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Terrifying Creepypasta Stalker Cryptid Stories
Published 3 years, 1 month ago
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Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you scary and disturbing cryptid stories from the creepypasta library.
If you would like to read or listen to the cryptid stories of Sandcastle, visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/sandcastle where you’ll find links to the paperback or Kindle version of Sandcastle Horror, Volume I at Amazon or your favorite bookstore. You can also get a signed copy at my Etsy store.
Now let’s begin…
The Lonely Manby SlickGRFor the past two or three years now, I have taken long walks through the forest just behind my house, mostly when I’m bored and there’s nothing to do (it can get rather lonely living in a small house far away from any town or city). I never had any real problems with these walks; nothing that would ever cause me to feel nervous or uncomfortable. This all changed during the winter of 2010.
It was during what was known as “The Big Freeze of 2010.” I looked out my windows at about half past eleven in the morning, and the whole forest behind my house was layered with snow. Because I was into photography at the time, I decided to go out and take pictures of the winter landscape and some trees from within the forest.
I went out into the snow and made my way into the forest where I usually like to have a walk. I had a small digital camera tucked away in my coat pocket. As I entered, the beauty of the forest amazed me, and I began to take pictures. However, as I was about to take the next picture, the camera stopped working.
I didn’t think about it much, and just decided to continue walking anyway. That is when I began to have this strange feeling. The snow stopped falling, the sounds of birds stopped, and the blistering cold wind came to a halt. There was this horrible feeling of loneliness looming over me that I had never felt before.
I continued walking, hoping that something would rid me of this feeling. Even something like a caw of a crow, even though it is not a pleasant sound, would at least let me know that I wasn’t alone.
As I continued this walk, there was suddenly a loud crack, then a sound of something crashing onto the bare forest floor. I jumped and looked behind me, noticing that one of the very young trees was lying on its side. My eyes scanned the forest, thinking that someone — or something — was behind me. I saw nothing. I had come to the conclusion that it was probably just some snow weighing the tree down, or perhaps the soil or roots were loose, causing it to fall.
The feeling of loneliness had left me completely. A new feeling had come to me, a feeling that I was being followed, even though it was unlikely that there would be anyone else in the forest. I resumed walking, this time much faster. I didn’t know whether to go back or continue walking. I decided I would continue as I thought it would be unlikely that anything was behind me.
As I walked, there was another loud crack. I looked down, thinking that I had stepped on a stick, but there were no sticks around me. I then looked behind me. Perhaps it was a bird, I thought to myself. I scanned the woods again, this time for longer, desperately looking for the source of the loud noise.
Then I saw it. My eyes fixed on this tall figure far in front of me. It was a tall “man.” It stood by a tree, and the trunk of a tree covered half of its long, thin body. From what I saw, it had a long, thick, dark cloak covering every inch of it; no skin or other body features were visible. It was perfectly still, not moving in the slightest. I stepped away slowly, not taking my eyes off it. But as my foot crunched down into the thick snow, it turned. It had two holes cut into the fabric of the cloak. Its eyes were not visible. We stared at each other for about a minute before I decided to turn and walk away.
I didn’t want to turn away from it, nor did I want to look at it. I just kept walking. My mind was in a complete mess. I d
If you would like to read or listen to the cryptid stories of Sandcastle, visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/sandcastle where you’ll find links to the paperback or Kindle version of Sandcastle Horror, Volume I at Amazon or your favorite bookstore. You can also get a signed copy at my Etsy store.
Now let’s begin…
The Lonely Manby SlickGRFor the past two or three years now, I have taken long walks through the forest just behind my house, mostly when I’m bored and there’s nothing to do (it can get rather lonely living in a small house far away from any town or city). I never had any real problems with these walks; nothing that would ever cause me to feel nervous or uncomfortable. This all changed during the winter of 2010.
It was during what was known as “The Big Freeze of 2010.” I looked out my windows at about half past eleven in the morning, and the whole forest behind my house was layered with snow. Because I was into photography at the time, I decided to go out and take pictures of the winter landscape and some trees from within the forest.
I went out into the snow and made my way into the forest where I usually like to have a walk. I had a small digital camera tucked away in my coat pocket. As I entered, the beauty of the forest amazed me, and I began to take pictures. However, as I was about to take the next picture, the camera stopped working.
I didn’t think about it much, and just decided to continue walking anyway. That is when I began to have this strange feeling. The snow stopped falling, the sounds of birds stopped, and the blistering cold wind came to a halt. There was this horrible feeling of loneliness looming over me that I had never felt before.
I continued walking, hoping that something would rid me of this feeling. Even something like a caw of a crow, even though it is not a pleasant sound, would at least let me know that I wasn’t alone.
As I continued this walk, there was suddenly a loud crack, then a sound of something crashing onto the bare forest floor. I jumped and looked behind me, noticing that one of the very young trees was lying on its side. My eyes scanned the forest, thinking that someone — or something — was behind me. I saw nothing. I had come to the conclusion that it was probably just some snow weighing the tree down, or perhaps the soil or roots were loose, causing it to fall.
The feeling of loneliness had left me completely. A new feeling had come to me, a feeling that I was being followed, even though it was unlikely that there would be anyone else in the forest. I resumed walking, this time much faster. I didn’t know whether to go back or continue walking. I decided I would continue as I thought it would be unlikely that anything was behind me.
As I walked, there was another loud crack. I looked down, thinking that I had stepped on a stick, but there were no sticks around me. I then looked behind me. Perhaps it was a bird, I thought to myself. I scanned the woods again, this time for longer, desperately looking for the source of the loud noise.
Then I saw it. My eyes fixed on this tall figure far in front of me. It was a tall “man.” It stood by a tree, and the trunk of a tree covered half of its long, thin body. From what I saw, it had a long, thick, dark cloak covering every inch of it; no skin or other body features were visible. It was perfectly still, not moving in the slightest. I stepped away slowly, not taking my eyes off it. But as my foot crunched down into the thick snow, it turned. It had two holes cut into the fabric of the cloak. Its eyes were not visible. We stared at each other for about a minute before I decided to turn and walk away.
I didn’t want to turn away from it, nor did I want to look at it. I just kept walking. My mind was in a complete mess. I d