Fifteen Scary Stories

Skinwalker

My son and I got out of the truck, and walked into the woods with hunting gear. We walked far into the woods before setting our stuff down and setting it up. I looked over at my son and smiled as he put bullets in the gun. Today, we were hunting, and this, was his first time.

I was going to make sure he and I had fun on this trip. After I took his older sister, he wouldn't stop asking if he couldn't go, but I always said no cause he was to young. Now though, hes old enough, and I plan on giving him the best experience.

I smiled again as he handed me the loaded gun. He loaded his gun after, and looked at me for the next task. I nodded at him, and walked away from our gear as he followed.

Throughout the day, we shot a few animals. I allowed him to do most of the work while I spectated. He was wanting to do it anyway and right now, he was skinning a deer we just shot. I smiled at his work. He was doing a great job, especially for his first time.

All the sudden, we hear loud rustling coming from out far left. We both looked over there, and picked up our guns. I however, stopped my son from going over to the noise. For some reason, my protective fatherly instinct kicked in. I told him to continue skinning the animal while I check it out. He protested, but gave up after he knew he wasn't going to win.

I watched him as his focus went back on the animal. I turned back at where the noise had came from, and followed it. I walked about 50 feet away from where my son was and looked around however, I didn't find anything.

After not finding anything, I let my guard down, and turned back in the direction of my son. As I turned around, I heard my sons voice coming from my right. I looked toward the direction, and heard it again. Now hearing for a second time had me questioning. It didn't really sound like my son. But in a way, it did. And what was he doing over there? Wasn't he skinning the animal?

After I heard his voice for the third time I decided to check it out. I walked in the direction for a while before coming to a stop as I heard my sons voice behind me. I turned around, and saw him staring at me weirdly. He asked what was I doing.

I didn't respond to the question. I looked at him, then back in the direction I heard his voice. How....what happened? I looked back at my son and explained what happened. As I was explaining, I noticed his eyes had widen. I stopped in mid sentence, and turned around to see what he was looking at, and that's when I went wide eyed myself.

Right there, stood a creature, no, a human. Honestly, I couldn't tell what it was. It was tall, pale, feathery, and looked to be disfigured. It was staring right at us.

I stared in shock and terror at the creature for a bit before remembering my son stood behind me. I quickly got out of my senses, grabbed my paralyzed son, and ran. We ran all the way out of the woods and into the truck, forgetting about our hunting equipment.

I started the vehicle, and drove off. I looked over at my son worriedly and seen he was still paralyzed in fear.

The creature will probably haunt my sons dreams. But what's worst, is that this experience will probably keep my son from wanting to go hunting again. Honestly? I don't blame him.

Based on the legend Skinwalkers.