/x/ - Paranormal

Basically every day I go out hunting for the growing gold and every day so far I’ve had no luck. Not a single active. So today I decided I’d do something different. I wasn’t going to just walk around where I usually do, I was going to go out early and take a nice long hike out into the woods and surely I’d find something. I get dressed in my usual getup. Freshly dubbined boots so my feet don’t get wet walking through the grass, my jacket I’ve had for 5 years (still waterproof), hat and a pair of thin leather gloves. It’s been raining the past few days pretty hard providing the best weather conditions for optimal shroom growery and it’s finally calmed into a light drizzle over night. I left my house just before 5am, walked down the street, through the small stream and into some pretty light bush coverage. I checked all my usual spots and again nothing special. I was knelt down looking through some ferns because P.weraroa tend to grow close to them, there are no birds around yet as it’s still a bit too early but I can hear the stream running behind me. Everything was pretty chill until about 5:30am when out of fucking nowhere I hear this loud bang on the corrugated iron fence directly in front of me. Sorta like someone had thrown a medium sized rock at it. I go take a look and there’s nothing. No animals, no people, the houses are far away. I justified it to myself as the fence warming up a bit in the air. Then I noticed my hat was a bit wet and I could feel it’s cold on my forehead, no biggie, time to keep walking.

At this point I was fine, feeling fine, not a care in the world except for finding my bloody mushies. So I walk out in the woods and I just keep walking for about an hour. I’d gone past all the farms and I was nice and deep into some uncharted mushroom hunting territory. Everything was looking good for some finds today. The sun still hadn’t come up but it’s thinking about it and I had started hearing wildlife. Birds are all out in force, heard a farmer going to his dogs in the morning and all their excited barking. I was feeling really good, it was really one of the better days I’ve had in a while, and then all of a sudden just not. Not feeling good at all. It’s difficult to explain the exact emotion. Think of it like.. You’ve just been informed the only thing you care about in the world has just been taken from you. First thing I felt psychically was the coldness of my hat was gone. I was sweating and I never sweat. Not when I run, do heavy lifting, get to the final two in a game of pubg. I just don’t sweat. Then I noticed my hands were hot. Sweaty palms in my gloves. I’m just standing there in the woods feeling this way, I didn’t want to move. In fact I felt compelled to not move. Maybe it was instinct? I’m unsure. I stood there for maybe 5 minutes and slowly the feeling faded. I wasn’t really in the mushie hunting mood anymore but figured I’d finish it off and maybe come out this way again if I found something.

I fucking found something indeed. About another thirty minutes into my hike I came across this clearing maybe.. 60 or 70 meters across and just all mud. I figured I must have found someones patch where they grow weed and they’ve recently tugged out all the plants because it’s getting too cold and they needed to harvest. I just assumed all the walking they did just fucked up the ground but I couldn’t settle on that. It wasn’t quite right, something was missing. I figured it out standing there. No leaves on the ground, no pile of dead plants anywhere to be seen, it was just an empty clearing. However, there were tracks all around so someone was here at some point. I walked a bit out into the clearing and started looking at the tracks. Seemed like people walked around here a lot. Boot prints, dog prints, more boot prints but different boots. So I changed from weed plantation to dog fighting ring. Then I saw something fucking strange. Just regular human feet prints. You know when you see something that doesn’t make sense immediately and you stop to think about it and kinda come out of autopilot mode. That’s what happened. Then the bad feel. No sound at all, no birds, no fucking anything. That feeling suddenly came back, like a feral wave to the mind and I started dry retching but like.. you know how when you heave it takes a second or two before it happens again? It wasn’t like that, it was continuous. I’d heave then immediately suck in air and go again. I started shaking enough for it to draw my attention so I looked down at my hands but I couldn’t really see them, everything was unfocused and foggy. I finally got to NOPE time. I’d had enough of this bullshit and I was going to go home and make a nice drink and everything was going to be fine again. I was wrong. I’m home now and I’ve had my drink, and everything is not fine at all.

Have you ever had a nightmare where you’re getting chased by something but you can’t run? You try to run but you can’t and struggle and try all you like there’s just nothing you can do. In the dreams that emotion usually fades after you wake up and you don’t really have a solid grasp of that emotion. Same exact feeling but now I can remember it. Have you ever watched a stoat kill a rabbit? The rabbit sits there and screams as the stoat walks up to it, keeping eye contact the entire time. The rabbit is just so instilled with fear it’s incapable of movement. I was the rabbit, I was prey, I was dead. I knew I was dead and it knew it too. That’s when it took another step out and into the clearing. Perfectly fluid movement, at least 8 maybe 9 feet tall, it kept eye contact with me this entire time. I heard dogs barking. I assume now that a farmer was moving some sheep from one paddock to another. That barking saved my life. Whatever it is looked away from me for a brief second to the direction of the noise. We broke eye contact and I took my first breath in what felt like a really long time. Maybe 7 or 8 seconds in reality? I turned heel and started running full tit towards the noise of the dogs. The bush isn’t too thick around here, I got a fair pace going and for a second I thought I’d be okay but I definitely wasn’t going to be okay after another seconds thought. It’s movement was impeccable, it’d catch me and I knew that. Something about this realization gave me an added boost of adrenalin, my legs were stretching to maximum capacity with every stride.

I must have been moving about 50 or 60kmh for a solid 5 minutes at least and that’s a pretty conservative estimate. During that time, I could hear it moving through the brush behind me. First a wet slap of feet/paws/hoofs on the ground as it went through the clearing, then the crackle of sticks and leaves as it went into the bush behind me. Heavy though, sort of like a nigger throwing off his boots and all you hear is the slap of his feet hitting the ground as he’s running.

Then I started hearing IT. Breathing but not like my own. Not the short sharp breaths I was taking to fuel my lungs. They were slow and deep. It wasn’t even trying. I wasn’t even worth putting in serious effort in order to catch me. As that thought crossed my mind, it was replaced with the next thought. Paddock. Fence. Safety? Then the next two thoughts. Where is it? Where’s it’s noise? I went straight over that fence, no hesitation. Jumped the fucker. Saw the farmer and went straight towards him. He was sitting on his quad and only saw me after I was half way through the paddock. He jumped off that bike faster than I’ve ever seen an old man move. Going for a gun on the back of his quad. Thinking about it now, I completely understand his reaction. Crazed looking male running towards him at 7:30 in the morning out of bush where I had absolutely no reason to be, covered in mud, scratches all over my face. Before he’d actually gotten the rifle out of it’s protector I’d reached him, turned around to look at the bush I’d come from and backed up until I was standing by his side. He had stopped going for the gun, was looking at me then looking at the bush, then back at me. “Are you okay, son?” he asked. I looked away from the bush, towards him and replied “yeah”. The fucking look in his eyes. He saw my fear. My absolute terror. He shared that feeling with me for a brief second before I started walking in the direction of home. I was in shock.

I should have asked him for help.

I walked for three hours. Staying very clear of the bush. My mind was racing. What was that thing?

What was that knock on the fence? What did that farmer think? Am I going to get collected by the police and put in the plastic spoons and forks ward in the insane asylum? Should I be in the plastic spoons and forks ward? I got to somewhere familiar. I’d looked for mushies in this paddock before. I was 5 minutes away from home and relative safety. I just had to cross the stream and walk up the road. The stream connected to the bush. The bush where it lived. It took me another 45 minutes to coax up the courage to do what needed to be done. I just wanted to be home. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry in the comfort of my room. So I did it. I ran straight at and through the stream and to the other side. Back to concrete roads. That felt so good. I was euphoric. I was wearing a fedora and opening doors for womyn. Yet again, I still wasn’t good.

That feeling just creeps up your spine. Like running a popsicle stick through your two top and bottom front teeth while biting down. I can’t get away from it. I’ve been feeling it the rest of the day. It’s not so bad anymore but it was just like in the bush when I got home. It’s 1:32pm right now. And now I’m sitting in front of my computer typing this out. This is also where I’m in need of some serious help. What the fuck is going on here /x/? Can someone shed some light on this for me?

Very interesting story. Maybe it was a wendigo.

Send an email to this youtube channel about your story, more people who know about this type of stuff may help.

https://youtube.com/channel/UCxSVloCo48Gum8-55aW1PVA

Also, do you remember how tall this thing was? I remember a story about some guy seeing a creature like the one you described when he was in the DC subway. It was chasing his subway car on all fours.

New Zealand is a fucked up place, but exciting because of this. I'd like to visit one day but stay safe while I do. Your story is new to me though. I haven't heard of any creatures like this before.

I looked into what there was reports on in New Zealand and found something you can look into.

Lakely: In 1975 two women reported seeing the monster’s head rise up from the lake. It was described as wolf like but hairless. In the same year a teacher and his wife saw he creature grab and eat a large water bird.

Porotai: Porotai are creatures that are half-flesh; half-stone. They have two faces, but little else is known about them, as they are invisible to humans.

(if they are invisible to humans than how do people know what they look like? are they always invisible?)

Then there are a variety of shape-shifting monsters, demons, and other man-eating things.

>>37822

Are you serious? Try blinding a wolf or a bear with a flashlight, or fighting them with a knife. You're just going to get yourself killed.

OP, next time bring a camera and a rifle. Better yet, bring some friends with rifles. Or you could set up trail cameras if you want to play it safe.

>>37823

I don't know if he has a gun or not.

>>37824

Even if he doesn't, he probably knows some guys who like to hunt. Just tell them there's some strange beast in the woods and they'll go and try to kill it.

>>37822

A flashlight probably would not do it, but some laser pointers could:

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/can-a-pocket-laser-damage/