/x/ Skinwalker Thread

Uploader's Note: I removed some of the messages on this thread because they gapped the actual stories.

Didn't see a skinnie thread, so lets get one started. Post experiences, pics, whatever oyu have on these creepy fucking bastards. I'll start: >be me, around 19 >buy first gun, m1911 because hype, also buy tacticool button-shut hip holster >/k/ommando friend (lets call him Jackson) wants to go up to his Aunt's land and shoot the shit, maybe even shoot some shit >I loved exploring woods and stuff and hadn't been up there yet >imdown.jpg >load up in his truck and road-trip it up there, havin a great time >get to cabin on land, pretty far from main road and Aunt's house, where she's letting us stay >cool beans bro, just two homies hangin out >nohomo >gets late, so we decide to make a fire and make some music >Jackson goes to get his guitar out of the cabin (I sing cuz I cant play for shit) >as soon as the cabin door closes, the bushes to my right rustle >I'm a paranoid fuck >hand instinctively goes to unholster pistol, thinking about filling a critter full of pure .45 'Murica >rustling stops and Jackson comes back, guitar in hand >notices pistol out of holster, in my hand >"Uh, dude? Whats up?" > pistol->holster >Nothin, there was some rustling over there >"Hah, don't worry bro, its probably just a fox checking us out." >aight, whatevs >we play some blues, eat some hot dogs and I feel a lot better >tomorrow he tells me we'll go to his favorite spot to shoot >can't wait >Next morning, feelin good >Jackson and I eat the remaining hot dogs, full of processed horse parts, feeling alpha as fuck >we hike it for about a half hour up to the spot >Cool little place, a small shack with a postline set up to hold miscellaneous things to shoot >set up some cans and bottles from last night >begin bulletstorm >bout a minute in, this ridiculous fucking scream comes from the direction we're shooting in with the force of a thousand vuvuzelas >oh shit, we shot someone >paralyzed out of fear >Jackson runs over first towards it and breaks me out of my paralysis >we get to where the sound came from, nothing to be seen >no blood, no human tracks, there was nothing to indicate something had been shot >"What the fuck was that?" >something moves in my perifs >turn to see this long black mass creeping its hairy ass along the floor of the forest >whattheactualfuck.tiff >Yell to Jackson, he sees it too >Pro: I'm not crazy >Con: We just shot a big black hairy crawly thing, and its probably pissed >follow thing to a stream we crossed earlier, its pretty fast but we manage to keep up >thing crosses stream, no bridge just fucking glides over that shit >Turns the water it passes over black for a bit >can't run anymore, aim pistol and fire a couple shots, dont hit it >Jackson does the same but lands one hit, thing shrieks again but keeps going. >I'm on my knees panting giggity >Jackson is sitting on a rock, trying to get his shit together >keeps repeating "What the fuck, what the fuck" >I get my breath back and decide to go to where Jackson got it >no blood, but the ground is stained black, like the water, but isn't wet or warm to the touch >What the fuck is this thing >Jackson proposes we get the fuck out of there >I cant help but agree >we get the fuck out of there and pack up, head home >Jackson rants the entire way home about how that thing ruined his favorite spot >Decide not to tell his Aunt about the ordeal, she probably would have laughed and assumed we were high as fuck (As we often were at that time)

I have more stories from that area, if you're interested

do it fig

That fucking pasta.

>Skinwalkers >Creepy

Lol, get your shit checked man, skinwalkers are just a regular old pass-time. Now Wendigo's, those are some fucking shit.

I like this one

Wendigos are totally fucking real.

bumpin for interest

I fucking love creepy stories with guns >so there was this scary thing that could have killed us and it was going to >then I shot it full of freedom and it fucking died God Bless America best endings ever

> be me > two friends (guy and girl couple) get me to go innawoods with them > both are into the criptyd hunting thing > claimed that some creature in these woods did something to their ex gf (weird couple) > said it scratched her but it fucked up her mind instead of her skin > freaky woods but not much going on day one > feel pretty safe dudebro is HUGE and carries around a massive axe > chick is VERY /k/ and evn brings a rifle for me > says she has bigger gunz with her > day two rotting smell starts > we search out in a ring formation to find source > nothing to find > we move camp to try to get upwind of stench > nightfall.jpg > hear rustling > stench is worse > some homeless looking guy hiking in woods > hes far away but he waves >not a normal wave kinda a jerking motion > we ignore in hopes he gos away > feels nice to have rifle > dudebro think he sees something about two hours later > chickbro has crappy nvgs for us dudebro claims to see very well in dark > we hear trotting followed by this high pitched "urrreeeeeg" kinda sound > stink gets worse its all coming from down revine type area > dudebro says he will take his axe and rush whatever it is up the revine > he says if anything that is not him rushes up wait untill hes clear and open fire > soopyyetbadass.jpg > dudebro heads around to bottom of area > we stand ready in truck bed > hear an unholy shreik and i no.longer feel badass > somethig comes running uphill > its as tall as dudebro but not as wide > about 6' 10" > enlongated humanoid face > rotten eyes > the only way i can describe it is rot its eyes its face its soul > i freeze i feel like i am made of decay > i piss and shit all over myself > chickbro opens fire to no avail > she is a very good shot she must have hit it > im too terrified in sick to look > i lay down in truckbed next to chickbros boxes > i hear more screaming and human noises this time > i look at the rot-creature again > dude bro is in its hands and fighting back > its horrifying > chickbro reaches into one of the big boxes > pulls out i shit you not an anti vehicle type rifle > fires like the bang of a sun exploding > i'm deaf > something heavy falls in to truck > its dudebro > he got away > he says its not dead and thats the biggest gun they had > he says he got some kinda poison on it but he doesent think it will die > we fucking bail > dudebro is messed up in the head to this day > chickbro burned the woods almost down a month later > we dont talk about this > just typing this i feel ill

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the fuck is a wendigo

>Hear sounds of someone trying to break into my window lately >Live in backwoods Indiana, in a small community surrounded by forest >Cat always going outside How fucked am I How can I tell if my cat is a Skinwalker?

Does it walk on skin? You got yourself a skin walker

Does its skin walk? You got yourself a walk skinner

I kek'd

MOAR

Is this the right place for a spirit animals thread? How to figure out yours? What is yours?

I've never gotten proof but pretty sure mine is a wolf (pic related) I had a dream once, I was riding it in an apocalyptical future, and did one of those dream checks, it meant I was ready for anything and the wolf is my spirit animal

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I love /x/ open mic nights.

>Is this the right place for a spirit animals thread?

You dumb as hell, bruh.

>skinnie >slendy >nessie

This is what pisses me off about English, those cutesy shortened names sound fucking stupid.

if you arent native american then you most likely dont have a spirit animal. also spirit animals arent a thing for /x/

Basically it's a skinwalker that eats people.

The only reason I believe in the possible existence of Skinwalkers is because of the following experience. There is no other way I can explain what happened:

>Be 2 years ago >Be a Corporal In the Australian Air Force Cadets, pic related 3rd from the left >We have 2 Squadrons and 1 flotilla of Navy cadets out on a field survival exercise >Being trusted and experienced in the conduction of field ops, I am assigned a section (squad), pic related. 2 Navy both male and 2 Air Force both female, one of which was a qt I was into at the time >Be day 1 somewhere around 0000hrs I am given my orders >Basically to conduct a survival training exercise to give the navy a taste of the bush >We are then told about hazards and things to look out for, angry cows, leaches, cliffs, the usual shit >”The AO is a known drug producing area. If you run into any civilians they may be hostile” >Whatever, doubt it will happen but ill keep it in mind >Be day 3 of the exercise >Everyone is starving >Only eaten 2 potatoes and a cup of rice each >I have my section gather wood to keep the fire going through the night and I sketch up a Picket schedule where everyone takes turns to protect the section while they sleep >At this point in the operation nothing out of the ordinary has happened >Night falls and those who are not first on picket go to sleep under a makeshift survival shelter >0230 rolls around and I am woken to protect the team for my 2 assigned hours >The qt is assigned the same two hours so we’re having a good old chat >about 40 minutes in we are interrupted by the very distinct sound of human footsteps snapping thin sticks under each step >The only thing was that the foot steps weren’t gradual as though something had walked up to the camp from afar, It started from about 10 meters away and walked up to about 5 meters from the back of the shelter >It was as if whatever it was had been siting there watching us since beforewoke up >Something wasn’t right about the rhythm of the footsteps either. I can’t explain it but I knew that whatever it was, it walked on two legs and knew that i couldn’t see it >I Immediately stood up to face the direction of the steps >At first I thought it was just a staff member coming to check on us so I gave it the verbal challenge >”Seven” >I waited, expecting someone to call out ‘six’ because 7 and 6 add up to make the challenge number 13 >Nothing >At this point I had in the back of my mind that theres a slim chance this could be someone involved in the local drug trade, so I wasn’t going to shine a light on them and possibly give them a reason to attack me to protect there identity >you know what, its probably just some smart ass from a nearby section sneaking around >I grab my radio and commence the following call >"Zero alpha this is Delta five over" >Delta five this is Zero alpha send over >Zero alpha, Delta five, do you or any other callsigns have units in the field? over" >"Delta five, Zero alpha, Wait out" >My eyes were fixed on the last place I herd footprints as I wait the longest 40 seconds of my life >The first 2 feet of tree line was lit with the orange glow of the fire before plunging into darkness >”Delta five this is Zero alpha, Negative, there are no units in the field over” >I immediately grab the qt with my left hand and pull her behind me whilst simultaneously pulling my Gerber LMF from the sheath strapped to my thigh >The thing starts to move again, walking around the camp just on the edge of the fire’s light >Fuckthis.jpeg >Pull out my torch >Footsteps stop >Shine the light directly at where the thing should be >THERE IS NOTHING THERE >The footsteps stopped only 1 - 2 meters back from the tree line so its not like I miscalculated were to shine the torch and it didn’t run off. >I swept the area with the light and found nothing >I turned off the light and called for backup >The thing starts to move again from roughly the same spot I had just shone the torch at >It moves deeper into the bush and stops about 10 meters in >felt like it was still watching >Moments later 3 military personal with bayonets rock up and begin to sweep the permitter while I protect the section. >they walk right up to where it should be, and find nothing >They dismiss it as “probably just a kangaroo walking around”

You have to understand that The footsteps of a human sized creature walking on two legs is very distinct. A kangaroos feet are long and disperse there weight, not to mention they use there hands to help them walk if there not jumping.Something sinister was moving through the bush that night and it was no kangaroo.

I assumed that both skin walkers and Wendigos ate people.

This might take a bit since I'm on mobile, but didn't happen to me. Happened to my cousin's friend, heard the story from the guy and the look on his face was just pure fear when he talked about it. Anyways.

>guy is in basic, going into the marines >we'll call him John >so a part of the training is to go out and camp, like ya would have to when in war at times >so this is his first time camping, he's pretty excited >middle of summer, swamp ass hot. They're in some place designated for the bts, out in bum fuck no where, a few miles walk from the Fort he's stationed at >everything is fine and dandy, everyone gets set up, follows the drill sergeants commands, blah blah >night falls and one of the drill sergeants takes a dozen or so dudes out on a march, some kind of scenario shit >when they get deeper into the woods, they notice it's getting quieter. No noise from the animals, rustling of leaves, etc. >at this point they're far enough from base camp that they can't really hear anyone from base >John and a few of his buds are a little uneasy, but what can they do? >So they keep going further into the woods, following this beaten trail made by thousands of trainees before them >They're told to keep as quiet as possible, guns out, night vision goggles on, so on as it's a simulation >Suddenly the drill sergeant commands them to stop >Everyone in the group is looking around like "wtf??" >After a bit, they start their march again when about fifteen minutes later the drill sergeant calls them to stop again >He asks them if someone is moving around in front of them and when everyone denies it, he does a role call >Everyone answers, so he radios back to base camp to see if anyone has left the camp >after a few minutes, another sergeant radioes back saying no, no one had left, he just did a head count >Alrighty, then. The drill sergeant still seems a little on edge, says what he saw was human shape and are you sure none of the boys are out here? >Negative >At this point, half the group is wary, the other half is joking about some hunter or poacher who snuck onto the land, even though it's government owned >They continue with their march, stop a bit after to take a hydration and piss break >Drill sergeant still seems on edge >John is with a few guys, waiting for the others to come back from pissing >The rest come back, complaining about this weird metallic smell, like blood >A few other dudes joke about how the hunter must've killed a deer or something >Everyone laughs just to ease the tension I guess >They hear this weird laugh coming close by a few seconds later, like someone is a little late to the joke >However, as described by John, it didn't really sound human. It sounded like a strange mixture of an animal laughing and mechanical human laughter >He says by now he can smell the metallic blood scent the other guys were complaining about and it was pretty strong >Drill sergeant demands that whoever the fuck is out there to get back here and stop being so slow >The thing laughs again >Drill sergeant seems really on edge and he tells everyone to keep their weapons out and that they're going back to camp >Nothing else really happened, the metallic smell stopped only when they were in sight of the camp, no one saw anything in their goggles >When anyone asked the drill sergeant what was up he would just tell them to stfu and keep their mouths shut.

come on im dieing to hear the rest

So are you butthurt, or what?

Oh!! That was it I'm sorry. It was super scary but I imagine being out there would make it freaky. John has had weird shit happen to him during training

>force of a thousand vuvuzelas holy shit kek'd so hard

>>be me Who are you usually? Are you a horse? You're a horse, aren't you?

damn it was just getting good ;_;

They fed the fucker with drugs oh my god that's amazing

>Be part of the Expedition corps >On the surveillance team with one of the better infiltrators >Catch a human, no noise and no one saw. Perfectly textbook >Infiltrator gets in his skin >Get him into the camp >Notice something's off, humans are scratching themselves a lot and twitching around >Ohfucktheyknow.tree >Infiltrator plays it off perfectly, humans seem to relax with time >They give him some strange food that we've never seen before, it looks like a small strangely colored stone >Infiltrator seems disgusted by the taste >Human cooks it for him and puts it into a new device >All the humans are using these devices to put the new food directly into their bodies >Human does it for him >We've never seen anything like this before, the tribe leaders will be pleased with our findings >Suddenly the infiltrator starts screaming in agony, withers and dies in minutes >They poisoned him >The cunning bastards knew all along >We close and kill everyone, make sure no one escapes to tell of us >A few run and inject themselves with more of the poison and kill themselves >They actually look happy as they die >Drag off the bodies we made, leave the ones we didn't so as to not raise suspicion more than we already have

Humans are fucking crazy. They were prepared to use this strange poison on themselves when they got into the forest and judging from the wounds on their bodies, all of them have done so before. Revealing ourselves would be suicide, we should stick to covert surveillance.

spoopy

>be me >goin campen wif frens >walkn in da 4est wif qt3.15 >she grab muh dik >"Anun i no wer supos to b geti wod but i wnat ur wood" >makn out >she gts on muh dik >cum in her >she gets off >she pts her clots on >wonks at me den trns nto a raptr >rid her bak 2 cmp >open dor >get on flor >am alredy ridin dinosaur >mfw skinwlakr has muh cum nsid it >mfw skinwlaker has hueman/sknwlaker babs >mfw sklinwaker sues me 4 almnoy an chil suprot >mfw dirty skinwlaker scum

Need skippy story

this (censored) just bails. fuck you op.

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where exactly was this? like state-wise?

I sort of got a story but it's not exactly about a "skin walker"

>not gonna green text it

It was 2005 and I was at my brother's funeral, the family being first nations it was held on a reservation. it was getting late and I was hanging around off in the bushes with my recently deceased brother's best friend, we were talking about reserve dogs and how we should watch out (they are basically normal dogs that have not been domesticated and roam reservations in packs like wolves, usually looking for food)

These two guys that I didn't know came running up to us from out of no where, sort of panicky. They begin to tell us "we were just sitting in that old truck up there when we heard what sounded like a horse, then we saw this tall dark guy. We couldn't make out his face or any clothes, nothing." (for reference, the old truck was just an abandoned truck that was just sitting off in a field)

We ended up running back to the main reserve area with these two guys and they told one of the elders what they saw, one of the elders then came up to us and told us don't go outside anymore tonight.

That was it, 100% true.

Might as well tell my story.

> I was about 12 or 13 > Walking back from shopping centre in England with my uncle (around 45 years old at the time) > Decide to take a short cut and walk through the woods. It was a nice bright day, so why the fuck not. > We get the feeling that we're being watched and can hear brushes moving. > I'm telling him something about this video game while he listens. > Something in the bush repeats what I'm saying but extremely garbled. > I'm scared but don't show it. > Start closing my eyes when we walk through bits that have bushes on both sides. > It says it again, but much clearer. > My uncle looks annoyed and says "Kids with nothing better to do". > We hear it back perfectly. Like it echoed. It repeats 4 or 5 times. > We both think it's kids and decide to fuck with them. > Uncle ( He was kinda the naughty uncle. He'd let me swear around him which I wasn't supposed to do at my age) says "I'm a queer and I like blokes". > The thing repeats it perfectly and says it a few times. > We think it's hilarious and we're saying all sorts. > We start to smell a rusty smell a bit like pennies. Wasn't too odd because the lake nearby had run off pollutants. > 0 sound at all, birds have stopped, winds stopped and so have crickets. > Something starts to chase us and we get split off from one another. > I can hear uncle shouting my name so I start walking towards it. > He's in a field clearing, looking around for me. > Go towards him. > Glance back because I was always a paranoid boy. > See uncle behind me "Anon stop. I'm really hungry". > Look forward and see uncle again looking for me, look back, see a really stiff version of my uncle without much facial expression. > Bolt straight off to the clearing and we both ran home.

It fits the type of story that's usually posted here about skin walkers. I have other uncles with experiences but they refuse to talk about it.

post pasta plz

I'm going camping innawoods in two weeks /x/, how do you kill them?

How could that experience be the thing that makes you think Skinwalkers could into real?

Nevermind, you answer will be fucking stupid.

You're dumb as shit, the ending was clear as day.

Where was the camp? I swear similar situation happened with me and mates up in the watagans in new.

It was in the Glasshouse Mountains area, QLD

Goddamn, dude wanted to eat / whatever the fuck skinwalkers generally do to people and gets jacked on heroin, shit's cash.

Skinwalker confirmed to be a 4channer, no surprise there.

the older the skinwalker is, the deeper into evil they descend. many time convincing others to inbace other forms to perform murders. idk about them being canibals, tho they do use human body parts in some magic they use. >eamon inside them to justify for their murder. skinwalkers do not use it to justify anything. they are outcast if anyone found out they are one, and they are hunted like animals