I would have stopped for the puppy. I feel like me and a few of my friends could take a deer-man monster in a fight if we had to. 

The. Fuck.

I thought about wendigos at some point, but I wasn’t sure how much I was just being influenced by the show Hannibal.

WENDIGO! Description is on point and in the right part of the country. Most scary of the indigenous monsters. 

Yeah, we talk about it every few years. We come to the same conclusion-why did we BOTH see it?

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Yeah, they aren’t cool. Trust me, that home was abusive in more ways than one. The real horror story is when my mother had a psychotic break and my alcoholic father decided instead of taking her to the hospital he needed to drink at the bar. He gave me a gun and told me to shoot her if she tried to kill me, then…

Oh I strongly disagree and I’ve been reading these obsessively for a decade (though I almost never comment). The gratuitous architectural detailing is what clues me in that this is not someone’s masturbatory creative writing exercise. The architectural minutiae tells me that something happened to someone that was so…

hahah thanks. yeah my mom and dad pretty much were characters straight out of a movie.

Question for all of us in the comments. Do you prefer:

I remember this one! Love the nostalgia trip from being a paper boy in the autumn and winter and darkness falls way too quickly to be able to finish the route. Thanks for the chills!

Your parents sound not cool. Not cool at all. If my kids every told me they saw shit like that, I would be all over it.

I remember this one from last year too! Still just as terrifying - probably won’t be sleeping tonight!

This is seriously the scariest story I have ever read in my life!

Movie producers, this is the one you want.

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

I could write off the first part as a night terror. But the second part? Nah, fam. Horrifying.

Your story gave me a very clear mental image of something shaggy and vaguely humanoid creeping backward on all fours, and that image is terrifying!

I rarely tell this story, because people just chalk it up to the weed and wine, but I was pretty clear-headed when it happened. What I saw may not qualify as a ghost, but it was something. Anyhow.

This happened when I was around seven and living in a small farm town outside of Chicago. Each night I’d go to bed and from the ceiling above me a little girl, in the shape of a shadow, would watch me. I recall she had this curly untamed hair and no facial features, but she definitely read as a little girl around my…