Creepy Forest/Dog running off/Scary tale?

Ugh the smiling man one has terrified me

Creepy pasta is a good site for woo stuff.

Mortis Media is very good, my personal favourite is Beyond Creepy. I think Beyond Creepy might be a Canadian storyteller, his stuff is from some real stories I believe.

There was a story I thought was creepy on a woo thread, I can't remember much detail, but a woman and her partner lived in a rental home and there was a small cupboard at the back of one of the rooms, I think they put coats or something in there. They moved out and went back, I think maybe a friend lived there sometime after and there was no cupboard, not covered up or filled in, just no sign of a cupboard ever being there and there was more about someone confirming no cupboard had ever been there - I'll try to find it ...

The one that really spooked me was where a woman remembered as a child playing in the garden and seeing a woman in the window waving at her. So she waved back.
Fast forward 30 years and the woman is back in her childhood home. She looks out of the window to see a child playing. She waves and the little girl waves back. Then she realises it’s her!

@thecatsthecats I don't think I'm brave enough for that 😧

It sounds very similar to a film that I watched.

[quote GoodbyeToCare]@thecatsthecats that's the one! Freaked me out the first time I read it and still gives me the heebiejeebies now![/quote]
If you're feeling brave, someone has done a film of that one on YouTube!

Oh I love this, I can't read it as I'm alone in the house atm but I'm just posting so I can easily come back later
scary stuff

A few of you have recommended sending these true horror stories to YouTube. I can personally recommend sending them to Mortis Media who is an excellent U.K. based narrator. He's narrated a couple of my spooky experiences working night shift at both an abandoned psychiatric complex and an abandoned care home and he did an excellent job.

@thecatsthecats that's the one! Freaked me out the first time I read it and still gives me the heebiejeebies now!

8 years ago I saw a UAP above my home. My family were visiting and saw it too. To this day we have never publicly spoken about it.

I live very remotely a couple of miles from the nearest neighbour, serviced only by a long unclassified road that goes on to connect with some farms and then eventually a main road. It is peaceful here and it feels safe at all times even at the dead of night.

In the middle of summer a few years ago I went out into the garden after supper. It was still full light and I looked up to the sky. Moving in a straight line towards the house was a large dark grey irregular shaped craft. As it passed over us we heard no sound at all. It was difficult to guess height or dimension, as there were little external features from which to identify it (I plane spot when aircraft are overhead so I am used to guessing and checking these things on Flightradar). Perhaps the best although uncoventional comparison is that it was about the size of a football field and about 6,000 - 8,000 feet above. One thing for sure - it was engineered, it had propulsion and it was deliberate. The most uncanny thing was the silence. Just gentle gliding silence. Not just the UAP, but also the countryside - the birds normally vocal in the evenings had just stopped. No blackbirds singing from the tree tops and the swallows had all gone to roost far too early.

It had been a hot day and as it was drawing to a close, some tall cumulus clouds were forming. The UAP was moving west and disappeared into a large cloud which restricted our view. We eventually went inside. About 20 minutes later I had to go outside again and walked down the garden and through a glade of trees toward the edge of my property. It overlooks undulating farm land and spread across the land ahead of me as if it had landed was a large shape - light grey semi-translucent some 300 - 500 metres away. It was a rhombus shape from the side about the size of a small factory or supermarket, just perhaps a bit taller in the centre. The strangest thing is that I could see partly through it with what appeared to be the sunset appearing through the patchwork of clouds visible within the UAP. There were also odd vertical and horizontal lines, fractured by light - as if cracks were letting light out from the sides.

I soaked this all in, but did not feel remotely scared. This sense of just having normal observation over something is my strongest memory. I had this sense that what I was looking at had a rational explanation, nothing to worry about just accept it and I would find an explanation. I turned to walk back to the house to get my phone. Then I had a sense the UAP was gone, so I turned and walked back to the edge of the garden. It was no longer there, but the land where it had been was unusually dark in colour even for that time in the evening.

I am a very early riser. The very next morning at around 4:30, I brewed a mug of tea and went out into the garden to enjoy first light. At the top edge of the garden is another cluster of small trees, a low hedge and a gap out into the fields. I walk up to trees to look at the view from that side. I say two heads silhouetted above the hedge line, so I ducked down. A few seconds later I gradually stood up but moved behind some cover to observe what these people were doing. They had not noticed me, and I saw three men dressed in dark gear walking across the field purposely away from the property, two were carrying a long flat case between them. There were tall metal poles stuck into the ground in a single line across the field and they were taking these down. In one spot was a large metal tripod, some mounds of earth and other gear laid out. There is no right of way, the field is miles from anywhere and it all the time I have lived here nobody ever appears in these fields that surround me. I then had a sense of dread and as I looked up the three men had turned round and were looking straight at me. They had hard faces and dark piercing eyes and I felt I needed to get back inside because there was something odd about them.

Later that day, I saw all that was left was the mound of earth. The farmer came later that week and pushed the earth back into the hole. To this day the area around that hole is always damp and a bit boggy despite being on a slope.

There's a story I can never seem to find these days from and American site that scared me shirtless.

Four teens were on their way back from a road trip, nearing their home town. They were in a pretty lively, joking mood, so very relaxed. The road they were travelling was long as straight, a beautiful starry night, and they were the only ones there. Way up ahead, they spot the lights of a car off the side of the road, with a figure moving in and out of the beam.

As they get closer, they see that it's a man, and are surprised when he walks right into the middle of the road as they approach. He's out of the light now, and is more like a shadow. There's something a little off about his posture, but none of them mentions it as they can't put their finger on it. The atmosphere in the car dampens down.

They're not totally naive, so they pull slightly past him and keep the engine running as they ask if he needs help. It's the passenger in the back nearest the figure who suddenly yells, "drive, just fucking drive". Feeling pretty jittery already, the driver does just that, asking what the hell was wrong.

The other kid is just staring out of the back of the car at the figure, who's still standing in the middle of the road. The driver looks in the rear mirror, and it's lucky the road is straight, because he can't take his eyes off it when the man gets down on all fours and starts running towards them. It should be funny, but it isn't.

He starts to punch the accelerator, but to their horror, the man is actually catching up. All three are screaming now, winding up the windows and freaking out, and the kid is doing 80, 90, then 100 miles an hour, but still the figure, now half in the dark, half lit by the red tail lights, seems to be making ground. Even though the windows are shut, they can hear the scuffling, scraping sounds of his hands and feet galloping over the tarmac.

Only when they reach the lights on the edge of town does the creature suddenly halt, sitting on its haunches like a dog, still looking like a man.

They drop their pace a little in the town, but not by much. It's a miracle they don't get stopped. The driver is supposed to drop them all back one by one, but no way is he getting stuck in the car alone. They drive to where the girl has a key to the automatic garage, and don't get out until the door is shut behind them.

Five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police-patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward, smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

I also remember a thread/post where a MNer worked/lived on a farm and the lambs and sheep were getting killed. The farmer assumed a dog and lay in wait for it with a gun. The sheep killer turned up and it was more some form of werewolf. Scared the farmer shitless.

It ran for several parts I think. Over the 1000 post Mark a few times.

I think the mill story was deleted.

Does someone have a link to the mill ghost story please?

Love this thread

The camping pod story.

[quote StormBaby]**@austrian* @HarryDavidj*

I was out walking with the ex husband, older kids and daughter in the pushchair. I had hold of our small dogs extendable lead. Walking in broad daylight through a small patch of ancient woodland that’s been left as a nature reserve. The dog rushed into the trees barking his head off so I started following in, gathering up the lead, and inside the bushes I come face to face with a man standing there. Start apologising about the dog, feel really embarrassed, go to turn away and realise that it’s not actually a man but a humanoid shape, so black and dark it’s actually an absence of light pretending to be a human. All the hairs on my body are standing on end. It’s literally two feet away from me, then it just vanished in front of my eyes. I came crashing out of the trees terrified, gathered everyone up and said we need to leave NOW. This was 20 years ago and I’ve never been back there.[/quote]
I remember many years ago as a 13 year old, I had my first boyfriend (who was 16) - I was at his house, and had to get home. The absolute bastard made me walk into town to get the bus by myself rather than come with me.

The route to town went through the town’s gardens - the main part is big and open and by the beach, but the park I had to walk through was a narrow path through loads of trees and almost no light.

As I was walking I saw the a man ahead of me - I could even tell you now exactly what he looked like and was wearing. He was just stood there and I was walking towards him - I was hoping he would start walking or do something but he just stayed completely still, looking in my direction.

I kept walking and as I got closer to him I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Then as I got to about a metre in front of him, thinking I was about to be murdered, I realised it wasn’t a person at all but light bouncing off a bush. My brain filled in all the details of a person, even down to his face and clothes, but there was nobody there.

Scared me to death though, and of course I dumped the boyfriend 😬

Yes, Jux rings a bell. Though I seem to remember her story was more of an urban setting than the campsite/field next to some woods one I remember. But I might be getting two stories confused....I thought Jux’s tale of a beast on two legs was outside a cemetary?

I think it was Jux who had the animal running after her and her dog. The one she recalls ran on hind legs.