>be me
>be 18
>live in the deep south
>our nearest neighbors are
a small family that lives down 2 seperate dirt roads that total about 9 miles
>we actually know them too, see the father in the woods hunting all the time when i'm out there as well with my dad and our dogs
>our house itself is two stories with a kennel and chicken coop out back
>the entire house only has the woods cleared back about a decent stones throw from any side of the house
>its surrounded by forest save a dirt road that winds not far from the front of the house so you still see forest in front if you from the porch
>at night if the big outdoor light is off then the porch light only illuminates a few meters out in an orangish haze as the bulb is old and never cleaned
>i live with my parents and 3 sisters and 2 dogs
>being outside at night where i live can be unsettling even when used to living there this long
>you hear shit out there on all sides at all hours of the night
>tonight i was putting food out in the kennel for the dogs
>its pretty cold out, dogs dont seem to mind
>they start into one of the bowls while start pouring dogfood into the other bowl
>i hear really loud thud come from behind the kennel a short distance away
>the dogs both sit straight up with their ears point up as well
>i jumped when i heard it spilling the dog food
>its not well lit back where the kennel is
>i see a woman with long dark hair wearing what i swear looked like a potato sack walk into the tree line
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Guys I just saw some really scary sruff in the woods tonight, what do?
You've peaked my interest, in a concerning original fashion.
>i see a woman with long dark hair wearing what i swear looked like a potato sack walk into the tree line
Thats nice
continue you black nigger
Good choice to post here instead of /x/
OP must satiate the thirst of this asian chink! Or is he a white redneck?
tell the ghost nigger to fuck off before you call the ghostbusters
Was the potato sack white or light grayish?
So OP is dead now, right? Tater tot banshee ate his soul out through his rectum?
Spooky hour times. Also shit like this is why I get spooked about living in the woods alone.
continue pl0x
>think about following her to see if she needs any help
>suddenly remember all the skinwalker stories ive read
>decide against it and keep my eyes glued on the tree line
>dogs eventually calm the fuck down
>they back away from the door and get to work on their food
>start walking back to the house
>as i leave the kennel i notice the temperature is significantly warmer
>the air also starts smelling kinda metallic
>ohfuckno.jpg
>start backing up towards my house while constantly scanning the treeline
>see the vague outline of potato sack bitch about 10 feet behind the tree line
>a good 100 feet away from where she walked into it
I mean she clearly wants her potatoes back dude, just give her the potatoes and nobody gets hurt
You can see a person behind a treeline at night from 100 feet away???
I smell bs
That's like 30 yards.
How fucking bad is your eyesight?
>dogs start barking again
>hear my father start to shout from inside the house, presumably at the dogs
>decide to just go hide in my room and not shit myself
>open door, walk into living room
>dad is standing in the middle of the room piss drunk, looks like he was drinking in bed with my mom upstairs again
>wait a minute
>ask him where mum is
>he ignores my question and shambles towards the back door
>stands in the doorway looking into the dark for a moment, then begins to venture out behind the kennel into the treeline
>her back is to me
>shes kinda jittering around but what shes doing cant really be described with one word
>its more like when you're about to fall asleep but are fighting to stay awake to keep watching a tv show and you keep waking up to a different image on the screen because you nodded off without realizing
>shes moving like that but im not tired in the least
>she keeps switching up her position behind the treeline by a couple of feet back and forth with her back still turned
>dogs are going batshit with their barking and howling
>can't remember when they started caterwauling
>or when a throbbing headache started
>or when my nose started bleeding
>am surprised when I bump into the front door with my back since I forgot I was backing up
>stumble inside and to the sink where I dry heave until my throat hurts
>dogs are still raising hell
not 100 feet away from me, 100 feet from where she first walked into the treeline.
>>the air also starts smelling kinda metallic
come on dude this is basically just saying "PAY NO ATTENTION I AM LARP-ING" at this point
That's what tips you off that the story is made up? Not the potato sack wearing forest ghost waifu?
Not going to lie is p shitty. I have z e r o night vision
OK, you got my attention. The question is, why haven't you killed or fucked her yet? Or better yet, both.
Oh my bad. Post a picture of potato sack thot if you can
Did you take that potato sack bitch photo OP?
nah, it's just blood/copper smell is the calling card of every faggot for the past 8 years who's ever sat down and went "watch out faggots, I'm gonna make my own ebin goatman/skinwalker creepypasta"
larp all you want just have the tact to leave that out
>dad hears me dry heaving and comes to ask whats wrong
>when i tell him what happened he just kinda goes quiet
>his face doesnt go pale or any of that shit, he just gets really terse and his eyes go kinda...flat?
>tells me I was probably just really tired and to take a couple of tylenol and to go to bed and forget about it
>do so and go upstairs to my bedroom
>dogs are still throwing a fit
>can hear the tantrum theyre throwing echoing off the treelines
>just stand there staring out my window at the dog kennel for a bit
>my sense of time is still really fucked up
>at some point I remember seeing my dad go out back with a gun and just kind of walk around until the dogs calm down and stop barking
>dont know how long i spent staring out the window
>wake up late into the morning the next day
>dont remember going to sleep
>never feed the dogs past twilight again
If someone had tact they wouldn't be writing a goatman/skinwalker/fleshgait creepypasta. They're all pretty much the same. I'm actually glad they leave that obvious tell (blood/copper smell) in so I know to ignore the rest if I'm not in the mood for that sort of story.