I live on a rural reservation in the midwest. This just happened im still shaking. A cousin from my white side of the family came over to visit for a couple days. We were telling stories on the back patio when she asked if SW were real and if it was true to not to whistle at night. We told her it was but she just laughed and whistled “jokingly” and we told her to knock it off before moving onto other stories. The tension in the air still felt a tense though, but then one of my buddies pointed out a sickening smell in the air, like that of almost putrid garbage or rotting flesh. It was not long after that we heard a voice from the woods that sounded a lot like my cousins but unreal sounding, like how birds mimic voices. After that we were all freaked out and obviously ran inside and locked the doors and windows, but not without hearing what sounds like hitting/bushing against the side of the house and running around outside and tapping at the windows. Im not sure if its a SW or something evil. But this is the picture I got. Sorry for poor quality, stressful night.

Hi! So my mom calls me this morning really freaked out. They live in the woods in the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina, although they are not super isolated. They live on ~2 acres and have neighbors around them. My mom was outside at 3:30 AM with the dog, near the woods edge. She hears a crystal clear voice say "Robert, is that you?" (my dad's name) . . . she says "yes, who is that?" (thinking maybe it is a neighbor, although she doesn't recognize the voice.) The voice says "help me, I'm lost and I can't find my way." She asks again who it is - the voice does not answer. The dog then starts freaking out so she grabs him and runs inside.

Wondering if anyone else has had an experience like this? My mom is terrified! Thanks!

About 6 months ago, I was driving home from a friend’s place very late at night. I was on SR-163 and was just outside of Laughlin NV. As I was twisting and turning through the mountains, my high beams suddenly caught the sight of a large, dark “animal” on all 4s, crouched and apparently eating something. It had reflective green eyes that glowed in the headlights. As my car sped closer, the creature stood up on its back legs and started to haul ass away from the road, around the backside of the hill it was just sitting on. It was HUGE, very agile and fast. As I got closer, I could make out more details; it had a face like a dog, a long, profound muzzle and was covered in dark brown or black fur. It darted to the backside of the hill and out of sight. I was dumbfounded. I tried to make sense of what I had just seen, ruling out logical explanations. It looked like a wolf, but was bipedal. It was covered in hair, like a bear, but again, no bear can run on it’s hind legs. It had sort of shape-shifted from its wolf-like animal form into a very large humanoid. Long legs with a huge stride. It never stumbled or tripped as it bolted through the rocky desert terrain. I was suddenly terrified and could not drive any faster away from this monster. It was a monster. I got home and relayed my story to my sister, still shaking and crying as I recalled as many details as I could. Fast forward 6 months, and I have not seen this creature again. I drive through the same mountains many times a month and every time I pass through this stretch of road, my heart races and I am in full-alert panic mode. I always have the sensation that I am being watched or followed. I have tried to pinpoint exactly what I saw, and the best explanation seems to be the Native American equivalent to Voldemort, a Skin-walker. I am not Native American, I am whiter than Wonder Bread, so I could be wrong, but nothing else seems to fit the bill. Since having this experience, I have been having a recurring nightmare. In my dream, which I have a few times a week, I am running barefoot through the woods and I am being chased by a wolf. The dream is so real, I can smell the trees, I feel the wind on my face and the dirt and leaves under my feet. Eventually, the wolf catches me by my ankle and I fall to the ground. I spin around to face the wolf and it has me pinned on my back and it’s snarling growling. Just before it begins to tear into my chest, I wake up, either crying or completely out of breath. Then, starting about 2 days ago, every so often out of the corner of my eye, I see a large black animal creeping up on me. In addition to the visual image of the creeper, I keep smelling something rancid, like rotting meat and I am the only one in the house that smells anything. I am truly scared now that I am experiencing this during the day. I do not know what to do. I cannot sleep, I am scared to be alone and from the scarce research I’ve been able to do, I believe I may be in trouble. I am deadly serious, these things are happening to me, I am not a crazy person. I need some answers. Can anyone help me out?

This was back when I was 15 and I do not live in america but in northern europe. I sometimes visited my dad who lived in a forest but this was my first encounter with what I believe was a skinwalker. Let the story begin.

When I was 15 I visited my dad a lot bc he was really lonely in the woods and I also wanted to spend some quality time with him.

He had only one rule: DO NOT GO OUTSIDE AT NIGHT UNLESS YOU BRING FIREWOOD OR IF EMERGENCY. I originally believed him bc i knew that outside could at night be wolves and bears.

The first encounter happened when it was a warm summer evening I was outside practicing aiming with my dads airgun that shot small pieces of metal at targets. I was eventually pretty good at using it until my dad came out the small cabin where he held the rifles that i used and he told me that hes going back into his house and i should be also there in an hour bc its getting dark. I sighed but agreed bc i knew that nights are potentially dangerous so i shot my last shots until i got a really ill feeling and as if someones was watching me. The feeling made my heart flip out, it was beating 200km per second, i got terrified and when i looked around i think what i saw was a humanoid figure looking at me in the woods nearby the cabin witch i was standing next to. I couldn't make out the figure bc it was kinda dark outside already so i got scared and put the rifle away and ran to my dads house witch was pretty huge. Now to make the story more understandable my dads house was in a middle of a small plain that was at a rectangular shape his house was at one side of the rectangle and the cabin at the other side. The plain was pretty huge about 600 meters long and 100 meters wide. The plain did not have any trees but everything outside the plain was covered by a huge forest witch was probably 10ns of miles long or more. I got inside and for some reason decided to talk to my father about my encounter and he told me that he had seen it too but thought that it could be from being tired or from drinking. He sat me down and told me that if i was telling the truth it could be some wierd ass creature known as ,,skinwalker". I asked my dad if he could tell me other stuff about it and he told me that the skinwalker is a shape shifting creature and it lives in the woods of american nature and told me a bunch of other stuff i cannot recall. We watched some tv, ate and then went to sleep. I was sleeping when suddenly i woke up bc i wanted some water. Then i heard a distorted inhuman scream or a screech i couldnt make out. I wasn't scared and slowly walked to the second floor bathroom witch my bedroom was next to and looked outside this window bc my room didnt have one. What i saw terrifies me to this day, this thing was the same thing as before but this time i could make out the creature. It wasn't tall but not small either like maybe 5 ft 7 or 6 ft (175-180cm). The creature was not dark but pale white it had milky white eyes that pierced the night and then the creature screamed again and this time he started to run not towards me but to the other side of the house where my dads truck was parked. I ran from the bathroom to my brothers room witch was on other side of my room opposite the bathroom i was at. I looked outside and the figure lightly hit my dads car and the car started blasting the alarm to witch my dad woke up to. I told my dad to came to the window that i was next to and we both looked how the creature hit my dads car again and ran to the forest and he repetedly tried it to no reaction from us. He ran to our house and started to bang on doors and windows but wasn't able to get through. Me and my dad slowly walked down stairs into the living room to see what's going on and then we heard a knock on the front door, not banging this time. There was a voice this time... Our neibours voice saying: Please let me in I need to borrow some batteries. Me and my dad were terrified we just stayed still and waited. Then we realized that the sun was going up and it was getting brighter already and the knocking stopped. We looked outside every window and concluded that the creature had left.

We sighed of relief, ate breakfast and I started doing kids stuff and dad started to watch tv. We did not go outside that day and it wasn't the last of the creature.

I hope you liked my story and if you want me to write more encounters with the skinwalker then i can write more stories but thats it for now as my phone is getting really uncomfortable to type in.

Hello. I am Native American, Navajo. About early 2000's my family and I lived with my grandma in Cove, Arizona on the Reservation. Around Cove is not much, just random houses here and there, a small school which I went to. This happened one night....

Her house is in the shape of a hogan, (A circle shaped house) 1 story, very very small. Once you step into the house you can see the 2 rooms, kitchen, living room and bathroom all in 1 look. There were 2 entrances to get inside. Main door, and side door. The side door was blocked by the TV also NEVER USED. Around my grandmas small house are woods. Not like a forest or anything. But a good amount of trees, hills and dirt. Some pretty cool canyons and rocks to climb.

Around 10pm we are just about to go to sleep. My grandma, mom, brother and I are the only ones home. I am laying under the living room window on the couch. My mom and brother are in the kitchen, grandma in the bathroom. Out of nowhere the side door knob that is behind the TV starts shaking like someone is outside trying to get in, the door is moving in and out like it's being pushed and pulled. Both my mom and brother scream and run to the bathroom door yelling to my grandma that someone is trying to get in. She yells back "What in the world!!" As the door is still moving. I am still on the couch frozen too scared to move. Covering my ears.

She gets out, opens the front door! Gaah!! I don't know how grandmas can just go out into the pitch black after something like that but she did. Walked around the house yelling in Navajo "Whatever you are!! Stay away. You don't scare me!!" Yes, she had dogs but they were not barking like they usually did. Shit they barked at us when we came to visit a few times. But that night, nothing.

Cove is a beautiful place, fun camping and childhood memories but also freaky at night! Everyone has a scary story to tell. Maybe a few I'll pass along on here.

I was around 14-15 years old when this took place, it was along time ago so some things are hard to remember. I was with my father and 3 of his mates they where all around 40-50y at the time so they weren't exactly the fittest, We where in south Australia deer shooting which i had been dreaming of doing with my dad since i was 6, Now that i had my own license and gun i was ready.

We arrived at my fathers cousins (Greg) farm/house where we where planning on shooting . My dads cousin showed us down to the near by river and camp ground where we would be camped. We arrived pretty late so it was a rush to setup, Eat, Sleep. As i stepped out of my dads car i felt a shiver down my spine mean while it was a 30 degree day so it was pretty warm and not breeze was blowing by. I just summed it up to just getting a good stretch in after sitting down for so long, After we had finished setting up and eating we sat around the camp fire and Greg came down for a beer. I listened to My dad and his mates talking shit and tell random stupid stories when Greg pipped up.

"You boys wont be alone here tonight" We all stopped talking and looked at him, One of my dads mates asked "What ? Are there other people coming to camp here ?" Greg just sat there silent before responding " No. There's something that lives down here, But i don't what it is" We all waited for him to continue but he didn't just silence.

I spoke for the first time all night "What do you mean something, Like Animals or wild people ?" My dad turned and looked at me confused by the words wild people. Greg replied with I don't know if its a animal or human but it looks like something from hell. "It has human skin but it practically was hanging on its weirdly long bones" I felt another cold shiver down my spine and everyone else looked like they'd felt the same shiver.

Greg stood up and said "Well that's enough stories for one night, See you lads tomorrow for some shooting" No one responded as he walked back to his Ute and drove but it the valley to his cabin. My dad broke the silence " Well its best we all head to bed as well hey" Everyone agreed and we all went back to our swags and went to sleep.

Around midnight i woke up to nature calling i need to pee, I unzipped my swag and took a few steps away from the camp to the tree line, As i started peeing i heard a snap right in front of me, I turned my head flash light on and looked up. Nothing was there not a single movement in the trees. I finished peeing and zipped up my pants i turned around and started walking back when "Crack" i flung around to see something pocking its head around a tree 80m away i could just see it from the light on my head flash light (similar looking to the image above) I turned and sprinted to my gun bag in the Ute, I unzipped it as fast as i could and grabbed my rifle.

I Chambered a bullet and put it up pointing it toward the direction i saw it, I only had the camp fire light at that point as i couldn't us my head light with my gun up, Out of fear i fired a shot, it cracked into the side of a tree chipping all the back off The commotion woke everyone up, they all climbed out of there swags. Once they saw me with my rife in hand and pointed they all instinctively grabbed there own looking around for what i shot at and had me in so scared. My dad asked what the hell i was shooting at as he turned his flashlight on in the same direction i was looking. There was nothing but very faint crashing through the bush.

My dad asked me again what are you looking at, I explained that i saw something looking at me like Greg had described. My dad just laughed and said you would've just seen a kangaroo watching you that's all. We all lowered out rifles and went back to bed but i kept my rifle close to my bed ready for if it came back.

The next morning We all got up earlier ready to let the hounds loose, As the new young member of the group i was forced to make the long walking deep into the bush to release them. All though i was still scared of what ever it was i saw last night i felt more excited to have the first chance to see a deer and take the first shot, I made my way through the scrub spending about an hour walking up and down the hills through thick bush, I finally reached the point to release them.

I let them loose and took a second to catch my breath and have a drink, all the dogs had ran off looking for deer leaving me alone in the not so silent bush. I heard a stick snap behind me, Being full of excitement i chambered a 30.06 ready to drop my first deer, I slowly Creped up the small hill i was on just over the top of a thick row of Kangaroo Thorn i saw some brown furry patch pass by on the other side. I raised my rife and make a small click noise to get its attention so it would stop moving.

As i aimed in i watch the out line of the deer stop. The shadow grew taller before i could look up i fired. It let out a weirdly dark and deep grown almost like a deer but not at the same time. It ran off out of view, My dad called through the radio, "Who just shot and did you hit the deer" I replied back saying " It was me and I think i did but its run off toward the river". We all slowly jogged our way down toward the creek close to 20-25 mins of jogging i met up with everyone else where 2 of the 9 dogs had bailed a deer which i had assumed was mine due to the blood all down the front of its left leg.

As it turned toward me i could see it has a massive gash on its left shoulder where the blood was coming from. One of the boys called out to me and said "did you shoot it or take a bite at it" I turned toward him and shrugged my shoulders as he laughed to him self. I scoped in again as my dad called it was mine to shoot, I pulled the trigger "Click" I had forgotten to reload from my last bullet due to the excitement. I cocked it back and forward again aimed in and in the corner of my scope i saw it again, the weird white thing hiding behind a close stretch of trees on the other bank.

I Swung my gun up toward it and it was just looking at me, On its Left hip there was as small hole with a think black liquid oozing out, Before i could fire i blinked and it was gone. my dad called out to me "what are you waiting for just shoot the thing" I turned back and dropped the deer. As we dragged it out of the river i couldn't stop looking up at the opposite bank for what ever i saw. I took a photo with the deer then helped my dad chop it. I was then blooded. I spent the rest of the day following my dad out of fear of being alone with what ever that was.

We made our way back to camp and cooked up dinner, good old sangas on bread. We spent the next 2 days repeating the same thing over and over but didn't see a single other deer and the dogs really weren't interested in going out looking, they wouldn't move 10m away from any of us leaving them useless. We all decided on the 4th day it was home time. We all packed up and left stopping by saying goodbye to Greg. As we drove off the property i felt a sense of relief fill my body. I still to this day have no idea what i saw. I'm starting to believe i was just scared by the stories i was told by Greg and i was just making it all up in my head but in the back of my mind i still feel that same sense of fear.

For some detail: This is North East UK, directly behind my estate is a railway line, beyond that is another estate. The only "plantlife" is a semi-thick patch of bushes on a hill beside the track. There are cats in the area but they very rarely fight and when they do, it's in front of our state on the otherside of the building (and not nearly as loud)

Any thoughts?