r/BackwoodsCreepy

I’d only been in Eagar a few weeks when this happened. I was there for work, at the time I didn’t know anyone, and was staying in a loft above a detached garage that was backed up to the hills so there weren’t any neighbors close by. I didn’t know much about the area yet, just that it sat high in the White Mountains and it’s rural.

Out there, when it got late, it got completely dark and completely quiet. I’d fall asleep fast and sleep hard. That’s where I was when the door nearly came off its hinges.

Three deliberate pounds. The whole loft shook. I was upright before I was even awake. I heard what sounded like the owner of the lofts voice telling me to come outside. There was no other sounds, no footsteps or scuffling. I checked my phone and it was 2 am. I sat for a second, waited, quietly got up and peaked out the window that was by the door. No one was there. I called the owner a few times… why were they at my door? No answer. I was thoroughly freaked out so I called my friend who had grown up in the area. I told him what happened and he went quiet in a way that was worse than if he’d laughed at me. He knew the area. He’d grown up going out there with friends from the reservation when they were teenagers, the way kids do, daring each other, looking for something to scare themselves with. Poking around places they’d been told to leave alone. He said most of it was nothing, just kids being stupid in the dark. But not all of it. He’d had experiences out in those mountains with guys who grew up on the reservation, people who knew the land and took it seriously, and some of what they encountered didn’t have a clean explanation. He said those guys weren’t scared easily and they were scared. After enough of those nights he stopped going.

He told me it was skinwalkers. Said it without hesitation. I had to look it up myself after we hung up. This was entirely new to me. To the Natives in the region they’re a real and specific danger, and you don’t talk about them casually or by name if you can help it.

The next morning I saw the owner and asked if they were knocking on my door at 2 am. Nope, not them. They did give me shit for calling at 2 am but when they found out why… they were not surprised and also told me it was skinwalkers.

The loft was maybe an hour or two from the Fort Apache Reservation. That whole corridor of the White Mountains is near Apache burial sites and ceremonial land. I ended up moving to the main house and moved out of town a few months later.

Okay to start off, me and my husband were sitting out on the deck at night and all of a sudden an extremely loud high pitched scream came from right in front of us and we ran inside,this scream lasted a good 15 seconds and did not sound like any of the animal screams I've looked up. Our friends come running up from the basement asking what the hell was that. After about 10 minutes it sounds off again and everyone runs back inside.

This is where it gets more weird.

My husband went out the front to walk down the driveway and investigate. My daughter grabs me and says "Mommy,why is daddy doing that?" My husband is at the front door, chin down, eyes staring at me, scratching the door. I roll my eyes and keep looking out the back thinking hes just messing with us.

Eventually he comes inside and my daughter asks why he did that and he said "what are you talking about I was at the bottom of the driveway" I've tried to break this man into telling me it was a prank for days and he still says it wasnt him. Even through my daughter having a panic attack for hours he swears it wasn't him.

The next night I'm standing on the deck and rocks start being thrown from the roof past my head and hitting the ground. The screams started again. After telling all our friends what's happening I see one outside and hiding,im assuming to throw rocks and scare me more. Well my daughter goes out and looks under the truck and the friend is just laying under the truck not responding to anybody no matter what. The screams are coming from right next to him and hes not moving. We all come inside and leave him. Eventually we find him next to the cabin and he laughs when hes caught. We'll we all go in again, and the same friend comes up from the basement wet,slips and falls. I say "thats what you get for pulling that shit outside" he says what are you talking about? Says hes been down stairs in the jacuzzi the whole time. NONE of the 9 other people saw him come inside the house when we did even though we all came in at the same time. Trust me, I wanna believe that this is just a prank, and I know everyone reading this will just say its a prank. But my husband and friend are adamant that it was wasn't them.

And also, we're being personally victimized by the same bear at every point in the day so that's fun lol

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I have a photo of it but it’s not letting me show it.

Idk what the hell this could’ve realistically been, and I’ve gone back and forth for years on whether I should post this because I still don’t know what I think happened.
I’m not really into paranormal stuff, spirits, magical creatures, or anything like that. I’m a pretty skeptical person

This happened in September 2019 in central washington near the cascades. My family camped constantly growing up. Easily over 30 trips by then. We knew what normal forests felt/sounded like.

The campground we went to (which was empty for most of the trip) didn’t feel normal from the start.

The first thing all of us noticed was how weirdly silent everything was. The best way I can describe it is like there was a giant invisible dome over the campsite. No wind. Barely any birds. No ambient forest noise, almost like everything was inside a closed room. Though I didn’t notice until Mom pointed it out.

The first few days were normal enough while it was just immediate family there. Then more relatives showed up and the campsite got way louder. Kids yelling, hitting sticks against trees, running all over the place, normal camping stuff.

After they left, that’s when things started getting weird.

The previous night when they were here, my uncle mentioned hearing footsteps or movement outside his tent. At the time nobody thought much of it because obviously it could’ve been an animal, but looking back it was the first thing anyone noticed.

The next day, or maybe the day after that, the bugs got really bad, so my mom sprayed a ton of bug killer around camp and everyone temporarily split off in different directions while it settled. I was closest to the camp, while everyone settled to a nearby camp that’s the 2nd/3rd closest

This was the first thing that genuinely scares me.

While looking down, I heard this weirdly human groan
right behind me. I can’t remember if it was inches away from my back, or further like 7-10 ft, but it was close enough to know it was right behind.

My first thought was that somebody was messing with me, because it sounded exactly like an impression of a groaning zombie, so I looked up immediately.

The rest of my family was farther away near the other campsite area. My heart dropped and i think i started crying. I was 11 at the time, so I ran over to them worked up. I told them what happened which freaked them out even more because after regrouping with them for a bit, the group together started hearing strange noises too. Rare knocks on trees, audible whoops, movement in the woods, stuff we couldn’t place.

As it started getting darker, things got worse instead of calming down. The whoops and noises got louder/more frequent.

At first they were farther away, but as it got later they sounded closer and more frequent. Not exactly wolf howls either. More like whoops and long hollers. The weirdest part was how they seemed to be around us. We’d hear one off in the distance in one direction, then later behind us, then somewhere off to the side. Combined with the tree knocks and general off noises in the distance, it started feeling like something was around the campsite.

By around sunset everybody was uncomfortable enough that they decided to leave early. That’s important because this wasn’t just me freaking myself out as a kid. The adults felt it too, even if nobody wanted to fully say it out loud.

While everyone was packing up, I was sitting on a picnic bench scanning the tree line because at that point I was completely on edge.

There was this path of trees leading down toward one larger tree around 200-300 feet away. While looking around, my eyes locked onto something beside it.

It was probably 20-30 minutes after sunset. It wasn’t clear enough to know what i’m looking at.
But clearly enough that I immediately notice it.

I don’t actually remember what i saw with my naked eyes, but it was so unnatural that my eyes caught it pretty quick from 100s of feet away in the dark, what helped was the perfect path of trees leading my eyes down to the middle tree.

The photo was a just in case thing. I didn’t know what I was looking at.

The photo, which is the last and darkest one, was taken from a 50 dollar android mall phone, after dusk, so it’s not the sharpest, but it still captures a noticeable shape/figure hanging from the tree, that wasn’t present the morning after when we came back.

What still bothers me is the combination of everything.

The silence.

The strange acoustics.

The growl.

The movement around camp.

The knocks.

The whoops.

And especially the fact that multiple people experienced different parts of it independently. Could all of this have normal explanations individually? Probably.

It could’ve been Animals. Group anxiety. Acoustic weirdness in dense forest terrain. Darkness plus adrenaline

But all together? I don’t know… I’m not posting this claiming I “100% saw Bigfoot.”

I’m posting it because this was one of the strangest experiences my family has ever had outdoors, and even after years of thinking about it, I still can’t fully box it away into a neat explanation.

And honestly, the fact that I still don’t fully believe in Bigfoot is exactly why it still bothers me. What the hell could’ve explained all of this at once.

A little less than a year ago, my friend and I were walking in the woods in MD, and sat and rested on the top of a hill with scattered trees and rocks. We were sitting and talking to each other when we heard a loud, high pitched whistle that changed pitch about every second. We both looked at each other and ran back down the trail the way we came, and the whistle continued to get louder, until fading away into silence. Neither have been back to the spot, and I haven't heard the sound since. Does this seem like it could've been a skinwalker?