The missing 411 shit is actually way 2 spoopy 4 me.
It is, everyone I've talked to about it has agreed its some fuckiddy shit.
This somehow feeds my desire to to innawoods.
Any more native american skinwalker pastas? They seem to know a lot more about skinwalkers than anybody else.
>tfw just bought a cheap bubba'd nugget for 40 bucks
>tfw no bayonet
>tfw no ammo
Fuck you guys all I have is a club against the spoopy
>Two weeks later, he attempted to enter the home of a woman but, finding that her doors were locked, walked away; Chase later told detectives that he took locked doors as a sign that he was not welcome, but that unlocked doors were an invitation to come inside.
story I told a few weeks (months?) ago and screencapped as per a request.
I got one that sort of fits the bill, not pasta though
>live in Farmington, NM for about a decade as a chillun
>This is bordering on the Navajo Nation, lots of drunk Injuns wandering about
>some of our family friends are Navajo, superstitious but didn't like sharing it with outsiders
>Run cross country in HS because I'm scrawny and there is nothing else to do in Farmington besides meth and football
>Go to meet in Gallup
>This is near Window Rock, pic related, which is big to Navajos because it was their capitol once
>big in their mythology, part of their creation
>anyways going to and from the meet requires traveling a long ass unlit 2 lane highway through Navajo lands in a shitty schoolbus from the 70's with 20 other high schoolers
>we are heading back at night and have been like an hour, pitch black out, near new moon, bumfuck nowhere
>I'm trying to listen to music when the bus lurches
>look at what the fuck our driver/coach is doing, notice something in the headlights
>looks like a coyote or something, but 8 feet tall
>standing on 2 legs
>running at 60 miles an hour, bobbing in and out of the headlights
>2 of our Mexicans are saying the Lord's Prayer in Spanish
>Look down, try to avoid looking and sort of joining in on the praying
>bus is maxing out, pedal to the metal
>look up after about 2 minutes of this going on as it is
>see it directly to our left keeping pace, running up and down a small hill
>looks at bus, swear to Jesus it made eye contact with me
>bright green inhuman eyes catch the moon, like a dog's eyes in a camera flash
>blood turns to ice
>it stands on a small hill, watching the bus and gets back down on 4 legs
>get back to town, tell my dad
>he tells our Navajo friends, friend's father comes over and burns sage spreading the ashes around our home
>never mention it at school to anybody
I fucked up and started going to /x/ that very same night. Once you get pass the creepypasta shit, you find some really, REALLY scary/interesting stuff..
Turns out I wasn't the only one who had an experience in that area.
>how are you alive
TWIST: I'm not anon OOOOOH
But seriously Indian reservations are weird. I stay far from them.
>But seriously Indian reservations are weird.
They are, and I don't mean just the people. Sure a lot of the people are super uneducated alcoholic fuckups, but there's always this thing in the air I can't quite shake off.
Just this weird alien feeling
Yeah, not the people. I mean the places are generally poor, but that's pretty much par for the course in most places around reservations. It's something else entirely. Let's just say I wouldn't go drive the backroads for fun
Assert your dominance. If an animal looks into your eyes never be the first to look away.
Not sure how it works with skinwalkers but..
>Indian reservations are weird.
>mfw white people coughed on all the weird shit and it died.
Seriously though, if you're ever afraid remember what your ancestors went through. They fought some of the most horrific creatures mother nature had the audacity to spawn with noting more then fire, wood, stone and balls the size of tiger tanks.
And they came out on top.
I would, and have.
Of course, I was armed to the teeth.
The only damn thing that happened was I was stopped by their version of the police and asked wtf was I doing.
I told him basically, "exploring", and he told me basically to "get the fuck out of here.".
Im starting to think these stories are bullshit.
I think I know wtf happen to me
>Driving through US 89 heading towards Page 3am in the morning
>Going out to Salt Lake City to go see family
>Listening to my music not a care in the world
>Suddenly music keeps skipping until I turned it off
>Severe cold chill hits my spine
>Feel as if I am being watched
>Can't be possible
>I'm the only one on the road flying by at 60 mph
>Just try to focus on the road
>See something cross the road at a speed I don't think is fucking possible
>Seriously getting spooked
>Try to calm down and turn on the music player
>Music player was playing "So run with the eyes of the devil and keep them in your dreams" Seether - Eyes of the Devil
>Turn it off fucking quickly
>Almost about to piss myself
>Minutes go by nothing
>Truck's back fucking dips hard
>Almost flipped over into a ditch
>Truck is stopped
>Hear 3 taps on the glass behind me
>Drive through that part of the freeway at fucking 100 mph until I started to see headlights beyond
I will never go cross country at night.
>Assert your dominance. If an animal looks into your eyes never be the first to look away.
>Not sure how it works with skinwalkers but..
I don't think that's what you should do with skinwalkers. I could see a bear or rabid dog, but I don't think these aren't really animals. They're intelligent
Plan B, keep shooting, stabbing or fucking until one of you isn't moving anymore.
Go further back in time there bud. Before civilization.
Aside from being a bigger pussy the modern human is pretty much the same.
Full moon is better then a half/no moon since you can see more shit.
>mfw anon mag dumps some methhead junkie fapping in the woods
in the Zone, they teach that you should run from a Bloodsucker, and if it pursues you, to turn around and fire at the sound it makes, counting on that it'll be directly behind you.
do skinwalkers make noise?
There was a story about that not more than a month ago.
Guy goes innawoods with some hipster fags to a party and meets some pretty Russian chick who was giving off skin walker vibes to aonon, regardless, they fuck anyway. Long story short, looses his shirt, his gun, and goes home morning after.
Anyone have that screencap?
Smarter, faster, tougher and ambush instead of going invisible.
The thing is..
its not spoppy skinwalker stories on /k/
its not immavampire on /x/
its not some faggot replying way to many times in his own thread
It actually happened. The things described in the books and podcasts are real.
Its been reported across the entire Americas (the continent, not freedom land) for over 100ish years.
There is no way a human cult can operate with such scale at such a constant pace and not have someone whistle blow or notice something is really, really fucky. Nor does it explain that the bodies are being found, why would a cult want the bodies to be found? Its easy to hide a body innawoods. Nor are the bodies sexually or physically used/damaged most of the time.
That being said thousands of people go into those areas and have nothing worse then a bugbite to the ballsack.
>little girl skinwalkers
It make a bitching pelt to wear innawoods.
Either you die instantly as they want revenge or nothing fucks with you.
Why do most of the bodies have either exposer or unknown cause of death?
Why are the people dissapearing all across Canada/America in both bumfucknowhere places and areas that have people going through them often?
Honestly fuck knows what it is, all the answers are shit.
Was reading skinwalker stories before bed a few months ago, gf asks me what I'm doing so I tell her about skinwalkers, she won't let me read any of the stories to her but can see how I'm getting a little creeped out so gets creeped out too. Go camping last week and she requests we protect ourselves from skinwalkers.
White ash made from burning white ash corked with white ash twig
Trying to remember how they were all labeled.
In which skinwalker gets shot.
Here, have it as one whole one.
Thank you, I try. Its early here still, so mehh.
Skinwalker the Hedgehog.
Thanks! That makes things a bit easier.
Deserts are often not deserted.
Here have another compiled one.
So, I have a pretty interesting story, sorry for bad english.
It was around a year ago, it was winter, it was snowing like crazy and since I like to go out in crazy weather I thought I go out for a hike. I live in bumfuck nowhere, wolf and bears sometimes wander into cities, but since it was winter I didn't had to worry about bears. There were a few sightings of wolves, but they were old, and far from my place. I only took my pocket knife, a backpack, a flashlight, some food, firewood and matches.
I walked for around 2 hours, I saw a collapsed wooden house, and I started a fire, used the house as firewood. I cooked some food and I noticed a weird smell, I didn't really care about it, I thought my food had some problems, so I just threw it away. The smell got stronger and I wanted to go home, I was hungry and the snowing was so intense I couldn't see more than ~25-30 meters in front of me.
After 10 mins, the smell was so bad I almost puked, and I was lost, I couldn't remember where I came from. I found a really small concrete house, it even had a small window, so I took shelter, started a small fire and opened the window a bit. After waiting a few hours it started to get dark, and the snowing didn't stop. I lit my flashlight, and started to search for a road. It got dark, and maybe it was my eyes playing with me but I've seen a few figures as big as bears on 2 legs, I was scared, I even forgot that bears sleep in the winter. I noticed a small wooden house, it looked similar, I was fucking happy that I found my way home, but I had a sudden urge to look inside the house. As I got closer to it, the smell got even stronger, and when I opened the door I saw a rotting, half eaten sheep carcass, it was skinned and the skin was on the ground like some kind of carpet.
>Pic related, the house is just over the hill.
(Cont if anyone is interested)
So, because I'm the dumbest person possible, I started running, the wrong direction. Fear makes you do weird shit I tell you. While running, I noticed a small tree, I cut down a branch and made a spear of some kind, it was more like a really dull and weak pointy stick. Well, I guess it's more than nothing. So, with a makeshift spear and a pocket knife in my hand I felt safer, and I continued walking on a faster pace. The smell just disappeared, and I was really happy that I'm going home... I only noticed that I'm walking in the wrong direction after I started to see trees... The snowing stopped, but it was really dark, the sky was cloudy as fuck. So, with my trusty flashlight (I still have it next to my bed, it's fully waterproof, it's made out of some kind of metal, and it's heavy, I use it as a hammer sometimes when I go out) I started walking backwards, my mind cleared a bit, and I realized that it can't be a fucking bear... Not this thin and tall, not this time of the year, and bears aren't too silent, this "thing" was waaay too intelligent. I started thinking about spending the night in the forest, since the thing is waiting for me, but I dropped the idea, because where is one there is more. And the fores seems like a good place to hide... Turning my flashlight off was useless, since I think these "things" can see in the dark, so I started walking really slowly, paying attention to even the smallest smell, sound and basically everything. I had lots of clothes on me, so I made a few rags, and secured my knife on the end of the stick, so it can actually stab and cut shit. With the rags, I secured my flashlight to the strap of my backpack, it wasn't the best, but 2 free hands are better than one, and using a spear with one hand is hard. With my fast pace walking it took around one and a half hours to get there, so with the slow pace It would take around 3-4 hours. Well, at least I had a "spear".
>Pic is same place, different angle.
So, I started going back. I never thought I can fear death this much... After a hour of walking, I noticed a smell, and I knew shit is about to hit the fan. I stopped, and just payed attention to my surroundings, I heard nothing, seen nothing. And the smell started to get away. So, I walked 2-3 mins, the smell came back, I stopped. I repeated this a few times, but one time the smell started to get stronger... And so my fear. I lost my mind again, started running, and after some time(I didn't had time to check my watch) I seen the house. I knew there is a dead sheep inside, but it felt like a safe haven. I ran as fast as I could, and as I got really close to it, I seen a figure. I stepped into the house, smacked the door as hard as I could, moved the small table inside to the door, but my back to the wall and started to hold the window with my leg. It was just a piece of wood with hinges. I heard snow cracking, but it was really silent. I heard the thing go around a few times, and I could follow it by the noise. After a time, it stopped. Big fucking silence. I could hear my heart beat, but I didn't had too much time to think, the thing rammed the door, almost ripped it out. I realized that it wants to get inside real bad, and the window was a good opportunity for it to get inside. I'm an atheist, but I started to get ready for Valhalla... It rammed the window, but with almost no force. I knew that the wood is weak, the house is old, the only string thing in it was the door and the table. I heard a bigger crack, then a sound on the roof. I said fuck it, bashed through 2 of the planks, and started running like crazy. I started to see the light, and the real road. I was halfway down the hill, when I heard a few cracks, I turned back and it was right behind me. I stopped. It stopped, but after a few seconds it charged me, I used my spear and tried to stab it... Well, my spear broke, but I think I did managed to stab the fucker.
From that point I just ran. I finally got home, my backpack was ripped, I lost all of my shit except my flashlight. I got home, slammed the gate, the first thing I did was to go into the workshop. I grabbed a chainsaw, ran back to the house, closed the main door, walked upstairs and into the toilet, since it's the only room without a window. Then I started the chainsaw and waiter until it got bright.
Next day I was out to collect my shit, I only found my pocket knife in the snow, it was clear, but it was full and twisted, so I did hit something, the rotting carcass was still in the house.
From that day, I'm never going out alone, especially not when it's dark. And even if I have to go out in the daylight, I bring an axe. Pic related.
So, that was the singe worst thing that ever happened to me.
Well, it was around 2-2.2 m (6.5-7.2 feet) tall, it was thin. But I couldn't really see it because of the snowing and the dark. The one time I was close to it, I could see that it was covered in fur, and had eyes like a cats eyes, only bigger. Like a really tall human, or a really thin bear.
Ohhhh fuck I seent that shit! I'm in CA though, central coast, but I swear I saw some sort of 8 foot tall bipedal dog thing too
>Be me, driving down country road at night
>Road is long and straight, flat farm land (strawberries) all around, 6'-8' deep by 10'-12' wide ditches on both sides
>Beach/dunes at one end of the road, town (industrial area) at the other end
>Highway separates town side and farm side
>Road is well traveled during the day due to farm workers and people going to beach
>Dead empty after about 9pm
>Anyway, be driving home around midnight-1am after an evening of sexytime with a special lady
>I drive this road literally every day, I know it like the back of my hand
>Exit highway and head toward home (away from town, towards beach)
>Semi-foggy night. Not real fog but that thin coastal mist
>see something in mist off edge of road to my right, not something that's usually there, it's on the farm road across the ditch, maybe 20' from the street
>Not really something, just a tall/thin silhouette darker than the night/mist around it
>As I get closer it sort of drifts towards the road
>Must just be a hole in the fog
>It has to be, because now it's "standing" over the middle of the ditch
>As I start to get really close, it suddenly speeds the fuck up like it's running to meet me
>What used to be a faint bipedal-ish shape is now a clearly defined shape of a dog standing on it's hind legs
>Except it's as fucking tall as my lifted GMC Sierra
>I see something like the eye shine where the eyes should be
>I'm right on it now, it lunges at me, hits my truck right at the passenger window
>Fucking nothing, it just disperses like fog that just got BTFO by the air displacement of a speeding brick
I'm 99% sure it was just fog, but for a second there it was very clearly defined, and dat eye shine was green, not red or amber like usual roadside reflectors.
starting a slow burn of posts through my files.
I had to play around with the file type some to make it be under 4mb. Gonna find out if I fucked up the quality...
About what? The dump? Or being treed in a tree stand for 6 hours?
Eh, good point.
I feel legitimately bad for the guy in that video. I can only imagine spending my police career staring at thousands of missing persons cases with no answers, no rhyme or reason. I cant blame him for trying to make some kind of sense out of it.
If it was raining during the beginning of this whole thing, how did you manage to have a fire (talking about how they stayed out of the firelight and how you ran through the fire at one point) going throughout the incident? I want to believe, but that's not making sense.
from experience, fires in the rain, while a pain in the ass to maintain, are not impossible.
You can use sheafes of bark to create sort of a mini shelter specifically for the fire, though if you do it wrong you'll smother it, or it'll smoke badly.
No. I usually wait for the thread to hit page 5 or something to post.
>/k/ has found out about the work of David Paulides and Missing 411
The story of how Paulides Missing 411 research project started basically IS a /k/ copypasta story that's actually true. He was a journalist doing some work on an unrelated story in Yosemite and some Park Service law enforcement officers approached him because they knew of his background in law enforcement and journalism and started telling him a story about how there are so many of these disappearances that are just downright odd, that fit a certain profile of unexplainablity, and that the Park Service generally doesn't do enough to find missing people. Imagine how scared shitless you would get if grizzled national park LEOs told you that
Anyway, Dave's work is fucking nightmare fuel for me because it's just so frightening to imagine that you're taking a normal hike, you go somewhere where people can't see you, even for a moment, and you vanish completely into thin air (or even worse this happens to someone you love)
It's just that sense of being obliterated in an instant and leaving behind nothing but a question mark that scares me.
Also, Paulides is confirmed for /k/-approved because he's stated in interviews that he is always armed in the woods now.
Oh no problem.
You might be interested in this one perhaps.
I've seen it
I may be nogunz, but I ain't new
This one however I am currently investigating. If I don't get an email back tomorrow I'm going to make a call to the Malhuer county sherrif's department as a local student journalist looking up lore from nearby for the halloween special edition of the school newspaper.
I hope so. I've had no luck on this one by the way, granted the idea of something other than a gator ripping someone apart is... not best for tourism, or even luring in new employees.
the bore is amazing, but the barrel itself has been cut down from a 91/30 to a bastardized 91/59
Also 80 dollars was a fuck up on my part, Nuggets are selling pretty well in this area for over 100 dollars, my hope is to sell it now that its clean for 100-150 dollars since its now basically a decent target and hunting rifle. and put all that money into a Nugget that just needs a good cleaning and the stock to be refinished without replacing parts
Not yet. The one I'm most likely got a good chance of finding out something it the human hunting one in oregon.
Go for it. I'm going to crash out for the night, hopefully the thread is still up when I return.
On an unrelated note I somehow had three copies of this one under three different names.
My luck the thread dies while I'm typing
Anyways here goes
>Be 18 in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Australia
>Father says he's got about 400 head of cattle to drove about two days up north and needs another man
>Seems like a good ride/chance to camp out
>Everything fine the first day, was more like a camping trip than actual work anyways
>Pull up stumps the first night, there was 7 of us on the ride, me, my dad and a few uncles/cousins (me being the youngest one there)
>We usually keep two guys on watch while the others sleep, just to make sure the cattle don't spook or anything like that
>Cattle looking really on edge, decide to have two men on watch and one on a horse, was a pretty well moonlit night so if they ran we could give chase pretty well
>Me and my dad on watch, one other bloke who we'll call harry on horseback just plodding up and down around the front of the herd
>All of a sudden hear a stock whip crack and cattle spook
At this point in time my memory fails me but I still swear to this day I heard the whip crack before the cattle moved
>Anyways, we wake the guys up and muster up the herd, we'd camped pretty out in the open so it wasn't that much of a task
>Everything settles down when we realise that harry didn't come back to camp
>figure he must be off chasing some strays or something
>go to sleep, others take watch
>morning comes, harrys back
>doesn't say a word about the night before only mumbles the words "better night tonight" under his breath over and over again
>start off again in the morning, harry driving up the rear, me and my old man on the wing and everyone else doing their thing
>mind still racing about last night
>make camp for the next night when we realise harry had fucked off again
>words like bloody drunk and fucking moron were thrown around as we dig in to dinner
To be continued
>much quieter night tonight, cattle settle in fine and we all get some needed rest, except harry who is still missing at this point
>finish the trip off in the morning, make it to the next station when my old man gets a call
>I'll never forget his face, it went white as snow
>Turns out Harrys vanishing act was a bit more impressive then we'd expected
>I'm not sure what was said in that phone call but I'd never seen my dad look the way he did that day
>he sat us down and told us all what happened, I wish I could remember the exact words but it went something along the lines of
"Harrys dead. He went home after the first night. Rode his horse to death. Shot 200 head of his own cattle and turned the gun on himself. Happened last night"
Now I'm not sure if what happened that night had anything to do with the night before or if I'm simply over dramatising the death of a messed up old man. But i'll tell you honestly, something was not right that night and the way he mumbled those words the next morning still sends shivers up my spine
Unless the Native Americans got the right religion or the rest of the world's religions solved their demon issues it's kind of suspect that they're Demons.
We're not really sure what Angels actually look like. At all. I think there's one or two verses that deal with how angels look and they're very broad. And even if the Bible recounted how they looked then we don't know if it's their true form.
If there is a god I don't think he hates us or we wouldn't be here today. So I don't think he or it or they would have created invincible demon furries.
Well I don't see any Frost Giants in Norway, do you?
You seem to be very attached to your particular brand of God. Pic related.
You know what I mean. There are lots of tall tales of demons and monsters and creatures. I find it odd the Greeks, Norse, Egyptians, Catholics, Arabs, Indians, Aboriginals and god (lel) knows who else got rid of all their demons and monsters but not the Native Americans.
I think he'd create something more in tune with the rest of mother nature. There is no animal or being on the planet that responds well to high caliber ammunition, especially repeated hits, or that can control your mind and mimic human voices, or kill you and use your skin as clothing. It seems odd that skinwalkers would stick out so much from the rest of nature.
I dont recall any of those religions really saying anything about all their demons being rid of , how about this you go to were ever HP lovecraft said R'lyeh was at and tell us what made that "bloop" sound at the bottom of the ocean near that *aka the loudest thing ever recorded* mabye you'll find demons
Skinwalker stories are the only internet spooky stories that actually scare me, only because when I was younger my Navajo gf told me stories about a skinwalker on her grandfather's land way before I went on 4chan or heard any other skinwalker stories.
This shit thoroughly spooks the shit out of me.
I love horror/suspense tails so I like them. But I feel the best (outside the creepy pasta) are just exaggerated stories based on a kernel of truth. Like all good stories I guess.
Most skin walker stories involve someone (or all) who aren't familiar with woods, one person who the protagonist isn't familiar with, and that one person starts acting weird after going missing.
But to me, that's just someone wandering off, actually feeling isolated for the first time in their life, getting spooked, and acting weird.
It then turns into skinwalka tuk a dude.
Well, more odd would be a supernatural habbening, just by definition.
Look back at the story about the llama skinwalker. The way that that anon told the LEO the story. He was so freaked that he thought that even with the anon skinning the llama that the fucker might of got him.
Fear can warp what people remember. Even in a second hand nature.
Similar thing happened to me last Sunday
>driving from Fresno to Smithfield utah with dad
>see that US 30e would get us there 30 mins quicker than through hwy 84
>never driven through this road before
>really barren looking, with plenty of boulders everywhere
>40 mins in I notice something through my peripheral vision that looked like a giant, thin-ish dog running beside the car
>it was dark, so i think nothing of it
>after a few minutes I feel the truck bed dip pretty hard once, then again after a few minutes
>hear nothing particularly strange because of headphones
The front of the car didn't dip at all, so it couldn't have just been a bump in the road. Also, we were low on gas. Another 10 minutes and we would've been stranded there. Luckily as US 30 became hwy 84, a gas station appeared
I think the point is to be afraid of not knowing what is tapping on the window, and that the sensation of you turning around to meet your supposed horror is what you need to avoid doing.
>be me at 14
>Camping out down friends property in Australia
>not really viable farming land so mostly recreational aside form the odd olive plant or potatoes
>riding in hid dads disco (Land Rover Discovery)
>Middle of nowhere so friend is driving (his dad back at camp sleeping)
>Sitting on the tray with a .308 (forget model, pretty generic bolt gun)
>bumping around, ambient noise of engine and things in tray bouncing, cant really hear anythign else
>Slowly goes really quite, car still running but was like I could hear everythign in the surrounding bush
>getting a little creeped out, eerie sort of bush noises
>try to shake it off
>Continue driving a k or so until we get to this old barn that we had never seen before
>friend and I hop out of disco and make our way to barn door (have rifle on my back)
>Padlock on both doors, but there is space to crawl in
>Friend goes prone and crawls in
>As his legs dissapear into barn he starts screaming
>Practically shit myself
>Friend rolls out of the door so fucking fast, nearly knocks me over
"Dude there is something in there"
"Fucking glowing eyes, something standing in there, it tried to scratch me"
>getting pretty on edge by now, not sure what to say
>decide we get in disco and head home
>just before hopping in, see silhoutte peering at us from around the barn, eyes with the creepiest reflection of the moon
"Fucking kill it dude"
>fiddle with rifle to get it off my back
>pull bolt back, all the fucking cartridges just come out of the magazing on the floor
"Fuck it, lets go"
>friend has alraedy started gar and is throwing it in 1st
>jump in and ride back to camp in silence. to scared to talk
>talk to friend next day and we decide to go back to the barn to try and find out what happened and recover the ammo I lost
>friend grabs his dad's SMLE and I take the .308 again
>drive over, watching every bush and tree for creepy thing we saw last night
>Arrive at barn, find bullets in the dirt and pocket them
>friend and I charge weapons and prepare to bust into the barn (he bought a screwdrive and planned to remove a wall panel)
>I keep watch as friend unscrews panel
>taking forever, get that feeling I had like yesterday in car
>hear everything in surroundings
>rustling in the scrub to our right
>raise rifle, scaning bushes
>can see something behind foliage, cant make it out
>thing starts moving, fucking kangaroo (really distinct movement)
>few minutes later friend is done with panel, asks me to help him dislodge it from barn wall
>both pry it off the frame to discover the hideous beast that was inside
>another fucking kangaroo
>we put 2 and 2 together to figure out that we where ambushed by kangaroos last night after friend had crawled right into where one was sleeping
>kangaroo in barn like wtf, just chewing somethign
>shout to it to fuck off, ended up shooting it because it was a cheeky cunt and kept chewing
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Australia
I don't understand why this creepy shit only happens on american woods, none of my local innawoods going friends have any story like these, even those that lived on indian lands for a while.
I did had a native gf that occasionally done weird shit, like call the wind. And I swear the charm she gave me made me really lucky while I had it
This man, motherfuckers attacked wooly mammoths and other mega-fauna with spears. They defended their caves from sabre tooth tigers, massive wolves, and bears that make a grizzly look like a cub.
And here you are, armed with modern weaponry, afraid of some skinny goat motherfucker. Man up dammit.
Nearly 12000 adults missing and with unknown circumstances in Canada last year.
It's not that it doesn't happen, it's that they're better.
It isn't limited to just america, as others have already noted this stuff happens across the world.
>Camping with some other people from a church group
>About 8 people in total, me and my brother included
>Gonna go explore some cave
>Cave of the bells I think
>Get there a little late, no time to do anything else except set up camp and eat
>Clearing with a fire pit in the middle
>Everyone sets up around this, except for bob
>He sets his tent up way out in the trees
>Bob is one of those quiet types but he's a pretty cool guy
>He's 17 and the oldest out of us kids
>The tallest too, even out of the adults he's fucking huge
>Set up mine and my brother's tent
>"Hey annon, Jake and Andrew forgot their tent, can they stay with us?"
>The tent is small, only built for two people but you can probably fit a third in there somewhere
>Someone needs to find another place to sleep
>Volunteer myself so my brother can hang out with his friends
>Don't want to sleep under the stars cause i'm a pussy
>"Hey annon bob is out there all alone, why don't you stay with him?"
>Get to bob's spot
>He's still setting up his tent
>Thing was built for like 12 people holy shit
>Offer to help and ask if I can stay with him
>Fucking thing took forever to setup
>It's dark, and dinner is ready
>Hobo dinners fuck yeah
>Me and bob set ourselves up in the middle of the tent
>Back to back almost
>I always have trouble sleeping on camp outs
>Surprisingly I fall asleep in a decent time
>Dreaming about 14 yearold stuff
>Suddenly I awaken
You know when you're sleeping, and the power goes off or something, and that sudden loss of ambient house noises wake you up? It was exactly like that.
>Quiet, so quiet they only sound I hear is my ears ringing
>tinnitus or something
>The absence of sound is freaking me out
>Reposition myself so I'm right up against bob
>Bump into him
>The quiet had woke bob up too
>"It's really quiet out"
>Yeah no shit
>Suddenly the sound of someone brushing up against our tent
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>We didn't even hear anyone approach the tent
>Me and bob huddle closer, no homo
>Whatever it was it circled the tent about three times brushing up against the tent the entire time
>Trying to figure out what it was
>Couldn't be any of the people who were brought up, none of them would fuck around like this
>Plus it was pretty fucking late at night when this occurred
>We're petrified, keeping as quiet as possible
>Hear something leaving in the direction of a nearby hill
>Several very long minutes later it starts to howl
>Didn't sound like any animal I've ever heard, it was more human like.
>Fucker did this for what felt like forever
>When he finally stops the sun is already coming up
>Hear the sound of zippers, and people quietly talking
>If it's safe for them to get out then it's probably safe for us
>Join everyone for breakfast
>Ask if anyone else heard the howling
>"No annon, we didn't hear anything"
Pic related its the entrance to the cave
After breakfast we broke into two groups and the first one went into the cave, me and my brother were in the first group. The cave was pretty neat, almost got stuck in a small hole that lead into a really neat pond.
And that was it...
Me and Bob still joke about it sometimes. He thinks it was some weird shared hallucination or something, I'm not so sure myself. Pretty sure that sacred him from ever camping again cause he never went out with us after that.
Skinwalkers are simply pranksters no need to fear them. They choose a victim, which you and see a number of said victims in these stories, and just spoop the shit out of them but never really DO anything to them, sure they kill their friends, but thats just casualties of the spoopy prank war
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Parliamental Trappings (confers a 5+ invulnerable save)
Stub pistol (s3 ap 6)
Ceremonial Mace (force weapon, counts as a personal icon)
Quickdraw: Vickers can fire his pistol three times without losing range
Stoic: can reroll failed leadership tests
Commanding presence: all enemy familiars must pass a leadership test or Vickers ejects them for being annoying little shits
Pro tip Mr. Skinwalker.
Instead of killing our friends, simply fuck um up a bit. That way you can scare more people, don't have to deal with human body(do we really taste that good?) and you scar us for life!
If you DO like how humans taste, than feel free to come cult hunting with me and this anon. You'll get to kill all you want and make friend with 2 humans, just don't eat us for fuck sake! You have 10 cult members to munch on.
>EY YA CHEEKY KANGAROO CUNT YA GEET OUTTA ER
>blow its head off
>wake up next morning, look out window
>Kangaroos, kangaroos everywhere
I just got ammo today
>my body is ready
invest in a saw, go outside, cut a tree limb down, use a pocket or kitchen knife and watch as your club/spear hybrid becomes a reality, I used to make and sell wooden weapons and what i called 'apocalypse' weaponry. Turns out if you know how to fashion a cool zombie killing warhammer out of scrap people pay money for that shit
I've got something similar
>Go up to Jenkinson lake for some funs and a little bit of camping
>After blowing through my nugget and burning the fuck out of my hand because I was a dumb ass and didn't lean the cosmoline off the stock
>Set up camp with friends and shiz around 5pm
>Everyone is fed by 7pm and in their tents
>Get woken up by quiet followed by laughing
>hear pine needles being fucked with as this thing is walking around camp
>it stumbles around
>I go through my shit/range bag
>just I can only find my m44 that I had been shooting earlier
>Grab a package of surplus silver tip
>load er up while waking up the other person in my tent
>the fucking thing starts fucking with the car (it's really a van but fuck off)
>Thing scurries out
>I get the buddies up from the other tent
>They heard it too
> We load up and do a quick buddy system sweep
>The ground is too dry to really leave any footprints
>kind of have an idea of the path of the thing, pic related (the round thing was the "firepit")
>Say fuck it around 1am and everyone goes back to bed except me
>I stay up all night in the back of the van with the doors open drinking beer, listening to Rammstein, and finger fucking my nugget
Well that last part was the plan until I passed out around 3am
>wake up to something brushing my toes
>turns out it was my friends dog you go out of their tent
>he jumps into the back of the van with me
>chilling with the dog, music and just as I'm finishing off the sixer everything goes quiet again
>dog looks terrified, not hostile, terrified
>more crunching and rustling sounds
>more unsettling laughing
>everything is faintly cast in moon light
>The silhouette of something is by the front passenger side of the van
>looking at me
>it's eyes are ice and it's groin is fire
>mfw it's OP's whore of a mom
Have any of you experienced anything in Pennsylvania? I live in Philly and have always wondered about any creepy shit going on innapennsylvaniawoods. I mean, I've experienced plenty of creepy shit innacity but innawoods creepy and innacity creepy are just different. Not saying one is worse than the other.
>mfw one story
>mother and two kids
>wants to check out waterfall with eldest son
>leaves younger son, tells him to stay right here
>you can hear anyone approaching the road
>kids fuckin gone
>this was the only time that kid has been out of his mothers sight in three days
I doubt he ran away, it was the only opportunity and something took it.
Honestly sounds like a wolf or some shit. This is however a fine example of natural selection
>leave small child alone
>in the middle of the woods
$20 says they were stalked in and out
Stalins law, if you shoot it in the back of the head enough it will die.
No. I need skinwalker DNA and you will do nicely.
It gets less creepy about halfway through and just turns into an autobiography about the dudes life and gets quite boring.
If you can spare an hour to read through it all, it's a pretty good read.
I have a similar story
> be me
> be today
> sitting in car afterschool
> browsing this thread while listening to the radio
> radio goes quiet
> look at it
> it shuts off
> skinwalkers are gonna get me
> go to start car to gtfo
> battery died
> waiting on friend to swing by and give me a jump
I would take skinwalkers over this any day
Because it depends on the level of religiousness in your Country, ye more people you have that belief into spiritual things, ye more sightings of other supernatural stuff you get.
That is why most of this stuff happens in American woods, but you seldom hear about this shit from western Europe.
>mfw I live in the Hocking Hills region
I guess my friend was right when he spoke to me about all the weird paranormal shit that goes on around here.
Your battery or alternator might be fucked. If it's not a sealed battery you should check the levels of the water. You can throw a couple of crushed up aspirins into the cell for a quick emergency charge IIRC, Also if you're refilling it use distilled water and don't fill it to where the water is reaching the bottom of the caps otherwise it'll overflow when you start it up.
not all the way done yet, reading his 'taking a dump in the outhouse with the ghost and jeff" part of it
jeff the tall skinny stick bug man from bugslife seems pretty cool in a terrifying funny way
Spooky Spoopity stuff filters into these threads from all around the world. We mostly see stuff from the US because most of /k/ is American.
Take pic related for example. Some guys were exploring an abandoned bunker in Poland, and some of them disappeared on the way back home.
Radio shouldn't draw that much power to make it impossible to start in an hour.
when that happened with my truck the battery was shot and unable to maintain a charge (granted the first thing I did was tear the alternator apart to make sure it was working right). Got seven years out of it though all things considered.
Yep. Philosophy time.
Go to connecticut and some of the parks there.
one ranger I talked to said that they stopped counting how many people went missing and just closed off trails in the areas they went missing.
stupid me I decided to go into one at night with two buddies and FA rifles
There isn't enough alcohol in the world to forget that shit
I had a fucking BAR and it didn't do shit.
Next time I go back, I'll be better equipped and I'll bring one of those fuckers heads and show you guys.
>get involved with local criminal scene in a big way
>have connections to gun dealers, car dealers, drug dealers and i'm known as someone who does anything no question asked
>start getting into occult shit because of 4chan
>get really high one night and decide to see if skinwalkers exist
BAD IDEA. REAL FUCKING BAD IDEA
>Talk to two people that I know through another person I know
>one takes care of shit for the local cartels, the other is ex spec ops who turned to using his talents for illegal things
>they have shotguns, magnum revolvers, and a FA AKM
>I talk to crazy gun dealer to get a real machine gun and he finds a legit BAR in the back
>tells me that he knows I'm going to find the "other" kind and gives me about 100 JHP rounds and a .44 snub nose
>we head off into the woods (i won't say where because you'll get fucking eaten) and we camp out there
>around midnight, while smoking a huge blunt, everything around us stops and we all look at each other and rack our weapons
>this ozone smell like I had just given off static electricity fills the air and my buddies look visibly spooked
To have made them afraid would require something not of this world, let me tell you
>We start to go back to the car when we hear something moving around
>tactically shit pants and assume a 3 man 360 degree firing arc
>It fucking jumps out without a sound
It had to be atleast 7 feet tall with human like features that were stretched out and it was black like night
>We unload on this fucking thing
>I put a full 20 round mag into it's chest and the others do too
>No fucking effect
>We run like kenyans on speed
>One of them, the cartel guy, says that he forgot something and was going back
>Me and black dude keep going and we hear screaming, like someone had just been killed very violently
>I somehow lose black guy and hear shooting
>Keep going until I reach my car when i see it just standing there on the edge of the woods, staring beckoning to me
In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen. Introibo ad altare Dei.
Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me.
Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam: ipsa me deduxerunt, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum et in tabernacula tua.
I grabbed this story a when the poster made it... I think i know his's buddy that had home made rhodie camo.
I live in Louisville and I might have to call a buddy or 2 when they wake up.