anymore stories like this?
also green text in general.
Now let me start by saying that, having spent my entire life living in New Mexico, a lot of people I know have claimed to have seen a skinwalker. They are kind of our regional buggiemen. But ask a Navajo about them and they will either absolutely ignore the question and all following or they will kind of laugh it off saying something to the effect of "well white people believe they are myths."
Well here's my story regarding them...
My Father owns a small delivery service that operates out of Farmington NM. We mostly deliver small packages out to the middle of nowhere that are too much of a hassle for the larger delivery companies to bother with. My Dad is the only employee and we have a few pickup trucks and a trailer.
One day we get a delivery out to Window rock AZ, on the Navajo reservation about 2 hours from Farmington. My Dad gets the call for the job while he is chilling with his Navajo friend, Travis and his girlfriend. Travis mentions how he's got family in Window rock that he hasn't seen in ages and suggests they go with him.
I was about 6 or 7 at the time and it was the summertime so Dad decides we'll go down together, he can do his delivery really quick, then while Travis sees his family we can go check out the Window rock (big rock face with a large hole in it that goes to the other side, pretty cool.)
We had to convoy in separate trucks since my Dad's was loaded down with freight. We decided to bring along some talkie talkies so we could communicate with one another.
We spend our time in Window rock, everything is generally uneventful and we start heading home along the old highway with my Dad and I in front, and Travis and his girlfriend in their truck behind us.
I honestly don't remember most of the Window rock trip but this next part I can never forget.
We're somewhere on the highway between Window rock and Gallop NM. It had just rained earlier in the day and the road was kind of slick so we were taking it pretty slow.
On the left of the highway there is nothing but sandstone cliffs and on the right there is a huge field separated from the road by a small barbed wire fence.
We crest the top of this hill and down at the bottom of the hill we see what appears to be a very large dog, sitting back on its haunches in the middle of the road, facing the cliffs.
My Dad calls over the radio "Hey Trav, do you see that big ass dog?" Travis starts yelling back over the radio "That is not a dog! Speed up right now and hit it!" He sounds almost hysterical. He just keeps screaming "Hit it! Jj you have to hit it! Please! PLEASE! Hit that fucking thing right now!"
So my Dad starts to speed up and as we get a bit closer I can begin to see it a little more clearly. It's covered in this brown, wiry, matted hair that appears to have dried blood all over it. It's still facing the cliffs but the moment our headlights hit it, it turns and looks at us and it has a...face
I don't know how else to describe it other than a mix between a bear's and a humans' face. It looks twisted and distorted and almost in pain. As we get closer to this thing we start to realize it's actually fucking huge. Though it was still sitting on its' haunches it is about shoulder height with the hood of the truck.
We get literally inches from hitting it when it lets out this scream that sounds like someone screaming as their lungs were filling with water and it leaps backwards, towards the field, landing just on our side of the barbed wire fence. Then with another leap it was gone from sight.
Travis is comes over the radio again, "Holy shit! Keep driving! We have to get out of here! We have to go faster!" he kept repeating that last part. We have to get out of here and we have to go faster.
Pretty soon we a speeding like crazy and just as we start to come near the outskirts of Gallup we get pulled over. Travis pulls his truck over with us. Naturally this makes the cop, a Navajo man himself, very on edge and he immediately asks why Travis felt the need to pull over as well. Travis says "We just saw a skinwalker a few miles back and it's been following us!" The officer immediately turns white, stammers something about a verbal warning gets in his car and takes off. We do the same.
We didn't see anything else that night but when we got home Travis refused to let us leave without taking some kind of Navajo totem thing that was supposed to keep it away.
So ya I guess that's my skinwalker story. Sorry for the length but thank you for reading.
I have 250 greentexts, [spoiler]but zero life.[/spoiler]
All these caps made me notice pretty much all these reports are set in North America, I mean there are stories about spoopy semi-human beings dwelling in the woods of northern Europe and somewhere else but pretty much all the encounters with shapeshifting animal-people and various recurring elements of them trying to imitate human speech and behaviour are from america. Can someone confirm I'm safe from fleshgaits and the likes as long as I stay in yurop please
Lost the cap I made of it, but still one of my favorites
Skinwalker stories are getting gay as fuck
>Go somewhere with friend/girlfriend
>Friend goes to bathroom or something and leaves you alone
>Friend comes back, you have some type of interaction with him/her
>Later you find out it wasnt him at all, but some skinwalker
I got ya covered. If you need something, I probably have it.
This isn't a pop-up, it has only one frame. Not sure why they chose .gif format.
I'm from Guatemala.
I've never experienced anything supernatural - hell, I'm 100% skeptic. But one of the most prevalent legends around here is about shapeshifters.
Unlike skinwalkers though, the shapeshifters of guatemalan folklore are humans. Either shamans that are extremely wise and can transform into their spirit animal, called "nahuales", or people who sold their soul to the devil and got shapeshifting powers, called "güines", or specifically "el güin".
The thing with nahuales is more spiritual. They transform into their spirit animal to be one with nature and whatnot. The thing with el güin is pretty different though. It's pretty much only about lust - some old guy wants to fuck some young girl, or a number of them, and follows a black magic ritual to sell his soul to the devil. He is then able to shapeshift into some animal, and crawl into the bedrooms of the girls he wants to fuck, in order to rape them. Kinda like how Bram Stoker's Dracula can turn into white wolves, except el güin only transforms into a single, black animal.
There's many accounts of this around me. Of people who say a black animal was eating their chickens, so they fought the animal with a machete and killed it, and then some witch doctor showed up dead in his house, maimed, the next day. Or how many people had noticed an animal coming out of the window of girls who had been raped but had not recollection, and in the end chased after and shot at it, but it had disappeared as if by magic, never to be heard from again.
>Be me working at burger joint
>Be excited to work the late shift manager says 'I can't spend all night here I've got a life' and leaves
>I say to other guy 'This will be just like a slumber party except we'll be sweaty and covered in grease'
>He just rolls his eyes and finds something for me to do which was taking out the trash so he tells me to do it
>Excited to take it out till I look outside and say 'You mean the one out there? Outside in the dark?'
>He asks if I'm scared so I man up and scream on my way out to throw it out then back
>Be me annoying my coworker so he tells me about this story that was all over the news
>It was about this guy who worked at a burger joint and he was cutting the patties when he cut off his own hand and replaced it with a rusty spatula and then got hit by a bus and at his funeral he was fired
>I start eating while he tells me the signs of when he returns
>Be me moping for a bit when the lights flicker on and off we get kinda freaked out when it wasn't either of us
>Then the phone rang but nobody answered for 2 or 3 times
>Be us sitting there at around 2 AM on a Tuesday when the bus stops in front of the burger place
>Be me saying 'Hey I didn't know the buses ran this late'
>Coworker replies with 'They don't'
>Be us staring and scared when a guy across the street walks to the door and opens the door
>Be us flipping the fuck out now and he comes up to us while we're pleading for our lives
>I come clean to my coworker about how I used his clarinet to unclog my toilet he just looked at me mad
>Be us looking while the guy comes out of the shadows and says 'Can I have a job application I brought my own spatula I called here earlier but I hung up 'cause I was nervous'
>be me this October
>I'm heading out deep into the Yukon with my dad on our annual moose hunt
>we normally set up base at this old cabin about 4 days hike into the bush
>we set off, make good pace, make camp and we sleep under the stars
>nothing to report
>next day we get the sense that were being followed
>meh, probably a wolf or a mountain lion not really a big deal
>second night we start to hear weird sounds
>I'm talking birds that have migrated south a long time ago weird
>birds that arnt active at night
>alright whatever eating some deer jerky and drinking beer with my pa and go to sleep
>we wake up and our stuff has been rummaged through
>there's no food missing
>nothing's been wrecked either
>slightly creeped out
>not gunna stop me, I'm bagging a fucking bull this year
>we trek onwards and than we hear something
>something small and completely out of place
>it's a small voice crying
>me and my dad look at each other
>rifles at the ready
>keep in mind, we are three days from any civilization
>we make camp early and build a fuck huge fire
>than we hear it
>the most horrifying screams you can imagine
>after about 2 minutes of that, my dad shoots off three rounds into the blackness
>it goes quiet
>we're back to back with guns in our arms
>no sleep tonight
>pack our shit at first light
>haul absolute ass all day
>make it about two days worth back towards our truck
>not enough time to build a big fire
>the screams are back, and sound like they are coming from the very edge of our fire light
>sounds like huge branches snapping in the distance
>sweet Mary mother of holy god please keep me safe
>dad shoots off some rounds
>they sound farther away but don't disappear
>the screams don't stop until morning and there are no birds at all
>no squirrels, mice, rabbits anything
>we hoof it the fuck out of there
>get back to our truck and make a beeline for home
>still haven't talked about it 2/3 months later
>still haven't bagged a fucking bull moose
I posted this about a week ago somewhere on here, thought I'd throw an update out there. I talked to my dad, while he was very hesitant and threw out some crazy Inuit word, but it translates to shadow people. I don't know what to believe to be honest. I've read in a lot of skin walker stories there the scent of blood and that never happened. Nor did either of us hear our voices from it. Thoughts?
I actually was in that thread. I believe someone said he was just hallucinating or some shit.
Damn, time goes fast. It made me realize I'm not really a newfag anymore. 2011 was five years ago.
my first variation on the story was along the lines of
>guy riding his moped through a shit part of town
>has to go under a particularly dark small tunnel
>turns on his high beams
>twenty homeless people with boards
FUCK I want to ask the guy in OP's pic stuff. Like if he went out the next day to see if there really were holes dug up on his street. And maybe if he tried calling like... the local zoo and ask if an animal escaped?
More wtf than scary, but...
>friend drops me off at home one night
>we pass by parked car with its lights on
>go inside and look out window, not for any reason really just muh feels
>notice car still parked in same spot a few houses down, right before the street curves out of view
>it starts driving alongside the curb (towards my house) a few houses, then stops
>starts going in reverse along the curb, past where it first was, continues reversing around the curve and out of view
>then they come back and stop where they originally were
>then they go in reverse and out of view again
>then they come back past the original spot and go a few houses forward again
>then they drive off
Do what I did: lurk in threads like this. It's better this way. I would have never gotten around to read them if I got them in bulks, but saving the ones I like after reading them one by one is entertaining.
Are there any stories of anyone teaching skinwalkers anything? Not just using a phone and unintentionally teaching through observation, but actually acknowledging that they are in the presence of an inhuman thing in human form and being at all friendly or polite about it?
weird... weird opnion here, but it honestly sound like, it was trying to make OP so on edge and terrified as a way to make him man the fuck up for when the burgalur finally broke in
Nah, there are lots of old stories where people see their doppelgangers and they don't die. It was still an omen and bad things did tend to happen, but a doppelganger wasn't fatal.
So the OP of this claimed the location was in the text somewhere, but I could never find it. Anyone have the answers or a rough location? Really want to go find it, even if it's far away from me.
I once thought my wife had been possessed by a skeleton.
Yesterday she admitted she has had a skeleton inside her. She has had it within her body almost her entire life. And then she dropped the ultimate bombshell.
She told me I had one too. At first I couldn't accept it. I screamed "Noooooooo" like a little bitch. But she grabbed my arm.
"Feel that hard part underneath the skin and muscle?" she asked.
"No! It's not true!" I screamed.
"That's a bone. You're full of bones! Look into your heart. You know it's true."
And that was when I realized I could no longer deny it. There is a skeleton inside me too.
Decent, but as soon as the spoops hit you a half second later you're like, alright whatever the fuck is writing this has to be literally fucking retarded. It had to learn how to kick a ball back and forth? Ya father of the kid I have thanks for teaching me how to kick a fucking ball.
>be me, horny old man
>see this young chick with fine booty
>Eiffel tower is up for the first time in decades
>try to get close to her
>'fuck of grandpa, you are ugly'
>be utterly despaired
>consider suicide when red devil comes out of the blue
>'gramps, I can make you take the form of a random black animal'
>why is that good?
>'you can sneak in her room and gently rape her, also she won't remember'
>'you have to give me your soul as payment'
>give him soul and spin the magical wheel of fortune
>it's a fucking cockroach
>nevermind, time to crawl into her room
>after two days on small insect legs, finally made it
>fuck yeah, window is open
>get near her bed
>about to change back, when suddenly screams
>she woke up, apparently hate insects
>her sole lands on my back
>feel my chitin exosceleton breaking
>pain changes me back, ribs broken
>father rushes in, see me next to her daughter
>get kicked in the guts and my saggy balls
>get thrown out
>hear them asking for the local priest
>he arrives and sprays holy water on me
>satanic powers disappear
>defeated and humiliated, crawl back home
>be me, soulless horny old man with broken ribs
What do you think would happen if, for example, you were camping with friends etc. one obviously gets killed and taken by a skin walker and when you were back to safety you confronted it and told it what an asshole it was for killing your friend etc. Would it straight up kill you or would it acknowledge you knew and do nothing or what?
>mfw that thread is hot
>mfw this thread is three days old
Are the coordinators in the picture of the google search bar?
Well I did a brief search for "2013 Chicago wild animals" and there's some story about coyotes and cougars getting into urban areas. Could have been something like that. If it was scared and/or rabid it might explain why it was acting weird and making strange noises. The beeping might have been the Anon's imagination, or something unrelated.
I figured this would be as good a thread as any to ask
A friend of mine told me about a creepypasta some time ago and I've never found it, it was about some dude staring at a spooky creature on the other side of the road across from his porch. If anyone knows what I'm talking about (because I sure don't) pls help.
>its a .gif
>wait for it, looking away, keeping it in the corner of my eye to minimize spooks
>fuck it, look
If they say skinwalker, they probably mean fleshgait, which is not the same, original is navajo, but don't confuse it with the goatman, which is similiar but not walks in skins and don't gait your flesh.
All I know is that it was about a dude and a monster having a "staring contest", like I said, I never actually read it, which is why I'm asking.
Maybe the guy was a farmer if that narrows it down at all
Thanks for not saying "cont." at the end of every post. I keep misreading it as "cunt" and it breaks my immersion of the story.
Pretty nice one though. Got anymore experiences like that?
>find out i can make shit come to life
>create a shit ton of waifus and furry shit
>friend asks me to go camping
>they ask me to bring a gun
>why would i need a gun when i can summon shit
>can't bring waifu
>would freak out friends
>jealous of friend's waifus and fiance
>shit, wish i knew how do you draw personality
>start getting lonely and listening to recordings of my waifus
>friends are telling horror stories about skinwalkers and goat fuckers
>one girl is talking about how she'd kill them all
>start drawing creepy shit
>give them abilities to freak so out
>make sure they can't harm us
>creepy shit is happening just as i expected
>running away from my creations
>friends are scared shitless
>can't leave her and let them think she became a skin walker
>open notebook to random page
>draw /fit self
>carry muse the rest of the way
>triangle men show up
>they even do the Cia pose i drew them in
>get to road
>muscles sore from not streching
>look at friends
>they can't stop quivering
>can't say anything without laughing
>get a ride with a cute old couple
>drifting to sleep
>thought enters mind
>wish i had my notebook to stop the spoops
Total bullshit; should have at least shopped a game cover to make it believable. This nigga should have actually made the game instead of wasting time making shit up; it sounds like fun, would play.