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22nd January 2020, 09:20 PM
Mine is kinda short but I dont find a need for excessive story fluff like often seen.
Pre context
Setting: South Mountains in Arizona
Did you experience this for reals?: yes
What are skin walkers?:In Navajo culture, a skin-walker is a type of harmful witch who has the ability to turn into, possess, or disguise themselves as an animal.
Find out more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin-walker
The story:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
Pre context
Setting: South Mountains in Arizona
Did you experience this for reals?: yes
What are skin walkers?:In Navajo culture, a skin-walker is a type of harmful witch who has the ability to turn into, possess, or disguise themselves as an animal.
Find out more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin-walker
The story:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
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23rd January 2020, 06:21 AM
I really like the story, and I hope you enjoy this edited version with some grammatical changes:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
Coolest LOTB Ever
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23rd January 2020, 02:57 PM
Tobob wrote on 23rd January 2020, 06:21 AM:
I really like the story, and I hope you enjoy this edited version with some grammatical changes:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.
Oh thankyou so much (: Ill change it as of now