Sorry, but for me It's hard to believe in those things. I respect, of course

Maybe It's my lack of faith

Seeing is believing, unfortunately...

I don't mean this

It's complicated

Seems impossible

Too folk

I used to believe, but I turned "square" after some years

When you see shit that breaks the confines of Logic and Science something shifts. Something changes inside. Maybe a little bit of whatever that is comes into you. Maybe a little of you goes to it. But something changes.

Wendigos are honestly just wild animals with serious hunger. Now you wanna talk about something truly terrifying... skinwalkers. I don't hunt em, never will. You come across one, you leave and you don't come back. You're not wanted there, and it's best you respect that

That I've seen

@Foxhound Things like?

Skinwalkers

No

I mean

Those things... they change you.

They're fuckin' real alright. And they're far more powerful than you can imagine

Things that breaks logic and science

It's hard to explain Harn. Things that Science says shouldn't exist. Wendigos and Skinwalkers

Shit like that

@AKAlexei I've read about them

SCP page

But still

There's a lot of shit that's real that can't be explained, it's just how it is. Best to make peace with it, and if you can, be friends with it. There isn't any real reason to fear the dark. So make it your friend.

One thing I believe

Dyatlov pass incident

https://youtu.be/ltOSyR7wFuE

@Hellhound6 still deciding if I should join the marines or army

Any advice?

I was out in Illinoi around 14. We stopped to rest for a bit in this big broad ass area just surrounded by fields. I saw them first. My grandfather didn't. Big, black canine like things. I say like because they moved weird. Almost like they didn't quite belong on all fours. I saw 2 at first, up the road from us, then another one off to the right. Just far enough that I didnt quite understand what I was seeing. All I felt was a terror like nothing else. Ice in my gut.

I shook my grandad, trying to wake him. He was dead to the world at that point so I grabbed his gun out of the glove box. Don't even remember what it was at that point. I got out of the van and stood in the road, watching these fucking things circle the van. They didnt seem like animals. Too human. The faces weren't right. Proportions weren't right.

I shot once in the air, keeping my eyes on one of them. First thing I noticed was the eyes. They weren't canine. They were human. I moved back toward the van, keeping the gun aimed at whichever one drew closer. One of them got too close and I fired until the gun clicked and clicked before my uncle's teaching kicked in. I reloaded and kept moving back.

You don't know fear until you shoot something 4 or 5 times and you know you hit it but it just stares at you. My grandfather grabbed my shirt and dragged me into the van and we took the fuck off. We haven't spoken about it since. But those things followed us for at least 20 miles. We didn't stop until we were in PA. I think my grandfather believes it didn't happen.

Like I said. When you see one, you leave. Respect it, and don't fucking ask questions.

Don't try to fight, don't try to be a hero

@Foxhound Is this story from you?

Yep.

Just asking

Yep. Somewhere around 14 or 15. Mind you, that's like 3 concussions ago so it's a little hazy. But shit like that stays with you.

Wish I had stories to tell

Moral of what we're telling you: Don't fuck with shit that isn't killable.

No. You don't. Trust me on that.

I still see that shit in my nightmares man.

I mean, not batshit crazy stories