Horror Stories With 9 Angels

Creature at the cabin door

Tiffany

  In the spring , 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.