Give me your best S.T.A.L.K.E.R challenge stories, skinwalker stories, goatman stories, etc. I want them to be interesting, and scary, or at least creepy
Bump because this shit interests me,
Anyone know if there are any of these things in Alberta? Thinking about doing some backpacking into woodbuffalo or jasper with a few buddies this summer. Ima bring my camera so will document anything I see.
I have a few for you, OP. I love skinwalker stories.
who knows if they're real. there's some realistic-sounding stories floating around on here and /k/ but people could have lied or just gotten spooked from being out innawoods by themselves.
personally, i havent had any experience with them. there's a state park right in my backyard and im an eagle scout so i've been outdoors for a good part of my life, but besides animals i havent seen that much weird stuff. i mean there's always things out there that i've seen/heard that i cant explain but i doubt its skinwalkers.
from the sounds of it, if they do exist, they're pretty widespread all throughout north america, so if you're interested maybe follow >>14668835 's advice and report bacl
I live in the middle of the fucking woods. I'm piss terrified to go outside now.
I've actually been planning to go on a soul searching/spend a couple of days/weeks at my grandma's cabin... I'll be sure to bring a camera and a gun.
They're real in my experience mate. And believe me when I say that it's one of the most frightening things to go through.
I don't recommend going looking for them, if that's what you're thinking.
My brother got followed in the woods by some nutjob in a hike deep in the woods. Dude stayed like 50 meters back on the trail the whole time, and stopped when he stopped. The weird thing is that he seemed to appear from out of nowhere. He followed him for about an hour, during which my bro was pretty fucking scared.
Finally he lost him at a bend in the trail, hid in some brush and observed the dude, who seemed to be searching for him. He said he moved really 'unnaturally', and wore this frozen expression on his face. He stayed hidden for the better part of a half hour before he finally headed back. Needless to say he made really fucking good time.
He didn't hear any screaming or speech though, so I don't know if it was a skinwalker or just a nutjob.
Sure. I don't feel like sleeping tonight anyways. Greentexting to shorten it some.
>Be around November of last year, Washington State.
>New to the area, like the woods, so a few friends of mine there that are huge innawoods fiends decide to take me out into a secluded as hell spot.
>What the hell, I'll do it. Need some time away from work.
>Get the weekend off, pack my bag, clean the rifle, and head over to friends house.
>End up about 25 or 30 miles from the Canadian border in this forest that just goes on forever. I'm really digging it cause my home state doesn't have shit like this.
>There's six of us and two dogs, a Labrador and Rottweiler. Each person also has either a hunting rifle or shotgun with a handgun, except me.
Park cars on this tiny ass game warden or border patrol dirt road and hike about 4 miles into the woods. By this time it's already starting to get a lil dark, so we decide to build a fire right off so we can set up tents.
>Two of the group and one of the dogs go out to gather wood while the rest of us start setting up the tent (one of those huge sodding six to eight person ones. November gets cold up there.)
>Tent's set up in about 15 minutes, the trio still aren't back yet.
>wtf must be fucking lol, so we just say screw it and start one from some branches from around the site.
>Start hearing crashing noises headed our way, like someone running their asses off.
The two guys come barreling through, wide eyed as fuck. The dog ain't nowhere to be seen
>They start yammering on about seeing one of the other guys out in the woods acting weird, so they started trying to get close. Every time they'd get close though, he would move away.
>Said at one point he disappeared, then popped up not ten feet behind them.
>Also mentioned a really bad rotten meat and spoiled milk smell popping up around then
>Tried asking what was up, no answer, then apparently he took off just sprinting like Usain Bolt into the woods.
>Dog takes off after him barking its head off, the two dudes take off after the dog.
>Lose both the guy and the dog pretty soon, and the smell starts disappearing as well.
>Far off, hear a weird screeching followed by a really loud dogs yelp.
>Then the smell comes back with a vengeance, this time with with they described as mad giggling.
>They nope the fuck out of there and back to the camp. They get really pissed at the dude.
>All of us that were there vouch for the guy, so pretty soon we're all weirded out, but think it's a really fucked up joke.
>I say as much, and I get yelled at, then have 'well where the fuck is the dog then?' tossed at me.
>Fuck...good point. At this point though the sun was already well on its way down, so we build the fire up and bring out some coleman laterns as well.
>All of us are huddled round the fire, eating MREs, and are guns are at hand.
>About fifteen minutes after dark the remaining dog, the rottweiler, kinda perks up and starts growling, and I mean that really fucking aggressive growl.
>Smell pops up, and the guys were not wrong about the smell - I have smelled rotten deer carcasses that smelled fresher.
>Weird groanings start up, and you can hear branches and leaves crackling out around the perimeter of our camp.
>Nopeing intensifies all around, the dog is going ballistic, so one of the guys with a shotgun, lets call him Greg, stands up and fires off 3 rounds of buckshot into the woods.
>This hellacious screech comes out of the woods and starts moving away from us fast as hell, and the smell goes as well.
>We wait about an hour, then decide to try and get some sleep with two people on guard at all times.
>First watch is me and another of the guys, Victor. The dog is chilling around the fire as well.
>Two hours up, nothing. Wake up Greg and Tom for their turn.
>Asleep for a little, then wake up to that smell and Greg yelling his head off. So we get up and head outside.
>Innawoods with best friend
>Taking a nice hard shit
>Someone grabs my shoulders
>Pulls me and makes me land in my logs
>It's my friend
>"What the fuck is wrong with you dude?"
>"I wouldn't worry about it."
>Continue shitting, with him watching
>Greg is looking around the edge of the woods with a spotlight and calling out Toms name.
>Ask what happened - They'd been sitting there when they heard one of the guys from earlier calling out from the woods. The dog started growling and rushed the spot, and Tom followed after.
>Dog has went through some bushes and he'd lost him, so Tom followed him into the woods. Greg had been yelling for him when he heard Tom begin to say something before he was cut off.
>Shit. Can't leave him out there. So we all put on some clothes, grab a flashlight or spot for each person and our guns, and head out.
>By this time the smell was everywhere, and it was making most of us rather nauseous, but we kept going because we wanted to find Tom.
>Find some of his tracks, but lose the trail when they just stop. Literally no other footprints after awhile, and none leading back the way he'd come.
>One of the guys at the back is shining his light around, kinda stops and makes an oh shit noise, then starts yelling.
>"You fuckin dick, we've been worried sick about you!"
>Rest of group walks over to look, and there's Tom standing a good 20 feet away. But he's standing all wrong.
>"You okay buddy? You need some help?"
>Just stands there deadpan, then slowly nods yes.
>A few of us walk over and put an arm around his shoulders to kinda support him, notice he reeks.
>wtf dude, we haven't even been out here for a full day lol" Laughs abound, except from him.
>Think nothing of it, except worry that maybe he fell and hit his head.
>Back at camp try and lay him down, but he just refuses to, so we let him stay outside at the fire. A couple of us go to sleep, but Greg, Vic, and I decide to stay up to keep an eye on Tom.
>Watching him, he does a weird jerk/muscle spasm thing every now and then. Creepy shit, but think it might be something serious.
>He's mostly quiet, slow to respond to things, until it comes to food.
>We give him an MRE to eat, and he only eats the meat out of them. Shrug it off as whatever.
>Then he gets up and starts moving around all jerky like, looking towards the woods.
>He asks us if we want to come into woods with him for firewood. Besides the fact that its pitch black out besides the fire and the huge stack of firewood we'd collected on the way back,not all that weird.
>Jerks something like a shrug before walking weirdly into the woods. At this point we're on guard and don't try to stop him.
>Greg gets up a few minutes later to step into the tent for something, so I'm outside with Vic when the smell hits my nose like a ton of bricks and I gag hard, then I start hearing jibbering and giggling. I've never been more freaked out in my life, and you can tell that Vic is feeling the same.
>Greg comes out in time to hear it really well, then goes inside to wake everyone up. He freezes at the tent flap, then starts cursing, which wakes everyone up.
>Dunno why he's cussing, but its working. When they're all up and awake he counts everyone, and you can see him turn white.
>"What's up dude?"
>Apparently while he was inside he did a quick body count and there was four bodies inside.
>Someone or something had been chilling in our motherfucking tent, without us realizing it had gotten in.
>Shit brix, and shit them hard. Then everyone starts asking where Tom is.
>At this time the gibbering gets louder, and you can hear a bunch of shit moving through the woods.
>We hear Toms voice calling at us from the woods to come help him, but it's all off key, and every now and then he'd start giggling.
>We build the fire up and sit around it with all the lanterns on full, weapons at hand until the sun starts coming up.
>Soon as it's up enough to see, we put the fire out, pack our stuff, and make for the vehicles.
>On the path back we find the two dogs - one impaled on a snapped pine, the other one with its neck snapped and twisted around.
>We start hearing the giggling, and the smell returns, so we start noping hard back for the car. We get there and there's scratches all over them, most of the windows are smashed out, and the seats are ripped to shreds.
>Whatever, that shit ain't important. Just need these babies to run.
>Toss keys into ignition and hear the sweet glorious sound of an internal combustion engine start up.
>Toss shit in, get in, and we speed out of there.
>Don't talk about it for a few months, and most of us don't admit it happened.
One of the guys with us told me later that he'd seen Tom at the edge of the woods staring at us as we left with this creeping fucking grin on his face. I believe him. And I know that I'll never go camping that far away again without a lot more people that six.
That was my first run in with skinwalkers. The second one is shorter, but I'm tired and I need sleep for work. I'll share tomorrow night. Until then.
Screen capped for posterity!
well shit, guess im left to assume poonani died
a moment of silence for a brother lost to the skinwalker
Apparently ash and gold dust hurt them, according to /x/.
What the Navajo called skinwalkers are actually human witches. If you suspect someone of being one and speak their full name, they are supposed to get really sick/die in a few days.
>So what the fuck do skinwalkers do with their victims?
There are a few different ways it plays out, based on the pasta/lore floating around /x/. From what I can gather, they want one or more of the following:
1. To take on human form and assume your identity. In the australian bro's story, the skinwalker posing as the friend even said something like "Maybe that thing just wanted out of there as bad as you did." This leads me to believe they are sapient beings but either cursed to stay in the forest/bush and/or incorporeal, so they need a human "host", if you will.
2. To fuck with people, i.e. they are possibly tricksters. This seems to be the overwhelming majority of stories. The skinwalker has ABUNDANT opportunity to kill/take over the storyteller, but doesn't. They just want you to shit brix. Or maybe fear is their source of energy.
3. To eat you. In some of the stories, it seems that the skinwalker's intelligence and motor skills are far inferior to a human's. They are almost animalic. Perhaps they are just incredibly skilled predators looking for their next meal.
Back when skinwalkers started getting real popular on /x/ I did some research into them. I think the most brick shitting part of these stories is the metallic, "iron" smell the often gets mentioned. When I looked into it, I found that the "blood smell" comes from iron in your blood. What does iron do for your body? Well it helps you grow healthy skin and hair. So I'm here, thinking of a creature that changes its appearence may have a higher concentration of iron in its body off that smell.
So either the creepypasta writer did a lot of research or maybe it's a coincidence OR this shit may just have too much truth to it for me.
Interesting. Maybe it's a combination of sorts. Sometimes they're like cats that play with their prey before finishing them off.
Of course, there's got to be some reason they chose human prey.
To be fair though humans are the only ones who can tell their stories. For all we know they take what they can get, like in the Dan and Lisa story how the pair of skinwalkers had presumably been living in a suburban neighborhood undetected for years while subsisting on pets.
As a linguist, I'd have to assume it would depend on the region. I.e. it would make sense for the spirit of a Navajo human to speak Navajo, the spirit of a Cherokee to speak Cherokee, etc. Of course there is the aforementioned possibility that skinwalkers are non-sapient and (presumably) languageless. There's also the possibility for a spirit to travel and learn new languages too I guess. Practically anything is possible when talking about the paranormal.
>If it bleeds, it can die.
That's assuming they are actually corporeal animals though. It's possible they aren't but just appear to be.
Some of the stories involve wounding them with rifles but it just makes them scream. Sometimes a dark, gooey residue is found, not quite like animal blood.
but could you imagine being out in the woods in a skin walker encounter and you just say "hey whats up" or something to that measure, in its native tongue imagine how mindfucked the skinwalker would be.
Fucking hell, I don't know why but after reading the OP the "I wouldn't worry about it" line was stuck in my head...
Then as I read this story, when I got to the "I woud worry about it" I damn near ripped the skin off my arm I jumped so hard (I was holding on arm with my other hand as I read it)
It's just a coincidence, and I really only read this stuff to entertain myself, but something about that hit me really hard...
Let's say, for sake of discussion, that there are some sort of shape-shiftery, body stealer, "things" out there.
What do you think would happen if one walked into the nearest city and applied for a job? I'll tell you hwat : people would murder it in half. These things have to hide in the woods or camouflage themselves as people, because if they didn't, then the day after they were officially recorded by science, humanity as a whole would freak the fuck out, kill all of them, and then most of each other, just to make sure no one else was one in disguise.
Humans have a pretty good track record of killing off anything we don't like. Individually, a skinwalker could easily take out even an armed individual. But the entire human race? Fuck that. It's easier to either just spend your life camping, maybe harass some dickheads who think it'll be fun to break into your 'house' that they forced you in to.
Here's one from Germany/Czech Republic
It's funny how some are more obviously fiction than others, because they will include parts of that first 'goatman' story that is always reposted. Either the "it was in the cabin/tent/etc. with us", the rotten/metallic smell and then the weird jittering "like it was laughing but silent". I don't remember those things ever being included in skinwalker stories before the goatman story.
Gonna post mine, still likely not a skinwalker but interesting nonetheless.
>dad has a ranch in Texas
>50 acres in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere
>me and older brother out there for a weekend getaway
>staying in a hunting cabin, 1 bedroom, living room, kitchenette
>brother takes bedroom because he's older (because he's a bitch and I didn't feel like arguing)
>I sleep on the couch
>morning after we get there
>waking up, feeling groggy
>notice front door is open
>brother standing at the kitchen window across from me
>bro turns to look at me sitting up
>"I'll be right back" he says is a really pitchy voice
>walks out the door really fucking awkwardly
>leaves the door open behind him
>"At least close the fucking door, fucking a/c is running"
>getting to my feet, sink runs in bathroom
>bro walks out of bathroom
>"You talking to me?"
To this day he's convinced I dreamed the whole thing. No smell or weird sounds, but I was on fucking edge the whole next two days.
Neighbor had mentioned later having a half eaten deer on his property, he found it that morning. We do get mountain lions but it's a rare occurrence and even more unusual to find their leftovers. Fucking nope.
If I remember correctly, this is the story that implies gold dust harms them. I believe white ash is supposed to do the same.
So, if anyone's planning on going innawoods, I'd recommend loading a magazine, or two, with hollowpoints. Just place some gold dust and ash in the hollowed point of the bullet and glue it. Should break open once it hit's a target and put all that gold dust and ash into it's system.
Better safe than sorry, especially with summer upon us.
Any britfags had encounters with skinwalkers?
Any one heard of the cannock chase werewolf?
Here's the story.
>In 2008 two teenagers went camping in the area, they saw a huge wolf that was walking on it's hind legs and their was a constant bad smell of copper, and they saw it looking into their cars.
Also cannock chase has pig men.
Gonna go camping their soon and see if i can catch a picture or even kill one.
Sorry, passed out early when I got home. If y'all are still interested, I'll share my last encounter. Have a few more from friends overseas, and a few more from people I know that like going innawoods.
Alright. It'll be slow on account of me having my kid tonight, so please be patient.
>March of this year, visiting a friend of mine in the upper peninsula of Michigan. Big innawoods freak, lives near a huge ass forest.
>Invites me out into them for a camping trip with him and his gf. Think fuck it, what's the odds of running into some fucked up shit like in WA.
>grab tent and .45 (It's hard as fuck to drive cross country with a rifle - getting pulled sucks) and my pack, follow them out about a good 500 yards out from their house.
>Got a fire going, tents are up, lulz abounding with some green being passed around for old times sake.
>We start telling 2spooky4me stories like lil kids, a few of em were kinda spine tingling but meh, I've been through some creepy shit
>Gets to his turn, starts telling a story some 80ish year old guy apparently told him about the area
>He mentions a monster that can steal skin, and I just about shit bricks.
>He sees me go pale, asks about it.
>'N-nothing bro, just kinda creepy is all'
>Gives me a weird look and keeps going.
>I kid you fucking not, the story he told had all the weird shit in it - the smells, the giggling, the part where someone he'd known had went out in woods and come back acting weird
>His girl tells him to stop it, she's getting scared, so he stops and we just kinda chill and smoke while shooting shit around the fire.
>Look at watch, about 8ish at night. Cool, haven't been out in woods this late in awhile.
>Soon after his girl climbs into their tent and goes to sleep while we just talk.
>An hour after she's asleep we start hearing movement in woods, weird smell that tickled that primal 'ohshit' sense in me
>Bro looks around and sniffs, weird look on his face. 'The fuck man, smells like a slaughterhouse out here'
>Movement and smells get closer, friend sees me draw .45 and asks wtf is up
>Shoot him that 'stfu' look and scan the woods
>He realizes that something weird is up and starts scanning with me, asking me wtf is up
>So I tell him what happened, and at first he doesn't believe me of course. So I tell him to keep watch and he might see I ain't bullshitting.
>Movement right at the edge of the camp, we both swivel and look
>This dirty as fuck guy kinda stumbles into the firelight and stops, looking right at the both of us
>By this time that fucking smell is everywhere, and my friend is complaining about it under his breath, while I'm literally like fuck the smell dude, what about THAT WEIRD MOTHERFUCKER.
>Guy is just standing there, slack jawed and blank eyed. We kinda have a mexican standoff for a bit before the guy starts working his jaw and making unintelligible noises
>Finally says a few words, something like 'may I join you three', can't really remember
>Bro says sure, but you've got to sit on other side of fire.
>Tramp dude listens and literally just drops to his knees on the other side of the fire pit, just blankly staring at us
>At this point my bro kinda starts getting weirded out, so he says he's going to go wake his girl up
>He stands and turns, heads into their tent
>As soon as the flap is closed, the tramp guy looks at me and asks if I'd like to go into the woods to help him look for his friend
>Whole time, dude has a deadpan expression
>Decline him, and no change in his expression
>A few minutes pass by, then the guy just stands up and walks off into the woods
>Bro comes back out and asks where the guy went to, so I tell him
>Looks confused for a minute, then says we should go after him. I flat out refuse, which surprises the hell out of him
> We kinda argue for a few moments when his gf sticks her head out and asks us to kindly stop walking around the backside of the tent and scratching at it
>We look at each other, then walk around to see what's going on
>Some strange humanoid footprints in dirt, and that smell lingering on the air
>His gf kinda nopes at that and wants to go back to the house, but he's adamant that he wants to stay out there
>I join in, which surprises him because of how many times we went camping and loved it as kids
>Finally persuade him to head back, so we pack up, douse the fire, and head for the house.
>Just two flashlights and my moonbeam for light, plus no moon out = dark as fuck 500 yard hike back to house
>Start the hike, immediately hear something following us from a decent distance - something is fucking crashing through the woods
>girlfriend starts really nopeing and speeds up, so we do as well to keep up with her
>Noises get closer, and the smell comes back
>Ohgodsno don't let this be a repeat of Wash.
>Break through the woods to the house, his gf is really trucking it up to the back door. We're about 15 yards behind her.
>Crashing speeds up and stops at the outskirts of woods, me and bro are flashing our lights into it, and I'm secretly hoping not to see something.
>Nope, worse - start hearing that damned giggling again. I tactically shit pants and fire off two rounds while pushing my friend ahead of me
>He's cussing up a storm, the thing is just giggling, and the smell is stronger than it had been all night
>Tell him to shut the hell up and get inside, his gf is screaming the same thing
>He gets inside, I get inside, and the gf slams the back door and deadbolts it
>Bro goes off on me for shooting, said something about how it might have been an escaped mental patient.
>Ignore him, ask his gf to turn on the patio lights, which she does
Things calm down for a little while, we're sitting around their kitchen table when we start hearing scratches at their back door and whispering.
>All three of us NOPE at that, especially after he looked out and saw something running across his back yard on all fours
>He grabs handgun, gf grabs hers, and we leave the house for the next town over for the night.
Pretty much all that happened when we got to a motel room we talked stuff over, I told my story in full, and they decided they were going to move. He told his dad, who owned the house, that they just didn't like the country anymore, grabbed what they wanted from the place, and moved to the city. I left a few days later, and the last time I talked to him he said that his dad asked why the hell there were dirty human footprints all over the patio and the carpet, and why the hell the backdoor was off its hinges.
That was my last personal skinwalker run in, but like I said before I have a few more from friends.
Sorry bout that, he had me read him a story.
Now which of the other ones would you like me to tell you?
The few I have from friends in Canada, the Mexico one, or the one from my friend in Scotland?
Mine is pretty short but here goes'
>just started renting new house
>it's a bit out in the country and it's really nice
>sharing the rent with 3 friends
>one of my friends has two cattle dogs
>one Friday I'm up late, window open because it was hot as fuck
>playing vidya when I decided to take a break and have a quick cigarette
>walk to window and turn fan on pointing out to draw the smoke away
>eyes start to adjust to the darkness
The fenced off portion of the back yard is maybe a quarter of an acre, with a gravel path leading down to a shed at the fence, far away from the house. The fence is pretty much at the tree line of the woods
>I can see movement in the gravel path leading from the back yard to the side of the house
>as my eyes adjust I see a tall figure slowly stumbling along
>probably one of my roommates I think
>it gets a bit closer and I still can't recognize it
>I put my hand on my mossberg 590, sitting next to the window
>"if it wasn't one of my roommates, our dogs would be barking at it" I think
>right as I finish that thought I hear the dogs clunking around in their dog house, which is pretty close to my window
>the figure stops and suddenly the dogs start to go ape-shit
>they start barking like mad and tear out of the dog house
>I almost shat my pants as I grabbed my shotgun
>just as I look back up I see the figure get down on all fours and high-tail it the fuck out of there
>the dogs were on it's ass as it loped to the back fence and climbed of it like a human would
>horrified I told my roommates what had happened
>they shrugged it off as a bear
Didn't have any encounters after that but damn if that didn't stick with me.
First time capping it but oh well. tried my best to make it look good
I won't be able to post them all tonight, sorry. I can post up at the very least two more, then I gotta head to bed. I'll start with the Mexico one for my Latinfag and Mexibro though.
Keep in mind these didn't happen to me, I'm just going off info my bro and a couple of his friends shared with me.
>My bro and some of his friends decided to go to Mexico a few summers back for a road trip to get away from some bullshit. They packed some tents and gear (and some tequila you get up here) and headed down.
>Get through the border fine enough, stop at the first store that they can get tequila at and ask about decent campgrounds out in the desert away from roads and shit
>Old lady behind counter tells them about this place about two hours outside of town that no one really messes around at
>'hell yeah, just what the doc ordered.'
>Get directions and tequila, head out of town and towards the spot. Get there about the time the sun is just starting to set.
>They set up their stuff, get a fire going, some music, and some food
>They wait till the sun's down before they bring out the tequila
>Shots shots shots all around
>Start hearing what they think are coyotes out in the distance howling and shit, Nopecon 5 activate
>After a little, settle down and start drinking
>Couple hours later, most of them are passed out in tents except my friend, whom I'll refer to as Gary, and two other guys
>Shooting shit round fire when they said that some smell similar to old blood pops up outta nowhere
>Ignore it - figure it's Mexico, probably something dead nearby
>Gets stronger over time, then they start hearing movement
>By this point they're pretty tore the fuck up from the tequila, so they figure it's just some animal checking them out
>One dude stumbles off, mumbling about having to take a piss
>Gary and the other bro are still sitting there 10 minutes later when the other guy walks up and sits down at the fire all calm like.
wait wait i made it look prettier
I didn't even read it but here
Made it a while ago but couldnt post for 10 mins
>Gary asks if everything is cool since the guy is sitting there like a fucking wax statue, gets no reply. Other bro tries, same thing. So the guy tosses an empty bottle at him, hits pretty hard, and the dude just sits there blinking at him
>Gary figures it's just the tequila fucking with him and ignores it.
>Few minutes go by, the dude finally asks the guy that tossed the bottle at him to follow him, he had to show him something. Of course the drunk fuck follows him off into the darkness.
>Gary said fuck it, more for me, starts drinking.
>Both guys come back about 10 minutes later, both deadpan as they sit down
>At this point Gary starts getting really weird vibes, and smells that bloody smell really strongly around the camp, so he decides to call it an early night and hops in his tent.
>Asleep for a good 30 minutes when he gets woken up by something scratching on his tent wall
>Gets up, walks outside, sees the two guys still sitting by the now almost dead fire.
>Nopecon 3 - he starts getting the feeling that something really weird is going on
>Goes over to one of the other tents, unzips and sticks his head inside to wake up the others.
>Said he heard this weird ripping noise and looked up in time to see the two guys moving off into the dark and watching him really severely.
>Gets the others up, tells them about the two guys and that he thinks something is up
>'it's just the tequila man, it fucks with you'
>The others shrug it off and go back to sleep
>Gary stays up, builds the fire back up, and keeps watch
>Told me later that he could hear somebody or something walking around out in the dark, and that the smell was back in force the whole time.
>Also said he could hear the two guys asking him to come out there with them in really strange tone of voices, like they weren't used to talking
>Stayed up all night, said they stopped and moved off as it started getting light out
>People start waking up slowly, notice that not everyone is there
>Gary tells them that the two guys walked off later in the night and havent been back since
>About that time the two guys come up, still like moving wax statues.
>Everyone gives them the third degree, no or vague answers to their questions
>Someone says fuck it, let's go ahead and head back, Gary agrees.
>Get shit packed and tossed into vehicle, everyone piled in, then headed off.
>Gary is in back seat with the two dudes from the night before
>Says he noticed that smell coming off of them rather strongly, and some bruising around one of their necks
>Doesn't say anything whole way back, said they were looking at him the whole time
>Gets dropped off at his house, two guys are still watching as they drive off
Not all that scary to me, but he said that for a while they would try and get him to go out in the woods with them, and when he continued to turn them down they stopped talking to him. There's probably more to the story, but he's never told me all of it.
I'm not mr mockingbird, but here is a cap for you!
So what, purportedly, happens to those whose shape gets taken? Is it that the skinwalker possesses them, replacing their original "self" or spirit? Or, are they killed, and the skinwalker assumes their form afterwards? I mean, at least some of the stories indicate that it can shapeshift freely, so it's not only limited to walking around in borrowed skin, although that's the first impression from the name.
If it were a case of possession, ie. assuming the original person's body, then I wonder if an exorcism of sorts would be possible - to get the "old them" back.
dude, i'm no specialist and don't come to /x/ all that often, so i'll need confirmation and am probs wrong, but from what i got, skinwalkers kinda enter your body and take over.
the thing is i don't think it's a spiritual thing like you're saying, but an actual physical creature that enters your body and uses it as a puppet to lure others. logically the victims die, so all you'll get "back" is an empty "shell"
Maybe it's like some parasite that uses the hosts body to move. Explains how they can take bullets and just walk it off. Also probably explains the rotting smell as their host body is already decomposing. Thus they seek out a new host.
Yeah, they're great stories man. Creepy shit, I have one myself but it's long - need to Word that shit otherwise we'll be here all night - reaffirmed my stance of being a city dweller.
I'll deal with the crime and general buttfuckery of the wackos in the big city before I fuck around in the wilderness.
I don't know if its something paranormal, or like just weird country folk, but out where I live there's a couple of odd things that don't sit well with me. I live in East Yorkshire, in Hull, but my work takes me out into the countryside, right up the Holderness coast. It's fucking desolate, deprived, and, like I said, has a few things that don't sit well with me.
pic related. It doesn't look spooky or anything, but the flatness of the place and the locals really mess with your head if you don't go somewhere normal.
>Dude goes into forest with friend, fucks around every once in a while
>constant stalking sounds whenever in forest
>one day injures himself, deep cut, doesnt take care of it properly
>goes back to where they were supposed to be picked up
>friend goes back to get their shit
>like 5 mins after that friend pops up
>impossible for friend to be back that soon
>dude passes out
>wakes up in car to hospital
>friend dies a while later
>dude goes back to same forest, sees friend there
>friend calls for him
>dude runs off
lol goddamn, meant to say nice guy /x/
i am a retard
If you guys would like a good book that I think is Skinwalkeresque, check out Desperation by Stephen King.
Synopsis from Wikipedia:
Desperation is a story about several people who, while traveling along the desolated Highway 50 in Nevada, get abducted by Collie Entragian, the deputy of the fictional mining town of Desperation. Entragian uses various pretexts for the abductions, from an arrest for drug possession to "rescuing" a family from a nonexistent gunman.
It becomes clear to the captives that Entragian has been possessed by an evil being named Tak, who has control over the surrounding desert wildlife and must change hosts to keep itself alive. They begin to fight for their freedom, sanity and lives before realizing that if they are ever to escape Desperation, they must trap Tak in the place from where he came.
Great Scott! Scotland it is.
>Friend and his mate decide to head out to Leanachan (dunno if I spelled it right) for some hiking and general chilling
>Raining like hell, but decide screw it, rain never hurt anyone
>Get there about 2 or 3 in the afternoon, park, and set off down a trail. About 200 yards in decide to go off trail and go exploring forest
>Rain coming down harder, but they've got rain coats so decide to keep on trucking
>45 minutes/An hour in, start hearing movement following them, but just faintly because of the rain
>They figure it might be another hiker or whatever passes for a Ranger over there, so ignore it and keep going
>Noises start getting closer, but sound as if whatever is making them is creeping slowly
>A few chills, but still chalking it up to another person
>They eventually reach a less dense part of the forest and stop to chill and take a breather - noises stop as well.
>Shrugging all around, more worried about the rain coming down than anything else
>His mate says he has to go piss, walks a ways off
>He's standing there waiting for a good 8 minutes before his friend walks up and stops a ways away from him
>Figures he's just dicking with him, calls him over
>Guy starts towards him, and he starts smelling an old copper smell (his description), but chalks it up to imagination
>His mate finally makes it over and is just standing there and watching him
>Asks if he's okay - friend replies with a grunt. Figures he's just being silent for some reason, so he makes the suggestion of heading back
>His friend nods in agreement, and they start back
>Tries to make small talk on the hike, his friend only answers in one to two words, or just grunts
>"Well fuck you too dick tickle" Pushes him, friend just kind of falls over all stiff like and looks at him
>Usually when he would do that he'd barely move his friend, and he'd always push him back
>Starts thinking something weird is going on
>Start hiking a bit faster, his friend starts falling back. Figures fuck it, he can find his own way if he gets lost
>Pretty soon he loses sight of his mate and decides to hold up for a bit since he can't be that far behind
>Waits first a minute, then five, then ten. Still no sign of his mate
>Starts backtracking to the last place he saw him, finds his footprints, but none leading away, forward, or to the sides
>My friend starts shitting his pants just a little,but toughs it out because it's his mate and he's getting worried
>Start calling out his name hoping for an answer, but doesn't get a response
>Next level brown pants begins as he starts jogging back towards the clearing
>Gets closer, hears something booking it through the woods towards him
>Stops and hides behind a tree to watch, sees his mate buck ass naked run out onto the path and look around scared as hell while calling my friends name
>Pokes head out, calls his mate, and starts getting cursed out as he walks over
>Asks why in the actual fuck he's in his birthday suit in the middle of a damned rainstorm
>His mates retort - why the hell did you knock me out and take my fucking clothes?
>Staring at each other, friend says he never did that, and if he did why didn't he have his clothes
>Get into a heated argument until they both start hearing movement nearby, along with the copper smell
>Rustling nearby, both of them look up in time to see his mate, fully clothed, walk out and simply look at the pair
>The dopple-mate then smiles, and something about it sets them off and they take off back towards the trail
>Whole time they're running, they hear movement on either side of them
>Have to take a few breathers in between running because fear and adrenaline can only carry you so far - noises get closer, along with voices
>Finally make it back to their car - by this time it's dark out, so they flip on the lights as they're leaving
>Lights catch a set of eyes a little higher off the ground than a human, makes them both have a brownpants moment as they drive off
>Get back into the city and their place. Friend starts looking over his mate and notices scratch marks along his back, as well as bruising around his neck and shoulders
>For awhile afterwards his mate would wake up at night screaming for him to 'cut this cursed thing out of my skin'
>Ends up having to have mental help over it, freaks out every time that forest is mentioned around him
And that my /x/bros, is the Scotland story. As always, it has been my pleasure sharing with you all. Until tomorrow night!
Fuck. Sorry that I didn't post this sooner. Here you are!
>>Bro goes off on me for shooting, said something about how it might have been an escaped mental patient.
As if lethal force somehow isn't justified when an escaped mental patient attacks you in the woods.
>suspicious invitation into woods
>following party through woods at night
>scratching at door
Yep, that's a skinwalker story.
I'll try posting it tonight. I've been adding here and there in notes but have been busy and don't want to leave anyone hanging. So I'll either post it in this thread or if unfortunately this one's gone kick off a new S.T.A.L.K.E.R. thread with it.
Bumping with some OC S.T.A.L.K.E.R.-esque exploration photos.
If you got trapped in the alternate dimension, how the fuck would anyone know what happened to you (door getting farther away, forgetting numbers, etc.)
And more to the point, what the fuck does that have to do with skinwalkers?
I know it might be a weird question, but is there any video game you can honestly say changed your life? If you asked me, the answer would be “Yeah, there is one." It was summer 2007, I think. My best friend went on holiday to Croatia with his parents, so I was bored to death.
While I was reading some gaming magazines, I found a preview of a game called S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Oblivion Lost. The preview promised sophisticated AI, realistic graphics, intense firefights with both mutants and human opponents and multiple endings – it immediately hyped me for said game.
I Googled the title and found out that the game was renamed to S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl and had been released several months earlier. Without wasting any time, I downloaded the pirated version. I was amazed by the atmosphere of the game – never had I felt so immersed in any video game before. Graphics and gameplay were also great, but it was the atmosphere that kept me playing.
There is a chance you’ve never heard of S.T.A.L.K.E.R., but I’m not surprised – despite achieving almost a cult status in Central and Eastern Europe, it remained relatively obscure in the West, mostly due to being a PC exclusive, as well as tons of bugs and glitches. The game is an open world FPS, developed by Ukrainian studio called GSC Game World. S.T.A.L.K.E.R. is set around Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant.
After a fictional second explosion in the power plant, a surrounding area – called the Zone – became full of dangerous mutants, deadly anomalies, that defy the laws of physics and mysterious and precious artifacts, which drew an attention of illegal treasure hunters, called stalkers.
Anyway, I was so impressed by the game, that I bought an original copy, even though I’d been using only pirated versions before. After the release of the following games from the series, Clear Sky and Call of Pripyat, I bought them immediately. I became interested in paintball and ASG – there are some abandoned buildings in my neighborhood, so I was able to recreate an atmosphere of some gunfights from the game.
I started to learn Russian, the language used in the series, and I speak it quite fluent right now. Hell, I even went on a tour to Chernobyl (and, if you want to know, I’m perfectly fine). So yeah, it may sounds cheesy, but I’m sure that I would be a whole different person, if I have never played S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
Few months ago I was digging through one Russian forum for Shadow of Chernobyl mods. I found one topic, called “Horror of Chernobyl”. It was posted only several minutes ago and no one replied it yet. The post itself contained only a link to .torrent file – no description, no screenshots, no list of features.
“Mysterious mod?”, I thought to myself, “Let’s see what secrets it contains!”
I downloaded it and installed.
When I ran the game, everything started as usual – intro with a truck full of corpses, lightning striking the truck, a stalker carrying the sole survivor – the protagonist called Marked One – to trader’s bunker and a message stating “Kill the Strelok” on our PDA. The first tasks also seemed to be unaltered. I became to wonder what (if any) changes had the mod brought, since there was no readme file. Gradually, I started to notice some differences. The nights, previously looking more like late evening, were now pitch black. Also, more mutants were spawning after dusk, so leaving camps in the night was an intense experience.
Some new side-quests were also added, mostly revolving around some creepy places like X-Labs, Yantar factory or Bloodsucker’s Village in Army Warehouses. For instance, in one of such missions, player has to obtain a flash drive from a warehouse in Wild Territory.
There are, however, several dead bodies. After finding a flash drive in a hidden backpack, the corpses come back to life as zombies and attack the player. I was really impressed by the mod creator’s idea – it was genuinely creepy. But there was one more thing, that was disturbing as hell.
It was after several hours of gaming. I was making my way through some open area. I think it was Dark Valley, but I’m not entirely sure. Anyway, I suddenly saw something in the corner of the field of view. It was a ghostly figure, standing on a top of a small hill. I faced the direction I saw this mysterious thing, but there was nothing. I went on that hill and carefully scanned the area with binoculars, but without any effect. I thought I must be seeing things, so I ignored it.
Few hours later, the situation repeated – weird shape in the corner of an eye, which disappeared after a second. I decided to check on the forum I had found the mod, whether any other player had similar experiences. The tread with the mod was, however, locked few minutes after I started downloading the file without any reply. One of the moderators deleted the download link and added a sarcastic note stating “Luke, use the Template” with a link to
“How to post mods properly” thread. Without any help from other forum users, I decided to solve the mystery by myself.
I continued to play, as I thought that there must be an explanation somewhere. I began to explore every inch of the game and do every mission, but I hadn’t found anything. I decided to continue with the main storyline. I had to meet a character called Doctor in Agroprom Underground. I reached the location and everything seemed normal – explosion while going up the ladder and Doctor’s monolog explaining that Marked One is, in fact, Strelok – a man the player was hunting through the game.
Suddenly, when Doctor’s speech was over, Marked One/Strelok pulled out a grenade. He removed a safety pin and released the lever, while still holding a grenade in his hands. Just before it was supposed to explode, the screen went to black and the game crashed.
I was confused about what happened, but at the same time, I had a hunch I was on the right track. I decided to try that part again – I assumed that the game crashed, because it encountered some fatal error. Dealing with bugs and crashes, especially after modding the game, is just a part of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. When I clicked the “Load game” button, I noticed a new save file on the top of the list. It had no name and instead of a map name, it just show “…”. I decided to load this particular file – the most recent one. The loading screen lacked the location screenshot – instead, there was just X.
When the map loaded, the character was standing in some straight, dark corridor. It looked similar to underground laboratories from the game. I noticed I had no weapons, armor or any other equipment. As there was no other way, I proceeded through the corridor. Suddenly, about 20 meters away, some figure crossed my way, disappearing in the wall. It was the ghost I’ve seen earlier. I rushed after the figure and found a door, leading to a small, well lit room. There were several documents inside, describing very disturbing stuff.
“I feel sick. They said it was just a fire, but I don’t believe it. It must be something more. I saw my colleagues falling on the ground, dead. I was glad I survived, but at least they don’t have to get through this – high fever, vomiting blood, diarrhea. They said I would feel better, but I know I will die soon.”
“Lena was so happy she would be a mother soon. But what happened to the baby? Half of child’s face is covered with tumor-like thing.”
“Papa said something bad happened and we have to go. He didn’t say when we will be back. I saw other children leaving the town. I hope we will be back soon.”
“Gone are the homes the gardens and the playgrounds. Gone are the souls who made their livings here.”
I recognized that last words – it was an extract from a song about Chernobyl disaster called “Ghost Town”. I exited the room and found myself in some huge underground location. Ghostly silhouettes of people of all ages and sexes were walking, talking to each other without making any sound. It looked like a peaceful town, albeit inhabited with shadows.
Suddenly, an alarm siren was heard. Most of the ghosts started to run away, others begin to attack an invisible enemy. One of the silhouettes fell on the ground, without any move. Other tried to escape, but it tripped. It get on the knees, holding his stomach – it seems he was vomiting. Finally, the room was empty – all of the ghosts had either fled or were lying on the ground. The screen faded to black and text appeared, stating:
"Thank you for playing this great game, stalker. Without the suffering of the dead, wounded and deported, this series would never be created.
Victims of Chernobyl disaster"
That was the last time I have ever played any S.T.A.L.K.E.R. game. Not because I’ve afraid of some haunted game – I don’t believe in all this paranormal stuff and I’m pretty sure it was just a work of some sick modder. I was thinking of going back to the series several times, but I still have this strange feeling. As if I was dancing during somebody’s funeral.
that's actually pretty interesting and if its pasta, its a bit better IMO than the 9001 "hyper realistic" game pastas out there...it really males you think.
As for the moral consideration, I'm unbothered by it -- although set in and around pripyat, STALKER's concept is drawn from Roadside Picnic, which is set in a random zone in (pronably) canada. Because of this, STALKER isn't entirely dependant on the chernobyl NPP event for its existance, so its not so much gravedancing as certain other things.
Things that DO sicken me in terms of gracedancing: shit like the movie "chernobyl diaries" which IS dependant on the NPP disaster for its entire plot, and the sickening callousness I was seeing on /k/ and /pol/ during the clank when everyone was likening the protestors and their various political factions to stalkers and shit like duty and freedom -- THAT was fucked up.
>be me @16
>2002, western new york, deep in the alleghenies
>parents were y2k survivalists, bought farm with 80 acres, half of it woods
>go innawoods with .22lr mossberg fed from tube mag, like usual
>smell something gross
>something has ripped a coyote in half and taken the hind half and beaten it against a tree and treated it like a hand-held coyote gut pinyata
>i mean its like silly string everywhere
>i am okay with this because i fucking hate coyotes
>bury some tobacco like my grandpa taught me
>weird noises in woods?
>g'pa rips up one of his lucky strikes, buries the tobacco
>going into a strange woods for first time?
>g'pa buries 'baccy from a pouch he brought special
>anyway i go home, watch porn
>coyote population diminishes
>i never put much effort into figuring out what was going on
>fucking coyotes once killed a cat i like, fuck them
Do these things strictly go for people or are animals targets too? I know it's supposedly indians that could shapeshift into animals but they're always described as humanoid and going after people. Some shit happened a while back that freaked me right out and this thread's got me thinking
>Catch my cat in starring contest with a fucking fox through sliding door
>Bang on the door, fox runs away
>Cat starts acting weird
>Really standoffish which isn't like him at all
>won't eat his food
>Hisses and swipes when you try to pet him
>Go out for a cig one day
>Cat was indoor all the way
>Liked looking out but when even presented with the option of going out he backs off
>Open door to come inside from cig and the fucker darts out and straight innawoods
>Never saw him again
I liked that cat man
This was me lazily baiting someone to ask me about my experiences, but since I just want to talk about it I'll post the only possibly Skinwalker-esque thing I experienced.
This has to do with my relations with an old friend of mine, who has also recently moved away. His family (who I won’t name, a few of them run a large retail chain) used to own a farm house/fuckoffhuge mansion called Langthorpe Hall (look it up in the Doomsday Book, the site has been inhabited for a 1000 years at the minimum) and the surrounding grounds had hundreds of square feet of outhouses, barns and stables. Some cottages as well (these I was told were built a few hundred years ago for families who had settled down due to regular employment with the family in question), all in all, the grounds were huge, like something you’d find in Midwest America (which is hella unusual if you’re English).
So my friend inherited the place after his mum died, he didn’t live in the mansion as it apparently cost a fortune to run (bills and everything) but he still rented out the outhouses, cottages and stables. He stayed there once a month or so to see to the estate related business, but outside of that he never really showed any love for the place, which was very beautiful aesthetically. We went for BBQs in the summer sometimes, and in 2011 I saw him leading a horse to a paddock (which is unusual, as he rents the stables to horse owners and doesn’t actually have any horses himself) from the servants bathroom (shityounot.jpg).
Anyway when I go back down to the BBQ I ask him if he’s going to do a canter or something for us, just joking around. He laughs sarcastically and talks about something else. He only does this when I push him too far (like when I called his Grandma Captain Cancer when she was erm…dying of cancer). So I leave it, cause I’m no longer a cunt. Obviously its his business and hes not in the mood to discuss it. Whatever.
Fast forward a few hours, I’m still awake with a few other friends smoking some de’bois when we start to hear the horses kicking up a fuss. We all ready his shotgun and go chill upstairs (his house is often targeted and staked out by burgulars with it been so far away from anywhere of note). Think nothing more of it.
The next morning I get up earlyish, like 5am or something and I go to get my cigarettes from my car; this takes me past the paddock. There I see one of the old guys from the cottages shovelling what I can only assume to be horse left overs into a wheel barrow, like a lot of that shit is piled into the barra. He stops when I start walking on the gravel driveway and looks my way, shouts “Now then”, I said something, don’t remember what, got my cigarettes and went back inside.
Straight away I went to my friends room (the kid who owns the estate). Tell him his horse is dead and the old dude is clearing it up. He denies any horse was ever there. I get happy, cause I know he’s lying, and I know I can get something out of him. Selling horse meat as pork or something eh? He gets out of bed, and this is the only time hes ever raised a fist against me in anger (we’re super close, brothers for all intents and purposes) and says I’ll never understand country life. I laugh, obviously, though I was a bit unnerved. I push him for more information literally all morning, I only stop when the other guest start waking up.
Before I leave to go home, he takes me aside and says something along the lines of “You know what the people are like round here, they have traditions, and I’m obliged to follow them now I own this place. Please don’t ask anymore questions, because I don’t have the answers.” (corny, I know, but it was something to this effect)
That still makes me nope to this day, I respect my friend for saying that to me though. And seems as how he’s sold the place and moved as I have, I don’t want to know what he does or doesn’t know.
My best guess is some semi-pagan cult thing (I know of paedophile rings for sure round the countryside, so this wouln’t shock me) or something big and nasty fucked up that horse. ‘Big cat’ sightings are a well documented occurance round here, but even so, if a big cat kills a horse, you don’t move it with a shovel and a wheel barrow. I’ve heard a few tales of big nasty things fucking up cattle and stuff before, but I pay not so much attention to those. Personally, if Skinwalkers were real, we’d definitely know about them.
Plenty more dodgey stuff like that by the way. A couple more stories about Langthorpe Hall I have second hand from Charles (the aforementioned friend). Honestly, I’d like to share them. I don’t talk to people about this, but over the internet with people who ain’t gonna scoff at me I feel pretty relieved.
Sorry for my English by the way, I’m pretty much self taught (shitty inner city school yay).
It doesn't have anything to do with skinwalkers. Some guy earlier in the thread asked for it and I delivered it, so cool your tits.
As for the door seeming farther away, it's assumed that because you start to panic it increases your adrenalin and it takes longer to get there because that's your destination.
Will post the Canada story when I get home. Until then, enjoy this totally random picture.
>I don't want this shitty horror movie to have a sequel.
Damn that was a badass line. Pic related, it's how I imagined Bill.
Bump and what not, in case anyone comes back with more. Great thread.
>and slaps a 30 round clip into it
>a 30 round clip
I've mentioned this before. I read a story where an anon hits a skinwalker with his pickup truck, and that seemed to fuck it up pretty badly. (The skinwalker, not the truck.) Anon didn't stay around because he was afraid it would be pissed if it managed to get up again.
Sorry about the lateness, long shift (I now work at GAP as a supervisor woot). Related to Langthorpe Hall. As I previously said, the place dates back 1000+ years, the building has been rebuilt numerous times obviously, but the basement, which is about half the side of the house hasn’t been touch much in terms of decour. Back when we were teenagers and Charlie’s mum was still alive we used to go round when she was on holiday (strictly no visitors were allowed whilst his mum was home) and what fascinated us the most was the basement, because it had a tunnel running over to the next village, apparently built during the Hull Blitz. I wasn’t too convinced by this, the property itself is about 13-15 miles away from town, and the tunnel would serve no purpose anyway, the village it ‘leads’ to is a further few miles away. So were talking 3 – 5 miles of tunnel leading to a village for no other reason then to run away if, in the unlikely event, the Luftwaffe dumped there bombs hilariously off target.
But anyway, this time was during our urban explorer phase. We packed a bag, flash lights and me, Charles and Ed (another very good friend) went down into the basement to explore the tunnel. The basement floor was all dirt and clay, there was some wooden flooring in places, but it was mostly rotten and damp. It was creepy as fuck, but what huge dark basement isn’t? (cont)
You could tell where the basement had been extended, normal reddish brick started where older (I presume) larger grey bricks rested. There were some marked engravings on the wall, nothing paranormal just stuff like a name and a date, the oldest one was 1800 something. P cool. so we start making our way down the tunnel, single file as the things about 5”5 high and 2” across, very cramped for us, but fun at first. We were walking for close to ten minutes when Charles (who’s at the front) finds either a small herbivore tooth or a human tooth, how he spotted it I don’t know, but we’re all creaming our pants with scared induced bravado. A little further up the tunnel had two tunnels splitting off from either side.
We did not expect this, we decide to head on straight as previous and return to look down those places later, by now the floor is particularly muddy and chewed up which set our spidey senses tingleing – but heres the thing – the tunnel was going deeper, we could tell by the water level – it was becoming more and more flooded and wet. By now were perhaps ankle deep in water (wellies are a must in country life yo) this is when we definitely knew for sure the tunnel wasn’t WW2 related. When the water got to about knee highand we started getting wet we hit a brick wall. Someone had bricked up the tunnel, we try shifting it with our legs and the bottom part gives way, leaving a pretty small gap to crawl through. None of us wanting to get wet we decided not to go through, but I had a peek through with my flash light: it lead into a bigger chamber, I couldn’t see much of anything, the light just kept going till it landed on nothing – we all reckoned catacombs. Suitably freaked out and happy with our discovery we turn back. When we get to the two tunnels either side of us we elect to go into the one on our left, what followed was a at least three hours of tunnel crawling. My phone died pretty soon, as did Eds and Charles’ so it could have been longer. By that point we all had heinous back pain from the crouching, and our feet were numb from the wetness of before. The tunnel we followed never split off, but it did change directions a fair bit, which was odd – on our way out I shat myself hard, after we got back to the ‘original tunnel’ I was at the rear, I was the first to realise there was something, or something was disturbing the water behind us. Could have been rats, could have been…badgers? But it shat us up all good, we ran as fast as we could given the space. We were gonna go back but Ed wussed out, which secretly relieved me.
We didn’t see Charles for a few weeks after that, Ed said his mum picked him up from school and dropped him off, dinner as well (I went to a shitty school and they went to a private) – he’d been grounded for going in the tunnel. How his mum knew, and why it was a big deal we couldn’t fathom, but of course, knowing what I know now about all these weird disconcerting incidents, I’m definitely glad shes dead. Harsh I know, but some people are up to weird shit, and in the country, particularly one so socially isolated as rural East Yorkshire, its easy to do just about whatever you want. Something like seven people go missing a day round here according to some local rag. Make of that what you will.
I'm working a much shorter shift tomorrow, so I'll be able to actually start a thread and waffle on about my paranoid theories and shit.
Keep it alive. Anyone know if this has been archived?
I capped it myself,i was in the thread it was posted
No problem,i have an obsession with these stories,fake or not,they are creepy
That is one badass grandpa
Go be a pedantic nitpicker back in /k/.
You knew exactly what the fuck he meant and it had absolutely zero impact on the story. Nobody gives a shit if it's "technically correct" or not.
The thing about language is that no matter how right anybody thinks they are, the majority rules. If most people call a magazine a clip, it is a clip.
my friends grandpa is like 3 quarters native american which is funny cause he is so fucking white. anyway he says if one shows up don't make it obvious that you know offer it your food and generally don't fuck with it and it will leave eventually. guess when his grandfather would be in the woods they would just randomly be there and that's what they would do.
but that sounds different than these stories where they attack you. he described them as just appearing and acting weird.
>go hiking in woods with friend
>get a little turned around but we figure out where we are and start heading back before dusk
>take a break to suck each other off
>i cum but he hasn't so i settle in between in legs and keep going
>suddenly hear an owl and get scared
Majority doesn't rule when speaking technicalities, It just means majority is wrong. If everyone started calling every cat a dog, It would only mean everyone was calling a cat by the wrong term. The terms are there for a reason; to be technically correct.
Engineer says fuck you, he's right
It actually fits the character telling the story, because he doesn't seem like he's very knowledgeable about guns or going innawoods. The mistake enhances his identity as a more or less normal dude.
Nigga thinks he's a Paladin or some shit. But then again he is protecting us. Props to the guy
>1. Skinwalkers are allergic to goldust
Like how in final fantasy healing damages undead
>2. Maybe metal
>3. You can kill them with cannabis
It is commonly known to be a holy plant