VeganJynx
My parents, little sister, and I lived in a house on the northwest near-rural edge of Greensboro, North Carolina for 14 years.  We only moved away about three years ago as of writing this, due to a very long and very unfortunate string of circumstances.  It was a pretty nice house, decent-sized and with a huge back yard that was surrounded by deep, sprawling woods.  I grew up hearing and seeing all kinds of wild critters out there.  White tailed deer, wild turkeys, vultures, hawks, owls,  raccoons, foxes, coyotes, and even the occasional black bear and bald eagle.  It was beautiful, and one of my favorite pastimes was sitting on the roof that overhung the back deck, smoking a cigarette and just watching and listening to the wildlife.

Back in 2011 my then-boyfriend, Tim (gods rest his soul), moved in with us.  He and I and our friends would sit on that overhang at night and drink and smoke and just hang out often, all of us being very outdoorsy and enjoying the sights and sounds of nature.  I had told them all about the kinds of sounds that I and my family would hear out there late at night, sounds that none of the local wildlife could possibly have made, but none of them had ever heard them before.  Not until this night.

Tim and I had our friends Steve, Cj, Alex, and Corey over to have a few drinks and planned to light a bonfire in the fire pit we had built down in the very back of the property on the edge of the woods.  (I grew up with all male cousins, so was always most comfortable with male friends.  I’ve always just been “one of the guys.”)  We needed to wait until it was late, because we had recently been annexed into the city limits and it was now illegal to have bonfires that weren’t in those portable metal fire pits.  In the meantime we all just hung out and had our beers on the roof.

It was around 10:30-11:00pm and we were all laughing and joking around, having a grand ol’ time.  Then we all noticed a light coming from the woods.  It almost looked like someone was walking back and forth on one of the old overgrown hiking trails with a flashlight, staying just beyond the tree line.  We could hear the dried leaves on the ground crumbling and twigs snapping under their feet, but that was the only thing we could hear.  And I do mean the only thing we could hear.  No cicadas or crickets chirping, no bats or owls fluttering their wings, no raccoons or foxes sounding off.  Dead silence, aside from those pacing footsteps.

We all stopped talking, watching and listening, trying to decide if we should go down there and check it out.  I tried to rationalize it in my mind, thinking to myself, “It’s just some guy checking out the hiking trails.  No biggie, right?”  But I knew better. Something just didn’t seem right.  

The light that made apparent the path the footsteps were taking didn’t seem quite like a flashlight like one would think.  It didn’t waver the way it would if someone were holding it and walking around.  It was very steady, unnaturally steady.  Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it faded out.  Imagine turning off an old tube tv, the way the light of the screen would get bright for a moment and then slowly fade away.  Now we could all see the faint outline of a pale humanoid form, still pacing back and forth along the tree line, staying within the boundaries of our property.

This continued for a good five minutes, the figure pacing and us watching it in nervous silence.  Finally Tim and Steve had enough, and wanted to go check it out and tell whoever was snooping around to kindly fuck off.  We all agreed to go down there together, since there’s safety in numbers.  Tim and Cj grabbed their hatchets, Steve his machete, and Corey, Alex, and I pulled our knives as we all went inside then out the back door and down the staircase from the deck to the back yard.

As we reached the halfway point between the house and the woods, the unmistakable stench of death assaulted our noses.  Not terribly uncommon, after all, where there’s wildlife there’s death, so we didn’t think much of it at the time.  Then we heard it.  A piercing shriek that no human or known animal could possibly make.  I know what deer, coyotes, foxes, and all the native wildlife sound like.  This sound definitely wasn’t made by any of these.  We all froze.

By this point the figure had stopped pacing and seemed to have vanished, as though it had simply disentigrated into the darkness of the forest.  Then the sound of frantic, thundering hooves and rustling brush broke the silence.  It sounded like a herd of deer running nearby, just beyond our field of vision, like they were afraid of whatever it was that had made that awful noise.  Another shriek sounded out, only this time it was mixed with a sort of deep snarl.  Whatever it was sounded massive, far larger than any bear or coyote.  Then once again, dead silence.

We all whipped around and booked it, wanting absolutely nothing to do with whatever was happening in there.  The smell of death had vanished along with all sound.  Upon making it up onto the deck we all turned our gazes back to the forest, straining our eyes looking for something - anything - that could explain what we had just heard...but there was nothing.  The regular sounds of a southern summer night returned, and it was the last time I heard that bone-chilling shriek.

I have no idea what we all saw and heard that night, and none of us dared go in to find out, even in the daytime.  I’m kind of glad, to be honest.  I’m not sure I want to know.  All I know is that something was stalking us that night, and I’m sure that if we had continued into those woods, I wouldn’t be here to recount it all to all of y’all.

Be careful in the forest, especially the forests of North Carolina.  Something is out there, and it’s definitely very dangerous.
*~meow~*
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Dissolved_Fatale
@VeganJynx 
Could have been an 'orb' which have different definitions in the realm of spirits and supernatural phenomenon. 
I've had quite a few encounters with these..
Particularly in the woods or at cemeteries. They've also shown up in photographs since the dawn of photography (for lack of a better description)
Iegend has it that different colors of these Orbs can have different meanings... Worth reading up on.. 
It's a fascinating occurance IMO. I'm getting a bit carried away, but enjoyed your story and figured I'd leave this as food for thought (:
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unkown."
-Lovecraft
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VeganJynx
@VeganJynx 
Could have been an 'orb' which have different definitions in the realm of spirits and supernatural phenomenon. 
I've had quite a few encounters with these..
Particularly in the woods or at cemeteries. They've also shown up in photographs since the dawn of photography (for lack of a better description)
Iegend has it that different colors of these Orbs can have different meanings... Worth reading up on.. 
It's a fascinating occurance IMO. I'm getting a bit carried away, but enjoyed your story and figured I'd leave this as food for thought (:


I’ve definitely had experiences with orbs.  I even got a pretty good photo of one when I went on a ghost walk in Wilmington, NC!  I’ll have to dig around and find it so I can post it, it’s pretty cool.

This just seemed different, though.  It was an actual light, and acted the way any flashlight would and illuminating whatever it’s pointing at. It just didn’t move like one.  It was very odd.  The fact that it left behind a pale sillouette when it disappeared and the primal sounds we heard afterwards, and the stench of death appearing and disappearing with no apparent source...Idk it was just disturbing af lol
*~meow~*
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