I live in a rather populated area in Minnesota near the twin cities. My name is Parker and that will come into the story later. I’ve heard stories about crytoids for years, thought they might be real but never really were scared of them. Until now. I’m home alone and I hear my dad’s voice call “ parks” which is his nickname for me. He isn’t home of course so I freak out. I know that is one of the things that skinwalkers do to lure people out. I don’t think I live near any native lands that may affect it. But then again it is Minnesota which was full of natives hundreds of years ago. Any idea of what it may actually be? Or what to do?

For reference me and my boyfriend live in Utah, a small city/town to be exact. He lives on the further end of town right before the mountains all of the houses are spaced out as they all have big properties. Note that next to my boyfriends house is a big field with lots of burnt down buildings and trash and such. It’s a Friday night and I was outside alone with our 2 month old puppy. I was teaching her simple things like recall and stay. As I was practicing her recall and had started walking next to this field, I heard what sounded like a baby kitten. Naturally I followed the sound to the field hoping the cat distribution system had chosen me. I was right about to climb the fence and step into the field when I suddenly heard lots of baby kittens crying for help almost as if the noises were surrounding me, they sounded extremely close and frightened me, I stopped right in my tracks as did my puppy. She began barking and we came back inside, I had informed my boyfriend’s mom and when we went out there to look there was no more sounds. When she left however, they continued so I had called out she came back out and again nothing. Any ideas as to what this could be? If I should be concerned or not?

I think my dog is a skin walker. She doesn’t act like a dog. Sits human like and looks at us with human like expressions. My partner, he really thinks my dog is one. Whenever we call her a skin walker, she glares at us like we caught her doing something or exposing her and then she’ll play stupid. I personally don’t. I call her mommy‘s little skin walker and she just gives me a Sideye. My dog is extremely nosy. She will also like to watch intimate moments without turning her head, she will glare at us until we’re done either ever hugging, kissing, etc. when we’re snuggling on the couch, watching TV and we look over she’s deada$$ just staring into our souls. Sh$ts weird. Just had to get our finding out there and see if you all think she is one or just a weird dog? Btw her name is Sammy and she is a gorgeous African ridgeback laborer!

As I was writing to post my last post about a skinwalker. It is like 11:50 so like 5mins ago during the day we heard just know say my fiance name sky being called out by wht sound like their mom. But thier mom is not home. Their mom is at work. Currently we have our curtains closed and window open cuz it is a sunny day so we though fresh air would be nice. We were wrong rn certainly freaked out. I thinking is definitely stocking my fiance more then me but still it seems but stocking only us

For context i live with me fiancé parents. We live in a little neighborhood. Kids are always playing around outside they is a lot of people the have dogs a nice neighborhood. But to the story I am still freak out . April 25 or 26 idk cuz it just turn midnight when it happened so idk what day you consider that. But anyway to the story

So Last night around midnight to a half an hour past midnight me and my fiancé heard a scratching at the front door like a cat. We thought one of the cats may have gotten out by accident but we quickly realized the all the cats were inside and sleeping in my fiancé parents bedroom. So we turn off all the lights and the tv and waited in the dark. A little atfer atfer the scratching had stop at the front door we heard meowing like cat but unlike a cat. Something was off about the way it was meowing. It was not animal like but still you could tell it was a cat. But the meowing was happening right at the front door. But when the whole thing was happening my arm in my hairs stand up i had goosebumps I felt an emotions I almost was going to cry tht is how freaked out I was I mean me and my fiancé both were. And we barely slept we kept waking up randomly when we tried to and every time we woke up we listened carefully to see if we hear anything. But it was always silent after that. So idk if it is going to try something else tonight. But me and my fiancée at ours jobs worked till closing tonight. We both work across the street from each so we both we be close by each other. But if anything else happens tonight I was update.

I honestly think is been stocking us for months. I think it all started when my fiance parents went out of town April from the 10-18. But when the got back by the 19th it had quieted down and their has not been activity till last night April 26. Also thru all this no one has open the door or look out the window. Which I fell like is good that no of us have open up to it or look at it when the noises been happening,

This story is thro April 10-18 . We had the house to ourselves thought we are going to have a nice time while there are out of town. We were wrong every single night they were gone we heard moving around outside. We keep hearing twigs break and footsteps on the front porch but like was it no knocking nothing. But definitely something was outside stalking. My fiancés parents have a front yard and backyard full of plants. So from the street u can’t see the front door or the porch. So non many saw nothing we have ask several neighbors if they ever something. We just chalk it up to an animal but now I am thinking it is no given the recents events.

I am only 14 and I know your gonna be like "he's to young get off of Reddit blah blah blah" but just listen I was having a camping trip a year or two back with my friend and his family and when we were outside at night we heard a weird laughing noise (I don't know too much about skin walkers so it's all just speculation) it was weird, it sounded human but it wasn't it was a disembodied laughing just creepy. Now just a couple months ago I had another sleepover with the same person and we went into the woods at night. We heard the same noise again but this time we saw nothing but glowing eyes, we thought a coyote at first but it was way too tall. Now just last month me and a different friend were having a sleepover on his trampoline outside, and when we were about to fall asleep, BOOM again, same laugh, I think a skin walker is haunting me or something. It always seemed to happen when we were most vulnerable. Scary as crap. Advice?

Hi all. Me and my girlfriend decided to head up to Marshall lake in Flagstaff Arizona. To do some dispersed camping. It was beautiful during the day but the moment the sun went down we decided to put the fire out and head to the tent since it was so cold outside. The moment the sun went all the way down we were laying in our tent and getting ready to get some sleep even though it was early.

Keep in mind we were in the middle of no where with no one near by, probably 1.5 miles from the closest tent we saw. Thirty minutes in to laying down me and my girlfriend heard two very distinct footsteps right behind our tent. We didn’t hear anything walk up and it was so close we grabbed our bear spray and decided to poke my head out the tent to see if anything was near by. Absolutely nothing.

We go back to our sleeping bags pretty spooked and then 15 minutes later we heard it again and we decided we didn’t feel safe and left. We hiked out of the woods and got a motel. Are there skin walkers out here because we saw no animal tracks behind our tent and we know for certain I heard footsteps around our tent.

Edit: this happened tonight and it was a full very bright moon. I don’t know if that makes a difference I don’t know anything about skin walkers and didn’t even begin to believe in them until now

Edit 2: were heard someone unloading shots at something at one point too during the night. We believe it was from the campers 1.5 miles away at the head of the trail. I thought it was odd that someone shot one magazine and didn’t shoot anymore. But as we hiked back out about an hour later they also packed their camp and left as well.

Final update: We safely got all of our gear and got out of there and home safely. Please everyone be safe camping or hiking around flagstaff!

I’ve been watching Skin walker short films recently and I’ve been wondering if they are being correctly portrayed, they scream for help, move really fast, stalk.

What else do they do?

I go to school is Harrisonburg Virginia and in the summer of 2023, I was in my home late at night around 1am hanging out with my roommate at the time and we live in a three story home, we’re in the kitchen on the second floor And hear a faint moaning, we think its the neighbors at first through the walls but it starts to sound more like a baby but not next door but outside, at our front door. We start to move toward to stairs to get a better listen and whatever was there seems to start scary thing and banging on the door heavily like a dog or big four legged animal. We are freaked out and don’t know what to do. We sit in the living room and this goes on for about 30 minutes then after that time goes by its more on and off now but still can’t go to sleep cause how freaked out we were and I lived on the first floor so I was not going down there. It kept going on and on so we decided to call the non emergency police number. It started back up heavily now as we’re on the phone with someone and we describe to the person on the phone what I mentioned before and on the phone the person goes “is that the noise yours describing, I just heard it in the background” so we knew we were just hearing things. They said they would send someone but no one came. So me and my roommate decided we were fed up, I grabbed a kitchen knife and so did he and we walk down the stairs as its still scratching and banging as we go down, I get to the door and look out the peep hole and nothing was there. we go back upstairs and starts again for around 10 minutes and after that it stopped. I eventually go downstairs and peacefully go to bed and wake up the next day and check outside and nothing was there no damage to the door, nothing at all. We still think about it to this day and convinced it was a S.W.. Does anyone have thoughts on this? Was it a SW? A spirit? anything else?

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So, I want to start off by saying that I am a very skeptical guy. I became an atheist when I was seventeen, and when my belief in god dissipated, the belief in everything else supernatural went out the window as well. I also want to say that I’ve lived in Appalachia for all but four years of my life and I’m almost twenty-two, and I have never experienced any of the creepy things people say about the Appalachian mountains… until the story I’m about to tell you.

So toward the end of last year (2023), me and two of my friends had sort of simultaneous quarter-life crises, which eventually led us to getting rid of almost all of our belongings, quitting our jobs, leaving our apartments, and living out of our cars and DoorDashing around the country.

Well, on our first night on our big trip, we went to stay with a friend of one of my travel-mates. She lived in Tennessee in the Appalachian mountains. The smoky mountains, specifically. Which, for those of you don’t know, is like a subcategory of the Appalachians. She lived off a backroad in the middle of the woods.

The first night we were there, she had told us that there were strange occurrences on the property. The house was haunted, and there was something in the woods. She had told us that whatever is in the woods likes to hang out around her shed. She said that one night, she was walking up onto her porch, when she got the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Becoming fed up with whatever it was, she screamed something along the lines of “go the fuck away” into the woods, only for something to scream it right back at her. She claimed to have seen it one night from her kitchen window. She said it was peaking around the shed, staring at her. It wasn’t an animal, but it wasn’t human either. Out of curiosity, I asked her to describe whatever creature she saw in more detail, but she refused. I, being the skeptic that I am, basically disregarded everything she said and forgot about it.

Now, because it was our first night on the trip, and it was so fun and new to us, we wanted to sleep in our cars… which were parked right in front of the shed I mentioned earlier. Yes, that shed.

We hadn’t yet made window covers, so we were sleeping in three SUVs with uncovered windows completely surrounding us. But, I had no issue with this. I thought the worst that could happen would be that I’d wake up with a bear staring at me. So, I went to bed peacefully and woke up in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. I got half-dressed, put on my shoes, left my car, walked to edge of the woods, did my business, and got back in my car and went to sleep. I had not a single care in the world. No uneasy feeling, no feeling of being watched, nothing.

The next night, I once again wake up, really needing to pee. So, just like I did the night before, I sat up in bed, put on my pants, got my shoes ready, and reached for the door handle. But I couldn’t do it. It was like every hair on my body stood on end, and I got this overwhelming feeling of dread and foreboding. Now, I had a make-shift bed in the back of my SUV, on top of all the back seats that I flipped down. So I’m sitting there in my bed, looking around through all of my uncovered windows. I can’t see anything outside, except for some faint outlines of trees, and the glints off of my travel-mates’ cars. I neither saw nor heard anything that should be putting me on edge. I reached for the door handle again, but I once again got that terrible feeling. I continued to look around, try to reach for the door, and withdraw my hand. I finally gave up and said screw it and just peed in an empty water bottle.

The next morning, I got up and was talking to my travel-mates, and one of them mentioned waking up in the middle of the night out of nowhere, and experiencing an overwhelming feeling of being watched. She sat up in her make-shift bed, and looked all around, only to see nothing. I can’t lie, when she said that, I got a bit of a knot in my stomach. I asked her what time it was when that happened, and she estimated that it was around the same time I woke up… around 3am. I then told both of them about my experience, and we were all a little freaked out about it.

When we were headed out to our cars the following night, we noticed that all of the homeowner’s 5+ outdoor cats were all sitting on her front porch, which we hadn’t seen the last two nights. Previously, they would all be scattered around the property, if they were even in sight. We thought it was weird, but we didn’t think much of it. We all climbed into our cars and said our goodnights on our walkie-talkies. It was a pretty warm and muggy night for October, so we all had our battery-powered fans running. One of my friends frustratedly reported that her walkie was dying. Then, my other friend reported that their fan had died. Then my walkie started dying. And it continued until, in the span of five minutes, all of our electronic camping gear (walkies, flashlights, and fans) had all died. Finding this incredibly creepy, we all decided that we should just sleep in the house to be better safe than sorry.

We were gathering up our things to move inside, when I began to hear what sounded like something large walking through the leaves in the woods. I kept stopping what I was doing and looking toward my friends, who were standing right by the woods. They seemed unbothered every time, so I would just continue what I was doing. That was when I heard a louder noise coming from the woods and finally decided to walk over to my friends. Turns out, one of them was standing watch while the other one gathered the rest of her things. Me and my friend stood there watching my other friend’s back, and it kept sounding like whatever was in the woods kept getting closer to us. Soon enough, my friend had gathered all her things and we calmly, but quickly went into the house.

From what I can remember, we slept in the house the following night as well, but the night after that, one of my friends borrowed some sage from the homeowner and saged all along the wood line and around our vehicles before we got ready for bed. We slept perfectly fine for that night and every night after. No more weird feelings, noises, nothing. Of course, we were pretty much perpetually on edge from then on, but it was never quite the same feeling of dread and foreboding that I had felt before.

To be honest, I don’t know what to make of all of it. I know I didn’t see anything. But the feeling I got was unlike anything I had ever experienced. That was the first and only time in my life where I have gotten that feeling, especially just out of nowhere.

I’ve told the story a few times now, and I’ve had people tell me that it was just a bear. But I don’t think a bear would give me that sort of instinctual feeling of danger when I can’t even hear or see it. And I’m fully aware that I may be biased now, but I’ve lended a bit more credibility to the homeowner’s stories after my experience.

For those of you that are curious, no, we are not still on the trip. Unfortunately, the whole thing went downhill after a couple of months, and we are now integrating back into society. We are, however, all still friends. And, no, we did not experience anything like this again, despite staying at several campgrounds in the middle of the woods in other parts of the southeast.

Hello everyone. Like a previous poster I’ve seen on here, I’m from the UK and know that this may be out of place here but feel like there are some similarities to my story that others may get a kick out of. Full disclosure, I am a psychologist and a researcher, I am firmly agnostic on the notion of anything possibly supernatural existing but when pressed for what I believe I am resolutely atheistic. Could something be out there? I don’t know. Do I believe something is out there? Given the evidence presented, I think there isn’t.

However, being a good scientist means being honest about the experiences that don’t fit within your rubric. I have psychological explanations for the following story, but they always feel incomplete.

This takes place in 1990/1.

I was lucky enough to have grown up at a time when people could think about buying a house in central London without having to be oligarchs or oil-aristocracy. It was a two floor Victorian flat with a large garden, just around the corner from the natural history museum, which is truly amazing when I look back on it. I was about 6 years old, and my father was increasingly travelling for work at this point but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was the middle of the day, my grandmother, mother, and older sister were downstairs in the kitchen/dining room which led to the garden. I don’t know what spurred me on, but I went up the spiral staircase, running, as part of some game where I was enthusiastic and going full-pelt. I remember feeling happy and breathlessly excited and the sudden, jarring, emotional turn.

I remember stopped dead in my tracks with a deep feeling of fear, like every fibre of my being was screaming that there was danger and something was “off”. Even writing this now I can evoke that feeling and my hair stands on end. I don’t like recalling the memory and tell this story very rarely.

At the top of the stairs there was a landing between the living room and my parents’ room. My parents room had a wall of mirrors that contained closets. Standing in front of the old small TV, adjusting his bow tie was my dad. My “dad”, who absolutely couldn’t be there, turns to me and gestures me over with one hand, while smiling at me. I was being called into the room, with a familiar smile and friendly gesture.

At this point my frozen apprehension broke, taken over by sheer terror, and I bolted down the stairs as fast as I could. I had always been hesitant about running down those stairs as fast as I could climb them as I had previously toppled town and knocked out my front tooth when I was younger – no such hesitation now. No such hesitation, I threw myself down and immediately sought out my very Irish grandmother who wore these long flowing dresses and clung onto the dress for dear life. I could tell she was a bit surprised. At the time I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling or what had happened, I just clung on for a while. My granny could tell that something was wrong but didn’t press me for answers, which was an odd response given her character and how I was behaving. It would be a very long time before I could convey this story to anyone. At the time I just felt I needed to be right on her to be safe. I don’t recall if I ever told her, which I feel a little sad about upon reflection as our relationship didn’t end well and she passed away a few years ago.

That image of the father-thing calling me over still bothers me. Which is frustrating as, on its surface, the experience of seeing my father prepare to head out to work while I sat on the bed behind him is usually one that only brings a happy sense of nostalgia.

On a side note: I was raised catholic, but we didn’t really take it too seriously. We grew up with some stories of the fey folk and folklore of Ireland but, again, nothing ever given a tremendous amount of weight. My grandmother deeply disliked religion and called herself an atheist, but was often referred to as a “witch” partly as a joke because she could be very domineering but also because there was a belief amongst my family members that she had a habit of predicting the future and having a sixth-sense about things. I don’t believe any of that myself, but thought a few of you may value that detail.

There is only one other story I have that boarders on the otherworldly but that one is probably not relevant here and doesn’t carry any of the weight or dread this one does.

I'm not one to post these kind of things. I mostly just have reddit to look at bugs and read about roommate drama. But i had an experience in the woods one night almost 10 years ago that got brought up recently and thought i'd share here.

i (f16 at the time) snuck out of the house to go smoke weed in lynn MA woods at about 3am. It's not a huge sector of woods, just a wee reservation smack dab in the middle of the boston suburbs surrounding the local reservoir. I got to the entrance of the trail, parked my car, and made my way to the camp sites, about a 5 min walk, where there were fire pits available. It was a popular smoking area for teenagers, and I was one of them. I set up to draw by the fire I had made and begin to roll a joint.

As i was rolling, i had heard something on 4 legs come up from behind me. I didn't sweat it that much because where I'm from, the worst it could be was probably a coyote. but then you could hear it transition into two legs and walk with a bipedal gait. That confused me. Then everything went fucking silent. No crickets, no birds, nothing. The only thing I could hear at that point was the crackling of the fire and my own breathing. then i became really concerned like something bad was about to happen.

I call out, thinking maybe it was just a homeless dude working up the courage to ask me for some food or some money, since it was the city after all. I say hello and ask if anyones there. silence still, for about a minute. everything's telling me to run but I stay because i thought if it was an animal trying to hunt me I should stand my ground and make myself appear i'm not worth the risk.

Then whatever it was, it TALKED. It sounded almost like a parrot mimicking its owners voice, and it asked to bum a light. "can i bum a light?" it said. At first i'm relieved because at least I know it's not an animal, but the way it spoke was truly uncanny. I said "sure, but you have to come out where I can see you you're giving me the creeps dude". and then it asked again, and again. 3 times. Then i was really freaked and knew something was really wrong. I then told it to fuck off and find someone else to ask if he was gonna be creepy about it. then it ran off on all fours. you could hear all four feet hitting the ground as it ran away. The crickets came back, the night birds started to chirp again, and the air even felt warmer. that feeling of dread washed over me and i knew i had to fucking book it.

i calmly pack all my stuff back up, put out the fire, and make my way back down the trail to my car. I wanted to run but part of me still believed it was just a dude trying to get creepy with a 16 year old girl in the woods by herself, and if I played it cool and acted like i wasn't scared maybe he'd back off. my mother always taught me to make a scene in that scenario, and i was prepared to knife whatever came at me. I also thought maybe if it was an animal I wouldn't trigger it's hunting instincts if i just walked instead of ran. But man every hair on the back of my neck was standing up. that feeling of being watched is definitely real.

I finally see my car about 200ft ahead of me. I feel safe again but i'm still on alert. I feel secure enough to look behind me and sure enough maybe 40ft behind me is a male deer on its hind legs in the middle of the trail. I fucking freak. Ive never heard of a skinwalker, never believed in anything like them at the time. never even knew what they were. but i knew something about that image was seriously wrong and i lost my composure and booked it to my car. i made it back no problem and drove off before i could even turn my headlights on.

to this day, im 24 about to turn 25, I have never been back to those woods, or really any woods for that matter. I'm deathly afraid of nature now, which sucks. The very idea of spending a night in them makes me so anxious i feel nauseous. it wasnt until years later when i fell into a youtube rabbit hole in college (when you just pick one video suggested on your recommended page and let auto play take you wherever) that i stumbled on a video that described skinwalkers and alleged experiences people have had with them in the woods that i truly began to understand what i may have encountered that night.

this shit is real. idk if they're as aggressive or dangerous as people make them out to be in the stores ive seen online , because in my experience, it seemed pretty curious and backed off when i confronted it still thinking it was just a creepy dude looking to score. But to this day thinking about it makes me shudder and i get a put in my stomach.

id love to hear y'all's thoughts on this. id love to have this debunked even. i loved those woods and sort of want it to just have been a weird dude. but ive heard some weird, very similar stories from the locals about those woods and now i don't know what to think.

About 2 months ago, my husband (34M) and I (29F) were staying in a camper on a friends property in northern Wisconsin. One night I wasn't feeling very well so I went and laid down in the camper and promptly fell asleep.

A few hours later, around 3am, I suddenly woke up and and bolted out the door and started projectile vomiting outside by the window. My husband called out and asked if i was okay. I managed to say yeah in-between rounds. When I finally finnished and felt like i was okay to go back and lay down I spit a few more times to get rid of the taste and as I looked up there was a face about 3 feet infront of me in the darkness.

I stared at it. And It at me.. I was petrified, I couldn't move, but I was also afraid to take my eyes off of it. I slowly started to move my head up, down and side to side to try and get a better angle or a closer look and as I did so it began to mimick my movements.

There we were in the darkness of the forrest bobing up, down, back, forth slowly leaning closer and closer to one another as we try to figure eachother out.

I stared straight into its cold, hollow eyes.. I couldn't look away in fear of what would happen if I did. It stared back at me.. almost as if it didnt know what I was either. It was too dark to make out any features but the face had the shape of a human face but what i could see on the body from behind the truck just looked hunched over and distorted..

We stayed that way for what felt like forever until I finally managed to call out, "babe.." "yeah" my husband responded. "There is something out here" I said, only slightly raising my voice, "what?" He asked "I don't know.. some kind of animal? Im not sure but I'm afraid to move." "It's just watching me" I wishpered almost to myself. He opened the door of the camper and looked out into the darkness. "Where?" He asked unable to see what I was seeing. "Its right in front of me just watching" I told him bewildered that he couldn't see it.

He grabbed a flash light and shined it in front of me and it was gone.. there was nothing there! I never saw it leave! I kept its cold, dead gaze the whole time! How could it not be there!

I am still very confused by this interaction. I know it was there! I saw it! It wasnt a dream! And I know i wasnt hallucinating..

Can anybody tell me what they think it was?

Edit: Just to respond to a few comments. I don't drink and I don't do drugs so I was not inebriated.

I don't remember all the details because I couldn't see very well but heres what I got, I couldn't tell how tall it was because from what I could see it looked hunched over and disfigured, I don't think it had any fur, it was pale in color but again it was dark so im not sure what color it was, it had big black, soulless eyes, like looking straight into a void. It had sharp jagged teeth and i don't remember a nose at all.. hope this description helps.

Maybe it wasn't a skin walker because i guess they don't leave Navajo land but it was really scary.

I should also mention that where I was in the woods of Wisconsin was not too far from the Hannaville Indian reservation in Menominee County MI but again not Navajo so im not sure what it was

Back in 2021 a friend and I were splitting rent on a tiny farmhouse in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico while working. Any time she was away from her room or out of the house her door was open. One night I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up hearing her call me from outside that she needed help. She sounded absolutely terrified. I started to jump up and run to the back door, but something in my brain said to look at her door. It was firmly closed. I noped right to my bedroom, a grownass woman, and climbed into my bed and put my covers over my head. The next morning she said she’d been in her room all night and had never heard a thing. I can’t testify to the existence or non-existence of skin walkers, but NM made me believe in them. I never went outside late at night by myself again while we were there.

By the time I'm writing this it's been around 30 minutes when I encountered it. This has been the scare of my life. So, I've been at a sleepover at my friend, Sam. So, Sam and I set up a bed, and a makeshift basketball hoop to keep us occupied. Sam had recently got a lighter that's nice quality. He lost it, and went downstairs to find it. While I was scrolling Tiktok, I had my phone up, for me to see the door of my line of sight. So, Sam had recently went downstairs, I was just watching Tiktok as I said. The door had opened. And I saw a dark leg kick open the door. I froze in shock, I waited there for about a minute until I mustered up the strength to go up to the door. And I put my weight against the door. And said nothing. I listened and I heard Sam's voice, but it was off. It was a little distorted. I kept my weight against the door. I said nothing until the door from the basement opened. I waited until Sam said something normal. I told my mom and him. Sam recalls me saying something when I was dead silent. Also things about the door, yes the windows were open. But were inside the room. The door opens from the outside to inside, and the door was completely shut. Sam and I are staying in the room, we will stay the night in this room aswell. I might or may not sleep.

My son and his friend were in the woods behind our house. They are eight years old. They came running back totally freaked out. They said they saw something in the woods and ran home. The strange thing is that they said it was just shoulders and a head popping over the brush. They said the head was oval and all white and it didn't really have a face but it moved its head like it saw them and turned towards them. Thoughts? The all white threw me.

First-time poster on this sub! I've been holding onto this story for a number of years since every so often there's a good time to tell it and I felt that I should finally post it here to get people's thoughts on it.

I'd like to apologise in advance as I’d like to think I'm a decent storyteller in person, but pretty lacklustre / longwinded with text. Also as I write about later, I try and use animal noises to describe some sounds, take them all with a grain of salt as even I know that's not the exact thing I heard, but the closest sound I can relate it to or describe it with. I go between “I” and “We” a couple of times as I describe at the end, my friends and I all discussed what happened to confirm we all in fact heard the same thing and had the same experience.

To preface the story and where it takes place: I grew up in the Huron region of Ontario, for those not familiar it's about a three-hour drive directly west from Toronto (where I now live,) on the shore of Lake Huron. (Not far from the area the tales of The Black Donnellys are from for you dark history lovers.) During my time in high school, there was one teacher who had talked about his experiences in a small forested place called Lobb’s Bush. Although I wasn’t very familiar with it at the time, it was known by a fair number of locals as a very haunted place in the area or where people have had unexplainable but startlingly similar encounters. This teacher was very outspoken about his experiences in that bush, but also his steadfast trust in being a “non-believer” in the paranormal / supernatural which in turn made him of all people the most fascinating to hear it from. Always ends his stories or answers questions with “I don’t believe it, can’t explain it, I’m just telling you what happened.”

A few years later in the winter of 2017, both after having him as my teacher in high school and having since moved away to attend my first year of university, I came back to my hometown for my winter break to spend some time with family and catch up with my friend group. For anyone familiar with the small-town experience, our favourite activity was the age-old classic of buying a terrible number of cheap reservation cigarettes, hopping in one of our friend’s terribly run-down beater cars and then smoking, chatting and playing the worst music ever conceived until either the smokes or the gas tank runs out. We were all hovering around 16-18 so this was just the most fun degenerate things we could do.

On top of finally having a break from all my uni coursework, this was the first time seeing these friends in a couple of months so we were all excited to be one big group again. I won’t bore you with all the earlier antics of the evening but where this story picks up is after driving around catching up for a few hours, we pit stop at a random bush trail so some of us could smoke some weed. As we started walking down one of the trails, I remember feeling a very stark change in the atmosphere around us. I didn’t really want to express my feelings to ruin the mood, but I definitely felt the need to be on high alert.

I’ve never really had a way to describe the physical feeling apart from my chest feeling heavy, but somehow it was very clear that something was watching us and did not want us there. Every few steps I needed to look back to make sure something wasn’t stalking us, all we had were our phone flashlights which had a very short distance. The way the trail sat in the bush, it was all new trees so they curled over the path to almost form a tunnel, it looked as if we had walked into the maw of a massive creature slowly making our way down its throat.

We only made it about a few hundred meters before realising that the calm night was turning into a winter storm. We all agreed to go back to the car and would start making our way home before it got any worse. By the time we made it back to the car, the trees were swinging wildly in the wind and the snow made it hard to see the next couple of feet in front of us.

Once we made it to the car we started to drive back to the closest town so as to stay at a friend's place to wait out the storm. While driving, the weather continued getting worse until the snow had practically blinded us while going around a notable “halfway there” turn, we found out that our estimate of how far to turn the car wasn’t enough and felt the car's momentum stall and slide sideways into the ditch. After a short period of us hurling claims of backseat driving and general frustrations, we ended up staying in the ditch for around 5 hours before being rescued by local police and driven the rest of the way into town. During our time in the ditch, I talked about how I felt while walking in the woods, we all agreed with the feeling of knowing we shouldn't be there and none of us spoke up until now. Only after that did our friend in the driver's seat, and the only one familiar with these particular back roads inform us that we were in fact walking through Lobb’s Bush.

Fast forward some time to I believe my second semester reading week, I’m back home with my friends and back to our same old acts. After a particularly good night of catching up, we decided to go revisit Lobb’s Bush as none of us had been there since getting caught in the ditch, and the weather was already warm this month with far less snow. I remember feeling almost excited to go back, rather than dark impenetrable clouds and snow, tonight the moon was out and barely needed flashlights to see where we were going. We parked the car in the same spot, and grabbed all necessary smoking apparatus’ and a pack of smokes for the driver and me to share (as of course neither time are we dumb enough to get our designated driver high).

As we started walking into the trail, I started realising landmarks that I had missed from my first time there. With the moonlight making everything more visible, I walked through the same threshold as before and was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t feel like I was watched or unwelcome to walk through. After a point, I had almost forgotten that I was in the infamous woods and was enjoying a late-night walk through the forest laughing with my friends.

After walking further down the trail, we finally came to an opening. On the right side of the trail, the trees had parted out to showcase the edge of a field, nicely lit by the moonlight. On the left side, the bush clears out so there is a lovely section of grass and light foliage parting to show a small stream cutting through. It looked like a naturally made auditorium with the stream cutting through like a main walkway, sparse trees so plenty of seating for an audience, and the trees opening and leading down to the farmer's field as the stage. In all honesty, I had completely forgotten we were there to smoke and was just enamoured with how pretty it was. As we found a spot to stop and ready our lights to smoke, one friend had the bright idea to exclaim “Yo, I forgot I’ve got a Roman candle!” as we all turned to look they had already gotten their lighter out and was proceeding to light the candle. (Again we were late teens, we were idiots) She proceeds to point the candle towards the big clearing to the field, every once and a while moving it around so it is not all shooting in the same spot. Going higher and higher into the air, she finally points it in the opposite direction towards the wood. With surprising accuracy, none of the shots actually hit anything before going out until one finally hits a tree near the stream and spirals into the woods where we can't see it.

Within no more than a second’s time, this blood-curdling scream comes from the exact place the Roman candle bounced into the woods beyond our view. We all completely froze, unsure of what to make of it as the scream continued on for a worrisome amount of time. I can only describe it as a cross between a deeper version of a Howler Monkey’s roar and an ear-ringing whine like an Elk’s Bugle going higher in pitch as it kept screaming. I remember my ears vibrating from how loud it was, I wanted to cover them but we were all frozen in place from it.

Finally, one of us snapped into reality and yelled “Run!” and bolted off towards the farmer's field. We all in turn started running away from the ongoing scream from within the woods. As we were running, the scream finally stopped after about ten seconds of constant noise. There was no breath or change in the scream apart from pitch, it was able to yell at that volume for longer than I’ve heard any animal do.

Before we could even think, we heard a heavy rustling in the woods as whatever it was took a deep inhale to scream again. The inhale was just as terrifying, sounding like an Alligator’s Bellow mixed with a Hyena’s Laugh, I know both sounds I’m describing are from exhaling, but you could tell this was a guttural, full-chested and preparatory inhale before screaming again. Unlike the first scream that almost sounded reactionary, surprised by the Roman candle almost hitting it. This was clearly an angry roar, whatever it was, was really fucking big (with the lungs to prove it) and now moving towards us. It was even louder and what I could only assume was now pointed towards us.

Even though we were all heavy smokers at the time, we all ran as fast as we possibly could without looking back, absolutely terrified from the second continuous roar that was now gaining on us. After about 15 seconds, the scream stopped abruptly. It took us a second to realise the noise was gone, we turned around to see that we’d made it out of the woods and onto the field. We only looked back briefly to see we had put about 50-100 metres between us and the edge of the bush. Even before we could really think straight, we shakily agreed to make our way to the closest road to make our way back to the front of the bush to find where we parked. It was only once we got to the road (and caught our smoked-out breath) did one of us finally asked if we all heard and felt that. We all talked briefly but were too on edge to actually converse.

About twenty minutes later we finally made it back to the road and had the car in sight. We all started to calm down as we had some time to process and let the adrenaline wear off. We unlocked the car, all got into our respective seats with our bags (none of us had the time to take it off before the first scream happened). As the driver finally turned the car on and the headlights flooded the woods in front of us, the front passenger just screamed “Drive, drive, drive!” the driver without looking cranked the car into reverse and turned around to back out quickly and go down the backroad as fast as he could beside the bush.

The friend who screamed started to freak out all over again, I was sitting directly behind him with my hand on his shoulder from the back seat. As we tried to ask what was wrong, I was looking over my shoulder to look into the woods. I genuinely felt like time had slowed down as I looked over, with the same feeling of something watching me like my first time in the woods. As the trees passed by, I could clearly make out two fully open eyes reflecting back at me, I could clearly make out two full reflective circles. I was completely frozen and couldn’t look away, I couldn't tell if the eyes were locked on me or the whole vehicle, or even what light they were reflecting off of as we were driving beside the woods. They were clearly further back into the woods by a couple of meters so I couldn’t make out how tall it was, but I could very easily see they were attached to a head much larger and taller than a human.

I completely forgot about comforting the passenger in front of me and instead tried to turn and see it for longer through the back window as we kept driving but had completely lost the visual. I couldn’t even make a sound but my mind was racing, the longer I sat the longer I wondered how the hell it got to where I could see it after we had sped away from the parking spot. I don’t know how much *it* saw from the car, but I know it saw *me*, it saw all of us in those woods, I don’t know how to describe it other than that I was fully prey, and whatever it was was a predator that knows me now.

After driving for a while on our way back to a friend's farm, we were all able to speak about what had happened. We all heard the same noises, heard the rustling, heard the same far-too-long screams, and finally the other passenger and I both agreed on seeing the same wide eyes staring at us. Neither of us got a good look at what it was, but both agreed that it staring at us and was too big to make out. That passenger also made a comment that, even though it was a couple of metres into the woods when he saw it, it had to be much bigger than a human. After a couple of hours more conversing about it, we all finally felt comfortable driving back to our respective homes. Every couple of months when we’d see each other, we’d make certain to each other that we all saw the same thing, as we wanted to make sure none of us were truly losing it mentally.

I sat the events of this story for about a year, not really sure who to tell or who would believe any of us for that matter. Once I finally felt comfortable talking and researching things similar, I came to the personal conclusion that it might be something along the lines of a skinwalker and started looking further into stories about it. As there was so much talk of people having similar encounters or strange happenings in Lobb’s Bush, I really wanted to entertain and research any and all possibilities. On top of that, although raised somewhat Christian in school, it was never a dogma I really followed or was heavy into the idea of “other powers” until this happened. For me, if *this* was real and it happened to me, I couldn’t disprove anything and has vastly changed the way I look at any form of religion or spiritual beliefs.

Through friends and a few events, I know a fair number of indigenous groups and older members that I felt “believed” enough of the old ways to tell this story. All three elders essentially said the same thing, along the very blunt line of “Yep, that sounds like a Skinwalker” and a few shared similar encounters that other friends and family have had. Only within the last (I think two years) I talked to a few more people about it, and one friend finally recommended that I google what a skinwalker sounded like. I finally looked online and heard some very similar sounds that sent the same “it’s watching” chills down my spine and felt that, on top of everything else, was enough confirmation for me.

To this day, now have started my own spiritual path with respect to the lands (and especially now being on Turtle Island) that I walk on. In addition to the classic “don’t whistle or say its name at night”, I’ve made it very clear to my close friends who have all heard this story (and respectfully know me as the outdoorsy camping friend), that if I ever feel anything similar to being watched or that we shouldn’t be in these woods, to get the fuck out with me.

So this is my story of what I believe was my encounter with a skinwalker, I thought it would be good to share this on the sub. If you have any questions please let me know and I’ll answer them the best I can! I’ve also attached backup links and an additional interview link to someone's project on Lobb’s Bush made about ten years ago too (for context, that teacher was *also* named Lobb, it's about as common as the last name Smith where I’m from).

Links

Lobb’s Bush Interview

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y94Hls6G1zI

Howler Monkey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdnwLX5m3G8

Elk’s Bugle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmlN5W6CWs8

Alligator Bellow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Y1CQi_jJoE

Hyena’s Laugh

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQaSRKP8Dho

Hello,

A little back story for me to explain what I believe is a possible skinwalker encounter about a year and a half ago.

Im 27M and have lived in Utah my whole life. I used to be a part of the church until I was about 14 because I didn't believe and had questions that seemed to have answers that didn't make sense or had holes in them. The reason I say this is that I have known about skinwalkers and wendigos from an early age, being in Utah we all hear about them and about Skinwalker Ranch.

The whole native American stories just seemed to make sense to me, and I was told that speaking of Skinwalkers would put you a on a metaphorical list for them to hunt you or something of the sorts (hope it's not true)

Anyways as a 18 year old I started to date a girl who's family was Native American, I think she was part Shoshone. I can't remember. Well after a year or two of dating her I got to visit the Rez where her tribe was from in Pocatello ID. her grandfather was full-blood N.A. He was a top guy (chief or something like that I honestly can't remember). At dinner a few days in to the stay I asked him about Wendigos and Skinwalkers. The dinner table got very quiet real fast. He told me to not bring that subject up during dinner. Later that night he came to our room and told me about them, the history of them how they came about etc. He spoke of them in a serious yet cautious( like how a parent warns their child about something and tries to teach/explain of the dangers of something) idk the right word for it. after that night, I didn't speak of them, think about them, and tried to avoid conversations about them due to what her grand father had told me. Idk if he was trying to screw with me cause I'm your typical white guy or whatever idk but I totally believed the stories the history all of it. (here is the encounter)

A couple years down the road her and I split due to us falling apart, a couple of years after that I met my wife in 2019 we got married in March 2022 and found out we were pregnant in July of 2022 We were happy and nervous for our lives ahead of us. after about a week or so after finding out we decided to go camping seeing it may be one of the few times we had to ourselves before our kid came. So we went up to Affleck Park campground up by Salt Lake City in the Wasatch mountains. The campground was empty we didn't see any other tents or cars. We got all set up had dinner talked around the fire hung out. Well it was bed time we got in the tent talked some more both of us heard what we assumed was just rats or little animals walking around the bushes and trees we fell asleep after a while.While we slept I had this dream (or at least I think/hope it was)

this dream was that I was asleep in my tent with my wife at that same campground right where I was physically and there was rustling of bushes and trees and an ominous feeling of dread or fear in the air, There was SOMETHING circling our tent, looking at the tent, I could feel it want to be inside the tent with us. The next part I remember as if I was awake, watching it happen in real time, this dog/Wolf black as a bottomless pit with sharp yellow eyes stood over us while we slept, just watching us. Almost like an out-of-body experience. While this black dog/Wolf just stood over us while we slept, (in the dream) I was a awake having a feeling of this unknown beast was standing over us and watching us sleep i pretended to be asleep by keeping my eyes shut but I could feel it staring at me as if it knew I was faking being asleep The dog/Wolf just stood over my wife and I watching us the whole night while I pretend to be asleep in my dream when I woke the next morning, I remember peeking my eyes open checking to see if anything was there. Nothing. The tent zipper was all the was closed, I asked my wife if she had a weird dream last night she said she did, but didn't say much after that regarding dreams. After getting dressed that I packed us up in a hurry skipping breakfast and left.

A year and a half later I still remember the feeling of the dog/Wolf with its yellow eyes staring at me as if it knew my conscious self was aware of what was happening.

At work last week a co-worker brought up the subject of skinwalkers and wendigos, at the sound of the subject, those feelings of dread, fear and helplessness entered my body and I felt my hairs raise. Being a construction worker for a little over 5 years I wouldn't say I'm badass at all but I'm used to uncomfortable situations but i became scared looking for a way out I could just see those eyes as if they were in front of me.

Would this be considered a encounter? If not totally understand I just remember being taught that skinwalkers can enter ones mind through dreams.

So sorry for the long post I just have felt a need to get this out there, I live in a kinda rural part of Utah now I will get up in the middle of the night about once every week or 2 weeks or so and look out the window to check the field across from my 3rd story condo just look for anything not natural.am I crazy for letting a dream get to me or not?thanks

This just happened to me less than an hour ago from the time I’ve started writing this, at about 10:15ish pm, in eastern PA, Bucks county specifically if you know where that is.

This first part of my encounter all happened within a span of maybe 20 seconds. I was driving home after seeing my boyfriend. Don’t know if y’all care about this but fyi, I am a 19 year old female. I want to be completely honest so y’all know I’m not lying, I hit a dab cartridge once or twice right before this happened but I have a very high tolerance and NO history of weed-induced psychosis/hallucinations. I even doubted myself about what happened until I told my boyfriend when I got home.

This drive is about 45 minutes each way, and a drive I do often, like 3-4 times a week. I know these roads very well and I’m not easily spooked. I was about 15 minutes into my drive home. It was raining pretty heavily as I was coming down this one highway, and it’s pretty dark with only a few street lights here and there. I was pretty much alone on the streets for most of my drive home since it was late and raining. As I was going down this highway at like 60 mph, I suddenly saw this tall, deer-like figure in my headlights about 200 feet from me. I immediately started braking because, from a distance, I thought it was just your typical big buck standing in the middle of the road. Happens all the time in PA as we have no shortage of deer. But as I was approaching closer to this “deer”, I see that it’s freakishly tall and very slender. It almost looked like someone took an image of a deer and stretched it out vertically, honestly. I also notice that my headlights aren’t lighting this thing up, not even my brights. All I see of it is a bold, black silhouette, right there, in the middle of the road, unmoving. Because all I see is the silhouette, I can’t tell if it’s standing on 4 legs or 2, but the height and “stretched out” quality of its appearance has me thinking it was 2. I was struggling to brake fast enough to avoid this “deer” without spinning out on the wet roads, but I eventually slowed down, and as I get slower and closer to this thing, it starts going fuzzy. I squint. I turn my wipers on faster. It’s still fuzzy. As I came to a full stop, it suddenly just… disappeared. Completely vanished into thin air. So now I’m stopped in the middle of the road on this empty highway thinking I’m going insane because this roughly 12 foot tall figure that I KNOW I saw just isn’t there anymore?? It didn’t jump out of the way, it didn’t run, it just vanished. I shake off the spooks, and I hit the gas again, trying to convince myself that I’m going crazy because the alternative was too scary to think about.

A few minutes down the road I see something else. This time a lot smaller, closer to the size of your average deer. But it definitely wasn’t a deer or any animal that is widely accepted as real because it just suddenly showed up in front of my car. Like it wasn’t on the left side of the road at all until it was in front of my car, running across the road. I should have hit it. It was right in front of me. With the speed I was going there was no way that it would have made it across the street in time since it was MAYBE 5 feet from my car when it first appeared. I didn’t even get a chance to brace myself for impact with how close it was. But nothing happened. I didn’t hit anything. Not even a rock under my tire. At this point I’m convinced that I’ve gone certifiably insane. I check my rear view mirrors to see if there even was a deer, but it was too dark to tell. The rest of the way home I drove as slowly as I safely could, just in case I saw something again. Alas, I made it home without another incident.

I don’t know what exactly I saw. I don’t know why, if it was a Wendigo, it didn’t hurt me since everything I know about Wendigo points to them being malevolent beings. I’m just freaked out I guess and wanted to share my story. If anyone has a better identification for whatever this thing was let me know. For now, I think I’m gonna get myself a dash cam. Pennsylvania roads are fucking spooky.

Edit: I can’t stop thinking about this. I saw an actual deer on my way home from work today and was instantly paralyzed in fear. It felt like it was taunting me. I don’t know how to explain it. I could feel its eyes burning on my skin.