Real Horror Stories From The Internet

It is said that you are not supposed to say any names of the creatures of the woods. You are just inviting it to come to find you. You are not supposed to acknowledge it in any way or form. And I am not just saying it for the sake of saying it. My story took place in the backcountry of the area where I grew up - just a warning for you. My wendigo encounter story might be a little too frightening for some.   So this happened back in 2019. I still remember a massive uproar of unknown creatures roaming the forest, like bigfoot or sasquatch and ski walkers. But my story is not about them. My story is about probably one of the scariest things that I think I have ever heard. The Wendigo! A few months after one of my friends, Jason mentioned this big uproar, I went to go and see him since I had been away, enlisted in the United States Marines.   I got back after being discharged from the military, and one of the first things I did, was to go and see him. We were having a good time ta...

A few weeks ago, I went for an evening walk through the woods nearby. The woods are close to where I live. It is generally quiet and peaceful, and apart from the typical few teenagers drinking and doing other teenager stuff, it was quite a chill place to be out for an evening stroll on a summer day. I am very familiar with these woods. I used to come and visit here a lot as a child, so I know there is nothing dangerous here. There is hardly any risk of an animal attack. Actually, in this forest, there are no animals larger than foxes that roam them, so the next part of the story gets weird.  As I walked through the forest trail, the sun began to set. It was roughly around 8 pm, and I began walking out of the forest in the same way I came in. It was then that I started to hear a very ear-piercing scream. It was shrill. It sounded sort of like a woman screaming in anger. It was so loud that I couldn't move for a moment. I looked around and could see nobody, nothing at all. I know fox...

I still remember this one incident when my dad and I were out on a camping trip. We had found a dead camper in the Yellowstone National Park when I was 5 or 6.   We were walking casually, throwing stones into the lake. It was like every feel-good vacation movie you've ever seen. As we were chilling, we suddenly saw this guy slumped against a tree. At first, we didn't think much of it, but it was getting cold and dark, and my dad didn't want the guy to fall asleep in a forest and wake up unable to find his way back to his camp. You see, the forest always feels different at night. The best campers might lose their sense of direction. So my dad and I started walking towards him, but the closer we got, the worse it smelt, not like rotting flesh but like shit, literally like shit.   My dad told me to stay back, and he walked over to the guy and asked him if he was okay. The man gave no response. He stayed still - my dad asked again. But just like the first time, there was no res...

I was about eleven, and my sister was thirteen. We slept in the living room of a little caravan. We used to stay near Stranraer. There wasn’t much to do; the campsite had no amenities. I’d pass time playing with my sister, taking walks, or playing the SNES. It was 1998, so Castlevania and Donkey Kong Country weren’t nostalgic - they were just lame. I couldn’t wait to get home and back to the PC to get my Theme Hospital on. But mostly, I’d read. I had a collection of books about ghosts, UFOs, and cryptids. I’d pick them up at library sales or in charity shops. My favorites were the unexplained true stories, like the Dover Demon or the Gulf Breeze incident. There was a quarry on the other side of the site; sometimes at night, I’d pretend the two red lights were the eyes of the Mothman, who’d swoop down to terrorize my family. What I’m getting at here is, I was a kid and had an active imagination, but I never believed anything spooky would happen to me. that if something extraordinary hap...

As far as I remember, this happened in the summer of 2004. I was on a camping trip alone in a valley that was a little familiar to me. There was no cell service around. I stayed up till very late on a trail and ran into a local guy as it got dark. He showed me the direction to a local camping spot close to the road and also the river but camouflaged. That sounded interesting. So I went there and set up camp. With me, I carried a kit to set up a campfire. So I lit the fire, drank beer, and listened to my friend’s comedy podcast. I was loud and visible. Because it was dark already, I decided to sleep in the back of my truck, under my topper, next to all of my gear as opposed to setting up my tent. The next morning, I made a fire, cracked a beer, and started making breakfast for myself. That is when I notice a man at the edge of my camp. He comes closer but never looks directly at me. This guy looks like a homeless person. He had a long ratty beard and had at least a hundred plastic groce...

So it was back in 2009 when I had gone camping with my girlfriend. It was in the woods of Montana. As far as I remember, I had carried a map with me. But for some reason, we were too overconfident. So we never referred to it and ultimately got lost. We did know the direction we came from, so we did not panic. Plus, the place that we had reached was pretty. It was at the end of a clearing and overlooked a small cliff. We could see the top of the trees that spread endlessly. My girlfriend suggested we stay the night there. And so I obliged. We set up the camp and lit the campfire. We ate, chilled, and had some fun time until we decided to call it a day. The moon was out and the weather chilly. My girlfriend snuggled inside the tent and reminded me to put out the fire. As I rolled my eyes and walked outside the tent, I heard some noise around the tree line. It was the sound of some twigs snapping. I ignored it at first assuming it was coming from the fireplace. But as I was about to pour ...

To be clear, I am not a part of the forestry department. But I just happen to have a story related to it. So my cousin is with the forest service around the Montana or Wyoming area, and I decided to go up there with her, to literally test the waters. She does hydrology and has to ride out to the middle of nowhere to test streams and snow runoff to make sure that there are no contaminants. So I thought that that sounded fun, and wanted to do a bit of a tour with her. We were going to have to camp out there for 2 nights, so we packed up all our gear in our saddlebags, and started out.   The first day and night were amazing. There was beautiful scenery everywhere, and amazing air quality. It was so refreshing that I cannot explain it. It really is so peaceful out there. I love that area and wish I could go up there more often. Anyway, we started out on the second day and my cousin said, "You want to see something weird?" Of course, I said yes, so she led me on a bit of a side jo...