Very very very very very spooped /k/. Here's what happened
>going away for Christmas
>post early Christmas dinner with in-laws
>washing the dishes in front of window overlooking backyard
>what's that standing in front of my fucking shed?
>shit I'm being robbed
>to arms men!
>men meaning me
>grab flashlight and first thing at my disposal: wall-mounted crossbow
>run out ignoring wife's whines of disaproval
>get to shed
Holy fucking fuck
>extremely skinny, pale body
>FUCKING BLOOD RED EYES
>voice my it's level of spoopieness through a disgusted yell
>it fucking lets out the worst scream I've ever heard in my life
>starts to run off
>I shoot, miss
>fucking shitty-ass scope
What the fuck do I do now? I haven't told my wife what happened and I don't plan on it. The last thing I want to do is worry her.
Open this thread in /x/. It's either some crackwhore on pcp or a skinwalker/paranormal thing. Post link to new thread. Some of the xfags will actually be helpful, surprisingly. DO NOT follow the fucking thing into the woods.
/k/ /x/ hybrid dude here. what ya gotta do is cover your ammunition in white ash, maybe you have some in your fireplace. Then what ya gotta do is watch for a smelly copper smell, that smell isindicatur of a paranormal threat. Next what ya gotta watch out for is dead silence outside (if you decide to do a patrol of sorts). Bearing all this in mind, you just sit tight, call in reinforcements and keep a watch out. Those bastards can't come in less you invite em in. Got it?
Did anyone else see it? If something unbelievable happens, the honest thing to do is question your own sanity. Did what you see have any deeper symbolism to you? Have you seen it before? Did someone else see it? That's kind of an important one.
Stay calm. Don't fucking shoot at things.
Yup, you gotta gather your pitchfork bearing brothers. You get fire based torches (they hate fire, its how we survived cavemen status of getting hunted all those years.) Ya either zerg rush them with entire town or you gotta take your most trusted cohort, preferably seven men, because its a lucky number and its good firepower. You gotta keep an eye on your own group too, sometimes the weaker ones get caught and replaced by lookalikes. You gotta make sure your numbers are good, the only way they can infiltrate your home is by replacing a member of your group.
In the middle of a disagreement with the wife about my funs at the moment, therefor, my 30-06, Auto 5, AR-15, and Glock are with my brother. I'm stuck with my xbow and my knife at the momento
If you are weak headed, don't question your sanity, you might lose it, and then you'll be innnawoods dead, you'll get captivated and end up at one of those seance places. You gotta watch out for that. Are you out west? Are you inna east? If you are near by older tribal areas this is a fact that you need to consider. The bastards hate civilization, they don't like you treading on their ground. If you're close to the woods, then you gotta watch out for these things.
>Refer to: >>24002262
>Theres alot of stories there that can be freaky >to read, but you can learn from em. Sorry for >the armchair historian mode during your time >of need. Arm the fuck up!
Okay, I got family up there too, nearby lake bonaparte, go up there every year for epic drinking in the middle of nowhere. There is a good chance you are dealing with Iroquois type shit. Keep an eye out for what's called the Wendigo. Those skinwalkin bastards offer no solace. Avoid them at all costs, they are less forgiving than their counterparts out west.
This is very /k/ related, its a defense plan, you gotta treat it as if you were in a tacticool mindset, forget that shit about it being some Evil Dead shit. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. You got this.
Not entirely. You're just going to have to hold out. Block your doors and move around the house with your wife. Continuously check windows. Don't go to bed. Constantly respond to us so we know your status, and if things get too bad, drive out of there.
Cool story, bro. I believe you 0.0001%
Let's say you aren't an /x/tard and you're telling the truth.
1) Put the hunting crossbow away
2) Get a fucking gun like a real man
3) Get a flashlight
4) Go hunt that fucker down
You're asking 4chan for advice while there's a threat out there? I'll slap your shit
These days shooting and firing and other variations of chucking shit downrange are interchangeable. There are many terms that are interchangeable, especially nowadays with grammar and terminology becoming more lax.
O fuck that's a scary thought. All I got is a tractor, duck decoys in a duffel bag and some old tools.
I joked to myself that it's one mission is to scare whatever is in any building it passes, so it mistook the shed for a house. Then I realized that for whatever reason that creeped me out to a very far extent.
>get in the pool
DO WE KNOW IF SKINWALKERS CAN SWIM?
I hope your wife drew that because it's horrible. Tell that bitch to get back to the kitchen where she belongs
>The last thing I want to do is worry her
Exactly. She shouldn't worry about it, and neither should you. Skinwalkers aren't real. It was just a homeless kid, probably confused and freezing. You should go help him, and bring no weapons.
Do not leave your house, do not drive. Close your blinds and lock your doors. Do not invite it in and it may not be able to come in. Literally ignore it. You shouldn't have gone after it outside, that was a mistake.
Hahaha oh wow. Great job being your wife's bitch. Was the argument because you stopped letting her peg you? I hope you get killed by some fucking crackhead because your wife didn't know her place.
People get in accidents all the time. It'll jump into the road or appear on your hood and next thing you know you're the "local man involve in single vehicle fatal accident, police do not suspect that alcohol was involved."
This. East coast Wendigos are absolutely lethal and aggressive. Out west you may run across one in the distance and even if it spots you it might catch something in the wind and just move on.
About 4 years ago a Cherokee skinwalker killed several hikers down in Georgia.
Find something that gives you strength whether it be a false religion such as Christianity, the superbowl, nascar, human spirit or preferably the Indomitable Will of the Immortal God Emperor of Mankind - gird yourself with the armor of contempt and when that bastard tries getting in, you go out there with your finest war cry (again, something for the God Emperor works best) and slay it. Or you know, don't. Stay inside, watch tv, stay jumpy.
I'm on my computer now.
Basically this; there are things in this world that still haunt the corners of every man's mind. Skinwalkers have unfortunately become somewhat of a joke on here but the creatures that they are "based" off of still make appearances throughout the U.S and parts of the world (South America is big on them). These things will wander through your yard and look for food, fuck around and maybe eat your dog. Normally you'll never ever know that the very creatures that demonic legends were written about are in your yard. Normally they'll pass through with a cat or two. It fucked up, it made a noise, it did something and you noticed it. Then you fucked up. You went outside, you attacked it. Now it knows about you, now you know about it. It's worried and hopefully it doesn't decide to take you on your way to your car in the morning.
This is the advice you need to follow, do not deviate from this.
>Hear a noise? Fuck it, it's the wind.
>Something out of the corner of your eye? Ignore it.
>wife calls you from the other room while she's clearly in the bathroom? You're imagining it.
IGNORE THE FUCKING THING UNTIL IT'S SATISFIED THAT YOU ARE NOT A THREAT.
If you continue to threaten it, the thing might fucking kill you. I have literally shot at one and the fucking thing barely reacted.
Run around the woods armed and scream aaa nuu cheekie breekie v damke
Wild animal attacks when the animals are out of season, driver's losing control on straight roads, people going missing.
I'll say it like one of my good cop friends has always said it.
"A lot of people go missing, let's not be one of those people."
Just don't fuck with it.
I'll greentext one of my stories if you're curious.
Don't worry about it, I'm dead serious. Don't google it, don't learn more about it. Push this shit as far out of your mind as you can dude. If you ignore it tonight and tomorrow night and maybe a couple more nights then it'll just go away. It doesn't want to attract attention, it doesn't want to get shot at. It just wants to eat and then go back into the woods. Unless you want a "bear attack" in your fucking house you won't fuck with it.
It's had many names throughout history and before that it was probably drawn on the wall of a cave.
A mimic, a demon, Wendigo, skin walker, take your pick. Ever heard a story about three best friends that go camping and one of them for a strange reason turns on the others and they all are found dead? A skinwalker happened.
Be a little bitch and hope it decides to spare you and your wife and you never again attract its attention, I don't know what the odds are but it doesn't sound too good.
Wouldn't worry about it
I see you've met our friends over at /b/. Don't worry, just throw them a trap or a gf and they won't be back for a long time. And when they do come back, just give them a roll thread.
Otherwise, an shot or two does the trick
>be in georgia
>sitting on porch with Mosin + handgun
>no birds, etc
>lanky creature appears
>similar to your description
>skin reflects light in a way that makes it almost seem to glow
>shine light on it
>it stands up fully
>6 1/2 ft tall
>muzzle flash lights up the yard
>creature stumbles backwards
>I fire again
>strike it in the back
>it stumbles again
>shrieks the most unholy shriek I have ever heard
>I work the bolt one last time and just stand there
For the next two weeks we had chickens going missing and cats disappearing. The house had claw marks on the doors and we were constantly hearing "one another" calling for each other in the yard or in the house. We ignored it and left it alone and it eventually stopped bothering us. Other people in the area have had similar...issues.
Just leave it alone. If you see it again just walk away without turning your back on it.
It will fucking kill you.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.
Every "demon" or "ghost" or "wendigo" feeds off of one basic thing.
And also your cats.
It must be a pheromone or something that we emit that it is able to process into an actual energy source, just ignore it and pretend it isn't there. You'll be like a dried up river and it'll leave.
Get your guns back, the sense of security will help.
>don't shoot at it
It ran away when you shot it and wouldn't confront you because you hurt it. It follows the laws of physics - kinetic energy from the impact moved it, it was screaming from being shot.
Therefore, it's not unkillable.
It was trying to intimidate you afterwards as if it had come at you it could and would die.
I've been going innawoods all my life since I was a small child and never have I ever heard of any of this shit, not from any backwoods fucker, not from family, not from friends, not from old rednecks, until I started going on /k/. Also Wendigo was a Native legend and was a creature that mainly affected those who indulged in cannibalism.
You're all fucking retards.
>tfw no demons and monsters haunting your property, only coyotes trying to steal a few pebbles of dog food your dog didn't eat
>you'll never save people and hunt things
The worst part of all this in my mind has to me the mimicking. I'm levelheaded and not autistic, but I'm not sure if I could handle standing next to my wife and hearing her voice call me from the back yard.
I'm sure you can fucking kill it, it's not a god and it's a real creature. It's an intelligent being that is far superior at hunting than you are. It won't come into your house to fall for a trap, it won't walk into your bear snatch. It will wait for you to walk into the house from your car, weary and tired one night.
Then it will kill you.
You will drive home one night and it will force you off the road and you will die. Or better yet, you'll simply fucking disappear and nobody will ever know what happened to you.
Like others have said. Ignore it. When I was out in NewMexico hunting I twice spoted a "man" in the distance walking towards no road and further in to the mountains. One of my friends finally commented' "hey there's a guy way out there". I just looked him in the eyes and snapped back at him, "no there's not" and never broke stride. When wemade camp I kept my speaking to a low tone and kept my eyes on the fire until bed.
I've never actually seen anything to make me believe these things are real but I'm just sitting here thinking how bad a trip could turn if you started reading innawoods threads while on drugs. I don't do drugs anymore but I am chuckling over the thought.
>some idiot eats some datura
>starts hearing his dead dad calling to him from the woods in the backyard
It's not that fun.
You start to see the real stories behind simple unsolved crimes. The reality of it is; most of these things will never be tracked down and killed and when you pursue them they will do their god damned best to kill you first. I've killed two "creatures" that I assume were the same species. Both I and my counterparts almost died each time.
During my encounter, also in Georgia.
>be me, innawoods at night, testing my courage.
>Young lad wanting to go out innawoods and investigate my primal fear of the dark.
>Go to a spot along the creek next to a favorite tree, left .22 at home, because I wanted to try something out.
>Hear something in the woods, probably a beaver. Lots of beavers making damns and stuff.
>SCREEATSTHC!!!! Resounded through the woods.
>Nope.jpg not a beaver.
>I hear it circling me, and I'm in the dark. I make my way quickly but quietly to a log crossing the stream. I come to a narrow opening in the woods, it's a long opening where sewer pipes run so they clear openings for them.
>I hear it in the middle of the opening only seeing the dark.
>Nope back to a place where there was an erosion wall, and started trying to excalibur a piece of rebar out of the ground.
>The thing screetches at me while I'm pulling it out, and by this time it's on my side of the creek.
>Retreat out of the woods like a bat out of hell hearing it follow me.
>It's an intelligent being that is far superior at hunting than you are
Yet it walked right into your sights in the open and froze up like a deer in headlights, didn't try any particularly evasive maneuvers and ended up getting shot 3 times - the most it could do was run away like a bitch and try to and scare you.
>Then it will kill you.
Didn't kill you did it? The most it did was was fuck with you over two weeks.
>save people and hunt things
>you'll never go on an amazing road trip with your brother to find your missing dad, fucking chicks and killing evil creatures all along the way
Why even live?
Alright tough guy, you head on out and try to kill the creature legends are made of. I connected with this thing three fucking times, shooting soft point 7.62x54r. I hit it in the chest twice and the back of the head once.
I don't know where the vitals on this thing are, I'm assuming it's a humanoid layout but there aren't exactly any skinwalker-biologists to help me out. The only reason I tried to kill it is because I was scared it was going to kill me first. I was lying covered with a blanket and covered with the de-scent bullshit.
>"local man involve in single vehicle fatal accident, police do not suspect that alcohol was involved."
That's how people commit suicide but still enable their family to collect life insurance.
I'm sure a 20mm can kick that creature to hell
Long story short with no details.
>mid east northern state
>cows going missing
>cow turns up slaughtered like a bear attacked
>middle of winter
>no bears known in this area
>creature's tracks lead to a tree
>we assume it's a mountain lion
>no cat prints but we'll go with it
>find a burrow
>pieces of cow everywhere
>legs and rib bones etc
>we raze the burrow with gasoline
>watch it burn
>later in the night we hear a twig snap
>some of the guys have NVG
>they see a creature like the ones in this thread
>we all magdump on it
>it drops flat and crawls behind rocks
>we move to encircle the rocks
>it leaps out from behind the rocks and tackles one of our guys
>starts ripping into him with gigantic claws
>literally slits his throat
>he jams his knife into it's belly
>we magdump on it again
>he applies pressure to his carotid artery
>I jam my hand into his wound and pinch his vein shut
>we try to carry him out
>he loses too much blood
>he fucking dies
Not really impressive, he just survived off the giant basket of oranges he had on his back. Seeing that he was out of oranges when you spotted him, I doubt he made it all the way across CO.
>went into the kitchen
>turned lights on
>saw reflection in the window
>gasped with the force of a thousand sons
>heart skipped a beat
>dropped to knee, fists up
"Fuck, I'm an idiot."
>make my rounds
>doors still locked
>going up the stairs to check on wifey
>hear doorknob rattle once
"Fuck, I'm not good at ignoring shit."