Woodsman

My name is Jimmy Catchet and my grandpa passed away  a few nights ago. The night before he passed away he told me an old campfire story. Here's a little how it goes. He called the story the Woodsman. An old man named Montel Erkwood. Ole' Montel lived alone in the woods with his wife and they were very happy together. Every one said that nothing could seperate them, not even death. One day Montel's wife went out to collect some groceries from the nearby town. She said she would be back in a little bit and the Montel shouldn't worry. But Montel did worry, he worried for the next 3 hours on the porch. Montel had. enough
"Where the Jenkins is that woman!" Montel exclaimed. He went after her. He followed the trail his wife should had taken if she went to town until he found a torn piece of her dress on a branch goin' off into an old dirt trail. He finally came across a cabin that looked more abandoned than inhabited. But even if it had been rotting he saw a light in the shattered window. He prepared for the worst, but when he broke down the door he found his wife kissin' a young man that looked as though he couldn't be older than 30. In a rage he grabbed a broken chair leg and beat the lovers to death. He stormed out of the cabin only to cross paths with a grizzly bear. Feeling very confident he ran at the bear. with one strike of the bears paw he fell to the ground, hitting his head on a rock. A pool of blood grew under the moonlit area.They say he wonders around the woods, looking for the two lovers, and the bear that killed him. The next day ,the story's over, my grandfather died, as if he had been condemmed to death as soon as he told me the story of Montel Erkwood. I went outside because I couldn't sleep that night. I heard the bushes rustle. I looked around, but no one was there. I walked a little faster, a little fear in me. I heard the rustling again, right behind me. I ran as fast as I could, hoping to out run the thing. but it seemed to run the same speed that I would, no matter how fast I ran. I looked over my shoulder, but still nothing. Except a stick dragging along the ground. I stopped, it stopped. Then I saw that my shoelace had caught around the stick. I gave a hearty laugh, seening my great foolishness. But when I turned to go back home a dark faced figure, with what looked like a club, stood there. He was standing over the body of a dead bear.

the figures

joseph hashemi sends us a second part to his story

One day about 4 months ago I was sleeping and my room door opened and at the door was a dark figure It stayed there the the door slammed and I stayed under my blanket btw i'm not a wimp.When I was 10 I was sleeping and I heard a Thump! so I woke up and there was a figure of an old woman looking at me.

The Mimic

On Wed, Sep 14, 2011 at 9:10 AM, Joseph Hashemi wrote:

One  day about two years ago my 17 year old uncle and my 10 year old cousin came over.My uncle went to my room and he heard me saying "Daniel" "Daniel" over and over but me and my cousin were far away..it says in the bible that demons can copy the voice of others.Recently my sister was scared and she wanted me to sleep in her room so she was dead asleep.At midnight I was awoken by a eerie voice it was saying my name over and over and it sounded like my little sister then I saw a dark figure in the hallway and it disapeared once I saw it.

The Thing in the Dark

Hello my followers,
I am going to put the first story, just to kick things off.
I was only 6 at the time when I first saw it. I had just gotten home  and my mom was downstairs, busy on dinner. I was looking for one of my starwars action figures when I walked into the master bedroom.I was about to leave when I suddenly looked towards the direction of the bathroom. Then I saw a pale greyish green figure. For those of you who have seen Lord of the Rings, the thing looked like a zombie version of Golem, except a little bulkier. It had cuts all over its body and hollow black eyes. I ran out as quckly as I could and yelled for my mom. A year later I saw the thing again this time in my backyard. When I got older I started to see more of it. I dug into the history of the house and found out that where the house had been built used to be a slave plantation. One of the slaves had disobeyed the master and had been whipped to death. The crows had pecked out the corpse's eyes. After I had finished my research I went outside to dig around, see if I could dig something up. I did. I found a old worn out whip with glass shards on the end and a skull with cut marks on it. I went to a  nearby cementary and buried the skull, but I kept the whip. I still kept seeing the figure for a short time though. One day when I was sitting alone in my room, looking at the whip the figure came into the room. I had gotten used to the figure by now, but this time it did something it never did before. It walked towards the whip and continued to stare at it. It started to change its form. It turned into a nicely dressed colored man. He turned and smiled at me, and took the whip. After that he disappeared. I still saw him sometimes, but out of the corner of my eye. He is no longer the thing that tormented my household. Now he is the lost soul that protects it.