Boy Scout Horror

Twelve years old, and turning into the new hard core boy scout tribe in my town. This was not the, "lets go camping this weekend and i'll bring the grill and camper trailer!" camping. This was, "Here's a match, a knife, and a tarp. I'll be back in 3 days. Good luck." kind of camping in the middle of the woods at 9,000ft elevation.

During this trip i was told the scariest damn story you could have ever hear of for a 12 year old. My scout leader began this story probably around midnight as we circled the campfire. I don't know where we were exactly, somewhere in the high mountains of Utah i believe. I still don't know whether he thought it was actually true or not, (very doubtful) but here it is..
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"My grandfather was a wood cutter back in the day. He and several other men would have to leave their wives and cut wood in the middle of the forest for months at a time and hunt for food and store water when they could. They were true rough mountain men.

A workers wife would travel 4 hours just to see her husband during these long months. This stunningly beautiful wife would bring several different kinds of bread and maybe some treats for the workers as well. A few of these men built a series of cabins that stretched between a miles of the forest. Well, as you may know, a man can get mighty lonely up in the forest by himself. Especially, if he doesn't have a woman at home waiting for him. Sam, a strange man that never talked much but just had that different 'feel' about him, probably because he had these black, empty looking eyes. Sam  was always eying this other mans wife during the visits throughout the year.

One day, the wife came crying to her husband saying that Sam stopped her in the middle of the dirt road. Demanding for certain favors that she wasn't going to do but she broke free and ran. The husband was furious. He was going to kill Sam. The husband waited for Sam to fall asleep in one of the cabins in the woods. When he was sure he was asleep, he barricaded the door and sparked flames onto the cabin. Watching it ignite, grow, and consume the cabin. He could hear Sam scream from inside. Blood curling screams that pierced through the morals and the skin of the husband. While the cabin continued to burn, the husband turned his back and left.

Several days later the other workers found the ashes of the cabin. They weren't sad though, they too were actually relieved that Sam was gone.

A few months later,  the same young, beautiful wife was making her routinely trip to her husband in the mountains. About three hours into the trip, she heard footsteps behind her. When she looked back though, nothing was there. Closer and closer the footsteps would seem to be but whenever she looked back, everything went silent. Again, she started walking, then moved into a run, then a full out sprint along this dirt trail. A shadow of a man would flash by her side, a deep laughing echoed throughout the forest and her mind. Screaming for help, desperate for someone to help her out in the middle of this empty forest. It  was getting closer again. Her legs were burning, tiring. She was slowing down, but the thing was still right by her, she knew it. Acknowledging that the worst was about to happen she collapsed.

The husband was on his way to work, following the dirt trial along the forest. Head down, daydreaming about when he would see his wife (he knew it would be soon), he tripped and fell into the dirt. As he was getting up and becoming aware of his surroundings, a triangular pattern of rocks enclosed him and the drained, blood stained head of his wife amidst the ashes of an day old campfire.
His wife was decapitated and the rest of her body was burnt into ash. Now enraged, he knew of only one person who could have done this and that was Sam. Against the disbelief that Sam wasn't dead from the previous event,Sam would come for him next.

The husband gathered the rest of the other 3 workers and barricaded themselves in another cabin a few miles away and waited. Night fell and they were still waiting for this monster to appear. Soon enough, they heard rustling outside of the cabin. Pounding on the door echoed the cabin, but it was too barricaded for anything to break through. Then footsteps were echoing on the roof. Minutes of silence filled the air, complete silence. That deep demonic laugh echoed throughout the cabin followed by a whisper,   "you can't kill something that has already died....." A worker lit the lamp in the cabin in the darkness. In the opposite corner, in the shadows, the charred, black, burnt corpse of Sam stood up.

Screams filled the cabin, slipping on wet dirt from the blood of his coworkers he moved the barricades off the door of the cabin. Escaping with three long scratches that cut through his shirt, into his skin. Looking back he saw the cabin light up in flames. For the second time, he heard the screams of the living roasting inside with the demon keeping them company.

Running along the outskirts of the cabin where makeshift tents were held, the husband searched for the emergency radio that was left inside. Finding the radio, he called and connected with a dispatcher, crying he demanded for help as soon as possible in the mountains.

A search team found the husband lying in one of the makeshift tents, dead from the infection of scratches on his back. The husband wrote down what happened on paper. Knowing that he was going to die, he begged that nobody else must come here. Sam won't let you leave alive."

-----That night i slept with my pocket knife in my sleeping bag. Following the next day we hiked around the mountains and came across two burned down, ancient looking cabins only miles apart. My scout leader said, "let me know if you see anything running through the trees ok boys?" in a completely serious tone. I was a damn wreck that whole hellish weekend. I hate camping.

The old haunted house of Cedar City!

Here in Cedar, there is a house that is surely haunted. Anyone that has lived there can confirm that. Within the next week a buddy of mine plan on exploring it!!!

Some have heard the sound of a little girl playing around in the kitchen. Opening all the cabinets and slamming them back shut in the middle of the night. 

A middle aged man, who's name is believed to be Hector, lives upstairs and walks from room to room. Slowly opening and shutting the doors as he wanders the halls of the house.

Finally, there is a spirit of old lady that is trapped within her old room. Once a resident of her house, she grew old and crippled. Not being able to get out of her house she lost contact of those outside. Years passed and the more lonely this poor old woman came to be. Trapped in her own room, curses of god and life engorged the last days of her life. Managing to be brought to the hospital, she slipped away. Only for her spirit to be pulled back into the room that prisons her.
Now, you can hear her curses of hated towards the happy and living at night. Full of hated, her shadows can be seen pacing around the walls and moaning in misery.


Recently, the residents of this house has found a tunnel under the house. Connecting to a hole under the staircase to the houses basement AND to a circular room under the basement full of cobwebs. It is so dark, some believe that sacrifices were held here.

I have spent 20 minutes in this house myself two years ago and left in a hurry out of confusion and... well... just being creeped out like no other.Hopefully I will have a update for this weekend about this adventure!

Late night traveler in Northern AZ

This story was shared by: Anonymous 

"Several of us were on our way to our friends house that lived by the other Native American reservation on the opposite side of the mountain, about 45 minutes away.  I had four friends with me in my new car and we were meeting others at a gas station that was about at the 30 minute mark.

There is a stretch of the highway where it dips down into the valley, out of sight, out of cell phone service. It really is a dead area. As I was driving, approaching this stretch, i saw a man on the side of the road just beyond the barb-wire fence on the side of the road. He was huge, like seven feet tall it would seem. He was almost naked, it seemed he was wearing like a type of loincloth. As we drove by i looked into my rear view mirror and he dissapeared.

I believed i was seeing things and my imagination was playing tricks on me. I didn't say anything and continued driving while my friends yelled at each other having a good time.

We started the decline into the dead stretch. Pitch black surrounding us, (it was like one in the morning) and i saw a figure at the end of my high-beams. It looked like a man again. This time my friend in the passenger seat saw it and screamed telling me to swerve around him. The whole car full of screaming young people went around this tall dark figure of the night. Catching everyone's attention, they started talking to each other wondering what the hell that guy was doing in the middle of the road at night.

We climbed our way onto the other side of the mountain, onto the last part of the stretch in the desert. Almost out of danger and a rest at the gas station. The same dark figure was now straight ahead of us. I tried to turn out of the way, but the steering wheel locked up. I tried braking but it didn't work. We were heading straight for this dark demon and couldn't do anything about it. Closer and closer, the figure didn't move and we hit it. When i say we hit it, i mean, somehow, we went straight through it. The car died, lost all power as this spirit drifted through my car and everything went so, so cold. Not a soaking wet cold, but a hollow, emotionless cold. The car continued to roll at 70 mph with no power until we came to a  stop a mile away from the incident. I started the car back up with the girls and friends petrified.

We rolled into the gas station shivering, with our friends waiting. I was so drained i sat there, not moving. I don't remember what happened for the rest of the night."


-The sheer number of stories of these Skin Walkers in Southern Utah, Arizona and desert valleys around is overwhelming. Some people love these stories because they're entertaining, some don't believe in them at all, but all stories were made with a bit of truth at some time...