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2016-03-16 22:42:32 Post No. 17477136
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2016-03-16 22:42:32
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Okay /x/ , time for a story. This happened to me a few years ago and it still freaks me out when I'm home alone
>be me, 17 at the time
>live in the boonies (pic related, best I could do)
>surrounded by woods and trails of all sorts
>explored them tons of times, always felt like I was being watched / heard twigs snapping, leaves rustling, etc
>brushed it off as deer or small game
>home alone one night
>dog goes nuts outside
>turn on porch light to see what he's barking at
>human figure just out of reach of the dog, looks like it's studying him
>open door and ask what the hell he's doing
>turns around, lock eyes
>instantly felt myself lose color
>slam door shut (sliding glass door btw)
>hear it pounding on door as I run to the basement
>grab dad's shotgun and run back up to my room
> lock and blockade door til morning, clutching gun
>parents find me, obviously shaken
>ask what happened and if I'm okay
>explain what happened, research it and find a few things, skinwalkers and wendigos and such
>parents think it was just my imagination
To this day I don't stay home alone. I always lock the door before bed. The dog isn't left outside unattended. We haven't seen or heard it since but it's face is still fresh in my mind
