Creature at the Cabin Door
by Andy

In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).

We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.

We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.

The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.

To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.

In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).

We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.

We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.

The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.

To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.

In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).

We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.

We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.

The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.

To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.

In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).

We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.

We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.

The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.

To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.

Shadow Warriors
by Genesis

This happened to me about a year ago. My best friend, Crys and I were staying with another friend at her house for the weekend, Jackie. We all were having a lot of fun, just goofing around and being teen-agers. Cry's boyfriend was also with us. We all were sitting on Jackie's bed in her room when it began to get very cold. Crys started feeling sick, and then she started acting really weird. She started talking about seeing blood on the walls and bodies hanging on the ceiling, reaching at us from above. We all had no idea what she was talking about, but she just kept saying, "Don't you see them?" over and over again. We all got kind of scared, so we went downstairs and made dinner and forgot about it. But Crys was still acting weird. She had this evil look on her face.

Later, we were all sitting on the couch watching a movie. Crys, got up, and in a daze she walked up the stairs to the guest bedroom, and we all followed her thinking she was just playing around. When we went up the room, she was just standing there by he bed, and she had large, long scratch marks all down her back. There was no way that Crys could have done this to herself, because she had a nail-biting problem and didn't have any nails. Plus, the marks were large, so Jackie's cats could not have done this either. The dogs were all downstairs with us at the time, so they could not have done this either. We asked Crys who did this, but she could not answer us, because she could not remember. This was only the beginning of the longest night of our lives.

Something weird happened. One of Jackie's friends, Katie, called from across the street, and asked if anything was wrong. She told us that she sensed that things were not going right over at Jackie's, and that she felt that she was needed. She later came over, and we took her up to Jackie's room. Her room was still cold, and Katie went in, and she got scared of something, because she started crying, and just said, "Get me out of here, NOW." We all filed into the hallway and sought refuge in the guest bedroom. Crys had been wearing her boyfriend's Celtic cross, because we all sensed that Crys was somehow in danger by something.

Crys then started explaining to us about a spirit she used to see when she was a small child. She had had a rough childhood, and she often though of dying. She attempted to hang herself once, and when she did this, she saw a man in all white, with black hair, and dark eyes. She then admitted to us that she had seen him earlier in Jackie's room, and he was trying to get to her, but couldn't because jackie, Ducky (Crys' boyfriend) and I were there, protecting her. We all were very close, and the love we had for her was protecting her from whatever was trying to get her.

It was then that we decided to call Dylan, our friend. This is very strange. We called him, and he told us, before we even said anything at all about what was happening that there were "shadow warriors" coming from outside that were surrounding the house. We all were petrified at this point, because we had not said ANYTHING at all about this to Dylan yet. Dylan started talking to Katie, and he had somehow gotten a vision with Katie's dead grandfather that we were all in trouble. Katie was crying at this point again. Crys then became very exhausted and did not feel well again. She vomited up everything we had eaten earlier, and we laid her down to sleep in the couch. It was then we called another person, JoJo, who was a wiccan friend of ours.

When JoJo arrived, he could not come into the house. Whenever he entered the yard to come up to the front door, a strong wind forced him back. It was strange because when I went outside to meet him, I could pass through freely. He instructed me to get a blue crayon, and to throw it out the front door to him on the sidewalk. I did, and he drew a pentagram with the crayon at the foot of Jackie's driveway, and he blessed our house. But it was too late, whatever was outside was now inside, and had gotten a hold of Jackie's dad. He had been watching TV in the living room, and suddenly became very angry, and started yelling at all of us and told JoJo that he was pure evil and to leave us alone. It was strange, because Jackie's dad knew JoJo, and he had never treated him like that before. The whole house was cold, and we were all still very shaken.

The "shadow creatures" had left, but now they were at Dylan's house, surrounding him on his bed. They also followed JoJo home. And they terrorized them both for the rest of the night by moving things around in their room's, flickering the lights and making noises. Things had died down, and we all eventually fell asleep on Jackie's couch. We all woke up at about 4 a.m. though with horrible cramps in our legs, like people were sitting on them. This was very vivid, but we all remember it happening at the same time. The next morning, Katie had slept in Jackie's room. She told us that her legs were cramped too, and that the shadow creatures were in Jackie's room last night talking to her, telling her that they were going to kill crys. I went home that day, and ever since that night, at least once a week I experience sleep paralysis, and I always feel like someone's squeezing my stomach, like trying to squeeze me to death, and choke me. I have gotten better at fighting it off though. Once during one of these episodes, I visions of wolves running toward my bed, two of them, and one standing by my door. The episode suddenly stopped, and i saw a quick flash of my dog looking at me, and then she disappeared. I believe that the wolf is my animal totem and spiritual guide. I swear that this experience is true, and why it happened I do not know. But I am more convinced that there is another spirit world out there, and we are not alone.