Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I had never been hunting before, and I was so very young at the time. I’d practiced with my twenty-two riffle and what not out in the back, but I’d never actually ventured into a forest to hunt for squirrels or rabbits. I wanted to hunt so bad, and finally one day, my friend Traylon Vincent asked his father if he would take me on their next father-son hunting trip. Jimmy accepted, and Traylon and I made our way up to a part of North Texas. I really had no idea where we were at the time, I knew it was about an eight hour drive, and I had fell asleep. When we got there, Jimmy told me to call my mother and let her know we’d made it to his cabin ok. I love nature, but there was a very ominous feeling about this forest when I stepped out of their truck, it was like this familiar whisper was beckoning me with it’s voice. I could feel my skin crawl when Jimmy struggled to unlock the door to his rusty old cabin, I wanted nothing more than to get in that house where it was safe.

I could feel my skin crawl, the adrenaline to brace myself to run away incase something was to come, it ached up my spine so quickly. Finally, Jimmy and Traylon got the door opened, I didn’t want to seem like a woos on my first camping trip, so I just fabricated an act of content and manliness, trying to contain my composure.

The next day, Jimmy woke us up bright and early. I should mention, we were deer hunting out here. Moving on, we had just walked out of the front door, when Jimmy turned around and said. “Now I don’t mind you boys explorin’ and what not, but if you do… tell me, and give me your guns.” Which was understandable, we were young and naive, what adult would leave two eight year olds with a riffle? An idiot, and Jimmy Vincent was no idiot. By the end of the day, it was about five o’clock in the afternoon when Jimmy had us wrap it up. I was so excited, I’d killed my first deer today, we were even going to eat it! My heart raced! My veins pumped. I wanted nothing more than to explore the mysteries of the woods, so I could get a good view on where I would snipe in the morning.

Me and Traylon went out in those woods, daylight was dimming… so we needed to waste all the time we could before it was time to head back to bed, after all… we weren’t tired at all.

I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it had to. I don’t even understand why I didn’t hear his foot steps pace in another direction. But me and Traylon were separated from each other, and I found myself walking down the dim paths of the forest shouting for my friend.

Hours passed, and the sun was going down, leaving that orange tint in the sky. I had walked those woods from five’oclock to eight when it happened.

I tripped over a tree stump. I was so exhausted, dirty and sweaty from the many layers of camouflage I was wearing, that I just took off my shirt and laid on a large hill of vines.

Then… I’ll never forget this, as long as I live I will – never – forget this awful experience I am forced to live with that not a soul would dare to believe me on.

A vine, a ventricle, something… some sort of green-vine like tentacle rose up from under the very stump I was sitting on. The tentacle just rose up in front of my face. The was a nub at the very end of the ventricle, like it was some sort of hatch. I was so petrified with shock and fear that I could only sit there shivering like a mad-man as the ventricle came closer and closer to my face.

Suddenly, the hatch at the end of it opened up… at first I expected it to be a mouth of some sort, ney… it was an eye…

Hoh’ that eye…that horrible golden eye, the eye was pure gold, with a tiny black pupil in the middle of it that grew smaller as it stared down the very bottom of my soul. As I stared down the eye, I found myself lost… Lost behind the window of this speechless creature that merely observed me and watched me, stared me down in curiosity!

Forever I have lived to tell this awful and life changing experience, none have believed my tale…and I’m sure none ever will. But heed my warning, reader… this tale is -very- true, believe it or not. Something supernatural exists on this world of ours, perhaps in a warped or distorted mirror of our realm…

But they do exist.

Thankfully I had finally found the courage to jump from that stump and run as far as possible. As I paced down that dark-forest path… I looked over my shoulder just to see if that eye was staring me down. It was, as expected… but the vine-like creature didn’t come after me, most likely because it was rooted to the ground.

After about 45 minutes of running, I could see blue and red LED lights flashing in the forest. Thank God.
Police officers. My living nightmare was over.

Sent in by Cole Mcneil, Copyright 2011