After a long time of lurking, I have decided to finally create that account because for the first time, I have something to contribute!
I will try to make this short: When I was 19, a few friends and myself went camping on a family owned piece of land. What we didn't know was that
this piece of land was smack in the middle of a lot of bad mojo. In any direction from our camp, bad things had happened to people in the past.
Examples include a woman and her son having drowned in a canoe near our camp, there is a hunting cabin (picture a typical 50's style house only in the
middle of the woods, with electricity) where a shootout occurred in the 70's between the West Virginia State Police and several undesirables which
ended with a high fatality rate on both sides. Perhaps the most prominent, and prone to producing "bad things", was an UNMARKED SLAVE GRAVEYARD (I
will get the pictures of this place, don't have them at the moment) that is filled with graves of slaves who were killed building one of the TWO(2)
trail tunnels that run under the hills that are abundant in this part of the country. Sadly there are no pictures of these tunnels online, or I'd
provide a link. Our camp was roughly 200 yards from these train tunnels.
I digress, however, and need to get back on topic. We arrived just as the sun was going down, and had the fire going and set up before it was
completely dark. First thing the boys wanted to do was spotlight fish and try to spear them, like Bear Grylls does. The actual percentage of us
succeeding at this was very low, but we tried anyway for a few minutes. It wasn't until we noticed that every time we turned the spotlight off, we
would hear a distinct WHOOSH WHOOSH, which if you've heard people walking in the water, was a very distinct sound. Sounded EXACTLY like someone
walking through water at around shin height. When the light was off, the sound would occur. Turn the light on and the sound would immediately stop,
but you could see the ripples in the water where something had disturbed the waters surface. The worst part? It was headed from the far bank to our
side of the water. My cousin and I looked at each other, I could tell that he was afraid, and not wanting to ruin the mood, I covered and said it was
fish. We went back to the fire where the other 2 were sitting, not wanting to talk about it and scare the others. It was at this time that the
experience was escalated.
Sitting in the warm light of the fire cheered us up a bit, but we were still shaken, and to add to the stress, you could still hear the water
rhythmically swooshing in the darkness we had just come from. We had the spotlight, and occasionally would use it just to search the immediate area
for anything scary, but whatever it was just kept walking in that water, WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH.
It was when we started hearing what we thought were hunters walking through the woods talking that fear really started to take hold. Remember, at this
point, only my cousin and I know anything weird is going on. The other 2 have heard the water whooshing and made small comments, like the fish sure
are wound up, or something like that. When we started hear indistinct murmuring, things took a slightly more dangerous turn. We hoped that it was
just people walking through on their hunt, that there was a rational explanation. We were all getting more than a little freaked out at this point,
and when we told the 2 about what we had witnessed happening in the water, everyone was ready to go.
Thank you for everyone who has stayed with me so far, I'm getting to the relevant parts, I promise.
At this point we had enough, and were ready to go. A STRONG gust of wind came in just as we decided to do this, which was out of place as we were in
a valley, beside a hill and hadn't had any strong winds up to that point. The wind blew on the fire and almost blew it out, dropping the light radius
down to just a few feet from the firepit. One girl screamed, us suddenly being plunged into darkness was too much for her, and as I turned to run to
fire up the ATV that we brought down, I saw it.
This was the moment in my life, the first of its kind, that stopped me dead in my tracks and made me a full believer. Leaning, yes LEANING with one
hand rested on the front grill, was a full sized (I am 6'6", it was at least a foot taller than me and seemed to shrink and grow like a shadow)
shadowman. It was DARKER than the pitch black night behind it, and seemed to emanate darkness, like how heat waves coming off of a fire distort the
air above it. It had a hat on, but it looked like more of a stetson, or a cowboy hat, not a fedora although I could be mistaken. There were NO red
eyes, and I could not make out any details of a face other than it was DARK, like looking into a well, and had no feet. They just sort of ended at the
As I was the first to see it, I was stunned. Rooted to the ground in fear, as wave after wave (I could feel this, intense emotional episodes of fear
and revulsion that washed over me and others, but would go away just as quickly, like waves on a beach) over me. The others caught up to me at this
point in their hustle to leave, and 3 other people saw exactly what I was seeing. The girl let out a LOUD piercing scream. People for miles around who
could hear it probably thought something much different was going on in the woods that night. As she let out this scream, the figure suddenly stood
upright, like it straightened its back, and like the Flash took off in a blur back towards the train tunnels
As we jumped on the ATV, which had worked JUST FINE coming down, it was very hard to start, the battery was not charged enough to start it. This does
not happen, the battery was full and fine and should have had no trouble. My mind immediately went to the shadowman leaning on the ATV, I am sure
that his contact with this battery is what drained it. Luckily, this ATV was manual, so we were able to roll-start it to get it going and get home.
Now this story has stuck with me forever, but was solidified when an incident happened to my uncle.I will be brief.
My uncle was in the woods hunting with his dog at night, roughly 1 year later. He was up on top of the hill we had camped at the base of, and the dog
had gone up above him on top of a rock face ledge. While up there, the dog was sniffing around and knocked a large rock off the ledge that fell and
hit my uncle in his head/neck area. This (temporarily, thanks to surgery) paralyzed the entire right side of my uncles body. He had fallen to the
ground and only had one good arm/leg with which to pull himself around, and then only very weakly. After I had told this story and it had made its
rounds both in my family and the limited online submissions, my uncle (who somehow drove himself out of the woods that night, after turning around a
heavy ATV with only limited function) sent my mother a very mind-shattering text message. This man is NOT one to lie. He has lived an honest life as a
hard worker, and as a result retired a millionaire after working his entire life, so if he says something to you, you can believe that it is the
truth. I have NEVER seen this man lie, and I know from experiences with my cousins and family that he abhors lying. His text said, "I've never told
anybody this, but the man in the hat the kids saw that night helped me turn my ATV around and got me on it. Saved my life."
edit on 10-10-2014 by Ensinger23 because: small corrections