Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Thing in the Woods Watched Me Twice—And I Know It Was Never Just My Imagination PART1 #71

Episode Date: July 8, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #woodscreep #unseenwatcher #paranormalencounter #fearintheforest #unknownpresence  This story recounts the chilling experience of someone who feels observed by an unknown entity while alone in the woods. After the first unsettling encounter, a second sighting confirms the fear that it was never just their imagination. The narrative explores themes of isolation, the unknown, and primal fear.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, foresthorror, paranormaltales, scarywoods, creatureinwoods, unsettlingencounter, unseenentity, fearoftheunknown, nightinthewoods, survivalstory, creepyencounters, darkforest, truehorrorstory, terrorinthewoods, spinechilling

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Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard pricing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Back in 2007, I was 12 years old visiting my dad at his double-white trailer out in Ville, North Carolina. The place sat on 20 acres of land, peaceful, isolated, surrounded by woods and fields, and it was all paid off.

My dad lived a debt-free life, just him and his pit bull, China. That summer day was warm and bright, the sky so clear it almost looked fake. I was outside doing what I usually did, goofing off with a stick, pretending it was a sword, probably yelling something about pirates or knights, fully immersed in whatever imaginary battle I had going on. China, my dad's pit bull, was tied to a runner in the backyard. That leash gave her the freedom to roam all around, but on that day she just laid under the porch in the shade, her belly pressed to the cool dirt. I remember whacking trees with my stick when something interrupted my play. Our neighbor's German shepherd went ballistic. That dog barked all the time,

but this wasn't the usual ruckus. This was wild. The dog sounded rabbit. The dog sounded rabbit. barking like it wanted to murder something. So naturally, I looked. I walked back toward the trailer, crossed the dirt path, and looked up the driveway where I could see the shepherd leaping at the fence. I glanced at China,

who had gotten up but wasn't barking. She was just staring into the trees to the left. I followed her gaze, expecting to see a bear or maybe a coyote. I wasn't scared yet, just curious. And then I noticed something wrong in the shadows. The wind was moving the tree branches, making the shadows dance, but one shadow didn't move. It stayed perfectly still. I squinted and realized it wasn't a shadow. It was something,

something big. Built like a linebacker, hunched forward. It had jet black fur, kind of silky looking, and it stood easily six, maybe seven feet tall. I took one step forward, like an idiot, to see better. That's when it raised one of its hands, not paws, hands. It had claws, long and sharp, and it rested them against a tree trunk. Then it growled. I made eye contact with it. For a moment, I thought it was a guy carrying a dog over his shoulder. But no, that was its face. It had a long snout, two rows of nasty teeth, and glowing yellow eyes. It stared right at me, like it was trying to decide something. I don't remember turning, but I must have,

because the next thing I know I was sprinting for the back door of the trailer. I grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and slammed my shoulder into the door, but it didn't budge. Locked. Completely freaking out, I dove under the porch next to China. She crawled back with me, and we huddled there together, her growling low and deep every now and then. We just laid there in the dirt, hiding.

I don't know how long we stayed under there. It felt like forever. Eventually, dusk started to creep in, and I got the nerve to crawl back out. I ran around the front, dashed inside, and locked the door behind me. That's when the panic attack hit. I couldn't breathe. I was shaking so bad I nearly fell over. And then I realized I left China out there. Still tied to her line. I wanted to her line. I wanted to go back, to get her, but I couldn't make myself do it. I was paralyzed by fear. I pounded on my dad's bedroom door, begging him to bring her inside. He was already half asleep and just mumbled something like, she'll be fine. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, praying morning

would come fast. I kept listening for barks. Nothing. My dad woke me up in the morning, knocking on my door. He led me outside and pointed across the property. The chicken coop had been broken into. Every single hen. Dead. Torn apart. Two goats that had been tied nearby. Same thing. Their bodies were shredded. It was brutal. I checked under the porch and to my immense relief, there was China, just sitting there quietly. Dad checked her teeth for feathers, blood, and Anything. Nothing. Same with the neighbor's German Shepherd. Neither dog had signs of being involved. I told him about what I saw, about the creature in the trees. He didn't take it seriously, brushed it off like some kind of childhood fantasy. I told my mom, cousins, a few friends.

No one believed me. Not a single person, but I know what I saw. And the older I get, the more vivid it becomes. Most memories fade. This one. There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes.

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Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months Search Sports Extra New Sports Extra customers only Stand-upressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply You didn't deserve what happened And it doesn't have to define you

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I've even drawn it, tried to get it on paper. Every sketch. The same creature. Looking back, I should have gone to the spot where I saw it and looked for tracks, some kind of proof. But I was too shaken. Dad decided it must have been a pack of coyotes. But I know better. Coyotes don't walk on two legs.

coyotes don't have glowing eyes and clawed hands. China became an indoor dog after that. I begged him. I was sure she was the reason I made it out of that day alive. She had my back when no one else did. It's okay if you don't believe me. Most people don't. But don't ignore your gut.

When something deep in your brain screams danger, listen. Be open to the impossible. It might just save your life. Years passed, and I tried to forget. Life moved on. But then, around 2017 or so, a video went viral. It was supposedly some huge spider-like creature crawling up the side of a building in Russia. The internet exploded over it. People were debating if it was real, CGI, a hoax. Me? I went cold. My blood, my blood froze watching that thing move. Even though the video was fake, it stirred something in me. A memory buried so deep I hadn't even known it was there. That night, I shut every curtain in the

house, turned off all the lights, and curled up in bed, shaking. I stayed like that for a day and a half. Couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Too scared to get the mail. My mind wasn't telling me I was being hunted. But the fear, it was primal. The memory that came back. Early 90s. I must have been six or seven. My parents were writing a book on birds, so we were camping deep inside a national forest. We'd spent the whole day hiking, and I crashed early in my little kid-sized tent. Woke up before the sun the next day and decided to sit outside on a fold-out chair that overlooked a Valley. There were three sets of binoculars, two for them, and an old pair they brought for me. I grabbed mine and started scanning the trees, looking for birds. I didn't spot any, but

something blue caught my eye. A tent. Far away. Maybe a hundred yards, maybe more. I zoomed in. It looked empty. The flap was closed. Nothing moved. Bored, I let my gaze drift. That's when I saw it. No sounds. No footsteps. Just this thing moving between trees. At first, I thought it was an elephant, massive, grayish. But then I got a better look. It had four long, spindly legs. Crooked like they bent the wrong way. The body was this swollen, dark mass that the legs connected to. And it had antlers. Or maybe Maybe horns. Jagged and unnatural.

I stood up, heart hammering. Lowered the binoculars. It didn't make a sound. Just glide it toward the blue tent like it had a purpose. Like it knew someone was inside. I don't know what happened after that. The memory cuts off. I never told my parents.

Hell, I don't even know if I fully remembered it until that Spider video knocked it loose. But now I wonder, what the hell did I see that day? Twice in my life I've come face to face with things I can't explain. Once in the woods as a kid. Once in my dad's backyard in North Carolina. Maybe we aren't meant to understand everything. Maybe there are creatures that live in the cracks of reality, things we only glimpse by accident. But they're real.

I know they are. To be continued.