I have an accurate story of a call at night that scared the shit out of me and my mom so here it goes: I was asleep when I awoke to my mom urgently waking me to notify me that someone had just called to her from our gate which was not visible from our porch due to some trees and the winding of the driveway, anyway when I awoke I instinctively told her to arm herself and I did the same with a glock. Shortly after this I went outside and made sure to check the perimeters, scanning around and looking for said person/thing. After I had gotten done, I went back to the front to fire a warning shot into the ground, a little after this we hear another “hey!” similar to the one my mom had heard before. I then told the voice that they should get the fuck out of there and that we were not going to help them in anyway. I suppose that worked since the perpetrator ended up not doing anything else to us that night. More context to the story- we live in the boonies, about 1 mile from the next neighbor, on a dirt road, and about 10 miles from town. This was chilling only due to the fact that we know that people that are out late on our road are most likely doing something they should not be doing (due to the fact that not many people live on this road). Hope this creeps you out a little bit because it definitely activated my fight or flight when it happened.
I’m a city suburbs girl married to a country boy from Appalachian mountains. Whenever I visit there, it’s so beautiful just like a different world. What saddens me is that the people are so poor there and they have been exploited by big mining companies for generations. The poverty is heartbreaking. I know that the city folks look down on these people, but I find them to be kind and welcoming and just so genuine.
I would agree most probably are. But there's a very fine line between country folk. And people who want to be left alone. The harder they are to get to.. the less interaction they want with this fucked up world
@JaquetaNickson oh. Definitely exploited too..leave it to.. anyone who devolved through public schools to ignore the obvious... All people are exploited... Even the rich
I live in and grew up in the Appalachian mtn.’s. I’ve always been a loner and I spent a lot of my preteen to adult teen life in the woods alone and yes I have heard my name being called on many occasions while riding my horse along old logging trails. I’ve seen and heard unexplainable things in these woods, crazy things.
I have ridden my horse all over the woods in Cross Lanes and never had anyone call my name... unless it was a person. I spent many happy days walking through the woods but never saw anything unusual. My grandfather and his grandfather always went "singing", digging Ginseng, and that is in deep woods. He never saw anything either but it makes for good tourism. 😂 Although, once I took a girl horseback riding with me and we went up to a cemetery, and I spooked her pretty good. I told her I saw a little child sitting on the headstone. LOL By the time we started home, it was getting dark, and she was worried we were lost. But, I told her the horses wanted fed and they knew how to get home... but I had to listen to her whine for a little bit. 😂
If you are already off the trail,just keep going. Never backtrack, always choose a different path. 100% factual though, Appalachia is a different kind of place, spend some time out away from people and you'll see for yourself
My favorite childhood gun. I grew up in Appalachia and not easily spooked having said that those woods are very old and at times seem less than inviting. I have no clue what this guy is referring too. I’ve seen the shadows he speaks of
I heard someone say “Hey” while I was hiking and I look behind me and I hear it again but behind a tree. So I go to the tree to investigate and it was a damn crow that learned how to say “Hey”. 😂
I have a wendigo story from the Appalachian mountains in Virginia! I was probably about 5-6 years old, it's dark at this point and I'm standing around a fire pit when I got up to wander around and find sticks/rocks, whatever made my little heart happy lol. All of a sudden I heard a strangely familiar voice calling me from the dark woods, behind my great grandpa's shed. It sounded like my mother, who was NOT in my life at this point, so naturally, I went running to see her! Then I heard my great grandfather frantically YELL my name, and told me to get my ass on the porch which was 80 feet away or so. As soon as I started walking I heard and felt a breathy, low pitched, gravely growl right behind me. I was too afraid to turn around, but I'm damn sure there was a wendigo behind me!! I feel so lucky to be alive honestly! I grew up hearing and reading stories about those woods, that I was NEVER allowed to enter. I figured it was just because of the snakes, poisonous plants, etc. Now I know how many people went missing in those woods or had terrifying experiences!!
How can you claim it was anything when you couldn’t even turn around to get a glimpse? Coulda been your imagination too coulda been a Bigfoot a cat a dog man a flying turd anything
If you hear something, no you didn't. If someone says your name, no they didn't. If you saw something, no you didn't. You should never be alone. And if you think you are, you aren't. Always trust a person from the Appalachians when they say these are rules you live by in the mountains. And one last rule, trust nature, trust your gut.
If you saw something no you didn't isn't really to avoid ghosts or nothing. It's because what Goatman is doing ain't none of your business, and what you're doing ain't none of his.
I’ve grown up in the Appalachian Mountains, constantly in the woods hiking, hunting, fishing all kinds of stuff day and night. I’ve heard about his stuff all my life but have yet to have any kind of encounter like this stuff. Maybe I’m just lucky 🤷♂️
Nah you’re just sane and not prone to flights of fancy or overactive imagination 😂 I live in the middle of nowhere Appalachia and have never had problems outside of animals, funny to see how long the old stories hang around though
good tips to follow 1-never explore the woods at night; only flee if you have to and if you have to then be as prepared as possible 2-look everywhere you step, for you might step on a copperhead 3-never whistle in the woods; hungry creatures can find you easily 4-always bring a flashlight; you never know if you will end up stranded in these woods or not 5-always have a weapon, no matter what weapon it is, keep one with you at all times 5-be careful with who you interact; I heard rumors about cannibals here 6-be quiet, and listen, for someone or something could be stalking you. 7-bring supplies for stuff like campfires, tents, etc. 8- always be with at least one buddy you know in the woods 9-if you get lost, be extremely careful and know where you are at, since the mountains have bad wifi signals
Rules 1 & 6 I'd have to debate. Rule 1 is true is true if you dont have a flashlight, aside from that there isnt any more danger at night than there is during the day. Rule 6 is horrible advice in bear country, you want them to know you're in the area, the last thing you want to do is make the bear think you're sneaking up on it. Edit: Also rule 9... Do I need to point out whats wrong with it?
There are several variations of the “shadow beings”. Another I like to call “the shimmers” are around the size of a person, and are translucent, but they distort the air around them, like heat waves when you’re looking over a really hot surface. Whatever they are, whether they look like shadows, shimmers, smoke, etc., I think they are some kind of being that lives in remote wilderness that hunts people who are vulnerable in the moment. Some say it’s responsible for the “missing 411” cases that are catalogued by David Paulides. Say what you will about Paulides, but this is an issue he’s brought tremendous attention to, and has been happening long before he started writing about it.
I've seen it. I had a dog that turned out to be half wolf, when I saw it I froze, my other dogs ran away crying, my wolf dog took my hand in his mouth and walked me to the house.
im from eastern tn/ky/va region of the appalachian mountains Never turn around in the woods- Never look back or even give credence to what you hear calling you- fuckin run run as fast as you can to the light of home. I’ve even had ones call- “mom” “mommaaa” sounding just like my kids but knowing my kids aren’t with me
I remember as a kid, going outside at night to get something from the car. I never heard or seen anything, but felt an evil presence, and if I stopped something was going to grab me, especially going up the steps (12 steps) my legs got so weak they barely held me up. But I didn't stop and I didn't look back until I got inside.
If you live alone in the appellation mountains, WHOS CALLING YOUR NAME IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE.i know it’s not your best friend Steve,keep walking
They’re called Hide Behinds in the mountains. Never whistle in the woods and never approach a deer with it’s eyes on the front of it’s head. And, whatever you do, never ever leave the trail. Not even for a second. You may never find the trail again. If you heard your name, you didn’t. If you saw something weird, you didn’t.
I grew up in a coal camp in Appalachia in the fifties. I remember playing way back on the mountain and glimpsing the Ghost man all the time slipping behind a rock or a tree. Long time ago. Thanks for bringing it back to my old mind.
I'm not so sure it's all made up. We had something in our house mimicking various family members for a rather short period of time. It was usually heard by more than one family member at a time and the person being mimicked was never at home at the time.
In indian culture if here things calling your name and you look around for it, you have basically give it a signal you acknowledge it and things latch on to you. Also most of things are commonly near water. Take it as is, I haven't run into this things in the woods but once in a while when I am home alone I hear my name and ignore it or imagination is faulty.
His name is Aman Singh. What do you think? Anyways I'm also an Indian from India but idk what this guy's saying trying to represent India. @@sycamoreresident7295
@@ItsEzraRoan Nah, indigenous Americans. They've been living and dying here far longer than anyone else, and the land remembers that. You gotta be careful near river water cause that's michi-pichew or heent-sabit territory and make sure to get the hell out of dodge if you hear an owl during winter cause contrary to popular belief, wendigo are more owl than deer.
I was camping along a stream in a holler near my home. I would go down and fish at night and only one time had I heard my name called. I had gotten into my bivy and fell asleep. Around 3 am I had to take a p. My small fire was out so I turned on the red light feature on my head lamp and went to go when I heard my name called. It was mimicking a recent girlfriend and we had broken up. I knew immediately it wasn't her. I turned off the light and made it back to my bivy. It called out again. This time a bit closer. I already knew the rule. I heard some rustling but I kept quiet. I had about 3 hours or so before sun up. It was the longest stretch of time before the sky began to brighten. As soon as I could see clearly I packed up and hiked out. While I still to this day hike and fish that holler, I do not go to that spot after sunset.
Not in the Appalachia, but here in the Rockie Mountains, we would go fishing at 11 Mile Lake in Colorado and would sleep on the bank of the lake. We'd stay up at night and night fish but more than a couple times once we would start dozing off I would here something say my name right in my ear and would instantly wake up to nothjng around us and no one else awake. It was always in a womans voice when I heard it.
It only happened to me once, and I recognized one's of my aunts voice. She died that night, even though dozens miles away from where I was living, at the time.
I hear my mom say my name sometimes right when I’m dozing off and that’s when I’m totally safe here in the house. That’s totally normal. And my mom is fine she’s not a ghost lol
@@Bamazon1990This used to happen to me a lot when my mom was living, and it was always kind of comforting to me. After she passed it stopped happening! But I don't think I'd be upset if it happened again though.
As a definite human Appalachian resident, I can deny this. It is perfectly safe to turn around, in fact, a human clown will be there to entertain you had have fun and give out candy. Again, I am human.
I would suspect that spiritual beings can work around our senses. Even deaf people can hear voices in their heads (without being metnally ill). And blind people can have visions.
When I lived in Georgia and was like 7yrs old my best friend and I would hear voices calling our names from the woods. We knew to run. It was usually close to being dark outside also. Very scary!
You couldn’t be more wrong it’s hilarious. Spend enough time out there. And I mean enough. Eventually things can happen/something will happen. For some more than others. I’ve had my fair share. Hope you get to experience it atleast once!
I lived in the Appalachian foothills in ga,one night I was fishing and heard something,I took off toward home on a 3 wheeler and something black with like a cloak on was flying behind me in the air trying to grab me off the 3 wheeler,the shit is real I promise u.
This is something I have a hard time believing. My mom went into the woods *ALONE*when she was at her grandpa’s house in the Appalachian mountains and she heard nothing like this. My dad grew up in the Appalachian mountains and I’m sure he’s probably been in the woods alone or in the woods after dark and hasn’t seen anything or heard anything like that. Edit: y’all… I asked older people in my family and they said that they had heard the rules…
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There's a lot of talk about supernatural shit in the Appalachians, but I've lived near them all my life and I'm very confident that Cthulu or whatever doesn't kill people with anywhere near the precision and enthusiasm that hunger and cold will. The elements are your biggest opp there, the main threat from thinking creatures is from chemical companies that think you need to be drinking more Teflon and coal mine owners (I have not forgiven you Don Blankenship)
Im Joe this is my wife's account it's on my tablet but anyway: I grew up against the wilderness of WV and we live way back in the wilderness now and I've never heard this crap sorry. Nobody in the WV part of Appalachia is going to ignore a cry for help just like a few weeks ago when a guy found a missing girl in the woods. There are no special rules except be respectful and don't trespass! As a rule if someone calls your name we're gonna go see who it is we don't ignore nothing that's just nuts. I feel sorry for any monsters that would wander into our woods....maybe that's why I've never seen or heard anything and sometimes I spend hours in the woods at night. I'm the scariest thing in the woods if I catch you on my land man or monste don't matter to me...
No, no, Dagon or his ilk are strictly relegated to a few Atlantic coastal regions. Maybe could show up if you come across a strange hidden lake or pool but you'd be lookin at about the same odds as runnin across an injured/grounded Polyp (which would actually be unlucky, even if it was dead!)
I saw one... in the foothills of SC... its giant hand gripped a tree as it slipped behind it right as we shined a light in its direction. Ive never seen anything like that before or after.
Rifle AND pistol is a bit overkill and heavy. But, yeah, same here. I'm always with my pistol with spare mags or a rifle/shotgun. Anyway, bullets and buckshot ain't much against the supernatural....
@@pennsyltuckyreb9800 True, but according to most accounts, when it comes to the various forms of shapeshifters, it's tough to kill them by shooting them, but it takes more than enough chunks out of them to stop the fight right then and there. Also, basically all traditional cultures believe in making noise to drive away evil spirits. And guns are pretty stupid loud. So better than nothing by a longshot, I'd say.
@CWCvilleCop Had a similar experience in an old, overgrown, haunted cemetary in Illinois about 25 years ago. Exploring the perimeter of the cemetary grounds at about midnight with my brother, when we heard the most horrible and loud sound. It was like the growling, choking , gurgling of a buffalo being strangled. Along with the thumping of some enormous animal getting up on its feet. You could feel the ground shake as if something very heavy was stomping on it. I immediately pulled my .45 auto and pointed it in the direction from which these noises came. At the same time I announced in a loud and firm voice : "I don't know if you understand English, but I have a magnum handgun here, which may not kill you, but will definitely blow ham sized chunks off your body !!" I think the calm and forceful tone of my voice gave whatever it was pause, because it got real quiet real fast. My brother and I then gradually and carefully withdrew from the area. Weirdest & most exhilarating experience I 've ever had scouting out paranormal.
So, 'tis the season, right? I listened to some stories about various Appalachian boogeymen. The main rules seem to be "if you hear a voice in the woods, don't answer", "if you hear footsteps behind you, don't turn around", "If you hear someone speak your name in the woods, no you didn't". Appalachian spooky amazing stories. But I'd like to submit this for eastern Oregon and Washington, something FAR scarier in my opinion ..... I've heard the same rules in some areas of Oregon, always those rules are regarding the mountainous areas of our great state. Not talking about "bigfoot". Here in East Oregon, bigfoot isn't a large part of our mythology. But that "thing" that you don't turn around to, the THING you don't run away from, that THING that cries like a distressed screaming baby during the night in the forest?? I've heard it twice. Once at night when I couldn't see it and that baby screaming sent chills up my spine during the dark part of the night in the deep woods. That baby screech when there's no moon, no light, runs right up your spine. Years later I saw one of THEM in broad daylight, and I heard it scream and mewl like a dying baby, and it made my skin crawl. ....Ignore it, ignore the screaming of that "infant", get to shelter and if you have a gun, have it loaded and ready. This predator knows how to "speak" to you, it knows human frailty, it waits with claws and fangs. It speaks the language of human weakness. And for that, it should be feared most among all the monsters of the night.
Living in WV in the middle of the Appalachia mtns., there are a lot of weird things in the woods. We all know about it but ignore it as long as it minds it’s own business. Plus, we all carry big boy toys in the woods.😉
Be me. In the Appalachian mountains. Get hurt. Call for help. Call out for my friend/family to help. They ignore me because of some nonsense folklore and out of date traditions. Die. "He WaS kIlLeD bY a SkIn WaLkeR." Become another rumor to fill the ignorance of the supernatural. Mfw.
Folks didn't learn from Lot's wife? Don't look back. Those lands, mountains were stolen via blood, rape, murder, so of course entities & negative energies exist. Our ancestors made peaxe with all inhabitants of the land, respect & stayed in their lane. ❤❤❤
Turn around and declare in a loud and stern voice, "Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my BOOMSTICK! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that. . .?"
I love Appalachian folklore. Appalachia is one of the oldest and most culturally established places in this great nation, naturally they got some slammin' folklore and urban legends.
I did that before. I heard my name behind and i said "what". I was in a camping trip at this time and i was around 14-15. I was walking with my brothers and heard my name called from behind. It was around 5 pm at this time, after i reply and looked back, i saw nothing. Something only happened when i went to sleep. I had nightmare of being choked by a women that stared right in my eyes with a bloody eye and rotten teeth. I couldn't move, or anything. I closed my eyes for a long time and then i woke up in the middle of the night in my tent gaspng for air. My brother was on his phone so he saw me gasping and wonder wtf happened. He said he heard me making noises in my sleep but just shrugged it off. I explained what i dreamt abd stayed up that night never going to sleep.
You had an experience with ..the old hag .... many people have experienced this...do a search on this ..and sleep paralysis ....there are ways of handling this ...hope this helps
I grew up in north Georgia, Appalachian mountains, grew up bear hunting. Nothing bothered me about the mountains, nothing, always felt at peace for Except one thing, other hunters.
@@MoldycheeseJr true tho, just like I’m from Mississippi and no one believes it when they hear me cause I don’t sound like the country bumpkin that they expect lol
I was walking behind my cabin in Yosemite national park. I lived and worked at a hotel in wawona CA. So apparently their was am Indian graveyard up on the hill...well one day i was off and i went up their. I heard my mother call my name . Then got lost... All within 100 yards from the house and or the road. Spooky shit in the woods forsure
I was hunting in West Virginia with my cousin And we were primitive hunting, which meant we only had the bows and spears we made, i heard an animal walking towards us, at first i thought it was a deer, so we both got down and prepared to shoot, then it stopped, and we hear this blood curtailing scream. It sounded like a goat and a woman screaming. Then we ran as fast as we could and i heard it clomping through the tall grass and thick brush, we ran about 2 miles back to camp. That happened 3 weeks ago we never told anyone and we dont want too
