, the alone.

There’s something out there, so old, so skilled, so clever & cunning, not just a being but a species, that has or have developed a specialized survival skill: luring & preying on lost or solitary humans.

Can a predator in the natural world lure, trap, summon or even hypnotize their prey? A quick google search should yield you hundreds of examples of such species in the animal, fish, bird, and insect kingdoms.

What I submit, if exist such a species, old as man, who’s success depended on the successful hunting of humans, not only would it be very clever and good at it by now, but we’d have no record or memory of it in our history, just as no insect has probably ever survived an encounter with a trapdoor spider.

I submit their hunting approach is case by case. They’re lure different depending on their human prey’s age, strength and size, but what I submit is that our oldest natural predator, an undiscovered predator, is still opperating due to it’s skill of being able to read us like a book, hit us with lure (a lure I’ve distinctly recognized several times, particularly at night, just beyond the glow of the campfire) lead us into a trap, to never be seen or heard from again.

People I submit a thing exists, something’s out there, a species, that’s not too unlike Stephen King’s “It”.

I’ve felt the lure, tasted it, smelled it. It’s the smell of food when you’re hungry, company when you’re lonely, music where there should be none, beauty where there’s danger. Nothing can explain the sensations, but deep down you’ll feel it, in your gut. Something’s not right. Something’s waiting. Something’s watching. Ask any man who’s survived long enough alone in the wild. There’s a Siren like hunter out there. It’ll own you dead to rights, if you don’t listen to your gut.

Having said that. I have questions. These stairs, do they move? There one minute, gone the next? Do others always see them? Or are they visible only to ‘targets’? Do they see stairs? Or for them are the stairs another lure, like an apple pie, a warm bed, something to surrender to?

What I’m getting at are these stairs def sound like the work of the It. A cave or door might be to scary to enter, but stairs, a perfect lure for the “Search” & rescue mindset. Perhaps the vison of stairs are perfectlyt taylored to what’s on ‘your’ frame of mind. “If I could only find some higher ground to spot that lost kid. If only I had a ladder or a…”

See what I mean?
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He then elaborated a bit in response to Part 5:

Here’s how It operates. The Vet at the training op (story 2) followed the lure alone (faceless backpacker) in the middle of the night a mile from camp? My god what an unfortunate choice. Don’t do that. Don’t ever, ever do that. Lucky to be alive. Balls the likes of which can be seen from space tho.

I’m going to speak this in clear English, explain It like you’re five. This creature is a predator, a meat eater & a trapper. It hunts, watches, waits, lures, pounces, you’re dead.

Don’t go into the woods at night. Don’t stray from your camp fire. Don’t take your eyes off each other. Stay away from wild berry patches and boulder fields. Don’t trek too loud. Remain steadfast. Never wear red (unless you’re trying to match the butcher aisle). Tallest man is the anchor, hikes at the back of the line, second tallest, front. Don’t take small children into the forest or the weak, elderly or limping. Hide your wounds. Keep your injuries, wounds, and blood covered. Burn bloody field dressings. Blood will only excite it.

You’re being stalked & lured into a trap. It’ll probably be death by suffocation or broken neck. Those that have felt like they were being followed, circled, watched, were being hunted. It deploys a remarkable and segmented method of capture. That ‘know they’re watching’ sensation’s Stage One.

Stage Two, somebody’s calling you.

Been trackin this thing at night, solo for years. Night affords me sensory advantages, improved hearing, smell, situational awareness. This has allowed me to counter-creep on it, triangulate it. Without light, I could only ever make out it’s shape, hieght. It’s never where I’ve positioned it, however. It’s moved. Invariably to reaquire it, all one has to do is turn around.
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A while later, he replies to someone’s account of being stalked, possibly by a “Skinwalker”:

The term skinwalker’s a regional understanding of truly a global phenomenon really. In fact it’s an organism indiginous in most corners of the globe, a predator, a trapper actually. Not hard to understand. It needs to eat, and tho quite efficient and deadly, it’s not looking for a fight & that’s where it relies heavily on deception. Tho apparently it has trouble rendering faces (there’s a reason for that too)

You don’t have to be in Navajo country, the US, the forest or North America for that matter or even at night to be at risk of encountering one. I call them the It. Think of it not as a shape-shifting person or entity or of an imaginary species or something wiser than man *tho more cunning for sure. Realize mankind’s always anthropomorphized, or personified faculties of nature for lack of an understanding. So let me be clear there are things that just are, that most can not quantify, like the oldest language of all life, a relationship, predator & prey a talk that begins and ends in the hunter’s digestive track *from when it’s stomach first growls with hunger, to the time it’s prey’s (it’s meal) is changing from solid (living) to warm food, fuel for the next hunt.

There are no rules to this engagement, the predator eats & the challenge is how. Spider’s catch their food with a hidden trap, a web. The owl, swoops down silently from above in the night. Dolphins and other marine mammals blast their prey with directed energy from behind, invisible shockwaves of sound. The It, gets inside your mind.
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He wrote the following in response to someone’s account of being stalked when alone in the woods:

You had a run-in with the It. The fact you’re alive means it had recently eaten or deemed you too large for the kill. It’s looking for food not a fight. The It lures those into exactly the type of setting you found yourself in when you experienced Contact. Contact is typically the final phase of it’s designs for it’s kill before the reveal. The Reveal is usually an attack from behind. There is no escaping the It once it has you by the mind. This is what I refer to as ‘the Grip’. Without knowing, we all seek to behold that which we can’t put our finger on, solitude with creation, our own proverbial burning bush, Contact. Contact is what we seek without realizing when we venture off the trail or away camp & from others, away from the campfire or as you stated, where no one else would go. The Grip makes this seem like a choice when in fact it’s our delivery. The grip delivers you to the It. Why would one do this? Seek something unidentified, dangerous & intangible. Why does the pizza man deliver his pizza. For the same reason: someone’s hungry and like him, you were summoned. Mankind has his role in the natural world. Man’s not prepared to know it’s to feed something. The good news is you’re not crazy. I am the hunter of this thing.
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In response to being asked if it would follow you home, he wrote:

Lots of predators in the animal, fish, & insect kingdoms, lure or trick their prey. Feeding is ambush not a chase or a fight. Humans have forgotten they too can be compelled, lured into a killing box for the purpose of the simple, natural feeding behavior of a meat eating predator. There is no good or evil about it. It is a basic primordial relationship, predator & prey. In my hunt for this thing that compels us to the forest, away from safety and alone, I discovered certain death at the end of this goal & an exploit in the constitution of man that allows the hijacking of his senses. This does not follow you home and would have nothing to do with a discovery of a dead body. This is something that lures to feed. And humans aren’t It’s only prey.
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More details:

The It has evolved so that it’s prey is delivered dazed, willing & compliant to it’s lap. It’s prey is often delivered, lured by triggers, wether it is hungry, ready to eat or not. The It is always either hiding or on the move. It is constantly pursued …by it’s own prey, pursued by adoration. To it’s prey It emits a haze by which they feel they are destined to either mate or experience an audience with god. It is the Burning Bush of all that it attracts. It can not turn this off. It can only hide & move & when it wants to… feed.
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Replying to someone who is energy sensitive who feels drawn to revisit the place of previous mild paranormal activity:

I’m going to state this to you in plain English for the sake of your safety & well being: you have a precondition that could kill you. You are a sensitive. You can see, feel & detect things that others can not. Yay, great for you, but here’s the hard part. I hope you’re sitting because this something few are aware of that I totally understand is going to sound shocking to you but… here goes: there are things, predators, in the animal kingdoms, that exploit, depend on, this predisposition of yours, ours, the lost & “the missing”, as a means of luring prey. This is a very old, very unfair but very natural relationship. In simpler terms, you are gifted, a sixth sense. The bad news: nature’s hacked this long ago as a means of predation. Example you detect things other people can not, hidden events and things, danger in the treeline, ect… you’re alerted, aware, frightened. The bad part: inexplicably you’re drawn to it.

We all share this danger. You: more so. It’s important you resist all self destructive impulses. Got it?
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Explaining the events of that paranormal encounter:

Her partner in her childhood disappearance/encounter. They were both not only targeted, lured & seperated from the “herd” (such as how large, land-based mammal predation is executed) but (in a component few are aware of) they were caught in what’s known as the “grip”. *Consider it like a halucenatory state or hypnosis triggered by proximity (most likely scent of) the predator. This ia a predatory ability that’s been until very recently misunderstood. I’m going to tell you something you will not believe. We as humans are prey. And there is an exploit in our constitution that allows for an overide of our basic faculties in the proximity of a certain yet difficult to describe land predator that has evaded human detection since before we came down from the trees. In our hubris we’ve indulged ourselves as the apex, designed in the image of in fact god. And yet why would god have in it’s design, the forward set eyes of the predator & yet the rearward facing ears of the prey? What could sneak up on and snatch god from behind? Something’s been doing this to man since before we traded our own fur for the pelts & skins of other beasts. It’s why we fear the night. Why the treeline is revered. Why we did not invent fire but fled to it while the rest from. It’s why we run! run well & in fact can run longer than most species. We are not only hunted, but we have flourished, livestock, the earth: a game preserve. That’s why, how you or I could disappear without a trace & for the rest, life goes on. The nature of this predator / prey relationship is deeply engrained in our construction. It’s in our software, the basis of our coding. We are not only meant to be it’s food, we designed not to know or even ask. But oh well, you asked…

They survived because they were together. It would appear their hunter had designs for just one & when they couldn’t be separated one was turned against the other. Hence the sudden anger her companion deflected against her. Op your friend’s mind was hacked, both were actually, & she was involuntarily trying to leave you behind, sacrifice you, because she was being driven remotely to do so. (This same friend would later take her own life btw…) Op you’re very luck to be alive. Go ahead, say the name. You said it was right then she called you a name.
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Expanding upon it further:

There exists on the land a predator that, when close, can hijack a man’s will. It can literally call you, you’re drawn to it, so it may eat. Natives, tribal people around the globe know of this. Geographically, culturally, it has many names. It is so in control of our faculties, we’re not even permitted to accept or even rationalize it’s existence. Modern people simply reject it. We watch our friends, family, & relations even the famous or the wealthy fall prey to harmful influences, like drugs, gambling, cults, hypnotism, religion & fakery & yet, we can’t accept the science, the physiology that makes this possible. We. Are. Hackable. The human mind is perforated with exploits. We are easily lured to our doom. And yet, we don’t embrace the reality that nature exploited this long ago, before tools, before even language, as a means of an easy meal. Our biology is so in fact wired for this relationship, it’s even in our fiber not to discuss it. Consider it like an exploit, protected by a firewall. That firewall is ignorance. Awareness is our only way of dealing with this situational danger.
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We’re just another food source for old nocturnal, species of meat eating land predator. Meat-eating land predators are scary enough without realizing some can hypnotize by means of a biological exploit into an ambush & subsequentially kill & feed. I have to remind many have lost loved ones to this process & want to declare my break-down of what’s taking place as not cold-hearted or insensitive but objective. I’m here to report a science & beg apologies in advance I’m not a scientist. I am a nuturalist: an enthusiest & protector of nature & student of natural history. My heart goes out to all the missing & to theirs survived-by & their friends. But I regret to report to you they all most likely have been slain. There’s a hunter out there, not a sigular or individual but a species, that’s well… couldn’t possibly be more dangerous. You see, it possesses the ability to take over the mind & exact directional control of it’s victims & That is why, to my obsevations, it is what I refer to as North America’s Real It.

The closest thing in behavior in modern terms would be the antogonist/species from Stephen Kings It, but… that work of Stephen King is fiction.

The fictional It, could render faces & fed on fear. The real McCoy i’m reporting to you about does not share it’s fictional counterpart’s complexities or designs for it’s prey. North America’s It is a relatively dumb yet efficiently designed meat eater. In fact none of It’s “supernatural-seeming” abilities are either calculated, deliberate, or even super or extra natural. It’s lure is as automatic & instictual (triggered by proximity) as a venus fly trap, mindless snapping closed on it’s dinner. There is no evil or paranormal or demonic or mystical happening here. It can perform this lure by remote command action simply with the tools, (and a little understood exploit) nature has always provided.

We, members of the plant, insect, fish & animal kingdoms do a great many things we have zero control over. Especially in the wild. These actions are overrides, and when compromised, these core duties, or apptitudes for basic movement or motion can yes, lead you off a cliff.

I had a run-in with one of these. My heart is pounding thinking back on that event. I’m very lucky to be alive. And now I have a story, these findings, that nobody will believe. Because everyone whoever experienced that same being is now dead.

The secret of what’s happening to people disappearing in the forest is hidden in plain sight by it’s own seeming impossibilty.

I really think science needs to catch up in order for humankind to be ready to accept what’s already been happening for thousands of years.
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A strange missing person and death/murder case that may be related to this phenomena:

6/15/05: Todd Geib, 22, Casnovia, MI

Todd Geib , 22, was last seen at a keg party and bonfire in the early morning hours of Sunday, June 12, 2005. The party of 100 people was held behind an apple orchard in a rural part of Casnovia, Michigan, a marshy area containing 6 miles of hip-high grass. Geib apparently left the party to walk to his cousin’s home at 291 Moon Court, where he rented a room. He lived near Half Moon Lake, about a mile and a half southeast of the party site and may have been seen walking along Moon Road.

Geib was last heard from during a series of cell phone calls between 12:47 a.m. and 12:57 a.m. on Sunday. At 12:47 a.m., he called the friend who had driven him to the party to say that he’d “had enough” and was walking home. He then called a friend at 12:51 a.m., but all he said was, “I’m in a field,” before the phone call cut off. The friend called back and heard only what she thought was either breathing or the wind before the call ended. The phone was then used twice over the next few minutes in an attempt to call the friend back with the last attempt ending at 12:57 a.m. Geib’s phone was not used again after that. Neither were his credit cards.

The area where Geib was last seen was thoroughly searched three times. During one of the searches, an estimated 1,500 volunteers as well as aircraft searched the area around the party site. Nothing was found.

Three weeks later, on July 2, 2005, Todd Geib’s body was discovered in a remote pond near the party. It was reported, “according to the couple who found Todd, he was standing upright in Obenhall Lake. They remember it distinctly because his head and shoulders were sticking out of the water. With a blood alcohol content of .12, the cause of death was ruled “drowning.” The manner of death was ruled “undetermined.” The Michigan State Police closed Todd’s case.” (Piehl, 6/12/09).

One police officer initially provided speculation to Geib’s mother, Kathy, that her son had gone for a swim. But it didn’t make sense. Geib was found fully clothed with his wallet in his pocket. (Piehl, 6/12/09).

Geib’s family does not believe the official ruling. They believe Todd Geib died as the result of a homicide.

In 2009, Geib’s autopsy report and recovery photos were reviewed by Dr. Michael Sikirica, a board certified Forensic Pathologist and CEO of Forensic Identification and Profiling Labratory. He showed the file to his team, other investigators and also shared the data at an international convention of Medical Examiners. All agreed with Dr. Sikirica’s conclusion–that Todd Geib who had been missing for three weeks, had been dead 2 – 5 days. (Piehl, 3/3/10).

Despite these new findings, the Michigan State Police refused to reopen Todd Geib’s case.

In March 2010, Kathy Geib told WZZM13, “We can’t bring him back with an investigation, but Todd deserves justice,” said Kathy Geib. “It’s almost like saying Todd’s life is worth nothing when we have all this evidence and no one turn back to see what happened.” (Brenzing, 3/18/10).

Kathy Geib is still fighting to get the case reopened. A small rally–Justice for Todd–was held June 10, 2012 in Ravenna, Mich. to help urge police to change their minds.

“There was no water in his lungs,” she elaborated in an interview with Heather Lynn Peters of MLiv e on June 6, 2012. “From what we have found from the professionals is that he had been placed in the water after he was dead. They are 100 percent in agreement that in this case there were clues missed.”

She hopes it will be enough for police to open a case.

Case Details

Name/age: Todd Geib, 22
Hometown: Ravenna, Mich.
Last seen: 6/15/05 Casnovia, Mich.
Recovered: 07/02/05 Obenhall Lake
Investigating Agency: Michigan State Police

Source: https://footprintsattheriversedge.blogspot.com/2005/06/61505-todd-geib-22-casnovia-mi.html

This report comes from Brent Swancer, an author and crypto expert living in Japan:

This happened to me when I had just turned 18 years old, just before I was to head off to college, and I had decided to take a road trip from my home town in California to Denver, Colorado to visit a friend of mine there. I did not have much money, and my parents thought it was a bit of a whimsical idea, but they let me go through with it anyway. I thought at the time that I could handle myself, and at 6’3″ and pretty muscular I suppose I have a somewhat intimidating enough presence, even then, that I foolishly thought I would not run into too many problems along the way, that no one would mess with me. Anyway, it was just to be a drive out there, after which I would stay two days and then come back. Simple. There was no real reason to think it was a particularly bad idea at the time.

Along the way, somewhere in the wilds of Nevada, it became obvious that the drive was to be a lot longer than I had expected, I had left my home too late, and I was getting tired and sleepy. If you have ever taken this drive then you might know that there are vast swaths where there is not a soul in sight for miles around. It might as well be the surface of the moon. There was really not much to see along this route, it was dark and empty, and with the endless, monotonous road ahead and the hypnotizing lane lines flickering by I caught myself nodding off at the wheel on several occasions. I did not really have the money for a hotel to stay at, I barely had enough money for food and gas, and so I decided to pull over at a highway rest area off the highway and take a nap in my car. I only planned to sleep for a couple of hours and then head off along that dark, desolate highway once more. The area was actually rather remote, with nothing around, and at the time there were no other vehicles there at that rest stop, giving it all a rather bleak and imposing atmosphere that made me wonder if it was a good idea to be there or not, but I ended up parking, putting my chair back, and falling asleep even as I turned over the idea of just continuing on my way in my head.

I awoke to a tapping on my car window. I jumped awake, and it was light enough that I at first thought it was early morning. I was somewhat startled to see a young man standing there peering in at me. He was a skinny young man who looked to be perhaps in his early twenties or late teens, not much older than myself at the time, and he was dressed normally, certainly not a vagrant or appearing particularly threatening in any noticeable way, although I immediately wondered why he was out there in the middle of nowhere and what he wanted. He then simply and calmly said “Open the door.” At this I immediately had a distinct sense of palpable menace, some undefinable feeling of threat, and was glad that I had locked the doors of my vehicle. I simply said no. He demanded again, “Open the door,” this time in almost a growl, and I soon noticed that there were two others with him lurking in the background, and that there was also a pick-up truck nearby, which I assumed to be theirs. Upon this truck was mounted a spotlight that was turned on and pointed at the ground, which was why the whole area seemed to be surprisingly illuminated. In actuality it was still the middle of the night.

This is where things get bizarre indeed. Thinking that it was just some kids screwing around, I took out a knife I had brought with me and just held it there where he could see it, which I guess was pretty stupid in retrospect, but remember I was just a dumb teenager and I thought this would maybe scare them away. It in fact had quite the opposite effect. The young man became absolutely infuriated , and let out what I can only describe as an animalistic howl or wail, quite chillingly inhuman in its intensity, as he violently shoved my car to send the vehicle quaking, and I actually felt it lift from the ground a bit. It was breathtakingly horrifying, totally out of nowhere, and was a jarring, frightening display of strength I never would have expected from a person, let alone someone with such a slim frame. It is hard to describe just the amount of alarm I felt at that moment.

This is when I noticed that the two other people with him in the background had something quite off about them. I could see that their eyes were either glowing or reflecting light like those of a cat, I don’t know which, which either way you might recognize as something that human eyes do not do. It also seemed that they were, I don’t know how to describe it, blurry? Fuzzy? Do you know how when you are watching a TV program with bad transmission and the people on the screen look jumpy and distorted? Can you imagine that? It was like that. They seemed distorted, broken, and vague, as if infused with some sort of static. It was almost as if they were tenuous, having trouble with staying in focus, staying in reality, having difficulty existing, or that they were quivering or moving to and fro at great speed. It was really very strange and although I suppose I am a decent writer I find it quite hard to fully describe in words. The next thing I knew, one of them, a girl around the same age as the man, who was now panting and scowling like a rabid dog, his visage twisted and contorted beyond the thin pane of window separating us, was suddenly just there beside him. One moment she was standing in the background some distance away, and then she just was right there in the blink of an eye. It was abrupt and disorienting to say the least. Then she also said “Open the door now.”

This is when I snapped out of my shock and started my car. I didn’t honestly didn’t think it would start, thinking that surely they must have done something to it to cripple it, and that I would be stuck there in its metal prison until they smashed their way in or someone came along to help, which was a slim possibility considering the sheer emptiness of the road and the fact that the chance that few vehicles passing by in the night would even know something was wrong was a remote possibility at best. To my genuine surprise the car did start, and I tore out of there as fast as I could. As I did so, the spotlight on the pick-up truck immediately sprung to life and swung up to home in on me, blinding in its brightness and following my car with perfect precision.

I stepped on the gas, and as I did I was shocked to see that one of them, not the original man or woman, probably the other one or even another hiding in the shadows who I had not seen, was running along side my car. I think it is important to mention that at this point I was almost to the actual highway and steadily picking up speed, perhaps going 40 miles an hour at that moment, yet there this person was, another young man, easily pacing me as the spotlight pierced forward to track me. As he ran, barely even looking tired, he reached out to knock on my window, and it was all so totally strange and frightening that I remember I let out a scream, something that I usually do not do and which I can probably count on one hand how many times I’ve done it. As I reached the highway and picked up speed he tried to keep up with me, banging on my window the whole time with increasing force, and probably made it up to around 50 miles per hour before he finally fell behind and faded into the distance. It was all absolutely mind boggling.

I just drove off as fast as I could, my foot heavy on the pedal, and although that persistent spotlight stayed on me until I was out of sight, the truck oddly did not give chase. I hauled ass until I reached an off-ramp into a populated place, and I must have sat there at a diner for about 3 hours, shaking and trembling at the whim of the adrenaline that was coursing through me. I could not keep my hands still, I must have looked a mess, and I remember the waitress asking if I was alright on numerous occasions, but I lied and said that I was just frightened because I had almost crashed out on the road. I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone or call the police. It is probably because I didn’t think they would believe me, hell I barely believed it, and also the fact that I was eager to reach my destination and did not want to deal with the hassle, especially since I was in one piece despite my rattled state.

I never did tell my friend in Colorado about it, and indeed I have never told anyone at all about it until now. I was terrified to tell anyone about what really happened. This may all sound very dramatic, but I assure you it did happen, I am not exaggerating, and to this day it is rather traumatic to think about. I truly feel that I was not meant to make it out of there alive, and that I should have died or even worse at that rest area. My life was surely in some form of danger. I often find myself wondering how many other travelers along that desolate stretch of highway were confronted by those odd strangers, and what would have happened to me if I had opened my door as they had demanded. To this day, it gives me duress just to bring up these memories.

Adding to this is that I have never been able to figure out just what exactly happened there on that highway or just who or what it is that I encountered. It is so bizarre and inexplicable, and doesn’t even clearly fit any strange phenomena I know of. Who were those people? Were they even people at all? If not, what were they? Were they wraiths of some sort? Black Eyed Kids? Shadow people? Vampires, for Pete’s sake? What? I mean, what in the world was going on there? Who were they? I have no answers for it, and the whole incident leaves me baffled and not a little frightened to this day. Now, I like to think of myself as a reasonably intelligent and rational person, I was not drinking at the time, and I was not doing drugs. I would really like there to be a pat, mundane explanation for it all, but I can find none. I can’t even really find any known phenomenon out there in Forteana and the world of the weird that really fits in with what I saw. It is all completely and utterly bizarre and confounding to me.

Source: https://mysteriousuniverse.org/2017/06/on-my-personal-brushes-with-the-unexplained/

My wife has roots in Arctic Village that has a native population of about 150 residents that live a mostly subsistence lifestyle located within the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska. This village is about as far north as one can get in North America without visiting the northern coastal villages of Alaska. The nearest hub city is Fairbanks, about a 2 hour plane ride south, where we live. So obviously, this is very rural Alaska, but the Gwichin Athabaskan people have lived in this area for thousands of years and have adapted well to the land and animals for sustenance.

Arctic Village kind of sits on a plateau in a valley surrounded by vast areas of lakes, marsh and then beautiful rolling mountains. It is freaking beautiful region, especially in the summer. And the village has beautiful foliage, bushes, and tundra growth throughout it.

But my wife’s story actually came from one of her cousins that has two boys there. The story her cousin shared went like this:

It was Fall time up in Arctic Village in 2017. Her cousins boys were playing outside around the house as they usually would be in the afternoon. I believe she called out to the boys to head in, and her three year old started up towards the house while her teenager started up shortly after. When her teen reached the home she asked where his little brother was, and he said that he thought he had already reached the house as he just saw him walking up just a minute or so before. So they started to call out to him and looking around, retracing the path the older boy thought he took.

Minutes turned to ten minutes, and so on. Now, everyone has a CB radio in Arctic Village, so she got on the radio and started asking around. More and more people started getting involved. Her older boy was even driving around on the four-wheeler by this time frantically looking for him.

After about an hour or so, my wife’s cousin was scanning around the lakes and marshes with binoculars and finally saw something far off in the distance across one of the lakes. Must have been about a mile to the other side of this lake through very rough, wet, marshy terrain.

She had her teen drive the four-wheeler over to check. After about 30 minutes, her two boys returned on the four-wheeler. She just received the scare of a lifetime for any parent.

Now her cousin mentioned a few things that didn’t quite make sense to her. The three year old was perfectly fine and didn’t have a drop of mud or debris on him if he had trecked his way through the marsh to get there. It was also strange that he had traveled so far in such a short amount of time and without getting at all dirty. And he was missing his shoes for some reason and they couldn’t be found.

But what was most troubling, is when she asked her boy what had happened, he simply said, that a ‘big man’ had taken him. This was about all she could get from him, as he wasn’t a big talker at this age.

Why he was taken, and why he was spared, and by what is very perplexing. But following David Paulides work really does show some similarities to my wife’s cousin’s story.

As a final note, the Gwichin people in this region believe in the ‘Na’in’ or ‘woodsman’. Seems like every native culture has one. An entity that lives in the wild and is known to take children from time to time. But thanks for reading and please ask any questions if you have any. This subject is fascinating, albeit a bit scary as I have young kids myself.

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Talking with my Dad, who is Koyukon Athabascan from interior Alaska said the elders in his region would call these beings ‘woodsmen’ and would take children from time to time.

Sometimes the old timers would leave food out on the trails at night so they wouldn’t try and take the kids.

My Dad’s mom once said her friend in Old Kokrines, Alaska was once taken from the village one evening by one of these woodsman. The whole village was looking for her that night and calling out for her. She said she was like in a dream-state, she could here the people calling her but she couldn’t move or react. Finally, the woodsman let her go and she escaped to the river and was picked up by an older man the next morning paddling up the Yukon River.

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Btw the trance idea seems very likely to me as it relates to many missing 411 cases.

As u/OddEdges

puts it—

Victims are selected, that suggests stalked, and then ambushed… It seems that as the ambush occurs any number of things happen, including but not limited to:

i. Victims are hypnotized or lured ii. They are abducted via an extremely fine or unknown form of locomotion, either natural of technical iii. They are outright teleported iv. Victims are skillfully camouflaged by their assailants so well that the rest of the group remains unaware of the attack (“Invisibility cloak”) v. Otherwise undetermined

I am especially interested in that one case of the young man who was rafting and on the phone while he was being or under the impression of being pursued, and apparently said to the person on the other line that he was going to take off his clothes.

Ive also read accounts on this sub where people are drawn to a certain location/perform a certain action (like enter a body of water)…and I believe this carries through in some particular cases where people have demonstrated/apperently done something unprecedented and illogical, perhaps under the influence of something else.

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I started my adventure this year by biking the Arizona Trail. I was riding an Amtrak to get to AZ and met a Navajo man in the viewing car. He was in his mid 30s and day drunk. He said he was headed back to his reservation for a few weeks and hadn’t seen his kids in 5 years.

He told me about his life on the res. Fascinating. He went on a rite of passage at 13 and when he came back he was presented with his wife. At 13!

Anyway I told him I’d be hiking through NM on the CDT later that year and he became adamant that I should know how to protect myself against skinwalkers.

He said that he’d seen one when he was hunting as a teenager with his cousins. He said he watched a huge jackrabbit(head was waist high) walk behind a tree about 150yds away and from the other side of the tree came a humanoid with a tail.

He was visibly nervous when relating this story.

He said skinwalkers live on the reservation lands, usually in caves and gulches and other “bad” lands where people don’t like to go. I took this to mean difficult terrain.

I asked him what they were and he said they were very evil medicine men.

He said to never be alone out there. He said the skinwalkers will try to influence your thoughts and emotions. I.e. make you have bad thoughts and want to hurt yourself or others. They’ll make you depressed and suicidal according to him.

They’ll also try to lure you off trail. He said never ever follow one. That they’ll try to get you away from your group and lost in the wilderness. Now this is really interesting to me because again it’s the element of choice and it seems like they don’t just grab you, you have to go to them.

He said if I saw one I could identify it from the fact that it will look like an animal but not quite right. It’ll have some characteristic that is off, like a rabbit with human feet or eyes. Again very interesting and makes me think of the men in black scenario where they look almost human but are just off a little bit and not quite right.

He said the only way to kill one was you coat arrowheads or bullets in the ash of I think an Ash tree but I’m not positive what type of tree he said. Also if you saw one to rub yourself down in the ashes of that same tree and that would protect you.

I don’t think the guy was trying to screw with me. He seemed very genuine and genuinely shaken when he was telling me this stuff. I asked if I could get his story on video but he really didn’t like that idea.

I think it’s really interesting how all these native cultures have stories about entities in the wild that will try to take you in some fashion. It can’t all be myths.

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I was lucky enough to talk with a Navajo Ranger last December before I visited the Navajo and Hopi reservations. He recommended the following, in case you haven’t hit the trail yet and you’re interested:

> carrying turquoise for protection, the more the better.

Note: Turquoise is included in our pendants with exposed gemstones, and I have real, genuine turquoise (most turquoise sold is not really turquoise) that I can add to towerbusters, cones, etc. for custom orders - @Adam

> salt helps. He said his grandmother threw salt over her shoulder. Salt around the door to your tent might not be a bad idea, silly as it sounds.

> Would probably be tough to find, but he said some Navajos put cedar ash on their foreheads for protection.

> He also said corn pollen is used for protection. If you’re near Gallup at any point, there’s a big flea market there every Saturday where you can find people who sell corn pollen and other protective stuff.

> I asked if my grandfather’s rosary would do any good, and he said anything good that had belief/juju in it might be a help. I took the rosary.

> This guy said you were good so long as it was daytime. I realize you’ll be there at night, so I guess be more careful then.

> I was driving, so he recommended staying to the main roads. Not sure if that would translate to the main trails.

> He wouldn’t even say the word, and instead referred to them as “sw’s.” He recommended I do the same.

> He said that people don’t quite understand how powerful their voices are. If you’re firm and vocal and tell, say, a ghost to leave, that’s powerful. Don’t know if that would work on an sw, but just in case, if you’re that unlucky, who knows…

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This reminds me of the same requirements in the fae lore. You have to make a conscious decision to go with them. Also in the same vein vampires can’t just walk in to your house, they have to be invited.

My theory is that it’s to do with intent. They can’t take you but can trick you in to making the decision and then it’s all your fault.

There’s an interesting parallel with the idea of “predictive programming” which maintains that the ‘elite’ announce their actions in advance so they feel that you have been warned and passively accept whatever happens.

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Skinwalkers are definitely real, and you will definitely know when you come across one lol I am not Navajo, from a different tribe located in North America, and we have the same thing on our Rez, of course along with other tribes. Mainly located on in or around our Rez. This is because there is thick history, evil ugly history mainly located at or around these sites, some are sacred sites. We also have people within our tribes that can, and WILL, put bad medicine on you. That is, if they greatly despise you, fueled by jealousy and hatred. Can attract skinwalkers and evil entities alike, and worse case they can kill you. But I do believe these things also exist OUTSIDE of our reservations. There are a lot of people filled with hatred and bitterness and that energy can definitely be spewed at the ones they are jealous of. Went a little off subject lol but yes skinwalkers are real be careful and maybe get some sage from a native and “clean” yourself before going on your journey and even when you exit, if you believe in something pray for safety even if it is just from bad weather.

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My grandparents owned a trailer near Sacramento, NM (in the Lincoln National Forest) in the mid-90s and my mother, two siblings and I visited on a weekend sometime during that era. I had two teenage male cousins that were also visiting the same weekend. While there, my two cousins offered to take my mother, siblings and I on a hike. We left shortly after sunrise our first morning of the trip.

The first couple of hours of the hike were normal enough, nothing worth noting. However, as the day wore on, I remember my mother became worried that we were getting lost. She expressed her concern to my two cousins who were leading us. I remember them assuring us they knew where we were and we continued on. They wanted to take a different return route because they wanted to show us a river, which is a rare thing for folks from southern New Mexico. But as we kept going, there was no river in sight and my mother became convinced that we were lost. My cousins assured us once again that we were not lost and told us about a road a short distance away that we could wait at while they went back to my grandparents’ trailer to get a vehicle to give us a ride back in. Once we reached the road, my cousins and my family split up.

We literally waited for hours without a single sign of my cousins or any other sign of human life for that matter. None of us was carrying a watch and this was (obviously) before cell phones so we were stranded. Eventually, a red SUV type vehicle (I don’t recall the make or model) came around the mountain. We were partially relieved but also somewhat apprehensive because we didn’t recognize the vehicle. The vehicle slowed down when it came closer to us without us having to flag it down. We didn’t recognize the driver but he rolled down the window and asked us if everything was okay. When my mother walked closer to the window to speak to him she noticed a middle aged woman in the front seat whom she didn’t recognize and, to her surprise, my two cousins in the back seat. My mom ignored the man’s question and immediately started asking my two cousins where they had been. She told them we were hungry and tired and wanted to get back to my grandparents’. Amidst her concern, they both ignored my mom. They just stared blankly ahead and remained silent. Initially, my mom thought they were joking. But the more she tried to get a word out of them, the more awkward the situation became. They remained completely silent and expressionless, staring straight ahead throughout the entire conversation. At this point, I remember my mother becoming visibly alarmed. The man and woman then asked us again if we needed help. They were both EXTREMELY friendly and never stopped smiling. My mother, visibly shaken, declined their offer for help and motioned all of us to return to the side of the road. As we walked away, the man said, “Be careful. It’s easy to disappear out here.” and sped off.

Literally moments later we noticed my grandpas van turn a corner going the opposite direction as the red SUV. Needless to say, we were immensely relieved. My grandpa stopped the vehicle right next to us and we walked around to get in. When the door opened we noticed my two cousins were in the back seat. My mom then started shouting a mixture of anger and amusement exclaiming what a mean prank that was. My siblings and I joined in.

However, my cousins then said they had no idea what we were talking about. They said they had spent all day walking to the trailer and as soon as they got there, hopped in the van with my grandpa to come and pick us up. My grandpa and cousins looked shocked at our accusations and it eventually turned into an very serious discussion with everyone recalling their exact actions along with a timeline of events.

Even after all these years, my cousins swear they are telling the truth.

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I’m Aboriginal. We have our own name for them where I am (Central Australian Desert), Kradatye (pronounced Kra-da-cha). Skin-walkers in the Native American folklore are eerily similar to Aboriginal folkore. My great-nan used to tell me stories, one was when she’d gone picking berries and looking for witchetty grubs, honey-ants and bush-bananas with her sister back when she was younger, one had followed them to where they were camping. During the evening as the sun was going down they’d heard something crying, it sounded near. (When hearing sounds it has the opposite effect - if it was near it would sound far away but if it were far way, it was definitely right there).

They (great nan and her sister) stayed where they were and acted as if they were asleep, alert but paying no attention to it. The dogs they took with them were barking but didn’t move. It was on the outskirts of their camp, just out of the light of the fire, crying. It was there, by the far-away cries it was near and was trying to lure them away from the light. She had told her sister to not look at it or try to speak to it. It sounded like a child crying. She said it didn’t move away until the sun had started coming up. Guess it got bored. As soon as the sun was up they made it home as fast as they could.

This story has always stuck with me. In my culture, whistling at night can draw them, talking about them by word of mouth. Thankfully I’ve never seen one but I do believe they’re out there.

I’ve always known the Kradatye as an evil spirit, it could very well differ between tribes. Even tribes so close together. It could even be derived from the “Kadachi/kurdaitcha man”, but looking back on the stories told to me the latter is also described as the “Feather Foot man”.

From the stories told to me growing up as well, they can make you sick or crazy. I’ve heard of kids going missing out bush when staying out too long (could just be from natural occurrences, but we’re a superstitious people XD), they can supposedly make you see things that aren’t there, eg; you walking thinking it’s a normal path then you walk straight off a cliff to your death. Paying attention to them gives them that power and fear strengthens them.

If you ever see one, ignore!! Ignore!! Don’t pay attention to them, don’t speak to them and DON’T GO LOOKING FOR THEM!!! Don’t be the hero that goes looking for one. They’re not fun.

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In my tribe (Pacific Northwest) we call them the grogus. They are exactly as you described. We burn sage to ward them off. They also hate the sound of laughter. We don’t feel comfortable talking about them out loud.

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Former police officer David Paulides has been investigating and documenting unsolved cases of people who have gone missing in national parks and elsewhere, cases he refers to as missing 411.

The profile for a missing 411 case includes:

  1. People who go missing usually do so in National Parks, around large bodies of water, or near boulder fields.

  2. People from both ends of the intellectual spectrum go missing (e.g. people who have intellectual divergencies or disabilities go missing, as well as individuals who work careers as scientists, etc).

  3. People from both ends of the physical spectrum go missing (e.g. people who are physically disabled and cannot walk long distances, as well as individuals who live extremely active lives and are very fit).

  4. If the missing individual is found alive, they usually have memory loss about the entire event. Children sometimes tell weird stories about how they went missing. I recall one where a toddler went missing on a rather cold night and somehow survived; She claimed a wolf fed her berries from the palm of it’s hand and that’s how she survived.

  5. If the missing individual is found deceased, the cause of death is almost never determined. Often seeming as though they died without a cause at all. Medical examiners usually write that they died from, “exposure” if they do not have a better answer to give.

  6. The missing are found in areas that seem difficult - if not impossible - to reach by foot, or in the time that has lapsed. Such as a child being found 12 miles away in just a matter of a few hours. A common example is children as young as 2-3 going missing and being found in high elevations, such as mountains, 2,000ft in the air. Sometimes the children have their clothes on backwards or inside out, and their parents claim that they can’t even dress themselves yet.

  7. The missing are found in an area that’s been searched by Search and Rescue teams numerous times over a period of days (usually a week or longer). Sometimes they’re even found on the trail that’s used to access the area they’re searching. Almost as if they’re placed there intentionally in order to surely be found by SAR. Search and Rescue teams are meticulous about their searches.

  8. A lot of cases involve people who go missing for a week, but only died a day or two prior to being found, which begs the question of where they were during their time missing as well as what happened to them.

  9. The shoes tend to go missing, either just one or both. Many people are found in bizarre places at high altitudes or in tough terrain, and their socks or the soles of their feet don’t have a spec of dirt or wear on them. This is true for children too.

  10. Search ans Rescue dogs will be unable to pick up a scent, or if they are, they’ll follow it a few feet and then begin acting bizarrely. They’ll circle and then sit down. This is not common behavior for SAR canines.

  11. Investigators do not find any tracks nine times out of ten. If they do, they seem to stop inexplicably and lead nowhere, as if the person just vanished into thin air. Animal attacks are rules out by experts.

  12. Paulides will not investigate a case where an individual has a known history of mental illness. He usually won’t investigate cases where there’s a likelihood that this person left and disappeared by their own accord.

His first book on the subject was published in 2012, and he continues investigating and publishing to this day.
So far he has published 8 books and three films:

Missing 411 Series (books)

  • Missing 411 — Eastern United States: Unexplained Disappearances of North Americans That Have Never Been Solved (2012)
  • Missing 411 — Western United States & Canada: Unexplained Disappearances of North Americans that have never been solved (2012)
  • Missing 411 — North America and Beyond (2013)
  • Missing 411 — The Devil’s in the Details (2014)
  • Missing 411 — A Sobering Coincidence (2015)
  • Missing 411 — Hunters (2016)
  • Missing 411 — Off the Grid (2017)
  • Missing 411 — Law (2018)

Missing 411 Series (films)

Missing 411 (2016)

Vanished (2019)

Missing 411: The Hunted (2019)

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