Video 4 : Skinwalker

This incident took place in 2021. I was in the fifth grade, traveling with my elder brother, William, and our family to Germany for a vacation. We were driving through the famous Black Forest, a place known for its eerie legends and mysterious past. It was nighttime, and my father was behind the wheel. He was an experienced driver and loved driving himself during long trips, despite being a businessman. William, who was in the eighth grade, sat beside me in the backseat, enjoying the scenic yet unsettling route.

My grandfather, however, had stayed back home due to his poor health. Around 10 PM, after having dinner at a roadside inn, we resumed our journey. An hour later, we found ourselves deep in the dense, deserted Black Forest. Everything was fine until I suddenly screamed in terror.

My family panicked, asking what had happened. I told them I saw my grandfather standing by the roadside, waving at us to stop. My parents reassured me, saying, "Grandfather is at home. Maybe you saw someone who looked like him." No one seemed to notice that there were no villages, no houses, or even a single soul in sight.

Since no one took my words seriously, we continued. By 11:30 PM, we were completely engulfed by the dark, towering trees of the forest when suddenly, our car broke down. No matter how many times my father tried to restart it, the engine wouldn't turn on. Frustration grew—this had never happened before.

Out of nowhere, a man riding a bicycle appeared in the distance. He stopped near our car and spoke to my father. He claimed that help wouldn’t reach us here, as the area was too isolated. However, he introduced himself as a mechanic and offered to help fix the car.

With no phone signals and no other choice, we had to trust him. As he worked on the car, a sense of relief settled in. Even I stepped outside, standing by the roadside with William, breathing in the crisp night air. But then, my blood ran cold.

I saw him again. My grandfather—standing in a clearing, smiling eerily, motioning for me and William to come closer. My body froze, my mind trapped in a trance-like state. I felt compelled to walk toward him, but just as I took a step, William grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

I immediately told my family what I saw. The mechanic, overhearing this, laughed and said, "Son, that’s a Skinwalker! You must not fall for its tricks." He explained that this forest was full of such entities and warned us that the road ahead was dangerous. He advised us to take a shortcut—just a right turn ahead—which would lead us quickly to the highway.

Since my father was unfamiliar with the area, he followed the mechanic’s advice. Once the car was fixed, the mechanic took his payment and rode off into the darkness. We drove ahead, following the shortcut.

But the road did not lead to the highway. Instead, it led us into a marshy, deserted area with a large pond ahead. The car wheels sank into the mud, making it impossible to move. The realization hit us—we had been misled. The mechanic had deliberately sent us here. As panic set in, the towering trees seemed to close in on us, blocking any sign of escape. The forest, once silent, now echoed with unsettling whispers.

Then, we heard splashing water. Turning toward the pond, we saw a figure emerging. Under the pale moonlight, an old man slowly walked towards us. His movements were deliberate, unnatural.

My father stepped out, attempting to ask for help, but as he moved closer, the old man vanished into thin air. A dense mist rolled in, suffocating us in an unnatural fog. A chilling cold seeped into my bones.

"Do you hear that?" William whispered, his voice trembling.

Soft whispers surrounded us. Unseen figures seemed to move in the shadows. My phone suddenly buzzed—I had a signal! Without thinking, I dialed my grandfather’s number. But on the other end, I heard nothing but distorted static.

Then, the car headlights flickered and died. With no other option, we decided to abandon the car and find our way back to the main road on foot. But the path twisted and turned, as if the forest itself was shifting around us.

Then, we saw him again. The same old man stood at the water’s edge. His eyes glowed unnaturally, and his grin stretched wider than any human should be able to. My body locked in terror. A voice whispered in my head: "Don’t trust him."

Suddenly, our grandfather’s voice echoed through the trees, calling our names. Desperate, we ran toward it, but the sound kept moving further and further away. The whispers around us intensified, drowning our thoughts.

Just as we thought all hope was lost, headlights shone in the distance. A car was approaching. It stopped right beside us, and the window rolled down.

It was the mechanic.

"Are you lost?" he asked, his voice unsettlingly calm.

"We’ve been stuck here for hours! We need help, please!" my father pleaded.

Without a word, the mechanic gestured for us to get in. As soon as we did, the car sped off. The mist slowly faded behind us. But something felt wrong. The road stretched endlessly, and the headlights flickered every few seconds.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached a small town. The mechanic stopped, turned to us, and in a chilling voice said, "You’re safe now. But never enter that forest again. The Skinwalker never lets go of those it chooses."

Then, he drove off into the night, disappearing as mysteriously as he had appeared.

We never spoke of that night again. But even now, when I pass through dense forests, I feel an unseen presence watching, waiting—for another chance to call me into the dark.

                                                 Story 2 :   If you take the backroads, don’t stop. 

 My girlfriend and I liked to drive on the weekends. Something we both had in common was that when we were younger, our families would take us on road trips on the weekends to break away from the weekly monotony. This is something that we kept going well into adulthood, and after a long week of soul crushing 9 to 5, we would pack up and go on adventures together. After our most recent adventure, we were heading back home when a traffic accident stopped all highway traffic dead for hours. “At this rate, we aren’t gonna get back home in time.” My girlfriend said while browsing reddit on her phone. “Well, it’s not like I can fly the car over the traffic. We knew this adventure was risky.” We didn’t have room for error when driving out of state. A delay like this would run us the risk of missing work and eating into our paychecks, and when you’re a young American couple with debt and living paycheck to paycheck, that’s not really an option.

“I’m gonna try to see what the hold up is, try to find us another route.” I got out of my car and walked down the road to see how bad the situation was and maybe get an update on how long we would be stuck here for. I didn’t get the chance to talk to anyone, maybe three minutes into my walk I could see dozens of police, fire and rescue vehicles trying to stop a fire caused by a collision. Needless to say, we wouldn’t be going anywhere for hours. Defeated, I walked back to my car. “Well, it looks like were fucked.” I said to my girlfriend while I closed the car door. “Not necessarily, I found a road that will take us around the highway crash.” That was odd…then again, google maps never gives you the fastest route to a place. “Why didn’t we see that before?” I asked as my girlfriend showed me her phone screen.

There was a backroad that google had not even recommended. It would have us getting back on track in about an hour, much faster than waiting around for emergency services to clear the road for traffic to flow. Without much hesitation I said fuck it and passed a few cars to do an illegal u turn. Thankfully cops were too busy to notice me driving away in the opposite direction. Night had caught up to us while on the road and the closer we got to the backroads we would see less signs of civilization. When we finally got to the road it was in pretty bad conditions: potholes and unkept woods would make our drive that much slower.

We had not seen post lights, other cars or houses for miles. Driving on that road had me extremely nervous although I tried not to show it for my girlfriends’ sake. This would not be the road anyone would like to be stuck in the middle of the night. Just like I had somehow brought that thought into the universe, we saw a stalled car in the road. The road wasn’t wide for two vehicles to ride alongside each other without one driving into the woods and I was not looking to mess up our only way out of this creepy place.

I parked the car ten feet behind the vehicle in front of us. “You know this is how every horror movie starts right?” My girlfriend said while very clearly terrified. “I know but there’s not many options here.” I reached into the glove box and grabbed my glock. I’ve never actually shot the thing aside from the range but maybe it would help me feel better about walking out of my perfectly fine car. It didn’t.

I slowly walked towards the car with my phone’s flashlight leading the way and my gun in the other hand. The car lights were on and I was close enough to hear it was on. “Hey, do you need some help?” I asked firmly, trying to not let my voice tremble. No reply came from the car. As I got next to it, I could see no one was in it. it didn’t make sense for someone to just leave their car running in the middle of the road, so I immediately raised my gun and looked around. I’ve heard of assholes doing this sort of thing to rob anyone that stopped to help. My heart skipped a beat as I looked in the back of the car and realized there was an empty baby seat. It took me a few moments to snap out of the shock and confusion, but I sat on the driver’s seat and moved the car out of the road.

As soon as I stepped out, I realized that aside from my breathing, the night was as quiet as the dead. An overwhelming sense of dread showered over me, and I nearly had a heart attack when I heard a voice scream out. “help me!” someone cried out from somewhere in the woods. Something was not right with that voice. It didn’t sound like a voice that could ever come from a human. “Please help me. It took my baby.” I stayed just as quiet as the first time it spoke. Whatever was calling for help was a few feet in front of me in the woods. I tried to ignore it, every fiber in my being wanted to sprint back to my car and drive away to safety…but a morbidly curious part of me forced Me to point my phones flashlight in the direction the voice was coming from.

In the tree line, I could make out the humanoid shape of…something. No human had such features, but I could tell it was holding on to something human… the small fat leg of a baby he was still munching on like a chicken leg. I stopped breathing for a few moments when it shot me a sickening smile. His grotesque crooked fangs were stained with crimson. I completely freaked out. I dropped my phone and immediately unloaded my gun straight at the fucker, only stopping when pulling the trigger did nothing.

I picked up my phone from the ground and started to carefully walk back to my car. “You missed me.” Something said in a mocking tone too fucking close to me in the darkness. I sprinted as fast as I possibly could back to my car and floored it as soon as I locked my door. I sped so fast out of that road I almost crashed multiple times even when I was miles away from that place. I didn’t even register my girlfriend wasn’t in the passenger seat anymore.