My story is alot like many, but different in my eyes. My first sighting as a child was when I was about 5 years old. My mother who had talked about her ancestor who were of souix blood, she used to tell me stories. I was a kid they were stories I didn't know they were real. My mom and dad took me and my half brother out to a graveyard, this graveyard was different in the center was a statue of a Indian chief, it was very large and old. My mom sat and took pictures while me and my brother climbed on it, till my father turned pale white and grabbed my mother's arm and pointed to the woods.

My brother and I followed the directions he pointed, now it's not common to see wolf's where I grew up especially a pack of them so close to human contact, I remember counting 9 wolves. Each one gave me a sense of what I was doing offended them, I remember my father picking me and my brother up and carrying us to the car and as we drove away I started at the wolves who starred back until we were out of sight. I was about 12 and I had always had a draw to the woods bout a half a mile from our house I grew up in a small town I used to read stories of old myths and legends of demons, shapeshifters and skinwalkers. I went on a hike threw the woods just doing what kids do and enjoy themselves I didn't think nothing of it till I found a small clearing, in the swamp part there was a lot of rumors a hermit lived in the woods.

People seen him here and there but I was told no one ever got close, well I walked this marshy area till I got a weird feeling I was being watched. Paranormal activity wasn't knew to me and I had experienced a lot of it growing up. I stopped looked to the sun it was maybe noon clouds were light and it was hot out so the cold chill I got alarmed me, I turned to see a figure looming in a dark portion of the woods my body felt like stone, I remember sheer panic rising up but my body refused to comply with the natural instinct to run for dear life. His eyes were the creepiest part they reminded me of topaz they were very demonic, then sense of feeling came back to me I turned and ran and could hear something behind me stalking me.

He wasn't hunting me as far as I felt but watching me run in horrified terror I never returned to that woods ever again I was so scared I slept with the lights on for days. My dad and I used to cruise around and talk away from my mother's ears because she didn't condone dark paranormal talk. He told me he was about 17 him and his friends went out to the nature park in there home town and decided to drink beer and have fun my dad told them he couldnt drink to much cause, he had to drive home that night he told me the moon was high and so bright it light the woods up and the gravel road he was on. He told me I was just cruising like we are now I didn't wanna be home right away, I looked to this animal he said it was large hunched over eating a road kill animal he said when he stop the car the creatures head snapped to meet his eyes . He said the beast stood up to maybe 7 feet tall.

He said it looked identical to a werewolf he told me, I remember being so scared I ripped into reverse trying my best not to panic I floored it the creature then proceed to run after me keeping a good pace. He passed  road and threw it into gear and began to try his best to get away he told me I must have been doing 60 mph when I looked out my passenger window to see the beast running on all 4's next to my car. I thought to myself I'm going to die, by that time I made it to the road he told me like that it was gone but I knew it wasn't but following me home in the dark because I saw it and I knew what it was.

I was about 18 when I came in contact with something from what he told me about as  kid I was walking with friend threw the woods hunting squirrel at  place where many said there was  werewolf beast who had claimed that land we thought oh just more myths and legends we had bout 5 squirrels and we were still going we seen this blood trail. It was really gruesome so we decided to follow it as we came up to the end of the trail horror struck my face as I looked up to this large oak tree with the torso of  large deer hanging in it.

There wasn't any animals around that could do that I remember looking to my friend who at that point was panicking loading his .22 stuttering he was pale white. I began to load mine as well, the only other weapon we had was a sog hatchet and our skinning and survival knifes. We were miles from any town and hadn't seen anyone in the large wooded area all day. We decided to run the opposite way of the bloody trail when we heard sticks snapping behind us we came to small cave around only to find what we did not want but the other half of the dear, which was  large buck terror struck as the sounds stopped my heart was the only thing I could hear I told my friend not to panic, we pointed out guns at the direction we heard the sound aware something was watching us we began firing not because we were trying  kill what ever was but because we were scared for our life.

When I heard clicking I turned and ran he did the same thing we ran for so long we will vowed never to tell anyone about it I've never told a soul till today
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