When I was young, I often spent parts of summers with my grandmother in her home out in the country. r/nosleep: Nosleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories. But I wasn’t afraid.She smiles a little wider. Even though my new place is only a few minutes from the edge of town, it feels much more isolated. It’s alright most of the time – I chop and sell wood, and another winter passes. They were said to be insatiable, craving human flesh, and sometimes created from the forms of people who had resorted to cannibalism to survive. There was nothing I could find about the story she had told me, nor any references of frogs providing protection from the Wendigo.

Her blonde corkscrew hair is silver under the moon.

Two of the headstones are near the grove; the third is missing.“You really think there’s a witch buried here?” The weathered tombstones are nearly unreadable in the weak beam of my flashlight.“Maybe,” Norma Jean rests on her haunches, tracing a finger over a name more than a century gone. The blonde corkscrews. I thought she had made up the word! Norma Jean and me. Norma Jean would have laughed at me if she were still here. Had a lot of big guns and a lot of animal heads up on the walls.

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The axehandle hounds, swallowing my axe whole.I never lived there, but people seem to have some really fucked up experiences in Minnesota. Keep us posted with what happens. They'll take over your body and slowly kill you. I'd long since convinced myself that my grandmother's story had been a silly tale, a twisting of an old legend by irreverent storytellers. Quite the nerve-wracking couple of nights! Then I see the hoop snake blood heart on the back of my hand and it all rushes back. By using our Services or clicking I agree, you agree to our use of cookies. I didn’t say anything; something in their gaze made my voice feel as though it had rusted away.Finn was the one who pulled me aside. One of the elders is a full-blooded Cree; I overheard a couple ol’ biddies asking for talismans. I complained to my grandmother only once, saying I couldn't enjoy the night breeze with all that racket.She took me on her lap and told me a story about an old man and woman who lived near a lake. He believes some sort of dog had died nearby in the night, and confusedly wandered it's way into his car. Norma Jean drew a heart on the back of my hand in hoop snake blood.“When that fades,” she said, tapping the center of her work, “you may forget about me.”Norma Jean and I dated on and off through high school and then some. Download a music file of frogs croaking and blair itHoly shit I have shivers.

Not me – Norma Jean and I have been getting away from hide-behinds for years.Everyone’s talking, but no one’s actually saying anything. there is a LOT of misinformation on nosleep, especially when it comes to Wendigo and Skinwalkers.

The axehandle hounds must love me. Birdie got worried after her car sat out on the road so long and called the cops. Wendigo psychosis is reported to happen in isolated environments (hint) in which the victim becomes increasingly paranoid (hint) and some how, as a result develops a craving for human flesh when food sources are readily available.If it makes you feel any better, I had chicken alfredo for dinner.New comments cannot be posted and votes cannot be castNosleep is a place for authors to share their original horror stories.Press J to jump to the feed. We grew up wandering the forest and exploring the caverns surrounding Ripple Creek, running from the hide-behinds and hodags when we stumbled too far into their territory. There are too many teeth in her mouth.I woke up with a pounding heart and a lump in my throat.