Does someone know a good paranormal story in a forest? I need it for a short film
One time I was in forest in night in ireland. I hear a spooky voice ahead of me. I follow it and see a man standing under a tree.
He says "this is nothing"
I run away
>>18433898
sounds lit as fuck
>>18433543
lurk the threads that are already up. or go in the archive.
I've got a para story for you
>walking innawoods with a bunch of friends one night in December
>see a strange black silhouette in the sky above me
>large and round at the top, very thin and narrow at the bottom kinda like a mushroom
>it keeps getting bigger and bigger as it descends
>finally hits the ground, and almost appears to deflate
>suddenly a figure about the size of a person comes charging out of it straight at me
>see a very bright flash, and a deafening sound
>sudden sharp pain in my stomach unlike anything I've ever felt before
>fall to the ground in pain and notice that I seem to be bleeding in the snow pretty badly actually
>one friend takes a shot at it (we're all /k/ommandos btw) didn't hit it, but it flinched and ran off into the trees, whatever it is it must not be immune to bullets
>other friend who knows first aid rushes over tells me to lay still, and checks to see what it did to me
>as I'm laying in the snow I look up to the sky, and suddenly notice dozens more of those strange silhouettes
>not really sure what happened after that, I think I blacked out from the pain
This was in Belgium quite a few years back by the way. Never did find out what happened that night, but I never have seen any of my friends I was with that night since then.
I can't sleep.
Why did my brother have to pick the largest tree to camp under? I want so badly to get the hell out of here, eradicate all memory of this place from my memory, but my brother would kill me if I bailed on him. He's been asking me to go camping with him for months and he just barely convinced me to come. He's leaving to get more firewood, but I could have sworn I heard him mutter something under his breath as he passed my tent.
The camping spot he picked is covered with these huge trees that blot out the sky almost completely. I can barely see the moon peeking out through the leaves above the tree my brother pitched his tent beside. The fire is getting pretty low now. I really hope my brother comes back with the wood soon.
I think that's him. Yeah, he's got something in his hand... A knife?
Ow man why u stabbing me foo chill nigga chill
I'm bleeding internally. I don't think I'm going to last the night at this rate. I have to get out of this forest.
I can't sleep.
I'm... I'm dead bro why man not cool man not cool
You can adapt this to a film no prob
>went camping
>niggers
>>18434444
spooky