Goatman

About five years ago, me, my brother Fredrik, mum and dad were going to go camping. We had found a place at a camp resort, but our place was a little deeper into the forest, my mum and dad thought that it would feel more like we were out in the wild I guess. We were supposed to meet a camp leader there, he would talk to us about safety reasons, where to find the camp, warn us about places where we couldn't go and stuff like that. When we arrived he stood there waiting for us, mum let me and Fredrik go explore a little around the area, while mum and dad talked to the leader. He started talking to them about the things I described, but he mentioned one thing that made my parents a little concerned.
- I should probably warn you guys about the creature in this area. The man said.
- E-Excuse me? What creature? Mum asked curiously.
- About 2 years ago, a few campers found a creature in this exact area, he was.. tall, very skinny, dead pale skin, and white-like eyes, with some sort of goat beard, and the creature didn't have feet.. it had hoofs. The man described the thing he was talking about.
- W-Why do you let people still camp here if this 'thing' is still around?! Mum asked in a little annoyed and worried tone.
- Don't ask me, ask the boss. The man said and raised his hands to defend himself.
My parents didn't ask more about the creature and the camp leader soon left. We sat up our tents and started the fire.
After a while it had already gotten dark, we all sat around the fire. I was curled up to my brother. Yeah, as kids we always stuck together, we still do. He's an amazing brother, he protects me from anything he can, and he always makes sure I'm ok.
After we ate me and my brother were tired so we went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside. It sounded like someone walking on leaves and branches on the ground. At first I thought it was just a deer, but then I realized that the steps sounded too heavy to be from a deer. I had gotten pretty scared already, probably cause I was only four or five years old. The footsteps were right above my head and outside of the tent. I turned to the side to see if Fredrik was hearing the footsteps as well. And he was. His face was pale and I saw fear in his eyes. It made me even more afraid to what could be out there. He whispered to me.
- What do we do??
- I don't know! I whispered back with a shaky voice.
My brother is all sorts of things. He's caring, funny, thoughtful, and lazy. But he's also very brave, he always has been and he always will be. Right then I hated that he had to be so brave. Because he grabbed a baseball bat and he started to open the tent.
- What are you doing?! I almost yelled.
He probably heard me but he didn't care. He had already opened the tent and was on his way out. I definitely wasn't going to let my brother go out to whatever was out there alone so I followed him. I picked the flashlight with me just in case. We scanned the area and didn't see anything until... behind us.. stood a tall, very skinny, dead pale skin, white like eyed creature... it was absolutely terrifying.. and we just stood there, completely paralyzed. And the only thing that brought us back to reality, was the horrible, high pitched sound that came out of the creature. It almost sounded like a hyena laughing and like someone reading 'Ha ha ha ha' out of a script. It was the scariest and most annoying sound I have ever heard, and my heart was beating even faster once the creature started taking steps towards us. Fredrik had also realized that this thing didn't want us any good, so he started to bam the baseball bat against a tree and it scared the creature away. Right before it ran away our parents had come out to us and they saw the creature as well before it ran away... I immediately fell down to the ground and started crying. My mother rushed up to me and held me in her arms trying to calm me down. Fredrik was a lot better at keeping calm than I was. Dad was standing next to Fredrik and asking him what had happened. We didn't stay at that camp any longer. We all knew we had to get away from there. What was that thing we saw out there that night? I had no idea until I had heard the episode of a Swedish podcast called Creepypodden in Swedish, and translated to Creepypodcasts in English. That episode was called Getmannen or Goatman in English. That's when I realized that, that was what we had seen that night. I'm still utterly terrified. And I am never going back to that camp or forest ever again.
———————————————————————— OMG!! I can't believe I shared this with everyone! This was pretty hard for me to write because I was afraid to be laughed at or judged because of this. I'm telling you again, this has happened to me in real life. No kidding. I'm dead serious. So hopefully people will understand and again you don't have to believe me but at least understand that this was hard for me to share. Anyways hope you all have a good day, evening, night or whateva!
Baii!
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