(...continued from the previous page) There is a story in my village about a man that went hunting by himself. He was having a great time enjoying the wilderness until he saw an abnormal small man running down a steep hill carrying a dead caribou in the air with both hands going toward his camp. When the man saw this he reached down to get his gun and when he looked the dead caribou was rolling down the hill. The little man disappeared. Submitted by Kait
Categories: camp, hill, man
This one time I was at the beach walking in and I saw a figure on the dredge. He followed me until I got home and noticed him watching me and would watch me. He finally disappeared two weeks ago. But now things go missing at my house.
Submitted by Isaac
Categories: home, figures, beach
I was around 14 years old and I was outside with my homie and it was 8 am and we were playing basketball and I was shooting the ball and a white figurecaught my attention so I looked, and it went away so me and my homie ran after it then we ended up in a abanded house with hundreds of dead bodies so we called for help cuz we got lost and my homie got draggged and soon I found my way back then I went in and told my parents then I went to go tell police then I saw my best friend Robert dead on my doorstep. Submitted by Mitchell