It Howled in the Night | Volume 5 | Podcast E349 - Supernatural StoryTime

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Do you know what time it is? It's supernatural story time.
And if you're easily scared, and even if you're not,
there's only one they've left to do. Just turn off
the lights, because these are stories that you listen to
only in the dark. It held in the night, Volume five,

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Story number one. This happened in southern Maryland, and it's
a rather short encounter because I was writing in a
car and basically saw it and wrote past it. I've
been pasted hundreds of times by this sight since then,
but I've never got out and walked around the area.
Maybe I should. This encounter changed my life. When I've

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read of other people's stories, I never discount them. Now
you know why, because I know what I saw, and
who am I to questioned someone else's experience. Sure, there
are a lot of made up stories and out there,
but the truth is I know better that some of
them are very true. It was evening and my family

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and I were coming back from Chesapeake Beach, Maryland, from
having dinner with my brother, mom and dad. I was
fifteen or sixteen, and in the back right passenger seat
chilling with my brother riding along. I'm just looking out
the window and there's a little road that merges onto
the main road on the left, so as we emerge,
we pick up a little speed. We're going maybe twenty
five or thirty miles an hour, and you have to

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cross this little bridge and it's really bumpy, so we
slowed even more to maybe twenty miles per hour once
we did. I looked up ahead, about seventy five yards ahead.
I see something standing on the wood's edge, off to
the right a little, but it was exactly at the
edge of the woods. It had both arms on a tree,

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just standing there, meaning its right arm was on a
tree about shoulder height and its left arm was on
a tree at about shoulder height, so its arms were
basically spread out with its hands on the trees. It
was about seven feet tall, maybe even taller, had a
wolf looking face, only larger, like a dire wolf from
Game of Thrones. It had really broad shoulders, very muscular arms,

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a barrel chest, and a narrow the rest of the
way down. The abdominal area was dark brown, and the
hair was medium length. I didn't get a great look
at the legs because it locked eyes with me. Ate
new I saw it and it saw me. I saw
it a good distance up ahead and was like, what
the hell is that standing on the wood's edge. As

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soon as I said that to myself, I locked eyes
with it. I saw it for a good ten or
fifteen seconds. Because of how far up ahead i'd first
noticed it moving around and how slow we were traveling,
its eyes followed mine the entire time. It took my
breath when I first realized what I was looking at.
My first thought was God, that thing is ugly. It

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had very pointy features, and it didn't look like a
big foot, but an actual werewolf. A lot of people
call it a dog man, but I'm more inclined to
say this was an actual wolf man. I said out
loud to my family, did you guys see that thing?
Obviously they were like, see what another thing? This was
in southern Maryland where there are no bears or other

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large animals. But I asked my family over and over
if they saw it, and they started getting annoyed with me.
I told people over the years, but I was only
ridiculed and teased about it, so I just stopped. So
that was my encounter. My family still doesn't believe me either.
Most other people think I'm crazy or lying so I
very rarely tell anyone about it. But it was real.

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It was there, and you know what, That's why I
believe most of these stories when I hear them. Next story.
This story comes from a friend of mine that I
used to share an apartment with. I interpreted it as
a werewolf encounter at the time, but I have since
learned about skin and I'm leaning more towards that explanation. Now,

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this is a story my roommate, a guy we'll call
him Jim, spent his high school years in a little
town in eastern Wyoming. I can't recall the name of
the town, but it was the kind of place that
most people had forgotten about since the trains had stopped
coming through. It was a very weird little town, and
most of the people lived there seemed to be very paranoid.

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A lot of parents would not let their children play
outside after dark, and all unfamiliar faces were regarded with suspicion.
Since the town was miles away from the nearest McDonald's
or movie theater or shopping mall, there was nothing for
young people to do but get shit face drunk. That's
what Jim and his friends were planning to do on
the night that this story takes place, fellow classmate was

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having a keager at his parents' house that night, which
was twenty miles out of town on a dirt road somewhere.
Jim had reservations about driving out there in the dark
because that general area was no to be sort of
creepy at night, but his friends really wanted to go,
and he was the only one with a car, so
after some coaxing, Jim at about five of his friends

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piled into his buick and headed out of town. About
half an hour later, they realized that they were lost.
They couldn't find the road they were supposed to turn on,
and it was too dark to read any of the signs.
They hadn't seen any houses or cars for a while,
so they figured they must have taken a wrong turn
somewhere and decided to head back to the main road.
Turning the car around and driving in the opposite direction

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for a few miles, Jim spotted something in the middle
of the road up ahead. His friend in the passenger
seat noticed it at the same time. It said what
the hell is that, dude? At first, they couldn't tell
what they were looking at, but as the car drew
nearer to the big black shape in the middle of
the road. It started to look like a mass of fur.

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Jim thought it must be an animal, but it looked
big enough to do damage to his car, so he
slowed down and stopped the car about twenty feet away
from the thing. This point, it's completely illuminated by his headlights,
but neither he nor his passengers can figure out how
kind of animal it might be. Since it hasn't moved,
they assumed it must be dead and started to argue

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over who willed drag it over to the side of
the road. That's when the thing starts to move. They
all fell silent and watched as it stirred, then suddenly
stood up. Jim would always preface the next part of
the story with I know this sounds crazy, but he
says he can't really describe what he saw because he
had never seen anything like it before. The closest he

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can come is this The thing. Whatever it was, was
about seven feet tall when it rose to its full height.
Its body was shaped like a human male, but it
was covered with thick, dark fur. The head, he said,
and I watched the goosebumps break out on his arms
as he said it, we're not human. It looked almost
like a jackal or a German shepherd, with a long

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snot and pointed ears, and its eyes were glowing in
the headlights, the way that a cat's eyes sometimes glow.
It was staring right at them. Jim doesn't know how
long he stared back at the thing before he noticed
that it was clutching a dead rabbit in one of
its enormous hands or paws. He had barely had time
to register this bit of information when the creature suddenly

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flung the dead rabbit away and took a step towards
the teenagers in the car. Everyone screened, and Jim slammed
the car into reverse, made a U turn, and got
the hell out of there. Needless to say, they didn't
make it to the party that night. Next story. This
happened about maybe twenty thirteen, But let me get a

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few details out of the way. First. I was living
on forty four acres of land. It was mountain land.
There were several buildings on the property, but the main
two were my parents' house and their guest house. They
were only twenty feet apart, about the distance of a
single lane gravel road. I was at my parents' house
cooking something. My house was the guest house. I have

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a kitchen or anything, so I would use my parents'
house for cooking and showering and stuff. No one but
myself was living on the property at the time, So
here's the story. I was cooking I heard the house shake.
I'm not sure how to otherwise explain it, but it's
ondly like the corner of the house shook, kind of
like a dog. I just shook off after getting out
of water. While coincidentally, there is a creek right next

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to the house, so I walked into the living room
from the kitchen. On my way to the front door
to check what's going on, I didn't see anything. I
looked out side, and I didn't hear anything moving. I
was about to close the door and the cat came in. Strange,
I thought, but at the same time, it didn't FaZe
me too much. It's a cat, after all, they come
in at all hours of the night. Well, sooner than later,

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my food was done and I wanted to go back
to my house so I could watch TV. As I
was walking across the road, I noticed the figure to
my left, so I turned to look at it, and
there stood this five foot tall. The ears stood straight
up and were about shoulder height on me, and I'm
five feet eleven. Let's call it a German shepherd, standing

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regular like a dogwood, but its eyes glowed red. It
was a complete silhouette of the animal, so I didn't
see any features, but it had to build up a
German shepherd. It didn't move. It just stared at me,
ten feet away from me. I darted into my house
to grab my shotgun, and I came back outside to
find it was gone. No sound, no sign of movement,

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just gone. I fired off a couple of rounds in
case it was still around somewhere, but it was gone.
But parents want me to believe it was a coyote.
Coyotes aren't built that beefy. This thing was huge and
buff like piple bread to kill buff and great dane tall.
Most accurate description of the animal. Glowing red eyes, vertical
pointed ears, thick head, round like a piple but German

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shepherd shape a thick body. I couldn't see anything below
the chest. I was too focused on its eyes, but
it did look like it had legs. I was standing
on the ground. It was unnaturally still, and thankfully I
never saw it again. Next story. I'm not sure if
they're connected, but after some years past I realized they

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may well have been. It was the summer of nineteen
seventy seven in Sioux City, Iowa, and I was spending
time with my boyfriend at his home before we both
left for separate colleges. We had spent the entire day
doing activities, and so when we finally sat down to
watch a movie that night, we were both exhausted. The
last I remember, I was saying how bad the movie was,

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and I was out. Seemed he fell asleep too. I
had always been home on time, so when I woke
up to see it was three am, I about died.
I furiously woke him up and threw on my shoes, etc.
And headed to my car, saying bye. As I ran.
Being the good guy, he shouted for me to wait
and he would follow me home. So off we went,

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me trying to come up with a better story than
falling asleep. When I see something bright in the sky.
It looked like a star, but then dropped down as
we headed up a hill, not only about two hundred
feet up in the sky. As we drove. It seemed
to continue to be right overhead. I kept looking back
to see if my boyfriend saw it, and I saw

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him leaning down trying to see above him. I hit
the gas and started moving as fast as a pinter
would go. I was thanking God for the thig trees
that made an archway on the road so I didn't
have to see where it was. I finally reached my
house and pulled in the drive. I ran to his
car and said, did you see that? He said a

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string of cusswords and sound that is scared as me.
I said, get home, but drive another route. Waved and
ran into the cover. My parents were asleep, so I
avoided confrontation until morning. Even so, I was too freaked
out to sleep well and spent the time looking out
my window every few minutes, hoping not to see another
moving star. What I called my boy friend the next day,

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he sounded very strange. He was hesitant to tell me
what was bothering him, but I told him whatever it was,
I would believe it. At this point, he said when
he got home, he was cleaning the house for his
parents' return the next morning. He lived in a very
wooded area with Perry Creek, running behind his back yard
a few miles from me. Suddenly he noticed his dog

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was acting oddly. It ran throughout the house, barking, running
over the furniture, which it had never done before, eventually
stopping in the dark kitchen facing the glass sliding doors.
The dog was then frozen with his nose straight out
against the glass, almost looking like a pointer, even though
he was a shepherd. He stopped the vacuum and stared

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at the dog, unsure why he was acting so strangely.
He admitted it scared him when the dog didn't budge
an inch when he spoke to it. He slowly walked
to the door and tried to see what was causing
the excitement. Maybe a skunk or a coyote, there was
a lot of wildlife in the area. He saw a
very large, dark shape, almost like an oversized man, hunching

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toward the door about twelve feet out, but he could
make out dog ears on the top of its head.
He wasn't sure what to do, and the dog wasn't
going to be any help. He wasn't sure if the
moonlight was playing tricks on him, so he slowly reached
for the outside light and slid open the door. The
minute he looked out, he saw whatever it was gave

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him a menacing grin with a mouthful of teeth. Turn
and go from two legs to four and bound the
two large leaps down the embankment leading to the creek.
It growled as it went. He said it had very
dark brown to black hair, and its back legs were
like dog legs. He asked me if I thought it
was some kind of mutated wolf, for the lack of

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a better name, I said, your dog would have asked
to go outside and torn it to shreds if it
was any kind of animal. His dog was pretty scary
itself and meaner than most. I thought the whole story
was unnerving and bizarre, but he refused to talk about
it again. The weekend before we left for school, we
had driven out to a country road not far from

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his home and drove down a lane into a field
with talk corn all around us to talk and look
at the stars. After discussing whether we wanted to sit
on the hood, he quickly said no, let's just look
out the windshield, so we put the seats back a ben.
We're enjoying just being in the moment. The coyotes routed,
lots of cicada and insect noises going on, when suddenly

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it all stopped. It was rather erian. I looked at
him and he had a look of fear on his face.
He said, something feels wrong. We better go. So he
was about to start up his car when the largest
dog thing I had ever seen went running by a
couple of rows of corn to our left. I kept running,
was out of sight in seconds. I asked if he

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had seen that, and he said no, But he backed
down the little lane so fast. I thought we were
going to end up off the road and stuck. He
spun it out of their fast. We don't have any
wolves in western Iowa, was my thought to myself. He
broke up with me that Sunday. I saw him one
time at a bar at home six months later. He

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was polite and said hi, but that was it. I
was wondered at the fact that I knew all this
crazy stuff had happened to him, had something to do
with it. What a weird summer, No worries. I met
my husband a couple of months later. Did the UFO
drop this thing off near his house? Or the two
unrelated seems a stretch. Did that thing know he was

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parked in that field or was that a coincidence? Hopefully
that was his only experience with it. I've no desire
to see it up close enough, although I do enjoy
reading other people's encounters and glad it has a name.
Back then, we didn't even know of Bigfoot, let alone
a dog man. Wait, I take that back. When I

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was a kid, we had a hairy man scaring people.
They named the Missouri Monster Guests. Maybe Bigfoot came first.
Next story. This one's a doozy and still bothers me
to this day. I was in high school at the
time was around one am. I lived in North Carolina
and it was a Saturday night. Me and my best bud.

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We were just hanging playing some league at the crib
when we got a call that our friend got too
drunk at a party and needed to be picked up. Whatever,
we were so worse penguins they had gotten us before,
so we set out. We picked them up and threw
them in the back seat and began the journey home.
We lived kind of out in the country, so it
was a bit foggy and there were no other cars
in the road. All of a sudden, as we came

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around to turn, we see this animal or a thing,
a ball of reddish brown fur, just punched over in
the ditch on the side of the road. I thought
it was maybe an injured bear or a big wolf,
so I slowed down to a creep and blasted the
high beams. This thing proceeded to turn its head and
looked right at us. Beaty little red eyes, pointed ears

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and a snout like a wolf. I couldn't look away
from this thing as our drunk friend is rolling around
on the back seat completely unaware. This thing then stood
up on two legs and turned to face us. It
looked like a were wolf or a vampire, or a
mix of both. There were fangs poking out of its mouth,

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had long, pointed ears. It was covered in long, reddish
brown fur that's thinner on its chest and midsection. It
was taller than the streets signed next to it, and
it was still in the ditch, so I'm guessing eight
or nine feet. It was lanky as hell, but you
could still see some muscle and some definition, and it
just stared at us. I glanced over my buddy in

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the passenger seating. He sunk it way down, shaking, just
saying drive drive, dude, please just drive, please drive, get
us out of here. I turned my head back to
decide if I'm gonna have to run this thing over.
Then it just gets down on all fours and bounds
across the field next to it at break next pace,

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and I just sat there, stunned. I snapped out of
it and drove home, questioning if I go to be
one of those crazy big foot people and spend my
life hunting this thing. Nobody believed me when I tell
the story even now, but I can still call up
my buddy and ask, what the hell did we see
that night, dude, and he immediately knows what I'm talking about.

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So yeah, and now I spend ninety percent of my
time at force and outdoors for my job, always knowing
that that's really out there. Yeah, that's something you never
forget about. So in other words, I've grown eyes in
the back of my head. Next story, Well, this happened

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in about twenty sixteen. It was in Pullman, Washington. I
was living in Pullman, working and completing graduate degree at
Washington State University. The exact date is I kind of
remember it yet it was February of twenty sixteen. Because
I have a habit or a hobby of writing bad poetry,

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and so when some phrases pop into my head that
I want to write down, I jott in the notes
on my phone that day I wrote and this is true.
I'm afraid to walk alone, afraid I'll meet the devil
on the road. Until writing this, I had honestly forgotten
about this strange detail of the story, which in retrospect
is probably the least explainable aspect that is implies encounter

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was somehow more than coincidental. Pullman is a small college town,
is extremely walkable for anyone who may be familiar with
this area. I commuted on foot daily from Lamont Street
on Military Hill, down the walking or biking path, and
up College Hill via Stadium Way, which was on campus.
So I would walk down a hill, through a valley

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on a bike path, and up a willlit hill into
a college campus. It took about forty five minutes. Some
other relevant details about Pullman is that it's extremely isolated,
surrounded by rolling wheat fields to an extreme degree of deforestation,
basically solely populated by local townies and undergraduates. The sun

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goes down famously early in any season, but summer drunk
undergraduates are common, but very uncommon. Far from College Hill,
where the encounter took place, it's not enough of a
town to have a homeless population, and drifters are few
and far between. To the point. I walked home that
evening in the dark, as I had hundreds of times.

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Upon reaching nearly the base of the street that I
lived on, where the bike path would lead up to
the nearby road, which is Grand Avenue, I saw the
form of a humanoid crouched in the path ahead. While
the road is somewhat lit, the bike path is down
a small berm from the road and is very poorly
lit in the spot. From about sixty feet out, I

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began to feel afraid, as I could not make out
much about the form. About thirty or forty feet from
the crouch form, I stopped. I thought if the figure
was wearing closed right human skin of any shade, it
would have caught more light. Instead, it looked too large
to be human. It's back two curved, its head too

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far forward, and though I saw no evidence of further context,
suggested to me very heavily that it was for covered.
My inner dialogue ran through the options and nothing made sense.
If it was human, it was a very tall man
crouched over as if balling himself up on the road
back deeply arched over. If it wasn't, it was humanoid

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and something people do not generally believe exists. Those are
really the only two options. I began to have a
fight or flight response. I said hey, at a moderate volume,
something like two or three times. The four moved. It
looked like it was turning its head toward or away
from me. I never saw eyes or any kind of
light catch it. It just looked like a hunched over,

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crouched humanoid in the middle of a bike path at night,
too large to be a person whose high school didn't
try to get them to play basketball. And hey, maybe
it was a drunk basketball player half a mile from campus,
or maybe not. I was torn between the realization that
I was potentially witnessing something fantastic and the will to
live beyond the moment, the will to live fear, I

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guess one. I immediately clambered up the embankment to the
road across the road and walked the rest of the
way home on the other side. The high difference, darkness,
and existence of the burm kept me from seeing the
form any further. I walked up the hill to my apartment,
locked the door, and reflected on the bad poem line
I had jotted earlier. I wondered if I was being

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followed by some evil creature and would be further hunted.
Nothing else happened, and it became a funny story, I
told my friends in town. I don't know if this
story in details might be useful to anyone, but I'll
tell you what it is. A true story. It happened.
I have no explanation for it. Even if it was
a human. It was a strange coincidence with the note

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I'd made that day. Maybe the most likely scenario is
a stressed out graduate students hallucinating or maybe not well.
This happened a while back. Let me tell you about myself.
I was born and raised on Long Island, so were
my parents. They met out east, which an islander talk

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means the east end of the island. To any New
York City rich kids, that means the Hampton's, But for
the rest of us, who are coincidently not millionaires, it
means the north Fork. Not to get too geographically confusing,
but Long Island is an accurately named Long Island that
forks off about three quarters of the way down the
ninety miles it stretches. It kind of looks like a

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fish with its mouth open, with the north Folk being
where the eyes are and the Hampton's are the jaw.
Shelter Island is somewhere in the middle, like a smaller
fish about to be eaten. My mom's family had a
summer house on the North Fork. My data house on
Shelter Island. My parents met working at a summer job,

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and the rest is history, but super long explanation short.
I grew up getting to pretend to be bougie because
I had not one, but two summer houses. I know right.
Shelter Island is my favorite place in a lot of ways.
Just the island itself feels magical. The only access is
by ferry, and while traveling there you feel like you're

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being transported into a different world. But the picture of
Shelter Island in the summer is very other than the winter.
In the summer the population rises to about twenty thousand people,
but in the winter not more than two thousand. So
I was around thirteen or fourteen. I had invited my
best friend to come out with my family that weekend.
I was so excited as it was one of the

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first times she was able to do so. I remember
our bathroom was being remodeled, and so the only other
bathroom we could use was in the dank, dark basement,
and the only connection to the house was by going
outside and down the stairs and then down another set
of stairs into the basement. So it had to have
been around ten o'clock and we went together to the

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bathroom to brush our teeth. The moon was almost full,
so bright it provided some lights on an island that
street lamps were few and far between. If it wasn't
for the light of the moon, we probably would have
passed the creature altogether without realizing it, because out there
you can hardly see two feet in front of you
when it's dark. As we were coming back up the
stairs laughing about something menial was when we saw it.

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It was about ten feet away with its back to us,
lurking near my shed. We both froze and did that
thing where you take a quick breath and hold it involuntarily.
That made the creature notice us. Its head whipped around
and his eyes were glowing a kind of blood red.
It didn't look angry, but rather like a feral dog.

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Not knowing how to react to those two teen girls
observing it, almost as if not to scace, it slowly
rose up to its full size, which I would guess
was about seven feet. The whole time it never broke
eye contact. I felt I could fall into the pits
of blood that its eyes were. It was covered with long,

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shaggy black hair and had thick human like legs. After
standing there, frozen in horror for at least a full minute,
all the while still in his staring contest, we both
regained control of our feet and ran up the stairs,
screaming for my pick. We saw werewolf, We saw were wolf.
My dad went out first, and we followed. My dad

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quickly dismissed it and went back inside. A bit disgruntled.
I could have sworn I saw boysch where it was
near moving. Over the years, I've had many theories, one
of which is that the native people who lived on
the island long before the white men were responsible as
shape shifting legends or prevalent and indigenous people's cultures, or

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perhaps like out in the Southwest. This was one of
the natives who had a dark witch, someone who was
cursed to turn under the full moon and chose isolation
to protect their secret. I don't know, but whatever it was,
I'm glad I never saw it again. Next story. So

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this happened many many decades ago, back in the early
to mid eighties, before cell phones and internet. I have
no way to prove this to anyone, but I will
say that, even at my age, I still have nightmares
about this encounter. At thirteen years old, I ended up
going to live with my mother after being raised most
of my life by my grandmother. Her health was failing.

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I think she was protecting me from what was coming,
which was her death. My mother and stepfather lived in
a trailer park located in a small town. I grew
up forty minutes from this town and never knew it
existed until my mother took me to live with her.
There was only maybe eighty trailers in this whole place.
It wasn't huge, and put it up next to the

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local canal. I was one of only six kids in
the park, so I had very few options for friends.
One friend, Jeff, lived behind our section and My other
friend Melissa and her family lived at the very end,
straight down from where I was located. The place is
shaped like a lower case H. So I met Jeff,

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who was just a few months younger than I was,
and we hit it off and we rode bikes when exploring.
He was fairly new to the area as well, and
he was a good guy, smart and funny. Well, there
was a trailer just up from the tip of the age,
which also was the opening in the chain League fence
to reach the canal, so we passed by it all

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the time when we would go to the canal to
swim or just to go walking. And when I say read,
I mean I think old farmhouse barn read. It was
long and had a whole section built onto it, making
it go from a single white to a double white trailer. Well,
as far as Jeff and I knew, no one lived there.
It was empty, and the older lady who lived next

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to it said it belonged to a man who lived
in the Bay Area. I live in California, which, even
to a couple of dumbas kids, seems odd. The Bay
Area was easily two to three hours away from us,
so no surprise when the idiot patrol decided the hey,
let's go inside and check it out. Yes, we were stupid,
but we did it anyway. In broad daylight. The front

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door was a large sliding glass door, and I mean
large by any standard. We waltz right on into the
enclosed porch. We should have walked right back out, but
as I said, we were stupid. For some reason, me
and Jeff stopped to look at an amputated bird foot,
really a big bird foot, not a chicken or even turkey.
They were far from bigger, and the claws more predatory

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in nature. We turned to the front door and it
too was unlock. Okay, so two dumb ass thirteen year
olds an open door invitation, we walked right on in.
Not The place was nice as Helen's side, and I
mean nice as in it looked like whoever lived it
just went to the storm would be back any moment.

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So to cut this down some Jeff and I did
an urban explorer thing. This place had power, running water,
and the fridge was stocked, but yet no one had
been here and over five years. We know because we
asked the older lady who had a key to the place,
and it was never a car parked out there, so
while the front door and one bedroom upfront lived in,

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we of course headed for the back, all the while
trying to figure out where the door to the add
on full length room was because we were nosy little
shits and wanted to answers to lame questions. We found
it in a second bedroom that looked like something out
of a New age horror movie slash Porno rady, disgusting
mattress on the floor, polaroids all over the place at

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at least a hundred or more, and a cutout doorway
to a pitch black windowless room that ran the length
of the trailer from just behind the enclosed porch. It
had one dresser about chest high on a couple of
dumb kids, and that's where Jeff was with his back
to the black hole. I, on the other hand, was
curious about the polaroids laying around and started looking through them.

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I wish Jeha I hadn't because I could never un
see what was in those I won't go into detail,
but they were taken in that room, and the girl
and these photos was dead. When it dawned on my
innocent mind, but I was seeing I dropped the photos
like they burned and turned to My friend was saying
something to me, but I don't know what, but he

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was cut off by the most hideous evil laugh I
have ever heard in my life to date. Since we
were both looking at each other, we knew we didn't
make the sound we heard, and we froze like terrified
puppies until I saw large and I made large hand
reach out of the darkness of that hole for Jeff's head.

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I've never screamed so loud in my life as I
did then, and I shoved Jeff, screaming run, and he did.
We cleared that trailer like our asses were on fire,
and literally leapt from the porch. We didn't even shut
the door. The old lady next door scolded us, and
we booked it. Jeff went to his trailer and I
went to mine like a whipped puppy. It was the

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middle of June, and I shook like I was inside
a deep freezer. If that wasn't scary enough, it gets freakier.
Our friend, Jeff lived with his mom and dad and
two little sisters. Want to say the girls were about
four or five and cute as buttons. So two days
later I finally get the guys to go around the roadway.
I had to come into proximity to the red trailer

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to go see if maybe talk about what happened. I
got to Jeff's and the trailer, Tudor downs from my
mom's oldest friend, was empty, as in the entire family
had moved out. I asked my mother's friend, who I
called Grandma May, and she said they threw everything in
their van and left the night Jeff and I went

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into that trailer. I was shocked because just a few
days before, his mom had been talking about getting Jeff
enrolled at the same middle school I attended, So why
leave so abruptly. I talked to my mom, but she
just shrugged it off and went back to her drinking.
My mom was an alcoholic. She usually cracked her first
beer by nine thirty am and didn't go to bed

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until there was no beer left in the fridge. What's
even scarier is about two weeks later, no one remembered
Jeff or his family except me and Jeff had been
to my trailer, met my mom and stepdad. Let me
also clarify that no one believed me about the photos.
I always regretted not taking the ones I had been

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holding with me. So jump ahead and I started hanging
out with Melissa and her family. She was a year
younger than me and I was fourteen at that time.
She had two older sisters, Terry and Stephanie, both older girls,
which were amazing and treated me like another sister. Her
parents were simply amazing, and Melissa was a sweet, gentle
girl who never had a mean thought in her life.

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But of course, to go there, I had to pass
by the right trailer every time I felt something watching me,
which was pretty spooky given there were no windows on
that side. It was the added on section to widen
a trailer, but they didn't add windows. So another summer
evening and I finally get the guts to tell Melissa's
sister Stephanie about the trailer, so she decides, Hey, let's

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go check it out, and I was like, uh no,
I don't remember after all these years why, But I
finally caved in and said, fine, but not past the
living room. We braved the place in the daylight, and
that time I paid more time in the bedroom to
the right of the living room. It had a freaking
queen sized waterbed, working lambs and a full sized Confederate

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flag on the wall. I don't know why, but all
the things that flag it just gave me shivers. Now,
Stephanie reached out to feel the waterbed and it was warm,
as in the heater for the water was active. She
took my arm and we hoofed it out of there quickly.
Now she and her family did not vanish, thankfully, but

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we left it at that, and I went on to
get other friends and my first boyfriend, and we all
spent a lot of time on the canal, which faced
the only side of the Red Trailer that had windows,
and several times I saw I saw someone peering out
at me. I was skipping a few pieces because this
story is so long already and I want to get
to the park that has genuinely haunted me for life.

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So at fifteen, I spent almost as much time ass
Melissa's as I did at home, And by that point
I had opened about the Red Trailer and what I
had seen, heard, felt, and feared. For some reason, I
wore blue dress with a flouncy skirt down to Melissa's.
I can't remember why we got dressed up now, but
back then it was cool and I walked down about

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one pm and we sat around chatting and doing teenage stuff.
Now I had no intention of staying until dark, but
somehow before I realized, it was well after dark outside.
Now remember this was the eighties, so we didn't have
street lamps every two feet. In fact, the only one
we had was at the spot where the road curved
into the hump of the h which just happened to

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be across from the red trailer. For some reason, I
was unreasonably terrified to walk back by that trailer alone
and told Terry that since she was almost eighteen, she
decided that she would walk me past it and then
make sure I was closer to home before they headed back.
I felt relief and we headed out. It wasn't that
far from their place to mine, and I could see

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my porch from their place and vice versa in the daylight. Anyway,
so we passed the red trailer and came adjacent to
the trailer, directly across from it. And I cannot even
begin to explain the numbing, skin crawling feeling that raked
me from head to toe, but I literally froze in
the middle of the road, facing toward my home. It
felt like I was forced to turn around and face

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extremely tall and wide sliding glass doors to the trailer
if terror and I wish to the Gods that I
hadn't All of us girls turned around and standing in
the glass door was the biggest scariest nightmare I'd ever seen,
and I have faced some live human monsters. I looked

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into the face of evil and it stared back at me.
The first thing that struck me was how tall it was.
It was duck and down to clare at us at me.
Its lips pulled back off fangs that were glistening and
damp from saliva. Its eyes were vivid yellow and the
size of a closed fist, and its long claws made

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distinct tapping noises against the glass door it was framed in.
I turned and saw that my house was far off.
It was like I was looking through a tunnel. Then
I turned back to look at that giant, furry, bipedal monster.
Because to this day, the only thing I can best

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describe it as is a werewolf. It looked like a werewolf,
complete with rear articulated legs. I vaguely remembered hearing one
of the others whisper, what the hell's that? And someone
else whimpered and I blinked, and my friends were gone.
They're almost back at Melissa's place, and I'm standing there
under the lamp, frozen. But like watching a car wreck,

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I had to look at that thing, and it was
smirking at me. I'll never forget that huge clawed hand,
tilting as it used one finger to beckon me to it.
To this day, I don't know how I broke the
terror that held me in place facing that thing, but
I shook my head and turned running like my life
depended on it, and most likely it did, but not

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my life, then maybe my soul. I got home, my
mom didn't even notice my fear, and my stepdad was
in bed. He had to be at work early. I
wanted to tell my mom, but she was so drunk
and I was too emotionally shaken to deal with her
drunken fit. So I went to my room and changed
and crawled in bed shivering. The Next day, once the
sun was bright and shiny, I scurried down to my

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friend's place and asked her about it. She and her
sisters had no memory walking me past the trailer or
seeing the thing in the sliding glass doors. They asked
me if I was drinking or smoking pot, which I
had not taken up smoking pot yet. That came later
that year, and I hadn't been drinking the day before,
so I let it go and just kept it to myself.

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Only a few people close to me know about this story,
and one of them actually went back to the park
with me as an adult. The trailer was gone, but
I didn't have to tell him where it was. He
felt it. I was originally going to visit an old
couple I owed my sanity to, but feeling of dread
and skin crawling woods too much for us, so we
left a trailer park. To this day, if by some

(40:06):
fluke we drive through that town and a trailer park,
I get nauseous and the shakes as if it is
still there watching me. Because a trailer park sits on
the main road through the town, across from the Santa
Fe railroad tracks. I have to try to find out
about any unsolved deaths in that timeframe, but I can't
find anything. Yes, it could have been a joke with

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the polaroid photos, but that film was expensive back then,
and there were hundreds of photos of this girl ending
with her being a viscerated on that mattress or won't
like it. I sadly never knew Jeff's last name, so
I can't search for him, and I've long since lost
contact with melissa Er family, nor do I remember her name. Yes,

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what was it? Back then? I was fifteen, I'm now
forty eight. I know I shouldn't have trespassed, and I
did bring that on to myself, But what was it?
A werewolf? A demon? What

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