The /k/ guide to killing spooks innawoods

>>32126441
>be me living in one of the oldest and spookiest states, Connecticut
>me and 4 friends want to go camping in the woods for a week
>me and two other guys, and their girlfriends
>I was just out of a relationship and kind of mad at the world
>grab my grandfather's m1 carbine and my great grand father's colt .357 police special
>15, 30round mags, plus belt of ~30 .357 rounds
>grab my trusty Bowie knife as well as a smaller buck knife and my pocket knife
>I'm always over prepared
>pack more than is needed, just incase
>friends come over and we hop in my car
>drive to state forest that starts in the edge of town
>state forest has a huge reservoir on one edge
>there was a town that had its roots in the late 1600's in said reservoir
>when they built they damn for the reservoir they kicked everyone out and just flooded the valley
>people also claim there is some sort of "jersey devil" in the forest
>notevenspooked.jpeg
>drive into the midst of said forest
>park car along main trail then start hiking along one of the smaller trails
>lots of people go 4 wheeling and dirt biking through the trails
>see the occasional motorist as we trek deeper into the forest
>eventually stop hearing noises of motors
>keep walking
>finally around 1500 after 7 hours of walking, we find a place to camp
>a small open area next to a hill
>a nice rock face to keep our backs to
>I'm really anal about stuff like that
>never sit in a restaurant with my back to the doors or windows
>always being observant and looking around
>maybe I'm paranoid but idgaf
>anyway 2 friends start making a fire and the other 2 start to gather enough wood to last us through the night
>I start setting up everyone's tents
>about halfway through the last tent I look up and notice no one is around
>not immediately concerned
>then I get that weird feeling
>senses go into fear mode and heighten
>become very aware that there is no noise what so ever
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>>32126453
>the only sound is the ringing in my ears, quickly broken by a faint far off gust of wind that lasts less than a second
>I start looking around and wondering where everyone is
>suddenly firewood friends appear
>"hey anon, are you okay?"
>I take a deep breath to try and calm down realizing that I was freaking out for nothing
>"I'm fine, you guys had me worried you all disappeared"
>Laugh and brush it off
>turns out the other two had slipped off for a quicky in the woods
>by now it's 1730ish and we're all hungry
>build a fire blind out of some rotted logs to reflect the heat back towards our tents and the wall
>this was in November so it was pretty cold at night
>one girl breaks out all this fancy camp cookware and starts making us some camp biscuits or hard tack
>it wasn't bad but I didn't care for seconds
>break out my percolator and start to make some coffee
>just as I set the percolator over the fire I look up and see everyone is quiet and looking around rapidly
>wtf.png
>"what's up?"
>"anon didn't you hear that?"
>"hear what?"
>"the howls!"
>coyotes had them spooked
>I chuckle and egg them on
>the guys catch on and start spooking the girls harder
>a howl from just over the top of the hill pierces the air and freaks us out a little
>light a lucky strike and check on my coffee
>listening to the sounds of the woods, leaves falling, wind blowing, faint owl noises, constant coyote howls
>It was a really crisp night and I decided I wanted to spend the night outside instead of my tent
>so I grabbed my stuff and set up next to the fire
>Everyone went to bed and I drifted off too

Day 2
>I'm the first one up at 0600
>it's still dark out so I stoke the fire and get it going again
>by the time everyone wakes up its about 0730
>"couldn't take the cold last night? eh anon"
>"I was fine out here, the fire kept me warm"
>that and my -40 rated sleeping bag
>"we heard you in your tent anon!"
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>>32126459
>"what the fuck" I say as I march over to my tent
>the flap is unzipped... draw revolver and open flap
>fucking claw marks and punctures all over the bottom
>a little freaked out but I don't remember zipping it up, just freaked out that an animal would creep into a tent
>don't say a word to anyone and don't say anything about it
>"I must have stumbled in there to get something in the middle of the night"
>proceed to make breakfast
>just as I finish dishing out the egg whites a scream tears through the woods
>is that a woman? no that's a cat scream... must be a bobcat
>girls are freaked out
>tell them it's a bobcat and they wont harm us
>girls are freaked out but quickly turns to "omg how cute would a baby bobcat be as a pet..."
>guys and I decide to do some fishing in the creak at the bottom of the hill
>girls want to make camp more "homey"
>so we head down to the creek which is in eyesight of camp
>fish all day, girls bring us lunch
>catch some larger brook trout right before dinner
>bring them up to camp and clean them before cooking them in the skillet
>throw heads, tails and guts off into the woods just down the hill
>walk back up to camp
>again, become aware that everything is dead quiet
>can't shake the feeling something is watching me
>silence broken by friends laughter
>walk back into camp on edge but try to hide it
>pretend to focus on cooking fish while still listening for other noises
>no birds, no insects, no sounds but friends and fire
>even that seems drowned out by quiet
>eat dinner and make some coffee
>decide to stay up all night because I'm spooked
>everyone goes to bed and I let the fire die down
>I had broken down my tent and rested myself against the rock face, m1 carbine in lap
>around 3am I hear leaves rustling down the hill
>puts me even more on edge
>sounds coming from where I threw the fish remains
>it's just scavengers eating the fish, I reason with myself
>drift off to sleep
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>>32126470
Day 3
>wake up at 0700
>friend is coming out of tent
>talk for a bit and decide I want to go see what animal ate the fish
>head down over to the area
>no footprints
>but there is a ton of blood... more than anything I threw over here
>investigate and search surrounding area
>find a dead bobcat
>looks half eaten and mangled to all hell
>wtf would do this?
>like it was right on que the silence creeps over everything once again
>I scan the woods and see nothing
>NOPE, back to camp
>friend has stoked fire and we sit on a couple log benches the girls made
>"anon... have you noticed that sometimes the woods grow really quiet for almost no reason?"
>try to hold in my nope and want to tell him to shut the fuck up
>say "yeah, that happens sometimes when predators are around, animals sense it and remain hidden"
>friend looks visibly relived
>"I thought I was going crazy, I noticed it a couple times and thought something was watching me. Hearing the bobcat and coyotes didn't help either"
>laugh it off and tell him he's a pussy
>that's when things started to get fucked
>the smell of blood filled the air
>I didn't say shit
>but i noticed my friends nose was flaring and he was glancing around
>something is out there...
>then it vanished
>friend says "hey, remember how we always talked of joining the army..."
>military conversation ensues
>"maybe we should take watches, like the military, for fun"
>think to myself that he knows something is up too
>"yeah let's do that" I say
>day passes and silence and copper smell come in and out in waves
>though nothing strange other than that happens
>as night falls and we cook dinner around the fire again a heavy musk of copper floods over all of us
>"something smells funn-"
>EEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
>a fucking screech of ungodly proportions makes us all jump
>its coming from the creek
>too dark to see down there and with the fire, night vision is fucked up
cont.

>>32126479
>then another screech, even louder, though I couldn't tell if it was closer
>then silence for what seemed like an eternity
>the sound of thrashing through the woods broke the quiet and it seemed to head around the hill away from us
>I hadn't noticed but my knuckles were white from clenching my m1 with all my might
>I eased up and chambered a round
>everyone looks at me
>idk what to tell them...
>idk what to say to put them at ease
>they shouldn't be at ease
>we are in danger
>don't want to freak them out too much
>"sometimes coyotes and other predators get territorial, but I'm ready for it"
>what the fuck did I just say?!
>no one speaks as the sound of a third screech comes from behind the hill
>"anon... maybe we should leave..."
>It's pitch black and there is no way I'm marching out of here at night
>try to tell them that as reasonably as I can
>we all agree, we will stay one last night then gtfo of dodge
>regardless we pack up our gear in preparation for our morning trek
>no one is getting any sleep tonight
>we all sit around the fire and try to ease up
>one friend pulls a glock from his bag
>the other has a death grip on his camp hatchet
>"I didn't know you bought a glock?" I say
>"after we took our permit class I went and bought a couple guns. I figured better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it..."
>God please let that be true
>talk for a few minutes about guns
>trying to not think about what might be out there, but I can't help but pay attention to everything going on outside the edges of our camp
>the smell of copper has stayed and hasn't gone this time, though the quiet in the woods kept coming and going
>around 2300 we hear another screach, bottom of the hill this time
>then a fucking voice that sounded like a garbled mess of words
>"those eere myyy tampens"
>2spooked2laugh
>"wtf did that just say?"
>one girl is crying and the other is pale as fuck
cont.

>>32126485
>pale girl proceeds to say
>"that's what she said to me when you boys were out fishing... we were unpacking and I grabbed her box of tampons"
>"THOEESEE EERRRRR MYYYY TAAMPEEEENSSS"
>the fucking thing is coming closer
>start to hear stomping in the woods as the fucking creature approaches our camp
>girls are all but paralyzed with fear
>take safety off and shoulder rifle
>the fucking stomping is almost upon us and then fucking silence
>this silence was different, the air was heavy with the copper scent, strongest it had been
>the fire even stopped making sounds
>my heartbeat seemed to stop
>EEEEEERRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH
>this fucking 11ft tall, gullum like mother fucking steps forward from the shadows
>the fire is reflecting back in its black eyes
>mind decides to replay jaws
>"you know how you know it gets you cheif? It's eyes they roll over black, lifeless eyes like a dolls eyes"
>Watch this ugly ass grey fuck of a being stand there
>it's crooked sharp teeth grinning at us as it drips saliva
>it leans back
>EEEEERRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHH
>it lets out a defening screech into the night sky
>it starts to take another step and I have what can only be described as an out of body
>I can vividly remember seeing myself stand up rifle still shouldered
>watching the thing look right at me while I let out a scream of my own
>AHHHHHHHHH
>I watch my finger tap tap tap away at the trigger
>30 rounds later and it is fucking gone
>EEEEEEEEEE
>as soon as my ears stop ringing I take a deep breath and fucking puke
>I light a cigarette and puke again, the proceed to finish the cigarette
>EEEEEEEEERRRRRRAAAAAAHHHH
>it's at the bottom of the hill again
>it sounds angrier than before
>I put in another mag and asses my friends
>glock friend apparently mag dumped aswell and is reloading his mag while trying to keep from shaking
>both girls are crying without sound
>machete friend is frozen except for blinking
>SNAFU never applied more perfectly
cont.

>>32126497
>notice the fire is dying
>thank god these girls stocked up a shit ton of wood
>throw some more wood on the fire
>try to think
>how the fuck am I going to survive this?!
>an even greater wave of fear washes over me
>I may not survive this
>in that moment I kind of accepted that
>maybe I was fucked up on an adrenaline high, maybe I had gone crazy or maybe I was thinking perfectly clear
>but I just accepted that I may die out here by the hand of some creature that was straight out of my wildest nightmares
>I vowed it would not fucking take me without a fight
>in the time I had been thinking and tending to the fire I sort of lost track of time
>it could have been 5 minutes or an hour, but the thing started making a ton of noise
>grunting and wheezing, stomping and thrashing
>FFFWWWWOOOSSHHH
>THWAP
>wtf just flew by?
>it threw the fucking mangled bobcat at us
>"oh shit it hit her!"
>other than being bloody and starting to puke the girl who was hit was fine
>NOPE
>don't pay attention to her or the cat
>that's what this fucker wants!
>notice they are all looking at her, I shoulder my rifle and scan the edge of camp
>hear it coming back at a quicker pace
>almost like it was fucking galloping
>creature emerges coming in fast
>this time I almost felt comfortable
>time seemed to stand still and I let out a few shots at the creature
>it freezes
>I proceed to get fucking furious
>letmeseeyourwarface.gif
>AHHHHHHH
>shoot it again
>wtf are my feet doing?
>why am I stepping towards this horror
>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>step closer and keep firing
>notice it hasn't had an impact on it, I can see it's wounds but it doesn't go down
>BANG BANG BANG
>friends glock barks
>EEEEERRRRRAAAHHHH
>it screeches and retreats once again
>"we're all gonna die wahhh"
>girl crys more
>think outloud "yeah probably"
>"what the fuck anon?" says machete friend
>glock friend seriously growls "this thing took bullets like a sponge to water and didn't go down, it keeps coming back..."
cont.

>>32126505
>"if we have any chance of survival it's to fight it off until morning then get the fuck out of here when we can at least see where we are going" I say
>brief argument about this but in the end everyone agrees better to stay where we have some protection and safety rather than leave ourselves completely exposed and in darkness
>hear the creature thrashing and screeching again
>then silence
>"FUUUEEEEK MEEE LIIKKEE THAAAAT"
>girl cries again
>machete friend can barely say "it was watching us while we fucked..."
>he proceeds to puke
>it's stomping around again, this time it heads back around the hill
>the smell of copper fades only to be replaced with the smell of gun smoke and vomit
>take out a cigarette
>just as I take the first drag it screeches again
>EEEEERRRRAAAAAHHHH
>spin around and it is at the top of the rock face glaring down
>now I don't normally fire uphill for fear of what I might end up hitting
>but this was no time to be worried about that
>raise m1
>click
>cllick click click
>FUCK
>pull out .357 and dump 6 rounds into it's head and chest
>girl who was a mess somehow gathers the strength to launch the bobcat at the thing
>It vanishes again
>reload .357 and clear my dud m1 round
>the smell of copper returns just as heavy
>though there is no other sign of the creature
>check my watch
>0130
>god damn... we have a long way to go till morning
>surprisingly the next hour was quiet
>then another screech, its at the creek again
>THWOMP THWOMP THWOMP
>heartheycomeagainsir.gif
>why wont this thing just give up, or die
>"I'LL SHOOT YOU AGAIN FAGGOT!"
>I actually laughed at that
>but when I heard
>"CHOOOT EEYYOOO FAGGGUUT" from down the hill, I lost it
>this fucking thing is taunting us
>everyone looks at me like I've gone crazy
>I just smile, the biggest shit eating grin
>I don't fucking care anymore
>it appears again
>just as I aim at it, it jumps to the left
>by the time I swing my rifle to where it is, it has jumped again
cont.

>>32126517
>realize I am between glock friend and creature
>aim at creature as it steps closer
>quickly drop to one knee and open fire
>glock friend opens fire
>glock friend goes click
>I go click
>NOPE.
>it's not moving this time
>it steps closer
>.357 save me now
>when that goes click the grey ghoul from hell is 5 feet away glaring down at me
>not us just me
>I'm frozen, I can't move
>staring into 2 lifeless cold eyes that are piercing my very soul and sending chills into my chills
>it's mouth opens to reveal its gnarled mass of teeth once again
>mind is racing and pulls up ex gf
>wtf mind now's not the time to use that
>I get very angry and draw my bowie knife
>it flashes its nasty black claws at me
>I proceed to grin at this abomination
>I don't know what made me think that was a good idea
>staring contest ensues
>broken by screams
>AAAAAHHHHHHHHH
>everyone fucking charges this beast with wooden logs, a burning stick and a machete
>EEEEERRRRRRAAHHHHH
>it screams and retreats before anyone can get to it
>it's not just after 0300 and we have all had it
>me glock, machete and bobcat friend have all embraced the fact we may die
>other girl has not
>she freaks the fuck out
>goes crazy and hysterical
>"I can't take it anymore!"
>she takes off into the night
>glock friend starts to run after her
>I tackle him to the ground
>"NO!" I say "she's gone..."
>he starts to break down and cry
>we listen and can hear 2 sets of feet running through the woods
>EEEEERRRRRAAAAAHHHHH
>the creature screeches in the distance
>then we hear a woman scream
>then silence
>dead silence
>the screeches continue the rest of the night but never getting any closer
>once it is light enough to see and see while walking through the woods, we grab our gear and gtfo
>the first half a mile was filled with an ever growing smell of copper and we feared it would come again
cont.

>>32126532
>but after that the smell dissipated until it was gone completely
>we hoofed it back to the car and proceeded to drive straight to the police station
>where I told them we were attacked by a large "animal" and she ran off into the night
>about a week later her body was found by hikers
>the police report stated she had been mauled and eaten by a "very large animal" possibly a bear

Since then glock friend and I have become very close he slipped into a very deep depression for a long time,
machete friend and bobcat girl got married and moved to the city. Glock friend is the only one who will bring up what happened and only when he and I are alone. He still feels like it was somehow his fault and he could have saved her. At the time I did't know what the fuck we saw out there but since browsing /k/ I assume it to be a skinwalker of some sort. I know if there was a sure way to kill it, glock friend and I would go back out there in a heartbeat and hunt that fucking thing down. Believe what you want, but these fucking things ARE real and as much as they are joked about on here, you just never know what you are going to find in the deep woods... or what will find you.

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>>32126441
Bump

>>32126550
>Connecticut
>Deep woods
lol

>>32126674
I don't think there's anywhere in this shitty state where you can hike for 7 hours, let alone get away from the sound of people.

>>32126695
It was in Nepaug state forest. Cant really remember everything we did on the walk in but it wasn't exactly a straight line, nor were we hoofing it, we did some exploring along the way. It was 3 years ago so some of the times are guesstimates.

but good to know I'm not the only one stuck in this liberal cesspool

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Posting mine

>>32126550
Wow you think connicunt is innawoods come to Maine
And who is she

>>32126752
Did you register your evil clips?

Also, Nepaug isn't big enough to have a firefight without people knowing about it. It's like 2 square miles.

>>32126925
you can't just enjoy an embellished tale, can you? yes, some of the story is made up, but I swear to Murder/k/ube

>we camped there
>witnessed a fucking creepy cryptid
>and we shot at it
>then it went away
>no one died

I don't really care if you believe it or not, I just want you /k/omrades to enjoy the read

and I cannot comment on what may have been registered and what may have been lost in a boating accident

>>32127072
Well I'm up for a spoopy story then, fine. That, I can believe...or at least suspend disbelief on.

You in northern CT? I'm in West Hartford, and I need people to go shooting with / drinking with.

I have guns and beer.

>>32127174
No shit, I'm in Avon! I go to Blueback every now and then, but I prefer "the tavern at the exchange" in Farmington. Where do you go shooting?

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>>32126856
Oh you're still alive? Any new developments in dogman relations? How was thanksgiving.

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whos got the story where the guy finds the abandoned horse trailer

>>32127655
Oh, yeah, I'm still kicking. Thanksgiving was pretty good. Spent some time with relatives in Texas. You?

Relations are going fairly well now. I went hiking in their territory and saw one.
>walking by offering site, about to leave some food as thanks for letting me camp
>about to turn around and head back home
>loud fucking crash and a Dogman jumps out of a tree
>I spin around and point my shotgun
>it's in a low defensive stance alternating looking between me and my gun
>it looks at the big pine tree next to me and then looks at the gun
>all I feel is rage at this point. I don't know what it is
>"fuck it"
>I lean my shotgun against the tree
>Dogman walks closer, closing the 30 foot gap in 5 steps
>now standing about 3 feet away from me and it just studies me
>he cocks his head sideways and moves his ears before turning and silently walking back into the woods
>fuckthatandeverythingthatbreathes.gif
>grab shotgun and sprint home

That was about 3 months ago. I've been since and it's been a steady stream of trading.

So yeah. That's the update

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>>32126441
We've written a few in the past as well.

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>>32127793
Those are good, we are making ours more specific to the types of creatures one may find and where they might find them.

>>32127885
By all means, please continue.

I'm part of the group making the guide as well. There's like 10 of us I believe. We're making the guide as we speak.

>>32128181
South Dakota deep woods hunter here.
IVE SEEN SOME SHIT

>>32127244
I shoot at Hartford Gun Club. You wanna meet up for a beer and/or shooting?

Okay, this is an encounter that happened mid winter of 2015, it was cold (-15 degrees to be exact) and my buddy and I were having extreme problems getting fire because of that.

>At buddies house getting prepared to go on a 3 day camping trip in mid winter like we always do
>Secure pack and his to make sure shit won't fall out when we're hiking
>He has a room upstairs where you can step out onto their elevated deck and walk down a set of stairs to the dirt driveway
>Survey woods from top room window, all seems clear. Not even a deer on the treeline (which at his place, there is normally wildlife everywhere)
>Load gun (i was carrying a .410 bolt action shotgun at the time) he loads his (a little .22 for small game to eat while we're out there)
>Walk out onto porch and his little brother comes out, wanting to go with us so we let him
>We walk a couple minutes because his house is near the road (he owns about 56 acres and his house/farm only takes up about 3 so we have 53 open acres of forest. Also i forgot to mention he is deep woods, no internet access, no service type of deep woods)
>His little brother likes to fuck around and yell and be loud so we deal with this as we're walking down a foot beaten path
>We walk about 30 minutes until we get to edge of property, look around and decide the clearing with a single bare tree in the middle will suffice for our camp site. Nice clear area for about 2 acres, would be easy seeing someone walk up on our campsite.
cont.

>>32127072

Not only is your thread a repost, now you're being a bitch.

pt. 2
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>Skip to nightfall, been trying to get fire started since we got there.
>All wood is frozen, so therefore we need to do that before actually getting a fire.
>This continues until 9 pm (by now his little brother has gone inside)
>Snow started to fall 2 hours ago and you can't see shit, it's pitch black and if you turn on a light you were blind because of snow
>Fire is started and we cook a can of beans
>Best fucking beans i've had in my life
>so cold, just tasted so good
>After we finish our beans we fluff up the pillows in our shelter (mylar sheet strung up over us to make a ^ formation) and take off some gear to get into bed
>"Dude...the fuck is that"
>5 lights lit up in the distance, maybe 200 meters away
>No light shining onto anything, light not showing up on any trees
>Just looks like a ball of light but the light isn't projecting on anything
>Suggest going home because i'm freaked the fuck out, it looks like light is bleeding into our universe from another universe
>Friend says "No, i think it's just the neighbor"
>At this point my mind is going a million miles an hour but i don't let my friend know
>I say "Let me scout our perimeter really quickly, just want to make sure"
>He agrees and we both go about 25m out, circle our camp and hear a twig snap
>Both of us look directly at where the sound came from
>I'm shitting myself at this point because i was already afraid of something
>The lights are off/gone and I can hear twigs snapping
>We call out to whatever/whoever is walking up on use
>No reply, sounds of twigs and ice has stopped snapping.
>We investigate a little, but don't want to go to on neighbors property
>Go back to our campsite and idiotically wipe off the sounds as nothing
>Lay down in sleeping bags, guns in arms reach
>My friend gets to sleep but i'm paranoid so i stay up
>Hear obvious foot steps, crunching of ice or snow below a boot
>Shit self again and grab gun, hoping i don't hear the sound closer
>It gets closer

>>32127072
>embellishing the story or actively making it up

Don't make a thread intended to be devoted to real life stories and then go out of your way to make them less believable by willfully making shit up.

If you want to roleplay about scary stories in the woods that you dreamed up, go to /x/.

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TLDR, your writing skills arent great.

>>32127696
Bill is alpha.

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white text on black fucks up my eyes.

>>32129093
alright buddy you got me, lets keep 'er going.

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>>32129093
pt. 3

>Whatever it is gets close enough to the point where i think i could tell by the sound, where it is.
>Think it's right at our fire, which is about 10 feet away from our shelter
>Nudge friend, find out he's been awake all this time, knife in hand and gun at his side. Was going to ask me at the same time i nudged him
>He wants to throw the side flap up and book it to the house
>Agree
>try to move head and look at fire
>Too much unnecessary movement so i don't look at fire
>We both whisper "3..2..1"
>On 1, we both grab guns, jump up and start running, not looking back
>What took us 20 minutes to walk, took us 1 minute sprint
>We get up to the house and jump 3 stairs at a time up to the top room, slam the door shut and lock it.
>We get our breath back and watch the treeline, nothing
>Both of us stay up all night, just on guard
>Wake up and realize we both slept till morning
>We get up and walk back to camp.
>EVERYTHING is thrown around, claw marks, food broken into and spilled
>Bags are 20 feet from where they were
>Everything is in shambles
>Not saying it was Aliens or Spooks
>But it was Aliens or Spooks

>>32129371
Correction
"30" minutes

>>32126453
I know this story!! Thanks m8 I love this one

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>>32129371
pt. 4 (End)

>We check where the lights roughly were
>No house
>No Neighbour
>No Light source
>No electricity
>Just
>Trees
>We nope the fuck out and grab our gear.
>We just spend the rest of the two days at the house watching pre recorded movies and watching the tree line at night and the sky for any lights.

Was spooky and wanted to hunt the thing, but at the same time. I didn't want to die or get abducted or something.

>>32129487
>pre recorded movies
is there any other kind of movie.

>>32129525

>he doesn't kidnap actors, drop them into sets after forcing them to memorize a basic plot and then watch the madness on live CCTV

Fuckin' weirdo.

Bumping this thread so I can post my screen caps

>>32126441
Whatever happened to the Ruby Mountain fags and the intelligent mole creatures?

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>>32130285
Part 2:

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>>32130297
Part 3:

>>32130274
I have that story if u want it

>>32130327
The original story or the supposed expedition that was going to happen?

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>>32130329
Both

>>32130365
Is it legible? I'm on mobile

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>>32130374
This might be better guys sorry

>>32126441
Werewolf breakdown.

>Werewolves are humans, that have been infected by another werewolf.

>Most Werewolves that are well fed keep their human intelligence, however if not they turn Feral.

>Feral werewolves act like most portrayals of werewolves, violent, savage monsters.

Counters.
Werewolves have TERRIFYING regenerative capabilities, along with speed and strength.

The use of silver neutralizes this. Then traditional tactics work, (Headshot, heartshot ect.)

If silver is not available.... OH BOY.
AIM FOR THE FUCKING HEAD. It will slow down the werewolf, but not kill it.

Multiple headshots, will stun a werewolf. (large caliber weapons help.) However THIS WILL NOT KILL THE WEREWOLF.

Only decapitation, or EXTREME gross trauma, (blowing up.) Fire works good too.

>>32130910
So when killing werewolf, make hamburger or hotdog.

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You're gonna need the right wing man.

i remember someone posted a video about a soldier in iran or iraq having his squad killed by a Nephilim

>>32127072
Cool story bro.
Here's a board that will appreciate your spoopy fiction.
>>>/tg/
>>>/x/

>>32128593
I'm up for both

>The /k/ guide to killing spooks innawoods

It always cracks me up when Internet baby talk runs headlong into a racial slur without realizing it.

>>32128574
Do tell

>>32128574
Mind sharing?

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anyone got the one where Anon goes nuts on a farm and gets into a territory dispute with a goatman?

>>32126441
I had sex with Bigfoot, there I said it
There's your story OP

>>32126621
Lel

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This is pretty bad, you should probably never try writing one of these again.

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>>32127072
>Yes, I completely fabricated my story but I swear to you I shot at some spooky super real cryptid guize
No, you shot at a deer or a coyote or some shit, decided to embellish it in a poor attempt to make it somewhat interesting, passed it off as real in order to try to get your name in a "le epic" screencap, and then you didn't even have the common courtesy to double down on your lie. Proud of you. Heres your prize.

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>>32126441
bump for later posting.

>>32127789
You forgot the alaskan bullworm

>>32126550
This reads like a fucking horror movie or something.

I mean, yeah, most of these are fake, but yours is so fucking generic.

>>32126856
thats not readable, dumbass

>>32126441

Alright, /k/omrades.

I'm a military man, hunter, trekker and woodsman of all varieties. I've been around, some things I've seen.

Take your pick of my strange experiences from my wonderful titles:

>The Indian's Horse
>The Founder
>Farmer Blue
>Cultists
>People Are The Real Animals

>>32141460
People are real animals

>>32141460
I would love to hear about the Founder, especially because I am not familiar with that

>>32127696
Based Bill

>last winter, about 7 pm cold as shit
>so dark we're shooting with flashlights out
>snowing slightly so theres a fresh layer of snow

>me and friend on farm land shooting into tiny backstop on edge of woods
>knock all targets down and go to set them back up
>some flew over the backstop and we both go to get them
>notice theres a boot print infront of and behind a small tree
only 2 prints in fresh layer of snow
>cant see anything with out shining a light on it

he says one of his cousins hung himself in a tree not too far from where we were shooting and there have been spooky reports of stuff that happened before

>>32141493

>People are The Real Animals

Alright, here goes:

I started coming to this conclusion early on after three separate incidences in my outdoors experiences.

The first one:

>Cutting/scouting a trail in a part of Alabama
>4-wheeler, rifle, backpack
>coming down trail pretty quick on downhill, see something out of corner of eye in passing, looked like it was looking at me, unlimbered rifle and slowly backed up
>deer's head
>smaller buck
>strung between two trees with wire, looking at trail
>eyes are gone
>not picked out, cut out
>it is not deer season
>fast and hard all the way out of there

Two:

>Turkey hunting in national forest
>come to a pull off on an old logging trail
>pull off of trail to dismount and listen
>see a bucket, foul stench in air
>look in bucket
>small animals, mostly mutilated, goddamn near full
>glass area around me with bonos
>clear out

Three:

>Deer hunting in separate national forest
>go to a spot where there's always deer
>also, unfortunately, always strange shit
>one time I find a woman's accouterments in some ashes
>a dead coyote this time
>same exact spot
>some time passes and I'm shooting the shit with a man who stomps the same ground
>the found a man shot in the back of the head with a rifle in that same spot

I've encountered bears, mountain lions, and all manner of other malignant creatures, but I'm inclined to believe that the most terrifying thing in the woods at any given time is another person. When I see sign of a mountain lion, I just watch when I pass trees and brush. When I see sign of a man, I brass check everything and glue my eyes to the world around me.

>>32141508

It's a personal story about my first ghost encounter. Still interested?

>>32141607
Yes!

>>32141617

Alright, here goes.

>8 years old
>in midst of gorillionth divorce in family
>living in a rental built on 40 acres off an old dirt road
>house rented to us by the daughter of man that built it, who died some years after doing so
>sleeping in bed one night, door locked and closed because I was fucking terrified of Freddy Krueger
>wake up in a sort of haze
>door is open and there's a man in the doorway
>around 5'9, farmer's build, red shirt and blue overalls, mustache and thinning but well-kept hair
>just standing and looking at me
>not scared, but feel an intense warmth pass over me
>he nods at me and walks down hall
>I pass out
>door still open when I wake up
>speak to mom, who speaks to landlady
>she says that the man described sounds a lot like her dad
>she shows me a picture
>it's him
>never did know how to feel on that one.

>>32141670
Can we get the other three stories as well? Whatever order you'd like.

>>32141601
Yep, same reason I stopped hunting public land, fucking wackos out there.

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Yeah buddy,
You started okay, But less is more.
All skin walker stories, Less is more.
Don't tip your hand too early, don't have the big bad wander out of the woods and present itself to camp.
We all know whats coming by now, Copper, Blood, Creepy voices,
Some mystery is always great.
You know the best one was the Australian one where no one had any guns. The "I wouldn't worry about THAT anon"
Or fuck the one with the Lama which was all a Coincidence and months/years later he updated it. I loved that guy.

>>32127789
>Mr Urdd

truely the spoopiest of cryptids

>>32141971
>Australian one where no one had any guns
Care to share that?

>>32133593
The guy in the snow cabin looking after the horses? that shit was hilarious

>>32127696
This is my favorite one

>>32130239
>Then I heard this weird screech. It was like a cat or a woman, but defenitely not human.

Kek'ed harder than I should

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>>32142202
I've got it here. Sorry if blurry, posting from phone

How would you go about disposing the body of a protected cryptid if you, hypothetically, were to have shot one by accident?
I have access to a freezer and a bandsaw, so I was of a mind to just freeze it, cut it into bits and use the bits for bait in my crab pots, seeing how there's precious little woods around here.

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>>32127789

That sheet looks like something from those shitty Pokemon knockoffs you'd see in a dollar store in the late '90s.

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>>32141670

lucky you got out of there

>>32127072
Then tell the fucking truth.

Embellishment and falsehoods will only lead to bad information that gets men killed.

>>32145101
Good read man. Thanks

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>>32127789
>Duck-billed Platypus (HOAX)

>>32146470
>he wants truth in an /x/ thread!

555-come-on-now

Post more stories!

>>32135690
This was a good read, I probably wouldn't have handled myself as good

>>32127754
Acquire silver, make slugs, kill that furry bastard

>>32141601
>When I see sign of a man, I brass check everything and glue my eyes to the world around me.
same here
animals can be unnerving, but men can be evil

>>32141679

Still interested? Had to drop by the PD and then head to work.

>>32152022
yes sir

>>32150276
Why stop with slugs?
Someone needs to put together a DIY guide for silver gas grenades of some kind.

>>32152036

Farmer Blue:

My dad, an SD cool-guy, left us when I was very young. My mom and myself, as well as my brother when it was her custody time, all moved out to my grandfather's cattle farm way out, the house was built in the 1930's and refurbished twice.

>sitting on the couch, probably about 4 the first time I noticed it
>I was a sleepy little bastard and foggy
>I looked up
>saw a man in blue coveralls, faint and phantasmic
>walks calmly across the living room towards the kitchen
>later comes back and heads into the big room around the wrap-around fireplace
>tell my mom
>she's seen him dozens of times
>I see him a few more times
>never got any feeling off of him
>but I always felt a cool, blue presence all across that land
>I strung barbed wire, worked cattle, cleared snake-infested ponds, steered bull calves and whatever else you can think of on and on for 15 years on that land
>never once sustained any kind of real injury except for a moon-shaped scar on my hand, which healed in record time

A farmer always tends his stock, my bros.

The Cultists, next?

>>32152490

SF*

There is no need to take weapons in the woods. Please stop making things harder.

>>32152490

Fuck it, we'll do it live

The Cultists (or whatever they brought to be in this realm):

>be 18-19
>have the sole hunting rights on several charts of pristine land in an undisclosed county in AL (still have them)
>beautiful land, never been hunted, cut and replanted for timber once
>going to college down there at the time
>roommate comes in one night bummed out over a woman and the pressure of the program we were in, you know the drill
>he's one of them there city boys, so I show him how I clear my head
>grab a few cold ones from the fridge, tell him to load up in the truck
>drive out to my favorite chart, never been out there at night and it was closer then the NF
>get out, light a cigar, he cracks one open
>I load up Matilda (870 from when they were good) just in case
>clock strikes midnight on the first of the month of November in that year with a full moon hanging
>and a racket commenced that drew my asshole up like a raisin
>singing
>soft, Gregorian-esque singing
>get as close to the neighboring chart from whence it came as we can
>it's louder
>and it's moving
>we drive the road a little bit and came upon a rise, whereupon which we saw folks in robes, but not the KKK kind
>moving and singing down a valley
>big fire lit
>heard the most demonic fiddling I have ever heard
>gtfo

Went back the next full moon on the first of a month with more folks so they wouldn't think we were crazy, and sure enough:

>began to hear the chanting
>and drove to the rise
>and there they were, robes donned and that god-awful fiddling
>decided we'd get closer
>bad idea
>a rock flew at the truck
>so heavy and so hard that it cracked the side panel trim on my truck
>bottles as well
>gtfo, shotgun ready to shoot through door
>everyone believed us after that

Now here's the weird part:

>come back some time soon after that to shoot
>maybe a week later
>come to a stand of pine that borders the other chart
>cont next post

>>32152654

>on several of these pines, the limbs have been shorn
>but very precisely
>bottom-most limbs intact
>but about a 3-5 foot section on each one is shorn of limbs
>the limbs weren't cut
>they were ripped off, you could see the peeling where they'd been done such a way
>these were healthy, green limbs
>something climbed up there and ripped them

I made an open apology to the woods around me and left a case of beer close to where we had the issues.

Only weird thing that happens down there now is anytime I fall asleep down there, I wake up to find a deer very, very close, and it's always gone about the time I can get a good look at it. And it's always making solid eye contact with its head down low.

But that's probably because of my wonderful deer management making the place a deer paradise.

>>32152703

The Indian's Horse:

Now, I mentioned the gorillion divorces I've seen, and this took place while we were in the midst of one. My mama and I would go arrowhead hunting because we are largely native ourselves, and this was our way of exploring cool history and having family time.

>about 8/9 years old
>arrowhead hunting on the property we were living on
>in a great spot, found some good stuff after a rain and just kept raking and digging
>finding really good stuff
>all the birds and the squirrels are making plenty of noise
>getting close to dark
>finding stuff that's too good
>unblemished arrowheads for bird, beast and man
>knife blades
>ornate pottery
>and then it hits us
>this far away from a known burial site, this shouldn't be the case (we'd never purposely touch a grave, I walk around them)
>we're accidentally digging on somebody special
>and then we hear it
>a horse
>danger close
>like within yards
>the woods go silent
>wheel around
>nobody there
>no horses
>no farms with horses for miles
>woods too thick for sound to carry
>hear it again, frenzied and almost atop of our location
>put everything back as we found it, cover it all back up, and gtfo

I've heard it said that you'll never hear an indian, but you'll hear his horse.

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>>32141971
Got the Lama one?

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If I may interject.

I'm a Traditional Catholic, and turns out Catholicism has a pretty extensive protocol and doctrine on fighting and dealing with baddies.

Because let's face it, most cryptids are supernatural in nature.

So while having big guns and a lot of friends will help, spiritual warfare will be your main defense against spooks.

Now let's break this down:

>Relics
This means a variety of tools you can use to ensure your personal safety. This covers many things such as:
>Scapulars
>Precious metals(St. Benedict medal, for instance)
>Holy Water
>Holy Salt
>Holy Oil
>Spiritual Warfare books
>Rosaries/Crucifixes/Blessed Objects

Now what you have to remember is that physical objects aren't going to help if you don't have the juice to back them up. This means going to church, and fasting, and praying before going out on a hunt. Staying in the state of grace is absolutely, positively essential. These are demonic entities which will use your sins against you unless you confess them.

Everyone wants to be a hunter, but no one wants to do the homework and preparation.

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32152890
Christfags get out.

Ive had a handful of encounters. Not joking but whipping your dick out seems to he ultra effective.

>>32127754
Glad to see you're back. I remember in your last thread, people were trying to get you to leave cards with words/pictures on them to try and teach them to communicate. Did you end up trying that? And do they still lose their shit if you go by the stump too early?

>>32152890
If you'd really done your "homework and preparation" then you'd know there is only one God, and Muhammad (PBUH) is his prophet.

>>32152890

I don't know that I believe that most cryptids are what you'd consider supernatural.

I believe that a portion of what people see is just what is left of things not quite extirpated by westward expansion, living on the fringes of society. Old civilizations painted, scribed and storytold of such creatures.

People just always have to have some higher explanation.

>>32155790
can somebody give me a link to this thread?

>>32156586
I don't have the full threads saved, and they're a couple months old, but dogmanbro posted a pic of most of the important stuff earlier in the thread